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gravityfallsweirdgirl · 2 months

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DARKWING IN: Freddy vs Jason

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these teens were have a party that was next door to the mallards.

"Marry, f*ck, or k*ll? Your choices are-- your choices are the Three Stooges. Go, Kia"

"Oh, God...Which one had the super-bad toupee hair?"

"Harry, Mar-- No!"

"No, no, no. It was Moe"

"Either one, I'd k*ll him"

"OK, who'd you f*ck, then?"

"This is stupid, y'all"

"Come on. Come on"

"Oh, God. Whatever, look. I'd f*ck the bald guy, and I'd marry Larry. Jesus. Is this what we're doing all night?

'Cause, y'all, this is really stank"

"Hey! Gibb, what are you doing? I thought you were gonna quit"

"I only smoke when I drink now"

"But you're always drinking"

"Yeah, well, I'll work on that next Hey, OK. I got another one. Fred, Scooby, or Shaggy?"

"Oh!"

"I'm not answering that and neither is she. Do you guys think I should get a nose job?"

"Oh, my God"

"Oh, please, Kia, what you need is a lobotomy"

Then suddenly as it was raining outside the lights started flickering.

"I think I'm gonna get some candles"

"I'm gonna get some beer. Do you guys want anything?" As the girl threw her cigarette out, it hit the hockey mask of legendary killer: jason voorhees, an otter with a machete.

"Are you sure you should be driving?"

"I'm so under the limit, Lori." As she opens the door her boyfriend came out.

"Surprise" and behind him a friend.

"Oh, Trey. You answered my prayers. Thank you"

"Whoa, babe! What'd I tell you about kissing me... after you've smoked, huh?"

"Lighten up. They're menthols"

"Yeah. I brought Blake. Where's Linda?"

"It's Lori. This is her house, so don't be a total cocksmith"

"Whatever"

"Where are the ladies?"

"Relax, they'll be here"

"I'm relaxed, man"

"I'm just wet"

"Did you know they were coming over?"

"Listen, you gotta be quiet. Hey, we knew you were be here all alone this weekend. Blake's cute"

"He's not my type"

"Oh! Who is? No one's ever gonna live up... to the fuzzy memory of your first love, Lori. You were f*cking fourteen, so get over it"

"Yeah, I know we were young... but what Will and l had was real"

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong... but didn't Mr. Real just drop-kick your ass... without so much as a good-bye handshake? He ever even call or maybe even write to you after he moved? Send you an e-mail?"

"No"

"You see my point? It's time to leave the convent, Lori.

You need to meet a guy"

The lights went out and two of the teens started making out making Lori to bring in the candles.

"Hey, Lori...I like the... flow of your place. Got good feng shui"

"Yeah"

"You know about feng shui?"

"Oh, oh! Oh, you should see her bedroom! Hmm?

Great flow in there. Lori, why don't you go upstairs and show Blake your feng shui?"

"Shut up!"

"I got a kink in my neck. Come on. You can massage it out for me"

"I think I need a few more drinks... before there'll be any massaging"

"What do you see in him?"

"I don't know, but he has a cute ass"

"Babe, don't make me ask you twice, OK?"

"So, Lori... am I gonna get that grand tour or what?"

"Yeah. You know, why don't you start in the kitchen... and get us some beers?"

"Cool"

"Oh, my God, Kia, he is a total idiot. Get him out of here"

"Oh, Lori, come on, give him a chance"

"I don't like him"

"You know what? You don't like anybody. I mean, Lori, you've barely gone out since--"

"Since what? Since my mom died? Yeah, well, you know what? My dad needs me. So I can't just go out with guys all the time... and if I did, it would not be with somebody like Blake"

But then the back door was open and someone was creaking upstairs.

"Your back door was open. I closed it"

"Mmm"

"Babe, you know I don't like to be touched after, OK?"

"Fine. I'll go have a shower then"

"Good. Your hair smells like menthols, anyway"

"assh*le"

As the guy lay in bed, he turns to see Jason there, who starts stabbing him in bed multiple times and once tray has enough, Jason closes the bed crushing him.

"Trey!" The girl steps out of shower, "What the hell are you doing?" She steps on a puddle of blood.

And when she saw his deceased body, she screams but Then it turns out to be gosalyn screaming, she wakes up from a nightmare.

After she wakes up, drake comes in to comfort her after he hears her screams.

"Gosayln? What's wrong?" He sits by her bed cupping her shoulders.

"It's nothing dad just a nightmare"

"Well you're safe now" he says.

But the nightmare just begun when next door they see the neighbors screaming and panicking running out of the house, the two look through the window to see the police arrived.

"What do you think's happening" gosayln asked.

"I don't know but I better go check it out" he changes to Darkwing.

"We need to lock this down now. Keep it contained, you hear me?" A agent named grizoff says.

"k*lled in bed. Jesus. It's even the same damn house.

It's gotta be him, right? It's gotta be Freddy Krueger"

"Hey! Don't even say... that son of a bitch's name out loud. Let's just keep it together. We've been through too much to let this thing spread now Take all the kids down to the station. Keep them separate.Do it now"

"What's going on?" Darkwing asked.

"It's nothing important, just a little accident"

"From what I heard it didn't sound like a accident"

Gosayln ends up waiting at the police station while Darkwing investigates.

"Anything?" Grizoff says.

She doesn't know anything.

"They don't know anything. None of them do. Pretty sure we're good"

"Ugh, very well, Good work there tonight, Darkwing.

Right place, right time. But we'll take it from here, all right?"

"Alright I guess I'll get going now"

Darkwing approaches gosayln, "Do they know who did this?" She asked.

"No, not yet sweetheart but we're working on it"

"But I thought I heard... one of the officers mention a name"

"You know, to tell you the truth, sweetheart...this is my first murder case but if they have a suspect, I'd be the first to know"

"But why did they asked me all these really weird questions...Like about my dreams--"

"Look it's been a long night for both of us why don't you wait here I'm gonna get dressed and we'll leave" Darkwing heads to a private room with no cameras.

"What was the name? What was the name?" Then gosayln remembered, "Freddy"

Then she finds the entire station empty, "Hello? Darkwing? Dad? Anyone here?"

She looks around and on the wall were posters of missing kids and blood started falling on the ground it came from nowhere.

She walks passed the wall when the kids looked at her.

Then she sees a little girl, "hey little gurl, Are you OK? Are you lost?"

She turns the little girl around only to find her eyeballs have been cut out.

"AH!"

"His name is Freddy Krueger... and he loves children, especially little girls. Freddy's coming back. Soon he'll be strong enough. It's OK to be afraid. We were all afraid. Warn your friends. Warn everyone"

Terrified the wall turns to her house, she backs up into the door all scared.

Then blood poured down, she looks around to see little girls singing his rhythm.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you Three, four, better lock the door Five, six, grab a crucifix Seven, eight, try to stay up late Nine, ten, never sleep again One, two, Freddy's coming for you..."

"Who's Freddy? Dad? Anyone?" Then out of nowhere a A disfigured and burned badger with bladed claws jumped at her.

"AH!" She screams then Drake shook her.

"Gosayln wake up" she awoke to find it was only another nightmare.

"What" she stammered and was confused.

"It's ok, it was just a nightmare" she holds on tight to him as he carried her home.

"Let's go home"

Meanwhile another teen was gonna get a visit from Freddy.

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aajjks · 1 year

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TC!JK

y/n rolled her eyes. against the law my ass she said in her head before turning her attention to their kids. “yes, our babies have grown up so muchhh” whines y/n as she pulls the oldest of the four, jinseol, into a tight hug and kisses all over his face. “mooom” he whines before y/n does the same for all of her children. “it does feel like forever. you guys just keep getting bigger and bigger and i hate it!! where are my itty, bitty, babies?” whines y/n and jesus, do they all look like their father. each one of them having those big doe eyes.

once they leave and y/n has filled jungkook in, y/n responds “i don’t know i just got a bad feeling about her and i don’t want that bitch around our kids. i mean she’s stupid enough to size me up like i won’t knock her ass out, so yeah. she probably is.”

“you mean to tell me you guys didn’t try the food before tasting it?! I SWEAR TO GOD IF OUR CHILDREN GET POISONED, I’LL K!LL YOU ALL MYSELF!!” yells y/n at the servants who brought a piece of the food and ate it in front of both jungkook and y/n. when they didn’t choke, or cough, y/n let out a sigh of relief. “w-we are sorry, your highness” apologized the cooks. “please be more cautious!” says y/n in a more calm tone before heading to the dining room with the waiting georgina.

the moment y/n walks into the room, the tension is once again thick as both women glare at one another. “hi, princess georgina. nice to see you again”

i read tpol chapter and aaaahhh i was so excited when it posted!! 🩷

“did you just roll your eyes at me baby you’ve got to respect me?” The king laughs as you pepper your oldest son in kisses and your daughters watch in envy, but they don’t have to for long as you grab them too and shower them in your affection.

The king holds the youngest one in his arms cooing at him, “one day, you will be succeeding me..” he whispers to himself as he looks at jinseoul. “I agree with your mother. You guys have grown up so fast… it was like yesterday when I married your mother.. oh, I can never forget that. The most happiest moment in my life.”

Jungkook looks at you, his eyes, so soft. “make sure that the food is good to eat- oh wow baby you did learn from the best didn’t you?” His eyes widen as you threaten to kill everyone.

“wow that was so hot of you- YOU HEARD THE QUEEN.”

Turns out that the food is good to eat, and as you both send your children away, the king takes your hand in his guides you to the dining room.

There sits the princess whose eyes are filled with envy, as she was just the king and the queen enter.

She does not understand what is so special about you, and why did the king hurry to marry? Maybe she was too late.

But it is now or never.

“my queen and king.” She greets, resisting the urge to bite the inside of her cheek. She acknowledgs you first, almost roll in annoyance as she looks at you

As your husband sits down on the large chair, you follow and the princess too.

“I hope you will enjoy our traditional food.”

Her attention is once again taken by your husband, as she gives him a little too bright smile, her green eyes filled with a mischievous glint.

“oh, I’m sure I will… I’ve heard a lot about the Korean food and culture seems so rich and unique.. if you don’t mind making king, I would love to discuss with you or negotiations and that garden I saw on my way to the palace? The one filled with the snowdrops? it is a really beautiful garden. Are you interested in gardening? I mean it is a very nice hobby…”

She doesn’t stop talking, but her eyes steal glances at you. It was like she was mocking you but your husband fails to notice her ill intentions.

your husband doesn’t really give her any attention and just nods his head, “I am really curious about the negotiations. Your country has to offer us.”

“well, certainly your majesty.”

And Just then the food arrives, cutting the thick tension in the air.

#ask: tc!jungkook

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creedslove · 1 year

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mari babyyyy 😭😭😭😭😭😭 jack uueueueueueueu i need to marry him like right now NOWWWWW 😭😭😭😭😭 i can’t imagine the poor old man being all alone like that i love him so much fuck my dignity i don’t wanna sleep alone anymore 😭😭😭

when jack asked if y/n wouldn’t mind if he found himself a sugar…. i was like WOULD I MIND ???!!! WOULD I MIND ??!!!! FIND ANOTHER SUGAR AND WATCH ME FEED HER TO THE PIGS !!!!! broke my heart so bad when he kissed tay’s hand and used y/n’s pickup line 😭😭😭😭 THATS MY BABY THATS MY HUSBANDDDDD FUCK OFF TAY 😭😭😭😭 (tmi but my first situationship who was ‘so in love’ with me did that with another girl and damnnn it hurt 😭)

- jerk loving anon

My sweet jerk loving anon!!!! 😭😭😭😭

I got inspired by the infamous stranger things scene in which Hopper gets stood up on his date with Joyce and I planned on making Jack be stood up in front of R but then the idea of having someone come and give him some loving and attention got the best outta me and I had to do it 😭😭😭😭

OMG WHEN HE ASKED THAT I WAS LIKE BITCH ARE YOU REALLY NOT GONNA CARE SWEET OLD JACK GETS HIMSELF ANOTHER SUGAR????????? BECAUSE I WOULD CERTAIN K*LL MYSELF IN FRONT OF HIM TO TRAUMATIZE HIM AND THEN COME BACK AS A GHOST TO HAUNT HIM FOR FINDING HIMSELF ANOTHER WOMAN

I ALSO DIED OF JEALOUSY WHEN HE DID THAT, IT IS *OUR* THING, HE IS MY MAN, HE SHOULD BE CRAWLING BACK TO ME BEGGING FOR MY FORGIVENESS AND NOT GIGGLING AND FLIRTING WITH SOME SKANK 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

I'm sorry a jerk put you through that honey, I can assure our sweet jack won't do that!!! And btw I missed BARKING at Joel with you, come back more often when you wanna talk about hot men

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years

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Hate Game | PJM + MYG - Chapter 2

⇢Jimin the traitorous

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Onus /ˈəʊnəs/ noun something that is one's duty or responsibility. __________

Jimin loses his brother. His father loses his first born son, the heir of his company, leaving it up to Jimin to keep his father´s company in the Park family. Jimin would never have pictured himself marrying out of duty. However, Mr. Min, who only married Jimin so he could take over the company, isn´t exactly how Jimin pictured. Now, all he wants is to make Yoongi regret his decision to marry for money.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

Genres: Marriage out of duty | Angst | Emotional Hurt

Word Count: 2,3 K

TW: This story will mainly be ANGSTY (we all love that, don´t we?) and it starts out with the death of Jimin´s brother. If that is triggering for you, please be mindful and do what is best for you. I can go without hits, the world can´t go without you - keep that in mind.

