#Man.. my oblivious lime..

[goldenguillotines]

the lil silly..

[frillydolle]

More of mean Arthur plssss😋😋😋

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟　 very lowhonour　 agegap(he's older)　 hes possessive?　 you're slightly oblivious　 mdni suggestive themes near the end　 a.m ౨ৎ ⋆ ｡ ˚

arthur finally had enough of camp, enough of clemens point, that he had you strung along with him to go to the saloon in rhodes. of course, you were excited because you've never really left the camp grounds since the blackwater planning. you overheard sean talking loudly about much of a pretty town rhodes is. how the town bas its own gunsmith, general store, butcher, post office, sheriff's office and even a church. so obviously you were happy enough to go anything to leave the stress of camp. arthurs plan was just to finally have time to himself.. and his woman.

“'s so nice in here, arthur!”

“'nd filled with fellers so y'better stay close, understand?”

and that you did. you stayed close as you walked in with him. only for arthur to wrap his thick arm around your waist, letting the other folk know that you were spoken for. arthur gave a small nod towards you, indicating that you pick a table to sit and you follow suit. while you waited for him to come back, you flattened out your skirt and tucked your shirt a little more. the saloon was lively as ever! folks were having fun as they're drinking, laughing, dancing, it was a lovely sight to see, catching yourself smiling at the thought.

“hi there, doll. how're ya?”

you looked up, expecting to see arthur back, and then it wasn't him, but a very older man who was sitting very close to you. although, he seemed a little... gross, but he seemed nice enough to talk to, just until arthur came back. that's fine, right? the man seemed okay despite his flirting limes that you were completely oblivious to.

“yer a pretty one, honey.. a man like me could have ya enjoy yerself.”

“lemme show ya how to enjoy yerself, sugar.”

“are ya spoken for, sweetheart?”

only that caught you off guard, taking the rose coloured glasses off to realise what the man really wanted. but before you could say reply with some sweet words to get him off ur back, a certain cowboy came to ur rescue─

“pardon me, fellar, but are you talkin' to my woman?” your back straighten almost instandly, like you got caught doing something bad. that was a tone you were familiar with, the tome he'd used to threaten and intimadate another. the tone he used when pent-up anger was coursing through his bones. surely the other man wanted no trouble, everyone by now knew about arthur and his temper. “she was sittin' alone, 'nd who leaves a pretty woman all by hersel'?”

god, what an awful fool.

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“arthur─ arthur, 'm sorry─ i didn't realise he was flirtin' with me!” you protest while he practically drags you up the stairs to your paid room, not without leaving that man to a bloody mess, of course. you didn't know he was flirting with you, really! he just seemed like a nice fella.. he was sitting close, yes, but that could mean anything. “c'mon girl, i know you ain't that stupid, are ya? y'knew exactly what he was doin, 'nd yer were most into it, too.”

although you let him drag you up to your shared room, he was always so cruel when he was one of these moods, never thought before he spoke, ever. he was always so so mean, and he'd never apologise. well, unless he saw you sob in front of him, only then.. he might apologise, but then again, he might. ye thought you looked pretty when you cried.

and so he manhandled you onto his lap, his iron grip against your hips might leave you a big bruise or two but you didn't mind too much, too focused on getting your older boyfriend to calm down just slightly. “arthur... y'know i love you, that man was just w big ol' fool, drunken fellers like that don't know what they're sayin'.” you say softly, trying to ease out his temper. “well he wasn't getting quiite touchy, i aint like that. he would've done more t'ya if it werent fir me.”

“maybe i should remind me how no other man is gonna love ya like i do, hm?”

[aggro-my-beloved]

Angel Face → David Shaw x Reader Imagine

note: i can’t write a grumpy david shaw i’m sorry he’s like .03% tsundere in this re-imagined meet cute between him and angel and his anger isn’t even directed towards them. i’ll be leaving a poll at the end for which paring you’d like me to write for next in this scenario. please like and reblog as it’d really mean a lot!

pairing: david shaw x gn!reader

summary: solstice bar is packed tonight for an up-and-coming performance by a local band, and security guard david is left as a stand-in for the usual bartender. just when he thinks he’s at his wit’s end, a stranger in desperate need of conversation and something to soothe their nerves makes this shifter’s thursday a bit more tolerable.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mild swearing, damn crew as frat bois and other shenanigans

wc: 2.1k

estimated reading time: 10.5 mins

“Welcome to Solstice!” 

At a certain point in the night, the patron’s slurred chattering morphs into white noise for David’s ears. While manning the bar, beckons and calls for another round are less distinguishable but still audible if he concentrates hard enough. 

“Kitchen’s closed!” 

“Soda or seltzer?” 

“Special is a…” he turns the still full bottle on the center of the bar to face him. “A Port Charlotte single malt whiskey. You in?” Seconds later, he heaves a mix between a grumble and a sigh. “Course not.” 

“I said the kitchen’s closed!” 

“Try saying it louder,” chortles Milo. His dark stature barrels through the swinging door leading to the kitchen, behind the bar. Amidst his rapid collecting of fingerprint-stamped brandy bowls and red-kissed crystal stems, his hand flies up to release his chestnut waves from the hairnet securing them. “Don’t think they heard you the seventeenth time.” 

“Remind me why I agreed to pick up a Thursday for Sam. I never work Thursdays.” David raises his voice the farther Milo retreats into the kitchen. The clinks of glasses tickle his ears but do little to nothing to ease his nerves. The cook returns with a pristine array of cocktail glasses sat on a black tray. If there’s anything David admires more than his colleague’s house-made wings, it’s how he can make the same dingy glasses sparkle night after night with a quick wash. 

“Because…” he sets down the tray carefully on the open bar space perpendicular to David, in between the ripened limes he prepped hours ago, and the beer taps. “Ash and his band finally wrote enough decent songs for a gig here and we agreed to be here tonight to support him.” What Milo didn’t know is that the extra tips made between David and Asher tonight were in contribution to the soot-covered kitchen drawers at their home–courtesy of the main act’s drummer insisting he fulfill his oatmeal craving. There wasn’t a chance in hell those two were getting the security deposit back, not if the cherry-oak wood soaked in gray and smelling of cinder and their landlord’s new vendetta had anything to say about it. The two shifters were already ripped a new one last week for their scratch marks on the recently renovated hardwood flooring, which they credited to “dog sitting for a friend.”

“And no more animals!” The unempowered and oblivious landlord scolds them, red in the face. 

“Yes sir.” They reply in unison.

Ash tries choking down a smug laugh and fails miserably. David smacks him on his chest. 

Milo grabs a handful of peanuts from a stray bowl set aside to be washed, and pops them in his mouth, savoring the salt dancing on his taste buds. “Also,” he makes out through munches, “Sam’s out tonight from sun poisoning.”

David scoffs at this. “So he says. Tank was flirting with him so much last night, I could hear them from my post at the front giving stamps.” The promises of what his younger sibling would do to the fanged creature behind closed doors cued David to shudder. Before disappearing behind the kitchen door once again, Milo quips:

“Better hearing it than smelling it.” David refuses to ask the cook to elaborate and instead shifts his attention to the front entrance, where drunken yells and chants resound. His lips curl down in a fierce scowl as the melded odor of sweat and liquor becomes six bodies more pungent. Like a cavalry, they march in with arms looped through one another’s to keep stable. If the young faces weren’t already a dead giveaway for what would be in store for David tonight, their tacky shirts did enough talking. Each one color-coordinated for a significance the man was too exhausted to mull over, but all reading: “Straight Outta D.A.M.N” in giant, bold font. 

“You’ve gotta be shitting me–Hey, Milo, were you just not gonna tell me it’s the E and E’s Annual Frat Bar Crawl tonight? Because that’s a pretty fucked up thing to do to a bartending security guard!” 

