#arabella & whiskey

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬’ 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

being a rich woman during the christmas holidays was always a win for arabella. especially when she and her husband, matthew, bought in five-figures. it meant they could spend as much money as they wanted on their kids and each other, plus, their jobs were super relaxed (both social media influencers) so they could spend time with their children too.

this year, arabella had eleni in the kitchen helping to decorate christmas cookies, while matt had freddy in the dining room making christmas cards for their family. the rooms were a mess, but if there wasn’t a clean up job then they didn’t think they’d really had that much fun.

eleni had taken the green sprinkles and chucked them all over her tree-shaped cookie, giggling as she licked them off her fingers. arabella walked behind her and ‘helped’ (she practically did it for her) pipe baubles and tinsel onto the sprinkles.

eleni quickly hopped down from the bar stool and wandered off into the dining room, before running back in crying.

“what’s wrong, el?” arabella cooed, picking up her daughter and holding her.

“freddy yelled at me to get out!” eleni cried, playing with her moms hair.

“i’m making her christmas card! she’s not allowed to see!” freddy shouted from the dining room, adding some context to the whole situation.

freddy was older than eleni by four years, making him eleven and her eight. arabella was about to scold him for being so rude about it, before she heard matt doing it already.

“you’re older than her, you can’t just yell at her.” matt reminded his son, shaking off the excess glitter into the bin. he smiled at his wife through the connecting door, which she returned and then resumed her cookie decorating.

“i think this one should be rudolph, what do you think, hun?” arabella pointed to one of the cookies, showing it to eleni, who nodded and grinned.

after an hour of careful decorating and cleaning up, the cookies were on a small plate on the kitchen counter, and the christmas cards had been hidden in envelopes which leaned against the multitude of present under their massive family tree.

“come on, bedtime.” matt groaned while picking eleni up and smiling at her yawning face.

“but i wanna stay awake for santa!” she whined, pouting and giving him puppy dog eyes.

“santa won’t come if you’re awake, len.” matt said, booping her nose and carrying her upstairs.

“santa isn’t coming at all.” freddy grumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest as he followed up the stairs.

“hey! don’t!” arabella reprimanded, pinching his arm slightly. “santa is coming. you have to be asleep though.”

“hey, mom?” freddy asked after he had gotten changed, and she was sitting beside his bed. she looked at her son and nodded with a loving smile on her face. “does dad know that you snogged santa last year?”

arabella’s jaw fell slack at the smirk on her sons face, she stood and turned the lamp off. “goodnight, freddy.”

she met matt in the hallway, the pair of them retreating to bed and changing into their matching red plaid pyjamas. they got into bed and snuggled together, arabella resting her head on his chest as his fingers raked through her hair.

“you know freddy saw us kissing last year? when you were dressed as santa downstairs.” arabella mumbled against matts chest, tracing shapes with her fingers.

“yeah i’m not very surprised, you weren’t being very quiet, ma.” matt snorted, making her slap him lightly on the arm.

“did you eat the cookies and put the carrot back?” arabella asked, her eyes closing slowly but still talking.”

“yep, chugged that whiskey too.” matt sighed contently, his other arm falling to rest across her waist.

the next morning was supposed to be relaxed and chilled. arabella and matt had planned on waking well before the kids so they could have a nice morning together, but that didn’t happen as they didn’t realise how exhausted they really were, and ended up sleeping past their alarm.

“mommy! mommy! wake up!” eleni jumped on the couples bed, shaking her parents awake. “daddy! daddy, santas been here! santas been here!”

“mom, dadddd.” freddy groaned from the doorway. “come on! i wanna open my presents!”

