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takerentpe · 2 months

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Music-Themed Baby Shower: Rock, Pop, and Classical Inspirations

Celebrating the upcoming arrival of a new baby is always a joyous occasion, and what better way to do it than with a music-themed baby shower decoration? Combining the universal language of music with creative decorations can make for a memorable and unique event. Whether you're a fan of rock, pop, or classical music, there are endless possibilities to infuse your baby shower with musical elements. Here’s a comprehensive guide to planning and decorating a music-themed baby shower that will hit all the right notes.

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Rock-Inspired Baby Shower Decor

For rock music lovers, a rock-inspired baby shower can be a thrilling theme. Start with the invitations by designing concert ticket-style invites to set the tone. Use black, red, and silver as your primary colors for the decorations.

Stage Setup: Create a mini stage area with a backdrop resembling a concert stage. Use a "Rockstar Baby" banner and inflatable guitars and microphones as props. This setup can also double as a photo booth for guests.

Table Decor: Use vinyl records as placemats or centerpieces. Scatter some guitar picks and small drumsticks around the tables for added flair. For the tablecloths, consider using bandana prints or black tablecloths with red accents.

Cake and Snacks: Have a cake shaped like a guitar or decorated with music notes. Rock-themed cupcakes with edible guitar toppers can add to the theme. Serve snacks in bowls labeled with fun rock music references.

Games and Activities: Organize a karaoke session or a "Name That Tune" game with classic rock songs. Provide temporary tattoos with rock band logos for guests to wear during the party.

Transform your venue with rock-inspired baby shower decoration to create an unforgettable experience for the parents-to-be and their guests.

Pop Music-Themed Baby Shower Decor

Pop music brings a fun and vibrant energy, perfect for a baby shower. With bright colors and playful elements, you can create a lively atmosphere.

Color Scheme: Use bright and bold colors such as pink, yellow, and blue. Balloons, streamers, and banners in these colors can liven up the space.

Photo Booth: Set up a photo booth with a glittery backdrop and pop star props like oversized sunglasses, microphones, and wigs. A banner that says "Pop Star Baby" can be the finishing touch.

Table Settings: Use colorful tablecloths and napkins. Centerpieces can include popcorn buckets filled with flowers or candy. Sprinkle some confetti shaped like music notes or stars on the tables.

Desserts: Create a dessert table with pop-themed treats like cake pops, candy, and cupcakes with musical note toppers. A cake with a microphone or star design can be the centerpiece.

Activities: Organize a dance-off or a lip-sync battle. Play popular songs and let guests have fun showing off their moves.

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Classical Music-Inspired Baby Shower Decor

For those who appreciate the timeless elegance of classical music, a classical music-themed seemantham decoration can be both sophisticated and enchanting.

Elegant Invitations: Send out invitations adorned with musical notes and classical instrument illustrations, such as violins and pianos.

Decorative Elements: Choose a color palette of gold, white, and pastel shades. Use elegant drapes and classical music sheet prints as part of the decor. Hang garlands of musical notes and use candle holders shaped like musical instruments.

Table Decor: Opt for lace tablecloths and fine china. Use centerpieces featuring flowers in teapots or vases shaped like musical instruments. Scatter faux pearls and classical music sheet confetti on the tables.

Cakes and Sweets: A cake designed to look like a grand piano or decorated with musical notes and elegant swirls can be a stunning centerpiece. Serve delicacies such as macarons, petit fours, and chocolate truffles.

Entertainment: Hire a string quartet or a solo pianist to play classical music throughout the event. Organize a trivia quiz on famous classical composers and pieces.

Add a touch of elegance to your godh bharai decoration with classical music-inspired elements, creating a serene and sophisticated ambiance.

Combining All Three Themes

If you can't decide on just one genre, why not incorporate elements from all three? Here are some tips on blending rock, pop, and classical themes seamlessly:

Invitations: Create a mixed playlist-themed invitation, featuring elements from rock, pop, and classical music.

Decorative Zones: Divide the venue into different zones, each representing a different music genre. For example, have a rock zone with guitars and dark colors, a pop zone with bright and playful decor, and a classical zone with elegant, timeless decorations.

Music and Activities: Curate a playlist that includes rock, pop, and classical music. Plan activities that cater to all music tastes, such as a mix of karaoke, dance-offs, and classical music trivia.

Food and Drinks: Create a diverse menu with themed snacks and beverages for each genre. Rock-themed snacks could include "rock" candy and nachos, pop-themed treats might feature cake pops and colorful candies, while classical music-inspired foods could include elegant hors d'oeuvres and fine pastries.

Mix and match different musical styles to create a unique and personalized baby shower decoration that reflects the parents' diverse tastes in music.

Conclusion

A music-themed godh bharai decoration can be a delightful and memorable way to celebrate the upcoming arrival of a new baby. Whether you choose to focus on rock, pop, classical music, or a blend of all three, the key is in the details and the creative use of decorations to bring your theme to life. By incorporating personalized touches and ensuring the decorations reflect the musical preferences of the parents-to-be, you'll create an event that resonates with everyone in attendance.

Remember, the right baby shower decoration can transform any space into a celebration of music and joy. Don't hesitate to explore and combine different musical elements to create a truly one-of-a-kind event. Whether it's through seemantham decoration or godh bharai decoration, infusing musical themes can make the baby shower a hit among guests and a cherished memory for the parents-to-be.

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sleepy-lil-guy · 3 years

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Agere Valentines Day !

Valentines day can be super fun to celebrate even while regressed ! These are some super fun ideas and other things for you ! ALSO before i get started with the post i just wanna remind everyone requests are OPEN for kits , advice or whatever else !! :DDD

🌷 crafts 🌷

crafts are always fun, no matter the occasion ! here are some valentines themed crafts for you kiddos ! have fun and be safe especially if you’re using scissors ! these can be gifts or just for yourself !! :D

❤️heart shaped heating packs

🍫pipe cleaner heart rings

❤️heart shaped card holder box

🍫water bottle little bug guys

❤️card display

🍫woven heart basket

❤️candle holders

🍫succulents

❤️sweater heart pillows

🍫lip scrub

🐻 gifts 🐻

these are some cute gifts you can buy if you don’t want to or can’t make them ! you can get them for your cg, fellow regressors, any one else in your life, or just yourself ! price ranges from [ $ under 15 , $$ 15-25 , $$$ 25+ ]

💝valentines day bear $

🌸giant teddy bear $$$

💝artificial preserved flowers $$

🌸valentines candle $

💝love bug mug $

🌸hearts blanket $$

💝rose candles $

🌸heart pillow $

💝drink themed candle $

🌸crochet bees $

🌷 recipes 🌷

i love cooking while i’m regressed ! these are some recipes i thought were super duper fun !! these recipes are rated by their difficulty [ ❤️ being the least difficult and ❤️❤️❤️❤️ being the most ]

❤️strawberry milk

❤️❤️❤️❤️red velvet skillet cookie

❤️penut butter cups

❤️❤️cute pink cupcakes

❤️❤️❤️heart cherry hand pies

❤️❤️oreo truffles

❤️❤️❤️cake balls

❤️❤️cheesecake strawberries

❤️chocolate covered strawberries

❤️❤️❤️❤️heart shaped pizz

🌷misc. activities 🌷

these are just some other fun activities that didn’t really fit into the other categories !! :]

🌷watch some valentines day special episodes / movies like 🌷

💝be my valentine Charlie Brown

🌸Winnie the Pooh: a valentine for you

💝Elmo Loves You

🌸Barney, be my valentine

💝Blue’s Room it’s hug day s1 e4

🌸Fairly Odd Parents love struck s3 e4

💝Doc Mcstuffins my huggy valentine s1 e25

🌸Spongebob valentines day s1 e16

💝Miraculous dark cupid s1 e10

🌷make some cute cards and goodies🌷

🌸i dig you goodie bags

💝cute bubble cards

🌸wheel you be my valentine

💝tulip pop-ups

🌸cookie cards

💝lollipop cards

🌸blowing kisses

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 3 years

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47 with our lanky detective holder. 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you so much for the request! This is always a sort of weird prompt to me, so I hope you like what I came up with!

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"Bake me a cake, and we'll talk."

It had been a joke. An off-the-cuff response to Holder’s incessant flirting. After all, you had never seen him eat anything other than take-out or junk food. There was no way this man knew how to bake anything, even something as easy as a cake.

And yet, when you came into work the next morning, there was a fresh cake sitting on your side of your shared desk. Holder was nowhere to be seen, but it was obviously from him. Besides the obvious fact that the two of you had been discussing it yesterday, on top of the pink frosting he had spelled out “Let’s talk” with chocolate chips.

There was a fork and a CD next to the cake that had “Just ta prove it” scrawled on it in Holder’s messy writing. Popping the disc into your computer, you were greeted by slides of pictures and videos of Holder in his kitchen. He had exchanged his hoodie for an apron, and he was smiling goofily at the camera. As the slides progressed, it showed Holder making the cake through every step of the progress. There was no doubt about it. The pastry on your desk was made from scratch by your partner.

You eyed it cautiously. Even though it had seemed as if Holder had followed all the correct steps in the video, you were still hesitant to try it. But then again, how bad could he really screw up cake?

Picking up the fork, you broke off a small bite and brought it to your lips. As soon as the flavor hit your tongue, you couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped your mouth.

“Ah snap! I knew I could get you to make that sound one way or another.” You whipped around to see Holder leaning against the doorframe, the same goofy smile as from the video spread across his face.

“What the hell, Holder!”

His face dropped immediately. “No, I…it was just a joke…I didn’t-”

You waved him off. “Not that. You’ve said worse in front of suspects or the boss. No, how the hell did you never tell me you knew how to bake like this!”

“Oh!” He seemed momentarily surprised but then he shrugged. “You never asked. When my moms left and Liz started takin’ care of me, I taught myself to cook so I could help out some.”

“Wait….so it’s not just cake? You can cook real meal food too?”

“Sure. Whatever you want, mama.”

You crossed your arms. “You realize if you would have told me that a long time ago, I would have agreed to this date a lot sooner.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Sure. Haven’t you ever heard the expression, ‘a way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach’?”

“Yeah but-” he paused as he finally realized what you had said. “Wait…so does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

You shrugged. “Why not. Turns out, there’s still a lot I don’t know about you. Maybe it’ll be nice to learn more once we’re away from the job.”

Holder practically leaped for joy. “Ah yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout! And if you think I’m good in the kitchen, just wait ‘til you see what I can do in the bedroom.”

You rolled your eyes, but you had to admit….you were pretty excited to find out.

Prompt List.

#thanks!#friend ask #prompt list #drabble #stephen holder drabble #stephen holder #stephen holder x reader #stephen holder x you #stephen holder x y/n #detective stephen holder #the killing #joel kinnaman

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chuckbass-love · 4 years

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Johnny gives me rough childhood vibes. Maybe a fic about his childhood or why he acts the way he does

Hiya lovely anon! Right so again, i’m sorry for making everyone wait ages for their requests but i never want to rush them and have them be bad. So i like to take my time to plan out how i want to write them before i write. I hope this was worth the wait and i hope that you love it. I’ve followed the story of Johnny and Sue and what happened to their parents but i’ve changed the age of when it happened, sort of. It’s for the sake of the fic to make it work.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: You’ve been dating Johnny for a while now but you still don’t feel like you know him, the real him. So when you finally ask about his life growing up, he hesitates to open up.