“What!” Milo’s accented shriek rings through the building, and he peeks his head out of the aluminum swing door to view the staggering group of drunkards for himself. “Ah, fuckin’ hell..” He fully steps out from behind the door and cups his hands around his mouth. “Hey, hammered frat dudes!” A couple of heads from the group turn in his direction. “Yeah, you guys! Kitchen’s closed!” He turns to pat David on the back of his shoulder, over the white rag he’d been drying glasses and countertops with all night. “You got this, buddy.”

“Uh uh, I don’t think so.” The man shakes his head in disbelief, and a chorus of whines echo from the group of empowered frat members. One brave soul steps forward, the beefiest of them all. He dons a shamrock green shirt with the sleeves (poorly) cut off and a pleading set of eyes. His deep voice floats to the bar from where he stands, almost devastated. “Even for fries?” 

Milo is halfway through his strut back into the kitchen but is halted by David’s hand gripping his shoulder. “Even for fries, Milo?” The man cocks his head to the side, jutting out his bottom lip in a pout. They both knew why he was playing so coyly; resorting to the rarely used puppy dog eyes; mimicking the man’s tone from moments before. It was the same reason they consulted Asher’s band to play tonight. As much as either of them try to deny it, the bar needs the business. And if Sam’s claims during their Super Smash Bros tournament from weeks beforehand weren’t all talk, he’d hate to see what the vampire could do with just a walker and pure unbridled rage at tonight’s numbers. 

Through gritted teeth, the shorter of the two mutters something about putting his hairnet back on before continuing his journey to the clean fryers. 

“Come on in, people!” He waves a hesitant arm in his direction, encouraging the clan to venture further. The solemn whines morph into cheers as they proceed their march to the bar.  Though he was dreading it at first, the orders were easy enough. Bud Lite, Rum and Coke, two more Bud Lites, another Rum and Coke, and a Mojito. In addition to this, anungodly amount of fries, but that is for Milo to deal with. 

Halfway through the intoxicated army's orders, he spots a straggler trying to squeeze through the ever-growing crowd anticipating their next round and tonight’s show from the local, up-and-coming Howl’s Highway. Asher thinks the name is awesome. David thinks it’s one step closer to breaching covert to several unempowered beings who may be wandering into Dalia from out of town. They agree to disagree.

“Excuse me,” the voice croaks. “Sorry.” It pipes up every few seconds, complemented by the sight of shuffling bodies. Finally, a face pops up before him, splotched with red and with bloodshot eyes, but not from any addictive or bitter-tasting substance, other than heartbreak. David can sense their aura with the proximity. They are devastated, even more so than the student begging for a plate of fries. 

“Evening, Angel. What can I get for you?” The patron’s mouth falls open, and without intent, David does the same. He was never fond of pet names at the bar, rather he viewed it unprofessional as much as he did embarrassing. This is why Sam mans the bar, and he manhandles the bastards before they can order a drink. But no, tonight he needs to strip off the leather jacket and tough exterior and ask himself: what would Sam do? 

I can name someone. 

Milo, politely get the fuck out of my head and cook your goddamn–

“Uh…” The unempowered stranger gnaws on their bottom lip in thought. 

“Hey man, we weren’t through ordering!” His mouth retraces the snarl from earlier, and he apologetically directs his attention away from the distressed figure and to another fart member. The most inebriated and demanding of them all, if David had to guess from his words coming out like fondue. This one had a red shirt and an overall bad attitude. 

“Ah,” he holds a finger up, allowing the man to pause. “Let me take their order, and I’ll come back to you, okay?” He offers a thumbs up to the man, hoping this will mollify him. 

“No, not okay.” He crosses his arms, a newfound flame lit in his eyes. Oh great, just when I thought I was done putting out fires this week. Now the red shirt makes sense–fire elemental. “We were here first-“

He hopes for his friends’ sakes, he’s much more pleasant sober. 

“Dames,” Greenie butts into the argument. The one in red simmers down at the feeling of the large hand resting on the small of his back and drawing gentle circles. “It’s alright, he’ll only be a minute.”

“Y-yeah, maybe we can go find some uh–some good seats for the band tonight and come back?” A meek voice offers. He’s hidden behind the other members of the group, all that is visible of him is a pair of round frames and a flash of gray on his upper body. Similar to how they breached the entrance of the place, the squad links arms to continue their journey deeper into the crowd.

 

“God, those were some tacky shirts. Straight Outta DAMN? What does that even mean?” The newest customer shakes their head in disgust as they eye the backside of the frat disappearing into the sea of bodies. “Seems like you’ve got your work cut out for you tonight.” 

“Who, the Bud Lite bunch?” He waves a hand nonchalantly. “We get ten of those on nights like these.” 

“Well, I hope that was your tenth and final bunch of the night. I don’t do too well around rowdy people.” 

“So what brings you to one of the most packed bars in town tonight?” David quirks a brow at the stranger. 

“Well, the pictures online made it seem a lot less busy.” They rub the back of their neck with a sheepish smile coating their face. “I just needed to get away from…I got dumped tonight and wanted to drown my sorrows.” David tries not to be offended by how invisible they are to the public and the stranger’s acknowledgment of it. The bigger chains are killing them. More recently, they’re treading on the outskirts of Dalia and monopolizing over each empty plot of land they deem a cash cow.

“Your wish is my command. What’ll it be?” David crosses his arms, causing his muscular arms to bulge against the thin fabric of his white tee. Simultaneously, the hem of his shirt rides up to reveal a very tan, very toned v-line vulnerable to the wandering eyes of the one sitting before him. They try not to make it obvious. Menu, eyes, menu, abs, arms, back to menu. 

“Maybe an Espresso Martini?” They peer up to lock eyes with him again. Truthfully, they hadn’t read a description of any drink on the list and were taking a lucky guess. 

A few seconds of silence transpire before David responds firmly. “No.” They almost choke in disbelief, and their heart rate picks up.  

“Pardon?” 

“You need something stronger.” He decides, ultimately picking up a few bottles that the dejected newbie couldn’t decipher the labels of. Their eyebrows stay furrowed as David fills the cobbler shaker with a handful of ice cubes and a generous amount of liquor. 

“C’mon, trust me. What’s in here,” he shakes the stainless steel vigorously for emphasis, “ain’t gonna kill you.” 

“I think a hole-in-the-wall bar is the last place I should be told to trust  a stranger.” David considers this and hums. 

“I think the alley in the back of this place might take the cake.” Wiggling in the leather barstool from anticipation, their eyes stay concentrated on the clear glass as a slow strain of amber liquid occupies it. Before sliding it to their side of the bar, David is sure to garnish it with some orange zest.

“Go ahead, it’s on the house,” David smirks, before retreating to the kitchen to help Milo plate the heaps of fries. 

“For real? No, I have to owe something.” 

“It’s a new recipe. I wouldn’t even know what to charge you.” The man admits. “Go on,” he insists, prior to disappearing behind the swing door and being greeted with Milo’s sassy commentary on how David’s going to be working overtime to help him clean tonight. 

As the cook is balancing plates onto his arms, he hardly feels the burn of ceramic against his arms. For all his senses are concentrated on his new patron–more specifically, the sound of them sipping his innovation and a delightful hum leaving their lips. 

“Damn, that’s good.” 

He ponders shortly after, amidst delivering fries to the ravenous elemental crew, I think I’ll call it Angel Face.

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[bambiiflowers]

Chapter 4. Test

A solid start. A small conversation. An exchange of smiles. You asked my name, and then you smiled at me like I was worth smiling at. Fuck this? No, fuck that. The self-pity, the whining, the waiting for the universe to do the heavy lifting. I’m done with that. You’re too important, too rare. And me? I’m good to go. I’m ready. I’ve spent weeks Cassie, weeks learning how to read you, peeling off your layers like a perfectly wrapped present. You think I don’t see you, but I do Cassie.