“we’re coming! we’re coming.” matt rubbed his eyes and sat up, wrapping his tatted arm around his daughter, who clung to him like a koala. “merry christmas, everyone!”

his family returned the sentence, before they all went downstairs, arabella reminding her kids not to run down the slippy wooden surface.

eleni was quick to grab her pink snowflake wrapping paper and tear it open, screaming in joy at the sylvanian families play mansion. she had been nonstop talking about the brand all year, so her parents decided to halt her want for it.

then, freddy unwrapped one of his presents, groaning in awe at the starter drum kit. he smacked the sticks against the drums and cymbals a few times before leaving it on the side and diving into the rest of his presents.

eleni’s next present was a disney princess colouring book with crayola markers, making her giggle as she flipped through the book.

freddy’s second present was some ice hockey jerseys that he had been dying to get. two of them were from his parents while the other jersey was from his uncle nate.

eleni then revealed a book collection and some medium-sized beanieboos, that she cradled in her arms and refused to let go.

freddy only had one present left, but his had been significantly more expensive this year. he slowly tore it open, before seeing a ps5 logo and grinned widely. “no way! you guys are the best parents ever!”

“it takes you a ps5 to realise that?” arabella teased, ruffling her sons hair and smiling at his adoration. freddy grinned sheepishly up at his mom before returning his attention to his present.

“hey, there’s rules for that, though.” matt started, one of his hands playing with eleni’s hair while she continued to unbox her sylvanian families add-ons. “you’re rude to your sister to the point where she’s crying? it’s gone. your grades start to slip significantly? gone. any behaviour issues at school and at home? it’s gone. alright kid?”

“yeah! yeah! that’s fine! thank you so much!” freddy dove into his parents arms, squeezing them tightly.

later in the day, matts family arrived, including nick, chris, justin and his parents, and arabella’s family arrived, including her sister (poppy), her mom and grandmother. they all continued to exchange gifts and prepare the dinner, while chris’ kids and poppys kids played with eleni and freddy.

arabella had retreated upstairs for a moment to grab some things she had left, when she felt a presence behind her. turning around, she was met with the beautiful face of her husband.

“hi.” she grinned, her arms automatically folding around his neck.

“hi.” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss.

“what was that for?” arabella asked, panting slightly from the sudden cut-off of breathe.

”sorry, i didn’t realise i needed a reason to kiss my wife on christmas.” matt shrugged, leaning away from her, before being pulled into a passionate kiss again. “merry christmas, bella.”

“merry christmas matt.”

a/n

merry christmas beautiful people! i hope your day is filled with joy and love and happiness❤️❤️

[moremousewrites]

Sentimental

Pairing: Gale/Tav (femme drow)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A few months after saving the city, you're invited to Waterdeep to provide a guest lecture. Your favourite wizard guides you through the education process. You reward him for his companionship

Tags: kissing, blowjobs, desk sex, inappropriate use of silence, unprotected sex, pregnancy scare (if you squint), past abuse mention

Waterdeep was quaint and foreign to you having never visited before. When you arrived via transportation spell (as per Gale's insistence) you almost passed out from the humidity. Especially since you were arriving from your community of Aevendrow. You were covered head to toe in fur and wool. But you had promised Gale you would give a lecture to his students in Blackstaff Academy. So there you were in his office, catching up between a few glasses of whiskey and discussing your lecture topic.

You were unsure about presenting to wizards as a sorceress, though. You had to train and focus your power, but spells came naturally to you, never studied. “I don't think I have much to offer your students educationally” you said to him.

Gale didn't understand what you meant. He thought you were an incredible magic user, but above all else, you had experience. 

You illuminated your glass of whiskey,  the room glowed violet. “I'm often resented for my inherited powers by studied or pacted magic users, but my powers were selectively bred through lines of noble drow marriages to ensure powerful leadership and magic. I wasn't lucky, not really. I was planned. People don't like to hear that” you explained. Within a minute,  the glow faded to dark.

Gale looked ecstatic. “That's a fantastic topic for your lecture. Many scholars have a difficult time researching the hierarchy of Menzoberranzan and the role magic plays. And the drow who report on it are often very biased. I'd love to hear your position” he urged you.

You were hesitant, but you began writing a lecture. Once you'd finished, Gale read your notes and praised your work. “This is stellar material, Tav! I think you have a future in teaching” he looked over key notes you would share and started writing them onto flash cards.

“I haven't really thought about my future” you admitted “I spent so long trying to not die, it feels odd being alive” you put your chin in your hand, a bit bummed.