Warning: Angst, mentions of death, mentions of murder (not much), mentions of depression, self harm and just all round dark. If any of these themes upset or trigger you then please don’t read. 18+

Word Count: 4,311

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Demons Unmasked

Ever since you first met Johnny you knew there was something about him, something behind those eyes, an immense pain that he could never move on from or heal. But being his partner didn’t automatically earn you the right to know and he wasn’t exactly the best at opening up. So for a while you learned to let it all go and let him be the one to tell you whenever he felt ready.

You can still remember when you first asked him about what life was like for him and Sue. He’d clued you in very early on about his parents and the fact that they passed when he was younger. It was hard on him, he didn’t need to tell you that, you just knew. And since he barely shared any more details, it was obvious that the whole thing was still a sore subject.

Sue pretty much raised him after that point and it wasn’t easy, she struggled day in and day out and worried like crazy about setting him on the right path and keeping him there. Gangs were all the rage and let’s just say it wasn’t an easy job to do to keep him far away.

When you and Johnny first started dating, Sue pulled you to the side for a chat at dinner and gave you a heads up about everything. At first you didn’t get why but the more time you spent with Johnny, you realised that he was very guarded and she wanted you to be aware of what you were getting into. She wanted you to know that patience is key when it comes to him telling you things.

And over the last year you’ve really learned a lot about patience. You’ve been there in the middle of the night when he’d wake up from a nightmare that scared him so much that he struggled to sleep again afterwards. You’ve wiped the sweat from his forehead and held him in your arms to soothe him. You’ve watched him change the subject umpteen times whenever the conversation turned to family.

Which isn’t a surprise because to him, his only family was Sue. She’s the only family member he ever knew and the thought of him growing up with next to no one else, saddens you deeply.

Today is your birthday and Johnny has been driving himself up the wall with plans for it. He keeps saying how he wants today to be perfect for you and that his favourite person in the world deserves nothing but the best.

Whoever said romance is dead hadn’t met Johnny Storm.

“Babe” he calls, his voice echoing through the apartment until he reaches the bathroom to find you drying off after your shower. His eyes rake over your body in awe before you turn away out of embarrassment “everything okay?” you ask, wrapping the towel back around yourself and padding into the bedroom and then to the closet to pick out your outfit for the day.

“Yeah, i just wondered when you wanted to do gifts” he smiles, leaning against the door frame as you change and then turn to him with the same smile on your face “whenever you’re ready” you say, glancing at yourself in the mirror briefly before following him out into the lounge and the moment you step foot into the room, you gasp at the sight. Balloons and banners cover the walls and floor. A small stack of presents sit nicely on the coffee table in front of the couch and you roll your eyes before looking at him.

“Johnny” you sigh, he’s really gone all out and you feel so lucky right now. Despite you consistently telling him that all you wanted was to spend the entire day with him, no gifts needed, he didn’t listen.

“What? You didn’t seriously expect me to not spoil you on your birthday did you?” he smirks, leading you over to the couch and handing you a card. You open it and pull it out to see it’s covered in love hearts with a simple ‘Happy Birthday’ on the front. However, when you open it to look inside, the cutest message is written.

‘Y/N,

Whether we are together or apart, you’re first in my thoughts and first in my heart. Happy birthday baby.

Lots of love, Johnny x’

As much as he likes to play dumb, he’s actually very intelligent and very cute and thoughtful. This card means more to you than any present ever could. Your lips touch his as you thank him for his beautiful words and mutter “i love you” in between the kisses.

“Now, open this one first” he instructs, pointing to the square box. You pick it up, placing it on your lap and start to undo the black ribbon tied neatly on top and when you lift the lid, a canvas is lightly covered in red tissue paper. It’s a picture of you and Johnny together. His lips are just touching your forehead and you’re smiling so big that you’re pretty sure your face was hurting. You both look like the epitome of happiness.

Tears brim in your eyes and you let one fall before turning to him “Johnny, i love it. It’s perfect” he tilts your head up to capture your lips in a loving kiss followed by a small make out session. He’s always struggled to stop at one kiss.

“I was worried it would be too much but i thought you could hang it right above our bed”

Did he just say our bed? Wait, are you missing something here because you don’t live with him, sure you’ve discussed it but never made any official decisions.

You can see he quickly regrets saying it as soon as he widens his eyes before clearing his throat and handing you the next present. This one is a tad smaller than the box before and it’s a white box with sticker in the middle, the writing is unclear but you waste no time in pulling the lid off to reveal a gorgeous apron.

When you and Johnny first met it was at a bake sale that Sue had dragged him along to. You were selling cakes that you had made, all sorts of flavours. He kept coming around to your booth over and over, tasting a different cake each time and giving you more than the money that they costed. You remember your sister who was helping you sell them telling you that he liked you but you waved her off, refusing to believe that you’d caught someones eye. But funny enough, before he left, he plucked up the courage to ask for your number and the rest is history.

The apron is white with a variety of colours all over it, the strings are pink and you’re in love with it. Now you’re desperate to get in the kitchen and bake just so you can wear it. He must have noticed the way your current one was getting rather tatty and the fact that he thought to get you this just goes to show how thoughtful he is and how much attention he pays to you.

“It’s so beautiful” you beam, holding it up to admire it some more “just like you then” he winks, snaking his arms around your torso and pulling you closer as he holds the final present in his hands.

Though you’re trying your best, you just can’t get the way he said our bed, out of your head. What did he mean by that?

“And this is the last one, i promise” he chuckles, popping it into your small hands and allowing you to open it. Once you do, a key sits in the middle with your initials written on one side and his on the other. You look up at him, more tears forming as it starts to click what this means “will you move in with me?” tears form in his eyes too as he looks at you with puppy dog eyes and you wrap your arms around him “yes, i’d love to” you grin, kissing him some more.

“Really?” does he even need to ask?

“Yes, really. I’d love to live with you”

He cups your face with both of his hands, deepening the kiss if that’s even possible before resting his forehead to yours and a relieved sigh escapes “i tried my hardest not to ruin it when you opened the canvas but i guess i just got too excited” he explains, so that’s what he meant by our bed.

Now it makes sense why he was looking at duvet sets and toothbrush holders for his place. He was preparing in case you said yes. Which you did and it was the easiest yes you’ve ever given.

Johnny then stands up, clearing any rubbish away before sitting back down next to you and going over the plans for the rest of the day. He mentions how he’s booked a table for dinner tonight but wants to take you shopping for something new to wear first. You reluctantly agree, after losing the battle with him. You tried to explain that you could just wear something you already have but he wasn’t having any of it.

You never win.

After getting your shoes on and brushing your teeth, you walk out into the hall to get your coat from the rack and as you do, Johnny bends down to pick up some post before spotting you stood there.

“Looks like you’ve got some cards” he states, handing them to you for you to open.

The first one you open is from your sister, she’s been busy lately with college so you didn’t expect to see her today but it’s the thought that counts.

The next one is from your parents. Johnny takes them from you once you read what’s inside so he can set them down next to the card you got from Sue and Reed and his one.

As he does this you notice him reading the cards and his face falls once he reads the one from your parents.

“Are you okay?” stupid question but you can’t just jump straight into a conversation like that, he has to know that you’re treading lightly. It’s always been a tough subject for him.

“Yeah, i’m fine” he shrugs it off before placing it down and turning to leave the room “shall we go then?” but you stop him.

“Johnny” he shakes his hand from your grasp, pulling away and letting out an annoyed deep breath “leave it Y/N” he snaps but you don’t. You can’t just keep leaving it. You want him to tell you when he’s ready but you’re afraid that day may never arrive unless you prove to him how much you care.

You sit back down on the couch and your silent prayers that he’ll join you pays off as he takes a seat next to you “Johnny, i know this isn’t exactly a conversation you want to have with me but i want you to know that i love you no matter what and i want to be here for you if you ever need me” you explain, taking his hands and holding them both in yours.

“I’m fine, Y/N seriously. I just need to stop being silly and move on from it. Most people have their parents around and i don’t, i haven’t since i was 10 and that’s fine” he rushes, in hopes that it’ll get you off his back but you aren’t budging.

Silence falls upon the two of you for a couple of minutes and you decide to just let him calm down before speaking. Eventually he beats you to it “i didn’t exactly have the best childhood. I was raised by my older sister and spent years so angry at the world that i did everything in my power to shut everyone out. I constantly wanted to lash out and make people hurt the way i was hurting. I joined gangs, i’d commit silly crimes like stealing and when that stopped distracting me, i resorted to self harm. I’d sit in my room for hours upon hours, sometimes even days and just lay there, music drowning out all the noise as i constantly attacked my own body. I hated who i’d become but who i’d become was the only way i could stop myself from hearing those voices in my head. Voices that told me my parents were better off not being parents to me and that i was a failure”

Tears drown your vision out as you listen to the man you love open up for the first time since you met him. He’s never told you about any of this. Now you can see why. When terrible things happen to us as a human race, we’re taught that no one will understand or that we are freaks and should just keep it to ourselves. Men are conditioned to feel like showing any kind of emotion will make them less of a man and that they need to be strong. The stigma attached to mens mental health is shocking and now you wonder if he ever told Sue any of this. You know she’s aware of him having some issues but has she known about this all along, all of the details?

“My mother died when i was 8, her and my dad were in a car accident, he survived and she well, you already know. Her side of the car was the side that got hit and my dad who was a doctor, struggled to save her. He spent so long beating himself up for it, blaming himself and soon enough he found comfort in alcohol. He drunk himself stupid every night almost and eventually got into gambling. Sue tried her best to help him, using me as a bribe for him to turn his life around, telling him that i needed a dad and if i lost him too it would destroy me. But he didn’t care. He was consumed by guilt, so much so that he got into a lot of trouble, mostly with loan sharks, we lost our house after he left and had to go and live with my aunt”

“Left? Where did he go?” you ask, keeping a hold of his hands as they shake from recounting all of his childhood trauma to you, you can see this is hard for him “if you don’t want to tell me then i won’t make you”

“No, i need to do this. He never died, i lied to you. He got sent down for murder two years after my mom passed, the lone sharks he got into trouble with were threatening him, it got pretty bad and he saw no way out. It’s just easier for me to say he died because i’m ashamed to admit that he refuses to see me or Sue and if i’m being honest, he might as well be dead. He doesn’t want anything to do with us. He said the guilt that fills him at the mention of our names is enough to make him want to stay away. He still blames himself for my mothers death”

You feel extremely overwhelmed right now, unsure of what to say until he turns to look at you.

“Listen to me, in no way are your parents better off being gone. If they were still with you and in your life, they’d be so proud of you. Johnny, i mean it. You’re incredible, the things you’ve achieved in the last year alone are something to be celebrated. I love you and i’m not going to let you diminish everything that you are. You’re brave and strong and i’m so glad to call you my boyfriend”

He leans his head on your shoulder and you pull him in for a hug. Both of your eyes fill with more tears as some fall down your faces and you can tell that right now all he needs is for you to be here and hold him.

