#LETS FUCKING GO. WE ARE SO BACK. HI POOKIES I MISSED YOU <3

[hella1975]

Chapter 43: You All The Way Down

[muniimyg]

falling in love 》 series m.list

note: for the sake of timelines ,, let's say this extra takes place around ch 5 !!! the text (pic 1) is considered part 1 for this extra <3 hope that makes sense !!!

warnings: implied smut !!! jk is abt to eat her out lol

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“Oh, what the fuck? How’d you get in?” 

Jungkook’s eyes are barely open, but he is already lifting his covers for you to join him. He can’t help but offer you a sleepy smirk as you undress your outside layer. Eyeing your thin and flimsy pajamas, you attempt to sound strict and lay the boundary for tonight.

“Stop looking at me like that…” You warn. “Jungkook, we are not fucking.”

He puts his hands up, pouting innocently. “Can we revisit the topic after your meeting?”

You glare at him. 

“... Fine,” you huff, settling beside him. Jungkook feels instant relief as he reaches for your body and pulls you closer. 

Happily, he wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your stomach. He has waited for this all day. It was the one thing he was looking forward to. Even if you didn't come, he was looking forward to dreaming about it. Yet, here you are... Holding him like he's all yours.

Which he is.

The placement is just a little shy under your boobs, so you can’t blame him when he sneakily slides his hand under your shirt and squeezes them. 

“Jungkook!” you laugh, playfully pushing him away. “Seriously? Just wait an hour.”

“So we are fucking after your meeting? In an hour to be exact?”

You purse your lips at him. “Pookie, can’t you just behave?”

He ponders. Then, he remembers he doesn’t give a shit. 

“When does your meeting start?” He asks. 

You reach over for your laptop and turn the screen on. Reading the time, you shrug at him in response. “Hmmm... In like 20 minutes.”

“20 minutes is enough time,” Jungkook insists, giving you no time to escape. Hastily, he places small and sweet kisses on your lips and then on your cheeks. 

Giggling, you push him off with a groan. “Yah, Jungkook—”

“Oh come on, pookie! Did you really think my back was the only thing that was gonna get rubbed tonight?”

Your mouth drops. 

Jungkook laughs heartily as you roll your eyes at him and complain about his unhinged behaviour. Once your whining dies down, he pulls you even closer and sinks into your body. He holds you tight as you rub his back. 

“Were you napping to ignore your problems?” you ask him quietly. “And can you—holy shit—I can’t breathe! Do you have to hold me so tight?”

It feels like your bones are about to be crushed. Jungkook’s body is warm and so fucking beefy. It’s comfortable and all but wow do you need some air. In response, he buries his face in your body, tightening his grip. You let out a squeal. 

“Yes,” he murmurs. “If I don’t, you might run away.”

Dramatically, you gasp for air. “J-Jungkook, I won’t run away. I’m in my pajamas. I’d have to get dressed first, of course!”

Your joke doesn’t amuse him. 

“When I fall asleep… You might leave.” Jungkook says, revealing his hidden feelings. 

You bite your inner cheek, navigating through your feelings. Honestly, his room was warmly lit… It’s pretty chilly tonight… Not to mention that it is getting kind of late… Maybe you should stay the night. Although it’s kind of funny he assumed you were going to leave. Never have you ever done that to him. Never ever could you do it. 

“I’ll only leave if you snore.” You tease him, booping his nose. “Also, I didn’t know you were such a light sleeper."

He scrunches his nose in response. “Now you know. Take note for next time,” Jungkook yawns. “And yeah… I didn’t know if you were actually coming so I thought I would just sleep off my bad mood.”

“Did it work?”

Jungkook lets out a drowsy-like chuckle. “No. You woke me up.”

“Geez, okay… I’ll leave—”

Jungkook plops up on his elbows and hisses, “Shut up and listen to my day, woman. You’re the only good thing in my life so you’re not allowed to leave. Don’t even joke about that. God, you’re so fucking mean—”

You cup his cheeks and bring his lips to yours. Kissing him gently, you add another peck as you pull away. Holding his face close, you kiss his cheeks and murmur, “Hmmm, sorry, sorry…”

He huffs, pouting for another kiss. You give in. 

Then, he begins to ramble about all the things that made his day so horrible. 

You lay there, rubbing his back, and offer a few, “Mhmm,”’s “Oh, seriously?” and a few, “Eww. No, you’re so right. That sounds awful. I’d be upset too.” Listening to his tired voice makes you sleepy. Not that he’s boring but more because it was so soothing. That’s something you would have never admitted a few months ago…

But things change. 

He changed.

You changed too. 

Unexpectedly, being together is so comforting. Despite being each other's pain in the ass, you two were always there for each other. You two, for some odd reason, have begun to need one another. 

Each other’s warmth, each other’s touch, and each other’s presence—all of it. 

God, you two just made everything better for one another.

If falling in love was a feeling… This is it. 

Being with Jungkook is so easy.

Like... You never understood when people said that about their significant other, but now you do. The weird part is... He isn't even yours.

It's like whenever you have issues that are blown up in your head, he doesn’t try to find solutions. Instead, he listens and helps you reflect. Jungkook has a good understanding of what is his to handle and honestly? He handles you well. 

Besides, being with you is his favourite part of living. It’s as if his body wasn’t aching from the 4 hour long soccer practice. It’s as if nothing mattered because at the end of the day—if it meant that he could be with you. 

Your meeting goes smoothly. Jungkook behaves (let’s give him a gold star!) and at one point, he falls asleep. His little snores made you roll your eyes, but it didn’t motivate you to leave. If anything, it’s the reason you stayed. When the call ends, Jungkook slides his hands down your shorts and chuckles. 

“Forgot to eat dinner,” he claims, peaking with one eye. “Lemme eat that pussy…”

You blink at him. 

He returns your look with a pout. 

“Pretty please?”

You stay still. 

Then, he huffs and abruptly gets up. “You’re so annoying,” Jungkook groans as he walks to his door. Just as he’s about to leave, he makes his final comment. “Do you know how hard it was to not eat you out while you were being all cute and academic? I behaved and now I’m starving. I’m gonna make some food. You craving anything—oh fuck yes.”

Jungkook’s words are cut off as you fling your panties onto his face. 

He blinks at you, scrunching your panties in his hands. His eyes almost fall out of his head as you open your legs and lean back against his headboard. Oh, god... He is so lucky. Today truly is the best day of his life.

Jungkook watches with steady eyes as you lift your flimsy top to expose your breasts. Then, you put your hands to your sides and grip his bed sheets. He loves the way you look right now... It's mesmerizing.

Therefore, Jungkook wastes no time.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." He praises your body, more than ready to dive in. You roll your eyes at him but secretly love this. You know you do. You feel it between your legs and even in your heart.

He positions himself in between your legs and kisses your inner thigh. As he begins, you grip his hair with one hand and whimper, "y-you... Craving you."

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating luffy edition

— modern au!! these r so fun

— luffy x male reader <3

— i like making the pairings usernames match i think its so cute "returnto[name]" and "im[name]"

liked by returnto[name], dni_nami, roro.zoro, and 7k others

im[name]: i cannot even sleep in peace hes lucky hes cute

tagged: returnto[name]

returnto[name]: I LOVE YOU [NAME] LETS ALWAYS TAKE NAPS TGOETHER OKAY?! :DDD

-> im[name]: ofc my love 😭

dni_nami: im gonna barf why r u guys being so cute on my tl i didnt ask for this

-> uso_pp: i second this

-> im[name]: yall jus b homophobic huh?

-> dni_nami: DO NOT EVEN TRY TWISTIN IT THAT WAY [NAME] ILL KILL YOU

-> im[name]: LMFKAOAOAO

robinkills: very cute post of you two <3

-> returnto[name]: THANK U ROBIN HAHA

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returnto[name]: i miss my bf :/

tagged: im[name]

uso_pp: "i miss my bf" yall saw each other THIS MORNING im beggin u to stfu

-> im[name]: usopp wanna come over and play games w me and luffy later

-> uso_pp: yeah im down

princesanji: i cannot believe this idiot got a significant other before me...

-> dni_nami: i can

-> roro.zoro: i can

-> skullnsoul: i can

-> SUPERCOLA: i can

im[name]: imy too lu, but we saw each other this morning 😭😭 ill b back after classes soon

-> returnto[name]: why couldnt u jus bring me?

-> im[name]: pls we cannot keep arguing abt this

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dni_nami: its crazy how the only person who can remotely calm luffy down is [name], i respect him

tagged: returnto[name] and im[name]

im[name]: hes just a little pookie cutie wootie patootie

-> dni_nami: i think i might block u

-> roro.zoro: wtf does rhis even mean.

-> dr.law: none of these words were in the bible

returnto[name]: I LOVE CUDDLING WITH [NAME] hes so comfy 🥰

-> dni_nami: we know ur loud snores were enough to show how comfy u were

-> robinkills: i was wondering what that sound was.

SUPERCOLA: MY FAVORITE COUPLE THEYRE SO CUTE

-> im[name]: i love u franky ur so sweet <3

im[name]'s story:

happy 3 yr anniversary w my absolute heart (@)returnto[name] TO MANY MORE

returnto[name] replied to your story: I LOVE YOU [NAME] HAHA

liked by im[name], dni_nami, robinkills, ans 15k others

returnto[name]: im hungry 😋

tagged: im[name]

im[name]: babe wtf do u mean by that caption 😭😭

-> returnto[name]: im hungryyyyy

roro.zoro: average gym buddy.

-> im[name]: yessiirrr

-> returnto[name]: thanks thats my boyfriend 😋

boahancock: well...this is definitely a photo

-> returnto[name]: thanks photo creds go to me because im his boyfriend 😋

purrrona: shit [name] looks rlly good here DAMN

-> returnto[name]: yeah hes my boyfriend 😋

dni_nami: THATS [NAME]??? WHAT THE FUCK

-> returnto[name]: yes!!! thats my boyfriend [name] :DDD

uso_pp: luffy what is going on in these comments......

-> returnto[name]: nothing i just love MY boyfriend

-> im[name]: lu 😭😭😭

princesanji: why does the idiot look good here...

-> dni_nami: damn not sanji hoppin in this LMFOAOA

-> returnto[name]: THANKS THATS MY BOYFRIEND IN THE PHOTO :PPP

[goldfades]

🍁 for luke?!

congrats again on 100!! 🫶🏻

AAAAAA TYSM LOVE !!!!!! enjoy this blurb lmao, i love lukey pookie <3

he's so 1989. idk why but he just gives off that vibe. OKAY. HE'S VERY 'how you get the girl' (he for sure got the girl in this one lmao)

luke doesn't know how the hell he ended up at your house.

it was a 11:30 on a random tuesday, he knows you're asleep but he can't, even though he knows he has early morning practice tomorrow and a whole day of classes. his mind is racing, but so is this heart.

it was raining and he's still in his pajamas, too. his new jersey devils pj's really fit the whole mood. he rolled his eyes at himself ─ why didn't he change?

it had been six months since you two had broken up. well, not exactly. tomorrow morning, or in 20 minutes time, it would be exactly 6 months since you two had broke up. he knew this because he had been anxiously counting the days until your break-up was official.

ever since luke was little, jack would always tell him that break-up's weren't official until the 6 month mark which basically gave them a 'grace period' to get back together. and even now, as a whole adult, he applies it to everything.

he doesn't even know why he was here. he knew you had moved on ─ he saw all those guys you were with at the bar the other night, you weren't hurting anymore. still, that stupid rule made everything so much worse. knowing that after this period, you wouldn't even be thinking about him anymore made him sick.

he decided, an hour ago, that he was gonna get you back that night. he finally let out a big exhale and closed his eyes, getting out of the car and into the rain, walking up to your driveway and to your front door.

he quickly rang the doorbell twice ─ it was your guys' inside joke, knocking twice or ringing the doorbell twice was some kind of code for one another.

he heard some faint footsteps and he straightened his posture, letting out a loud exhale before you opened the door.

your eyes widened at the sight. your ex, luke hughes, standing outside your door in the rain, a few minutes before midnight. he could see the grogginess on your face and suddenly felt a tinge of guilt.

his curly hair was soaking wet and so were his pj's and you almost cringed at the sight. then you saw his face, his cute, stupid face. your heart fluttered at the sight, like it always did when you saw him, even when he was being a fucking asshole.

"luke, what are you doing here?" you shouted over the rain, that was starting to become more than just a midnight shower.

"i-i..." he didn't even know what to say. he let out a loud exhale before speaking again. "i miss you, y/n. i really, really miss you. i can't sleep, i keep repeating that fight over and over again and every time, i wish i had said something different. anything else would've been better."

your heart broke again at those words as you were transported back to that night. you shook your head, you didn't wanna relive that after you'd tried so hard to get over it all these months. "oh, you can't sleep?" you said, sarcastically. "i have repeated that night over and over again too, trying to figure out where it all went wrong. for a while, i even blamed myself─"

"it's not your fault, it was mine!"