“And what have you been doing with your new lease on life?” Gale asked, trying to take your mind off things.

You explained you've gone back to the Aevendrow for a time. It's only safer for now, too much attention on you with everything. Though eventually you will have to leave to protect their anonymity. 

“You can stay here at Blackstaff with me as long as you like” Gale offered, finishing your speech cards.

“I'm not sure it's really safe enough. There'd be a lot of strangers” you said, cautious. In truth you had been getting a lot of unwanted attention in Baldur's Gate. Being a rare drow in the area didn't help but being the famed hero was nightmarish. Having an audience with Gale's students was a favour to him but not one you wanted to extend. 

Gale insisted it's safe as it's protected by arcane countermeasures. In addition to the staff being trained defensively, he would also be there. You found him incredibly sweet for saying that. “I mean it, my home is your home” He assured you. You thanked him, starting to feel the buzz from the whiskey. 

You looked at his desk, admiring the knickknacks and baubles he had along it. You wondered if they were just useless distractions or if they were magical artifacts. You picked up the closest one to you, a locket.

Gale's face immediately blushed as you did but you didn't notice. You were trying to remember where you saw this locket before. 

“Ah, a keepsake from our adventure. That was the locket you received in the Grove for rescuing young Arabella” He took another sip of his whiskey, perhaps to hide his face.

You remembered something about this locket. “This was the first artifact I gave you to help with your condition, Gale. Aren't you sentimental?” You smiled at him, finally acknowledging his blush. It traveled up his neck and across his face. Maybe you had too much to drink but you were starting to wonder how much of him was really blushing. 

“You're very observant, Tav” he reached his hand over and you slipped the locket into his palm, ghosting your fingers onto his skin. “Tell me, have you ever led a lecture before?” He asked, tucking the locket into a pocket in his robes.

You shook your head. “I've only ever been a student. And never in this setting. I had private lessons to train my magic” you explained. 

“But you do have an education in magic! You remember what it's like to be a student, do you not?” He beamed at you.

You shrugged. The experience was somewhat traumatizing, actually. Not something you think Blackstaff would accept as a teaching method. “So I'm going to read my notes to a room full of children, yes?” You dismissed. 

“To a room full of scholars” he corrected you. “But yes that's the gist of it. They may have questions for you though” he explained. 

You pouted, not wanting to answer for your past. Gale put his hand on your knee to comfort you. “I'll be there to moderate them, Tav. You won't be alone” it was your turn to blush, now. Gale was always so emphatic. It was a trait you were raised to admonish. Now, you admired it.

“You really are a wonderful teacher, Gale” you said, sighing into your hand.

Gale gave you his smug little grin and sat back in his desk chair “I know, Tav” he looked good. The life here suited him.The whiskey was making you brave, or perhaps you just really wanted Gale, and you made your way to his office door.

“Can I get something for you?” He asked, confused by your sudden departure. 

“Not at all. I was actually hoping to give you something” you locked the door. Something told you this would be more secure than an arcane lock in a wizard's tower.

Gale choked on his drink. He didn't want to presume but you weren't exactly being subtle. Especially when you kneeled in front of him, placing your hands on his knees.“Tav, I work here” he tried to protest but made no effort to escape your touch.

You nodded, sliding your hands up, cupping his stiff bulge. He arched into your hands “I know, Gale” you moved to untie his pants and he gripped the arms of his chair.

You removed his cock from his pants. It was leaking already and painfully hard. Holding it with one hand, you licked a long flat stripe from the base to the tip. You took the tip in your mouth, running your tongue over it and tasting him.

“Fucking hells, Tav” he hissed, squirming in your mouth. 

You sucked hard, taking him further. You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks until your lips met the base of his cock. Gale's hand flew to your scalp, tugging at your roots. He pulled you up slightly, overwhelmed by the pleasure. You looked up at him, his head thrown back, body shuddering. He was a wreck. You dragged your tongue on his shaft, kissing every inch of his cock. 

“I'm going to need to be inside of you, soon” he said, thrusting his hips. His cock slid through your lips at his movements. 