After hearing all of that, everything makes sense. The way he acts, the way he overcompensates with his flirting and humour. He uses it as a mask, to cover up who he is in the dark when he’s alone. When you’re not around, this is him. Just a scared little boy who’s known rejection, sadness and regret for as long as he can remember. He’s just wanted to feel accepted, loved and wanted by those around him and he was forced to grow up way too early, losing his parents so close together can’t have helped him at all. Knowing his dad doesn’t want to see him saddens you all the more.

“Are you, you know... self harming now?” the one question you hate to ask but you have to know “no, i haven’t since before i met you. I found other ways to help my anger like working out” you both pull away from the hug and he sees how puffy your eyes are, his aren’t much better either.

“How did you do it?” again, you really don’t want to know but you have to, you want to understand him more and you’re hoping he won’t pull away from you now “however i could. Cutting, punching. All sorts. To me it didn’t matter what i did as long as i did something to ease the pain but the release never lasted long enough”

You close your eyes, sighing. All you feel for him right now is sympathy and anger. Angry that you didn’t know him then to help him but sympathy because no one should ever have to go through that. No one should ever have to feel so much pain that they resort to hurting themselves, no one should ever have to feel so worthless that they get themselves into trouble and lash out at everyone around them. His dad should have stayed, he should have used Johnny and Sue as a reason to fight but even then, addiction is hard to fight so it’s not like it would have been easy for him. Guess life just has a funny way of working out and this all happened for a reason. A very sick reason but a reason nonetheless. You’re just glad he’s with you now.

“I ruined your birthday” he mumbles, looking down and picking at the skin around his fingernails, anxiety practically drowning him but you’re not gonna let him do this.

You force him to look in your eyes and wipe the tears as they fall from his bloodshot eyes “hey, I don’t want to hear that you ruined my birthday. My birthday could never be ruined with you here. Whenever you’re around i feel like nothing could take away how good i feel” and it’s true, he makes you feel better, he improves your mood. You love him and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to stop.

There’s nothing he could ever tell you that could ever make you leave “are you sure?” his voice is low and barely audible but you hear it “i’m certain” he falls into your arms again and you kiss his head whilst you squeeze him tight “i love you” he sobs, his tears dripping onto your skin “and i love you” you rock him side to side, hoping to calm this frightened boy.

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After a while of just sitting there holding him, your phone rings, bringing you out of that sad state. It’s Sue.

He opens his eyes to see where all the noise is coming from and you move to pick the phone up.

“Hi Sue” you greet, barely even attempting to act nonchalant “sure, when?” she tells you that she was thinking of cooking for you, for your birthday and wants to know if you and Johnny are free.

You put the phone on speakerphone so Johnny can hear and he just gives you a nod as if to say ‘it’s up to you’. You know the relationship he has with Sue is important to him and he’s always been very happy about how well the two of you get along so you agree without a second longer to fester over it.

Sue hangs up to start cooking whilst Johnny excuses himself to reschedule the reservation for tomorrow instead. He insists that he wants today to be all about you and if going to have dinner with Sue is what you want, he doesn’t mind making the change but you still feel bad. He had this whole day planned and you can’t help but feel as though you’ve ruined it.

“Baby, it’s fine. Sue’s cooking is great, not 5 star Greek restaurant great but still great. We’ll go to that place tomorrow” he kisses your forehead as he heads into the other room to freshen up and you follow.

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The journey to Reeds place doesn’t take long at all, it’s practically round the corner which doesn’t surprise you. You can recall Reed and Sue looking at bigger places but Sue ended up calling it off because she wanted to be close to Johnny at all times. Close enough so that if he ever needed her, she could be there.

Sue answers the door, smiling at you both as she ushers you inside, giving you a big hug and a present before you sit down “i was going to give this to you yesterday along with the card but i decided to wait until today”

You rip open the simple wrapping paper to reveal a Tiffany & Co. box with a white gold lock pendant necklace inside . It’s gorgeous “wow, guys. You really didn’t have to” you’re in shock “thank you so mucj”

She brings you into a hug before you stand to hug Reed too and shortly after Sue leads you away from him and Johnny and into the kitchen.

“You know i really ought to thank you” she says as she starts to dish up the food into serving bowls “since you came around, he’s been different. Happier. And i’m not saying this to make you feel obligated to stay with him but i want you to know that seeing him truly happy really means the world. You listen to him, you care for him and you love him”

Hearing Johnny say that you make him a better person and improve his life always leads to you waving him off like it’s nothing and that he doesn’t need to remind you what you’ve done for him because he’s improved your life too but hearing Sue say it, hearing her thank you like this. It all feels more real, like you really have made a difference.

“He told me everything” you blurt out, unsure if Johnny would want you to tell her that you know and by the way she shivers, you can see you caught her off guard “really?” she keeps herself busy with the food as she talks and when you walk closer to face her she freezes.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you both and i just want to say that any time you want to talk, i’m here. It must be hard sometimes carrying all of that on your back but just so you know, you’ve done an amazing job with Johnny. I couldn’t think of someone who’s sweeter or more polite and he’s doing well for himself” your praise sets her off and she starts wiping at her eyes before hugging you once more “thank you”

Johnny enters the kitchen, clearing his throat to announce his presence and when he sees the two of you, clearly having a heart to heart, his eyes soften “is the food almost ready?”

Sue nods, gesturing to the many serving bowls on the kitchen counter “take the potatoes and vegetables in please and send Reed in too” he nods, smiling as he does as he’s told before looking towards you with pure adoration.

God, he’s everything. He’s brave, loving and strong. You’re so glad he trusted you enough to open up and you’re gonna continue to be there for him, should he ever need to talk to you about any of it again.

Years have gone by with him never being able to find the words to talk about his childhood until you came along. Sharing everything with you was the first step to finally moving forward. Maybe he stands a real chance now at living a life free of all that pain. Maybe one day that will be possible and he can finally stop worrying about everything haunting him. One step at a time though.

He’s got you here with him to help him through and that’s all that matters right now.

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icicleteeth · 4 years

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Daedric Prince Cakes Design Doc

(For those seeing this before the full set of cakes are up, I’m just posting this ahead of time so that I can link it right when the post goes up. Full doc under the cut!)

Azura: Each layer of Azura’s cake creates a gradient of deep dark blue to lighter pink to represent dusk and dawn. Red roses on top represent the crown of red roses she’s seen wearing in many of her depictions.

Boethiah: Colors that stuck out to me for Boethiah were blacks, golds, and reds, so the base of her cake is a marble cake (as the patterns in marble cakes matched a theme of elegance that I thought also fit her very well) Cherries for a touch of red, golden skull ornament, and a tiny prop of Hopesfire, as what I knew Boethiah for was being Almalexia’s Anticipation.

Sheogorath: Sheo’s cake is a cheesecake (for reasons I’m sure most know), with a bright purple gelatin top, as purple is one of his primary colors. The two truffles on top represent dark seducers and golden saints, with butterfly wing decorations. White chocolate is used for the square on top since white chocolate is sweeter and less bitter, which is meant to contrast his other side (Jyggalag)

Jyggalag: Also a cheesecake, done so to mirror Sheogorath’s cake in both type and composition. His includes a much more muted pallet with a darker bitter chocolate decorating the top.

Clavicus Vile: A mousse cake, with layers of browns similar to his TES Redguard appearance. The fig on top is representative of a “forbidden fruit”, as Clavicus is the prince of trickery. The two carved and shaped chocolate slices are a visual representation of the horns on the Masque of Clavicus Vile.

The smaller mousse is Barbas, always by his side even in cake form...

Sanguine: Red velvet cake, to fit the decadent nature of Sanguine. Only red fruit on top, with a red rose decoration to represent Sanguine’s Rose. One cherry is a “popped” cherry, since he’s a prince of lust.

Hircine: Hircine’s cake is designed to be as snowy white as possible, representative of the white stag you hunt for his quest in Skyrim. The small antlers and snowberries decorating the top fit the aesthetic of a snow white cake, so they were used here.

Trinimac: Though he’s not a daedric prince, I wanted to include him too. Trinimac’s cake is designed entirely from speculation and meaning, in the sense that being an Aedra and, from what I understand, being one of the main gods of the Aldmer, I felt a more dignified type of cake like coffee cake suited him. In both shape, color, and flavor, it is meant to be a foil to Malacath’s cake.

Malacath: To contrast Trinimac, Malacath’s cake is a king cake, which is very sweet and very colorful. A small orichalcum figurine of an orc is hidden in one of the different pieces, and is found, or “born” from the cake, referencing how Trinimac became Malacath.

Mephala: Dark chocolate for this one, as I thought it fit her aesthetic better. Pomegranates are a symbol of fertility so was included on top, with cherries adding more shades of red to her cake’s pallet. The spider web shaped frosting wrapped around the base of the cake is there to more visually represent her.

Meridia: Making her cake angel food cake was a bit of on the nose reference to how she’s sometimes depicted as an angel in her statues. The “Meridia’s beacon” white truffle is decorated with white chocolate wings for more of the angel motif, though I mostly went into her design with whites and golds in mind.

Mehrunes Dagon: Dagon’s cake is a “tower” of things to represent the daedric towers you’d see in Oblivion, with a lava cake as the base, a scoop of ice cream (which was done so because most of the lava cakes I looked at for reference) and a cherry on top representative of a sigil stone.

Molag Bal: Designing Molag Bal’s cake to be a cupcake was admittedly an “I don’t like this prince so I’m going to make them a measly cupcake” decision, haha. As for the rest of the design choices, they were mostly inspired by ESO’s Molag Bal as that’s his most major appearance in TES. Blue frosting and fire, plus the cupcake holder is drawn direction from gates you’d see in Coldharbour.

Hermaeus Mora: Designed completely visually from Skyrim’s Herma Mora, I’d say it speaks for itself... I promise the eyes aren’t real they’re just fun little gummies...

Peryite: Lots of green for Peryite; the green gelatin topping drawn like the green goop you see in his Skyrim quest, the small green blue topping meant to look like little bits of backteria (though admittedly they don’t quite read that way, haha) and a decorative green snake on top (not real, probably)

Nocturnal: Another cake represented more visually, with black frosting, dark chocolate cake and dark blue/purplish fruits on top. The honey drizzle is in the shape of the gold trim seen on her robes in most of her depictions (thinking specifically of Skyrim and ESO’s take on her).

Namira: Namira is a prince of lower diseased/sickly creatures, so her cake was designed to reflect that, plus some Namira’s Rot mushrooms for good measure. The meat is...a mystery meat that is probably best not to ask about...

Vaermina: A tart made of alchemy ingredients, as alchemists were a big part of her quest with the Dreamstride. As for the alchemical reagents used...they would certainly put someone to sleep, to put it generously...