"yeah, i know that now." you spoke bitterly at the boy, who was now shaking from the now, heavy rainfall. "i wish you had said something different, too, luke. but now we both have to live with the conseque─"

"fuck, y/n!" he grunted in frustration. "i'm so mad at myself for letting that happen, i'm so sorry for doing that to you."

you let those few words sink in. luke hughes was not one to ever apologize, you knew that. that was one of the reasons why you two had ended things and hearing those words come out of his mouth felt somewhat therapeutic. "luke─"

"y/n, please just let me talk!" he shouted over the rain. "if i could go back in time i would. if i could just... erase all of it, i would. but i can't. and i know i'm selfish for even asking this but i want you back. no one compares to you and no one ever will, y/n. i've tried, i really have. but i lost you once and i'll be damned if i lost you again if you just gave me another chance.”

that whole monologue sounded like it was right outta a movie. you didn't know how to feel ─ or how to react. you felt so many emotions wash over you and you took another good look at luke.

his curly hair, his soft skin, his entire face just took you back to when you two were together ─ the good times, too. summer at the lake house with his family, late night car rides for drinks, sunday night dates because he insisted that saturdays were for the boys, and especially, his soft touch.

luke's heart was beating out of his chest and he knew he was going to catch a cold because of how long he'd been standing outside, but all of that wouldn't matter if you just took him back. he watched your expression change and he swears he felt like a million tons had just been lifted off his chest as you opened up the door for him to come in.

"alright, luke. fine, one more chance. one, and if you fuck up, it's over and it will be over for the rest of our lives, got it?"

that sweet smile graced his lips for the first time tonight as he walked into your home, exhaling deeply. "got it."

you both stared into each other's eyes, your heart beating fast as a smile plastered on your face as well. then, luke smashed his lips against yours and pushed you against the door. "won't make you regret it, princess."

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

[arinzu]

@ansticehastwobraincellsleft, my pookie here you go🥰

5 days a week

Summary : For five days straight I make some cute scenarios with you and Lucifer

Reader = Mc

This shorter than my attention span, might not be cannon, fem! reader, fluff, Mc and Lucifer are lovers, lucifer x fem! reader.

𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 :

I got no clue what as i thinking (day 1 )

You were surprised when lucifer barged in your room looking exhausted, As you were about to question him he picked you up to kiss your forehead.

"(reader) can we cuddle?" he asked you, Which you replied positively.

You admired his face, which had eyebags from countless nights he was awake. You quit admiring him when you felt yourself lay on top of him.

He hugged you so tightly that you thought you were gonna suffocate. Lucky you didn't... Since he noticed you weren't moving as much as soften his hug in time, whispering in your ear as he gave a slight smile.

"I love you (reader)" You smiled back and whispered it back.

You watched him slowly stopped fighting the urge to sleep, you gave him a kiss to his forehead and succumb slept also.

Bro when i was looking up lucifer info, i saw his official height... I was so damn suprise he's actually 6'3 i think.

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 :

(day 2 and 3)

Your gown is surely the best in Devildom, silk was soft as cotton, the design was carefully crafted to match you and lucifer's wedding, everything about it was majestic

head to toe... Everything was crafted to be perfect on your body, some traces of crimson of your chest to symbolize how lucifer's is always in your heart

...

It was obviously it wasnt an actual wedding, just made to look like one as per your request. It was more like a celebration of your and his anniversary.

Previously as you were deciding who would walked you down the aisle, mammon manage to jumpscare you as you were deciding.

You hit mammon on the head "Ouch! the fuck?" Mammon yelled out as he covered his head with his hand. You apologize as you finally noticed that it was only him.

You explain the situation as he was rubbing the spot you hit.

"(reader) why not choose diavolo?" Mammon suggested as he tried to steal goldie back.

You thought for a moment and nodded slightly, you saw mammon trying to get his goldie as you were thinking away.

"Mammon don't we'll both get in trouble"

"we won't if you don't tell" he replied as he hold goldie.

"Don't say i didn't warn you."

...

So well... They you are now, as diavolo walking you done the aisle the veil covering your face. You glance around the room just too see that beelzebub was devouring the food displayed on the large table.

Thankfully you thought of this and brought some emergency food. You look ahead to see the groom your groom standing under the humongous tree.

step step step...

You draw closer to the tree

Smiling as you were finally in front of lucifer at last, he remove your veil and leaned in for a kiss he tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and kiss you.

deepening the kiss... you heard cheers echoed around.

You heard more munching from the crowd, he turned around to see beelzebub eating the emergency meal you had prepared.

Lucifer quickly started scolding him as he marched towards his direction. As beel started running away with his mouth stuffed and hand grabbing to the delicious meals, you heard the crowd laugh when lucifer chased beelzebub around dirtying his suit in the process.

𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎.

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 :

(day 4 and 5)

You woke up to find your favorite stuffed toy has been missing, you search in all of the rooms in the house of lamentation, As you were tearing the couch apart mammon suddenly appear.

"The fuck, this room looks like a dumpster!-" He scream out catching your attention.

"Where is it!" You grabbed his collar, and shake him aggressively.

"What, im gonna throw up!!!" you quickly let him go and glared at him.

"Did you steal my plushie and sold it!?" you scream back crossing your arms.

Mammon shake his head to a no.

"Wait a plushie? i think i might have an idea where is it." mammon muttered out loud.

"G.I.V.E. M.E. T.H.E. C.L.U.E." you not so nicely requested.

"nah-" he saw your glare and quickly change his mind "-only if you give goldie back!"

You then reached into your pocket and grab goldie "Now where is my child!?"

"Erm... I think levi got something to do with it..." And off you go, running towards levi's room and slamming the door open once you reach the door.

"LEVI! WHERES MY PLUSHIE!?" you screamed out, your vocal cords starting to hurt.

"wtf! (reader) why are you in my room!?" Levi screamed back taking off his headphones.

"Don't you ask questions! where is it"

"I don't know! ask satan or something" he replied pausing the anime. He saw you running off in the distance, leaving the door open...

"Scary ahh" Levi approach the door and shut it close.

You started to run towards satan's room, you were feeling quite tired from running and slowly opened the door peaking inside.

Using the small gap between the door you saw him wearing... A onesie? A cat onesie he was also wearing cat ears. Making cat noises so you slowly closed the door and re-think your approach.

'the fuck? the hell was he doing..' you thought as you can't help but chuckle at his weird appreance.

Trying to cover up your mouth to not make satan notice you were just outside his room.

"(Reader)!" You turned your neck to face the voice, it was Asmodeus looking as uh, smexy as ever!

"Watcha doing girly pops?" Asmo asked sharpening his colored nails, you genuinely start imagining him as saying gen-z slang while dressing up as an zesty anime character.

You responded "Just trying finding my plushie" he nodded and pointed to Belphegor and Beelzebub's room nearby. "Try your luck there sugarplump, it's better than tryna here babycakes"

"Oh that's a good idea, thanks!" You look up to his face, "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yup gonna go to solomon, girly!"

You nodded as you walked to walk towards the twin's room in the distance, thanking asmo to his suggestion.

Damn even asmo got more nicknames than lucifer for you.

Step step step...

'Now why the fuck is this place build for taller people'

You look to the massive ahh window near you, and well its almost nighttime.. (bbg : If only you were taller you cockroach)

Your not even half way through your destination, so you kept on walking... and walking

walking....

walking.....

walking.....

walking.......

walking..............

walking....................

walking..........................

Oh nice your already here!

You knock before entering, you saw belphie sleeping soundly and beelzebub eating another bottle of mustard.

You decided to ask beel if he had seen your plushie, which he hadn't and you started losing hope and he again suggested to check at the garden.

Not really having a choice you started waking towards the garden, you suddenly felt yourself get lift up off the ground. You turned around swiftly and saw beel.

"It's faster this way." he gave a short response as he started running to the direction of the garden. It was super effective and you got there much faster.

You guys zoomed through the hallways, rooms and even the kitchen (beel got hungry) then he picked you up once again and zoomed through the remaining rooms there was until you reach the gate of the garden.

He softly put you down, and started walking away without saying another word.

You went inside the gate just to see...

Lucifer!?

and he's holding your lost plushie you've been finding since this morning!

How dare he!

But as you were about to confront him, he gave you a smile.

"Happy valentines day"

"Am i doing this right? this is the tradition those human make when its February the 14th" he murmur out loud.

"So you were the one who stole my plushie!?" you yelled back.

"Yeah diavolo thought it was a good idea to surprise you" he answered closing the distance handing your plushie back.

"Look around you..." he said as you started glancing around the garden.

Woah!

that's your favorite animal!

(cutely inserted your favorite animal)

"Are these real?" you asked him.

"No, these are holograms, your(fav animal) cant survive the temperature"

You sigh and nodded accepting this fact.

"You seem rather calm have you been practicing?" you asked and that question took him by suprise, he didn't answer.

"Well (reader) i got another surprise." he slowly took out another plushie, this plushie looks similar to yours. That's when you realize that he got a matching plushie!

You started screaming in excitement and ran towards him and hugged him.

"I love you so much!"

"me too..."

So this is it. Ik its not perfect since i was usually working this at nighttime-midnight and i didn't have enough time to clean it out Soooo tysm for reading expect a new bllk fanfic next week love y'all sm! xoxo from the cockroach you've been with! @ansticehastwobraincellsleft

[rohansdisciple]

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 ☁︎ …

read the first part here 🧛🏻 if you didn’t read it yet !

summary : the morning after ♥︎ .

warnings : romance / sfw . fem / afab reader . established relationship . pet names used . comfort and kisses for astarion . and i think that’s it ! tell me if i missed something ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ !

word count : about 560 *

reading time : about 3 minutes *

other : 14+ ** . i don’t have bg3 so i don’t play it however i think interpreted astarion character as well as i could so i’m proud of myself ! this is a continuation of the smut i wrote. may have some minor grammatical errors && the entire story is written in lower case and the punctuation has double spacing in between the words * .

a/n : not only do i want to fuck astarion very badly ☝🏾 … but i also want to comfort him and give him all the love i could possibly give it him because my pookie deserves it after all of the suffering he had to endure for two centuries <3 . so i wrote this short fluff piece to go with the smut , enjoy :3 !

credits to @ rookthornesartistry on tumblr and @ angelwhispersunknown for the dividers !

you awaken the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping and the sun beaming through the tree leaves . When you sit up and look around , you notice astarion standing in the sunniest spot , enjoying the warmth on his skin . he hears you moving around and then he turns his gaze to you . " well , good morning , my love , " astarion smiles . " did you sleep well ? " he asks as he walks over and hands you your clothes . 

" yup , i'm all refreshed ! " you say as you stretch . " that's good ... and here i thought you'd be exhausted after last night , " astarion teases . " haha , very funny - " you say jokingly as you get dressed . " shall we head back , darling ? " astarion asks you once he sees you've finished putting your clothes on . " mhm , let's head back , " you say to astarion before walking to him and holding onto his arm .

while you both are heading back to camp , you notice that astarion is unusually silent while you two walk , has a look of unease on his face , and appears to be deep in thought . you stop walking and ask , " what's the matter , my love ? You look troubled ... " " hm ? i was just thinking about things , " he responds . " can i tell you about my worries , y / n ... ? " astarion asks . " of course you can , astarion . you can always tell me how you're feeling , " you say to him with a reassuring smile . " well , now that we're dating and now that i have something real in my life after 200 years , i'm just afraid i'll mess up , and i just want to be enough for you ... " he admits to you in a quiet tone , but with a hint of vulnerability in it .

you stand there patiently listening to him , taking in the words that come out of his mouth , as he honestly expresses his feelings to you . when he's done speaking , you look him in the eyes and say , " you mean the world to me , astarion , and i love you more than anything else . you are perfect just the way you are , i love you for you , astarion , and a doubt anything will change that . " you continue. " and of course , you're enough for me ... i don't think i could ever see myself loving any man other than you , " you say tenderly , touching his pale face .

astarion stood there speechless . the look in your eyes as you spoke to him ; showed that you really meant every word you said . astarion then says , " sorry , that was silly of me to even think something like — " you cut him off before he could finish his sentence . " no , don't say that , Astarion ; your feelings are valid , even the negative ones , " you say to him . " i'll always listen to what you have to say nor will i be upset for you expressing yourself . " you add with a smile .

" you're right , thank you , my love , " he says as he strokes your cheek . " i love you , astarion , " you say once more . " now , c'mon , the others won't wait on us if we're not there before they wake up ! " you say , holding his hand . " okay , okay - " he chuckles , and you both start running to the camp , fingers entwined , and Astarion's affection for you growing by the second .

... 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 ☁︎ .

[not-alien-girl-v]

MORE FRAT BOY KYLE FLUFF IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH UR WRITING NEW FAV BLOG OMG

warning: language and aggressive vomit-inducing cuteness

note: thank u sm pookie

"Hey you," Kyle looks up from his phone after hours of scrolling through whatever random piece of media had occupied his brain today. It's 12 pm on a Saturday and Kyle had no plans other than to take his beautiful girlfriend out for dinner tonight, he was to pick her up at 6 o'clock at her house, so he's a bit surprised when she shows up unannounced, 6 hours early in his bedroom.

He's sitting at his desk chair and he previously had been playing a video game on his laptop but got distracted by his phone, something he does a lot, and he had died in the game long ago, so it wasn't like he was missing out on anything.

"Hi," she beams at him with the widest grin spread on her face. She prances toward him.

"What's got you in such a good mood? And here so early? I thought I was grabbing you at 6?" When she comes to stand behind him in the chair, he leans his head back, stretching his neck to come face to face with her. She leans her head down, placing a sweet kiss on his upside-down lips.

"Just missed you. Figured I got nothing better to do than hang with you today, so I might as well come early. Is that okay?" He doesn't miss the slight tinge of insecurity or unsureness in her last words, and he simply won't stand for her feeling any fraction of nervous in his presence.

"Of course it is, sweetie. I love spending time with you," he whispers to her as she's lingered her head next to his even after she parted from the kiss.

"Cool. Can I sit on your lap?" His heart skips a beat. He blinks in surprise, it's not like her to be so forward with her need for affection or anything like that.