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Waking up the next day hurts more than Jimin can explain. What hits him first is the loss of his brother, his mind only giving him a peaceful five seconds before it reminds him. That first tidal wave of grief for the day washes over him, blocking his airways, blurring his vision - although that might be the tears - and envelops his total being in a black blanket.

For a while everything is pain, and he might be screaming, but he can't be sure. Then, he calms down enough to notice his surroundings. A pair of strong arms anchors him down, and he can tell Hoseok is squeezing him with all his might.

Jimin is traitorous, opting out like the coward he is. He should care that his relationship has come to an end, but that's difficult when everything else hurts more. And ending their relationship should feel more momentous than laying in bed and pushing his face into the curve in Hoseok´s neck, feeling the harsh ping of panic finally letting go enough for him to breathe. It should break his heart when Hoseok starts to whisper soft encouragements as he places soft kisses on Jimin´s forehead. Instead, it feels like a safe port in the raging storm inside of him. Being like this has always been so easy, of course it still is.

"Hey," Jimin says, throat soar and dry. It's now or never, he decides. If he can't get himself to do it right away, he will never be able to.

"Morning."

The hand on Jimin´s back should shut him up and draw him away with a guilty conscience, not give him the feeling of serenity he is currently feeling. Knowing this is is his own decision gives him comfort. Living without Hoseok will be alright because he chose it. No one tore him away from him. He can do this.

"I'm going to marry Min Yoongi," he says casually. Not because this is casual, but because he can't get himself to say it in any other way. Because it would mean more, then.

"Okay…" Hoseok replies slowly, uncertain.

"Ji was going to take over the company. Now," that he's dead. He can't get himself to say it, the mere thought is closing his throat up. He clears his throat, "I'm the only one left in our bloodline who can make sure we keep the business running in the family. Yoongi is going to take over the company, and so I'll marry him and make sure the company stays in the Park family."

Now that Jimin has said it, the last bit of unease that was lingering leaves his body, and he relaxes. And for a while, everything is silent, the only sound Jimin can hear being Hoseok´s steady heartbeat beneath his ear.

"Alright, you're going to marry Yoongi," Hoseok says finally. "I think it will take me some time to get used to the thought, I always thought the two of us would get to do that, but I understand you have to do this. It´ll be alright."

"Yeah, same here," Jimin says, relieved Hoseok isn't putting up a fight. Maybe he can see how little fight Jimin has left in him. "I'll miss you, though."

"Miss me?" Jimin can feel Hoseok tightening his muscles, rigid. Something was lost in translation. Hoseok manoeuvres them around, holding Jimin at an arms length distance and looking at him with an intensity Jimin hasn't seen before.

"Of course I will," is all Jimin can manage.

"You want to break up?"

"No."

"Then why will you miss me?"

Jimin wonders what Hoseok imagined when he told him he is going to marry someone else. The tears welling up in his eyes now tells him he didn't picture the two of them never speaking again.

"I don´t think he will want me to be friends with you." I don't think I could ever be just your friend.

"Do you think he will care? Can't you at least ask him what he thinks, maybe we can still be together. Maybe it can be like a marriage only on paper, kind of arrangement?"

"This isn't like that. Eventually, I have to have children with him, and you will get jealous and everything will get messy. Let's not do that, Hoseok."

"Says who? I would be able to deal with that."

"Hose-"

"For you, I would," Hoseok insists.

Jimin sits up and scoots away, avoiding looking at Hoseok because he doesn't know if he can keep afloat if he looks at him. "You should leave."

"No."

Jimin deflates, wishing Hoseok would just let him go. Everything already feels too hard, and now Hoseok is making this even more difficult than it has to be. Jimin wishes that he didn't have to fight like this. That something could just be easy: that Hoseok could still be that something easy in Jimin´s life.

"Please," Jimin whispers.

"I know you're going through a lot right now, and a lot of decisions has to be made. Life sucks, but it doesn't have to suck even more. You have to understand that this is the wrong decision, Jimin."

Jimin isn't normally a very angry person, but Hoseok´s words irks him. It might be the fact that he doesn't even try to understand him, even when he's trying his very best in this horrible situation. Or it might the fact that Hoseok isn't trying to put himself in Jimin´s shoes, he only wants Jimin to do what feels right for Hoseok, not for Jimin. Never having felt anger like this before, he doesn't know what to do with this anger taking root in him.

"You don´t understand anything, Hoseok," Jimin practically hisses, setting his eyes in Hoseok. "Your parents are farmers, there is nothing to inherit, no duty to family or the farm because there is no true value there. This decision is the right one because I, too, have to make sacrifices for this company, and if that's you, then so be it. I have a choice, but my choice isn't you," Jimin bites. "And just so you know, you don't understand how I'm feeling at all. You lost a distant great aunt once, that's it. How can you say you understand when you have clearly never gone through anything similar." Jimin takes a deep breath. "Stop making this so difficult and get out of my dad's house."

Jimin doesn't look at Hoseok´s for his reaction. He hears Hoseok getting off the bed, gathering some of his things and the he hears Hoseok leaving. The room feels empty. He feels empty. But then again, emptiness is better than pain, Jimin concludes.

For the next days, Jimin only leaves his bed to use the toilet and to eat dinner with his dad. If it was up to Jimin, he would still be in bed, but he must admit it's nice to have some type of normalcy.

"I talked to Yoongi today," Jimin´s dad can inform during dinner on Wednesday.

"Oh," Jimin says, pushing the piece of meat around on his plate. He misses Hoseok more than he thought he would; he is truly Jimin´s safe space. Having his hand over his would make him feel a lot better right now. "What did he say?"

"He asked to meet you, and I think it´s time to set it up."

Jimin sighs. "Can it wait till after the funeral? It's already so much to process, I don't know if I could handle meeting him right now."

"Of course, Jimin. Of course," his dad says, filling Jimin´s glass up again, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "Listen, I've been thinking." He pauses, scratching behind his ear. "I think you should go home. It's up to you, and you are welcome to stay here as long as you want, I don't want you to think I'm throwing you out. I want you here, even. However, I know things didn't end the best way between you and Hoseok, and I would hate for you to miss a chance to make things better. I don't know what happened between you or what you agreed on, but you've spent five years together, you shouldn't end five years with love on a bad note. You would regret that."

"Yeah," Jimin breathes, trying his best to not cry at the dinner table. It's not like he wants to end his relationship with Hoseok on a bad note, either. But he knows that in the end, it doesn't matter how they end things. If they part ways while Hoseok hates him it wouldn't change a thing, they will never be together again either way. "It wouldn't change anything. It doesn't matter when we won't see each other again."

"No, it doesn't," his dad says, shrugging. "But you love him. You lost your brother and now nothing matters, but he matters, Jimin, don't forget that. For five years he was everything, it might feel like it has changed, but deep down you know nothing has changed."

After dinner Jimin packs up and heads to their shared home, partly hoping Hoseok has packed up and moved away already. He's had three days to move out, but knowing Hoseok, he will probably still be there, holding on. He doesn't want to see Hoseok, but not listening to dad isn't an option, either.

He knows that Hoseok is in the apartment immediately after entering, soft music playing from the livingroom. Jimin makes his way towards the livingroom slowly, knowing he can't put this off anymore.

"Hey," he says, just loud enough for Hoseok, who is sitting by the coffee table working, to hear him. He whisks around at sound of Jimin´s voice, eyes wide. Seeing Hoseok should hurt more than this, but it doesn't add to the black hole at all.

"You're here." Hoseok´s voice is hoarse, and Jimin notices how red and puffy his eyes are. He inches forward on the couch, towards Jimin. "Are you alright?"

"I´m fine," Jimin dismisses. If he has to talk about it again, he might scream. "Dad threw me out." Hoseok just looks at him with big eyes, making Jimin feel awkward, like he doesn't quite know what to say or do with himself. Trying to rid himself of the feeling, he clears his throat. "I see you're still here."

"Where else would I be?"

"I don't know."

"Listen," Hoseok gets up, making his way to Jimin in no time, placing his hands on Jimin´s shoulders before moving them down his arms. He grabs Jimin´s hands. "I'm sorry. I know I don't understand how you're feeling, and I hope I never will, but I want to be here for you. More than anything."

"I hope you won't either," Jimin starts. "I said some bad stuff as well. I'm sorry."

"Don´t. I just…" Hoseok squeezes Jimin´s hands, eyes scanning Jimin once over. "I want to take care of you, will you let me?"

"I…" Jimin wants to say no. He wants to say yes. He wants to run. He wants to hug Hoseok tight and never let go. He nods.

An hour later, Jimin is in bed, newly showered and a plate of pasta in his hand as the TV plays his favorite comedy show. Hoseok is in the livingroom, clearly giving Jimin some space. It's been weird letting Hoseok wash him and feed like this, but it also felt good. Natural.

For the first time in two days Jimin eats till the plate is empty.

"Hey," Hoseok knock on the doorframe after half an hour, a glass of water in hand and a smile on his face. "Thought you might want some hydration elixir." Jimin can't get himself to smile, but Hoseok smiles enough for the both of them. "So, I have been thinking," he says lightly, placing the glass on the bedside table before throwing himself down on the bed next to Jimin. "Fine, you can kick me to curb, but I want to be here for as long as I can, ok?" Perplexed, Jimin just shrugs. "No, none of that. I'm telling you what I want. Your turn," he demands.

"Alright…" Jimin knows what he wants. He wants the they lived happily ever after ending with Hoseok. But he also wants his dad to be happy. And he wants his family legacy to be secured and brought forward. He's stuck, both sides weighing the same. Now, all he has is his decision that he already made. "I want this to be as painless as possible."

"It still stands?" Hoseok says, clearly still determined to have this moment be light.

"Sorry. I might have said it in a really bad way, but I can't chose you. As much as I want to, and I really do want to, I can't."

"Let's just be together now, then," Hoseok says, his eyes shining. "For as long as we can, can we be together? I want to be here for you," his voice grows to whisper.

As if Jimin has enough energy to fight him on it… All it takes is a nod for Hoseok to be around his neck, hugging him tightly. The first kiss is sweet, but the ones following only reminds Jimin of the separation that is to come. He pushes Hoseok away, forcing himself to smile apologetically.

"I'm sorry, but I'm so tired, I think I just need some sleep."

"Anything you need."

Hoseok grabs the plate and makes himself scarce, turning out the light on his way out. Jimin sends a hope he will feel better about the arrangement with Hoseok in the morning, closes his eyes and lets the tiredness take over him.

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way-too-cool-raybot · 2 years

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What if I made a planet boss for eden-6 to replace Aurelia as the one you have to kill. What if I did that

#im literally about to pass out #but im thinking someone who is obsessed with money and power #but is a pathetic man child #and he married into the jakobs fanily hoping to basically kiss ass his way to the top or something #which is why he teams up with the twins to kill m*nty and w*inwr*ght #this would kind of reverse the dynamic of w*inwr*ght getting mad at H*mmerl*cks sister for being mean to him or whatever you get what i say #we need more boring white men to k*ll in this gane i think lol #anywayss...#borderlands #text #borderlands 3 #bl3

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misguidedasgardian · 3 years

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My love, his duty //Chapter 1.1

Chapter Summary: You had raised his King´s curiosity, now it was your turn to entertain him through his envoys

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Princess!FemaleReader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: Sword fighting, hunting, (hinting, nothing described, not blood, nor mortal wounds described) very tamed chapter

+18 please. (but just for explicit sex scenes)

Word Count (Chapter): 2.4 k

Notes: This is the first part of the first chapter, I try to make the reader as ambiguous as I can, hope you enjoy.