#foodposting #i tried to keep each description short because there were so many to go over and i know im gonna Go Off if I dont fjdlfjs

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gffa · 4 years

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LUMI’S LIST OF DESIRED ITEMS IN ANIMAL CROSSING: NEW HORIZONS. (Updated from this list, which was cut down massively by help from @bpdanakins, @stardatewow, @nobie, @zforhire, @belldreams, all of you are amazing!!) As always, I can provide bells or trades for stuff, if you need! I am more than happy to pay for any items (especially the expensive ones) or give NMT in exchange or provide materials, if you need them! RECIPES: - Scattered papers (recipe only and only if it’s convenient!) - Pile of zen cushions (OR about 10 of them made by someone with the receipe, I can provide the materials) I TEMS NEEDED FROM NOOK’S CRANNY: - Elaborate Kimono Stand (Cranes)(Balls) (thank you @seebearrun) (They’re expensive, like 220k each, but I can provide the bells or trade for one of the other designs I have, if you want! I have all but the two above.) - Berliner - Box Corner Sofa (White) (thank you @seebearrun) - Box Sofa (White) (thank you @seebearrun) - Glass Holder With Candle (Purple)(Pink)(Blue) (thank you @seebearrun) - Pop-Up Book (Flowers)(Mesozoic World) - Kids’ Tent (Pink)(Black)(Floral)(Brown) (thank you @seebearrun) - Monstera (Yellow) ANYTHING ELSE: - Well, I mean, if you don’t WANT your wedding candles or any of the in-game cakes, I would be happy to trade for them or buy them or whatever, but I figure most serious players would want theirs because they’re not purchasable. XD But if you change your mind LET ME KNOW. :D

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chemiste · 4 years

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Sweet Secrets

This is for my first writing night, using the flower prompt list I made.

“Ice plant/sun cup for writing night w Harry“

-to the anon that requested this, I hope this is what you were looking for!

“Hello Ladies and Gents! Tonight we have with us a very special guest, Mister Harry Styles!”

Emerging from the curtains, the superstar himself strutted out. He looked very fresh in a blue velvet 3 piece suit, his rings accenting the look perfectly.

After a quick handshake, the two men sat in their respective areas. James smiled eagerly, ready to get the show on the road.

“How are you doing old man? Kids alright?” Harry said, a slight chuckle in his voice.

James rolled his eyes, “They’re doing fine, you sod. Everything coming along for the third album? I’ve heard whispers that it’s gonna be the best one yet.”

The rockstar grinned, pulling on his lip to give him a moment while he collected his thoughts.

“Ah, well, here’s to hoping everyone thinks that.”

“You cheeky boy! So ‘humble’ am I right?” James asked the audience, doing quotes around the word ‘humble’.

“Alright, enough with the pleasantries, I’ve spoken to your team and they’ve agreed to a last minute game I like to call, Sweet Secrets!”

As the audience cheered, the curtain on the floor of the stage rose, showing a table filled with tiny deserts, ranging from brownies that bore the Late Late symbol, to pink and blue petit fours that had Harry’s Album covers painted on the tops.

The look on Harry’s face was pure terror and a bit of excitement. The singer made a quick glance to Jeff, his manager on the side of the stage who looked absolutely thrilled.

Okay, this may or may not be revenge for when H changed all of Jeff’s underwear to lingerie on the trip they took to Italy 2 weeks ago, but who was keeping score?

After a quick commercial, the lads were each sitting at the table, a small plate in front of them with a fork and knife set to the side.

“And we’re back! Harold and I are about to play a brand new game called Sweet Secrets!”

H made a big deal of laying his napkin in his lap, earning a few snickers from the crowd.

James continued, “The game is simple, you choose one of these delicious things in front of us and cut into it! Theres a small plastic ball inside that hold a slip of paper with a question! You can either answer the question, or eat the whole desert infant of you. Got it?”

The audience clapped and Harry nodded, slightly worried but also amused, this should be too bad. Right?

“Okay, Harry you can start.”

“Okay, hmm,” he glanced down at the options in front of him, deciding which treat would be the easiest to consume if he abstained the question inside. “How about this one?”

He plucked a strawberry cake pop from it’s holder, the HS embroidered into the fondant simmered under the studio lights and he moved it to his plate.

He cut into the pop and pull the little bobble out, taking the piece of paper out to read.

“Okay the question is, how many times have you skinny dipped?”

He laughed as a few girls screamed upon hearing the concept of him being naked, James as well in a fit of giggles.

“I guess, let see,” Harry counted the few moments on his fingers, going onto his second hand before stopping at a finger.

“Eight-ish? I used to go with a couple mates when we were ‘round 15 so I don’t know if I’ve done it in a while for the fear of my dick being plastered on the daily mail is terrifying enough.”

James went, going for a brownie, his question being, “Does your partner snore and if so, has it ever been so bad you’ve woken up?”

Needless to say, Corden ate the damn brownie.

The next question Harry had was a bit more, scandalous, it being, “Has someone ever bed so bad in bed you couldn’t get it up?” Thankfully the treat he had chosen was a small thing of jello, not too terrible.

“Okay, I’ve chosen the carrot cake, and my question is “which celebrity have you met that you wish to never see again?”

The audience roared at the question, egging James on to reveal his answer.

“I’m gonna go with Kevin Spacey, not that nice when I first met him and then all that stuff came out so…”

Harry and him going into their own childish tactics, pointing at each other while exclaiming “eh?” Before they broke into song, “let’s call the whole thing off!”

The two went through the game a few more times, Harry eating a rice cake, a slice of cake and 2 more cake pops. James ate the same amount, so easy to say the boys had had their fill of sugar.

James glanced over to the producer before turning back to the camera, “it seems we’re running out of time so Harry please chose your last desert. Fingers crossed it’s good enough to get my show on the 5 o’clock news!”

H smiled before taking a breath and picking up a petit four, the one with his first album cover on the top.

Harry scanned through the question, instantly dropping his hands and and tilting his head to look at the ceiling.

James snatched the paper out of his hands as the rockstar stood up out of his chair, groaning. The burly brit he used to call his friend laughed as he read the slip that cause Harry’s reaction.

“Ha ha ha! Oh boy H, you’ve really brought this on yourself! He pulled the only golden slip in the whole bunch, you know what this means!”

From off stage, a few techies rolled on another plate. This time the petit four seated before them was a real cake, an a big one at that.

Corden got up as well and stepped over to the bigger cake, “The question, for those of you wondering, is, what’s your biggest secret?!”

The audience’s reaction was instantaneous, claps and screams echoed through the studio.

Harry sat back down, in his chair slightly defeated. He made a move to grab his fork and knife, heading over to the big cake. Boos rang through the room, especially chants of “answer! answer! answer!” Soon enough the whole studio was saying it.

James raised his hands to slice the crowd, turning to his mate standing beside him.

“What’s it gonna be H? Easily let us in on your biggest secret, or…” the host gestured to the giant cake before them.

Harry held his face in his hands before holding up the fork and knife

…and placing it down on the table.

The audience cheered as he stood, front and center, ready to spill his biggest secret.

James started bouncing in side spot, equally as excited as the audience before them.

“My biggest secret is…”

“I’m engaged.”

Harry could’ve sworn a few light bulbs popped from the sound in the studio. The sound could probably be heard outside the building, maybe even a few blocks further.

James grabbed onto Harrys jacket and pulled the boy into a hug, the surprise on his face overwhelmed by the joy of hearing the news one of his closest friends was getting married.

The audience calmed slightly as James quickly lead Harry to the couch, hopefully to get the bride to be’s name.

“Harry! I can’t believe this! Congratulations!”

“Thank you, I’m very happy as well.”

The host shook his hands before planting them down on his lap as he had said on the couch with H.

“Who’s the girl? I didn’t even know you dating someone!”

The boy’s cheeks warmed a sweet pink, he rubbed the back of his neck, accidentally bringing forth a small chain that had a ring hanging on it.

Harry’s engagement ring.

“Well, we didn’t want the media breathing down our necks so we might’ve devised a plan to keep everyone on a different trail.”

“Do I know her? Have I met her?”

The singer chuckled, “Oh yeah, probably talked to her a bunch as well.”

James brow furrowed as he tried to go through anyone he’d talked to that could be associated with Harry in the past year or so.

Then it seemed like a lightbulb went off.

He looked up at Harry with a shocked expression, “No, wait, is it,” the host took a pause, waiting for Harry confirmation that it was okay to say the name.

With a glint in his eye he turned to a crewman off stage. “Can we please have Harry’s PA come to the couch?”

The audience chatted loudly amongst themselves, looking towards every person with a head set, wondering if they’d be the one to step up onto the stage.

Not detected yet, a girl with h/c hair cautiously approached James from his back. She wore black jeans, a slightly to large rolling stones t-shirt, a headset, and converse that had been colored in the rainbow along the edge.

She poked James in the shoulder, giving him a small wave when he turned around.

“Y/N! Congrats! I can’t believe you kept it under wraps so well.”

Y/N crossed over to Harry, sitting down next to him, a little finicky under the gaze of so many eyes.

Harry spoke up, “We thought this would be the best way to be able to stay close but not have to be nervous for anyone with a camera seeing us together, we kept the PDA to a zero in public but it was great to have that sense of safety the cover provided.

“No longer though, eh?” James grinned. Harry turned his head and smile softly at his fiancé, “Nope, no more hiding.”

That earn a round of applause from the audience, seemly in awe of the sweet couple before them.

James laughed, “You realize though that now every celebrity and PA are gonna be looked at as secret lovers from now right?”

“Oh, oops!”

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designsbymarii · 3 years

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welcome to avengers campus, isn’t it nice to be back, MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG ? it’s been so long since i’ve seen you being a typical NINETEEN year old DESIGNER, the image of ANNA CATHCART against the retroreflective panels of headquarter buildings. feels like forever since i’ve seen you hanging around AVENGERS ACADEMY. i don’t blame you, though; it fits your vibes perfectly given everyone associates you with THE SMELL OF FRESH BAKED MACAROONS, SMALL DOODLES ON THE SIDES OF HER NOTEBOOK, & YARDS OF FABRIC THROWN ABOUT HER MESSY ROOM. makes sense too: considering you’re known for being + OUTGOING & + HONEST, even when you can be quite - AWKWARD & - CLUMSY, too. hey, have you seen the news reports lately …? i heard you’ve been getting visions from MIRACULOUS LADYBUG beginning to return, waking up from dreams of BEING OVER WORKED AS THE GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS AND NOT HAVING TIME FOR ANYTHING ANYMORE. must be something in the water … say, did you always have THE LADYBUG MIRACULOUS on hand ? i’ve never seen you leave home without it. — ( she/her/hers, cis female )

Basic Information

Full Name: Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Nickname(s): Mari, princess, m’lady, buggaboo

Age: Nineteen

Date of Birth: July 9th

Hometown: Paris, France

Current Location: Avengers Campus, USA

Ethnicity: Chinese & French

Nationality: French

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Orientation: heteroromantic & bisexual

Occupation: Designer.

Living Arrangements: tbd

Language(s) Spoken: English, French

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Anna Cathcart

Hair Colour: Blue

Eye Colour: Blue

Height: 5′2

Weight: 115lbs, roughly

Tattoos: none

Piercings: just her ears, she always have black studs in, but shh when she’s ladybug - they transform into red with black dots.

Clothing Style: Marinette has a very basic style, but does make a lot of her own clothes.

Health

Physical Ailments: n/a - unless you count being short a physical ailment

Allergies: n/a

Sleeping Habits: Marinette rarely sleeps. she is a night owl and is very used to running on four hours or less of sleep. though this is not healthy at all.

