i think i sighed at least 20 times

A Royal Commission (14)


Prompto’s bent over a client, a headband holding back his hair and the gun buzzing in his hand, glasses in place since he had a late start. The bell over the door chimes but he doesn’t bother to look up, just calling a quick welcome as he works the finer details of a wing.

He pauses, wiping away blood and excess ink, allowing his gaze to flick up enough to register unfamiliar boots and their position before he starts working again.

“You can take a seat or look around, someone will be out in a sec.”

The voice the answers makes him freeze, lifting the gun slowly, glad the guy’s he’s working on is too busy messing with his phone to notice his tension.

“Oh? I do hope it’s my other wayward child.”

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@gothdaisyjohnson okay so like you said you weren’t gonna tag anyone in this but tumblr tells me you mentioned me in it (because you did in the middle of it lol) so i’m just gonna do this okay

a - age: 20
b - birthplace: Georgia, US
c - current time: 5:32 pm
d - drink you last had: water
e - easiest person to talk to: Emily this is def you and also @becausewritingandstuff
f - favourite song: (why does anyone ever think I have an answer to this sigh i’ll give you a couple of my current faves) New Romantics by Taylor Swift, Use It For Good by Fallulah, It’s My Turn from the RWBY volume 3 soundtrack
g - grossest memory: what does this even mean like least pleasant or like the grossest thing i can remember happening to me but like a) I’m not doing least pleasant in here and b) I don’t even know about grossest honestly i’ve probably blocked it from my mind but i can tell you one of the most embarrassing things that happened to me which is that in second grade my skirt literally fell down in front of a whole lot of people
h - horror yes or horror no: nope nope nope nope nope
i - in love?: i love my friends<333333
j - jealous of people?: sometimes but i’m probably more likely too consumed by anxiety and self consciousness to be jealous
k - killed someone?: i have not
l - love at first sight or should I walk by again: I mean i know like sometimes that’s how people do like love’s a weird thing but i have to agree with Emily the build up is what gets me personally
m - middle name: Adriann after my great grandparents
n - number of siblings: just the one sister
o - one wish: I dunno it’d be nice to be happy and surrounded by people I love
p - person you called last: my sister
q - question you’re always asked: the only thing I can think of right now is people asking how old i am lol everyone thinks i’m middle school/high school age
r - reason to smile: good fanfiction
s - song you sang last: Belle lol singing some stuff from the beauty and the beast soundtrack in the shower
t - time you woke up: one or two pm whoops slipping on my sleep schedule a bit
u - underwear color: it is multiple colors today
v - vacation: i’m hoping to visit Allyson sometime this summer and maybe go to Houston in August
w - worst habit: sometimes once I drop certain stuff on the floor it’s dead to me
x - x-rays: I’ve never needed one so far
y - your favorite food: I love cake too much to say anything else
z - zodiac sign: scorpio

Allyson I’ll tag you I guess bloop

the delivery

Prompt taken from this post: the postal worker delivered your package to my place accidentally and I was expecting something so I totally didn’t look before I opened it and… wow that is um… quite an interesting thing you bought and I’m here to return it

CS AU. Rated T for lots of fluff and a little bit of smut, with mild language and gratuitous use of the word “penis.” Enjoy!

Emma Swan is halfway through a roast beef sandwich, which she’d been dreaming of all day, when a loud knock startles her and sends au jour dribbling down her chin. If it’s Mary Margaret showing up unexpectedly with another list of “Maid of Honor” tasks for her to accomplish, she won’t be held accountable for her actions. She’s tired, she’s dirty, and she just wants to eat her damn sandwich and go to bed. 

Rather than finding her insistent best friend, she finds her infuriatingly loud and annoyingly attractive next-door neighbor. Emma attempts a polite smile. “Can I help you?”

Killian grins as he shoves a box into her arms. “Yeah. I accidentally opened this giant box of dicks you ordered.”