Even if you enjoyed sword fighting with Clint, or your Military Strategy lessons where you could learn about the greatest Generals and Strategies of all times. Riding in the woods was your favorite activity, only you, your noble steed, and a couple of guards going after you, but the best part for you was using pants, just like any other normal person.

You haden´t received a response to your gift from the King. Wanda´s brother, a Royal Guard, had made sure he received it. And you were sure of it, but as you expected, he clearly haden´t seen it, if he had, he would clearly have said something.

Wanda´s Brother was the only connection you have with the King's court. They were both sons of noblemen, twins, but their father had fallen in disgrace, and got himself killed, so both siblings had to make a living how they could. Luckily friends of their family had seen upon them to get them jobs close to Royalty, being yourself, and the King

Sadly everything Pietro had to say was gossip, and not good, the only thing you knew about the King was how handsome he was, and just as a philanderer. He had a favorite mistress, and he paraded her in court like she was his wife, but even that didn't stop him from having ecual relations with anyone he liked, noblewoman and servants, single or married alike. It seemed, the way Pietro told the deeds, that the only way a woman could be part of court was to go through the King first.

That worries you, if the King chose to marry you, you´d be constantly humiliated, it turned your legs to knots from only thinking about it. You knew finding love in an arranged marriage was very odd, but the very thing you deserved and needed, was respect, of which, even now you had little, since he never even wrote you a single letter thanking you for your own letters and gifts.

That's what you liked about your rides, time to ponder about this pressing matters

But as you gazed upon your castle in the distance, you saw horses and carriages outside, the banners on them, the King´s. You gasped as you spoil your mount, to hurry towards the place you knew as your home

1st trial

You reached the back part of the Castle, the back entrance was reserved for servants, but is the one you used the most since it was the one that led to the stables, and to your training grounds.

The stable boy was expecting you, as he helped you out of your mount and took your horse

“Do we have visitors?” you asked

“Yes your highness, but I wouldn't know who they are”

“Thanks” he vowed before you, but you paid them no mind as you hurried towards the castle. Upon your entrance you were jumped by ladies and guards, and Wanda got to your side first

“A lord is here to see you your Highness” she said with a wide smile

“Do we know who he is?” as you reached the door that would take you to the main hall

“Lord Wilson” you barely answered as you opened the door, to face a small gathering of men, leaded by a handsome man, with dark hair and complexion

“My Lord” you started

“Your Royal Highness” he greeted

“ Oh I'm very sorry my lord” you approached him as he paid his respects to you, bowing, you offered your hand and he took it, softly, and kiss it over the rings that decorated your fingers “I did not expect you” you giggled as you looked at yourself, with your hunting attire, you were even wearing pants under your skirt

“I hope I´m not Importune, You highness” he said

“Please my lord, I enjoy visitors, you´ll have to excuse my attire tough, I was riding, it was a beautiful day”

“It was, your highness”

“Lady Wanda” you called, she appeared hasty from the corridor ”would you fix the summer room for lord Wilson?” you asked, she nodded quickly “and please tell Lord Barton to tend to Lord Wilson´s companions” she nodded again, parting to fulfill your requests

“The summer room is one of my favorites” you told Sam “even if it's not summer yet, the light that comes through the windows in the morning is something beautiful to admire”

“Your Highness you are too kind” he said bowing his head

“My lord It's a long way from the King's holdfast” you started, with a pleasing smile “Why don't you and your companions get comfortable? wine and appetizers would be brought to you in the waiting room, as I see myself off these garments into something more graceful” he vowed again, as you moved your head

They always said your gaze was rather intimidating when you proposed it towards that purpose, and today you wanted to use it on purpose. You gaze upon poor Lord Wilson long enough for him to stir awkwardly and uncomfortably in his chair

You had invited him to supper, him being the only nobleman to come in his group.

“You'll have to excuse me my lord” you said, forgetting your unforgiving gaze, drawing a shy smile instead “but I didn't received much visitors during all this 5 years”

“Well, his majesty send for he would like you to know, he enjoyed the portrait you send him” you completely stopped your movements, to look at him, not being able to hide the shock on your face

“He received it?” you managed to ask, the Lord seemed confused

“Of course your highness” your mouth opened in a perfect “o” “you seemed surprised”

“Well” you started “My lord every year for his birthday I send him portraits of me, he never responded in kind, so I thought..“ you couldn't hold it any longer, and you embarrassment came out your mouth in laughter “I thought he never looked upon them” he looked at you amused “So I send him that one”

“It was a very accurate portrait of his highness´ strength, wit, and boldness” said, hiding part of his face behind his goblet as he took a sip of wine

“My lord you are too kind” you muttered, hoping to drown the laughter in wine as well “May I ask who gazed upon the painting?” you needed to know

“His Majesty the king” he started “His Grace Steven Rogers, His Grace Anthony Stark, the young page, and Myself, your Highness”

“Oh” you muttered. Great, that was just great, the King, and his best friends

“Well, I´m glad he received it” you said “and liked it apparently”

“It certainly raised his majesty´s curiosity” you took another sip as you pondered upon his words, his curiosity? he send one of his more trusted men to gaze upon your form, to come back to him with tales of you, to help him make a decision

“His curiosity, My Lord?” you asked, playing almost dumb

“Indeed”

“Does his majesty have thought about honoring our treaty? would he ask me to court to be finally married?” you seemed desperate, you were, but you also needed to know

“That I cannot tell, madam” he responded, as he smiled kindly

“Well I guess I have to keep waiting” you tried to humour him “not that I mind, to this green fields, hunting, riding and reading”

“You are a lady of the most fine abilities” he said with a wide smile

“You are most kind, it would be my honor to invite my lord for a hunt on the morrow” you said “you´ll find that the boars roaming this fields to be manse, and chubby, delicious to eat” you both chuckled at your joke as you abandoned the dining hall

The late hours fell upon you, so you both excuse yourselves to go to your respective chambers

It's been so long since you had hosted an important visitor, at first you'd receive constant visits from the ambassador of your country in the King's court, and also people sent by your father, to visit you and keep you company, to make sure you were well taken care of, but those visits ceased once they saw you weren't becoming a Queen neither you´d be anytime soon.

Your father had more pressing matter to attend, like grooming your younger brother to take the throne, or search a bride for him himself, to establish its always feeble reign, yes, your father wasn't the smartest man, but nonetheless, your kingdom was one of the richest, and the one holding important trade routes on the continent. that made him a man other kings needed to deal with

As Wanda helped you out of your corset, you sighed in relief, knowing that bedtime was close, you were indeed tired, but not from riding or hunting, what tired you most was hosting, being a lady.

“How did everything go?” years of you being together had taught Wanda that they were the only two of you, she was free to ask and tell you about everything in her mind, she was only a couple years your senior, and a girl herself when you were assigned into her caring and loving hands

“He is a nice man” you said with a smile, “easy to talk to, a gentleman and what it means”

“That's good” she giggled as she helped you out of your dress and into your nightgown “do you think that the king sent him?” she asked again

“Oh I'm most certain” you responded with a shy smile, not knowing if it was a good thing, or a bad thing “he basically told me himself”

“really?” she asked, her wicked smile made her way to her mouth, a smile confessing you she was thinking of mischievousness

“And he also revealed to me that the king saw my painting, accompanied by his most trusted friends”

“This is it!” she yelled “he is testing you to see you! to finally marry you!”

“He wants to get to know me first” you mumbled “if he wanted to marry he´d send Sam with the message that I´m required in court”

“Well, but it's his first approach” she said, excited

“Let's see”

The rising sun came fast and unmerciful, and you found yourself deep in the woods surrounding your castle. You felt the burning gaze of Lord Wilson on you at all times, so when he lingered long enough he would ask you questions to maintain visual contact, but you´ll ask him as well.

You'd learn that he was the first of his house to earn Royal Favor, saving the life of the king in the last war, he'd make him a Lord. He had a sister and two nephews, his brother in law had perished in the same war. He had a holdfast on his own, but he´ll normally stay at court, with his sister, in hopes he´d get married himself.

“Do you enjoy the court My Lord?” you´d ask him

“I do, your Highness” he will respond, “I'm surrounded by bright minds and loyal friends”

“That's good to know” you said, smiling shyly at him, liking what he was saying. It meant and it was important that the Kings would surround himself with good people, and judging by Lord Wilson he was

But your attention was drawn elsewhere, 200 feet in front of you to be exact, where a board stood impatient, listening to his surroundings. Sam stood still and silent, as you pointed at him with your bow and arrow

After hunting two boars each, Lord Wilson and yourself retrieved deeper into the forest, where you found a clearing near a River, and you sat to have lunch, with things your guards brought you. You served more Boar, fruits and cheeses, and you finest wine brought from your homeland

“No he didn't!” you couldn't stop giggling, as Sam did as well

“I swear it your Highness” he said, “And then Duke Stark tried to stand up, all covered in mud, trying not to be affected by it, he just said, Who wants some wine?” you both broke out laughing

You were entertained by listening to his stories about his friends and about court

“I swear if he wasn't a Duke by then The King would have make him one right then and there” you took a sip of wine to drowned your laughter “and we did drank all the wine we had with us, but it was the middle of the day, that was the most fruitless hunt this realm had ever seen”

Entertaining and hosting Lord Wilson was easy, it came naturally now that you had met him more deeply, he was a nice gentleman, handsome and gallant, but down to earth, his presence was refreshing, even though the reason for his visit was unclear, it served you right, it made you happy.

Lord Wilson left your holdfast right after lunch, kissing your hand, with pleasant goodbyes and promises to take you hunting in the Royal Forest. You'd say to him it was a pleasure to have him at your castle, and you expect him to visit if he could, and to bring his sister with him so you could meet her, with promises of friendship .

“So, My lord” James' voice was heard among all others, so everything in the room became silent, to listen to the King “you came back from your visit to your Highness, tell us about her” Sam finished the wine inside his goblet, with a smirk on his face, he looked at the closest friends there

“Her Highness, is one of the most amazing creatures I had the fortune to came across”

“The most amazing one?” asked James “after all the ladies in the court?” he said as he gazed upon all the people gathered there, his eyes stopping at Sharon

“I'm afraid all of them pale against her” he said with a wide smile “she hunts, and fights with sword, as great as any of us, but when she puts on a dress, she is the finest lady you´ll ever see, she is gracious, funny, will talk about everything you ran through your mouth, she is of incredible wit, and beauty”

The King seemed struck by Lord Wilson´s words, and couldn't say a word, at his silence, one of his most trusted lords stepped forward

“I would like to see that for myself” said Anthony, Duke of Malibu “If you'll let me, your majesty” He seemed to be awoken from his dream, as he cleared his throat to speak

“It would be a great character trial founded by also your words and opinion” agreed Bucky “you may visit the Princess, and come back again with more tales”

#medievalau #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #buckybarnes x reader #buckybarnes x you #king!bucky #king!buckybarnes #fluff #smut #steve rogers #duke!steve #bucky fanfic #fanfic #medievalfanfic #misguidedmylove

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rotating-pebbles · 3 years

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okAY can we talk about this special

cw newest sanders sides spoilers

just some things i noticed

-Roman was SO SAD in this video

>"and i'll be the son!" "whose only dream is to...Be a star.." Roman said that last line so depressingly (grammar). Does he not just want to be seen as the side who only wants Thomas to be the star? Is he becoming more aware of how egotistical he can be? Although he did start off normally (i loved that sm)

>"patton" grimace. "and logan" less of a grimace "and,,,virgil!" big happy, geniune not-just-for-show smile. So, he's still holding a grudge against Patton which is understandable. Logan though? Is he angry at him for siding with Janus too? I feel like it's going to end up with everyone else trying to reason with virgil and roman or something

-Roman was so ICONIC in this video

>pissy

>The freaking opening of his bit was GOLD

>He loves Nico so much omggg

>The energy is stunning we love to see it go off queen

>"Who broke this vase???" this remains my favourite sanders sides bit ever so far

>Stock images=iconic

>please dont kill remus he'll probably love it

>the beef with janus 👀

"oh i regret not throwing paper at logan first"

-Logan was such a sassy bitch and we love to see it

>Should we be concerned about the amount of wine he consumed in those few minutes? He was literally holding a salad bowl before straight up holding the bottle with ✨class✨

>Logan you can't deny your mom title

>"not our most feminist moment" YHRCYUBTEC

>*long ramble* "my point is i dont think we deserve an anniversary"

>Logan calling Thomas out for the listening yes please

>validating virgil=you have feelings dude

-Patton was the softest little puffball we got but also angsty??