Eating Habits: Marinette doesn’t really have any weird eating habits. she does eat sweets a fair bit, but thats only because she’s grown up in a bakery.

Exercise Habits: as marinette - she rarely works out, but as ladybug she is very skilled and is normally in pain after flying through the air with her yoyo.

Emotional Stability: 8/10, she would be a 10/10 if she didn’t beat herself up over when she's talking to boys and she just can’t

Sociability: marinette is a social butterfly, being friends with almost every one she makes contact with.

Body Temperature: average

Addictions: none

Drug Use: never

Alcohol Use: drinking age in France is sixteen, so she likes some wine with her dinner., i don’t think she’d do anything harder than that.

Personality

Label: Ladybug

Positive Traits: outgoing, honest

Negative Traits: awkward, clumsy

Favourites

Weather: Sunny days, when its not to hot, but not too cold

Colour: pink

Music: Pop, taylor swift is high on her list.

Movies: disney, rom-coms, chick flicks

Sport: funny

Beverage: coke, Rose wine, birthday cake vodka

Animal: ladybug

Family

Father: Tom Dupain, 40, baker

Mother: Sabine Cheng, late 30s, baker

Sibling(s): n/a

Family’s Financial Status: high-middle class

Extra

Zodiac Sign: cancer

Hogwarts House: hufflepuff

Moral Alignment: lawful good

Even More Extra

everything from cannon is canon for Marinette you can read it fully on her wiki page here

the quick tl;dr is marinette receved some magical earrings when she was fifteen after helping who she now knows as master fu cross the street. These earning are the ladybug miraculous. it grants the user the power of creation. She is able to summon a lucky charm to defeat the akumitzed people of paris from hawkmoth. her ‘ladybugs’ are also able to fix anything that had been broken in the attack. After some time, master fu did give up being the miracle box holder, and giving it to Marinette. she, along with her classmates have helped save paris a multitude of times.

EARTH 200000

everything from cannon has happened to her on this earth.

she moved to the states after graduating high school, planning on attending collage in New York city, planning on getting a degree in fashion.

more to be addeded later as i think of it

AND THATS WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE

#afm.intro #&& musings;;

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miafic · 4 years

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“fuck, i needed this so bad,” zakk murmured as he and lucas walked out of the starbucks and back to the car. he unwrapped a straw as he continued, “this morning sucked ass, and that phone call after lunch was brutal. fuck insurance companies.”

lucas lifted his caffè americano up in agreement. he unlocked the van with his free hand and headed to the driver’s seat while zakk walked around the front to get in on the passenger side.

lucas opened the door just in time to hear a splat followed by zakk hissing, “shit!”

“what?” lucas set his coffee in the cup holder and leaned around to see what was going on.

zakk had dropped his tea all over the pavement and was standing with both hands covering his face. his shoes and the bottom of his jeans had red juice all over them.

“aw, zakk,” lucas hummed sympathetically.

“just give me a second,” zakk said tightly, but lucas could hear the tears in his voice. he shut the car door and walked over to him, where he began lovingly rubbing his upper arms.

“stop, you’re gonna make me cry,” zakk complained.

instead of pointing out, you’re already crying, he replied, “i’ll get you another drink.”

zakk shook his head and softly sobbed.

lucas rested his forehead against zakk’s hair. “why are you so upset?”

“today sucked, and i’ve been looking forward to my tea since yesterday, and i just dropped it.”

“i’ll get you another one,” lucas repeated. “it’s really no problem.” and it wasn’t. it was what, two minutes and three or four dollars? not worth crying over. but zakk didn’t seem to agree.

“i’m sorry,” he said hopelessly, and he started to really cry then.

lucas frowned. “zakk...”

zakk pushed forward, hiding his face in lucas’ hoodie. lucas hugged him, and he kissed the top of zakk’s head before tucking it beneath his chin. “it’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered lightly, rocking zakk a little bit from side to side.

“fucking homos,” came a disgusted voice.

lucas’ head snapped up, and zakk looked over, too.

“he’s my little brother,” lucas said easily.

“aw, yeah, right,” the guy said, shaking his head, and he disappeared into the store beside the starbucks.

lucas looked down to apologize to zakk for the disturbance, but zakk was staring at him, mouth slightly open. his eyes were full of hurt. “are you kidding me?” zakk demanded.

“wh- i just wanted him to leave us alone.”

“‘he’s my little brother’?!”

“i was protecting you.”

“don’t ever do that again.”

“zakk-”

zakk gave lucas’s chest a little push to get him to let go, and he stepped around the puddle of fruit drink on the ground. then he climbed into the car and slammed the door.

“zakk,” lucas sighed at the window, but zakk ignored him. he had no choice but to go back to the driver’s side. he opened the door and stood outside the cab, where he said, “i really am sorry. i just didn’t want to get into it with some asshole-”

“it’s fine.”

“no, it’s not. you’re right; i shouldn’t have said that.”

“i know.”

lucas sagged against the frame of the door. “do you want some more tea?”

petulantly, zakk shook his head. tears were spilling down his cheeks.

“okay, i’ll get you another one. hang on-”

“i said no!” zakk half-yelled.

lucas paused.

“i just want to go home!” he buried his face in his hands and let himself sob.

lucas heaved a silent sigh, slipped into the driver’s seat, and quietly closed the door behind himself. but he didn’t turn the car on.

“can we please leave?” zakk asked.

lucas reached out to stroke his hair, and zakk shoved his hand away.

“i’m mad at you!”

“yeah, i know. you’re right to be.”

“i know,” zakk sobbed. he opened the glove compartment in front of him and yanked out a napkin. he wiped his nose and dried his cheeks, but he kept crying. “don’t do that to me! don’t tell people i’m your brother!” they made brief eye contact, and lucas could see the pain on his face. “i’m not your brother. i’m your boyfriend.”

lucas nodded.

“how do you think that makes me feel? you always wanna know how the kids think things would make other people feel. how do you think i felt when you said i was your brother?”

lucas stared at his lap. “not great.”

“no, not great, lucas!”

“i was trying to protect you,” he repeated weakly.

“i know, but it felt like you...” he shook his head. “i think i’d rather you have gotten in a fight than deny our relationship.”

lucas’ eyebrows rose.

“maybe not. maybe the grass is greener on the other side,” zakk said, seemingly calming down the littlest bit as he spoke, “but it felt like shit. don’t ever tell people that i’m your brother,” he said again. “i’m not your brother.” a little rudely, he snapped, “can you turn the heater on, at least? it’s freezing.”

lucas obliged immediately, putting the key in the ignition and cranking the warm air up as high as it would go. “do you want my coffee?” he offered. “i only had a little bit-”

zakk shook his head. he stared out the window. “let’s go home.”

lucas stared at him for a long moment and then muttered, “i’ll be right back,” and went back into the starbucks. he placed an order and waited. through the window, lucas could see zakk alternating between crying more and using napkins to wipe his face, and his heart ached; he really thought he’d done the right thing.

“lucas?” the barista called, and he went up to collect what he’d gotten.

as he turned to head for the door, he saw zakk lowering his middle finger. lucas’ eyes followed zakk’s to where the man from earlier was walking back to his pickup truck, laughing to himself. lucas pursed his lips and watched to make sure the man left without incident. once he did, lucas went back to the van.

“i think i felt like you thought i wasn’t worth the the trouble of an argument,” zakk explained as soon as lucas opened the driver’s door. “thanks,” he said, taking the tea from lucas. it was a size bigger than it had been before, and it already had a straw inside.

lucas sat down and closed the door. zakk lifted the cup and spent a several seconds sipping from it.

“did i get the right thing?” lucas asked quietly.

zakk nodded, still drinking. his eyes were pink, and his face was pale. lucas felt a fresh twinge of sadness.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, meaning it with everything he had.

zakk nodded. “i know.” he sniffled a little and wiped his left cheek with the back of his hand. “just don’t do it again.”

“i won’t,” lucas promised. “unless - unless i think we’re really in danger, then i might have to.”

zakk was quiet.

“but otherwise, i won’t.”

“okay.”

“okay?” lucas echoed.

zakk nodded.

“i’m sorry.”

“thanks for my drink,” zakk said instead of responding. “i don’t think i'll be able to finish it, though.”

“that’s fine. just have what you want.”

zakk looked over him and gave him a tiny but grateful smile.

i love you, lucas mouthed.

zakk leaned across the console, and they shared a quick kiss.

lucas brushed some of zakk’s hair back from his face, relieved when zakk actually let it happen. “i got you something else, too. don’t kill me.”

“what is it?”

“you remember those little snowman cake pops you-”

zakk instantly set his cup between his thighs and made grabby hands.

“-swore off last year - okay, hang on,” lucas laughed. he took the carefully wrapped pastry bag out of his jacket pocket. “here.”

zakk dug into the bag for one and started to eat it right away. “three!” he declared excitedly as he saw that there were still two more inside. “thank you! i’m never gonna finish my drink now.”

lucas chuckled fondly. “that’s fine.” he’d intended to get two for zakk and one for himself, but if zakk wanted all three, then zakk could have all three.

“seatbelt,” lucas directed, and as zakk reached back for it, he put his own on, as well. then he shifted the car into reverse and carefully backed out of the space. they didn’t have to get the kids for another hour and twenty minutes, which meant exactly one thing: it was time to go home and watch some game of thrones.

#lucas #zakk #sun and moon #angst????#im sure this has typos i will fix them as i see them. send them if you want!#hcs

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amydancepants-peralta · 5 years

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we’re the fortunate ones (spinning ‘round the sun) ☀️

Here is chapter one of my entry into the @b99fandomevents 2020 vision challenge: Peraltiago celebrating NYEs, throughout the years/seasons.

More to come soon ☺️ (ao3)

season one: with these things there’s no telling (we just have to wait and see)

The first time Amy Santiago spends her New Year’s Eve with Jake Peralta, it happens completely without her volition.

She had been working alongside Jake (and the other detectives at the nine-nine) for three years now, and until Captain McGintley decided to partner them up together, had been able to avoid sharing too many cases with him. Jake was, to use his own terms, a Lone Wolf - so determined to be the hero that ran in to save the day that he often left little to no regard for the consequences. It was entirely different to the way Amy preferred to operate, and it was just one of the reasons why they often butted heads.

But a few months ago McGintley had retired, and Captain Holt (aka, her RABBI) had taken charge, and now the two of them were getting assigned together on a steady basis.

To say her tolerance level had risen to an all-time high was an understatement.

When the call had come in about a major drug bust going down on the docks at New Years Eve, Amy had been torn between the desire to be part of the action and the urge to lay low and attend the party her best friend Kylie had organised. In the end, tactical operations had won out over beer pong with strangers, and by 8pm she was in an unmarked car with Detective Daniels, making just enough small talk to make the passing time bearable.

Until, Daniels got a personal call three hours in and had to leave, and Holt had called in the relief team. Which so happened to be Detective Peralta.

In all honesty, Amy tries her very best to not let out a defeated sigh as her louder than normal partner jumps into the car, slinging a backpack undoubtedly filled with unnaturally-coloured drinks and bags of candy coated in sugar into the footwell before bending his legs and collapsing onto the seat. His smile is bright, but then it always is, and when she hands him the second pair of binoculars Amy notices how cold his hands are.