You don’t need some Ryan Gosling Notebook bullshit where I let you go in a rainstorm, hoping you’ll come running back while some terrible piano track swells in the background. You don’t need James McAvoy in that weird movie with Christina Ricci and the pig face letting you go because "I can't fix you". No. You don’t need someone who hesitates. Someone who stumbles over their words, you don’t need the kind of guy who lets you take the lead just so he can smugly tell himself he respects your “independence.” Independence is bullshit. You need someone who takes control, who takes the step you’re too scared to take.

So here I am, across the street from your flower shop, watching you. I swore I’d never star in a rom-com, but for you? I’d rewrite the genre. There you are, outside, carrying decorations to your storefront, making me feel like a man who needs a goddamn montage set to every breath you take by the police.

You’re outside, decorating your storefront, and you’re oblivious to the fact that you’re starring in the most important moment of my life wearing a purple shirt paired with a blue skirt. Hot pink tights that scream, “Look at me,” and trust me, I am. Your legs, Cassie. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me. And the shoes; brown with beige details. Not sexy, not flashy. Just enough to say, “I didn’t try.” But the claw clip in your hair, that lime-green abomination holding up your wet hair? It’s ridiculous, and yet you make it look deliberate, purposeful. You’re a contradiction, Cassie. The chaos of a Jackson Pollock with the precision of Da Vinci. The Birth of Venus if Picasso had gotten drunk and decided to make her better.

You’re humming, and I’d bet my life it’s some cheesy pop song you love to belt out when no one’s watching. And there they are again: the rings. Too many rings, clinking together like wind chimes, Paired with bracelets that would look ridiculous on anyone else but on you? Perfection. You’re a walking contradiction: chaotic yet curated. Beautifully messy. A masterpiece.

You turn to head inside, and I can’t help but admire the sway of your hips, the perfect curve of your ass. I stand there mesmerized for about 2 minutes until I come black to the sad reality, you're not mine yet. Not yet. That's why I'm here.

I step inside your flower shop. The smell is overwhelming, intoxicating, a heady mix of flowers and you. The essence of Cassie. This is your space, your world.

Your eyes find me immediately. You don’t just see me; you light up like I’m the answer to a question you didn’t know you were asking. I see your lips form a perfect “O,” and for a moment, I think about what else that mouth could do. And then, that smile. Wide, real, like you saved it just for me.

“Hi!” you say, and your voice is sugar. Sticky, addictive, impossible to scrape off. “I was just thinking about you!” Fuck yes! You were thinking about me.

“Oh, really?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, trying to sound casual while my heart races like a goddamn teenager’s.

“Yes!” you say, that smile still untouched. “I was about to go to your bookstore. I realized you don’t have many decorations there, so I got you this.”

You hold out a cactus. It’s small, just the size of my hand, nestled in a clay planter. You cradle it with both hands, careful, like it’s a baby bird. So many rings. Of course, you’d pick something like this, low-maintenance, resilient. Thoughtful, but not overbearing.

“A cactus,” I say, letting the word hang between us. A smile escaping my lips

“I didn’t know if you were a plant person,” you continue, biting your lip ever so slightly, “so I thought this might be easier to handle.”

Easier to handle. God, Cassie. You’re giving me a gift, no, a piece of you, and it takes everything in me not to touch you. Not to grab your wrist and kiss the palm of your hand, taste the salt of your skin, slide a ring off with my teeth.

I take the planter from you, our hands brushing for just a second. A spark. You felt it too, didn’t you?

"Thank you" I say and I mean every word, I came here without a plan, taking a risk, to ask you for whatever stupid reason came to my mind. And here you are, giving me a gift, a piece of you.

"It's nothing, it's a gift from a small business to another" You reply, you say it's nothing but for me it's everything. Trust me I will give you so many orgasms in return. I stand there looking like a fool until I realize I been here for too long.

I should leave. I’ve been here too long, staring at you like a lovesick idiot. “I should probably go,” I say, stepping back. “I need to get back to the store.”

"Wait" you call and just for a moment I believe in everything people of faith believe, I turn around hoping this might be it, you kissing me, pushing me to the back of your store and giving up to your most primal impulses. My thoughts ironically are interrupted by your voice.

“Did you need something?” you ask, and my brain short-circuits. Shit. Shit. THINK.

“The cactus,” I blurt, and immediately regret every life decision that led me here.

“The cactus?” You chuckle incredulously, and to the sound of it I remember why we make sense, because you love your romcom delusions, and I love you, so this slip it's gonna become in the perfect scene. Oscar worthy.

I recover. “Actually...” Deep breath. Don’t fuck this up, Goldberg. “I came to ask you out. Not a date! I mean, unless you want it to be a date. Just... to hang out.” I'm breaking a pattern with you Cassie, I'm not overthinking it, I'm not killing your best friends, I'm not watching you from afar, well, no, at least not everyday.

"Really?" For a moment I thought I misunderstood everything, did I jump too fast? But then no, your eyes light up like stars and your cheeks flush in a pink color and I can almost swear in your mind there's a One Direction song that would play in the background if this was a romcom. "I would love to" You speak again, your tone now different, shy, almost embarrassed as if you were not asked this all the time, I know you do, but I let it pass. This is it, this is the moment I been waiting for.

"Great!" I can't help but smile and chuckle in happiness "Tonight works for you after work?" Please say yes

"Perfect!" You reply matching my tone and I don't know exactly if you're mocking me or you're just as excited as I am

"I'll see you later then Cassie"

I walk out of the flower shop with the cactus in hand, and I can’t help but laugh. Not out loud, no. Of course not. That would be psychotic. Just a small, private chuckle to myself. You don’t get it, do you, Cassie? You think this is cute. Innocent. Boy meets girl, girl gives boy a cactus, and they hang out. The cactus. That’s cute. Really. Thoughtful. A clever little peace offering from your world to mine. But let’s not kid ourselves you don’t give cacti to just anyone. It’s symbolic. Resilient, like you. But also, sharp. Dangerous if handled wrong. I get it, Cassie. I really do. You think you’re complex. Layers and contradictions, a puzzle for someone worthy to solve. Lucky for you, I love puzzles. I’m fucking amazing at puzzles.

[riverxsong-ao3]

Wipper Snipper

Thank you for the tag, @hikarimeroperiddle ! Here’s a snippet from a very silly Good Place au that’s taking me forever to even finish the first chapter:

Voldemort opened his eyes.

He found himself, bizarrely, staring at a flat wall, unadorned with the portraits to which he had become accustomed in the magical world but painted a blazing shade of lime green, with the words, “Welcome! Everything is fine.” stencilled in white. Taking in his strange surroundings, he was surprised to find that despite the unfamiliarity of the room in which he had appeared, he felt no fear, no anxiety – merely a calm that welled up from deep within. This was alright, he thought. He was alright.

It would not last.

“Tom?” He glanced up to see an older gentleman, dressed in a well-tailored, crisply-pressed suit, a peacock-feather bowtie that put him in mind of Albus Dumbledore’s inappropriately lurid robes fastened smartly about his neck. “Come on in.”

For reasons Voldemort did not understand, he followed the man into the office beyond this strange, unexpected waiting room.

The man settled himself behind a large desk, constructed from walnut or perhaps mahogany, and Voldemort took his seat across from him, smoothing his robes across his lap. It should have been uncomfortable, a reminder of the many times he had seated himself across from Professor Dippet, or, in later years, Dumbledore himself, but the action brought him no distress, no sense of self-betrayal. To submit his will to this strange man felt bizarrely natural, his only disquiet being that he could not seem to remember how he’d gotten here, or where he’d been only moments before.