>proud papa x100

>please dont cry

>PUPPY

>overprotective dad? inner resentment? scared of change? listening to janus?,,, "Nico,,,,seems like a nice guy" You seem very hesitant there sweetie is there something you'd like to tell us

>still glossing over mistakes by changing topic to ice cream? relatable and would love to see a boys night but you gotta stop padre

>we applaud the energy levels

-Janus being Janus but +100 confidence levels

>Janus shared stuff and t e c h n i c a l l y part of the group=even MORE self confident i can feel it oozing off him through the screen

>the s a s s oh g o d the s a s s just can o even pick a quote? just the whole time

>Logan wins the wine drinking this time sorry

>The fandom already dubbed you the wine aunt you just accepted it and now everyone's going crazy

>Ah yes e v i l p l a n s yes ofc

>Let us see the hamster

>*casually sprays remus with soap* *Remus accepted it and drinking it*

>those character evaluations *chefs kiss* nothing more but excited to see some crazy deep theories of t h o s e

>DIGUISED AS PATTON????? AGAIN??? YOU'VE GROWN?? WE LOVE IT BUT YOUR SCARING THOMAS HUN

>snazzy dance moves my guy

-Remus,,,need i say more?

>REMUS SAID HONEY REMUS SAID HONEY REMUS SAID HONEY spending too much time around Janus perhaps??

>I love that he's now officialy the cool jail uncle

> "see i'm roman! get my better side~" icon

>fan-artists take notes now we know where his embylum is

>ah what lovely brotherly bonding

>Remus stop trying to k!ll yourself in this video wtf put the soap d o w n

>no spoilers >:(

>calling thomas out abt mindpalace (i'd love to see what remus has done with the place)

>very true is there a correct way to sit? the gays would agree

>snazzy dance moves my guy

-Virgil was unusually energetic yet still edgy

>emo cousin? i can agree with that but would that make remus his dad and patton your uncle, or patton your dad and remus your uncle we need answers people

>thats sure one long list you got there,,,

>WHY DID HE HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY TODAY JESUS CHRIST MAN FROM THE OPENING TO THE QUESTIONS

>he got so mad about the makeup comment please also what a great use of swear words

> you got it spot on now i require someone to marry me in space with gandalf and dumbledore

>oh yeah he d i d egg on the falsehood thing a true hero

>everyone:hands him affection him:ew what am i supposed to do with it

>so he likes being a puppet i can respect that

>WHEN HE MENTIONED 'LIES' AND JANUS HAD A TANTRUM IT KILLED ME I LOVE JANUS/VIRGIL INTERACTIONS

-Orage side revealed 😱

>he's patton's snack 😳

-c!thomas (and thomas) getting us all to doubt everything about the entire series for a split second /lh

>he's a great interviewer and definately doesnt almost fall off chairs

>oOOOOOooOoOoOo you liiiiiiike him you're blushinnnng seriously he were so flustered when roman beought up nico and i can understand that for him

>he's so terrified/annoyed at janus and remus that its funny

>dont mention the word... callback >:o

>"no not a literal hand"

>we love and and are proud of you

-The new series trailer

>HOLY FUCK HOLY COW OH GOD THAT'S KINDA GAY THE ANIMATION THE CHARACTERS THEY ALL LOOK SO PRETTY OH GOD OH JEEZ I'M SO PAN I'M SO EXCITED

>d&d style thing? roleplaying? i love it

and thats all i got, please add on!

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anna-hawk · 7 months

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Give — Receive — F!ck

Here's the second part to the spicy version of the Kiss - Marry - K!ll game.

Like last time, you'll have to choose the order of Who you will go down on, Who will go down on you, and Who you'll actually fuck.

#jon bernthal #the mute #brax wolff #julian kaye #stef's JB poll #Tumblr polls #spicy edition #if you saw the first draft I had to change it cause I had a couple duplicates #😅🤦🏼‍♀️#thanks Stef for letting me know 🧡

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thebadgerclan · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet: Kaz Brekker

Requested by Anonymous

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

With his fear of touch, it takes Kaz a while to be comfortable with physical affection, but he slowly gets there. It starts slowly, with him holding your hand with his gloves on, putting an arm around your shoulders and waist, then holding your hand without the gloves, kissing your forehead, cheeks, and eventually your lips. After a few months of working through his fear, he’s open to holding you for longer periods of time. Kaz wants so badly to be physically affectionate with you, but with his phobia, it’s slow going, but he does get there

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Kaz doesn’t really do “friends”, more like allies. But to have him as an ally, someone you knew you can rely on, that carries a lot of weight in the Barrell. If you ever find yourself in a tight spot, you know you can call on Kaz for help, and he’ll be there, usually with a few other members of the Dregs

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Like I said in A, physical affection is something that you and Kaz have to work towards. But once he’s comfortable with cuddling, it easily becomes one of his favorite things. He likes to spoon you, his arms around your waist, nose buried in your hair, legs entwined. Kaz also likes it when you lay facing him, your head buried in his chest, his hands rubbing your back. He might not admit it, but on bad days, whether with his leg or his phobia, he loved being the little spoon, letting you hold him close and shut out the outside world

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Kaz does want to settle down, but with the Dregs, it’s not really a possibility. So you settle for sharing a room and spending every night in each other’s arms. But you do talk about what your future will be like when Kaz eventually gets a big payout from a job: a mansion, fancy clothes, a massive diamond ring (that’s Kaz’s addition). He cooks well enough to keep himself alive, but to be honest, he’s not the best

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) I feel like he’d be really cold and practical about it, but he’d cry when he’s alone. “This isn’t working, Y/N,” he says. “We can’t be together and work together, pick one.” Once he’s alone in his room at the Slat, he breaks down, knowing he just lost the only good thing in his life since Jordie

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Kaz fully intends to marry you, once he has enough money for a proper ceremony, one that meets every single one of the dreams you’ve had since childhood. He gets you a simple ring, a small diamond on a silver band, and asks you to marry him. It’s a simple proposal, but it’s romantic all the same. “Y/N, darling, I love you more than anything else in this world. Marry me, please, my love, make me your husband.” He proposes after 2ish years of dating, well after he’s gotten over his fear of touch (with you at least)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Kaz has a reputation for being ruthless and violent, but with you, he’s sweet, tender, and unbelievably gentle. Once again, once he’s over his phobia, his touch is always gentle and tender. He never raises his voice at you, he never even thinks about hurting you. You are his treasure, worth more than any amount of money (and when I say “over his phobia”, I mean he’s comfortable with touching you, I know that he has deep seated trauma that will never go away. But, in my opinion, Kaz is able to work through his trauma and work towards being able to touch his girl),

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Again, after working through his phobia, Kaz LOVES hugs. Your arms are a sanctuary, a place where he can ignore the hustle and bustle of Ketterdam, work from the Crow Club and the Dregs, and anything that’s bothering him. He’ll often come up to you and pull you into his arms, chin resting atop your head. His hugs are warm and safe, you know that when you’re in his arms, nothing can hurt you

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After about 8 months, Kaz is at the point that he’s able to hold your hand without his gloves. You’d been so patient and understanding with him, and he took your hand, risking pressing a kiss to the back of it (something else he’d recently become comfortable with was kissing your cheek and forehead). “Thank you for being so patient with me, Y/N, I love you so much. My girl, I love you.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Kaz gets jealous very easily. If anyone gets too close to you, he’s on edge. Even if it’s Jesper, who has little to no interest in any female, Kaz still is jealous. He comes to your side, either taking your hand, putting an arm around your shoulders, or pulling you flush against him (depending on where he’s at in terms of working through his trauma)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Tentative at first, when kissing is new to him. Light, short pecks on your forehead and cheeks, before progressing to your lips. Then they linger for a few seconds, mainly on your lips, and eventually, he gets to the point where he wants to kiss you every waking second, lips on yours until he nearly passes out. Once he’s really comfortable with kissing, his kisses are passionate, the love he has for you palpable in the inches between you. Kaz likes to kiss you basically everywhere: forehead, cheek, nose, lips, neck, other intimate areas ;D. He likes to be kissed on the cheek, jaw, neck, lips (duh), and his hands. You’re one of very few people who get to see and touch his hands, so having you kiss them makes his heart flutter

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Honestly, he hates them. I mean, remember what he said to that little girl in Crooked Kingdom? He just doesn’t like them, there’s not much room to elaborate on that.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Most mornings, you wake to Kaz’s lips against your temple, his arms around your middle. “Good morning, my love.” He is loath to get out of bed in the mornings and leave your embrace, but he’s got a club to run. Even so, he’ll spend an extra 20 minutes or so just holding you, soaking in your love and presence (This is all after he’s comfortable w/ touch, btw)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

(Same as above, after Kaz is comfortable w/ touch) Kaz tends to work late, so most nights, you have to drag him to bed. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck. “Come to bed, Kaz. It’s late.” He’ll sigh, moan about how much work he has to do, but he;ll let you herd him into bed

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

A loooooooooong time, both in regards to physical touch and the trauma he’s been through. You know that he’s been through a lot, and you don’t push him, because you know that Kaz will tell you when he’s ready. And sure enough, he does. Slowly, he tells you about Jordie, the plague, how Rollins swindled him, everything about his past. Time is your best friend in a relationship with Kaz

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

In general, fairly fast, but with you, he’s hardly angry. On a job, Kaz can’t afford to be too patient, when he needs something, he needs it now, and he’s not afraid to do whatever he needs to get it. But you’re a different story, with you, Kaz has endless patience. He might snap at you at the start of your relationship, but he always apologizes immediately afterwards. Love is new to him, so he needs you to be patient as well.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Kaz has the memory of an elephant, he has to with the jobs he does, So he remembers every single thing you tell him, important or not.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Cliche, but the first time he kissed you. Kaz was finally comfortable enough with that level of intimacy, and he’d removed his gloves, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you, a long, sweet, lingering kiss. He cried, but they were happy tears.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You’re dating the Bastard of the Barrell, Kaz is insanely protective of you. Whenever you go somewhere without Kaz, he has a few members of the Dregs trail you, at a distance, just to make sure that if something happens, you’re protected. But if he can, Kaz goes everywhere with you, you on his arm, glaring at anyone who might dare cross you, as if to say “Hands off, she’s mine”

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Kaz leads a busy life, so proper dates don’t happen all that often. But when they do, Kaz goes all out, he books a reservation at the best restaurant in Ketterdam, roses, expensive wine, the works. Other date type things are like a private dinner in his office and simple gifts, like candy and things you’ve mentioned you want

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

It’s not a bad habit, but it’s definitely an obstacle in a relationship: his haphephobia. He can be a little rough around the edges, and he’s pretty resistant to the idea of a relationship until he realizes how hard he’s fallen for you

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Kaz is always dressed and groomed immaculately. A fitted three piece suit, his hair slicked back, fedora, leather gloves, shoes shined to a mirror gleam. He takes pride in his appearance, he came from nothing, and he’s built a little empire for himself, and he’s damn proud of it

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

At first he thinks he wouldn’t, but then there’s a job that goes south, and you get hurt, and I’m talking badly hurt. Life-threateningly bad. Nina patches you up in seconds, but you’re unconscious and weak for a few days. Kaz doesn’t leave your side once, his hand clutching yours. “Please, Y/N,” he begs to your sleeping form. “Please be alright. I can’t live without you. I love you, Y/N, I love you so much. Please, wake up, my love.”

