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This is yet another work from quotev by yours truly~ Enjoy England fans!


Crying in the rain.

(No one's p.o.v)



"You keep accusing me (y/n)! I'm done!" Arthur heard a voice yell from outside his window. He was reading a good book and drinking tea quietly. He curiously peered out the window. There was a male and a female fighting? "You did cheat! I saw the girl!" The female retorts. The male pushes the female on a bench. "I don't need you slut! Go! Get a cab and go ANYWHERE! I could care less!" The male storms off down the sidewalk. The female sulks on the bench and starts to cry. The rain is pouring harder now....
(Arthur's p.o.v)



I put my book and tea down and get my rain coat. I open my door and walk out into the rain. I tap the female on the shoulder. "Are you ok miss?" I ask her.


(Y/n's p.o.v)

I silently cry on the bench. What a jerk! I don't remember why I keep running after him. He is my way to work and my food source. He called me a free loader once. Om in a depression. I got kicked out my home yesterday since I was behind on payments. So I stayed with (b/f's/n) -boy friend's name. I was tapped on the shoulder. I looked up into beautiful jade eyes. It was a man with messy blonde hair and green eyes. "Are you ok miss?" He asked me. His voice was full of concern. He was British, that much I could tell. "Y-yes. I'm just cold." I shiver from the rain. "I heard what happened from my house..." He says. He heard me and (b/f/n) arguing. "Oh." Is all I could say. "I just wanted to say that a gentleman should never treat a lady like that." He rubs my shoulder gently. I look up at him. His eyes are sincere. "Thank you sir. M-may I ask. What's your name?" I ask him. "Where are my manners?" He smiles. "I am Arthur Kirkland." He says with a small bow. "I'm (y/n). I love your accent Arthur." I say. His face turns a tad pink. "Y-you do?" He asks. I nod
"I know you find my accent weird, but I don't really think I have an accent." I say. "I think your accent is beautiful. To tell the truth, I don't think I have an accent either." He smiles. I giggle. "So (y/n), you must be cod out here. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" Arthur asks me. "Tea? In your home?" I ask. "Yes. If you aren't busy." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. I giggle. "Busy? Busy doing what?" I smirk. His face turns a light red. "R-right. Well? Is that a yes?" He asks. I nod. "Sure. Let's go Mr. Kirkland." I smile. He nods and takes my hand, leading me to his home.


No! Please.....

(Y/n) lazily rolled over on her fluffy comfty bed. Just then.... "Oh Loooove~" yup. That's right. Arthur Kirkland is back from a World Conference which means.... "Today I'm cooking for you love. You deserve it!" His angelic voice yelled from the kitchen. I deserve it?! I deserve it?! Is he trying to kill me?! "N-no." I stammer. "I-it's cool. I can whip us up a couple of chicken legs and shit....yah k-know.." I stutter. He chuckles and shakes his head. "Love~" he puts a loving hand on my shoulder. "I love you. And I'm gonna cook my best dish yet!" Arthur quickly pecks your cheek, and happily runs to the kitchen. I groan. *time skip*


I peek into the kitchen a.k.a battle zone. I see Arthur mixing something. "H-hey babe. Whatcha cookin'?" I glance over his shoulder. "Something very yum." His voice is so excited. I didn't want to kill his vibe or make him feel bad. "Its a surprise too, love~" He hums a tune. The mixer is a pale green. It has stuff sticking in it. Then, a bubble pops in the mixer when Arthur goes to get a pan. He bends down to grab a sauce pan. "Excuse me love~!" He skips past me. He gently pushes me. "Shoo! I'm almost done, love." He playfully shooes me out the kitchen. Oh Lordy.....save us all.....*le time skip. Brought to you by...Francis. ~Ohonhonon~*


I'm sitting on the couch....writing my will. "I want Alfred to have my hamburger blanket...and Arthur....my tea set.....and Matth-" Arthur yells out to me. "DINNER IS SERVED MY LOVE!" He yells from the kitchen. I groan and finish my will. I fold it up and put it in the coffee table. "Just a sec, love!" I call back. "Take your time my flower~" he says. I quickly dial Alfred. "Sup dudette." Alfred says. "The sky. Arthur is tryna kill me! Hes cooking for me again!" I silently hiss into the phone. Arthur peers around the corner. "Who you talking to, love?" He asks. I panic. "U-uh. Alfred. I was just asking him if he wanted to come over and eat with us." I stammer. "What?!" Alfred yells into the phone. "Oh splendid! I would love that bloody git to try this dish also. Invite him please, love." Arthur disappears in the kitchen. "(Y/n) what the hell!? You know that his food is a direct BIOHAZARD!" Alfred complains. "ALFRED! I DO NOT WANT TO DIE ALONE. YOU HAD BETTER! COME! Yes Arthur! I'm inviting him now babe! YOU BETTER EAT IT TOO!" I scold him. He groans. "Ok (y/n). But if we live....I want your hamburger blanket." Alfred bluntly states. I grin. "Its a deal. See you when you get here. Alfred?" I say. "Hm?" He asks. "Your my hero~" I swoon over the phone. "Awww. I know (y/n). Don't die before I get there." He hangs up. I walk to my doom- ugh ermm...the kitchen. "Hey babe. You done with the poison-uhh ermm...Perfect prepared meal you've made?" I ask innocently. He nods. "Yes! It's done. I made. Filet mignon (type of steak. Very expensive. Look it up. It looks yummy. Back to the story Lolz.) With a side of parsley, and fried shrimp, drizzled in a savoring honey sauce cooked to perfection by yours truly~ Annnnddd......a fine wine to top it all off my ~love~" Arthur shows me three plates of this filet mignon, with a side of parsley, and fried shrimp drizzled with honey sauce and three glasses of a very fine white grape wine. "O-oh. Arthur." I purr, as he sets the table up. Arthur puts the plates down. I press my hands against his muscular chest. "You know what this deserves you?" I slowly rub my hands up and down his chest. "Hm? And what would that be?" His voice is low and raspy. "A nice loooonnng-" I was cut off by a loud knock at the door. "I'll get it Iggy." I run towards the door. Alfred's at the door with a large brown bag. "Sorry I couldnt come faster. I was getting a doggy bag." "For what?!" "To throw up in. And I arranged a funeral for us two weeks from now. I also got two caskets picked out and a burial spot persevered." Alfred says. At first, I thought he was just joking. But he was dead serious. He had a straight face in all. I laugh in amusement. "I'm sure his food isn't that bad." I say. His eyes go wide. "Have you ever TRIED Arthur Kirkland's food?! It taste like petrified couch stuffing." He shivers, just thinking of the horrid taste. "But Alfred. This time it looks appetizing." I say. He looks surprised. "It isn't burned?" I shake my head. "It doesn't have bubbles popping on it?" I shake my head. "It isn't covered in fire extinguisher foam?" I shake my head. "It isn't fish and chips?" I shake my head. "It isn't scones?" I shake my head. "Go see for yourself." I move aside to let him in. "Hey babe! Alfred's here." I walk into the kitchen with Alfred. Alfred looks at the meal. "Wow Arthur.....it looks good." Alfred says. Arthur smiles. "Thank you Alfred. (Y/n) dig in." He says. *eating! This time skip brought to you by.....PASTAAAAA! ~Italy*