“Hi Tom,” the man said, “I’m Michael. How are you today?”

“I am feeling quite well,” Voldemort replied, ignoring the use of his discarded name – he was too at ease to do otherwise. “Thank you. Oh – one question: where am I, who are you, and what’s going on? And, if you don’t mind, where’s my wand?”

“Right,” Michael said. “You, Tom Marvolo Riddle, are dead.”

Ah. That ease disappeared in a flash, a horror welling up inside his gut as the words washed over him. He wasn’t – he couldn’t be. Hadn’t he secured his immortality years prior? But no – that’s right, in the moments before he’d blacked out, hadn’t that… that child… what was his name? Voldemort could no longer even remember what he looked like, but he’d claimed there were no more Horcruxes, no more tethers to the earth, and then… And then they’d duelled.

And Voldemort had, apparently, lost.

“Your life on Earth has ended,” the man calling himself Michael continued, apparently oblivious to Voldemort’s panic, “and you are now in your next phase of your existence in the universe.”

“I can’t be,” Voldemort said after a moment, his hand rising to cover his mouth. To his surprise, he felt lips, then, patting up his face, found a nose – an actual nose – soft eyelashes, and eyebrows. Were his eyes even still that lovely colour of red they had become over the years? He didn’t dare ask for a mirror, but there, on his head, was hair again. He had forgotten, in these last several years, just how soft it was.

“Ah, yes, your appearance,” Michael said. “I figured you must be wondering about that. It’s nothing to worry about, we know you’re a wizard, and that sometimes,” he laughed, “you folks change your appearances. Everyone comes in with their youth and original features restored. You’re free to have it changed back, should you wish.”

“No!” Voldemort hastened. He hadn’t missed his face, a constant reminder of his Muggle father, but the hair… It felt so nice to comb his fingers through hair again, instead of raking over tight, bald skin. “This will be fine, thank you.”

“Good, good,” Michael said. “Now, as a wizard, we have placed you in a magical neighbourhood.”

“Neighbourhood?” Voldemort asked. “I apologise, I have some questions.”

Tagging @screamingmandrakes @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts @saintsenara @old-angryslytherin

[alxssarosex]

What are some of your favourite rosekiller headcannons? :)

I have so many because I'm genuinely obsessed.

In every universe Evan is french to me like he grew up in France in my eyes and Barty is OBSESSED with his accent and when he speaks French Barty almost has a stroke.

Barty being in love with Evan since the second he saw him even if he didn't realize that's what it was is my all time favorite there are WAY too many fics where Evan is the one pining and I love them don't get me wrong but obsessed Barty is TOO real to me.

Before Evan and Barty got together they were delusional besties telling each other exactly like they would be so dead wrong in a situation and they'd be like well I mean I'd do it to for a check.

Barty is a flirt but Evan rosier is GORGEOUS he is the Remus Lupin of slytherin people are obsessed with him and he is so so oblivious to it and Barty's like damn everyone wants my man.

Both of them have the worst jealousy problems especially when they were in the realization stage but Evan was 10x more calm about it then Barty. Barty would throw the biggest hissy fit when someone even went near Evan and threaten to wipe out their whole blood lime while everyone else is like "and he still doesn't get it??".

I hate past bartylus we ALL know this I could write a essay on how it would only be possible if Barty didn't know Evan but Pandora and Evan are twins to me and the idea of Barty thinking he liked Pandora because he was confused and Pandora being like sweetie no cracks me up.

Evan is NOT a sweet little anxious boy to me he is just as if not more unhinged than Barty but in a slightly different font. Evan hates people except his core group and has a soft spot for james as well where as Barty is super socially unhinged so most people would think he's more unhinged but if people heard Evan's thoughts or conversations with his group they'd be like what in the actual fuck??

Evan and Barty's denial stage was so long and dramatic but them getting together was so simple they both felt stupid for not realizing sooner.

Evan and Barty were the daddy issues to Regulus and Dorcas's mommy issues.

Barty slowly built up to his realization but Evan randomly was like oh fuck I think I'm in love with Barty and then he kissed him and was in denial about it.

I have many many more but i got distracted trying to make this so it took 2 hours... I'll share some more later!!

[wifeiy]

I am here to ask you questions heheheheehe (also i will continue answering yours later, im not ignoring them <3)

1) tell me more about knight akaashi universe >:) (anything you want to offer up hehe)

2) what’s your LEAST favourite colour right now. if you have one.

3) favourite pattern on clothing?? like cheetah print, stripes, chevron, polka dots, etc

(coming back with more)

ME...?! 🥹 oh my goodness... Let me lock in and do #1 last + utc because the answer ended up. super super long. My apologies....

2. 🤔 i usually stay away from neons.. esp like. a bright lime. No offence to them they're just not for me 🙂‍↔️

3. Omg this is an awesome question wait... floral... stripes.. noisy... dainty/intricate lace stuff... I'll just put examples. LOL

1. EEK. 😶‍🌫️ 🙇🏻‍♀️ first of all Here's the playlist i'm making. the lyrics are quite important (albeit not 100% accurate. obv.) and i'm forming a plot as i collect songs.. I prommy they aren't all just love songs guyselapelas. Our lore..... i will get into it. here

i Have separated knight keiji/civilian(?) me + royal guard keiji/princess me though the playlist is for both (For Now)

am i your man (honeywater): am i your man? / do you want me yet? / or should i kneel at your feet and tell you you're sweet / would that do it? — keiji the oblivious overthinker and yearner. doesn't know my feelings

thingamajig (miya folick): if you want to be angry / i don't mind / i'll let you go ... i'll leave you alone / i am sorry / i know i am wrong / so take it all / i want to be out of control — also keiji related. guy who's always analyzing and trying to stay in control. Self Sabotage

lore + devil for the fire (vundabar) — keiji crash out. BFSJHBSJB i also just rlly like these songs i think everyone should listen

the deal (mitski): i want someone to take this soul / i can't bear to keep it / i'd give it just to give: ME crashing out. before running away. also if i go fantasy the bird can be real and maybe i genuinely lose myself for a while which would tie into ->

ain't killed me yet (adia victoria): you already know when i go missing / i'm out and getting into trouble again / and i'd be lying if i told you / that the devil ain't my dearest fan / so pour me one last drink / and roll me one last smoke / and keep the jukebox paid til we both go broke — Zoinks!! i've never gotten drunk or touched a cig in my life (may just ignore the smoke line). soul or not it's the idea of me crashing out and being totally different

promises (hadestown) — I'm killing myself. sorry. . sorry. this song. hadestown. this + wedding song yeah Im killginysmgrlk

don't be so hard on your own beauty (yeule): with you, i no longer have tainted flesh / where violation teared my dress before you ... you let me cry / and wipe my eyes / and make me feel something other than / desolated nothing — Something happens.. To me.. when i run away.. not sure what yet. me at some point after reuniting. But the song is vry different from the rest so i'm not sure if i'll keep itebhfbhb

two (sleeping at last) — I'm killing myself. This is like I Will by Mitski and i don't know if we all know my relationship with i will by mitski but. I am extremely not regular and calm about it. I will make a post about these songs after this. Anyway. Our bare bones lore......

[savsfiance]

here’s a big ol DUMP on araceli’s lore for y’all

(i lowkey stole the layout from my pookie @loulowruschel’s toy house so i’m sorry but like…it needed to be done yall but GO CHECK OUT THEIR TOYHOUSE FOR THEIR BUCKSHOT ROULETTE CHARACTER…HES LITERALLY AWESOME SAUCE)

BASICS—————————————————————

NAME: Araceli Alicia Javier-Leándre

AGE: late 20s, though who’s counting?