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

On your 9 month anniversary, Kaz got a third tattoo. Above the crow and cup, next to the capital R, now resides your initials

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Kaz cannot be with someone who doesn’t respect his boundaries. If you take his hand without thinking before he’s alright with it, but release it immediately and apologize, he’s shaken but alright. But if you do it and don’t let go or don’t apologize, it’s a massive dealbreaker

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Kaz has trouble sleeping in storms, the rain reminds him of the tide on the Reaper’s Barge. But cuddle him and he’s out like a light

#kaz brekker x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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yelenasdog · 3 years

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heavy is the head that wears the crown (mob!arvin russell x fem! pastor’s daughter! reader)

genre: angst+fluff

summary: arvin had always heard the saying “heavy is the head that wears the crown” but never truly understood what it meant. not until now

words: 4.06k

warnings: since this is based off of a tdatt, family death, mentions of death, mentions of mobs, kissing, marriage, murder, smoking, suicide, cancer and i think that’s it. it’s also kinda melodramatic, and i haven’t watched tdalt in a while so a lot could be plot inaccurate also idk anything abt the mob or mafia so like dont k*ll me thx i just like joe pesci

a/n: first, i owe the amazing concept of mob!arv to @kelieah ! so go follow her for more mob!arvin goodness!! basically i’m obsessed w 90s mob movies and watched goodfellas and casino and few too many times lately and oops here we r! i tried to write this from the narrator in tdatt’s view, so if u wanna read it like that then cool! btw the pic w the dress is just an idea of the dress reader is wearing not what she looks like! ok enjoy i’ll stop rambling

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“So, Arvin. I was told you paint houses? That true?”

Arvin hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it again. He wasn’t a painter, no, he killed people. For a price, that is.

But rather than saying no, the jab in his side from his uncle told him to answer otherwise.

“Yes, sir. It is.”

The Pastor nodded, taking a drag from his cigar, imported all the way from Cuba. He then placed what was left of the long stick in the crystal tray in front of him, the tapping of it on the reflective surface seeming almost deafening.

“Can all your family be traced down to one place, son?”

Arvin gulped, avoiding his eyes, darting his own around the heavily decorated room. Another jab to his side. He winced, meeting the older man’s eyes. He may not know much about the life he was about to enter, but he knew enough about what that meant.

“Yes, sir. They can be, minus my father and my mother. They’re gone.”

Not even a full beat of silence later, the Pastor spoke.

“How’d he die?”

Arvin was taken aback, though he knew that question was coming. His jaw clenched, as did his fist by his side. If the Pastor noticed, he didn’t speak on it, barely lifting his eyes from the document resting on his desk.

“Suicide, after the war.”

“And your mother?”

He took his lip in between his teeth, feeling the skin break, the tears well in his eyes for reasons he would excuse as the pain he was inflicting.

“Cancer. It happened when I was young, I didn’t barely even know her.”

The pastor looked up, slimming his eyes. This time he did notice the glimmering droplets, welling up in his chestnut colored eyes, threatening to fall. He appreciated the boy’s attempt to keep his emotions in check in front of his would be superior, leaning back into his chair.

“It’s alright, boy. You’re allowed to cry, it was your mother.” His southern accent was thick like molasses, his words drawing out. Arvin still felt that it wasn’t acceptable, though, so he only sniffled and directed his chin further up towards the ceiling. He stood there for a while, nerves running through his every cell. It was electric, like white lighting making its way through his veins at a painstakingly slow pace.

“Right then.”

The pastor stood, walking towards Arvin and his uncle. His expensive loafers tapped along the cold floor as he went, the sound pestering to the ears of Arvin, taunting him. He reached a soft hand out, which the boy standing opposite to him gladly took. He observed how the Pastor’s hand was without scars, calluses. Anything that would point to evidence of him being a killer, doing his own dirty work (or “the Lord’s work” as he liked to put it).

“Welcome to the family, son.”

And as Arvin smiled widely and shook his hand with an iron grip, he began to wonder what his new life would entail doing the “Lord’s work”.

He thought he had a pretty good idea, but boy, was he wrong.

“So, how’d it go?”

It was later, and Arvin was sitting with one his most favorite people, Y/n. The pair were resting in an open field, the wildflowers around her just almost competing with the beauty she held. He bashfully looked to the dirt under his shoes, noticing how only inches away, her hands picked at the damp grass.

“Went well, I think. He told me I’m ‘part of the family now’.”

She smiled at him, and in that moment with her hair so widely astray, and wearing that pale blue dress he adored so much, Arvin’s heart felt a certain emotion he hadn’t necessarily felt for someone at this multitude before. He had felt it for Lenora, his mother, his aunt and uncle. But it was different, then. Because now as he sat with her by his side, his love for her was realized at its full potential.

She began to ramble on, congratulating him on becoming a member of her father’s so called “family”, telling him how proud she was. He couldn’t keep focused on the sweet words that were falling from her lips like honey, though, as he was too caught up in his own head, his own thoughts.

“Arv?” She asked, voice laced with slight concern, but mostly with curiosity.

“Sorry, darlin’. Just thinking.”

She blushes, it’s the first time he’s called her that before. She tries to carry on conversation, though with her heart beating through that pretty dress of her’s, it was a bit difficult.

“About what?” She questioned, doing her very best not to pry too far, to be invasive in the very reserved Arvin’s mind.

Truthfully? He was promising himself that he would marry her one day, make her his wife. But telling her that he was only thinking “‘bout the future” would have to do. I mean, truthfully, he really was!

So he answered her, and she was content with said answer, abandoning the subject and returning to many praises for Arv. The standards for the “family” were high, and though she believed in him fiercely, she knew that at his core Arvin was the sweetest soul she’d ever met, and she was skeptical he could put that aside to do whatever the job would require.

“Arvin?”

He looked up, and she nearly lost her breath. It was Arvin’s sunkissed skin, tanned from working under the hot sun, the beams beating down on him. Or perhaps it was the freckles that lightly dusted his crooked nose, like a constellation from the cosmos above. Maybe even it was the mop that sat on his head, the color all the same of those sweet brown eyes of his. Whatever it was, she felt it could only mean one thing.

Y/n Y/l/n was confident she loved Arvin Russell.

“Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head like a confused canine. Adorably endearing, she thought.

And though she had much to say, she was afraid that if he were the dog in question, then the puppy had got her tongue, so to say.

“Y/n/n?” The boy said, nudging her with his elbow, making a melodious giggle erupt from her chest. “What, cat got your tongue?” Arvin teased, and she only shook her head and smiled, as he had no idea how correct he really was.

“You could say that.”

The two shared laughs over the exchange, and at some point (neither of them are quite sure when, how, or who leaned in first), their lips connected in a short and sweet kiss. It seemed that it only lasted for a moment, and as soon as they pulled apart, Arvin and Y/n both were dying for more.

But they resisted, Arvin reaching out a cautious hand to entangle with hers. She bashfully grinned, as did he (though he did his best to resist).

“Y/n, I really like you.” He had said, his thumb running small circles upon her skin. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you like me too.” He laughed, nervous notes to the sound.

“And well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfr-”

And with a light groan, Y/n had wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing both of them to the ground. She connected their lips, the kiss so oddly blunt, an attack on his lips that he had no plan of fighting off. His hands found her hair, and her’s moved to the sides of his face, holding him so tightly, as if she was afraid he would let go.

“Yes.” She pulled away panting, her lips swollen, his flushed. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend, Arvin.”

They smiled as bright as the setting sun above them, and Arvin pulled her close as she buried her face in the warm crook of his neck. They stayed like that ‘till the sun went down and the stars came out of hiding, the cool summer breeze blowing around them. They both still felt it, then, the love they had only just began to realize was there. And they would continue to feel it for years to come.

Like when Arvin would get back from a job, sometimes with blood splattered on his crisp white shirts, his dirty work getting, well, dirty. She would slowly peel it from his body, taking care to make sure he wasn’t hurt. She would do her best to wash the crimson stains from the fabric, sighing if it was seeming to be of no use. Arvin would come up behind her where she was working at the sink, wrapping his strong arms around her middle and resting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Arv,” she would start, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, “damn thing won’t budge.” Arvin would just chuckle, reaching up a gentle hand, gentle only for her, to tuck the hair behind her ear, quietly speaking.

“Well I think it looks pretty good, darlin’. It’ll do just fine.” He would spin her around to face him, and pepper small kisses on her skin, smiling at her reaction. And if he was hurt, she would take care to use a warm washcloth, wiping the scarlet splatters from his creamy complexion.

The juxtaposition of the shades was always bewildering for her, oddly beautiful in a way. She never said so, though, only muttering praises of how proud she was, how strong he is, things like that. And Arvin would watch her, honey colored eyes following her as she moved about to fix him right up. No pain would have any real effect on him, not when she was there to reassure him, make him whole again.

As Arvin moved up in their small town world, in the “family”, he remained just as kind, just as gentle. Nothing really changed, no, only the lines on his forehead deepening and the crows feet becoming darker when he smiled; And Y/n’s role, as well. She stopped cleaning him up, stopped trying to rid his shirts of bloody reminders of his living. Arvin seemed to no longer be “painting walls’, but rather making sure jobs were done, everyone was staying in their places.

And things led to another, and all of a sudden Y/n and Arvin were moving into a big house, bigger than Arvin had ever even been in before. Deals and arrangements were made, settlements too.

One regular Tuesday, Arvin came home from what Y/n could tell had been a long, long, day. He was exhausted, but had this unmistakable look of excitement and joy plastered to his face. He had come in bursting through the door, not even taking off his hat or overcoat before making his way over to Y/n and kissing her silly.

“Well hello to you, too, Arv.” She laughed, amusement and curiosity both equally swirling around in her brain, wondering what could possibly have inspired this behavior.

“Things are happening, sweetheart, good, good things.” He took her hands in his, briefly shaking them before planting a kiss to them and walking away, a big smile on his face. And truth be told, not that she would admit it, it scared the Hell outta her. She wasn’t quite sure as to why, but something was itching at her brain, warning her that whatever was brewing wasn't a good thing. But nevertheless, she maintained her grin, painted lips never faltering.

The next day, when the “good things” were supposed to be happening, Arvin was seriously wondering why on God’s green Earth he had expected this to be easy.

“Come again, son?”

Arvin swallowed, shifting on his feet. He mentally scolded himself for ending up in this position again, standing in front of the Pastor’s desk, all kinds of confused. But it had to be this way, it was for the best, he knew. The sun shone through the window above the desk in front of him, right into his eyes, nearly blinding him. The Pastor didn’t really care, though.

“I’m asking for your blessing to ask Y/n’s hand in marriage, sir.”

The older man slowly nodded in understanding, taking a long drag from the expensive cigar between his fat fingers, the gold ring on his pinky also shining brightly under the harsh sun’s light.

“I just thought that after our arrangement-”

“Arvin, I don’t regret making you an heir, I don’t.” He stated, blowing out a long stream of smoke. “Hell, I can feel something big and bad coming, boy, you understand? I know God’s will is holding out on us, on this family. But it’s running thin.”

The young man clenched his jaw, internally cringing on what that might mean to the family, for the family, what it meant for Y/n. He bit his tongue, feeling the iron seep onto his taste buds.

“And I know those damn Teagardins are plotting, they’re plotting for our downfall. Making you next in line is something they won’t see coming, and I trust it’ll stay that way. But I don’t quite understand

“Well I love your daughter, I love her so much that it hurts. And if worst comes to worst…” he stopped, his bottom lip wavering for a moment, trying to carefully dance around the different outcomes of this conversation. “I feel I’ll be better able to protect her if we’re married, if she’s truly mine.” That part might have been a lie. Y/n has never been his, never would be. She was her own person, outside Arvin, outside the family. It was what he loved about her above all else.

The Pastor was quiet for a moment contemplating his response, calculating it.

“Would you die for her?”

“Yes.” The answer came without thought, it was automatic for Arvin.

The Pastor smiled widely, lifting his arms.

“So, when’s the wedding, Arv?

Turns out, it was exactly a year, a month, and 6 days until Y/n and Arvin would tie the knot. Arvin had spent time, waiting to find the perfect moment to ask her the big question. He had decided on a night where the moon was bright and the sky was clear. They sat together in what they had donned “their” field, the greenery around them rustling in the wind. Though he was nervous, he had delivered a stunning speech that had taken poor Y/n’s heart by force. It ended up with both of them crying like babies and a shiny ring on Y/n’s finger.

The wedding itself had taken place on a beautiful summer’s day, and Y/n had worn a pretty white dress that had made Arvin almost faint when he saw her, standing there on her father’s arm. She was all decked out in the most expensive diamonds and pearls, courtesy of her father, making her shine like a crystal of sorts.

It was the best night of her life, Arv’s too. But the joy they had felt must have an inevitable end, as the worst night (Arvin’s too) was soon to follow.