"Come here," he reaches an arm out for her, placing it on the small of her back and leading her to the comfort of his lap. She squirms a bit, settling herself into him, with a content sigh.

She chuckles a little, "wow, you're warm." She leans back and snuggles her head into the crook of his neck.

He holds her firmly, enjoying the safety he feels when she's near. "And you're cold."

"That's because it's cold outside. Dead of fucking winter," she complains into his neck like a pouting child and a smile spreads on his face. He rubs her back softly.

"You walked here?"

"I got a ride," she presses her cheek to his, eager to feel his soothing touch.

"By who?" He leaves a short kiss on her neck.

Pulling back, she holds his face in both her hands, gazing into his adoring eyes, taking in his features. "My pimp. Are you totally jealous?" She sentences him to 3 kisses, one right after another, holding him in place. He hums into her open mouth.

"What's your pimp got to say about you havin' a boyfriend, huh?"

She holds his face back before he can lean in for another kiss. "I've been meaning to tell you, actually. He said you gotta start payin' up now. This whole cuddle session thing we got going on here? It ain't cheap."

"Ah, here I was thinking you liked me or something," he rubs her back some more, feeling her warm skin through the cloth of her shirt and drinking in the amorous look on her face when he focuses on her. And he wants to. He wants to look at her pretty face and stare at her forever, if she'd allow it. He'd assume she'd think him a creep, though. "Why'd you really come?"

He's no fool. She's only ever this affectionate, this in need of him when she's drunk. On top of that, she values her alone time. He tries not to take offense to it, but he knew she had a day to herself today, so it's unlike her to interrupt it with this event. This whole thing, the cuddling, the kisses, it's unlike her.

"What do you mean?"

"Darling. I'm not stupid. You're usually too quick to complain when I try and hold you like this. What's up? You can tell me," he doesn't let her hide her face back into his neck again, hoping she'll look him in the eye.

She sighs but still doesn't look straight at him. "Just had a tough morning."

"Is that all?" He asks, trying to determine if he sounds patronizing or compassionate, like he means to.

"I don't know. I just need you. Is that okay?"

"That's fine with me. You can come to me anytime you need me, you understand? You don't have to explain, you don't even need a reason why, okay? I love you," it's so easy to believe him when he speaks so dearly, with such a adoring look on his handsome face. She nods, and he nods back in confirmation. He sighs.

"I'm still cold, though. Anything you can do about that?" He smiles cutely at her again.

"Mhm," he taps the side of her leg, sending her a signal to stand up, and he follows, venturing over to his closet where he pulls out a plain black hoodie, and he turns back to her. "Arms up, baby." He doesn't miss the silly little giggle she lets out at being treated like this, and once he pulls the hoodie down over her body, he cups her face in both hands. "So cute. I'm gonna make you tea. Go lay down, sweetie."

"Don't tell me what to do," she spits back, but does what she's told, obediently, and settles herself comfortable in his cushy bed.

He's back in a few minutes, he must have microwaved the water rather than use a tea kettle. She's on his laptop, browsing through his open tabs, and for a split second, he wonders how she got into it, but then remembers he's set the password to her birthday, so it would have been easy for her to crack. "What you up to, babe?"

He sets the tea down on the nightstand next to her and walks around to the other side of the bed, taking a seat. "You've got some weird stuff on here, Ky."

He sighs. "You found the folder, didn't you."

"Yes, I found the folder. I thought I might have dreamt you telling me you have a folder full of my candids, but you told me the other night, when I was drunk right?" He nods in confirmation. "Right, and I bet you thought I was too drunk to remember it, but I'm smarter than that. I'm like a hacker, I hacked your password. It was easy, though. I mean, my birthday? That's like, basic shit."

He scoots in next to her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in tight. "Well excuse me for being a sap. I've got a big crush on you. I'm on some schoolboy type shit. I just wanna chase you around the playground and yank on your hair."

She turns into him, eager to feel his soft, warm skin against her hands, so she goes searching under the covers till she reaches the hem of his shirt, which she pushes up a few inches to rest her hand on his stomach. "You can pull my hair all you want, but don't chase me, I'm tired."

Resting her head on his chest, she wraps both arms around him tightly, hoping to restore her mental wellbeing in the comfort of his presence and embrace. But honestly, just him being here, so in love with her, is enough to satiate her need for him.

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to say, really. I just missed you. But not in a normal way, I guess. I don't know. I don't have the words for this."

"You never do."

"What?"

"Words of affirmation. It's not your love language. Neither is physical touch, but every now and then, you can have your moments. But acts of service, you like that the most. 'S why I always give you a hoodie when you get cold, make you tea and cuddle you to warm you up. I know it's what makes you feel my love the most."

"Aww. Now I feel shitty, what's your love language? I don't know it."

"It's physical touch. Don't stress over it baby. I know you love me, you don't need to specialize in being all touchy for me to know that."

"How much do you love me?"

"What?"

"Like scale of 1 to 10. Be honest."

"I'm always honest to you," he mumbles, but she still heard. "11." He worries he's said the wrong number when she doesn't say anything for a good long while.

"Hey Kyle?"

"Hmm?"

"Marry me?"

He breaks his stare at the ceiling to look back at her, only to find her staring right back at him, eye to eye. "What?"

"Marry me." She says it as a statement now. She knows how whipped he is.

"Are you being silly right now or are you being for real?"

"For real."

He gazes into her eyes, trying to find a hint of sarcasm, but only finding equally returned love. "Yes, I'll marry you. Are you kidding me?"

"Nope. I'm tired though. Nap first, then marriage?" He bursts out laughing at her, like he always does, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yeah, let's nap first, sweetie."

[tits4life]

K.I.M J.O.O.N.G.O.O

I love him. No new news. But I fucking love him. I love that adorable little fluffy haired bastard more than words can explain, more than I can talk, more than my entire life. I use pictures because I can't find the corecct words to use most of the time and expressions are the only thing i could show. OK.

Starting from his first appearance

I CAN'T- I-😭😭😭😭😭😭😭twink I don't remember what I exactly thought of him when I first saw this, probs some lanky guy gonna solo some side bitches and save vasco buttt

this pannel

I fucking loved vasco, ok? I loved little vasco and his backstory I am a fucking sucker for gap moes BUT THEN! GOO CAME WITH THIS GOOFY ASS LINE AND I WAS SOLD. SOLD MF. Srs who wouldn't, look at that goofy ass smile, with goofy ass eyebrows, with goofy ass glasses, with goofy ass hair and then that twink ass bod. But this face fr be the I pull when I am with little kids.

I am honestly crying and dying looking at this😭😭😭😭Look at him pull some karate kid move and he is so kjgwbdvk happy and smug😭? HIS HAIR!! HIS HAIRRR💀💀IT'S FUKING GLOWING AT THE BACK LIKE BITCH HE IS MFING GLOWING anddddddd he looks so little here ahkjsgvsgvc

this. I love this. Pookie showed up for the first time and already cracked some eggs. Who wouldn't love him???? First impressions are important. And Kim Joongoo slayed it🦅🦅👄

and this is one of my fav pannels of Goo.If you understand you understand, if you don't then try harder to understand. Because LOOK at that hand, that pose? that smile? like????😭? GAWDDDDDD I WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM SO BAD AND SHAKE HIM LIKLE A MILKSHAKE👹👹👹

currently break dancing to "She's crazy but she's mine'', thanks to hamburger

ANYWAYS i still don't know if I should lable this nightmare or best dream of my life if I saw this on my dream

he still cute tho<3333 but I wouldn't dare go near him, jut a little pat on the head wouldn't hurt tho ;P

that chair was actually me ya'all, he was throwing me😋😋

proof👆

but srs I love this pannel so myuch like he is throwing chair while saying carrying knife is cheap??? mhm Such a cutie pattootie💗💗💗skhdikvckvbsh simply truly adorable you know muy baby😭😭

yes love break all his fingers, break his skull too, break him💓💓💓 how dare that thing touch you. nothing much for me to add here. Slay.

if any one of you dares to say he looks weird. I will come for your throt even tho you are correct but you will be deemed wrong because I said so. ok? lets just all agree he is stuill cute here '3'

And this. Good loard. If this didn't make you stan goo then I don't know hat else will. He looks so chill and goofy eheheheh I love him so much ❤❤ Look at him just munching on snacks while he gets 'accused' my lil meow moew <33333

You might be thinking to just not talk about this, letting it pass as PTJ's old artstyle but NO. He is Kim Joongoo and we love kim Joongoo in amy form of matter or shape. NO KIM JOONGOO PANEL SHALL GO UNLOVED UNDER MY WATCH. Comeon he looks like he might bite but I swear he doesn't. He is just a little silly that's all🥰🥰

coming on to his second appearance

OUR FASHION KING, OUR MESSIAH, OUR BABYBOY, OUR BABY ❤❤❤👄👄💟💟💟❣❣❣💞💞💞💞💞 he was born to slay, if you don't agree go argue with a wall. That long coat >.< i have never seena man wear that long coat and when I searched it, it specifically showed just for women only, baby boy is rocking with that striped socks💞💞💞

understandable I love deadpool and spiderman too<333333

That little heart could end me in less than a second. So if he did talk like how deadpool talks playfully...I am a dead man. I could not be under the influence and still think I would survive a nuclear bomb dropped right above me but this? THIS?? Neh eh I could never survive if I hear him talk like that. I would be a dead piece of meat INSTANT. Gone like the dinosaurs in an instant.

AHHHH PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AHHHHHHRFEBETNRYJN😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASEEEEE GODDDDDDD

i miss these type of lips not that I am saying the ones we get now are bad but these are just a whole different typr of beasts compared to now. Look at his lips, i want ti pinch it and then apply lip balm to it the wipe it off and apply lipstick on it. Look at them It's so glossy and juicy like for who did he get his lips so plump for WHORE🤨🤨??

silly goo doing silly stuff<3333

sksksksksk I love how his hair looks here. Reminds me of Donald Trump's hair or is it wig idk but I love how Goo looks here

ew.

seeing this bitch made my mood sour. I will continue the ramble later.

[scoonsalicious]

THIRD DAY IN A ROW, mother pookie, thou has delivered. AGAIN!!

🩷🩷🩷

OUR MAN BUCKY BARNES HAS REAPPEARED. LET US REJOICE TO THE UPCOMING GROWTH HE SHALL PROVE

Now let me tell ya that I shed some tears at part 3-4. REAL TEARS. I had to read it twice because it was TOO GOOD.

Real footage of me crying btw

So my question has been answered, SHE IS PREGNANT. I was skeptical with that theory but poisoning sounds too weird for it to prolong that long (😂). But i wasn’t sure. Pookie you are indeed the mastermind. I cried when Pocket broke down because let’s be real, if the thing between Bucky and Cunthage didn’t happened (Cunthage didn’t fucking exist), Pocket would actually care for the baby. She’s frustrated, she’s hurt, she’s disappointed, she’s at her lowest point.

When she woke up, finding Bucky there, it’s like she’s snapped into a defensive mode. She have/make this mindset where Bucky would hurt her (but in truth she’s the one who’s hurt because she YEARNS for him but is in denial — so by thinking that she’s hurt, she thinks that Bucky would hurt her… get it?😂). Also Bad Decision #28 wasn’t able to fuck Bucky out of her system. She wasn’t able to forget Bucky and he reappears? That’s one hell of emotion rollercoaster.

‘The nile’ is a river in Egypt, your love life cheated on you with a cunt. — The reminder in Pockets head

I love it when she told him that she’s not fucking with people to get back at him, she’s doing it to forget him. But rather than making her forget, it makes her misses him more, of the things that she lost. (Man, I bet Bucky was giggling inside because she couldn’t forget him — but ofc he’s disappointed with himself for putting her in that situation too… but… still, that doesn’t mean he cant)

We can clearly see there the love Pocket has for Bucky (man she love him so much). Salut Bucky for his patience. He’s calm and collected now, and not spouting shits like my girl, not being possessive. He control himself for Pocket. She needs him his hug — ‘just a little bit’ (you see that reference?😂) Again we’re seeing this in Pocket’s POV, but I guarantee you Bucky is this close 🤏🏻 in losing his sanity when he was called to the hospital.

One thing I like to highlight is the talk between Pocket thinking she’s not good enough for Bucky to share his issue, and Bucky not wanting to talk about it because he wants to impress Pocket by hiding his ugliness (the getting hard part) is so real. It’s easier to share something to people who is the same ‘bad’ as you but not someone who you want to impress. But the one you want to impress will interpret that he/she is not good enough/ trustworthy enough to know about your ugliness.

Btw i noticed that we focus more on the fact that Pocket really loves Bucky, but not the opposite. So now im going to say it, Bucky really love Pocket too in a way we cant see but feel. He’s trying. He’s proving. They’re similar yet different. Right now, he’s learning to understand her more (I AM NOT DEFENDING HIM😂) But as Pookie always said, both of them have their own flaws. It what made them, realistic. You can love someone so much, even when the trust is broken, but it can be mend. With time. With patience. With enough love and certainty. It all depends on you (the person who is in that situation) to prove it, to act it out (speaking from experience).

OHHHH, and the lil kiss Bucky did😭🩷 AND HER snuggling into his chest!!

🫵🏻 YOU ARE SMITTEN. I NEED MORE!!!!! FEED ME MORE😭.

So now, safely I would say Pocket spiralling will gradually died down. She’ll have a clearer head. As mother Pookie said, later on our Pocket will taunt and rub it in Cunthage face. I need her to roast cuntsy to the point she’s crying mess and beg for Bucky to defend her but Bucky being the lil shit he is will stand behind Pocket and smirk, and ask Pocket to ROAST HER EVEN MORE.