Emma feels her face grow hot as she attempts to shove the box behind her back. A few colorful plastic penises rain down from the box as if to mock her. They both stare at the shiny objects on the ground before them, transfixed by the way they clash horrifically with the hallway’s grey carpeting. Emma’s convinced – she’s never been more embarrassed in her entire life.

Killian gestures towards his apartment door and continues, “I also have the penis straws, necklaces, and shot glasses you ordered.”

Scratch that. Now this is the most embarrassed she’s ever been.

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Whatever You Want

A fluffy birthday AU for Liam today, including both Ziam and puppies :)

When Liam had first learned that Zayn was an EMT, the thought that’d popped into his head was how sexy that was. How caring he must be. And how sexy that was. Had he said that already?

It was only after the two of them started dating that he realized what a pain in the ass it was. Evenings were usually empty, and it wasn’t just evenings but sometimes full nights. 

But, he always told himself, those evenings off were always the best nights of his week. 

He’d been telling himself this for months now, chanted it like a mantra whenever the house felt too empty for just his own breath and voice.

But he admits it. He didn’t want to have to say the words again on his birthday, for God’s sake.

“It’s fine,” he’d said, trying to giving an understanding smile but knowing full well it probably looked more forced and sad than anything else. Zayn gave all the excuses in the world, about how no one else could take the shift, about all the people he’d save, about how much he loved Liam.

And maybe then, just then, Liam should’ve been suspicious.

Or at the very least, he should’ve been suspicious when Niall was driving around Wolverhampton for more than twenty minutes trying to find some dead poet’s house–some poet that Liam had never heard of. And, by the way, did Niall even like poetry?

He’d known the lads for more than enough years to be able to put two and two together. More than six years, to be precise. He’d had over 72 months to figure out these assholes, but had he even gotten close? No.

But half an hour later, they pull up to Niall’s house, able to at last watch all of the Batman movies in a row–which Liam has a feeling they’re only doing because Niall feels bad that Zayn’s cancelled on him, but he isn’t about to miss out on this once in a lifetime opportunity.  

He pulls open the door with a grin, ready to watch Christian Bale kick some ass while they chomp on popcorn and Skittles. But he stops, taking a step back at the crowd in front of him that jumps up from behind furniture that Liam didn’t even know Niall had. “Surprise!” They all call out in unison.

“I–” Is all Liam can get out, biting his lip as he steps through the doorway. “Does this mean we can’t watch Batman?” He asks then, still dumbfounded by the scene in front of him, and–apparently–not able to think about anything else except his favorite superhero.

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Irritated Michael

Pairing; Michael and Y/N

Word count; 1900+

Including; Smut, profanitiets and cute talk

Summary; Michael is irritated by your presence and you’ve had enough of it

This is my first time writing so please give me some feedback (bad or good)

Written by irwinwtf


This is not how I would have imagined myself 5 years ago. Of course, Michael would still be in the picture, like he is now, but I wouldn’t have guessed it’d be like this. Michael and I got together about 5 years ago, I was 19 and he was 20. It seemed like a dream come true, being in a relationship with the famous Michael Clifford, but it’s nothing like that. I miss him all the time, he’s always on tour and when he is at home he’s always recording, sleeping or playing FIFA.

Thinking about my upcoming 25th birthday next month, I sigh and sit down on the couch. I would’ve thought we’d be married, or at least engaged, by now, but I don’t want to be that girlfriend that is basically forcing her boyfriend to propose, so I’ll just wait. I turn on the television and watch the news, deciding 2 minutes later that I’ve already watched the news at least 3 times today.

I can hear Michael swear in his “chill” room, which is just his mancave basically. After turning off the television I walk to his door and knock on it.

“Mikey?” I breathe nervously, thinking about his bad temper lately.

I can hear him sigh, put his FIFA game on pause and walk to the door. Inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, I’m praying to the almighty lords we’re not going to have an irritating argument again.

He opens the door slightly whereby I can only see half of his face, it’s hard to see but I’m quite sure he’s frowning.

“Do you want to order some pizza? We can also go out for dinner if you’d like to?” My eyes dart to my own feet, not ready for his answer.