The meal was absolutely MAGNIFICENT. "The meal was great Arthur." I smile at my boyfriend. "Thank you again, love." He says. "Well I better get goin'.....gotta cancel a reservation." Alfred gets up and leaves. "Bye Alfie!" I wave at him. "So (y/n)...you were saying?" Arthur puts my hands on his chest again. I blush, knowing where this is going. "Before that.....I wanna know. Alfred said your cooking was..well...horrible." I admit. Arthur frowns. "This was amazing. I told him that your cooking couldn't be that bad. What happened Arthur?" I ask. He shrugs. "I learned how to cook. I also realized that I was reading my mom's scones recipe wrong. I put too much salt in it. And I let them cook at high temperatures for too long." He says. "Oh great! Who taught you?" I ask. He looks down. "Erhmm...." he grumbles. "Whatcha say, love?" I ask. "Frerhmm..." he mumbles. "Speak up, love. I cant hear ya." I say again. "Francis! Okay?! Happy? You made me say the bloody frog's name." He grumbles. I giggle. "Its ok babe. You don't have to be ashamed by gettting advice from a person you don't consider a friend. Say, how about we make up for it instead?" I kiss his lips. "That's a great idea, love." Arthur smiles.






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Tea, and meeting.

(Y/n's p.o.v.)



Today, I'm going to the store! I'm getting that tea maker! I always wanted it. It would go great in my house next to my toaster. I like nice things. My house is my life. It represents me in all ways. Colors, utensils, appliances, my room, etc.... I just like colorful things. Anyhoo.... I got to Walmart early to get this tea maker. It comes with 50 different types of tea. Oolong, EarlGrey, Peppermint, Mint, Green, etc....That maker is what I NEED! I hop out my car and run into the store. I make a bee line for the cooking appliance section. I spot the maker on the shelf. The last maker! I rush over to it. I smile widely. "The last one! Oh my luck!" I put my hand on the box to take. Some one else's hand touches mine. I laugh a litttle. "I'm sorry but this is mine." I tell the stranger. "Right, love. You're crazy if you think I'm walking out of here with out this tea maker." The man says. He has a British accent. I look up at him with a stern look. He has messy blonde hair with jade eyes. He is quite handsome. "I might be a gentlemen, but for my tea I'm an Apex predator." He says. I scoff. "I'm a normal Apex bro. This is my tea maker." I yank the box towards me. He scoffs. "My tea maker lady!" He yanks it towards him. "I saw it first!" "It's mine!" "No! Mine!" "I waited all night for this!" "I waited all week for this!" "Well that's just too damn bad Gov'na!" I mock a British accent. "Like, dude! It's mine!" He mocks a American accent. We both growl at each other. A co-worker stocks the shelf back up. He puts a tea maker on the shelf. The man lets go and grabs the new one. I kiss the box. "Finally!" I smile at victory. "Say, what's your name, love?" He asks me. "I'm (y/n). And you are?" I ask. "I'm Arthur Kirkland. I see you like tea as much as I do (y/n)." He smiles. "No Mr. Kirkland. You like tea as much as I DO." I smirk. He smirks too. "Here's my number (y/n). Please don't hesitate to argue with me again, love." He hands me a piece of paper. I nod and smile. "Bye Arthur." I wave. He waves back. Well....we both got our tea makers didn't we? And to go along with it, I met a handsome guy to go with my tea maker. Wow....today is a good day. :D


That Gentleman.....

It was a muddy, rainy day. I was forced to go to work to make up for (co worker's name). She/he is such a slacker! Today was horrid. My boss fired me, I stepped in a puddle. It git my shoes all mushy and wet, my car was re-poed, and when I stuck my thumb out for a taxi; the taxi threw water and dirt all over me! My favorite sweater was ruined! "Ugh!" I yelled out in frustration. People stared at me like I was cray. "What?! Y'all act like you ain't never seen some one depressed before!" I yell at the on goers. A little kid points at me and whispers to his mom. "Hey! Little boy! Don't you know its rude to point?! And you lady! Train your kids! Geez! I live around a bunch a idiots." I grumble. "I heard ya." A man with an accent mumbles from aside me. I look over at him. "Hello. It seems you're having a horrid day miss." He offer me a friendly smile. "Yeah. I am." I grumble. "I'm (y/n)." I say. We walk at the same pace. "I'm Arthur Kirkland. Its nice to meet you (y/n). I couldn't help but over hear you. Yeah, I live around a bunch of gits too." He says. "What's a git? Like an idiot?" I ask. He nods. "Something of the sort. Hey, (y/n) would you like me to walk you home?" Arthur asks. I smile politely. "That would be nice Arthur." *time skip. Pastaaaa! - Italy :D*




Me and Arthur arrive infront of my house. "Thank you Arthur. You're a true gentleman. Not like guys I see today. That are jerks and players." I sigh. "I wish it were more guys like you." I smile and grab his hand. "It was nice walking with you." I gently plant a kiss on his cheek. His face turns a little red. "Oh. Yeah. (Y/n)....that's no problem. I really don't mind." He hands me a small piece of paper. "Here. Its my number." He says. I giggle. "Who carries around a piece of paper with their number on it?" I ask. He shrugs. "Only a true gentleman." He smirks. "Good bye (y/n)." "Goodbye Artie." I giggle. He turns a pink shade at his pet name I just made up. Well I think I just made a good friend.....or something more? ;) maybe....