Btw did I tell you that I’ve been fantasising Bucky and Cunthage showdown? Yeah I did, and again, I need Bucky to punch the shit out of her.

Man, I can’t wait for the revelation

And also, I miss sexy time between Pocket and Bucky😫🥹

Our sexy macho biting his lips nyum🤍

Anyways, as always I wuv you Pookie. I love you just like how Pocket loves Bucky. Its — thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt — much. Surprise me more with your mind.🩷🩷🩷

PS// I RAN OUT OF CAT SMOOCHY GIFS RAGHHHH

POOKIE <3

Our Bucky has returned stronger than before! He's still working on things, but he's already doing heaps better!

He's accepted the consequences-- he knows she has no business forgiving him, and he'll take it, which I felt was a really big step for him. He's no longer promising "I'll do whatever I can to fix it." It's now "I fucked up. I get there is no fixing it. I accept whatever you decide, and I'll live with your decision, because I respect you." NGL, parts 3 & 4 made me tear up, too. You are not alone.

I *really* tried to sell the 'Pocket was poisoned' lie because people clued into her being pregnant so quickly, lol. I tried to mislead you all! And no, if Cunthage hadn't happened, she'd be so fucking happy to be having his baby, let's be real. They'd be getting married and Tony would pretend to be so annoyed by it all, but secretly, he'd be over the moon to become an uncle and would throw her the most extravagant, lavish wedding the world's ever seen. And Pocket would fucking love that baby, because it was hers and Bucky's, and they'd be doing it together.

She's tried so hard to get over him, to forget about him, but despite everything he put her through, she just can't. She's kind of starting to realize now that maybe it's fruitless to try. So, finding out he's there, that she was pregnant, but suddenly she's not, all at once-- that's a lot. She shut down in the moment, and just got nasty because she didn't know what else to do.

You know, Bucky was actually not happy when she told him about not being able to forget him, no matter how many guys she's slept with. It hurt him to know how much he hurt her, that she felt that was something she needed to do to cleanse herself of him. He's remorseful. A tiny part of him might be hopeful-- if she can't get him out of her system, maybe there's a chance for them yet, but he isn't putting a lot of stock into that right now. He's just miserable that she's miserable.

When Bucky got that call from the SHIELD medical center, he damn near lost his shit. All he heard was that they found her in the safehouse, unconscious in a pool of blood. I don't even want to know what was going through his head. Something we don't see, because it's not a Bucky POV fic, lol, but he went to leave to be with her, but Steve tried to stop him from going, not thinking it was a good idea for him to just show up without warning Pocket, but Bucky was too scared and too worried about her being alone to listen, so while he's made some progress, there's still a tiny bit of selfishness there. Hey, he can't be fixed overnight, lol.

Bucky was so embarrassed about the erect-while-fighting thing. I mean, it was the last thing he wanted the girl he was in love with to know about him. Like, can you imagine that conversation? "So, yeah, doll, funny story-- every time I get really into a fight, where I want to fucking kill someone, I get a boner. Totally normal and not off-putting at all, right? lol" Like, it makes him look like Ted Bundy getting off on violence or something, if Bucky knew who Ted Bundy was (Side note: I like to imagine that Pocket, like me, is a True Crime freak and made Bucky consume every TC doc, podcast, movie, and book under the sun, lol).

(Off topic: Zefron as Bundy left me uncomfortable and confused, ngl)

Regardless, Bucky was ashamed and didn't want Pocket seeing that part of him. He didn't care if others did, because what they thought of him never mattered so much as what she thought of him. Also, I realized I had included him looking guilty after the sparring session and had to go back and come up with a reason why he might look guilty that didn't have anything to do with him actually having feelings for Cunthrage, lol.

It sucks to not have Bucky's POV happening (and that's something I'm rectifying in With Friends Like These...), because it's left so much of his motivations up to interpretation. I'm hopeful that everyone will see the subtle changes in him as we go forward. There will be more conversation between them in Chpt. 26, before shit hits the fan in 27, lol. 27 is off the rails, ngl.

It is safe to say that Pocket's spiral has been fully stopped. She's done hiding and running away. I mean, she kinda can't run away from Bucky anymore, cause he's right there now, but oh well, lol. She has to confront everything. And that includes Carthage, which I confess I had a lot of fun writing, because Pocket got to be a total bitch back to her. The showdown is coming!

I also miss sexy times between Pocket and Bucky, full disclosure :( That is why I have, no lie, at least eight different smut oneshot ideas planned for them after the story concludes. Idk, they are just so silly when they hook up, but also hot? Like, they have fun together, and I feel like it's never just sex, but always deeply connected time between two people who adore one another more than anything else on the planet.

You love me as much as Pocket loves Bucky?!?! Pookie! I love YOU as much as Pocket loves Bucky! <3 <3 <3

And since we ran out of kitten smoochies gifs, please accept this photo of my cat, Elliott, giving my dog, Theo, smoochies.

[deathzgf]

( almost ) ALL MY AMREV + FREV WIPS ( 12 october - 5 november 2023 ) ! ! ! ! !

WARNING : long ass post jFDSFLKJSLF ( will all be under the cut )

NOTE : not everything is here ! a lot of my amrev + frev drawings are doodles ive done in class ( which i cant find ) + i Do Not Like a lot of them + Tumblr only allows so many images T___T

ah yes . . . the doodle that started it all . . . my good omens sona in the french revolution ! except i had no idea what i was doing at ALL and had no historical context ! which i now do have and it makes me ENRAGED for how good omens handled that era . . . why are they in the bastille in 1793 . . . ANYWAYS ! YEAH !

aaand because of that doodle , i researched frev fashion ! and guess what ! that robespierre fashion video came up ! wooo robespierre ! and then this was the first fucking thing i drew of him i cant . I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW THE FUCK HE MISSED SO BAD + HOW THE BULLET WOULD LOOK

BECAUSE after that i drew this ! pookie ! ! !

first saint just drawing . i was listening to angel with a shotgun on loop . . . and i thought . . . angel with a guillotine . . . get it cuz hes . hes angel of the terror . and . and . a

i dont have any explanation for this

i hate this . but first robespierre AND saint just drawing wahoo

first frev oc except the hair on that one drawing is red because i went back and changed it cuz i made their name Jules Le Roux and . You know . Red hair . yeah

jules and calixte ! ! ! calixte is @toastytrusty ' s oc and my sweet sweet little baby i love them dearly

. . . saint just doodle i forgor to come back to

JULES AND CALIXTE LORE

miku binder robespierre

saint just painting robespierres nails because :3

WE INTO THE AMREV NOW WOOO . anyways me when ive married and icarus and hes flown too close to the sun lol ( his wings are meant to be burning letters btw . yeah )

jules , calixte , and leonard interaction ! ! ! ! !

which didnt go well

this turned out gayer than intended i genuinely dont know what happened here

i wanted to continue this so bad but i fucking forgot about it but Uhhh uhhhhh uhhh

you know those vamp ! robespierre and vamp hunter ! saint just aus ? yeah

PLEASE STOP SAYING IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK IVE NEVER DRAWN A VIOLIN BEFORE PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE . anyways he playsss theee violinnn he tucks it right underr hisss chinnnnn

winning the idgaf war . unbothered . living his best life

theres a storytime for this drawing but ill save that for later . john adams ( 2008 ) scene redraw but instead of jefferson grabbing adams elbow its his waist except it looks awful and i need to redo it soo baddd

vamp ! robespierre and saint just ( ? ? ? i guess vamp hunter ! saint just cuz thats usually what goes with vamp ! robespierre but idk man ) . they were meant to be on like some moonlit picnic or some shit but then class ended and i forgor about this

donald trump , alexander hamilton , and thomas jefferson . need i say more ?

the ORIGINAL toxic doomed yaoi ( hamburr )

burr . boobies :3

that one scene from saint just et la forces des choses BUT AGAIN this turned out gayer than intended . why do they keep doing this

hey girl i think theres something wrong with your leg

semi modern band ! gay trio . . . thing . . . ? girl idk . but i gave up

making jules a proper ref ! who cheered !

AAAND THATS IT !

let me know if . you want me to finish any of these because otherwise theyre probably going to rot in my gallery HELP

[chuuyascumsock]

hi pookie <33 sorry its been yearsss, lifes been a bit of bitch but im just going to be bitchier 😎

how are you doing? and also i love that you re-watched my little pony, that show RAISED me, I CRIED over Princess Celestia and Luna's reunion and the hundreds of other arcs that it had

I HATE THE NEW ONE ITS SO SODUHVODSHUCO 😔☹️

The old MLP is in my heart forever ❤️ (can you tell i was a horse girl 💀)

BUT OMG THAT BLANKET YOU MADE W LIZZY IS SO CUTE????? its so sweet 🥰🥰

i miss you and tumblr moots :(

and ive been TRYING to deal w my writing burnout 'cause i have an idea for a fic that ive been trying to write but words just aren't wording !!!!

and not to mention its been so unbearably hot where i live its actually horrific, i cant sleep at all because of the heat T-T

but on a lighter note ive been hanging out w some of my friends after we all got back from our respective trips and we're planning a little roadtrip later this month !!!!

and

i got snorb a sibling

this is my second baby 😋 im a proud dino mother here !!!

(this is a cry for help)

stay sexy 😘😘❤️💐

Hiiiii Pookie, I’m glad you sent an ask, I was getting worried about you snookums 🥺

I started watching MLP when I was like 10 because my baby brothers wanted to watch it and I liked it but after that I hadn’t seen it in years so I thought I’d get back into it. I was especially into the mlp creepypasta stuff (it was like the first official fandom I got into when I was 8 and it lasted until I was like 14 and I got a new hyperfixation which was Assassination Classroom, let me tell you— being in the Fnaf, Minecraft, Undertale, and Eddsworld fandoms in that time frame as well was wild. The fanfics and crossovers were embarrassing, y’all.)

Also, horse girl? I had to be one in middle and high school cause my mom made me take riding lessons and at least one competition lol. While I didn’t like it because I nearly broke my hip doing so, I’m still salty they sold the horse I mainly rode for two years and the new owner was a bitch and wouldn’t even let me walk past his stall because she was so possessive. Genuinely was only there to make friends with the horses, I still miss you, Cinnabar :[

And yessss, I love the blanket I made with Libby cause it’s so soft and warm which is great cause my hands and feet are naturally cold like a corpse.

I also get the burnout, I wanna write so bad and I have so many ideas but I just can’t write. I want to finish my second Chuuya hurt/comfort fic and Dazai hurt/comfort fic cause they’re almost done (my Chuuya one is 4k+ words long and the Dazai one is being a bitch and deleted half of my progress). But it’s okay because I named them appropriately so look out for fics called “I said break it down, not have a break down” and “This homeless man won’t leave so I’m spraying him down with dirty brown water” (I think you can guess which is which). So yeah :]

THE HEAT IS KILLING ME HERE TOO, IT’S SO FUCKING HOT AND HUMID AND MY GLASSES GET ALL FOGGY WHEN I LEAVE MY HOUSE FOR WORK I HATE IT 😭

Hurray for hanging out with friends!! I watched the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie with my friends this passing week and my god, Hugh Jackman is the straightest man crush I’ve ever had, he is so fine. I rarely like irl men in general (only do so with celebrities bc irl girls is where it’s at, dating boys is gross) so when I do, yk he’s got IT. God, I’d shred cheese on those abs of his.

And you got Snorb a sibling‼️ Name ‘em Sneeb, Sneeb and Snorb <3

[nerd-cat-rambles]

CHP.4 Daily Life (spoilers):

SPOILERS AHEAD!

--- Start of Chapter:

Rat-Hoe what are you doing here bbg?

"This isn't your first-" <- erm what...? First kg?! Are they all survivors?! Was Rantaro the only one who had his memory kept???

THEY WANTED THIS? THEY WANTED TO WIN? RAT-HOE STOP IT BBG

(Rat-Hoe = Rantaro btw)

--- Exploration!

TSUMUGI MAKING ME A SMOOGIE (<- Smoothie/cocktail/mocktail)

Yes Tsumugi I will cosplay with you pookie.

She's my favourite surviving character, she better live to chapter 5-

Himiko is standing infront of Tenkos dojo...

"I should just leave her alone" *KIYOTAKA FLASHBACKS* please don't :,)

AUGHHHHHHHH TENKO IN A FLASHBACK AUGHHHH TENKO I MISS YOU BB ILYSM YOU'RE SO AMAZING AUGHHHH IT'S SO QUIET WITHOUT YOUUUU

--- FTES:

TSUMUGI I'M SPENDING MY TIME WITH YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AUGHHHH

Even if you're plan Tsumugi, I love you so very much :3

--- TRAINING TRIO IS BACK GANGGG!!!

WE'RE BACK, WOOHOO! TRAINING TRIO IS EATING, DEVOURING, BACK, ABSOLUTELY SERVING!!!

You know what? I have energy, Im doing 100 situps with them!!! Crunches actually, I'm not THAT fit...

I gave up at 50 what the fuck Maki how are you so fast. I'll do my next 50 next training ig lol.

--- Kaito comes at the perfect time:

Maki (to Shuichi): "Did you... like Kaede?"

Kaito 5 seconds later: "Hey, were you guys making out while I was gone :D"

WAIT THEY'RE GOING AGAIN???? I'M DOING MY NEXT 50 NOW?! I BARELY RECOVERED?!

Okay I feel like crying that was so hard. But if I do it every time they train I'll become fitter and it'll get easier... I hope.