“The docks are cold at night” he mutters without prompting, and as Amy looks over him he shrugs. “You’re my partner. Even if I wasn’t in the stakeout with you, I was going to be around.” It was an oddly mature thing for him to say, and she stares for a beat longer, blinking in confusion with her own binoculars still resting in her lap. Turning his attention to the docks in front of them, Jake gives Amy a glance from the side of his eyes before shifting uncomfortably in his seat, obviously aware of her staring, and after a minute Amy lifts her binoculars and points them directly at Jake.

The image is distorted, obviously. If she turned the dial in the middle a little, it would focus on the flurry of curls in his overgrown hair; but for now she waits, and it only takes a few seconds before he sighs.

“What are you doing, Santiago?”

She lowers the goggles, gripping them with her fingers as she stares her partner down. “I don’t get it.”

Jake turns to look at Amy, furrowing his brow and glancing at their surroundings before returning his attention to her. “See, how it works is … you point those things at the stuff that’s really far away, and they become bigger through the lens.”

“I don’t need you to explain telescopic imagery to me, Peralta.” Amy huffs, her exasperation obvious as she drops the binoculars to her lap, folding her arms to her chest accusingly. “I’m talking about you. You had the night off. You could be literally anywhere else in the city right now. Why were you waiting outside?”

Another shrug. “You’re my partner, and I thought you might have needed backup.”

“Nuh-uh. Not buying it.” Narrowing her eyes, she gasps as a realisation strikes her. “The bet! You know you’re going to lose, so you’re trying to steal these arrests from me.” Raising her hand, Amy points one neatly manicured finger at her partner. “Sabotage! That is the lowest of the lows, Peralta. You have every right to be nervous, because I am clearly going to win this bet, but taking them from me? Unbelievable.”

Jake rolls his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief as Amy talks, and the look on his face only irritates her further. “Ah, firstly? I’m all for a little bit of fantasy, but making yourself believe that you’re going to win this bet is just foolish, Santiago. I am obviously the superior detective here. Secondly, I meant what I said earlier. You’re my partner. If you’re on a stakeout, I’m on a stakeout.” He pauses, feigning interest in the roof of the unmarked car they were in before muttering, “Holt is turning me into a better cop, or … whatever.”

Amy lets a silence fall over the two of them as she absorbs his last statement, hands fiddling distractedly with the strap on her binoculars. She wasn’t wrong - this whole evening had been completely out of character for him. But maybe his constant trips into the captain’s office were finally beginning to sink in; and maybe Jake was beginning to realise that as strong as they are on their own, they were far stronger as a team. She mumbles out a thank you, and he waves his hand at her, reaching for the car stereo and turning it on. Instantly, music blares from the speakers.

“Peralta!” she whispers, brushing his hand away from the knob and turning the volume down as her eyes dart around the docks for anyone that might have heard something. “You’ll blow our cover!”

“It’s nearly midnight, Santiago. We were going to miss the countdown.”

“The only thing we were going to miss was the handover taking place, you doofus!” He stares her down, this time holding his own against her withering gaze, and finally she sighs in defeat. “Alright, fine. We can listen to the radio. But on LOW, Peralta.”

He rolls his eyes again, and honestly sometimes he is just like a child, muttering “Fine, mom” as he turns the dial ever so slightly towards a higher volume. The music is gone, and two disc jockeys are talking in it’s place, reminding all their listeners that midnight was only three minutes away.

“Perfect timing!” Jake calls out, scooting his butt to the back of his seat as he leans down into the footwell, unzipping the backpack he’d dumped down there earlier and pulling out two small white cardboard boxes. Amy’s brows knit in confusion as she recognises the logo on the box - these were from Mia’s Brooklyn Bakery; a tiny little store about three blocks from her apartment, and her favourite place to sneak in a sweet treat. How Jake knew that, was something she didn’t understand.

“That’s my - ”

“Your favourite bakery?” Jake interrupts, smiling when Amy nods quickly. “Yeah, I figured. I’ve noticed the box one or two times when you’ve brought in a snack from home, and I googled the place a little while ago.” Huh. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad detective after all. “And I just thought, being on duty and all, we can’t really have champagne to celebrate the new year … but there’s nothing in the guidelines about cupcakes, right?”

His smile is so sweet, and Amy can’t help but return it. “Right.” Jake hands her a box, smile breaking out into a grin as he settles back into his seat, and Amy can feel his eyes on her as she opens the lid. The cupcake is vanilla, swirled with a sweet pink buttercream and tiny glittery sparkles littering the top. It looks delicious, and is exactly what she needs right now. “This looks amazing,” she states, looking over at Jake as she lifts the treat out of it’s box. He’s done the same already, and holds his up to hers in a silent cheers, peeling back the lining as the radio announcer reminds them there is one last minute until the countdown to 2014.

She takes a bite of the cupcake, licking off a little bit of frosting that remained on her lips and raising her eyebrows in surprise as she begins to feel tiny bursts inside her mouth. Quickly, she turns towards Jake, swallowing as she cries out, “Pop rocks?!”

“Fireworks,” he corrects her with a wink, taking his own oversized bite and giggling as the candy gets to work. “If we couldn’t get to the fireworks, then the fireworks were just going to have to come to us, Santiago.”

His enthusiasm is contagious, and Amy watches from her seat as he takes a swig of the orange soda he’d pulled from his bag to wash the cake down. It was different, seeing him in this light. Tonight, Peralta was more than just another detective from the precinct. He was her partner, who had sacrificed his New Years Eve to wait out in the cold, holding delicious snacks on standby and turning himself into the bright light that had warmed up her otherwise mediocre evening. He was still a man-child, but perhaps a slightly more mature man-child than she’d given him credit for, and … if she was being completely honest with herself? Just a little bit handsome.

Jake grins over at Amy as he returns his drink to the cup holder, and Amy can’t help but grin right back as she takes another bite, this time prepared for the miniature explosions as they pop against her tongue. A childlike giggle threatens to escape, and eagerly eats the remaining piece before the feeling fades. “This is so good!”

A terrible cover of Auld Lang Syne begins playing on the radio, interrupting their feast, and Jake wipes at the crumbs surrounding his mouth. He’s quiet as the song plays in the background, chewing on his lower lip before twisting towards her, resting his back against the car window. “Happy New Year, Amy.”

There’s a bunch of tiny explosions in her throat, and Amy wants to blame it on the cupcake but it just might be the tiny glimmer of something in Jake’s eye. Taking a deep breath, Amy pauses before smiling back at her partner. “Happy New Year, Jake.”

The song cover turns into a dance mix, blasting through the tiny speakers as the DJ obviously raises the volume in studio, and both detectives screw their face up in disgust, Jake’s hand reaching the power button first. They sigh in relief as a silence falls over the vehicle, and quickly Jake reaches for the binoculars still in his lap, holding them against his face and switching seamlessly back to Detective Mode. “So no sign of our perps yet, huh?”

Amy clears her throat, mirroring Jake’s actions with her own pair of binoculars and aiming them towards the shipping containers set up along the edge of the dock. “No, I think the intel might be a bust.” Pulling the lens away slightly, she glances over at Jake before facing forward again. “Looks like you’ll have to figure out another way to beat me at this bet, Peralta.”

He scoffs, a loud psh sound falling from his mouth. “Please. It’s you that needs to beat me, Santiago. In all seriousness, you really should be prepared for the worst date of your life.”

She can’t find the right thing to say in response (letting out a choked laugh instead), and so they get back to surveillance in silence, wrapping up the operation when Holt calls them in an hour later.

It’s another two weeks before the bet is over and Amy is forced to concede defeat. And despite all of her reservations, she finds that a date with Jake Peralta and his crushing debt wasn’t nearly as bad as she let herself think it would be.

#FLUFF TO COME I PROMISE!#b99 fandom events #b99 fanfic #Peraltiago New Years Eves #peraltiago fic #peraltiago fanfiction #myfic #happy January 14th!

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monstersandmaw · 5 years

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Male tiefling x male reader (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Here, for your delight and delectation, is Killygren the tiefling, another character from Starfall Springs! See this dashing rogue’s character art and bio info here in case you missed it.

His story has been up on Patreon for a little while, and now it’s time to put it up on here. There’s another Starfall Springs story that’s been up on there too, but you’ll have to wait for that one, featuring an orc.

Halfway through one of the hottest summers on record, you bought a bus ticket and rode it to the end of the line.

Unconventional, unpredictable, and possibly unwise though the decision may have been, you simply snapped and needed a break.

The city was stifling, the traffic overwhelming, and you needed green fields, perhaps some cool, breezy woodland, or the soft caress of an ocean breeze. Starfall Springs, you knew from an advertisement you’d seen on the Underground, had all three. And a huge number of non-human residents as well, which, you had to admit, made you curious.

Your travelling companion on the bus was a very elderly harpy lady who saw that you were travelling alone and proceeded to talk your ear off about the local area as you drew near to the town. In fact you didn’t mind because she was actually quite interesting and very sweet.

“That’s Jaime’s farm,” she said, nodding out of the dusty window at an old farmhouse in the distance, surrounded by open pasture. There was a round-pen for training horses, and a number of horses were standing in the shade of some huge beech trees beside a field of sheep and goats and another with a small herd of russet red cows. “He’s a sweetheart,” she said, but you had begun to tune the rest of it out by then. The lilting movements of the bus, and the warmth in the air, made you feel slightly sleepy, and it was hard to focus on her voice.

Eventually, you helped her off the bus and inhaled deeply. Already the air was different here; fresher, sharper despite the haze of pollen in the air. She thanked you for being “Such a polite young man,” and made her way off along the banks of the fast-flowing river which carved through the centre of the old collection of buildings.

Alone once again, you decided to head off towards the wide, paved market square in front of you. Stall holders yelled and called jovially, selling everything from fresh fish and meat to summer produce, cakes, handmade goods, knives, and even little witchy charms. You caught sight of a palomino centaur selling cider and apple juice, apple jelly, apple compote, and even dried apple crisps, and beside her was an orc wearing an apron which bore the logo of a local dairy. His stall had the most amazing array of different cheeses, and you paused long enough to be offered a free sample.

“Visitor?” he asked jovially.

You nodded. “Yeah, just thought I’d make an escape from the city for the day. Maybe even for the weekend…”

“Well, if you need a place to stay, Killy’s inn - the Inglenook over there - is great,” he said, pointing towards an old timber-framed building on the far side of the market square.

“Thanks,” you grinned.

The orc smiled back at you, and you marvelled at how open and friendly everyone seemed here, unlike the city where the majority of inhabitants were human, and they seemed singularly morose and unfriendly.

You wandered through the market for a while, your rucksack bashing uncomfortably against your back, until you came to the far side of the open plaza. Down the length of the main road out of the small town of Starfall Springs, you glimpsed the rolling countryside beyond. Gods, but it was idyllic.

The hills in the furthest distance were raked with lines of grapevines, the terracotta roofs of the vineyard buildings glowing in the heat of the summer sunshine, and a few miles away there looked to be a vast fruit orchard. Heat haze marred any real details, so you turned away and made your way back into the town, winding your way down cool, narrow, ancient streets where any number of little shops were tucked away, from antique stores to craft shops, some with pottery and ceramics made locally, to small greengrocers.