Merry Christmas, love

This is my dress




I sit lonely at the fancy restaurant. I sigh deeply. Blown off again by (Husband's name). He invites me to expensive fancy dinner, and doesn't even show up from it! What the hell?! I angrily slam my fist on the table, earning some weird glances. I shrug them off. A handsome guy walks over to me. He had messy blonde hair, mesmorizing jade eyes. His skin is a light peachy color. "Hello, love. Is this seat taken?" He gestures to the empty seat. I scoff. "Yeah. Its empty. Stupid bastard cant even show up for something he setup." I grumble. He sits down. "You ok, love? I don't mean to intrude." He says. "My shit head of a husband blew me off again." I say. He frowns. "You're married, love?" He asks. I nod. "Well if you were looking for sex than forget it buddy, I'm faithful. Even though that bastard drives me insane." I say. He laughs. "I am a gentleman. I would never ask a married woman that. You are gorgeous though, love." He compliments me. I smile. "You don't look half bad yourself. I'm (y/n)." I say. He shakes my extended hand. "Oh. Where are my manners. I'm Arthur Kirkland, love." He smiles. "Well Arthur. If you don't mind, could you give me a ride home?" I bat my eye lashes at him. He has an amused look on his face. "Sure, love. I've got nothing else to do." He shrugs and smiles. "Are you married Mr. Kirkland?" I ask as we walk out. "No Mrs. (Y/l/n) I am not. And if I was, I wouldn't have been talking to you. I'm faithful as well." He links our arms. "Well Arthur. I am still married. So we can only be friends for now." I say. "Well that can also be arranged, love." He says. "Are you saying that I get a divorce?" I ask. "He smiles at me. "If that's what you think I said. Its true though. You deserve better than to be neglected by an unfaithful man." Arthur says. I giggle. "You haven't even known me for an hour, and you're already classifying me as a good person? I could be a serial killer." I look up at him. "I can see it in your eyes, love. You're a great woman (y/n). I would like you to come out to my place for a cup of tea. After you resolve your...marriage." he says as we walk up to my home. "Think about it (y/n). I'm sure your heart with make the right decision." Arthur releases my arm. "Bye, love." He waves. I blow him a small kiss. "Bye bye Arthur." He blushes. Wow.....what a man. I guess my heart had made its choice. Merry Christmas to me. :3


What's a lemon? :iconlemonplz:

I was reading a lemon/smut on my boyfriend Arthur Kirkland.
'Arthur slowly entered me as I moaned his name...' the story read. I snickered silently. When Arthur was at a World Meeting, I'd read lemons for pleasure. As in humor pleasure. The door bust open. Arthur. I quickly shut my lap top. "H-hey Iggy. Whatcha doin home so early?" I fake a smile. "The meeting ended early. I'm getting restless, love. Hey what are you reading?" He opens my laptop. "N-nothing." He reads a little bit. "Arthur smacks my ass while I scream his name. Nothing huh?" He ask. He then looks at the title. "What's a lemon?" He looks confused. "A lemon is a story that is about sex or smut." I say nervously. He lifts a bushy eyebrow. "My. My. What a perv of a girl friend." The Englishmen shakes his head. I giggle nervously. He closes the laptop. "How about...." Arthur leans into my ear. "We do everything on this story eh?" He asks. I nod and kiss his lips. "So sweet." I heard him murmur. I smile mentally. "You're sweet, my Englishmen. Your lips taste like tea and scones." I whisper against his plump pink lips. "Thank you, love. I take that as a compliment." He grabs my waist. "Lets take this upstairs, love." He whispers. With pleasure......


This was a really short one. Lol. That's why they're short stories. :) I make a lot though....enjoy!


Author's note (dont ignore my lovelies....O.O)

I'm writing a lot of one shots, but they aren't going to be long. Some will.....some wont. Just a heads up lovelies~~~~ :D keep reading! And loving England. ~Keep calm and eat the burnt scones~ lmao....:3




Love~

My outfit ----->



I sit lazily on the plush couch. Bored. I eat a crispy chip and watch SpongeBob. I love that show. I guess I should get my lazy ass up and go get some groceries. I get up and stretch. My back pops a little. "Ouch." I grumble. I grab my phone, and purse. *Market! Time skip.....:)*



I scan the isles. "Hmmm..." I ponder on what I need to bake some cupcakes and make some coffee. I go down an isle and grab the needed materials. On my way to the register, I see a nice dark green pen on the ground so I pick it up. (Obviously....) I trudge towards the register. "Credit." I tell the cashier. She nods. *cha-ching!* "$10.89 cents ma'am." She tells me. I swipe my credit car and grab my bags. "Come again." I smile, and head down the street home. (I walked.) *time skip. I wuv de time skipz. ^…^*


On the sidewalk, I run into a guy. "Bloody hell." He growls. "I'm sorry sir. I didn't see where I was going." I apologize. He glares at me, then his glare softens. "No, love. It's my fault." He apologizes. "We can play the 'I'll take the blame game' all day. Let's just say we both were clueless kay?" I smile. He nods. "Sure, love. What's your name?" He asks. "I'm (y/n). And you are?...." I ask. "Oh bloody hell. Where are my manners? I'm Arthur Kirkland, love." He extends his hand for me to shake. I gladly shake his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "Nice to meet you Arthur." I say with a friendly smile. "The pleasures all mine (y/n)." He gives me a pearly white grin, and tips his hat to me. "Until later (y/n)." He releases my hand. I nod. "Hey, will I see you again Arthur?" I ask. He shrugs. "If you go to the library often, then yes." He smiles, and walks down the sidewalk away from where we stood. "Library huh?" I say to myself silently as I walk home. Ok Arthur Kirkland. I will be there. *time skippy! Home...*


It's in the winter, so the sun sets about 6'O clock. Its 5:50 now. I guess I'll go to the library to look for Arthur. I do live close to the library so It won't hurt to walk. I get a little snack and head to the library. A kingdom for nerds.....like me....and Arthur I'm guessing. *library. :)*