BIRTHDAY: August 31st (twin)

GENDER: Demigirl

PRONOUNS: wherever the wind takes her (any)

HEIGHT: 5’1

PERSONALITY:—————————————————

-laid back

-oblivious unless she’s hella focused

-pretty creative but never applies herself

-makes sure there’s a different drink of the day, even if the dealer is the only one who orders it out of pity...

-adores music but sucks ass at singing

-doesn’t really get jealous easily

TRIVIA:—————————————————————

-always munching on something, usually gum

-helps bartend at general release, is a CERTIFIED mixologist by the GRACE of GOD (college) but she’s ass at customer service so she just stays back and makes the drinks

-can’t drive

-lactose intolerant but is a SLUT for mozzarella sticks

-doesn’t drink despite being a mixologist, used to do drugs but has been trying to quit for a long time and struggles a lot

LIKES:—————————————————————

♡ virgin drinks

♡ $1 sex toys off of aliexpress ALL music

♡ buy 1 get 1 free deals at jcpenney

♡ eating

♡ dressing up/buying clothes

DISLIKES:

♡ skirts/dresses

♡ shiny floors

♡ the weird smell of the club

♡ hot weather

♡ wasps

QUOTES/DIALOGUE: —————————————

“It’s, uh, ‘Tequila Mockingbird.’ Get it? S’ got tequila, some lime juice, blue curaçao…dude, it’s funny!…man, you suck.”

“..my name’s 7 letters. It doesn’t fit.”

“Okay, listen…Gin and Chronic.”

“What’s the difference between a blank and a live round? Sounds dangerous.”

BACKGROUND—————————————————

She's worked at the club for a good while, and she’s honestly enjoyed it (apart from the socializing with people other than her pookie bear), for what it’s worth.

“RELATIONSHIP” WITH THE DEALER:—————

Lowkey met him by accident…gently opened the door, unknowing of what was behind it, and attempted to play the game, but pussied out once she realized what the hell was really going on.

“Friends,” though she calls him ‘babe’ and he calls her ‘dear’ sometimes.

And they see each other quite often.

And they see each other Quite Often.

Just friends though.

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[frickwhat]

I WANT TO DO THE REVIEWS THINGY TOO.

1. MOONLIGHT CHICKEN:

personally i think everyone should give it a watch because it is worth it. would i rewatch it? probably not the whole thing is very heavy for me but i would watch limingheart scenes ,THEY WERE IT. the acting omg, it's so fucking hard to believe that it was their first gig. they showed us their problems individually, like they were their own characters with their own struggles but they also were there for eo. communication was on point. liming had problems, real problems with college and money. he wasn't afraid to stand up for himself the kid's a fucking icon. and he is baby i will protect him forever.

2. NEVER LET ME GO:

the plot could be better, the acting was good but could be more natural, the chemistry BHAI. have i watched it 9 times? yes. the thing that stood out the most was their relationship they met eo and palm was ready to die for him (yes i know it was his job whatever) ??? palm is so in love with neung it's disgusting but so is neung. he hides it with quips and scolding. i read somewhere and they explained that the water shows how free they are on the beach. they can be themselves and no one would judge them. they could forget their status, family expectations and all. they're my beach boyfriends and i love them.

3.BAD BUDDY:

family hates eo so they hate eo? yes. childhood rivalry? yes. enemies to friends to lovers? yes. chemistry? yes. acting natural? yes. pran liked pat bohot pahle se and they showed ki he was reluctant to be with pat. nanon ate this role and left no crumbs. there are so many things i could write but i feel lazy so go and watch it if you haven't (shame on you). they're my slut bfs.

4. MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT:

its actually a close first but idk why it's on fourth (i forgot about it). this show is so fucking wholesome that i cried (yes my friend has proof i hate her) tinn is so green flag babygirl bf. and gun is so dumbass oblivious but not babygirl bf. confessing to my crush? no become the school president and be rivals with him so he will like me. the dance scene has my whole fucking heart and i love it. idek what to say they're idiots and i love them. gun is such a complex character in my opinion. he has layers like we see that he is not very good in school but he has his musical talents and leadership qualities to make up for it. my man is actually very observant and he has the kindest heart. he deserves everything nice and so does tinn. he really was fighting for his life to get gun to like him. i would have given up in two months but that wasn't all. tinn was a really smart character and he knew how to comfort people. ahh i love him but i can't find words. geminifourth played the hell out of this. everyone should give it a watch the storyline is cliche but refreshing too and who doesn't love high school lovers.

5. NOT ME/ BE MY FAVOURITE:

a) not me: the whole premise of the show is genius and important for thai people but like also everywhere. they danced under a fucking lgbt flag and helds hand. i deserve that. the scene makes me cry everytime. sean knowing that it was black not white was nice i am thankful they didn't make him dumb. the show is politically woke so points. i don't really know the political status of thailand so don't come after me. seanwhite are my be gay and fight the government bfs.

b) be my favourite: honestly i wasn't expecting anything from this show but it surprised me. fighting for queer rights? pisaeng coming to terms with his sexuality without his love interest? kawi realising that he can't change some things and he has to accept it? him noticing that he was slowing becoming an alcoholic? max as a tired gay bestie? pisaeng loving every moment of him being a sugar daddy to kawi? kawi making him understand that they have to equals in a relationship? pisaeng being a clingy bf? everything is fucking perfect. and the time travelling part is well done too tho it makes no sense but yeah. also them actually giving pear a personality and storyline? thank you.

special mentions to:

1) the eclipse (my crybaby bfs. they deserve their own posts)

2) my love mix up

[so-called-yokai]

More crossover shenanigans, because being able to write silly drabbles like this is great for scratching that writing itch, and @thescribblings is amazing for letting me play with their blorbos. Peepaw Leon and little brother Leo are theirs, Eshra is mine.

Of course they met while shopping for clothes.

"That color would look great on you."

The rumbling baritone nearly makes Eshra drop the length of fabric he's been examining and look up in surprise, his shoulders tensing and his crest flaring on instinct. Usually he's more aware of his surroundings, but apparently he's been focusing so hard on whether or not he likes the shimmery white wrap that he hasn't even noticed the approach of the, uh… Woah.

Eshra looks up. And up. And up some more. The yokai(?) standing next to him is huge in all senses of the word, easily over seven feet tall and built to match, with lime green skin and a… a shell on his back? Eshra takes a step back, both to put a little distance between them and get better idea of what he's looking at.

A turtle, he realizes. There's a giant, bipedal, talking turtle standing next to him, browsing the clothing racks without a care in the world. The Hidden City really does have everything.

"You think so?" Eshra drops his gaze back to the cloth in his hands, and that's when he spots the pair of eyes narrowed suspiciously at him from around the giant turtle-man's shell. He leans back just a bit to get a clearer view, and his brow ridges lift when he sees those eyes belong to a miniature version of the big guy. His kid?

As though oblivious to the impromptu staring contest going on behind him, Big Turtle replies, "Sure, it'll stand out really well with your feathers." Bold as you please, he plucks the wrap from Eshra's fingers and holds it against the iridescent blue and green feathers adorning his arm. "See? And it goes all rainbow-y when the light hits it. It'll look great."

"Leon." That comes from Little Turtle, who is still watching Eshra like the feathered yokai is crafting some nefarious world-ending plot right there in the clothing store. "You said we'd get boba."

Leon, huh? Eshra files that information away for later.

Big Turtle -- Leon -- glances under his arm at his fun-size companion. "We just got here, champ," he says with some amusement and obvious affection.

"Yeah, but I'm literally dying of thirst. Look! I'm wasting away!" Little Turtle slumps dramatically against his… uncle… big brother… whatever and turns the biggest puppy dog eyes Eshra has ever seen up to the big turtle. It takes everything in the yokai not to snort at the theatrical display.