You emerged at the other end of town near the duck pond and you paused a moment in the cool shade of the poplar trees and gazed into the murky depths. A bubbling near the far edge drew your attention, and you stared, astonished, as a horse’s head surfaced from the murky water. The horse heaved itself out of the water at the opposite edge of the pond, duckweed and little water flowers clinging to its greenish-black coat and studding its flowing black mane. It shook itself and you continued to stare openly as it trotted off towards the temple which stood not far away from this end of town, in the middle of an open meadow.

“What the…?” you breathed, realising it must be some kind of water spirit, probably a kelpie. That just wasn’t the kind of thing you saw everyday in the city though; there were very few places left which were pure and unpolluted enough for creatures like that to survive. As if to drive home the point, a tiny, glowing fairy zipped past your face, laughing and trailing a wake of sparkling dust behind them that made you sneeze and take a step back. Wherever the dust hit, the plants turned a violent pink for a few seconds before fading and returning to their usual hues.

As enchanting as the whole place was, eventually your stomach started to rumble, and you looked about for somewhere to eat. Perhaps you might even get a cheeky lunchtime pint while you were at it. It was a weekend after all.

Back in the central marketplace, you saw the old, traditional pub sign of the Inglenook swinging slightly as a breeze sighed around the square. The orc’s recommendation from earlier floated back into your mind, and you decided that you’d pop in and see what it looked like at least. You didn’t have to commit yourself to staying there if you didn’t want to.

The inside was tastefully decorated, with both traditional and modern features, though the bar at the far end was a very old fashioned, high pub bar, with a huge number of beers and ales on tap, and a vast array of spirits displayed on the wall behind.

Tables dotted the bar area, and the place was packed. You sighed, thinking it’d take ages for you to be served, and were on the verge of turning round and finding a quiet cafe somewhere else when the shattering of a glass made you halt.

You glanced around, drawn by the noise, and saw a beautiful tiefling standing beside the bar, as if he’d been about to come around the end of it and go to a table with a drink. At his dark blue, cloven hooves lay the scattered remnants of a glass tankard, foam and beer spreading in a wide pool around him. And, improbably, his eyes were locked on you.

Well, one eye was locked on you. The other was covered by an elegant sash of cloth. His long hair was a very dark blue-black, tied back in a low ponytail, and his skin - flawless save for a pale scar that bisected his mouth from upper lip to chin - was a dusty, cornflower blue. There was no white sclera to the visible eye, and the iris was an intense, fiery gold, with a slit, catlike pupil, while his left eye was covered by a sash of Tyrian purple silk with gold thread here and there, as if to accentuate the colour of his right eye.

After a second or two of staring dumbly at you as if you were some long-lost friend, the tall, slender tiefling shook his horned head, and seemed to come to his senses. A faun appeared from behind the bar with a cloth and a dustpan and brush and told him to step back while they swept up the mess.

You turned to go, not wanting to linger, despite feeling there was something going on that you’d missed. A few patrons were looking from the tiefling to you and back again, but most had either ignored the incident or returned to their lunchtime chatter.

You’d barely made it to the door before you felt a soft tap on your bicep and you glanced around to see that the tiefling had come over to you. This close up, you took in the beautiful horns that curled first backwards over his thin, tapering ears and then up towards his forehead again. The left horn ended in a gold tip and you saw tiny gold hoops flashing at his earlobes too. He was a bit taller than you, and you swallowed nervously. He was stunningly handsome, and apart from the fact that you’d never been with a non-human before, he was exactly your type.

He smiled, showing sharp, white canines and a warm smile with little dimples in his chiselled cheeks. “Hi,” he said in a warm baritone. “I’m sorry about all that just now,” he went on, waving a hand and you caught the sparkle of silver on his fingers too. “Listen, to make up for being such an ass, how about I let you have some lunch and a drink on the house?” He had an airy, lyrical, lilting accent that reminded you, for absolutely no reason at all, of summer evenings and mayflies dancing over still water.

“Really, you don’t have to do that,” you said, perplexed. “I mean…”

He smiled again and stretched out his hand in a more formal greeting. His were those beautiful kind of hands with everything in the right proportion, the dusky blue skin flecked with intriguing scars here and there, and the sight of it suddenly, strangely, made you ache to feel his touch. Things had become a bit lonely in the city, and you raised your own hand and shook his.

The skin of his palm was smooth and callused, but warm, and he held you firmly for a moment and then grinned, “My name’s Killy. Well, Killygren, no one except my mother calls me that, and I’d thank you not to use it…” he chuckled. “It’s hot out there today - let’s get you a drink at the very least…”

“I don’t understand,” you murmured.

He laughed again, a free, musical sound, and winked. “I was so struck by the sight of you, I dropped that one and made a fool of myself. We don’t get a lot of humans passing through Starfall Springs you know, and I know all of the regulars.” He jutted his sharp chin at a distant corner where an orc and a young woman were deep in conversation, their hands linked. “She was the last one to arrive. Inherited a run-down old farm not too far from town.”

“The way you speak makes it seem like the humans who do come tend to stay…”

He winked again and turned back towards the bar. He had a tail, you noted, and it hung elegantly behind him like a panther’s as he walked, hips swaying slightly, hooves clonking lightly on the wooden floorboards of the old pub. It was only then that you remembered the name that the orc had said, and realised that this must be his pub.

Emboldened, you followed him to the bar and set your rucksack down at the foot of one of the worn old bar-stools, and clambered up onto it.

“Will you let me guess your favourite?” he grinned from behind the bar.

You frowned slightly, but then allowed a slow smile to creep across your lips. “Alright.”

The faun, who had finished clearing up the shattered glass, looked up and giggled. He had a nest of golden curls and the brightest blue eyes you’d ever seen, his cheekbones smattered with a myriad freckles. “Don’t encourage him,” he said, shaking his head and making his wavy hair toss this way and that. “He’s incorrigible, and he rarely gets it wrong… Must be that tiefling magic…”

Killy did not look away from your face for a while, and you thought you saw a faintly glowing light through the fabric of the sash covering his eye, but it was gone in a heartbeat, and you chalked it up to mild heat-stroke or dehydration or something.

As if he’d read your mind, Killy said, “Well, first things first, a pint of water for the gentleman, but after that…” he made a show of stroking his chin with his long fingers.

“Like you don’t already know,” the faun snickered. “Just serve it to him and stop flirting.”

Your cheeks heated slightly, but the reaction was welcome enough, as was the attention.

Killy clutched his heart and shook his head. “I’m hurt, Dizzy. I’m hurt.”

The faun, presumably named ‘Dizzy’, thwapped him round the backside with a damp tea towel and retreated to take another customer’s order.

When Killy turned his attention back to you a few moments later, with, yes, what just so happened to be your favourite drink in his hand, he was still laughing softly. “I'm sorry about him,” he said, sliding your glass across the bar. “So, how’d I do?”

“The hype is well-founded, it seems.”

He fist-pumped playfully and turned back to the faun, sticking his tongue out at him - it was dark blue, you were surprised to see - and then turning back to you. “So, what brings you to Starfall Springs?”

“You can’t work that out as well?” you asked, somewhat acerbically, sipping the drink and trying not to show just how much you liked it.

He made a slightly odd expression, somewhere between strained and embarrassed, and said, “I could, I’m sure, but I’d rather hear it from you.”

You snorted, but soon found yourself telling the tiefling everything. You felt stuck in your job, your social and sex life was stagnating, you’d not had a decent boyfriend in years, and that morning you’d felt like a change of scene would be a good thing. “So I bought a bus ticket, and here I am.”

“And here you are,” he murmured softly. Killy listened to the whole thing. He’d sunk quietly onto a stool on his side of the bar, leaned his elbows on the counter top, and had listened; really listened. You’d not had anyone do this for you since… well… not even your brief stint at the therapist had been this cathartic. You found your hand resting on the ancient, beer-stained wood of the bar, tracing idle circles with your fingertip, and you noticed how close his fingers were to yours.

“Tell me something?” you asked bluntly after your third or fourth drink.

“Anything for you, handsome,” he grinned back. Coming from anyone else, that line would have been nauseating, but the way he said it, with that flippant, light-heartedness just made it seem somehow astonishingly sincere.

“How’d you know this was my favourite?” you said. “And how’d you get so good at listening?”

“I know things,” he said with melodrama in his one visible eye.

“No,” you countered, “No, that’s not…”

He chuckled and gripped your hand. The touch was so sudden, so unexpected that you let out a little moan that was way more sexual than you’d intended.

Killy only smiled and reached both hands up to undo the sash around his face. His long, blue-black hair was tied back off his stupidly handsome face in a low ponytail, and as he dislodged it to untie the covering, you felt the urge to touch it and run your hands through it, maybe even grip it and tug it. Your fingers twitched, but you remained still as he revealed the other half of his face.

“I don’t show just anyone this,” he said conspiratorially. “This eye was a special gift from someone who shall remain nameless at the moment, but it lets me see all sorts of things.”

You snorted, but then you looked at him anew.

He just laughed and you stared openly at his now-revealed left eye. A perfect, black pentagram hung in the middle of a glowing, ice blue iris, ringed with two black outer circles. It was unusual to say the least.

You leaned closer, fascinated. “That’s… kind of…”

“Gross?” he said. “Unnerving?”

“I was just gonna go with ‘cool’…” you finished rather lamely. “Why do you keep it covered?”

He shrugged and wrapped it up again. “I don’t always want to be poking into people’s business, you know? That way it helps reduce the ‘unexpected visions’ factor. Though when you walked in, I got an eyeful - quite literally - of you and me.”

“Wait… like…” you gestured vaguely and he laughed.

Killy leaned across the bar and whispered right in your ear, his breath tingling, “I mean, I can give you specifics.”

“Go on then,” you said, feeling oddly bold.

Without preamble, he murmured, “I saw me with my mouth around your cock…”

“Holy shit…”

He shrugged and drew back. “I’ve never had that with anyone, by the way. Must be something special about you.”

“You sure you don’t say that to all the boys?” you sneered.

Something softened in his face and he leaned back. “It’s not set in stone, you know? You can still say no. But something must be keeping you here. You’ve been here all afternoon. It’s getting late, and the last bus back to the city leaves in half an hour.”

“Shit.”

“You can still catch it if you leave now.”

The moment hung heavily between you, but one look at the way his sharp Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed got you thinking about him swallowing your release, and you felt heat pool between your legs. “What the hell,” you said. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said with open bitterness in his voice, turning away from the bar. “You’ll have to wait til I’m done working though.”

“Fuck, that’s not what I meant,” you hastened to add. “Look, you know my whole life’s story now. You know this was a spur of the moment trip - something I’d never normally have done. It feels… I don’t know… right?”

The corner of Killy’s mouth, near the vertical scar, twitched, and he smiled. “Drink some water. I’ll be done in an hour.”

You watched him work from a quiet corner of the bar, and you definitely sobered up a fair bit in that time. Not that you’d been necessarily drunk, but something about the atmosphere had gone a long way to helping you release your inhibitions. With the water in your system, you started to note the way Killy behaved a bit more closely. He was attentive with his customers, quiet and patient, and you couldn’t help noticing from your new vantage point that he rested one hock slightly against the other whenever he paused to hear someone speak. His eyes constantly darted around, and he had a nervous habit of playing with his right earring when someone lingered too long or got too close.