“So take me” you said, standing up. 

Gale looked at you, gobsmacked. “Not here! Are you out of your mind?” He looked guilty, as if he just realized what he'd been doing. 

You sat on his desk and kicked your feet playfully. “No. But I've already sucked your cock. Is this really worse?” You asked, leaning back on your elbows. 

Gale looked around his office as if he was going to suddenly find a scrying eye. “You're trouble, you do realize that?” He stood up between your legs.

“Yes, but I'm usually worth it” you giggled as Gale pulled your hips forward to the edge of the desk. He pulled your pants off of you, and lined himself with your entrance. 

He leaned forward and stole a kiss, the head of his cock teasing your folds. You gasped into his mouth as he pressed in. Gale took his time letting you adjust. Despite your eagerness to have him inside of you, it was a tight fit. He pumped his hips, inching his way into you until he bottomed out. You moaned at the sensation and Gale cast silence on you in a panic.

You shot him a threatening glare and mouthed the words ‘how dare you!’ upon his deaf ears. He started fucking you in earnest, a sort of apology. The spell had been a blessing. You would have been mistaken for a banshee, haunting his office had he not silenced you. Even the sound of his thighs slapping against your bare skin had been stifled. You pulled at the fastenings of his robe, wanting to touch his skin. Upon revealing his chest, you saw that creeping blush scattered across him. His skin was burning. You went to cool it with your tongue, licking from his collar to the column of his neck. 

You could feel Gale's hips stuttering as he was reaching his climax. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. He reached his hand between you, toying with your clit. Your own climax shocked you, waves of pleasure ripped through you. Gale was not far behind you. The grip of your orgasm on his cock pushing him over the edge. He tried to crash his lips into yours to mute his moan. It was still audible, and you were thankful to hear such a beautiful sound.

Gale stood, waiting inside you for a moment. Your eyes grew with panic at the sudden realization he had just come inside you.“At risk of sounding like a chauvinist, and I hope you understand that I find your conversation both stimulating and delightful, I think you're rather pleasant like this as well” Gale teased, kissing your neck.

You soundlessly mouthed words to him. “Oh, my apologies, Tav. What did you want to say?” He pulled out of you, using your discarded small clothes to wipe at the mess. Clearing your throat, you heard your voice. He had dropped the spell. “I said that was brave” you pulled on your pants and slipped on your shoes. 

“Or perhaps very stupid. Well, no matter, what's done is done. We'll see if I still have a teaching position tomorrow” He used your smallclothes to wipe your mixed ecstasy off his cock, then tucked the pair into his pocket next to the locket. 

“I was referring to your coming inside of me. Though you are right- what's done is done” you watched him come to the same realization as you. Panic filled his features, then denial, then content. 

He straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair and pulled you into a hug. You returned the gesture. “I'm really glad you're here, Tav” he whispered and kissed the top of your head. 

“Me too, Gale” you nestled into his embrace. 

[sundaymorningdew]

TRACK FOUR: ARABELLA | Jeon Wonwoo (M) | Preview

pairing: 80s!wonwoo x reader

genre: opposites attract!au, 80s london, angst, fluff, smut.

synopsis: Bookish and quiet, wonwoo very much keeps himself to himself; finding comfort in the dusty shelves of the local bookstore he remains as inconspicuous as he wishes. That’s until one rainy night you come tumbling into the store; leopard print, cigarettes and whiskey, loudmouth of the party, you’re everything he’s not so why can’t he help the way his heart thuds a bit harder when you set your galaxy eyes on him.

teaser length: 1301

now playing: Arabella by Arctic Monkeys [X]

a/n: im slowly going to start teasing the tracks im happy with, but enjoy, this is my favourite one to write so far! hopefully ill have one out by christmas <3

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London, 1989

“There was not a soul to be seen, nor a sound to be heard, except the dripping of the rain.”