At the library, I grab a couple of interesting novels. I stuff my head in one for a couple of minutes. Just then, someone taps my shoulder. I look up and see Arthur. My heart pounds against my rib cage, like a drill against concrete. "Hi (y/n)." He smiles widely. I smile a toothy grin. "And to you too Arthur." I say. "So, you came." He takes a seat next to me. "Yeah. Well, I go to the library usually. But I haven't been recently.....not counting today." I grin. "You a bookworm too?" He gestures to my several novels. I nod. "Yeah. I'm a bit of a nerd." I say. He nods agreeingly. "Would you like to come to my place sometime? We could read over a cup of tea?" He offers. I smile. "I don't drink tea. I drink coffee." He frowns. "Wow....and here I thought we had a lot in common." He says. "Well we have other things in common than just one little drink difference." I giggle. "I guess you're right. Do you eat scones?" He asks. I shrug. "I guess....I'm more of a biscuit or cupcake kind of girl." I say. "You are British right?" I lean my elbows on the table. "Yes, love. Why do you ask?" He lifts a bushy eyebrow. His eyebrows are huge. But sexy in a way. "I don't know. I just guess I was curious. I love your accent." I smile. He grins. "Thank you, love. You're American right?" He asks. "Yup. Home of the free and home of the brave. I don't like to brag about my country, but I do love America." I say. He nods. "You remind me of one of my American friends. He's has a very strong sense of.....nationalism." Arthur rolls his eyes. "Is he a good friend of yours?" I ask. He scoffs. "He's my brother. Well kind of." He says. "I would love to meet him, but the library is about to close. I should be getting back home." I say. He agrees. "Yeah, me too. I'll see you around (y/n)." He waves. I wave back, and walk towards the exit. "I can walk you home, love." He offers. I smile. "Sure. I'd appreciate that." I blush. I was about to say I'd love that. But it would seem like I liked him. Well...I do. He is very attractive, and he's such a gentleman. As we walk I glance over at him. He seems to be looking straight ahead. "Hey Arthur." I ask. "Hm?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask aloud. Shit. I said that out loud. His cheeks turn a dark red. "Well...no." he says. I feel like a brick has been lifted off my shoulders. Thank God he's single. "Do you?" He asks me. "No. I did, but he was a jerk. Not like you though. You're a gentleman." I sigh deeply. "I wish it were men like you these days." I admit. "What does that mean?" He asks. "I wish it were more men who were gentlemen, and cared about a woman's feelings." I say. He nods. "I agree. A woman deserves to be treated with respect." He says. We walk up to my house. I was leading Arthur, so he knew where to go. "Well. I guess I'll see you Arthur." I say. Feeling a little sad. "Wait. Would you like to come in?" I ask. He blushes a little. "S-sure. What could it hurt?" He smiles at me. I grab his hand and open my front door. "Welcome. Make yourself at home. I'm gonna fix you some tea. And me, some coffee." I say. He plops down on my couch. I walk into my kitchen and get a kettle fir tea, and fill the coffee maker; for coffee. *making coffee!*
when I finish my coffee, I hear the kettle screech. I fix our drinks and put some scones in for Arthur and some cupcakes on for me. I head back in the living room. "Tea's for you." I hand him his tea cup. "Thank you" he thanks me. I nod. "Coffee for me. Hey, I got some scones in the oven for you. I made some cupcakes for me." I inform him. He smiles. "Thank you, love." He says. "No problem." I turn on the tv while Arthur reads a book he got from the library. *beep!* scones and cupcakes are done. I get up and take them out the oven. I put the scones on one plate, and the cupcakes on another. "Scones are for you." I hand him the plate full of scones. "Mhmmm. They smell good, love." He smiles. I smile back. "Thank you." I set the plate of cupcakes down on the coffee table next to Arthur's scones. I drink my coffee. I spit it out onto Ny carpet. "*bleack!* I forgot to add sugar, milk and creamer." I make a disgusted face. "Yes, love? Could you get me some sugar for my tea also? If it isn't much trouble." He says. I shake my head. "No its fine. I can get it." I set my cupcake down and get the sugar for Arthur. I put coffee creamer, milk, and sugar in my coffee. "Perfect." I lip my lips. Now to get that stain up. I set my coffee on a coaster, and get a soapy rag. I bend squat down to get the stain. "Need help, love?" Arthur asks. I shake my head a laugh. "No Arthur. You're a guest here. I can't make you work silly." I continue to scrub the black stain. "But, love. I'm also a gentleman. I can't let a lady damage her delicate hands." He whines. I sigh. "First off, I am NOT delicate. And....yes. you can help gentleman." I sigh. He sets his tea cup down and grabs the rag out of my hands. "Go sit down, love. I got it." He bends down and gets the coffee stain. I guess I was grateful for Arthur. I mean, who the hell wants to scrub a stain all day? "Thank you Arthur." I thank him. He chuckles. "No problem, love. I couldn't just sit there and not help." He says. "Well I'm grateful. Is there anything I could repay you with?" I ask. "Well the tea and scones were enough payment, but....." he bends back up to look at me. Arthur wraps his arms around my waist. "Kiss me." He grins. "R-really?" I stammer. He nods. "I like you a lot (y/n)." He admits. "I like you too Arthur." He leans in and I do too. Our lips meet with a burst of fireworks. My stomach feels like an armada of butterflies are tickling my ribcage. My legs feel like jelly trying to stand up. I pull back when oxygen becomes greater than our love. "Will you be my girlfriend (y/n)?" Arthur asks. "Do British people drink tea?" I smirk. "I'll take that as a yes." He smiles.




~End~ comment please. I need constructive feedback peeps. Peace. :)



Can I get a refill?

(Listen to 'Can I get a refill?' By Elle Varner. Go on youtube. :)
(Outfit ---->)


"A 'Sex on the beach' for the lovely lady." A drunk smelly guy tells the bartender. Another guy trying to get me a drink to get me drunk and fuck. Well that's not me. "I'm fine. Really." I tell the guy. "Nah. Sweetheart. I'll getcha a drink." He puts a sweaty hand on my shoulder. I push his hand off, and I get up. "Where ya goin' sweety?" He calls after me. I scoff. "Pig...." I mumble. I sit in a booth alone. "Men are so irrelevant and perverted." I spit. "Not all men are." A British voice informs me. "Most are." I say back. "Well when you're wearing something so provoking what do you expect, love?" The voice chuckles. I scoff. "Looking for a one night stand too?" I accuse the voice. "Oh heavens no, love. I'm a gentleman. I don't fuck on the first date." I can hear the smirk in his voice. He's in the booth behind me. "Right. Some men do." I tell him. "Well, love. I'm not 'some men'." He tells me. "Well Mr." I start. "Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland." He tells me his name. "(Y/f/n) -your full name. "Pretty name (y/n)." He walks in front of me. He is drop dead handsome. "...for a pretty girl." He lifts my hand up to his mouth, and gives it a sweet longing kiss. "Thank you Arthur." I blush. Wow he really knows how to charm a girl. "Thank you, love." He smirks. "Shit. I said that out loud didn't I?" I blush madly. He nods. "Yeah, love. So....what's a lovely girl like yourself doing in a bar infested with horny pervs?" He leans on the table. I sigh. "I don't even know. My friend drug me here. It's her birthday, and of course. She wants me to get laid for her birthday. Who does that?! What kinda birthday wish is that?!" I through my arms up in frustration. "Your friend is just being a friend. Some of my friends pressure me to get a lady too." He scoffs. "Do you have a lady?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Bloody hell no." He says. I giggle softly. "You're funny Arthur." I say. He smiles. "Thank you, love. I saw all those men trying to buy you drinks." Arthur says. I groan. "Bunch' a pigs." I grumble. He laughs. "Tell me about it. I can't tell you how many times girls have asked me if I wanted to fuck. What a bunch of whores." He scoffs. I laugh a little. "Atleast they didn't try to get you drunk." I say. "Well you won't believe this. They actually did. Twice. Old women they were." He makes a weird face. I laugh a little louder this time. "I can imagine that. So Arthur. do you want to head back to your place, gentleman?" I smirk. He smirks too. "Sure, love. Lets go." He holds his arm out. I gladly link our arms together. We walk out with glares from either sex. Pigs and whores. *at Arthur's house.*