It had been an ambush, the death of the Y/l/n family. The death toll had managed to wrack up every member immediate member of the esteemed mob family, including the Pastor, his wife, and their two sons. A bomb planted in the trunk of their Cadillac that had gone off, placed there by who knows.

When Arvin had heard, his immediate reaction was to thank God that Y/n had decided to stay with him that day, to go lay in the fields just the two of them. Immediately after she had been told, she had fallen into Arvin, her entire body weight being put into his arms. Sobs wracked through her frame, her tears dampening Arvin’s yellow button up.

Once she had “come to”, Y/n had grown to be furious rather than sad. As when you look at the lineage of her family, look at the ranks of the mob and who’s to rise to power when the one in front of them dies, well Arvin was right after Y/n’s big brother, Jamie.

And Y/n had loved her big brother, she had loved him very much and would like to believe that Arvin, her sweet, sweet Arvin, would never do anything of that multitude just to satiate his hunger and appetite for power. The hunger for power she wasn’t even aware he possessed. But how in the Hell was she even supposed to be sure?

“I want to believe you, Arv, I do. But I can’t! It don’t make any damn sense, Arvin!”

“You really think that low of me, Y/n/n?”

Y/n had been shouting, trying to confront him for a crime he hadn’t committed. But Arvin was calm as he spoke, his eyes only watering and his voice only bordering on wavering. Y/n reached a trembling hand to her scalp, pulling lightly on her roots. The tears slipping down her face were hot and salty and she hated it so much.

“What else am I supposed to think?” She lifted an arm, sniffling before putting her other one on her waist, the blue of her dress, the same dress Arvin adored so much, just barely matching what was to become of her mood. She was started to regress, the red hot anger from before transforming to a stormy blue of unsure waters.

“My whole family is dead, and it just so happened that you asked me to stay with you the day they died! My whole family is dead!” She screamed, her voice a crescendo of sorts. “And everyone is clean, Arv, except you. You got the motive, you got the alibi, I’ll give you that much.” She paused, briefly wiping her nose and looking to the blank wall to the left of her father’s office. “It’s funny;” she dryly chuckled, and Arvin looked up.

“You went from doing my daddy’s dirty work to gettin’ some poor bastard to do your own. Ironic isn’t it?”

Arvin stepped towards her, pain twisting his insides up to see his best girl afraid of him, cowering away from his touch.

“You still have me, Y/n. I’m your family.”

She looked to her feet and back to him, shaking her head.

“No, Arv. You’re not. And you will be sorry for what you did to him, to all of them. You will be.” She said, walking away with her heels clicking heavily on the wooden floors. Arvin stood still for a while, not quite sure where to go next. But it dawned on him as the stained glass shone down on his feet in the most poetic manner, that he was already there.

So he dragged his feet along with him, breaths ragged and short, his head slowly tilting up towards the glorious light. He only had to go a few feet, before he sat down in the old leather chair, the only emotions he felt being those of an imposter. He thought back to all the nervous conversations he’d had with the pastor while he was sitting in that chair, a trembling Arvin usually standing opposite, awaiting instruction.

He darted his eyes across the mahogany surface in front of him, looking at all the various things that he only could associate with Y/n’s father. His valued cigar box, the crystalline tray that rested next to it. (He swore he could still smell the fresh smoke, wafting from the little dish.) He opened it, the latch clinking before his hand reached in and his fingers clasped around one of the thick rolls of tobacco. Before he could light it, he felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, and dropped it back into the box, slamming the lid.

He laid back, resting his weary head. Arvin took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, before falling into a not so peaceful slumber.

He was only woken minutes later, Joseph, Y/n’s uncle, wanting to know if Arvin had seen her lately. He shook his head, muttering an annoyed “No”. Joseph got the idea relatively quickly, exiting the room. He heard the chapel’s doors close, taking that as his queue to leave once he saw the time. So he grabbed his hat and his coat, leaving the office and making his way through the dimly lit space. His attention was caught, though, by the cross by the front pews, so beautifully shining. Arvin put down his things, and walked over to the pew, sitting down on the uncomfortable hardwood. He bowed his head, putting his interlocked fingers utop the surface in front of him.

He hadn’t done this in awhile, this whole praying thing. It seemed naive in his way of life, with the things that happened around him, the people lost. But nonetheless, if ever, now was a good time to try.

“Heavenly Father, I, I, uh, I need to talk to you. To, uh, set the record straight.” His hands were sweaty, tears welling in his eyes.

“Y/n, she’s- well she’s the love of my life, God, and I don’t think she loves me anymore. Hell, she wants me dead. But I don’t blame her, I couldn’t ever. Not after...” he paused, his bottom lip shaking, “Not if she thinks I killed her family. But I didn’t, Father, I didn’t and I could never. But she don’t see that. I need her to see that.” He raised his voice, the bitter droplets rolling down his reddened cheeks, hitting his shoes.

“I can’t live without her, I won’t. So I guess I’m askin’ you a favor, Lord. Just… let her know I didn’t do it, that I would never hurt her.” His voice cracked, his words barely audible, not that whoever was listening cared.

“That I love her so much.”

Arvin muttered something of an “Amen”, and then just sat there for he wasn’t sure how long. His silence was interrupted by a mellow and raw voice, cutting through the silence like the sharpest dagger.

“It was the Teagardin family. I just found out.”

Arvin stood and turned so fast he dizzied himself, having to hold onto the back of the pew for stability. His bottom lip quivered, his flushed features gaining a confused look.

“Y/n/n? How long you been there?” He questioned, not bothering to wipe his eyes. She shifted from one foot to the other, fumbling with her hands.

“Long enough.”

There was a mutual understanding at her few words from the two of them, and an apology within them all the same. Her eyes were bloodshot, her nose runny and her overall appearance disheveled. Despite that, just the fact that she was there, to him, made her the most beautiful girl in the world.

Arvin could tell she was holding herself back, her emotions, too, as she started to speak, barely able to get through a sentence as she rambled about how she shouldn’t have assumed things, and that it wasn’t right of her to accuse her beloved of something so dire. But none of it mattered to Arvin as he strode towards her, her words only ceasing when he finally wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m so sorry, Arv.” She sobbed, gripping onto him for dear life. That was all she said, repeating it over and over again with the exception of “I love you” also being reiterated.

Her husband spoke over her hushed tone, saying “It’s alright, doll, I know. You were right to think that, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault.” They continued that way for some time until they both regained their bearings, Arvin wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking down the front stairs of the chapel.

“Let’s go home, sweet girl.” He had said, so they did. Arvin kissed the side of her head, regarding once more how he loved her, before starting the ride home, his hand on her thigh the whole time, not wanting to let her go for even a second.

His mind was plagued with thoughts of the past, and he remembered an old saying he had heard long ago. What was it? Ah, you know what they say.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

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Alex Law x Reader // SFW alphabet

Warnings: Very vague mentions of violence? If you squint?

Summary: SFW alphabet for Alex Law, from Shallow Grave.

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alex never really shows affection in the conventional or typical sense. He’s not particularly one for PDA, such as hugs in front of others or kisses in public. He’ll lay with you on the couch though, and of course sleeps by your side- in your bed or in his. There are a few instances when he’ll be affectionate in front of others- like if either of you are really upset, or if you’re watching a movie with Juliet and David.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Alex can be a little bit annoying sometimes.Well, not sometimes. Most of the time. He tries to be nice, in his own Alex-y way. He would take the mickey out of you and joke around a lot, but despite this he would always be there to be a shoulder to lean on or just someone that listens to you.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He would never admit it to anyone else, but Alex actually really likes cuddles. Just curling up with you late at night, on the couch or in bed, in the dark, where you can run your hands through his hair and get away from the world. That’s his favourite type of cuddle. D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Alex is actually a pretty good cook! He’s alright a cleaning and keeping things in order, but his cooking is definitely the top of his domestic skills. He never was one to seek someone to settle down with, more the type of person to flit from partner to partner, sticking around for a little while before disappearing again. But he thinks that maybe things could be a little different with you, though he hasn’t ever brought it up to you. E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Unfortunately he would most likely be incredibly blunt about it all. Every last detail. Why he no longer wishes to stay with you, his next steps going forward. If he’s feeling sappy enough he may offer you an apology, but you might not want to count on it, I’m afraid. F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?) He is... Unsure towards commitment, to be brutally honest about it. He is quite fond of the idea of you sticking around though, so at least that something in your favour, right?

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?) In more domestic environments likes date nights in the flat,he can be physically gentler than normal- he can be a little bit of a rough-houser so to speak, in everyday situations. On the emotional level, he tries to be gentle when he needs to be- during soft moments, or moments of tense arguments (when he isn’t losing his temper) but apart from that... He’s just Alex. H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?) Like with cuddles, he really likes them. They’re quick, easy and show a fair bit of affection. If anything, you receive far more hugs than cuddles. It’s just a lot easier for the pair of you, since you’re both usually stuck around David and Juliet, and they don’t want to see constant PDA between the pair of you. His hugs are usually warm, and show you all the love he can’t put into words. I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?) Not quickly. Not quickly at all. To Alex, the L word means commitment, and that isn’t something he is entirely willing to jump into. It may take him a number of months before he finally admits the sheer amount of sentiment he holds for you. J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?) Alex can get incredibly jealous. And when he gets jealous, he gets moody, angry and pissed off. Surprisingly quickly, in fact. He also gets rather.. Paradoxical. In public, he’ll be possessive and over-protective, whilst behind closed doors he;ll be distant and rather snappy.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He adores being kissed, and giving kisses. His kisses are usually sloppy yet warm, endearing yet messy. He’ll often kiss you on the cheek or the temple. He’ll occasionally accidentally kiss your ear if he’s in a rush, though. If his feeling more risky, he’ll kiss your wrist or your neck, as a little hint hint. His favourite places to be kissed are under his jaw or the crook of his neck.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?) He hates kids. He hates them with a passion. In his own words, he’d “pay to have them put down”. That’s all that can be said about this, really.

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?

Mornings can be pretty hit and miss- it usually depends on if he wakes up in a good mood. He’ll get you some breakfast- usually consisting of toast or cereal, with the rare show of eggs and bacon- and you’ll lounge around with him watching tv.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are usually really calm with Alex. He’ll cook dinner, talk with you about your day, and curl up with you on the couch to watch whatever is on tv, be it a movie like Evil Dead, or his favourite show, which he’ll often natter along with. O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

Not often. If he ever opens up to you, it’ll be in the early hours of the morning, when the pair of you are close to sleep, and he thinks that you’ll soon fall into slumber and forget what he told you.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?) Usually, he’s fairly patient. But if he experiences to many inconveniences in one day, he will lose his cool. From this aspect, I suppose that he has about average patience, in this regard.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?) Alex doesn’t always remember a lot. I would say it’s not his fault, however it is. If you’re not actively doing something together, most of the things that you say to him go in one ear and out the other. He doesn’t always mean for this to happen, he just gets so distracted, usually with the tv and crisps. R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?) Well there’s two, actually. The first is your first official date, which you spent at a local pub one Friday evening. Since neither of you had work the next day, you both got a little tipsy. Though some memories of the evening were blurry, he remembers your laugh, and how wonderful it was to him. The second is a more domestic one, from a rainy day in October. You were watching Evil Dead together in the lead up to Halloween, and you both sat there making little jokes and quoting the film. He thought it was really sweet. S - Security (How protective are they?) He’s fairly protective. Bearing in mind you’re both around David as the man slowly starts to lose his mind, he does grow more protective of you over time, not wanting David to lay a hand on you at all. He can be pretty protective, and he confronted David when he drilled god knows how many holes into the ceilings of every room in the flat. T - Try (How much effort do they put in?) It varies. Some days he can be very much a lazy slob, hardly talking to you beyond one word answers. Other days he’ll be here there and everywhere trying to please you and make you happy, to prove himself worthy of your affection. So overall, about average effort. U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?) Apparently drinking your cereal milk out of the bowl is a bad habit, so there’s that. Also he frequently forgets to clean his hair out of the bath drain- though that is like one of the only chores he actually has to do. V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Eh, so-so. He’s concerned with his hair- I mean, look how glossy it is! But apart from that, he wears fairly fashionable clothes, and only averagely concerned with his appearance, like most men. W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Yes. Not that he would outwardly admit it, but yes. He wanders around the flat like a lost puppy trying to look for you if you’re away for more than a few days. The other two find it highly annoying. He doesn’t pay them any mind, though. X - Xtra (Random HC) I don’t want to say that this man is a grown toddler at times... But this man is a grown toddler at times. And a bit of a drama queen. Okay maybe a lot of a drama queen. Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?) Buzzkills. If he’s around someone who he sees to be a buzzkill, or ruins his fun at all, he sees it as a total mood killer and gets quite grumpy. And by quite I mean very. He gets very grumpy around people who ruin his fun. Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He is a rather deep sleeper. He sleeps about nine hours on average, and snores a little bit. He also talks in his sleep sometimes, usually when he’s having a night terror. He also lays spread eagle in the bed, sometimes kicking you, other times smothering you in a hug, it’s a roulette sleeping next to Mister Alex Law.