Wonwoo never loved the rain, he never loved the way the watery whispers from the sky could change everything they touched; nor did he love the way that it could chill him to the very bone and nip at the skin of his hands like aquatic parasites leaching off his warmth. But it was on nights like this, where the winter forced the sun to slink its way back into the horizon early, pulling the inky hue of the night into the sky that he found himself liking the rain. Perched with his arms crossed in the window of Hatchards Bookstore in Piccadilly, Wonwoo found himself enjoying the way the rain reversed itself into the sky as it bounced itself off the pavement in a million tiny thunderous tumps.

Even though it wasn’t the latest in the world, 6:30 pm during the winter might as well have been the middle of the night with the way the sun shielded itself for the day. The flickering lights of London could be seen blooming from the puddles of the pavements; the cracks filling up to give the world a different view if anyone looked closely. It was rare it rained like this, no wind in sight but Wonwoo was sure that you’d be frozen to the bone all the same if you were to step out in it.

He felt glad to be within the warmth of the shop as he watched the people in the streets without protection skitter around like helpless animals looking for shelter; newspapers and briefcases alike held above heads in a makeshift refuge from the watery beast in the sky, the shoulders of lovers damp with purpose as they huddled together for warmth, and the lone soul that didn’t care if he got drenched or left to dry because it wouldn’t change their day either way. It was interesting to Wonwoo to watch how people reacted to situations out of their control, and his spot from the window was a prime people-watching space to do just that. He’d never been a people person, a close group of his choosing was all he needed, but every now and then even he liked to see how the other side of the coin lived.

Wonwoo supposed that in many ways, standing here in the window of the shop had many meanings; this wasn’t just his job, he felt a sense of calm when he was surrounded by the astute sound of nothing but the old building and gentle tinkle of the radio, with the smell of dust and paper clinging to the air, he felt still when he got to work alone with nothing but a smile given to the odd person that would come up to pay. The bookshop to many just looked like another store, but to Wonwoo, that faded green door with the croaky bell was the first step into his world.

It was a contemplative and serene home for any the entered it, it held no judgment and there was no signature to who could and couldn’t enter the place. Wonwoo saw everyone from the youngest of kids to the oldest of the old walk through the door, all with the same interest in mind, finding themselves in the pages of somewhere new. He liked the temperance of knowing that he could play a small hand in helping them with something new, it was a pause from his usually busy days out of the store, it was a second home.

Life for Wonwoo outside of that faded door was weirdly monotonous; he was only really in the city for university, and even then, he found himself in the libraries of the old college, swamped readying old classics that no one else dared to touch, finding stories in the fraying bindings of texts. He wasn’t a social man, he had his friends he would meet up on the weekends he had free, but he wasn’t a recluse either; Wonwoo didn’t love the rain, but he however did love walking in the frozen still mornings, Lady Frost licking at the skin of his nose as the blood rushed to the skin to soothe the biting kisses. He loved walking on his own and experiencing parts of life on his own, the people he needed would come into his life when they were needed themselves.

Most of all, Wonwoo didn’t believe in fate, even though he read pages upon pages of dreamers slewing their wants for a fated life, the man himself didn’t think reality worked like that; if fates were reality, then why were they confined to pages for others to read? He believed in the things that were tangible and real, like if he touched the edge of a page too hard, he’d get a cut, or it he held his skin to close to a flame it would blister, he didn’t believe in things he couldn’t see.

What he didn’t expect to see, ironically, was the presence of the faded green door flinging itself open with a screeching ding; the old bell above it desperately needing replacing. It must have been comical really to see the man of 6ft jump in place at the sign of a small bell, but his people watching, and day dreaming had been so intense he neglected to remember he was still on the clock.

He wasn’t a judge, he didn’t care how people dressed or acted, it was the end of the 80s people had lived through enough that other’s clothing didn’t faze anyone anymore; but even Wonwoo could find his own brow quirking as he took in the cause of the noise.

He felt his arms loosening from his chest as he gazed at you from your spot by the door, drenched and dripping onto the hardwood, he supposed the leopard print coat you wore once had more life to the moving fibres as the rain matted them down and clumped them in a way that made you look like you’d be pushed face first into the river. To be frankly honest it was like the rain had soaked the life of you, Wonwoo took care in spotting the way the mud stuck and tangled itself from your gator skin boots to the ripped and tugged netting that grasped it way up your thighs, the way the dress you wore probably floated and danced around the skin of your hips and thighs before the weather got its hands on you.