At Arthur's house, we sit on the couch. "So...." he looks over at me. "I like you (y/n) you're unique." He tells me. "I like you too Arthur. And not just as a friend." I scoot closer to him. He pulls me into his lap. I straddle him. "Gentlemen don't kiss on the first date." I whisper against his lips. "This gentleman does." He whispers back before kissing me. He sticks his tongue in my mouth. I moan a bit. He groans in pleasure. When my lungs are cursing at me, I pull back. "Nice kissing, love." "Thank you." I plant a quick one on his cheek. I stand up in front of him. I turn to walk out the door. "Where you goin, love?" He grabs my wrist. I turn to face him. I put my hands against his chest. "Gentlemen don't fuck on the first date." I kiss him one more time. "Bye Arthur. My number is in your phone." I turn to walk out. "How did you get my-" I cut him off with a wink. "Bye baby." I walk out, leaving a dumbfounded Arthur Kirkland to wonder.


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Make it rain. (lemon)

WARNING! THIS IS A LEMON! A LEMON.CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES, SMUT, MATURE THINGS, ETC.......PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 16-18 15+ viewers discretion is advised


(Y/n's p.o.v)

It was a rainy, muddy day. I ran down the sidewalk;umbrella grasped tightly in my hand. "Damn this rain." I grumble. The rain was pouring down hard. I just got back from my job. My boss is a total Ass hole. He fired me for not turning an assignment two days prior. What is this?! School?! He is such an ass. I came out today to find a job, but of course....my bad luck and shit. Then, I run into someone's chest. "Geez! Watch it. Don't just stand there you idiot!" I scold the person. "Excuse me, love." The man says. I scoff. "Love? You don't know me." I glare at him. He's standing under a rain guard. (Bus stop.) "We could change that. I'm Arthur Kirkland. And you are?" He asks me. "None of your buisness. I just meet you. Like hell I'm going to give you my name." I snarl. "Feisty." He smirks. I roll my eyes. "Look pal. If you're looking for my name or anything else about me....then forget it." I turn to walk away. I feel a strong hand grasp my shoulder. "I don't think so, love." He growls in my ear. My whole body froze. "What do you think you're doin' grabbing me pal?" I shove him a little. He doesn't budge. He just stares at me with lustful eyes. He quickly dives in for a kiss. I try to push him back, but he's too strong. I eventually kiss back. Knowing that this is wrong, I pull back. "So, love. Looking for a little fun?" He wraps his arms around my waist. "I don't know you. All I know is your name." I say. "Doesn't matter, love." He smirks. "And why wouldn't it?" I raise an eyebrow. He leans toward my ear. "Because that's all you'll remember when you're screaming my name." He purrs in my ear. I shiver a little. He squeezes my ass hard. "Your place or mine?" I ask. "The bus stop." He growls. Arthur lifts me up and puts me down on the seat. We start kissing and rubbing on each other. I moan longingly in his mouth. Arthur pulls back. "Naughty girl." He says. I bite my bottom lip. "Let's get this done Arthur." I say. He nods, and flips me on top. He strips his shirt off, and mine. I unclasp my bra. I stand up and step out of my pants. I take my shoes off quickly. When I return to Arthur's lap, he's in his boxers. I straddle him. "What's your name, love?" He asks inbetween kisses. "(Y/n)." I mutter. He smiles in a kiss. "Lovely name." He comments. "A little less talking Arthur." I say, rolling my eyes. "I guess the time for smooth talking is done. Huh, love?" He smirks. I grin a little and pull down his boxers. His member springs up, standing high and proud. I rub up the shaft. "You're big Arthur." I moan. He chuckles. "I guess. Now, love. A little less talking and more sucking please." He says. I lower my head down to his cock, and open my mouth to suck it. Arthur moans a little. I bob up and down on his length. I hum on his cock a bit. Arthur shivers under me. I release his cock, making a 'pop' sound. "What're you doing, love?" He asks me. "Getting rid or these panties." I say, and stand up to remove my panties. Once removed, I slid down onto his cock. I groan in pain. "Fuck that hurts.." I grumble. "Are you a virgin, love?" Arthur asks, as I bounce up and down on him. "What do you think you Brit?" I snarl. This shit hurts like hell. He puts his hands up in mock defeat. "Sorry, love." He says. I start to moan a lot. "Arthur...." I moan his name. He starts moaning too. "Oh Arthur...put your hands on my waist." I breathe out. He obeys, and puts his strong hands on either side of my waist. Arthur guides me on his member. "Arthur!" I scream. He starts grunting. "(Y/n)....come on, love. Bounce baby." He moans. His name slides off of my tongue along with a string of cuss words. My stomach turns and I feel my cunt tighten around Arthur's cock. "Arthur......I'm cumming!" I yell. He nods, signaling our climax. Our breaths our in pants. "I've never fucked a woman in the rain." He says. "On a bus bench." I mumble. Just then, a bus pulls up. A guy stares at us. A little kid points us out to his mom. "Look mommy! That looks like what you and daddy do!" The kid says. The mom pops her kid's hand and hurries him along. I blush and look at Arthur. "Well shit...." I hear him grumble.

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Hell Nah.