I can feel him staring at my forehead, knowing his body language so good, I know he’s irritated as hell. “We already ate pizza yesterday.”

“Yeah, I know, bu-“

“Just order the fucking pizza, Y/N.” He closed the door and I heard him walk back to his couch.

Something snapped inside my head. All the anger from the past 3 weeks just seemed to start shaking inside my whole body, wanting to get out.

I opened his door so hard it slammed against the wall, leaving a hole where the doorknob sat. My feet marched towards Michael who looked at me with wide eyes, confused and shocked of my sudden anger. My mouth opened itself to spill out all the curses I have been wanting to yell at him for 3 weeks, but nothing came out except this pathetic beastly grunt.

“Are you acting like a werewolf that’s on its period or something?” He asked irritated.

My legs started to shake, my throat began to tighten and my eyes started to get watery. I turned my heels and walked to the door, hearing Michael started his game again, I turn around for the last time, and get ready to say the thing that has been on my mind for so many weeks, but have been too scared to tell him.

“Michael, I’m leaving.” His whole body froze, he seemed to forget he was playing FIFA. He turned his head my way and slowly put his controller on the table in front of him. When he got up and walked towards me, I felt, once again, powerless like a scared little girl.

His eyes darted towards mine, and it took me everything to look him straight in the eye. He sighed heavily and put his hands on my shoulders, a shiver went down my spine, forgetting how warm his hands felt on my cold body.

“Then where are you going? You can just let the pizza deliver.” He was wearing this obvious cheeky grin, meaning he knew exactly what I meant but being too dominant to give in.

There started to form this weird feeling in my stomach, I laughed at his lame joke and a few seconds later all the tears just spilled out. I couldn’t dare to look at him, too embarrassed of myself, being so “confident” to tell him that I’m leaving and the next second crying like a toddler that lost its mother.

His hands formed itself at the back of my neck and he pulled me in his chest, cuddling me hard. He kissed the top of my head and let his hands fall on my hips.

“I missed this.” I look up at him and frown.

“You missed cuddling, but you didn’t miss me?” Licking my lips I can taste my salty tears. I stick my bottom lip out, forming a pout.

“Stop being so cute, of course I missed you, baby.” Somehow him calling me baby had this turn-on effect on me. I felt all the heat in my body rush down under.

“It didn’t seem like you missed me, I get the feeling you hate me, actually.” My tears finally stopped falling down, making me feel more confident again. I got myself out of his embrace and took a step back, looking up at him.

There seemed to be some sort of regret in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He said it softly, almost mumbling, not looking at me.

Most of the stress that has been forming inside my body seemed to loosen up a bit, I sighed and smiled at him. “It’s okay I guess, but why are you so irritated all the time?”

“Y/N are we really going to discuss my feelings? You know I’m a guy, right?” His lips formed a sweet smile, making them seem more kissable.

I couldn’t contain myself anymore, my hands flew to the back of his neck and my lips attached themselves to his lips. We hadn’t kissed in over a week, not to mention the sex we haven’t had in ages.

His hands grabbed my butt, pulling me up, my legs locked with each other behind his back. He walked towards our bedroom and gently laid me down on our bed, hovering over me.

We both smiled in the kiss, teeth clashing and lips locking. He pulled his shirt over his head, just like I did with mine. His hands flew to my back, trying to unclasp my bra, which didn’t seem to be so easy.

I giggled at him and did it myself, throwing the bra aside.

“It’s been too long.” He says in a husky voice, grabbing my boobs with both hands, kneading them. His thumbs roll over my nipples, giving my legs a tingling feeling.

I let my nail drag over his torso, down to his sweatpants, where his obvious hard-on is waiting for my attention. Instead of immediately grabbing his cock, I let my nail drag playfully over his member.

He lets out this frustrated groan, wanting more. His lips attach to my right nipple, sucking harshly. My back rises off the mattress and my hand grabs his member furiously.