"Okay, okay, we'll go get boba." Leon seems entirely unaware of the little con artist's manipulation, or maybe he's just used to it. He looks at Eshra then and gives him the biggest, warmest smile Eshra has ever seen, and it promptly turns the little yokai's insides into mush. Oh no. "Seriously, get the wrap."

Then he's letting his seven foot, several hundred pound bulk be dragged out of the store by a kid not even half his size, a kid who is still tossing suspicious glances in Eshra's direction. Suddenly, on impulse, Eshra hurries after them.

"Hey, hold on!"

Leon stops, despite his Mini Me's attempts to continue to tug on his arm. He cocks his head at Eshra, whose crest ruffles in sudden bashfulness.

"Would you, uh. Would you like to get coffee sometime?"

There's that smile again. "Sure. Actually… how do you feel about boba?"

Beside Leon, Little Turtle looks borderline apoplectic, but the expression vanishes the instant Leon looks down at him. Interesting. "That okay with you, little bro?"

The answer is obviously reluctant. Equally obvious, however, is the teenager's apparent inability to say no to his older brother. "Yeah, that's fine, I guess."

"Great!" Leon offers a hand to Eshra, and the yokai only now realizes that the turtle's right arm is entirely prosthetic. "I'm Leon, and this is my, uh… little brother, Leo."

Taking the offered hand and giving it a polite shake, Eshra blinks. The same name? Okay, kinda weird… but now his curiosity is piqued, and he's going to chase it down no matter how hard the little one, Leo, is trying to set Eshra on fire with his eyes.

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Eshra."

[q1ngqve]

strawberry: I'll be honest, I think Argenti would actually be a little shy when it comes to his crushes. Despite how extravagant he may seem, Argenti toned down his mannerisms whenever he interacted with me. He's still ever the gentleman, and when he finally realized he's in love, Argenti decides to finally court me :3 But he's gotta make it really obvious because I am the Aeon of Obliviousness 💀(Eventually he just grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me so I finally get what he's putting down)

nectarine: I wanted to say we live on his spaceship but when I looked it up it's tiny so no 😭 Buuuut I wanna say that Argenti stops by whenever he can! He hasn't officially moved in because you know, he's gotta spread the Beauty everywhere, but Argenti comes home whenever he needs to unwind and relax. My home is his home!

key lime: Extremely specific and very self-indulgent, but I would describe the aesthetic as a man serenading his lover while she watches from a balcony, and he scales the wall so the two of them can be romantic together. I'd also describe it as a bed of roses with a sunflower in the middle. Tons of reds, pinks, and blues. The Knight and the Princess. Two people devoted to each other. Beauty in the love we share

(this was super fun omg)

-🍄

this is so cute omg i physically squealed at the kissing part!!!!! also i can totally see the aesthetic you’re talking about 😵‍💫 you guys give me the vibes of rapunzel and flynn rider!

[hwhahjajakakaj]

dying laughing over 2024 mainstream pop music and the disaster lineage pre/during revenge of the sith

- Anakin is brat summer he is in his early 20s he should be clubbing and he feels apple on a visceral level girl so confusing is about obi wan i think about it all the time is about leaving the order

- Ahsoka is Chappell Roan obviously naked in manhattan is about barriss, casual is about lux, pink pony club is about leaving the order, california is struggling to find her way, hot to go is her crush on oblivious trace

- Obi Wan is short n sweet please please please is begging anakin to act right, slim pickins is picking the order over satine, bed chem is cody, and espresso is about ever villain that’s obsessed with him

- qui gon jinn is hit me hard and soft and lunch is about fucking shmi, birds of a feather is about his sons obi wan and anakin, and the greatest is his whole thing

- dooku is the tortured poets department bc thats fucking hilarious. my boy only breaks his favorite toys and down bad and the smallest man that ever lived is obviously about twink palpatine seducing him hahahhaha. but daddy i love him is about leaving the order. thank you aimee is about yoda hahahahah

- yoda is eternal sunshine bc yes, and? is his motto, supernatural is him talking about the force, we cant be friends is his relationship with the republic, bye is him at the end of revenge of the sith

HONORABLE MENTIONS

- ventress (kind of in the lineage) is cowboy carter!!!!!!! blackbiird!!!!! texas hold em!!!!!! ya ya!!!!!! enough said

- padme is obviously the secret of us lime i love you im sorry??? close to you??? that is her marriage and us. as the aftermath 100000%

- palpatine is the country album put out by post malone F1 Trillion and I Had Some Help is him manipulating the entire galaxy into letting him take over. guy for that is actually just him being a puppet master. hide my gun is him being a freak and grooming his apprentices.

rip anakin skywalker you would love apple by charli xcx

[umeoniii]

aot men beige flags

eren, jean, reiner , levi , armin , connie

!: sfw

（＾∇＾）

eren:

☆ makes weird voices.

high pitched, low pitched, shaky he doesn’t care.

like sometimes as a bit he just uses weird accents and stuff.

he’ll speak like a caveman for one day.

“me want ooga burga” he’ll scratch his head like one too

and you’ll just stare at him like, “this mfs crazy” bcs literally wtf is he on about?!

the next day he’s trying to sound french

“oui oui mon amour”

and he’s wiggling his brows and has his imaginary mustache in between his fingers.

☆ his next one is he’s kind of oblivious to a lot of things.

you can pull out the ugliest outfit known to man to test him and he’ll say “that looks so good baby”

not bcs he’s setting u up. no, because he doesn’t think that lime green ripped jeans and a orange cropped hoodie look bad together.

you’ll have to show him what fashion looks like and he’ll get better as time goes on.

jean:

the tickle monster.

☆ when you’re around him u have to watch your back. he’s serious about it.

u can have a super cute sentimental moment with him and he’ll pull it out.

“i really love you baby.” you’d say

“who else do you love, because i know you’re cheating on me with him.”

and you’re like WHAT.

“with who?!”

he’d pause and stare at you for a few seconds.

“THE TICKLE MONSTER!”

and he’d tickle you until you can’t breathe and almost pee yourself.

and after that you don’t trust him but then proceed to slip up multiple times.

u guys are gonna hate me for this next one…

☆ he does “the face” when he’s gonna kiss u

u guys know what i’m talking about

“the face guys make when they go in for a kiss”

his isn’t horrid, only because he’s attractive

sometimes he actually over exaggerates it to piss you off.

it’s not super horrible but it’s giggle worthy

reiner:

☆ he’s a cringe bf. unironically. it’s sweet but not all the time.

by cringe i mean “i just found out about periods, god it must suck to be a beautiful goddess :/.”

or he’s like

“hey! tell you’re period it can’t hurt you like that, it’s not cool!”

☆ he’s also a scaredy-cat.

behind all that muscle is a big baby.

he jumps at scary movies even when he knows what happens next.

cannot play something like fnaf with him

he will throw the phone and scream like he got stabbed in his chest.

he’s probably still scared of the dark but it’s kind of sweet idk. he literally cuddles with you at night like a mother and her baby. you’re practically holding him like a frail little princess, except he’s kind of the exact opposite.

this is actually kind of cute though..

levi:

☆ now his beige flag is that he can be SUPER sarcastic. ik he is.

he’s super snarky and sassy.

like he’s the type to tell what’s considered a ‘corny dad joke’ but instead he’d say it with a stoic face.

like if youre talking and couldn’t remember and say something like “remember when umm…” and you just sit there and think, he’d come back with “no i don’t remember when that happened”.

he wouldn’t laugh or anything.

i feel like that’s why it’s funny. he could make a childish poop or fart joke and it would only be funny bcs he looks like this 😐

he would own a stupid t-shirt that says something like, “find your patience before i lose mine”.