I need some Mtn.Dew-

--- Incest doesn't exist... PLEASE DON'T DO THIS RN-

WHY IS MONOTARO SPANKING MONOPHANIE?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

I HATE THIS FUCKING GAME

--- Himiko Interaction P1:

Danganronpa try not to kill off characters getting development impossible challenge.

Himiko watch your back bb you might be next, they can't let you live. Danganronpa hates giving characters development.

Ohhh! I want to train with Himiko! AH SHE'S SO CUTE DOING ALL THIS FOR TENKO AND ANGIE, I'M SO HAPPY FOR HER!

Wait, Shuichi should invite Himiko to train with Maki and Kaito! Oh that'd be so cute I love Himiko, my views on her have changed since last chapter.

--- Himiko Interactions P2:

Himiko training time! She's so cute, I'm so glad that she's becoming a better person.

*Danganronpa taking notes for Hiyoko and Ishimaru.*

Gonta is such a sweetheart, I love him.

Awe bb I love you Himiko.

"Hey, Tenko... can you see Himiko from wherever you are?" Oh my god I actually started crying y'all. Im bawling.

"You've reached her Tenko..." I'm crying. Oh my god I'm crying. Oh my god I'm crying.

ALSOOO I HAVE A THEORY!!!

--- Being so cool w/ NCR:

So yk how in Korekiyos execution, we have the ending, which is this scene with Korekiyo's sister and Monokuma:

He was happy to see her because he was a ghost, as was she, then she betrayed him and threw salt on him. This means Korekiyo is no longer a ghost, yes?

But if he became a ghost, ghosts do exist! So this means thaaaattttttt...

Tenko, Angie, Rantaro, Kaede, Ryoma, and Kirumi are all also ghosts, either haunting the academy or flying off into space or at their favourite places (as seen in the image above, a temple possibly in Korekiyos village) but Tenkos favourite place was with Himiko. So she's a ghost watching over Himiko.

Guys take notes, this is Ghost AU type shit.

That's quite comforting knowing that the ghosts are there, Kaede playing her song on the piano when Shuichi walks in.

Also: Himiko in Angies lab for her FTEs is just... awh :,)

--- Oh... (DON'T SPOIL PLEASE)

Tsumugi... are you... referencing somebody here...?

"But... the worst ones (*cosplayers*) just use the characters as stepping stones."

"Stepping stones?"

...

--- Smooth going Kaito:

"What blood type do you like?"

Oh, Kaito, I actually eat blood like the pirhanas that ate Ryoma, yeah, 100%, and I also enjoy the pink type, specifically at the thickness of ranch dressing, so that when I attack my victims of the blood gets on my clothes my fit looks aesthetic when splattered with blood. Any other questions you have for me man? No?

--- Idk what to title this:

Kokichi scary sprite ahh oh no :(

ALSO, BACK TO THE FUTURE REFERENCE IN DANGANRONPA REAL? MONOKUMA THEATRE ON THE SECOND NIGHT OF CHAPTER 4 HAS BACK TO THE FUTURE ART OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT MOVIE!

--- OH MY GEE GOLLY A VICTIM?!:

SO MY DAD CAME IN WHILE I WAS PLAYING IN THE NEO-WORLD AND MIU KEPT SWEARING-

And then her death cutscene came on and he just laughed and said "fuckin' moron" IN HER ACCENT HELPPP OH MY GODDDD BAHAHA

---

That's all bye lol I'm tired :3

[thedistantdusk]

Arcadia, Chapter 2

Here we gooooo :) Thanks again to @secretkeeper13, @accio-broom, @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey, @remedialpotions, @not-steve42, @jamezbot, @gryffindorhealer, and the majority of the HG server for their help <3

If you’ve just arriving, here is Chapter 1. :)

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D A Y  +  T W O 

He’s driving her mad. Absolutely fucking mad.

Ginny grips the hose in an attempt to water the rose bush outside their window, but her eyes are unfocused, unseeing.

This entire thing was such a terrible idea.

She should’ve insisted on another Auror as backup on her first solo mission. Someone less attractive. Someone she hadn’t shagged up one side of the Burrow and down the next.

But the request was difficult to grant in the first place. It took Ginny a full year of documentation to prove this was a necessary use of resources. Attica (and Unspeakables in general) don’t tend to be well-liked by the older Aurors, which made Harry the best fit. The only fit. Everyone— from Kingsley to Attica to even Hermione— agreed. And even aside from the sheer convenience of it all, Ginny’s years of experience with the Thought Chamber and Harry’s ability to sniff out trouble like a niffler after gold made them a brilliant combination to tackle… this.

It’s just a pity, then, that she still finds him so bloody attractive. Even though he’s become a bit of a brooding, sarcastic mess.

Ginny blinks down at the bright pink petals, their leathery flesh beaded with water droplets. Maybe the problem’s that she hasn’t spent much time around him since then. He still comes around for Sunday roast, of course, when his work schedule permits. In spite of what Mum went through, she’d never allow Harry to feel unwelcome. It’s his house as much as theirs— and yes, Ginny still lives at home. It’s the least she can do to maintain a degree of normalcy, even though everything irrevocably changed when It happened.

Ginny’s hands begin to shake around the hose; her brain starts to spiral. The Burrow is less welcoming now. Their hugs are more forced. Their family more distant. And although everyone functions on a basic human level, Ginny knows in her gut that the remaining Weasley siblings — Harry most certainly included — are still going through the motions to cope.

And maybe it’s because she really hadn’t had a libido in nearly five years, but fuck, it hasn’t taken much to come rushing back. Her thighs press together as her head fills with another series of intrusive thoughts instead. But she can’t suppress the memory of Harry emerging from the shower this morning, his top-half dripping, his bottom-half toweled. Not that it matters much, not when she knows every fucking inch of—

“I think that bush is good now!”

Ginny jumps, a string of swears springing to her lips. “I— fuck.” She turns to the unexpected voice. “Sorry! Let me—”

But Oliver from last night merely leans over to turn off the hose. “You’ll quickly learn that sort of language isn’t great for Arcadia, Jen,” he intones, finger wagging.

Years of training allow Ginny to blush in chagrin. To shove aside the telling-off she’d have provided a long, long time ago. “Sorry.” She winces. “It’s just a habit, leftover from—”

“—London, right,” he finishes, his eyes never leaving hers. “Anyway. Listen. Sharon and I would be honored if you joined us for dinner tonight.”

“Did I hear something about dinner?” Harry strolls out of the house, the door shutting behind him with a satisfying thump. “Goodie! As my wife knows, dinner is my favorite word.” He rests his chin on her head, sliding his thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans. Ginny’s heart clenches in familiarity even as her face remains placid. They agreed to all of these terms beforehand… to feign public affection. To seem utterly smitten. It’s just funny how they’ve both relied on old habits.

Ginny reckons that makes sense, though. After all, it worked for them once.

She turns towards Harry with a pout. “But Pookie Pie, I thought your favorite word was snuggles! We certainly did enough of that last night.”

Harry’s chuckle rings out with false bravado as he tucks her hair behind her ears. “We did something, all right. Not sure if snuggling is the right word for it. What do you think, Oliver?” Harry whips around to face him. “What’s your favorite word for… marital relations?” His eyebrows waggle suggestively above his glasses; Ginny stomps on his foot to keep herself from laughing.

Oliver, however, does not find them delightful. “I think this is for you. From Mike.” He points to a box that he apparently rested on the ground while Ginny was drowning the roses.

Harry bends over to pick it up. This does nothing to distract her.

“Couldn’t Mike erm…” Ginny shakes her head to clear it. “Sorry. Couldn’t he bring it over himself? He lives just—”

“Out of town on business, I’m afraid.” Oliver’s voice turns cold as he peers at Ginny again. “He won’t be back for weeks. Months, maybe.”

Ginny makes a noise of concern and rests a fist on her hip. “Huh! That’s funny. What out-of-town business could a primary school teacher possibly have?”

Oliver’s eyes narrow, but his grin remains. “Teacher business, I guess.”

“When can we speak to someone about the trampoline?” Harry blurts, slicing the tension. “I’m missing my exercise, Ollie. It’s how I stay fit. You won’t like me when I’m not exercising!”

With that, Oliver’s grin finally fades. “Well, you can ask Mr. Gogolak, but I don’t think anything will come of it. He’s available tonight from 5 o’clock to 6:13, on the dot. He lives just up there, on the corner. Anyway, I’ll be off.” He gives a parting wave and turns to walk up the drive, but Harry isn’t done.

“Not sure how we’ll manage to make that and dinner, though,” he calls. “Don’t we have to be indoors by six?”

But it seems Oliver is absolutely intent on being elsewhere, because he opts to walk backwards and yell from the street. “Of course not!” he shouts. “Six is only the move-in deadline.” Then he barks out a cruel laugh, throwing his hands in the air. “Any idiot knows that dinner starts at 7!” With that, he sends them a final glare before lumbering away, his brown loafers crunching on the pavement.

Harry and Ginny snort in unison; if Oliver hears them, he doesn’t engage.

“See you later!” Ginny confirms, ensuring it’s loud enough for him to hear. Then she drops her voice to a stage-whisper and cups her hand into a regal wave. “Hope Sharon removes that stick from your arse before dinner tonight, you miserable sack of shit. Suck my dick!”

Harry laughs. “As much as I appreciate the support, Muffin Cakes, that’s one insult that just doesn’t work when you say it.”

And Ginny doesn’t know what comes over her next… she really, really doesn’t.

Because in the blink of an eye, she’s pushed Harry against the front door with a petulant pout. The pulsing between her legs returns with humiliating swiftness; it’s a blessing, really, that Harry’s dreadful at flirting and picking up on cues. They’re in public, but this is the furthest thing from acting.

Nonetheless, Harry’s Adam’s apple bobs as her arms drape around his neck. She watches, rapt, as his eyes darken. Apart from that one slip-up last night, he’s excelled at his job… and as she leans into his hard chest, she realizes how she really feels: she's jealous. Dreadfully jealous.

How dare he be better at this? What in hell gave him the right to soak her knickers with a single look? She’s had years of professional training and a lifetime of practice, but it comes naturally to him— this pretending shit.

And for fuck’s sake… he’s a lot better at it.

“But it’s been ages since you’ve been in my knickers, Baby Bear,” she croons, batting her eyelashes. “How would you know?”

She intends it playfully. A gentle way to put him in his place. But to her surprise, something stinging and sober crosses Harry’s face.

The moment’s over… absolutely over.

In a flash, he pushes her away and gestures at the door. After you. She nods, still turned on but now confused. The whole thing reminds her of ancient history, where she waited for him after each quidditch practice and thought, wished, prayed that he’d touch her… all while hoping to God he wouldn’t.

It takes until they’re inside for her to figure out why he’s upset.

He locks the door behind them with a wave of his wand— and when he whips around, his face is twisted into such a brooding scowl that it pins her on the spot. Shit.

“It goes without saying,” Harry mutters, voice dangerously low, “that there are some things a bloke just doesn’t forget.” He lets out a deep breath, his eyelashes fluttering. “Ok?”

Oh.

Ginny’s cheeks flush as it all comes rushing back. She’s honestly forgotten how… attached he was to that ability. How much he prided himself on being able to please her. How he worshipped her body with such respectful, hushed reverence that it still features in her fantasies.

It seems there’s a limit to his acting skills, after all. A line that he just won’t cross. She should be chuffed that she got what she wanted. Instead, her stomach throbs with guilt.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, biting her lip. “I didn’t mean—”

“Forget it.” He waves his hand over his shoulder and trudges upstairs, leaving her in hollow silence.

Right.

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Mr. Gogolak crosses his left leg over his right and swirls his brandy tumbler. Between the ruddy patches on his cheeks and the way his words slip over each other, it’s not his first of the evening. Harry’s reminded of Slughorn. In the worst possible way.

“Anyway.” Gogolak waves at the massive tabbed binder to his left. “As the rules clearly stipulate, a trampoline would lead to other things. Unsavory things.” He raises his eyebrows and takes a sip.

Harry’s eyes flit around the room, trying to take it all in. The decor is… nice, he supposes, if you want every guest to be aware — beyond a shadow of a doubt— that You’ve Been Abroad, thanks. Multi-colored felt flower vases dot the floating shelves above Gogolak’s head, each a pop of color in a room that’s otherwise painfully beige. Scrolls hand-painted with renditions of Buddha and Lokta hang on the far wall. And above them… Harry cocks his head, puzzled, and tries to place where he’s seen that particular mask before.

“Of course,” Ginny agrees with a fervent nod. “We understand the need for decorum and cooperation, don’t we, Hen?”

“Where‘s that mask from?” Harry blurts, nudging his chin up.

Ginny rubs her temples in frustration, but if anything, Gogolak seems flattered.

“Oh! That.” His face flushes with pride as he takes another drink. “That’s a wrathful Mahakala mask. From Tibet! I bought it cheap off a street orphan during my last trip. Can’t say he had much need for it, what with being starving and living in the street.” His laugh booms over the sitting room.

Harry tries to focus. He’s there for Ginny. He’s there for Ginny. He’s only backup. But ah, bugger, after the other shit today it’s too much, and—

“Ha!” Harry returns his humorless laugh. “Isn’t poverty hilarious, Jen?”

There’s an anxious pause.

Ginny ends it with a fake giggle of her own. “As you can see, Mr. Gogolak, my husband is growing a bit testy without his exercise!” She nudges Harry in the ribs— hard enough to make her point, but not hard enough to hurt. “So if we could only have the trampoline, then—”

“‘Fraid not,” Gogolak slurs, peering down at his brandy again. “See, there’s a reason Arcadia has been named Best Village for so long: People simply love to live here!”