(Contains sexual themes. No lemon here though. :P)


Today, me and my boyfriend Arthur Kirkland. Are going to a Halloween party. He's dressed as a pirate, and I'm a nurse. "You done changing, love?" He asks me. "Almost!" I call back. I put on my nurse hat, and head down the steps. Arthur is leaning against a wall with his old sword. "what do you think?" When I reach the bottom of the steps, I do a little twirl. "Love....." Arthur starts. "Excuse my language, but. Your outfit." He starts again. "Yes?" I wait in anticipation for an answer. "Hell nah. Take that off." He bluntly states. "Uh! Arthur! Why?! I look good don't I?" I walk over to him. "Yes (y/n), but this is a party. People drink, and you may get raped if you're wearing something like that." He gestures to my outfit. "But, Artie...." I whine. I put my hands on his chest. "Please..." I ask sexily. "(Y-y/n)...I'm doing this for your own good." He turns his head away from my pleading eyes. I slid my hands down further to his pants. "Well if I cant go like this then...." I grasp his member in my hand through his pants. He groans in pleasure. "Then its time for your check up" I growl in his ear. He moans. I push him down on the couch. "First, lets take your temperature." I say, as I pull a fake thermometer out of my little kit. I stick it in his mouth. "Oh baby...this will never do! You are..." I trail my hands down his chest, and lean towards his ear. "Hot..." I lick his ear lobe. He shivers a bit. "Now, lets check your blood pressure." I grab the blood pressure thing from my kit. I place it around his arm, and squeeze the little thing. His arm tightens. "Your blood pressure is very high Mr. Kirkland." I say seductively. He nods. "Nurse (y/n). Could you get to my physical please?" He asks from under me. My legs are straddling him. "I could Mr. Kirkland, but..." I put my things back into my kit. "That's after the party." I say, as I get off of him. I head for the door. "You coming Mr. Kirkland?" I question at the door. He nods vigorously, and runs after me.




~End~ told you peeps. No lemon here. :( sorry. Comment please.




You're under arrest, love.

WARNING! THIS CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES, SMUT, AND MATURE SITUATIONS. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!


I watched the tv sleepily. Arthur still wasn't home yet. He was a police officer, and his job hours depended on the streets and crimes. Just then, there was a loud knock at the door. I was wearing a red spaghetti strap tank top, and black booty shorts. I got up, and opened the door. There was an officer. Not just ANY old officer. Officer Arthur Kirkland. "Ah yes. Are you miss (y/n)?" Arthur leans on my door frame. "Arthur, what the-" he cuts me off. "Yes, miss (y/n). You're under arrest." Arthur hand cuffs me, and pushes me hard against the door. I feel his bulge pressing against my ass. I moan. "For what?!" I asked. He leans toward my ear. "For being so sexy...." he licks my ear lobe. I shiver. "What's my charge officer?" I ask. He chuckles deeply. Oh, love. You don't get charges." He pauses. "You get punished." He growls. I gasp as he pulls me into the door, and slings me into a wall. He lifts my tank top above my head, and pulls my shorts off. He pulls down his pants, and forces me up the wall. I wrap my kegs around his waist, and slide down on his cock with ease. "So tight~" he moans. "Uahhh. Officer. AHHH! K-kirkland." I scream. "Scream for me (y/n) let everyone know who's making you feel right now." He purrs. "Arthur!" I scream. "Yeah, love. That's it." He says. "Arthur. I want to. Ugh. I want to sick your cock." I say. He chuckles. "If you're a good girl." He says. I nod desperately. He un cuffs me and I slid off his cock. I get on my knees, and take him in my mouth. I bob up and down, making slimy sounds. Arthur's breath hitches. "I'm cumming love." He pushes my head further down on his cock, and cums violently in my mouth. I pull my mouth off; making a popping sound. Arthur pulls me to my feet, and kisses me. "I love you (y/n)." Arthur smiles. I smile too. "And I love you my naughty officer." I run a finger down his chest. He grabs my little hand. "Don't tempt me again, love. I need to sleep."



*End* comment please! If you are under aged and you red this and you're like. 'Ewwwwww! What's wrong with her ewwwe!' Than guess what? I warned you. And to those who are perverted like me.....you are very welcome! :D go perverts!!!!!!




Lost.....

(Diary entry)

'My name is Princess (y/n). I am 18 years old, and live in a palace. My parents are arranging for me to be married to a prince of some other land. I want to be free. To make my own decisions, to make my own choices, and to just live. I always write in my journal, to keep up with my boring life. My mother gave this to me as a birthday gift. Its night time, and I'm gazing out my window. The sea slashes freely against the rocks. Oh how I wish I was the sea. A free being. The sea can wash where ever it pleases, and can conjure up a strong to its will. The sea is free, but I am not.'
I close my diary. "Ha. That's a rap for today." I sigh happily. The sky is a midnight blue, mixed with bright white specks; being the stars. I'm in nothing but a short white night gown, and light blue slippers. I really want to go out to the sea, and sit on a rock and feel the cold breeze. I must go now. I want to get a taste of what its like to be deliberated. I grab a long blanket, and another and start to knot them together. I tie it to my window sill, and throw it down the side of the palace. I grab my diary, and a fur coat. I put the coat on, and slide my diary in my pocket. I climb down the blankets with somewhat ease. When I reach the sand of the sea, I run towards the sea. I prop my self on a flat rock, and began to write in my diary.
(Diary entry)

Dear diary,


I've decided that from now on, I'm going to began every entry with 'Dear diary' any ways. I'm sitting right in front of the sea! The wind is friged on my legs, the salt of the sea is slightly burning my nose, and the waves crashing sounds soothe me. The feeling is superb. I could live out here for the rest if my young life. I love how the birds above my head are singing along with the seas melody. I sigh contently. God has blessed me with the sea. "I could stay out here all night." I say. "That wouldn't be wise, love." A voice says from behind me. I turn my head fast to be met by an emerald eyed man dressed as a....pirate. I fall off the rock, and into the sand. "W-what do you want pirate?" I try to scurry to my feet. He chuckles. "Oh my. You're princess (y/n) aren't you?" He comes closer to me. "Who's asking?" I ask. He smirks. "Where are my manners princess." He bows in front of me. "I'm Captain Arthur Kirkland." He stands up straight up again. "C-captain Arthur Kirkland?! Stay away from me!" I throw my diary at him, and take off towards my home. I shed my jacket, and keep running. I feel a strong hand grasp my arm. "Just where do you think you're goin, love?" He whispers in my ear. He holds up my diary. "What's this?" He turns it; examining it. The diary is a fine leather, coated with the most expensive stones. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds, etc.... "my diary." I say. "Hmmm. Ok, love." He hands me my diary. "Can I go please?" I ask. "Only if you let me read your diary." He smirks. I sigh. "Ok. Just don't take it. Its my only gate way to the free world." I say. He nods, and starts reading the book. *reading!*