☆ he’s a karen as well. he’s not super bad but like at restaurants and stuff when his foods not right or the tables are not bussed…

i’d be in the bathroom crying my mascara off if i was his waitress

armin:

☆ he’s scared of animals.

this includes typical house pets like dogs or cats.

it’s bcs “they don’t speak , so you’ll never know what they’ll do next.”

his fear stems from one small thing that happened when he was younger.

a cat jumped onto his lap.

he thought it was trying to attack him and so he screamed and the cat got scared.

that’s it.

he can’t even visit the zoo because he’s scared the animals will break out. (he’s super serious about it, it’s not even something he jokes about)

he’s tried to like animals and it worked for a while.

until the dog started to play a little too much to his liking.

☆ also he just randomly informs you of random facts.

completely random.

you could be on the toilet and he’ll come in the bathroom like, “a shrimps heart is in its head…”

no “did you know?” or “isn’t it cool that?” he just says it.

if you ever go onto a game show you’ll probably win it with all the useless knowledge he’s given u.

connie:

☆ you could tell him the most god awful thing happened to you and he’ll be like

“wait, this reminds me of something that happened in something i just watched.”

he’ll proceed to whip out his phone and show you the tv show, news report, tiktok. whatever it was he saw.

this tends to happen to every experience that you have.

you could be held hostage and they’ll call him for ransom and somehow it reminds him of this one part of a tv show.

sometimes it’s funny sometimes it’s not.

☆ he sleeps like he hasn’t slept since the day he was born.

he hops into the bed and sits there for 1 minute before he starts snoring aggressively.

he looks dead, like actually…

sprawled out and snoring with his mouth open.

one time he slept with his eyes wide open and you shook him awake panicking.

he belittled you and was all smart and cocky saying “i would never sleep with my eyes wide open” even though he did.

he sleeps to the rain sounds with the thunder. but sometimes is so sleepy and forgets about it.

tagz!🐬: @hangesgirlypop , @yiugen , @heartshapedtearss

♡

a/n: heyooo! b4 u guys request it, im doing girls next ;). i just think this trend is the cutest thing ever, plus it feels good to write fluff. also im actually getting back to requests. like frl this time, i’ve been grinding non stop all night so i could be done by hopefully friday. feel free to request cute things u guys, i will absolutely write it! and also feel free to request other characters, i feel like u guys don’t request them bcs u guys don’t see them and so u think i won’t do them. trust i probs will!

[marc-spectorr]

57 + jake lockey <3 omg, i'm so excited for this!

ˣ pairing: jake lockley x reader

ˣ prompt: “oh my god, do that again.”

ˣ warnings: 1.3k wc. explicit smut and language. public oral sex (m receiving), deep throating. mention of alcohol.

ˣ a/n: here’s the first prompt request for my 500 followers celebration yaay! a new drabble will be posted each day in the next few weeks so stick around for more :) tysm again for all the love & support friends! this wouldn’t have been possible without you guys 💕

- ☾-

It had all begun with a shot of tequila and a slice of lime.

Then one shot turns into two. Later, three.

You ended up losing count after the fourth one, but you’re damn sure you stopped at six.

Jake just had to sneak in a seventh one, of course.

It was a great thing you could hold your liquor well. Drinking with Jake eventually led you to build up such an impressive tolerance for it. At times, you wonder if that’s the only reason he likes hanging out with you. He certainly enjoys being in the company of someone who can keep up with him, so it’s often that he drags you out to his favorite dive bar to let loose and have fun.

If it were any other person, you would have turned down an invite to get shit-faced all night long. But because it was Jake, there’s nothing that would stop you from agreeing to come with him. Not even the horrendous hangover you’d have to endure the morning after.

Only for Jake would you suffer through a hundred hangovers if it means getting to relax and unwind with your favorite man.

Seven shots down, and you’re still standing, albeit barely. Yeah, you could drink that much without passing out completely, though that doesn’t mean you’re not plastered at this point. You’re most definitely miles away from sobriety; the fiery tequila running through your veins makes you buzz with a familiar warmth.

That familiar warmth, however, had later turned into a desirous heat that pools low in your belly, intensified only by the pair of calloused hands teasingly roaming over your body.

You could blame it on the liquor. Hell, you could always blame it on the liquor. But that doesn’t erase the fact that you’ve been pining over your best friend for who knows how long.

Jake had been thankfully oblivious to your lingering stares and subtle touches. That was until tonight happened, and you simply couldn’t control yourself after seven shots.

You’d kissed him, hot and heavy and hungry—tasting the tequila he knocked back with you just seconds before on your tongue. The zesty bitter aftertaste of the lime had caused you to break away, your chest rising and falling to the beat of your erratic heart. Soon after, a wave of embarrassment flooded your features as an apology hung on your lips.

But then, without warning, Jake had pulled you right back in for another kiss.

Apparently, he liked you, too.

They say too much alcohol usually leads to a slew of bad decisions. You would’ve swiftly agreed with that statement, adding that bad decisions also started in a dingy restroom, where the tiled floor scrapes harshly under your knees.

You pray that no one would walk in and interrupt.

“Sure, you’re okay with this, mi vida?” Jake groans out while your nimble fingers fumble to unbuckle the belt of his jeans. “Could just take you home, you know? Fuck you there ‘til you’re screaming.”

“Oh, we can still do that later,” you purred, flickering your eyes to meet his obsidian ones. “But I wanna taste you, Jake. I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this. Please, let me suck your cock here, baby. I promise I’ll be good for you back home. Just let me make you feel good right now.”

Jake’s smirking wordlessly at you from above, and you take it as a sign to continue. He’s enraptured by the quickness of you undoing his pants, the sound of the zipper clicking apart echoing in the cramped cubicle. His mouth parts slightly, allowing shallow breaths to puff through when you reach inside, pulling him out of the confines of his boxers at last with a devilish curl to your smile.

You’d never seen a cock so beautiful, so thick and heavy as it lays throbbing hotly in your palm. You brush the pad of your thumb all over the engorged head, smearing the glorious pearly bead of precome that seeps from the slit of his rigid length.

A gravelly groan rips through Jake, and he throws his head back against the door. You haven’t done much other than barely touching him. Yet, he’s biting the edge of his lip to stifle the low grunts escaping. He gazes down on you through heavily lidded eyes, his stocky finger finding purchase in your hair. They grip on you tight as you tenderly stroke him from base to tip, swirling his tip delicately with your thumb with each pass.

Fuck, you hope you’d remember the blissful look on his face by the time you wake up tomorrow. Perhaps giving him a blowjob for the very first time while inebriated is the bad decision you’d been anticipating.

But it’s too late for you to back out now.

Not when Jake’s cock remains stiff in your grip, your name seamlessly rolling off his tongue as he needily coaxes you to do more.

“P-Please, cariño,” he rasps between ragged breaths. “Your mouth. I-I need your mou—oh, shiiit…”

The words die in Jake’s throat as you engulf his member slowly into your mouth. He tenses, your tongue tracing the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft, his rich and velvet moans ringing in your ears. Warm lips wet and tight, they slide further down until you start to gag around his generous girth, sending choked exhales to the sex-charged air as tears singed the corners of your eyes.

Out of concern, Jake almost pushes you off of him until you soothingly rest a hand on his thigh, silently encouraging him to remain still. Relaxing your throat, you invite more of him deeper, fitting him entirely into your mouth and he mutters a litany of rumbling curses in his native Spanish.

“Fu-Fuck, baby… That’s it— that feels so good. You look so fucking pretty sucking my cock like that,” Jake grunts as you bob your head back and forth faster, then force your head all the way forward. Your nose buries into his groin for several beats, and a primal moan breaks free when you release him with a wet, obscene-sounding pop. “O-Oh, shit, amor... Oh my god, do that again... P-Please, do that again.”