“Oh?” Ginny returns her teacup to the table. “Everyone loves to live here?” She rests her elbows on her knees, her voice dropping to a discreet whisper. “What about the people who’ve gone missing, then?”

At first, Gogolak is unperturbed. Then his smile deepens, his eyes traveling from Ginny’s face down to her chest. For fuck’s sake. This arsehole can’t be serious! Harry’s gut swirls with something visceral and protective. He wraps his arm around her shoulders as his hand inches for the wand in his back pocket. Ginny catches his hand on the way and interlaces their fingers with an almost imperceptible, “Shh.”

“Well, well, well,” Gogolak drawls, leaning back to full-on leer at her. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? Should’ve known. You’re a ginger, after all.”

Wrong answer.

“Not sure what the color of her hair has to do with her question,” Harry says stiffly. It’s the politest thing he can manage. Ginny squeezes his thigh.

Gogolak faces Harry instead, his face a mask of delighted malice. “Your wife is very beautiful, Mr. Petri,” he drawls. “You must forgive an old man for noticing.”

“Pee-tri,” Harry grouses.

Is it possible to accidentally Avada Kedavra someone with your eyes? Surely he’d be forgiven for that, yeah? He counts five deep breaths, his face burning, as he waits for Ginny to take the lead.

He’s still a bit taken aback at how quickly things changed. He thought he was irritated with her earlier, but now he realizes that frustrated is a better word. They haven’t been together in ages, but she has to know what she still does to him. It wasn’t like she’d grown less beautiful. And while he’s not proud of how things ended, he’s spent the last five years taking pride in knowing her. In being her first, as primitive and knuckle-dragging as that sounds. Because no matter how bad things were, he was always able to make her…

Yeah.

He bites the inside of his cheek. Had he deluded himself into thinking it was as good for her as it was for him?

Ginny clears her throat again. “But what of the people?” she prompts. “The missing people? Like Eric Highland, who lived in our house until last August, when—”

“Oh, him!” Gogolak booms out another uncomfortable laugh and drains the rest of his tumbler. “Well, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but—” He makes a slitting motion across his throat and pours himself another drink. “Committed suicide. Quite a mess.”

Then Gogolak stills, his eyes widening; for the first time this evening, he looks vaguely embarrassed. “Oh, but not in your home, of course!” He waves his hand dismissively. “We’d never, you know, let someone move in after that. Would affect property values, you see.”

Harry’s heart pounds in his ears as Ginny clenches his hand, for once. He wonders if he’s ever given less of a shit about property values.

Another span of uncomfortable silence stretches between them… but this one grows more furious and heated with every second. The version of her he knew before would have Bat Bogeyed this wanker before she took a breath. But everything’s different now.

“That’s… not the preferred term,” Ginny finally manages, her voice strained. Harry grips her hand more tightly; that odd rush of pride returns. He knew she’d say something. There’s not a single version of her that would let that go.

Gogolak’s brow furrows. “What do you—”

“—Took his life,” Ginny interjects, her voice ringing with the righteousness Harry only dimly recognizes from the woman he knew before. “Or died by suicide. Or had terminal depression.”

He holds her hand even tighter as she draws a deep breath, shifting in her seat. Get him, Gin. Get the bastard. Whatever you need, I’m there.

“Committed is a word that… implies a crime,” Ginny finishes. But her words sound careful now. “It just adds to the stigma that people with mental illness are problematic. Words mean things. So.”

Gogolak presses his lips into a thin line. “Forget I brought it up.”

“I will,” Ginny says coolly.

Ginny hadn’t thought much could be worse than the meeting with Mr. Gogolak. Unfortunately, dinner with Sharon and Oliver is proving her wrong.

“This is free-range chicken, of course,” Oliver drawls, gesturing towards their plates. “Got them at the organic market. Anything for health!”

They’d already been treated to iceberg lettuce salads and glasses of generic Merlot. Perhaps she should have anticipated chicken breast and rice as the thrilling main course.

Harry cuts his chicken breast with a sigh. “That’s a pity, Oliver. We all know that caged chickens are tastier!”

Ginny muffles a snort with a cough and reaches for her glass of wine.

Sharon pauses, fork mid-way to her mouth, to peer at Harry, bleary-eyed and confused. Oh, for fuck’s sake; what was it about suburbia that removed one’s ability to recognize a joke?

Oliver changes the subject before Ginny gets the chance. “Where did you two meet, anyway?” he grunts. “And how long have you been married?”

Ginny smiles, preparing the canned response they practiced for months. They met in uni through mutual friends. They both work in computers, and last year, they finally realized it was time to leave the big city.

Harry shatters all of that with three words.

“Magic camp, actually!” he announces, throwing an arm around Ginny’s shoulders.

Fuck. She analyzes her chicken with newfound intensity and tries to imagine something sad.

“Huh,” Oliver says flatly. “Wouldn’t have taken either of you for magicians.”

Sharon has the grace to act embarrassed. “Now now, love,” she chides, reaching for the breadbasket, “I’m sure people have loads of hobbies that aren’t always obvious to everyone!”

“Exactly!” Harry grins and reaches for a piece of baguette. “Besides, it’s mostly Jenny who’s mad for it. Card tricks, pulling bunnies from hats, sawing women in half. Even—” he pauses for a dramatic gasp— “magic wands! You name it, she loves it.”

“Well!” Sharon raises her eyebrows; it’s clear she’s feigning being impressed. “If I’m ever in need of disappearing something, I’ll know who to call!”

Aha! The perfect opening!

“Speaking of disappearing,” Ginny starts, as casually as possible, “we checked with Saint Julian’s Primary. It’s not true Mike left on business.”

Sharon’s smile freezes and melts with such speed that Ginny feels a pang of sympathy. Poor Sharon. She’s really just doing her best to be a pleasant hostess. It’s Oliver who has the clear ulterior motive.

The man in question takes another sip of wine, unfazed. “And why did you have interest in contacting a primary school in the first place? Bit weird for a grown adult, that.”

Harry releases another fake chuckle. “Oh, Oliver, you’re such a prankster!” He bites off some bread. “Surely you’re not turning the tables on my wife and accusing her of being the weird one. After all, all she did was ask about the whereabouts of a lovely member of our community. Right?”

He gives Oliver such an exaggerated wink that even Ginny almost believes him. “And besides…” Harry’s hand wraps around her shoulder again. “Do you reckon we should tell them?” he murmurs, voice laden with his expectation.

Ginny rolls her eyes, fully intent on a thin-lipped, silent warning about making shit up… but Harry’s earnest expression stops her. His green eyes blink behind his glasses, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. Before she knows what’s happening, one of his warm hands cups her chin while the other comes to rest on her stomach.

Oh. She sucks in a breath, her heart pounding— because for a moment, she forgets where she is. She forgets they’re faking. She forgets they split up and chose separate paths, that they weren’t looking through a portal of what could have been, should have been, before their lives turned to shit.

“Not yet, of course,” Harry murmurs, appearing for all the world like he’s drinking her in as his fingers tap at her stomach. “But soon. We hope.”

And with that, he abruptly clears his throat and turns back to the Skinners. “Anyway, that’s why we called Saint Julian’s,” Harry adds, nonchalantly as you please. “Always good to be prepared, eh?”

“Oh, how exciting!” Sharon cries, clasping her hands together. “And yes, I agree— preparedness is key.”

“Knew you’d be happy for us,” Harry says with another wink. “Quite an exciting time, I’m sure you understand.”

It’s then that Ginny finds her voice. “So. Erm,” she starts, trying to focus. “They hadn’t heard from him. Mike. The school, I mean.” She takes another sip of wine to get her bearings back. “Any idea where he could’ve gone? You understand why we’re a bit worried, especially if we’re planning to—”

“No,” Oliver snaps, nostrils flaring. Sharon’s fork clatters to her plate; if swearing were allowed in this house, Ginny’s confident she would’ve let one slip. “I don’t understand, and you’ll find that snooping isn’t a past-time I appreciate,” Oliver finishes, drawing himself up taller to puff out his chest.

Ginny lets out an incredulous chuckle. “But Oliver… this is a matter of safety. We’re worried about our neighbor.”

“Yeah, Ollie-O!” Harry clucks his tongue, relaxing further into his chair. “Perhaps Arcadia isn’t as perfect as we were led to believe.”

Oliver just fixes them both with a stern glare. “Nope,” he says flatly. The p pops. “You’re wrong. Per usual.”

For six seconds, the four of them sit in painful, frigid silence. Ginny feels Harry’s hand reach behind him… inching closer to his wand...

“Jenny!” Sharon finally chirps, her voice a falsetto. Oh, thank fuck. “I need to walk the dog. Would you join me?”

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Captain Bone’s toenails tick on the pavement as Sharon holds his lead. Ginny peers at him with unexpected affection as he prances beneath the street lights. Dogs are too high-maintenance for her to even consider, but something about this one is undeniably appealing. As if he hears her, Captain Bone turns to Ginny with a slobbery grin.

Sharon laughs. “He likes you. He’s a sucker for a pretty girl.”

Ginny scratches beneath the thick leather collar with Captain Bone emblazoned on a bronze plate. He throws his head back for more access. Poor Captain Bone. The whole collar looked horribly uncomfortable. “I like him too,” Ginny agrees as he flounces away. “I’m afraid work keeps me too busy for a dog, though.”

Sharon waves this away. “Nah. I’ve seen the way Henry stares at you.” She flashes a knowing smile as they continue strolling, side-by-side. “I reckon if you really wanted a dog, he’d oblige.”

Captain Bone halts, mid-step, and picks up his leg. Sharon removes a waste bag from her pocket.

“You’re probably right,” Ginny mutters. She’s not sure why that feels like admitting to a scandal.

Sharon sighs. “The way he looks at you. The way he touches you. Like he’s holding the whole world in his hands.” Her voice grows wistful, distant; Ginny has a feeling she’s not actually talking about Harry at all.

“Well, we are newlyweds.” Ginny mashes her kitten heel — a clothing acquisition specific to this assignment — into the pavement. “I’m erm. Sure that’ll change.”

But Sharon just stares at Captain Bone as he does his business. “Maybe,” she says softly. “But I don’t reckon Oliver ever looked at me quite like that.”

Ginny blinks at Sharon beneath the streetlight, the fluorescent throwing her features into sharp relief. Wrinkles fold the corners of her eyes. Bits of gray sprout at her scalp beneath the warm chestnut color. Her smile may have been natural once, but now it’s forced. Uneasy. Ginny grimaces. This poor woman… imagine thinking you couldn’t do better than a wanker like Oliver.

“Shit!” Sharon swears, ripping Ginny from her reverie— and soon, she sees why. Captain Bone charges down the street, his lead scraping the ground like a limp noodle. “I wasn’t holding him tightly enough,” she whispers, horrified. “I’ll have to—”

“No,” Ginny says, taking off her heels and thrusting them into Sharon’s arms. “Let me!” And with that, she’s off, bare feet slapping the pavement.

“Don’t blame you for trying to get away,” Ginny mutters, rounding a corner. “The place is bloody creepy. But next time, Captain Bone, could you do this in broad daylight? Nighttime ‘round here is—”

Wait.

Ginny stops, dead in her tracks. A weird sensation creeps over her, crawling against her skin. All the street noise vanishes. Crickets stop chirping; wind stops whistling. She looks around, panic rising in her throat, but nothing looks amiss. She can’t shake it, though… their eerie, numb ringing that fills her head, and—

Like a thunderclap, it all comes back. The faint wind returns. Bugs resume their buzzing. The electric lamppost makes a dull crackling just above her.

Weird. Very fucking weird.

Luckily, Ginny specializes in weird; in the aftermath of whatever the hell that was, she’s more confused than frightened. She takes a few more shaky steps, making every observation she can (temperature, cloud pattern, weather conditions, insect movement)... and that’s when she spies something glinting to her left. Something golden and stuffed in a storm drain.

No. Ginny’s heart pounds as she rushes over, sinking to her knees. It can’t be…

But the closer she gets, the clearer it is: Mike’s chain necklace… the medallion of Saint Julian. Right beside Captain Bone’s pretentious leather collar. For the first time, fear floods her stomach. She surreptitiously reaches for the wand tucked into her waistband. “Accio necklace.” It soars through the gate and into her hand just as Sharon’s footsteps round the corner.

Ginny shoves the necklace into her bra— and it’s only then she realizes that there must’ve been something strange and slimy hanging from it, because whatever the fuck that was is now pressed to her right nipple.

Blech. It takes every bit of her willpower not to shudder and gag. She manages to school her features into innocent concern as Sharon finally catches up.

“Well,” pants Sharon, hands on her thighs, “did you find him?”

“No,” Ginny laments, genuinely upset. She gestures towards the storm drain. “But for some reason, his collar’s down there.”

Even beneath the streetlamps, Sharon’s face turns white.

______________________________

Harry’s back muscles contract in agony as he hunches over the laptop. This whole assignment is a painful reminder that he’s not as young as he used to be. How many hours did he spend snoozing on the lawn at Hogwarts without so much as an ache? But a single bloody night on these shit couches, and he’s popping Paracetamol like sweets. He shifts in place; must be time for another dose.

“Hear anything?” Ginny emerges from the walk-in closet in a towel turban and fluffy white dressing gown, two evidence bags in her hands.

Harry glares at the laptop screen and tries very hard not to remember that one of those bags contains a lacy black bra— one he definitely hasn’t seen before. For the past hour, he’s been in an envious haze of wondering if she bought it for the mission or bought it to wear for someone else.