Arthur hands me my diary. "You sure do love the sea, and the idea of freedom huh?" Arthur smiles at me. I nod. "I'm just so tired of being locked up and used as a trophy for others to wave around. I want to be free." I say. "Well, love. I can help. How about you go pack all your things, and meet me back down here in a couple of minutes." Arthur says. I raise a eyebrow. "Why?" I ask. He shoos me off. "Don't worry bout it, love. Just pack all your clothes and tolietries." He says, as he takes a seat on the rocks. "On you go (y/n)." He smiles. I hesitativly turn my back, and head back into my window. I pack all my clothes, tolietries, perfume, etc... I carry it down to Arthur. I see Arthur standing in front of a large pirate ship. "You want to be free right?" "Yes." "You love the sea right?" "Yeah." "Would you like to come with me on my pirate ship?" He asks. Im surprised at first. "R-really? You mean it?" I ask hopefully. He nods. "I cant just let a princess go un happy. Now can I?" He smirks. I shrug. "I guess so. Thank you Captain Kirkland." I pick up my bags. "Please, love. Call me Arthur." He says. I nod, and lug my bags on his ship. "Allow me, love." He grabs my bags, and gently puts them on the ship. "My room is the door aligned with gold. Please, make yourself at home." He says, as he carries my bags to his room. I think I'm going to like this new free like. Freedom is not the fact that you can make your own decisions, but the fact that you have some place to go you call free.



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Sexy ninja

My name is (y/n). I'm a highly trained ninja. Some say that women cant be ninjas. But I've proven them wrong. Today's job is to find and kill Arthur Kirkland. My boss shows me a picture of him. He is quite handsome. "Remember (y/n), don't fall in love with him." He tells me. I nod. I'm too trained to fall in love with a target. I grab my sword, and ninja stars and head to where my target is. *time skip*


I arrive at a old fashioned home. Its pretty huge. I run, and jump onto of the home. I use my sword to cut a large enough circle in the window. When my circle is carved out, I kick it in with my foot. I silently climb in and silently run to a room. Its the kitchen. I see a man sitting down drinking tea, and eating some type of pastry. I creep up behind him, and put my knife to his vital region in his throat. "Shh." I whisper in his ear. "Please don't move. I really don't want to kill you." I say. "Then why are you doing this?" He asks me. "Its my job. I'm sorry." I say. "What kind of job is that?!" He asks me. "I'm a ninja/assassin." I tell him. "Why would anyone want to kill me?" He says. "You have a lot of money, and power. They want all of that. Arthur, you can run. I wont kill you. I like you." I tell him. "Can I atleast know my savior's name?" He asks. "(Y/n). Now go Arthur." I tell him. He nods and runs to his bedroom. *time skip*



Back at the base, my boss comes to me. "Did you know that Arthur Kirkland died the day I assigned you that mission?" He asks. "Really now? Maybe someone got to him before we did." I say. He nods. "Maybe you're right (y/n)."


*End!*





Fancy dinner

Today, my boyfriend is suppose to be taking me on a fancy date! I'm so dressed up for it. Even though its 1'O clock and it doesn't start till 7:26 I'm excited! Me and my friend (b/f/n) - best friend's name went shopping for a fine dress. We found a nice gold, and black one to match the date. We're going to a new fancy restaurant named le palais des anges. Which is French, but in English it means the Angels Palace. They serve fine French food. We just couldn't wait to try it. Me and (bf/n) - boyfriend's name had made reservations for two near a spot by the window. They said that you can see the bright lights of houses reflecting off the ocean's waters at night. So we decided to get a table at night. (Bf/n) just called, and he's getting ready too. Well I guess I should be in a couple of hours too. *time skip*



Its 6:29 and I need to finish getting ready. I take my shower, and wash my hair with a French vanilla conditioner. I dry my hair, and curl the ends. I put my outfit on, and my jewelery. I spray on some Chanel 5 perfume, and I grab my purse. Its 7:19 now. (Bf/n) should be here in less than 10 minutes. *ding-dong!*
I grab my purse, and answer the door. Its (b/f/n). "Oh hi (b/f/n)." I smile a little disappointed. "I thought (bf/n) was coming to pick you up to go eat at Angels Palace." (B/f/n) says confused. I sigh. "Yeah. I thought that too. Its 7:24 and I don't see him yet." I say. "Chin up (y/n). You still look pretty. You could go to a bar and let loose." She says. "Wearing this? I'm not dressed for that. And plus, you know I dont drink." I tell her. "But (y/n). You could meet a guy." She says. I scoff. "Yeah a guy. A guy that's a perverted pig." I tell (b/f/n). She sighs. "I guess. Well just go to the restaurant anyways. There's no need in wasting good food. I would go with you, but me and my boyfriend are going as a couple to a theater. Later (y/n)." (B/f/n) says before leaving. I guess she's right. I shouldn't waste a good table by the ocean. I'm just going to have to do without (bf/n) tonight. *restaurant*



"More wine ma'am?" The waitress asks. I nod and smile. She pours me a little. The view is so beautiful. Alone. Eating fine French food and drinking great wine. Just then, two men walk in. There's a man with long blonde hair, and a man with short sandy hair. The man with the long hair says to the other man. "Ohohnonon~ I told you this vas a great place to eat. After all it iz French." The man says. I assume he's french. "Bloody git. French food is bland and horrid." The other man says. I'm guessing he's British, because of his accent and grammar. They sit at the table across from me. I see the British man staring at me when the French guy goes to the bathroom. I turn to look at him. His.face turns bright red. I giggle, and smile at him. His mouth twitches into a small smile. Frenchy comes back. "Who are you staring at England?" French guy asks....England? Weird name. "No one France." He says. France? Ok. Are these guys are named after their countries? Ok weird. I get up, and walk over to their table. "Is this seat taken?" I gesture to the empty seat. England looks at me. "No. Its not. Have a seat, love." He gets up, and pulls the chair out for me. "Ooh. Gentleman. Thank you." I smile at him. "What's your name, love?" England asks me. "I'm (y/n). And both of you are?" I ask politely. "Ohnonono~ I'm Francis Bonnefoy." Frenchy says. England rolls his eyes. "I'm Arthur Kirkland, love." He says. "I'm not trying to be mean, but I overheard you two calling each other 'france', and 'england'. Is that your fake names or something?" I ask. They both laugh. "No, love. We are world powers. You know. Like China and America." Arthur says. I nod understanding now. "Well then Francis, and Arthur. I must be getting home now. Its late." I stand up. "Ok, love. See you soon." Arthur smiles. I put my number on the table. "Hey (y/n)?" Arthur stops me. "Yes?" I turn around. "Do you have a boy friend, love?" He asks. Francis is shoving his food down. French men....."nope. Not anymore."