What struck him though, even though you hadn’t said a word or moved an inch from the spot by the door, was the way your hands grasped themselves in a fist by your hips; knuckles a sheen of white, the muscles in your covered arms shaking slightly as you pent up whatever feelings inside to the point your skin turned a nasty blush as your fingers cut into the inside of your palms. It was only then he took a look at your face, his shoulders softening slightly as he caught wind of what was up with the bursting through the door.

He wasn’t sure if it was the rain or the way your lip warbled with emotion that tarnished your face; the black running down your cheeks till they smudged into a sickly grey, and the faded brown around your mouth from where he imagined a pretty lipstick once lay, he softened up completely at the distraught look on your face, much like the weather outside you were storming with something too.

“Please tell me you’re still open,” Your voice was bubbled and thick with something he couldn’t place, like something was lodged in your throat and creeping out, “Please god tell me you’re still open.”

[ellieswrldd]

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Squid Whiskey Moodboards

Thanks so much to @nestledonthaveone for putting these together!!!

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MC Mixer 2023 - H&D Party Habits

My submission for @choicesmcmadness' MC Mixer, Week 3.

When will they arrive?

Harper: Neither of us like being late, so--

Drake: We might make a detour.

Harper: What!

Drake: These places never have any decent whiskey.

Harper: You want to get pre-drinks.

Drake: Damn straight. You're dragging me to a party. I ain't socialising sober.

Harper: Right. We might be a bit late.

What are they drinking?

Drake: Whiskey.

Harper: More specficially, bourbon.

Drake: I'll have scotch sometimes. But that fancy pisswater can stay on the shelf.

Harper: For me it's cocktails - the more colourful and fruity, the better!

Drake: It literally looks like a unicorn barfed into a glass sometimes...

What kind of party-goer are they?

Drake: The non-going kind.

Harper: Haha, yes. Drake is not exactly the life of the party - he much prefers to hang out by the bar.

Drake: Some habits are hard to break.

Harper: *throws him a sidelong glance* But sometimes I can convince him to dance.

Drake: Sometimes. Though I'd rather just skip the party and take you somewhere where it's just us.

Harper: I know. But sometimes it's nice to meet new people.

Drake: Eh... People are overrated.

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My favorite listeners playlist....because brain rot

Sweetheart:

Arabella by Arctic Monkeys

Honey Whiskey by Nothing But Thieves

Black Butterflies and Deja Vu by The Maine

Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco

FUNERAL GRAY by Waterparks

Freelancer:

sex by EDEN

Crush Culture by Conan Gray

The King by Conan Gray

Stupid Deep by Jon Bellion

All Signs Point To Lauderdale by A Day To Remember

Darlin'/Tank:

Girl is a Gun by Hasley

Everyone but You by The Front Bottoms

Teach Me How To Fight by YONAKA

Die Young by Sylvan Esso

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Treasure: (I KNOW THEY'RE NEW BUT IM IN LOVE)

You Get Me So High by The Neighborhood

People I Don't Like by UPSAHL

Cigarettes and Feelings by The Haunt

Waste My Time by Grace Vanderwal

Tell Me I'm Alive by All Time Low

.....thank u for coming to my Ted talk...

[eljeebee]

Now, with the turkey finished, it was time for dessert. Albert had poured them one of the ranch's stocks, and Priscilla had cut up both the cake and the pie for everyone!

Mr. Hubbard kneaded his clay, rubbed his nose, then took a sip of his wine. "Ah, this takes me back."

Albert smiled.

"Your Pa and Ma would host dinner from time to time," Mr. Hubbard said. He looked at his wife, who nodded at him. "You were such a fine young man back then, and such a dear to your sister. What was her name again? Anabelle? Anabella?"

Mrs. Hubbard shook her head. "It's Arabella, Jacob dear."

Albert's smile faltered, he took a sip. His hand shook as he tried to cut a piece of his pie.