Either way, it consoles him that deep down, she’s still Ginny; she took this necklace and shoved it into her bra without letting on that something vile and gross was pressed to her ti—

He shakes his head to clear it, but that hurts his neck. For once, though, he embraces the pain. Anything to shift his focus.

“From the props department? No.” Harry sighs and retrieves the medicine bottle from his luggage. “I swear, I have no idea who they got to make the moving boxes and pick the couches, but I’m fairly sure Victoire could do better.”

Ginny scoffs at this. “Well, of course Vic could do better. She’s the most perfect, adorable human alive,” she says fondly, tossing the evidence bags in the transporter box.

It’s plain cardboard, easily disguised as a standard moving box. But with three taps of her wand, the bags evaporate, presumably materializing in a Ministry lab somewhere. Not that Harry cares about the specifics. This is a key example of the sort of detail that’s less and less intriguing the longer he holds this job.

“But I was actually asking if you’d heard anything about Mike and — hey, what are you doing?”

“Paracetamol,” Harry mutters, popping open the bottle. “I’m getting old, Ginny,” he warns, rising to his feet with an exaggerated grimace. “Dunno why you thought it would be a good idea to go on a mission with an old man.”

She rolls her eyes and walks into the bathroom. “You don’t need to be so bloody noble. Please join me on the bed. We could make it longer, even, if you—”

He clears his throat to cut her off. That would be a terrible idea on all counts. Silence on the other side of the door tells him that Ginny either realizes this or chooses not to press the issue. Good...

“Erm. There’s no hits on Mike,” Harry calls into the bathroom. “I reckon he’s dead, Ginny. Credit cards and car haven’t been touched.”

The tap turned on behind the door. “Can’t say I’m shocked,” Ginny admits, voice muffled, “but— holy hell, who taught you how to squeeze toothpaste?”

Harry smirks and returns to the computer. “Myself, probably.”

Ginny lets out another irritated groan. “And the toilet seat’s up!” She strides out of the bathroom. “Strike two!”

Harry hears the distinctive sound of clothing hitting the floor beside her bed but wills himself not to turn around, not to turn around, not to—

“Well.” Ginny sucks her teeth as the bedding rustles. “I suppose I should take all of that as a good sign, really. You clearly don’t have girls in and out of your flat.”

Oh?

Harry’s heart thunders in his ears, his stomach flipping in hope. She takes that as a good sign? Really? He glimpses over his shoulder before remembering he’s not supposed to look.

And just as quickly, he regrets it.

Because Ginny’s sprawled back against the bed, her face so white that she nearly blends into the linens, but his eyes aren’t too focused on her face. They’re drawn down, down, down… down to her creamy chest, dotted with chocolate freckles. Down to her breasts, which he definitely still knows every inch of, even as they rest beneath a black lace vest he hasn’t seen before. Down to the shorts that hug her hips and graze the tips of her thighs… the same thighs he spread open and dipped his head between as she tugged on his hair, her cries breathy and panting in the garden’s evening mist.

Ah, fuck. That one does it. Harry adjusts his basketball shorts as discreetly as possible, but another glimpse at her face tells him he didn’t need to worry.

“I can’t believe I said that,” she whispers, eyes filled with horror.

Harry clears his throat. He honestly forgot she said anything. Now he just feels guilty for eyeing her up while she spiraled.

“I’m so… fuck. This is so unprofessional.” She sinks her head into her hands. “Please, Harry, forget that I said anything. I’m so sorry. That was—”

“It’s forgotten,” he rumbles, his voice deeper than he realized. “Legitimately. I’ve already forgotten it.”

She shoots him a weak smile through the slits of her hands. “I know you haven’t. But thanks for saying it.”

Harry offers his best expression of bafflement as he picks up a pillow from the end of her bed. “Haven’t a clue what you mean, Unspeakable GW. See you at 0-700 hours.” He stops halfway out the door and gives her a military salute. “Unless, of course, you decide to start a bit later,” he adds seriously, “in which case I’ll see you… erm. 0-whenever-the-hell-you-wake-up-hours.”

Ginny giggles, settling against the pillows again.

“Thanks,” she says after a moment, peering at her cuticles. “For… everything. And especially for forgetting—” She makes a vague hand gesture as her cheeks flush the most fascinating shade of pink.

Harry stills, one hand on the doorknob.

He wants to make her feel better… but really, it’s more than that. He wants to tell her that his heart still jumps into his throat when he hears about an Unspeakable being injured on the job. He wants to admit that he avoids Sundays at the Burrow not because he stopped caring, but because he cares too much. He wants to confess, in a rush of passion, that she wasn’t just his first: she’s his only. That he reckons she’ll always be his only. That exchanging work for Them was the stupidest thing he ever agreed to, regardless of the circumstances.

Oh, and of course, that he still fucking loves her. Harry rubs his forehead, frustration gnawing at his stomach. Why in hell did he admit that to himself? You never admit that to yourself. What an idiot.

Still, they have a mission… a moronic, suburban mission filled with every literal and metaphorical breed of Karen imaginable. But as worthless as Harry considers this whole assignment, her neck is on the line if they come up empty-handed. And she values her assignment— and her neck, he reckons— quite a bit.

So he makes the choice to both reassure her. And to be foolishly honest.

“Erm… for what it’s worth?” Harry croaks, staring down the dark corridor to avoid meeting her eyes. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted in my bedroom, anyway.”

Before she can reply, he closes the door and walks away. His cheeks burn as he pads downstairs, but Harry knows it’s best to leave it, really. To save them both the awkwardness.

Even if it means sleeping on this shit couch forever.

[baldwin-montclair]

Baldwin’s Nightingale (Part 4)

Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC

Timeframe: Before the S1 Finale, TV Show canon only (haven’t read the books yet)

Summary: Baldwin reveals his retreat from the world to Alisha and makes a case for her to become his Nightingale.

Tag requests: @christi14 @poemfreak306 @pookie-cleary

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

The dark glass building loomed almost ominously against the Manhattan skyline as Baldwin’s car approached and entered the underground parking garage.

It was largely empty, save for a few cars.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to your apartment.”

“We did, and this isn’t. Come on, don’t want to miss the show do you?” He got out of the car but for some reason her door wouldn’t budge until he opened it for her.

“Safety lock, really? Did you honestly think I was gonna try a duck and roll in Manhattan at night?” She glared up at him but took the hand that he offered to help her out.

“No, you just don’t allow me to open doors for you and it’s irritating.”

“Just because you’re old, doesn’t give you an excuse to be old fashioned!”

“Perhaps, however, consider that I may just be trying to detect danger before exposing you to it.”

“The only danger anyone’s in is the dumbass mugger who tries to part you from the Tag Heuer around your wrist!” She admonished as he pushed the elevator button which opened automatically.

“Things have...changed, in the creature world.”

“Changed how?”

“Let’s just say I have a few more enemies today than I had yesterday.” He explained, placing a key inside the floor selection panel and punched in a code.

The elevator destination flashed PH and it was clear they were headed to the top.

“No offence, but they’re not after me.”

“They will be. When I don’t provide the information they’re looking for, they’ll harm those I care for.”

“Like who?

“Well, they wouldn’t dare so much as look at Ysabeau or Marthe the wrong way, regardless my involvement and my nephew’s safe enough with a small army under him.”

“You don’t care for your brother?” She asked.

“The information they want relates to his location.”

She was surprised by his candid relating of events.

“You should speak with Michael when you return home, it’s all common gossip now, he should be able to tell you everything.”

Three steps forward and two back.

He wasn’t sharing anything she couldn’t discover elsewhere and she felt disappointed and slightly foolish for believing she’d somehow cracked his exterior a fraction.

After a moment of silence she felt him grasp her hand in his.

“I do care about Matthew, I’m even slightly concerned about the Witch, Diana, given where they’ve gone.”

“Baldwin-”

“But I care for you also. They’re beyond my protection, you are not.”

His frank confession shocked her more than the view that met her eyes when the elevator door opened.

“Come on.” He led her into the spartan space. In the centre of the room sat a large, comfortable armchair with a small antique table at the side.

“What is this place?” She asked, puzzled as the glass ceiling rolled back at an angle and she was looking at a fairly large portion of the night sky but it was much darker and the stars were easier to see.

“There’s only one chair.” She stated, an observation more than a complaint.

“Observant little Nightingale aren’t you?” He teased.

“I’m not-“ she started, trying to ignore just how wholly into being called that by him she was.

“I was simply returning the favour from your ‘old’ comment!” He answered, slipping out of his coat before hanging it up on a coat stand.

“Wow, he does joke!” She grinned as he approached and slowly unbuttoned the fasteners on her coat for her, whilst meeting her gaze.

“Turn around.” He told her and she did, without thinking.

He stepped closer behind her and slipped the garment from her shoulders.

“It seems you’re not as against the title as you claim!” He spoke quietly but the proximity to her ear made her shiver.

“Is there any other furniture in here?” She asked when he moved away.

“I’m sure we can improvise.” He answered and she turned to see him remove his suit jacket, revealing the shirt and waistcoat underneath.

His tie was even loosened slightly and the stiff collar was unfastened by the top shirt button. Baldwin looked almost relaxed like this and Alisha certainly approved of the view of him pouring a golden liquid from a decanter into two glasses.

The black wall had looked solid but it actually seemed to contain various cupboards, cavities and even the table where Baldwin was now topping up both glasses from a metallic water jug.

“I can sense you watching me,” he spoke without looking up, “making sure I’m not about to attack?”

This was a much better explanation than the actual reason.

“No, just wondering what you’re pouring if not wine.” She explained before he handed her a glass.

“You believe we only drink wine?”

“Not ‘only’ wine but yeah, pretty much.” She answered, taking a drink and realising it was actually a Scotch, pretty strong one.

“Mmm, that’s a cask strength, right?” She asked.

“It is, aged fifty years, no dilution from barrel to bottle.”

“Please tell me this is not a Glenfiddich!” She demanded.

“It is actually, you have a developed taste for Scotch!” He looked puzzled when she continued to stare in horror.

“What’s wrong, do you not like it?”

“Like it? It’s fucking amazing but that sip I took was worth more than this month’s wages!”

He rolled his eyes at her admonishment of his frivolous spending.

“Can I ask why you did not simply order a scotch back at the bar?”

“The fact you’re asking tells me you already have a theory.” She took another drink and inhaled the smoky scent of the long aged liquor.

“I have my suspicions.” He told her as he took a seat in the armchair, studying her, considering his next move like a chess master.

This too was a very attractive sight, glass in hand, sleeves rolled up to just passed his watch as he held out the other in her direction.

“I’m sure you do.” She accepted and allowed him to pull her closer until he was sitting forward and she was standing directly in front of him when he pointedly placed both of their glasses on the small table.

“How’s the knee?” He asked, allowing the back of his hand to slowly graze from her ankle to the hem of her dress.

“It’s fine.” She managed through an increasingly dry throat.

“Show me.”

Alisha could actually feel the blood pool in her cheeks under his close attention.

When she leant down to lift the hem, their lips were tantalisingly close but Baldwin kept his gaze on the almost healed cut. She watched as he leant down and placed a light kiss over the area, making her breath hitch in her throat.

“Baldwin...” she shook her head as though shaking the spell off.

“Yes?”

“I already know you’re wealthy, and powerful, so if this place was meant to convince me of that-“

“It wasn’t,” he assured, “do you know what today is?”

“Thursday?”

“Also, the Zenith of the Leonids meteor shower, and we have the perfect view.”

“Seriously?”

“Look.” He nodded to something behind her and she turned just in time to catch a streak of light.

Baldwin placed his hands on her waist and guided her back until she was seated in his lap with her back against his chest.

“You said you wouldn’t be a ‘Caged Nightingale’, I wanted to show you the view from that cage before you made your mind up.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m giving you this apartment, I purchased it with no paper trail, any real-estate I show interest in now could be a target, nobody knows about this place.”

“But you fitted this place out specifically for you.” She answered, shifting her position slightly to look at him.

“And when I’m in New York, I’ll get the benefit of sharing this with you.” He replied, cupping her face in his hand.

“Baldwin, I can’t accept this, it’s too much!”

“I don’t expect or want an answer right away. Unfortunately I’ve been called back to Venice, shouldn’t be more than a few days, it will give you time to think.”

“When do you leave?”

“Have to be at the airport in two hours.”

“Probably best I think about it.” She agreed, trying to hide the disappointment in her face and voice.

“In the meantime, that last one was lucky, you’re looking in the wrong place.” He teased, brushing her hair from the right side of her neck.

“Have you ever watched a meteor shower?”

“Nope, I’ve always lived in a high light pollution area, parents weren’t really science minded and Michael’s more art aligned. I just never got round to it.”

“Then it’s my pleasure to show you, right there,” he pointed at a collection of stars, “keep your eyes on that part of the sky.” He shifted backwards backwards in the chair, giving her more room to comfortably sit with his legs at either side of her.

“There’s another one!” She grinned widely.

“Are you counting?” He asked with a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Should I be?” The change in position meant that she could turn her head to took at him.

He quirked his head to the side for a moment and reached up to run a finger from her temple, down her cheek and along her jaw to stop at her chin and tilted it to make her mouth more accessible.

“You are now.”

This kiss was not the same as the one on the street. This one strayed, from her mouth to her neck and along her shoulder then back to her ear.

“Keep counting them, and if you miss, I stop.” He explained, his hand brushing the light strap of her dress down her shoulder as his other hand came to rest on her waist

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

“Three!” Was the answer he received, her way of playing his game.

In response, he slid his hand down the front of her dress, the coldness in contact with her nipple made her gasp a little, her eyes almost fluttering closed until she remembered her task.

The hand that was on her waist moved slowly, torturously, to her hip and down further, to rest just on her thigh.