His trousers were loose linen, cuffed tight around his elegant, almost cervine ankles, and but from what you could see, his legs were hairless. He was not built like a faun, despite having the hooves.

Eventually he washed his hands and swapped shifts with a huge minotaur who came in and high-fived him as he left. Killy glanced around the bar and then spotted where you had parked yourself, and he smiled.

“You’re still here,” he said when he had drawn level with your table.

Your mouth was still dry from watching the way he had dropped his shoulders in relief and the elegant way in which he had walked over to you, hips swaying softly as though he wore heels. You croaked. “Yeah.”

“Look, just because I saw one future possibility… I really mean it. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“No strings attached, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“Ok.”

“Just like that?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I’ve had a couple of pints of water and an hour to think it over. Why can’t I have something that’s still meaningful with a complete stranger?”

His lips twitched again. “Right. C’mon.”

He led you upstairs, his hooves clunking softly on the bare wooden tread of the staircase, and into a very humble bedroom at the top of the old pub. A double bed occupied one wall but the sloping ceiling took out practically half of the other side of the room. A little free-standing wardrobe stood against the far end, and a pair of low bookcases stood on either side of the bed, doubling as beside tables with little lamps. It was surprisingly spartan for such an apparently flashy tiefling.

As you dumped your bag in the corner, you looked at him in surprise and he smiled softly, standing so close you could smell the soft scent of jasmine on his long hair. He had a freckle on his cheekbone. Your eyes drifted to the scars on his lip, and you wondered where he’d got them from. Before you could ask, he was kissing you. He began slowly, hesitantly, but something about the way he treated you made you ache for more.

Blood pooled in your groin and you felt your cock stir as his hands took hold of your jaw and he groaned. He had a slight shadow along his own jaw and you relished the rasp of it against your skin. He pressed his body close, his hips rearing against yours, and you grunted softly as you felt the hardening line of his cock against your hips.

Killy backed you against the closed door and as the air left your lungs with another softly articulated grunt, his fingers found their way to your waistband. He glanced at you and saw the acceptance in your face before continuing. He let your jeans fall to the floor and he freed your cock, stroking it slowly, apparently enjoying the feeling of wrapping his hand around it, getting to know the way you felt in his hand.

He stroked you, working you slowly, luxuriantly, while your knees felt like they were going to turn to water. “Killy,” you hissed, and he caught your meaning.

You stepped out of your jeans and abandoned them, allowing him to pull you over towards the bed and push you down onto it. The tent in his own soft trousers was obvious now, and you reached your hand for it, intending to palm him briefly and tease him, but he grabbed your wrist and placed it back on the bed as he tipped you expertly down onto your back.

He took your shirt off and let his palms play over your torso. As much as you may have been underwhelmed by your own body, he seemed to relish the chance to touch it. He lingered on your collarbones and on your nipples, even lowering his lips to them and kissing you over and over while his hands painted slow circles over your lower torso and hips, down towards your thighs.

“Fuck, Killy… please!” you grunted as your cock pulsed again, printing pre-come onto your skin. You felt like your skin was a size too small all over as he trailed a fingertip down the line between thigh and hips, dangerously close to your sensitive balls. “Fuck! Stop teasing me!”

He laughed and took you by surprise by lapping the tip of his dark tongue against the head of your cock, tasting you. His one visible eye rolled closed at the taste of you, and in one swift motion he licked his lips and took you all the way to the back of his throat.

As your tip hit the silky soft flesh of his throat, you gasped and cursed.

He closed his fingers around the base of your cock as he withdrew, keeping his cheeks hollowed, and he began to suck. The heat and slide of his mouth over your hard cock was incredible, and he clearly enjoyed the feeling too.

He was as clever with his hands as he was with his lips and tongue. Killy worked your cock with his mouth, alternating between long, regular strokes and teasing sucks and licks around the head of your cock, just sliding you in and out of his lips before dipping his head and letting you hit the back of his throat again. Time slid by, but all too soon you were shuddering on the edge of release.

“Killy…” you hissed. “I’m…”

White heat built rapidly and you knew you were very close.

He sucked just a little harder, his fingertips tracing just behind your balls, and you came hard into his mouth. He swallowed you down without breaking eye contact with you.

The intensity of your release had taken you somewhat by surprise.

Sure, it had been a while since someone had blown you, but still, the way he’d lavished attention on you had been something else. He stayed there while your cock throbbed and leaked the last drops of your release onto his tongue, only drawing back and licking his lips when you had completely finished.

“Did the vision live up to reality?” you finally rasped as you lay back, slightly dazed.

He smiled. “You don’t want to know what else I just saw…”

“Something tells me I might enjoy it?” you hedged. “Just… gimme a minute…”

Killy lay down on his back, still fully clothed, and smiled, glancing sideways at you. “I’m yours for the night.”

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i'm a sucker for time travel!

@theheavycrown

Time Travel AU (from a fic idea I will probably never write)

Flames are still licking their way up the side of the big house on Elm Street behind his eyelids. Jughead’s knuckles whiten, gripping the edge of the table, nails scratching the old formica. He doesn’t want to see it anymore. To hear the pop and crackle of a family being burnt to ashes—all because of him.

But if he opens his eyes he’s back in this world where it all happened, the soot still coating his lungs, smeared on his cheeks, smoke in his hair. He thinks there’s dried blood caked underneath his eye from where a shard of glass cut him after this windows blew out, but he’s so numb it was only his reflection in the napkin holder that reminded him. Tears that had fallen hours ago are still tacky on his skin as his face drops to his palms.

A low whine irritates him through the roaring in his ears. It’s like someone had left the kettle on the stove too long and it’s whistling in a panic. No ones paying it any mind but him, though. Why does no one care that it’s going to boil over?!

A hand lands on his shoulder, startling him out of his torment. The whine cuts off immediately, only then alerting Jughead to the fact that it was coming from his own mouth.

“I’m sorry, son.” That voice, so low and familiar, inexplicably brings a fresh set of tears that threaten to fall. Jughead looks up into Pop’s eyes, their dark depths doing nothing to hide the outpouring of sorrow.

“It’s my fault they’re dead, Pop. It’s my— My fault that Betty...” His breath hitches, lungs constricting painfully. Pop’s grip tightens, shaking him gently.

“Don’t you talk like that, Jughead. You couldn’a stopped them.”

Jughead feels drowsy as he listens, impossibly, achingly tired. He just wants to keep his eyes closed and sleep, then this will all go away. It has to. “She wouldn’t have been mixed up in all of this if it wasn’t for me.” His voice has none of the soothing qualities Pop’s possesses. It’s broken and scratchy, cracked right down the middle.

The calling card left for him outside the Cooper’s home had been unmissable. A shining, black gargoyle burned into the primly manicured front lawn let Jughead know who he was dealing with, and what the consequences were if he and his own crossed them one too many times.

The Gargoyles had been racing the Serpents down at Southside Tracks for as long as Jughead had been racing, at least. But it was different recently, the Gargoyles had been getting in deep with something bad, and the Serpents had pushed back a little too hard. Jughead had been sure he could stop it, run them outta town with the gears on his engine and the wheels on his bike.

And this is what he got for it. A world on fire.

“Hey. Listen to me, Jughead. Listen.” Pop’s pleas only filter back into his consciousness when the older man starts to pull him against his front, all but dragging him out of the booth to muffle Jughead’s sobs into his chest. “Son, come with me. Got something I want you to see.”

Jughead stumbles blindly with Pop’s lead, eyes not seeing anything as they skirt the counter and head towards the back of the diner. There’s a dull thud of a fist on wood that makes him finally look up and focus.

“What? What is it?” Jughead moans, legs unsteady beneath him.

“Once you go in here, whatever you do will change what you come back to. And you’ve got to be careful because if you try and go back again after you get back it’ll erase everything you changed. You got to start over, y’hear?” Pop murmurs urgently, leaning in close.

Jughead’s head still feels foggy. “What are you talking about?”

“Once you go in here, you’ll come out on the morning of April 2nd, 1961.”

“But...” Jughead shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut against the haze in his brain. “But that’s five month ago. I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I, son. Neither do I. All I know it what happens. I tried before but it didn’t work. Now it’ll send you back. Be careful what you change, Jughead.” With that he pushes him inside and everything goes dark.

Jughead stumbles over something, the handle of a mop, he thinks, whacking him in the shin. He sucks in air through his teeth sharply and fights his way to the door handle.

He squints at the sudden onslaught of light that hits his eyes. Which is odd for nine-thirty at night, he thinks. The diner, which had been barely occupied a moment ago is buzzing with life, the bell above the door in a constant ring. “What the...” he whispers, stumbling round the counter. A shout stops him short.

“Hey, Jug!” He turns towards Fangs’ voice, floating over the hum from the booth at the back. His mouth drops at the familiar scene. “What took you so long man?”

Jughead edges past Cheryl Blossom and her friends, oblivious to her sneer as he trips over his own feet to get to the booth.

“I— um.”

“Damn, Toni. You go doing things like that you’re going to get yourself some unwanted attention,” Sweet Pea drawls, watching her lick whipped cream off her finger, just like she’d done five months before. She throws a ketchup-laden fry just like before, too. “What the hell, T?!”

“That’s what you get for being a pig.”

Jughead didn’t know if deja vu could give you a pounding head, but he’s got one. It’s all exactly as he remembers it, his friends sitting here, laughing, joking, but all so different.

“Hey, man. What’s up?” Fangs asks, forehead creased with worry.

“I—“

“Hiya, kids. Are you alright, son?” Jughead looks up sharply, meeting Pop’s eyes with something of a desperate pleading. He searches for something in his face, hoping Pop sees it reflected in his own, but the old man just blinks back steadily.

“You know Jug, Pop. Never got a clue what’s going on in that big brain of his,” Sweet Pea jokes, shoving his shoulder.

“Guys, fresh meat, six o’clock,” Toni mutters warily after their host has left the table, flicking her eyes over her shoulder towards the door.

Jughead’s breath catches. He knows what comes next. A shaft of light falls just so as the bell rings over the door. Kevin Keller walks in as if in slow motion, arm in arm with the girl he loves.

The girl that hasn’t met him yet.

“Great. Like the Northsiders needed another number in their army. Who is she?” Fangs asks, flicking his gaze between the door and his plate.

“That’s—“

“Betty Cooper,” Jughead breathes, cutting her off before he could think otherwise.

Three sets of eyes turn to him. “How did you know that?” Toni asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Um. H-heard Kevin talking to her outside the station the other day. When he was showing her the town,” he lies, fumbling over his words. He can’t find it in himself to care. He’s too busy following Betty’s every movement as she walks towards the counter, golden ponytail swinging behind her.

Her gaze suddenly lands on him, cheeks pink and curious smile shy, and when Jughead doesn’t look away she lifts her hand in a timid wave. He knows what he has to do.

He has to stop the Gargoyles. He has to save the Cooper family. And most importantly, he has to make sure Betty Cooper still falls in love with him.

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