"What happened to her again?" Mr. Hubbard asked, taking a huge bite of his pie, before downing it with the wine. "Poor girl, dying so young. And your parents—it must've been devastating."

"Jacob—"

"What was that—caught in an accident? Oh, you poor boy. You must've felt lonely. Your sister was dear to you, and she was such a fragile young girl. Sickly—"

Mrs. Hubbard hissed. "Yes, Jacob, we've heard enough!"

The table went silent.

Albert let out a chuckle, shaking his head. He took a bite, then a few more, then took a huge gulp of his drink.

Priscilla and Anthony looked at each other.

"Priscilla, do you mind, ah," Albert gestured on the bottle near Mrs. Gould, "getting that for me?"

Anthony handed it to Priscilla, who handed it to Albert. He poured the rest of the wine, and drank it straight down. Then, he took his plate, stood up, and said, "I'm feeling a little thirsty. I'll get more at the bar."

"You still have the bar?" Mr. Hubbard's eyes lit up. "Ahaha! I remember your Pa would pour me whiskey after working on your orchards!"

Albert left the room, ignoring Mr. Hubbard. Mrs. Hubbard clicked her tongue. "Just finish the damn pie, Jacob."

Mrs. Gould looked at Anthony and Priscilla apologetically. She said, "Why don't we finish our dessert?"

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[nodirectionhome-ao3]

She's Awake

A Kindly Stopped for Me missing moment.

In the aftermath of the third task, Sirius and Remus get life-changing news.

Wrote this quickly, but it was fun. 1300 words! (Below the cut)

The firewhiskey burned at Sirius’s throat as he swilled the last of it down, but it brought no comfort, no solace, no escape. He stared at his empty glass, and his hand twitched slightly in the direction of the half-empty bottle — but he resisted. There wasn’t enough whiskey in the world to drown the raging fire that stoked within him…or wash away the memories that flicked — unwanted — through his haunted mind.

Memories of Harry — eyes dull and vacant, stooped too far in shock to feel anything of what he’d experienced. The chilling monotone of his voice as he’d spoken of the unfathomable horrors he’d endured in the graveyard. 

And the look on his face. Merlin, the look on his face…

A fourteen year-old kid, traumatized beyond his years.

And Sirius had done nothing to stop it. Nothing. He’d just…sat there in the pumpkin patch. Sat there and waited while his godson was being tortured…taunted…nearly killed.

“He’ll be okay,” Remus said tensely, in the tone of someone trying to convince themself of the impossible. “He’s a strong kid…”

Sirius didn’t respond. His fingers drummed impatiently against the wood of the table while he turned his head slowly to take in every detail of the tiny, cluttered room that was Remus’s kitchen. His gaze lingered on the collection of coffee mugs beside the sink, the stack of old Daily Prophets on the edge of the counter…

“When do you leave?” Remus asked, his voice as quiet and brittle as an old branch on the verge of snapping.

Sirius looked up, his vision settling on the weary face of his oldest friend. His only friend. And in his eyes, he saw his own horror and pain reflected back at him, and it was clear that they were both still feeling the gravity of all the words Harry had said. The agony of what had just happened to their best friends' son kept crashing down upon them relentlessly, as though the sky itself was collapsing onto their weakening shoulders — forcing them down into some inescapable abyss.

Sirius cleared his throat and stood up, pushing his empty glass away. 

“Tonight,” he croaked. “It’s best if I travel in the dark. Less chance of Buckbeak and I being seen. I’ll be back once I’ve spoken to Dung and Figg.”

Remus nodded, as though he’d been expecting that. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. “Last I heard, Mundungus was laying low somewhere in Sheffield. And Arabella should be in—”

“Surrey,” Sirius finished. “Yeah, I know. Next to Lily’s sister.”

The name pierced sharply through the air, tumbling heavily from Sirius’s lips. He gripped the back of his abandoned chair, steadying himself against the fresh rush of guilt that threatened to overwhelm him. With a shaky breath and a string of unspoken curses, he turned and moved towards the door without another word — knowing he needed to move, so he wouldn’t be tempted to think.