Chuckling, you’re more than happy to oblige at the desperate request of Jake, whose unruly dark curls ​sweep across his sweaty forehead. His hips rock into you, letting his cock slide even further down your constricting throat. Your nostrils drown in his musky scent as a jolt of arousal sears fiercely through your body, overwhelmed by everything that is purely and intoxicatingly him.

It’s not long when his thrusts stutter and his pleading whines grow increasingly loud and frequent. He twitches in your mouth moments after, spurting bursts after bursts of his creamy, warm release that coats the back of your throat, and greedily you swallow all of it down.

“T-That was…” he trails off breathily, his body still shuddering from the aftershocks of his climax. “Damn, we should have done this a long time ago, huh?”

“Should have drank seven shots straight sometime earlier then,” you return teasingly as you wipe the glistening juices coating your mouth with the sleeve of your top.

Jake assists you back on your feet, though your unsteady gait has you leaning against him, his strong arms coming up to wrap your frame in a delicate embrace. You feel him press a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you wait for your hearts to settle to a calming rhythm.

“We’re not just friends anymore after this, right?” you hear him ask, and there’s a warm, hopeful tone in his voice.

“I guess not,” came your answer, giggling softly. “But whatever we are now, Jake— you still owe me one.”

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[diejager]

Yandere Malleus (shower thoughts)

Tw: yandere behavior, kidnapping.

Other warning: not proof read.

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You didn't see it at first, how his hands and eyes would linger on you; how he would accidentally bump into you in the hall and around the school; how Lilia would stare happily when you two were together; how he'd call your name instead of the given nickname "Child of man" ; how he would glare at your classmates when talking, his overbearing strong presence would burn them to the ground in mere seconds if he wished so; how he would inscreasingly ask to hold your hands, help you with homework and tutor you in the dead of night, just outside Ramshackle dorm.

You didn't see it at first, the tell tale signs of his blooming obsession with you. From those piercing, lime eyes of his, that would scare off the students, to his figure glued to your side like a worried mother.

You were oblivious and he was ecstatic, blurring the lines of regular romance and obsession.

Although he showed the school that you were his, he hadn't acted out on his thoughts, never harming you, never doing or forcing things onto you, and he always, always did what you asked of him - well, mostly those involving you at least, he'd be damned before letting those mortals confess.

He'd wait, he told himself, and waited, he did.

On your graduation day, Crowley told you he found a way to bring you home. You were excited, you'd finally be able to go home, sleep on your bed, eat your own food and see your friends and family. You thanked the Headmaster many times as he shrugged you off saying : "As your Headmaster, and since I'm so kind! It's my job to insure your safe way home."

You assisted the third year's graduation, watch them wear their dorm's uniform for the last time before they'd lock it behind stacks of clothes or forget it in their closet, they shook hands with their teachers, shared their last farewell with their juniors and passed their mantle onto them. Everyone came, all third years, second years and most first years - like you - all except Malleus, which didn't come off as unusual at first.

However, when it was time for you to leave - after shedding some tears and hugging your friends tightly (Grim, Ace, Deuce, Epel, Kalim, Ortho and Idia) - you were left alone in your dorm room, with the mirror shining brightly: a sign that it was opening up and acting like the grand mirror to each dorm, you joyfully pressed your hand on it, watching it sink into the rippling surface before passing through it; but you were pulled back roughly, gloved hands constricting around you. Gasping, you tried to pry their hands off, hurrying to the mirror-

Crack!

You watched with wide eyes as your only way home shattered, cracking and exploding, leaving shards of glass on its wake. Tears bubbled, slipping pass your lashes and streamed down your cheeks. You wailed, trashing in the arms of your captor, the one who broke your only way home: Malleus Draconia.

"Don't cry, dear," he shushed you, voice calm and controlled, kissing away your tears with a rare smile - unlike your frantic cries and wild flails. "I'm taking you home, back to the Valley of Thorns with me."

[daryldamnson]

MASTERLIST

EDDIE MUNSON:

Fics:

Surprise, Surprise (complete)

Summary: Eddie has to reckon with the fact that the rich cheerleader he thought he could brush off as another basic conformist has a few surprises up her sleeve. (6.6k words)

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

Sweet Boy

Summary: Requested!  Eddie’s father shows up unexpectedly.  At first Eddie freezes up, but when his dad starts harassing you, years of pent up anger gets released.  soft ending!  (1.1k words)

Primadonna

Summary: Requested!  After Corroded Coffin gets famous famous, Eddie buys you stuff.  Lots of stuff.  You reassure him that all you really want is him.  (0.7k words)

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Summary: On the drive home from a day out with the regular troupe, you and Eddie get shoved in the back two seats. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off when Eddie offers himself up as a human pillow. pre-relationship fluff. (1k words)

Elm Street and Other Things Worth Waiting For

Summary: Eddie’s convinced he heard you listening to Black Sabbath.  Steve’s not having it.  You just came in to rent a horror movie; you leave with a maybe date with the metalhead who’s kind of already obsessed with you.  (2.1k words)

Homespun Remedies

Summary: Requested! You get the hiccups. Eddie is a dork. cute and dumb fluff. (0.4k words)

Caught Up In You

Summary: Jason manages to corner you at a party. You’re saved by a knight in shining leather jacket who does very well at playing boyfriend. Maybe too well. (2k words)

made a wish on elevens - historical royal au

Summary: Eddie’s a servant. He knows what that means. He knows he can’t have you. He loves you anyway. hardcore pining. (1k words)

Sweet Nothing

Summary: Requested! A quiet day in where Eddie doesn’t feel the need to put on any airs because he’s with you, his favourite person. (0.5k words)

Steady (in progress)

Summary: soft post-s4 steddie/reader. no real summary yet. the name makes me laugh ok.  1.4k words and counting

Close Calls (in progress)

Summary: Eddie likes to pretend he hasn’t been crushing on you for the better part of a year.  It becomes a much more difficult task after you begin tutoring him.  6.5k words and counting

Headcanons:

Eddie’s kinks

STEVE HARRINGTON:

Fics:

Crime and Punishment (complete)

Summary:  One day when you’re in the library Steve Harrington attempts to engage you in a conversation about a book he’s clearly never read, because he’s crushing on you and all other attempts of striking up conversation have flown right over your oblivious head.  Fluffy and short.  Awkward!Steve. (3.8k words)

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

And Suddenly, I See It At A Glance (on hold)

Summary:  Anastasia prompt - “ah, an unspoken attraction.” “attraction? to that skinny little brat? have you lost your mind?”  Steve realises that yes, he does have feelings for Y/N.

part i

part ii

part iii

Headcanons:

Meeting you

Camp counsellor Steve

Steve confessing his love

Cuddling

Semi-public sin

Protective Steve (angsty version)

Lazy day in bed

He’ll be such a good dad

Comfort after a nightmare

Christmas Shopping

Steve’s kinks

DAIR:

Fics:

Lemons, Limes, and Tomatoes (complete)

Summary: She finds it hard to describe.  Realising she likes Dan Humphrey. (0.4k words)

SPENCER REID:

Headcanons:

Reader is a youtuber

BUCKY BARNES:

Fics:

Five Times He Wanted To Kiss You + One Time He Did (on hold)

Summary:  You’re a good friend of Tony Stark’s who decides to drop in for a while.  Bucky can’t seem to help becoming captivated by you (and your lips).

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

part vi

Headcanons:

pining for you (pt. 1)

confessing his feelings (pt. 2)

BILLY HARGROVE (will be ooc bc i hate him really):

Headcanons:

Christmas Shopping

Meeting him (+Billy loves your ass)

Fics:

Safety Hazards and Lethal Smiles (on hold)

Summary:  Billy Hargrove is an asshole of epic proportions.  You know that.  Everyone knows that.  So why does your heart stutter every time grins at you?  Man, are you in trouble.

part i

part ii

part iii