Being too eager I undo his button and zipper, getting the message he pulls his sweatpants down, along with his boxers. My hands grasp his hard-on, pumping slightly up and down.

His breathing started to get heavier and my moans got louder and louder, enjoying the pleasure we were giving each other.

“This is not fair.” He undid my button and zipper and pulled my clothes down, my pants and underwear joining the rest of the clothing on the floor.

When he wanted to continue on my nipples, I stopped him. “Turn over.” He laid down on his back and I kissed down his torso, nearing his member. When he realised what I was up to, he pulled me back up.

“I want to make it about you tonight, princess.”

His response made me moan, I loved it when he was so tender, being gentle like I really was a princess.

Hovering over me he put his fingers in my mouth, I sucked on them, swirling my tongue around them as if it was his cock I loved so much.

He moaned at the sight of me. “Fuck, baby you’re so hot.”

His fingers left my mouth and surprisingly he added one finger inside me, making me gasp loudly, grabbing his bicep.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his finger pumping inside me. A moan escaped my lips when he added another finger, knowing it’s been a while, he let me adjust to the feeling.

“Such a gentleman.” I looked at him and smiled.

“Always.” He grinned back at me.

Continuing the progress, he started to move his fingers again, taking me back to the tensing feeling in my legs. I whined, wanting more. “Michael.” Grabbing his hair I tried to make a statement, I wanted him inside me.

He pulled his fingers out and hovered over me, the tip of his dick at my entrance. “No need to say more.” When I laughed at his response he shoved his whole member inside of me, making me swallow the laugh I let out.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight Y/N, it actually hurts.”

A tear formed in my eye, not used to this unusual feeling, though I still giggled at him, trying to cover up the fact that it hurt, not trying to ruin the moment. “Just give me a moment, Mikey.”

I moved my hips, so that the angle was a bit better, while doing that I accidentally contracted my walls, Michael let out an animalistic groan.

“I’m not sure whether I enjoyed that or not.”

My lips kissed his nose softly. “Sorry, baby.”

After a while I got used to the feeling and he started to move, immediately making us both moan.

The feeling was so good, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. They flew to his biceps, his back, and his hair, back to his back and into my own hair, grabbing the pillows on either side of me, moaning his name.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”

I nodded at him, feeling the same. His name left my lips so often, it seemed like it was the only word I’ve learned in my 24 years of existence. He moved his ear to my lips, enjoying the way I would whimper his name softly in his ear.

“Faster, Mikey.” I whispered in a squeaky tone.

He started ramming into me, almost pounding, making his balls slap against my butt every time he went back into me.

Then I felt it, the euphoric feeling formed itself in the pit of my stomach, my vision went white as my walls clenched together.

Michael drove me out of my high, entering his own. Several profanities left his lips and his thrusts became sloppier with every thrust. I felt his cum spill into me, filling me up with a warm sensation.

He dropped his body on mine, crushing my whole body.

“Mike, can’t, breathe.”  It came out in a squeaky tone, but it was all I had left.

He pulled his now, half-hard member, out of me and rolled off me, pulling me into a hug.

We lay there panting for a while when Michael broke the silence.

“So, that’s what make up sex feels like? I should be irritated more often.” I playfully hit him on his chest.


“I love you too, princess.”

He kissed the top of my head, I don’t remember what happened after that, because we both drifted off into the best sleep I’ve had in years.

Fruk Halloween Week Day Five - “Asylum”

Fanfic Title: Full of Life

Paring: Arthur/Francis (England/France)

Sumary: Arthur was wrongly sent to an Asylum by his father.
An Asylum with medieval treatments that looked more like torture than a proper medical treatments.
But in the middle of a fight to keep his sanity, Arthur met Francis.
Now he needed to escape with Francis from that hellhole.

Rating: Suitable for teens, 13 years and older

Warnings: Mild references to torture, TERRIBLLY WRONG treatments (that should never exist), Angsty and Major Character Death. 
And Engrishi is not my first language (I tried very hard, and I hope that I didn’t make too much mistakes ._.)

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