“Four.”

“I want to touch you but you have to let me in Alisha.” She nodded slowly, and shyly, she opened up for him.

He was still in no rush, preferring instead to tease her by starting halfway up the inside of her thigh, his cool fingers trailing slowly towards her underwear until he could go no further without deepening the intimacy.

“Five.” Her voice was full of anticipation and when he finally placed two fingers against her already sensitive nerve bundle, she had to rest her head back against his shoulder just to focus on both the pleasure and the stars.

By the time she reached eight, he’d coaxed the most delightful sounds from her body and, satiated, she turned and kissed him deeply.

“Your turn.” She reached for his fly but he caught her hand.

“Next time. Tonight was for you, something to consider or a pleasant memory if you decide otherwise.”

“Not used to being told what to do, maybe I like it.” She confessed shyly.

“You might not desire a cage but you do sing as sweet as a songbird.”

“Shut up!” She giggled with embarrassment.

“Our time, it would appear, is at an end.” He stated, helping to replace the strap of her dress.

“Already?”

“Unfortunately yes, have to account for traffic.“ He explained, scooting her up and helping to steady her shaking legs.

“It’s past 2am!” She argued, still in post orgasm attachment.

“Which is why I want you to stay here tonight.” He told her as he slipped on his jacket and coat.

“Sleep on the floor?”

“No, I had the fridge stocked,” he opened the panel to show her a large, full fridge of juice, vegetables and cold meats, “the bedroom is made up for you, as is the washroom, shower room.”

“Wait, there’s a bedroom and you didn’t mention it?”

“Complaining?”

“No! That was...not complaining.”

“Your Mobile?”

“My...”

“Your Cell?”

She retrieved it from her coat, punched in the code and handed it to him, watching him type in some numbers before handing it back.

“My contact details are in there, as are Christina’s, call her when you want picked up tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She shrugged and he caught her face in his hands.

“Don’t shrug, tell me you will call her.”

“I will call her.” She assured him and, satisfied, he leant down to place one last, long and slow kiss on her lips before heading out the door.

She noticed the glasses still on the table, and shook her head at the tragic waste, deciding it would be too awful if it went unappreciated. Pouring the contents of one glass into the other, she resumed her watch of the night sky.

————

PART 5

[canoncannon]

Desus prompt: but pookie...

Thank you for the prompt, and I’m SO SO sorry it took this long

Carol was glad, for once, to be on guard duty, because otherwise someone might have shot Daryl as he crashed through the underbrush on his way to the gate. The man threw himself towards The Kingdom like a Georgia thunderstorm.

“What’s wrong?” she asked once Nabila let him in.

“Nothing. Everyone’s fine.” He shrugged her off quickly, barely submitting to the usual forehead kiss. “Just… thinking I might stay here awhile, if your man gives the ok.”

He hadn’t mentioned a word about moving when she’d been at Hilltop the previous week. “But pookie…"

“Did I miss lunch?” Daryl interrupted gruffly, readjusting his bag on his shoulder. “Forgot to pack food for the road and I left before breakfast. I’m fucking starving.”

Carol watched him walk towards the kitchens. He must have left Hilltop in a hurry.

She wondered how badly she was going to have to hurt Paul Rovia.

—

In Paul’s view, things had been going great.

Ever since Alex started dating Wes, Paul had been grumpy. Sarcastic. Irritable.

Sexually frustrated, not to put too fine a point on it. And maybe a little lonely.

But Daryl… what he had with Daryl was even better than his on-again, off-again drama with Alex.

That truth was hard for Paul to parse. He was friends with Alex; he was friends with Daryl. He liked spending time with both of them. And Daryl was inexperienced, shy, not skilled like Alex—yet Paul enjoyed being with him so much more. They clicked.

Then, after their fifth or so time getting each other off, Daryl had gone and ruined it.

—

“You want to tell me what happened?”

“Whaddaya mean?” Daryl replied, mouth half-full of chicken. He sucked the juice off his fingers, probably trying to annoy her into leaving him alone.

Carol barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “I thought you and Jesus-”

“Nah.”

“Pookie…” she said hesitantly, a little thrown by how sharply he shut her down. “It was pretty obvious.”

Daryl snorted. “You mean I was obvious,” he said, not pausing in eating his chicken. Not meeting her eyes.

Cocking her head, Carol stayed quiet. Sometimes Daryl would keep talking if you gave him time.

It worked, sort of. “Weren’t nothing serious,” Daryl said eventually.

To anyone who didn’t know him like Carol did, he would have sounded perfectly collected and detached.

Carol knew she couldn’t actually kill Paul, but she still wondered idly how upset Zeke would be if she took Shiva on a trip to Hilltop.

–

They were laying in bed, holding hands, and Paul had just given Daryl his first ever blowjob. Daryl had been a complete mess, looking and sounding like it was a religious experience as he shook and shouted. Minutes later, he was still having trouble forming words.

Paul couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this happy.

“You’re… this is…” Daryl paused, clearly frustrated. “I want- I wanna do this again. Keep doing this, I mean.”

“Me, too.”

Daryl frowned at him. “I mean on purpose, though. I wanna… wanna go out with you.” He said the last words quickly, under his breath, but Paul still heard it.

His heart started pounding unpleasantly, his hand in Daryl’s feeling sweaty and heavy.

He liked Daryl. Of course he did. But it hadn’t even been two weeks. That was fast, right? Dating—whatever that meant in this world—“going out” after a few handjobs… that was objectively fast. He and Alex had fucked for months without having this talk.

So Paul went with his knee-jerk reaction: to laugh it off. "Go out where? Not a lot of places to go dancing anymore. Can’t really grab dinner and a movie.”

Daryl just blinked, confused hurt blooming on his face between breaths. Then he nodded, stoic again. “Yeah. Guess not.”

After a long, silent pause, the archer stood and pulled on his clothes.

Paul tried not to envision him as a kicked puppy, but the way Daryl slunk out of the trailer was hard to ignore.

—

Back on gate duty after her lunch break, Carol glared when Paul Rovia stepped out of brush, disheveled and breathless. She held up her rifle even as the other guard called out a greeting.

“Is he here?” Jesus asked, just the right side of desperate.

Lowering her rifle slowly, still glaring, Carol motioned for Nabila to let him in.

(Part Two is here)

[unsocialspecies]

Jeffrey and his dear ol ma and pa find a sleepy little hotel in some small town on theyr way to see cousin randall up north young jeff has been against the trip from the start he says it interferes with his partying and he doesn’t really relate to people who sleep. As his parents drift off and he is left to his thoughts his mind begins to race. He finds the down time unbearable and hes nearly chewed a hole threw his tounge. Suddenly he bolts upright in bed He turns to where his parents are sleeping and yells “yo dad psssst pops where the party at?   what the hell you sleepin for are you a lazy fuckin bum or something??” His father a costumed to jeffs shenanigans calmly retorts back “Son shut your fucking mouth its 1 a.m” Damn … well I tried. Jeff says to himself as he lays back down. Thoughts of hoodrat shit le cigarettes honkey tonks and hangin with blue collar gentlemen and rollin bolo back home streak across his mind he remembers the good times digging through trash staring at radio tower lights all night with ol boy Jr all the lurpage that’s going on back at the trap without him and all the fun hes missing out on. Fuck it he swings out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom “ight pops get to sleep you lazy fuck ill be in the bathroom probably jerkin my gerkin till sunrise Oh  ill try to act surprised when you bust in at 3am to take a piss but no promises after the 4th time it loses its excitement and after the last one remember when I was trying to hit a bolo and slap my sausage at the same time well it just want the same . After that I kinda just put it off as one of those thing that happen Anyway if you ever decide to stop being lame and show some interest in the finer things in this life well you know where to find me I got the firest dope in the whole trailer park this shit will fuuuuuck your whole life it aint dope if it doesn’t make you regret all your life choices take a hit of this and you will come out of your zone 5 years later  you will notice your in an  r.v and theres pictures hanging up of you and a dog eating wedding cake together you are wearing a huge white  dress but whats this .. No it couldn’t be the dog is in a tux and you realize that dog in the picture that dog eating cake with you …That’s now your husband and that’s when it hits you … you realize how good that fucking dope was and your like duuuude im so glad my son let me party with him that night so dad in conclusion come on don’t you wanna have some good friendly fun with crystal meth . Jeffs father has become a bit triggered after hearing another weird fucking story that  probably came about from some fucked  hallucination jeff accidentally filed under reality  Jeffs dad says “Son im not and I never ever will join in on your weird fucked up activities iv seen enough I don’t want to dabble in anymore of your tweakery than I have to”              Well dad that’s on you and if those are the kind of selfish choices you want to make in life then I cant tell you what to do just remember im not mad im just disappointed now give me the wifi password so I can go set up  headquarters and get some videos buffered up its gonna be long night nuts don’t bust themselves it’s a lot of hard work and blood and sweat and tears. Jeff grabs the wifi password and locks himself in the bathroom. AHHHHH bliss I should get paid for this he chuckles to himself before getting down to business first things first he pulls out his pookie and blows the fattest cloud on record. Then its time. He is focused like hes on a mission from god. After he stretches and gets in the zone The suddle slapping of a monkey is the only noise heard throughout the night. Hours pass by but to jeff time is only made up it does not exist in his reality A thump against the door startles him out of focus and breaks the steady pattern of fapping goddamit jeff whispers . the door crashes open as his dad comes in rubs his eyes and realizes whats going on  “oh for god sake  son  your gonna rub your godamn dick off at this rate if you spent as much time collecting pennies off the ground  as you do peddlin on your pecker iv swear Iv become numb to all this shit I ll probably walk in next time and you will be bent over the sink reaching an arm back fingerboppin your asshole what do you wan… Dad …dad jeff interrupts his fathers breakdown to ask an important question  “WHAT???!!! JEFF what is it” uhhhhh I wanted to ask you if it was normal for a shaft to go numb…. Not me though my penis is healthy . Im asking for a friend. jeffs father has a distant stare on his face as he shakes his head slowly back in forth and scratches at his hair “OK YOU WIN JEFF never have I heard of anyone BOMBING THE FUGGIN universe as much as you have in one day every time I think it cant get anymore disappointing you proceed to bypass your previous shame by miles. You are the definition of a terminal illness growing like a godamn tumor. Don’t get up from your throne I wouldn’t wanna come between you and the only true passion iv ever seen you have for anything. Ill just piss outside oh and to let you in on a little something something your mom explained last night her growing dislike towards you its not about the drugs or trannies you brought to grandmas last month its “THAT stupid fucking look on your face  your always making she cant stand it   and if it continues to intrude on her life she will have to take a hammer and bash it until it caves in on itself the bright side is we can go to the Halloween store and pick you out a mask. Think of it like that show where they tear apart those shitty houses and make them look amazing…. But hey maybe it wont come to that just practice in the mirror son try really hard to not look retarded I know just be strong if anything just think about that Halloween mask you will get to wear. Jeff sighs…. Oh my good godamn I see how it is I figured something was fishy but didn’t look into it due to a mix up in differentiating between pychosis and  my incredible intuition. see I pick up on small things that the normal person would never even think about but due to paranoia and sleep deprivation sometimes I just confuse red flags as my own made up dellusion. Ya know whaa….But there was no point explaining the situation to his dad for the old man must of  lost focus and walked off right at the beginning…. Well some people just don’t function  on this high of a brain frequency  almost makes ya feel sorry for em. They cant help being fools. Oh well I got other shit to take care of important stuff . He quickly makes a calculation in his head and decides if he cannot climax by sun up he will go to the doctor but  150 google searches 300 different adult websites and an undetermined number of computer viruses Young jeff finaly got the sweet satisfaction he had set out to find he let out a sigh of relief although it was short lived  because as soon as his heels touched back down on the bathroom floor his legs both cramped and jeff let out a horrific scream as he crumbled to the ground. after dragging the lower half of his body across the bathroom and crawling over into the bathtub he dove deep into his mind body and spirit….. Bingo “ I should just sit next time im whoopin the worm that way my legs don’t get weak and I don’t lose feeling in my lower extremities  next time I bust a nut” suddenly he felt a lot better about things see most people wouldn’t take the time to figure out why life dealt such a hard blow but not jeff he took in every factor anlysed the situation and he aint gonna make the same mistake more than maybe 3 times .  So there he sat waiting for his leg muscles to return to the correct places. Hmmmmm “you like that you like it when people get injured while jerking off as you watch the whole thing and laugh about later with your no good hippie step son”!!!he began pondering the existence of god   he flipped his pecker like some toy from a souvenir shop it helped him think smarter he wondered if even though he had no faith in the holy spirit and was not a believer why it felt so good to talk shit to god  maybe im having a spiritual awakening or just need somebody to blame. Ah maybe I should pray perhaps prayer is just another  method of begging .The man upstairs sounds like the haggling type of son a bitch maybe hes into horse trades. Then jeff did something he aint never done before he bowed his head stopped playing with his damn pecker put his hands together and prayed “Lord I don’t know if your listening but im in some trouble nothing too bad but… just please if you hear this gimme some feeling in my legs back I learned my lesson I heard somewhere theres no choking the chicken in heaven I know it cant be true though because what would heaven be if you couldn’t beat your meat every now and again. Anyway maybe that whole leg cramp thing was a god given sign of some sort but it was totally unnecessary now Iv not been on too good terms with you because back a couple months or so when I lost that portable dvd player under a truck wheel in the driveway and getting crushed. I blamed joe joe bean for the longest time but considering the holy spirit in charge of shit around here is you I figure you’re the sorry son a bitch that put joe joe up to something like that.