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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years

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The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn is to Love (A.I)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin X fem!Reader

Request: Yes!

Summary: Ashton is trying to propose, but fate’s not putting it easily

Warnings: Smut, oral (female recieving) unprotected sex in a stablished relationship (wrap it before you tap it, please) Language, maybe a few grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 5.3 k

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely Lizza @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof 💕 is my very fisrt attempt to smut writting (I literally have no experience with this) so please be kind. Reblogs, comments and feedback are always welcomed and encouraged so please, I would love to know your opinion 😊 You can find the rest of my work HERE. Hope you like it and Happy reading ✨🦋

@iknowyouthinkimbulletproof : hi, i hope i'm not bugging you (wow didn't know my social anxiety shows so much) , i wanted to ask if you could write some fluffy smut with ash or mikey. maybe they just got engaged or something. lots of love - lizza

Everything was going according to plan. At least that’s what Ashton thought 5 min into the date.

“What do you mean there is no reservation?” He asked the host, as calmly as he could.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Irwin. But I have no reservations under your name for tonight” Said the lady, trying to avoid any conflict “I do have one for the 24th but for the next month”

Ashton wanted to slap himself in the face. Did he really make the reservation and messed up the date?! Tonight, out of all nights, it had to be tonight. His mind was racing like the Lightning Mcqueen himself, trying to find any kind of solution for this inconvenience.He had to find a way to stick to the plan, even if the first step was already ruined.

“Is everything okay, Ash?” A voice snapped him out of his head.

Ashton looked at you and his eyes softened when he felt your delicate hand on his arm, he was thankful for this little comforting gesture you always do when you notice he was starting to get frustrated. He gave you a reassuring warm smile as he interlocks his fingers with yours.

“Yeah,” Ash said, thanking the host and guiding you out of the fancy restaurant onto the busy LA streets. “I'm just an idiot who can't tell June from July appart” He sighed.

Your mouth became a thin line as you tried to hold back the laughter. “Oh no, baby…” You said, barely holding in the giggles. Ashton rolled his eyes.

“Okay, let it out” He said as you burst out laughing in the middle of the sidewalk. Ashton briefly stops, but you kept on walking, allowing him to pull on your hand and make you turn around until your chest hit his “Well, now you´re just being mean” He pouted as you started giggling again.

“Aww I´m sorry, baby” You said pecking his lips “But that's what you get for always teasing me about not remembering dates”

“Yeah, I guess I deserve that” He sighed “You're not mad?”

“Why would I be?” You frowned confused.

Ashton looked at the floor, his hand still intertwined with yours as he played with your fingers. He didn’t try to hide his disappointment.

“Because! We’ve been waiting for this date for a while now and you spend a lot of time getting yourself all ready and gorgeous to go to that fancy restaurant and I just ruined by getting all wrong from the beginning and-“

“Ash!” You interrupted him, cupping his face in your hands and making him look at you “Nothing’s ruined and the date isn’t over! Maybe it was fate… think about it! I bet that restaurant didn’t even have fries and I’m seriously craving some right now” Ashton chucked “The important thing here is that I get to spend time with you, so as long as I do, I don’t care if it is in a five star restaurant with minuscule portions of overly priced food or in a McDonald’s parking lot”

Ashton looked at you and all he could see was how your eyes crinkled with your smile. He swears that if he were to die in the next 10 seconds then he would die a happy man, because your smile would be the last thing he’d see.

This was just a minor setback, he thought, just one piece of his plan that didn’t exactly stick to it, but he still had all night.

“I love you” He said, smiling as he brought his lips to yours.

“I love you too, baby” You responded, stepping back and tugging on his hand “But first, fries”

Ashton laughed, letting you guide the way to the closest fast food restaurant. And as he felt the weight of the small velvet box on his pocket, he knew that you were right, as long as he was with you, then everything would be okay. He only hopes the rest of the night goes according to plan.

In a matter of minutes, you and Ashton were sitting on the sidewalk in your fancy clothes eating fries and milkshakes, laughing and joking around without a single care in the world. Your head was resting on his shoulder as you both saw cars and people pass, trying to create narratives with complete strangers and laughing at the absurdity that came out of each other's mouths.

With every passing second, Ashton was even more sure about his decision. He was looking at you while you wondered aloud about the possibility of fate and he couldn't believe his luck. It seemed like yesterday where he got the nerve to ask you out on a date, palms sweaty as he blurted out the words, holding his breath until you smiled at him and said yes. He's hoping that tonight you would do the same.

Your words drift away in his head as he starts daydreaming about your future together. He can see you standing all in white in front of him, a house with a lot of rooms to let your friends crash whenever they needed to or to fill with toys for your children, oh he can't wait to start a family with you, knowing that that's what you want too, eventually, maybe in a few years. Or maybe not at all? You could´ve changed your mind and that would be alright by him, after all if he has you then that's all he needed. But maybe you don't want him anymore, maybe you changed your mind completely. What would you say then? Is he rushing this? You talked about this before, but you could still say no. Would you say no? You have all the right to do so. Oh God, is he ruining this by asking you? Would you break up with him? Wh-?

“Ashton?”

Your voice pulls him out of the trance, just like it did the first time he asked you on a date.

“Hmm?” He hums. His eyes find yours and it's easy to spot the worry in them, the anxiety of it all is consuming him, but he can't let it show.

“Where'd you go?” You chuckled, knowing he was in a different headspace.

“I'm right here” He said, sliding his thumb against your lip to clean a bit of ice cream that was left forgotten, pressing his lips against yours right after.

He knows he shouldn't overthink this instead of enjoying this moment with you. He loves you and he knows you love him, that's all that matters, that's all there is to care. You belong together and if fate wants it, then you´ll be together for all your lives and he wants nothing more. He couldn't be more grateful when he's holding you like that, kissing you like that. With you, he feels like home. You are like a dream come true.

He pulled away after a while, giving your forehead a little kiss and staying like that. You smiled.

“Not that I'm complaining,” You said, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes “But are you okay, baby? You seem… off”

Ashton just smiled and nodded “I´m good, love. Just thinking,”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Maybe later.” He chuckled, getting up from the sidewalk and offering his hand for you to the same “Now, are you ready for step two?”

“Ooh, there's more?” You teased, locking your fingers together as you walked side to side.

“I want you to have the best night of your life, dear” Ashton said, pulling you closer.

“I already do! Every night that I have you with me is the best night of my life” You leaned closer to whisper in his ear “Where I can have you all by myself,” You bit his earlobe quickly, wanting to tease him just enough.

“Careful, princess” Ashton warned in a low voice “Don't want to start something you don't intend to finish. We still have a long night ahead of us ”

“Oh, I'm counting on it”

*************************************************

“Excuse me, what?!” Ashton asked the security guard of the gallery. The man just stood there and shook his head.

“I’m sorry son, but the exhibition is closed until next week for reparations”

“Oh no, no no no no no” Ashton murmured, tangling his fingers in his hair “fuck fuck fuck fuck”

He was thankful that you needed to go to the bathroom, that way you didn’t see him freak out in front of a complete stranger.

The security guard looked at Ashton like he was crazy.

“Are you okay, son?”

“No!” He said loudly, but quickly lowered his voice when he realized more people were staring “That exhibition belongs to one of my girlfriend’s favorite artists, they have this whole collection of couples in different stages in life and intimacy and she just loves it so much and I already plan on asking her to marry me but the restaurant didn’t have my reservation and now the gallery is closed and I’m fully panicking because I don’t know if she’s going to say yes now that I ruined again just because I didn’t ask before coming in here and-“

Ashton was interrupted when he felt two large hands grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him slightly.

“Calm the ef down, chief” Said the old man “You are going to have seizure if you keep rambling like that without taking a breath” Ashton closed his mouth and just stared at the man who still hasn’t let go of him “Look, you love this girl, don’t ya son?”

“More than anything”

“You wanna marry her?”

“Yes.”

“She loves you?”

“She does”

“Then why the hell are you so nervous?! If she loves you and wants to marry you then just ask her! Believe me, women don’t care about the flowers or the chocolates or all that bullshit. If you are the one for her and she’s the one for you then that’s all that truly has value” The man gave a small, kinda ‘wake the hell up’ slap to Ashton’s cheek that made him blink in disbelief “Now, don’t be an idiot, puff your chest and stop being a little scared puppy and go ask her!”

Ashton nodded, kinda weirded out by the whole interaction but still understanding everything that man said. He thanked the man for the pep talk and walked a little too fast over where you were standing.

You had just come out of the bathroom when you saw your boyfriend walking up to you. You noticed he was a little distressed once again.

“Hey, Ash. Everything okay?”

“Uhh, yes? No, yeah. What?” He mumbled, trying to wrap his head on what he should do next “Sorry, it just seems like the exhibition you wanted to see it’s closed for the week”

“Oh no,” You said in a little disappointed tone that Ashton was quick to catch up, cursing at himself for making you sad, even though it wasn’t exactly his fault “Eh okay, that’s fine. Maybe we can just hang out on the other exhibitions” You smiled.

“Babe, we’ve seen the other exhibitions like a million times already, don’t you think it’ll be a waste of time?” Ashton carefully asked.

“Of course not! I love them,” You exclaimed, tugging on his hand and already walking to an isle full of portraits “And besides, time’s never wasted when you’re in good company and I so happen to have the best one there is”

Ashton returned the smile and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to peck your cheek “I love you so darn much” he whispered in your ear “Why don’t we make this a game? You give me a list of things I have to find within the gallery, since we’ve been here before you need to make it clever so we don't end the game too soon, and I’ll do the same to you. Okay?”

Your eyes lighted up at the idea of a challenge. Both of you were very competitive and you knew this was going to be one of those times where it was all or nothing.

“What happens if I win?” You asked.

Ashton pulled you closer, his hand dangerously placed on your lower back, slowly traveling lower and lower, making you shiver under his touch “We can do whatever you want, baby” he whispered, leaving a burning kiss on the side of your ear.

“Mmh, whatever I want?”

“I’ll be at your mercy, my princess” He smirked.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss “Then let’s make sure I win, then”

You exchanged phones and opened the notes app. The goal was to find ten items, it could be people hiding in one of the pictures or portraits, sculptures or random pieces of art scattered around the gallery. To prove you have them all you had to take a picture next to it or of it. Once you finished writing the list on each other’s phones, you started your search.

You walked alongside each other, hands laced together as you took in the different kinds of art the gallery offered, stopping from time to time when one of you spotted one item on the list, making one of you take the picture while the other rejoiced in victory.

“Hold up!” Ashton said as you passed in front of a peculiar painting “If I remember correctly… yes!” He celebrated quietly “There’s the duck with a bow tie! That means I win”

“This isn’t fair!” You whined after taking Ashton’s picture next to the stupid duck. He had a smug smile on his face as he held two thumbs up to the camera “I can’t find the last item! You cheated!”

“Aww” Cooed Ashton “Someone’s being a sore loser”

“Am not!”

“That’s alright babe, you can win another time” Ashton chucked “What’s the last item?”

“The lady with the diamond ring” You groaned, rolling your eyes “It’s so stupid! I’ve been here before like a thousand times and I’ve never seen a painting or anything like it with a lady with a diamond ring. Diamond tiara yes, but ring?” You scoffed, clearly frustrated “Are you sure there’s a lady like that here?”

“Well…” Ashton started, but he was soon cut off by a loud, annoying sound.

Soon enough, droplets of water started falling down the roof. The sprinkles had been turned on, meaning there was a fire inside the gallery.

You looked at Ashton with fear in your eyes, the same fear you saw reflected in his hazel gaze. He grabbed your hand, ready to sprint out of there in a second when someone started yelling.

“Sorry! False alarm! I fell and pressed the button sorry! There’s no fire!” A masculine voice echoed through the isles.