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World meeting

I'm y/n. I really don't know what the name is for my job, but I'm kinda like a bouncer for the world powers. I also take role. I sat at the front desk bored. A man walked in. "Name please." I say without looking up. "America dudette!" A American voice says. I nod, and check his name. "Ok. Go on in." I say. Another man comes up to my desk. "Name." I say. "England." A British voice replys. I look up. "Hm. You are as good looking as the girls say." I say. His face turns red. "W-who said that?" He asks. "My friends. Ok England. You can go in." I tell him. He walks to the conference room. My friends didn't say that. I did. ;)


*end* little quickie. Hehe. Quickie. I was bored. :/




Like a very fine wine

(SMUT! NO LEMON, BUT ITS SMUTTY!!! BEWARE LITTLE KITTY WINKS!)

My husband, Arthur Kirkland is suppose to be taking me on a date today. We have two children. A girl and a boy. The girl name is Katelyn, and the boy's name Jack. Since they're both at my sister's house for the weekend, Arthur and I finally have some alone time. As much as we love the kids, we need a break sometimes. We also haven't had a lot of time to...well...make love. So today and tomorrow are the days. I 
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Arthur is at the door wearing a classic tuxedo. He has a bouquet of flowers. "You ready love?" Arthur asks. I nod. "As I'll ever be baby." I wink. He smirks. "Naughty are we?" Arthur says. "Tonight is the only night we'll get to do this." I run my hand up his chest. "Yeah, love. I know." Arthur seems disappointed. "But the kids are lovely." I say. Arthur nods agreeing. "Well lets go, love. Wouldn't want our table to go. Now will we?" *time skip*




At the table, me and Arthur eat in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence. It was a nice silence. Considering that we never heard it over the baby cries. I'm starting to get a little wet. I slip off my shoe, and run it up Arthur's calf. He glares at me. "(Y/n)." "Yes Arthur?" "You keep that up, and we'll be forced to fuck on these tables." Arthur says through gritted teeth. I smirk. "Oh really now?" I purposely drop my fork. "Oops...." I smirk. I climb under the table. I grab Arthur's cock through his pants. I heard him hiss under his breath. "(Y/n)! He whisper/yells. I giggle lightly. I massage his dick a little. "So big." I say loud enough for him to hear only. "(Y/n) stop it." Arthur says. "But baby....I want your cock in me so badly." I lay my head on his lap. Arthur pushes his chair out, and stands up. I crawl from under the table. Arthur grabs my arm roughly. I like it. "Come on. We're leaving." Arthur puts a tip on the table, and we go to his car. He opens the door for me. Still a gentleman. We get to our house in less than 5 minutes. Arthur opens my door, and pulls me out. Once in the house, he kisses me hard. "Oh Arthur." I moan. "You've been a very bad girl tonight (y/n)." Arthur grabs my ass hard, and squeezes it. "I really have Arthur." I put my hands on his chest. "I think I'll have to punish you." Arthur smirks. He gropes my boob. My breath hitches. "Ahh.....Arthur. can we do this now please? No teasing." I plead. He chuckles. "That's a part of your punishment, love." Arthur says.



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Santa baby.

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It's Christmas Eve, and I'm ready! I got my huge Christmas tree decorated with a million lights and ornaments. I have my Christmas outfit on, and the outside of my house decorated with lights and blow ups. My stocking is hanging above my fire place. Since I live alone. I don't believe in Santa anymore, but I like to keep the spirit up. I sit in front if the fire place, and have a cup of hot coco. Then, something falls in my chimney. It's covered in soot and dirt. It groans. What the? I grab a steel bat from my closet, and walk slowly towards it. Santa? Could it be? "Who the hell are you?" I demand. "I'm sorry for the intrusion, love." Its a man. He's British. "What's your name?" I ask. "I'm Arthur Kirkland. Me and my nemesis were chasing each other on top of houses. I fell down a chimney." He says. I snicker a little. "Ok, Arthur. Lets get you the hell outta my house." I say. He nods, and stands. "Get a bath first." I say. "I'll wash your clothes." I say. *Washing*




Arthur shakes my hand. "Thank you (y/n)." He smiles. I nod. "You're welcome. Bye arthur." I say. "Bye." Arthur walk out. Thank you for the present santa. 


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My bike

When I was 14, my dad got me a bike. When I turned 17, he got me a motorcycle. Now that he's dead, I ride my bike everywhere I go. I loved my father. He was the only one that loved, and took care of me. One day, I drove my bike to a gas station for some gas. (Obviously. Lol.) www.polyvore.com/gray_biker/set?i...
I got off my bike, and took off my helment. I swiped my car to pay for the gas, and proceeded to fill my bike up. "Drink up girl. Because we're gonna be ridin' for a while." I rub my bone's seat. "I guess I should get something to eat to huh?" I stand up, and walk into the gas station store. There's a group of me in a circle. 4 of em'. One man is looking at me; licking his lips. Hmph. Pig. I glare back at him. He smirks a nasty smile. I gag. He and his gang slowly made their way over to me. They surround me. "Hey sweet cheeks." The man grabs my ass. I slap him clean across his face, leaving a red hand mark. The other 3 guys grab my arms. I struggle against them. The man I slapped gets in my face. "Fiesty little bitch." He grunts. He gropes my breast. I head butt him hard. He stumbles back. The 3 men toss my to the ground. The man I hit stumbles over to me, and kicks me in the gut. "You call that a kick you little bitch?" I snarl. He kicks me again. This time alittle harder. I spit at him. He and his men walk away. I go outside to my bike. Still there. I grab my helment, and get on my bike. A guy comes over to me. He's tall with short blonde hair. "Excuse me. Ma'am? " the guy taps my shoulder. I lift the visor on my helment. "Yes?" I ask. "I couldn't help but see those men abuse you." He informs me. I sigh. "Yup. Didn't even know them. They were just pigs." I say. He nods. "Well. I'm Arthur Kirkland, and I would never treat a lady that way." He says. "I'm (y/n). Nice to meet you Arthur. I have to go now. See ya." I pull down my visor, and crank up my bike. "Bye (y/n). Nice bike." He smiles. I smile too. "Thank you."$End$ :3



Thanks for reading! I know it's shit. This is when I was on Quotev. :/ so yeah.....it's mutual.

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