Ashton was livid, once again his proposal suffered a step back. How could everything get so messed up? He had everything planned and yet none of that worked. He was always used to having at least some sense of control over things but now he just felt completely helpless. Everything was wrong, everything was-

“Pfft”

He snapped his face towards you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he saw you place a hand to your mouth, cheeks turning red from trying to stifle your laughter. But as soon as your eyes met his, you lost it completely.

Your laughter burst through the halls, crackling at the situation “You-,” You said through a fit of giggles and snorts “Your face! You-“ You gasped for air, trying to gain some composure but failing miserably “I- we’re soaked! Look!”

Ashton gaze followed to where your finger was pointing, finally stopping at a mirrored window in front of you. The image of both of your fancy outfits completely drenched, humid strands of hair falling on your faces and your make-up completely ruined except for the waterproof eyeliner was truly a sight to behold.

Ashton’s eyes were concentrated on your reflection the entire time. Even soaking wet you were the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen, your laughter filling his ears as a muse’s melody. He couldn’t wait to hear it every single day of his life.

He joined you soon enough, his giggles resonating along yours, finally accepting how ridiculous this situation was. That’s something you love about him, his laugh. You’d never get tired of it. It was so sincere and pure, you don’t know how’d you spend so much time without that laugh in your life.

He was truly the love of your life. You knew, as soon as you saw him, that you were done for. You remember waiting patiently for him to ask you on a date, almost giving up and asking him yourself when he blurted out the words one day, thankfully. You are so in love with him it hurts, and to know that the feeling is mutual is just… the greatest thing that could ever happen to you.

You pressed your lips against his, both of you smiling into the kiss as your hands played with the back of his neck, training the lines of the condor tattoo. His hands quickly found their way to your waist, rounding it as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around the soaked marble floor.

Ashton broke the kiss when he put you down once again “Wanna get out of here?” He asked, smiling.

You nodded as you let him guide you outside the building.

The cold air of the city made you shiver as soon as you stepped foot on the streets, Ashton quickly gave you his jacket, which was a sweet gesture even though it made no difference since it was soaked as well.

“Let’s head back home” He said, placing an arm around your shoulders.

“Thought you had a whole night planned?” You asked, not wanting to discourage him.

“Yeah.. but that already went to the dogs. We can’t go anywhere in this state” He chuckled, making you laugh as well “And besides, someone once told me that the most important thing is that we get to spend time together. So as long as we do that, every plan is a great plan, don’t you think?”

You hummed softly “Must be a very wise person”

“Very much so. And beautiful. And funny. And hot as hell…”

“Wow, really?” You asked sarcastically.

“Extremely”

“I must meet them someday”

Ashton laughed and pulled you closer to him. Never wanting to let you go.

*************************************************

The drive home was peacefully quiet, both of you content with each other’s company, the radio filled in the silence and the traffic lights gave the atmosphere an ethereal feeling. You knew this was one of the moments where words were unnecessary, one of those moments to put away in a little box and opening it for a rainy day. It was a moment of love and peace. A true treasure.

Once you are home, you open the door as soon as Ashton stops the car, expressing your dire need of a hot shower “Can I join?” Asked Ashton as he took the key out of the engine tab.

“Always” You winked at him.

He chucked, making the car keys fall from his grip “Aw shit, go ahead love. The keys are in the pocket of my jacket”

Ashton heard you mutter an okay as he bent down to grab the car keys from the floor. Realizing a moment too late that there was something else in his pocket that night.

“Ashton…”

Oh shit.

“A-Ash, wha-“ you stuttered, holding a little blue velvet box in your hand.

He rushed to you, quickly grabbing the object from your hands “Oh shit, uuh” he gulped, starting to panic “I-I, fuck. I didn’t- Oh fuck it”

In a matter of seconds, Ashton fell on one knee. He grabbed your hand delicately as he looked into your eyes. He took a deep breath and gained the courage he was trying to master since the beginning of the evening.

“I honestly didn’t expect to do this on the porch of our house. I had everything planned. The fancy dinner, the gallery, countless other romantic activities we could’ve done tonight… as you can see nothing went as planned. I tried so hard to find the perfect moment to say this, but there isn’t such a thing. There isn’t because I know that every moment that I get to spend with you is the perfect moment.

Y/N, I love you. I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you, and I haven’t stopped since. I find myself falling harder for you everytime you smile or you laugh, god I would give anything to make you laugh every single day of my life. You are the smartest person I know and I love hearing you talk about the topics that make you happy, wishing I could be one of them. Y/N you are… kind, you are funny, you are the most patient and resilient person I’ve ever known. Baby, you are my everything and I don’t know… I don’t want to know what I’d do without you.

I want you with me, always and forever. I want to be yours in more ways than one. I want to cherish you and be able to call you my wife, my love, my world. Everything I have, everything I am is yours. You make me a better person and you just make me the happiest man on earth just by staying by your side.

I’m yours, Y/N. In every possible way. Will you be mine? Will you-“

“Yes.” You said breathlessly through the tears.

“Yes?”

“Yes! Ashton, yes! A million times, yes”

You pulled him up from the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him like your life depended on it.

Ashton cupped your face in his hands and deepened the kiss, parting your lips as you both melted to one another.

“I love you” he said, breaking the kiss to slide the ring onto your finger.

“I love you more”

He chuckled “Not possible”

You barely make it through the door before you are kissing him again, not being able to stand even a few more seconds without being close to him. Your heart is beating faster than ever, almost bursting out of your chest as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling it slightly in a desperate need to have him even closer.

“Fuck, baby” Ashton groans, cupping your ass and squeezing it as you jump and wrap your legs around his waist “You don’t know what you do to me” he said planting kisses all over your jaw, marking up a trail down your neck.

You moaned as you felt his lips sucking your sweet spot. Ashton had you pressed against the wall, his mouth clashing with yours, feeling every inch of your bodies as you battled for dominance. You let one of your hands fall and travel to where your lower halves meet, palming his growing erection and earning a low moan from him. With your other hand, you tug on his hair and whispered in his ear “Show me”

In an instant, Ashton dropped you to the floor and picked you up bridal style, making your way to your shared bedroom. He gently put you down on the bed and kneeled down in front of you.

He slowly started to undo the straps on your shoes, kissing your legs from your ankles to your knees in an agonizing pace before moving to the other one.

“So beautiful..” He said, sliding his hands up your body, removing your clothes in the process.

“Ash..” you whined. Pulling him by the collar of his shirt and disregarding it completely, bringing your lips together. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his fingers brush through your sides, leaving a burning trail of goosebumps wherever he touched.

“Where’d you want me, baby?” He said, kissing down your body, leaving marks wherever he could, stopping just right above your hip bone. You shivered when his fingers traced along your panties, adding pressure where you needed him most “You’re so wet, my love” He whispered as he hooked his thumbs on the side of them and pulled them off completely. His fingers running up and down your folds collecting your wetness and using them as lube “All of this for me?”

“Yes” You breathe heavily, moaning as you feel one of his fingers slip inside you.

“What was that, Princess?” He teased, kissing the inside of your thighs.

“All for you, Ash. All for-“ You moaned as he inserted another finger inside your hole, setting a pace that already made you see starts “Ash… please” you begged.

“Please what, Princess?”

“I need you”

Ashton presses his lips to your clit, kissing and sucking it as his fingers curled up inside you. Your hand made its way to his hair, fingers locking with his curls as you tugged on them, holding him in place.

You let out a pornographic moan when his fingers brush your g spot, bucking your hips when you felt that tight knot in your stomach, but Ashton put his arm above your hips and held you down. You whispered as you felt him groan against your sex, sending vibration all over your body.

“You’re close, aren’t ya?” Ashton said as he quickened the pace of his fingers “I can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby. C’mon, let go. Let me hear you, baby” He attached his lips to your clit once again, sucking it hard as your orgasm hit you, moaning his name as you came down from your high.

Ashton kneeled down on the bed, bringing his fingers to his mouth “Mmh” he moaned as he tasted your juices “Baby, you’re exquisite”

You quickly sat up as well, smacking your lips against his. Humming into the kiss as your hands started to unbuckle his pants and lowered them down just enough to palm him through his boxers, already feeling the precum leak through the thin fabric. Ashton let out a low moan at your touch, dropping his hand to stop yours.

“But-“

“Later, Princess” He said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it softly “I need to be inside you”

And with that, he pressed his arm around your waist and flipped you over so you were on top of him. You quickly caught his idea as you started tugging down his pants and boxers, taking them off completely,

“You don’t know how many times I imagined this” Ashton hissed when you speed your legs to each side of his hips, starting to grin on his cock with your bare sex, coating it with your wetness and moaning with delight “You riding me wearing this” He said, grabbing your left hand and kissing your new ring “And only this”

Your eyes were fixed on him as you stroke his cock and lined it up with your entrance “And how was it?” You asked in a teasing tone.

He smirked “Just like this” Ashton said, grabbing you by each side of your hips and slowly entering you until he bottomed down “Fucking fantastic”

You moaned at the stretch, loving how every inch of him filled you up and made you feel whole. Ashton groaned when he felt your walls clench around his cock, letting you adjust to him before you started to move and setting up a pace.

You started rocking on him, lifting your hips up and down his length as your hands flew to his chest for leverage, nails digging on his skin and leaving marks for you to trace later, a faint memory of the night that Ashton would treasure forever. Your moans grew louder and louder as you started going faster, Ashton’s name became a mantra to your lips as you started chasing your own pleasure.

Ashton grunted and moaned praises to you, stretching his hands so he could cup your breasts in each one “So fucking right, princess” he said, squeezing your boobs while his thumbs brushed your nipples “So. Fucking. Good. And all mine”

You moaned loudly at his actions. The feeling of him suddenly becoming too much as he lets go of your breast and grabs you by the hips once more, meeting your thrust and fucking you harder.

“Say you’re mine” He moaned, digging his fingers into your skin, applying a pressure that will leave bruises later on.

“Ah- a I’m yours! I’m yours” You said between your panting and your moans. Letting your upper half fall onto him, placing your arms at each side of his face as you let him take control.

“Yeah, baby... Fuck” He groaned in your ear as he speed up the pace, feeling his release approach with yours “You’re mine. My wife. My princess. My everything.. Fuck”

“Ashton…” You whined.

“Come baby, come on my cock. C’mon, I’m right behind you” Ashton said, bringing his lips to yours for a messy kiss, sticking your moans as you came all over his cock.

You felt dizzy as Ashton fucked you through your orgasm, your whole body trembling against him as he chased his own release. Ashton’s body tensed, his thrusts became sloppier as your walls clench around him, making his cock twitch inside you and filling you with his cum.

You both sighed heavily, content in your own pleasure as you slowly started making out again. Soft kisses and touches mixed with reassuring words of love filled the room as your post orgasmic daze faded away. Ashton carefully pulled out of you and made his way to the bathroom, bringing with him a small wet cloth to clean you up, peppering kisses all over your body as he did so.

Once he was done he laid in bed next to you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your forehead.

“You make me the happiest man on the planet” He whispered, not wanting to break the comfortable silence between the two of you “Fuck, baby. I’m so glad you said yes”

“Was there another option?” You chuckled “Did you really think I would’ve said no?”

“To be honest, I was a little worried you might” He laughed “It seems stupid now but I was so pissed earlier, I wanted to propose on the restaurant but then I messed up, then I thought that the gallery would’ve been a better option anyways and it ended up beign-“

“One of the best dates of my life?” You interrupted him. Ashton looked at you confused “I had fun today, Ash. I had a great time just being with you and having our own little chaos. And even if you decided to proposed at that McDonald’s I would’ve said yes regardless” You said, placing a small kiss to his lips “Though I’m still pissed about the game”

Ashton raised his eyebrows “Oh! That reminds me,” He got out of bed and started looking through the clothes that were laying on the floor for his cellphone. Once he found it he came back up and took a picture of your hand with the engagement ring, turning to you with a shit eating grin “I win”

“What?”

“I found the lady with the diamond ring!” He said excitedly. You slapped him in the chest “Ouch!”

“So you did cheat!”

“In my defense I was going to propose right there and there” Ashton said in as a matter of fact way “I was trying to be romantic”

You rolled your eyes and curled up to him, placing a soft kiss to his chest. His arms wrapped around you and traveled along your back, caressing it softly as you drifted to sleep.

“Y/N?” He whispered after a while.

You hummed “Yes?”

“I can’t wait to marry you”

You smiled into his embrace “I can’t wait to marry you, either”

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