But the thoughts caught up to him as he reached for the door, and Sirius found himself stalling in place before he could open it. He stared at the doorknob for a moment, eyes narrowing on the tarnished metal, before he turned very slowly back to Remus.

“Harry’s going to need us,” he said stiffly. “Now more than ever. You know that, right?” 

Remus sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I know,” he said heavily. 

“You can’t shut down again,” Sirius pressed. “You can’t—”

“I said I know, Sirius,” Remus interrupted, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes. “You’re not the only person who cares about Harry, okay?”

Sirius held his gaze for a moment — indignation building up, only to wash away just as quickly. “I know,” he murmured, nodding jerkily as he looked away. “Sorry.”

He stared down at the doorknob again, his fingers tapping loudly against it as his chest grew steadily tighter. He took a deep breath, contemplating his words.

“Sirius?” Remus prompted quietly, and it was impossible to miss the concern that edged into his voice.

Sirius looked up slowly, and a long silence passed before he found the words.

“I’m going to St. Mungo’s,” he managed at last. “As soon as I’m back from Surrey.”

Remus winced, lowering his forehead down into his open palm. “Sirius…” he sighed. “You know why you can’t—”

“You can sneak me in,” Sirius insisted. “Merlin knows we’ve gotten away with much more difficult—”

“There’s nothing for you to do there,” Remus said flatly. “I’ve told you. This isn’t—”

“If I could just see her,” Sirius interjected, his voice rising with his desperation. “Maybe I could find a way to—”

“What?” Remus snapped, exasperation twisting across his face as he raised his head up again to stare at Sirius. “Wake her up? Do what the best healers in the world haven’t been able to accomplish in thirteen—”

“Maybe they’ve missed something.”

“You’re not a healer, Sirius.”

“Someone needs to be.”

“She’s not going to—”

“She has to!” Sirius shouted. 

He closed his eyes, his hand slipping from the doorknob as he slumped sideways against the wall. A heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the sound of the outside wind rattling against the shoddy windows.

When Sirius looked back at him, Remus was studying him intensely, a look of deep sadness etched across his face. 

“Harry needs her,” Sirius said quietly, and truer words had never been spoken, but there was more left unsaid — another truth left hovering in the air between them.

It wasn’t just Harry. It was Sirius, too. And Remus, of course. And the whole bloody Order, for that matter. They all needed Lily. Like the oceans need the moon.

“We have to try,” Sirius went on, his voice crackling very slightly as he wavered dangerously on the line between demanding and pleading. “For Harry, we have to try…”

Remus didn’t speak. His eyes held Sirius’s — softening very slightly as resistance turned to resolution. Very slowly, he nodded, and years of experience in the language of Remus Lupin taught Sirius that he needed no more convincing. 

Sirius straightened up. “Okay,” he said. “When I get back...”

“Yeah,” Remus relented, sounding more worn down than Sirius ever remembered hearing him. “When you get back.”

Sirius nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ll — see you, then…”

“Be careful,” Remus spoke up, and Sirius nodded, smoothing his dreadful Azkaban robes as he reached once more for the doorknob. 

But just as his fingers closed around it, a sudden flash of light appeared at the opening below the door. Sirius stepped back, hands grasping instinctively at his empty pockets — reaching for a wand that wasn’t there. 

The light pulsed into the room, swirling around Sirius and coming to a stop inches from Remus. It softened into a silvery glow…a Patronus in the shape of a phoenix.

A powerful rush of dread flooded through Sirius at the sight.

Before either of them could think to speak, the phoenix opened its mouth, and Dumbledore’s voice echoed through the room.  

Meet me in my office at Hogwarts. Bring Sirius. It’s Lily, Remus. She’s awake. 

The Patronus faded, disappearing into vapor before their eyes. For an unknowable stretch of time, Sirius and Remus could do nothing but stare at the spot where it had spoken. Then Sirius looked up very slowly, and Remus did the same — the two of them searching for some unspoken confirmation that they hadn’t just imagined their deepest and most desperate hope.

Sirius swallowed thickly, feeling like his heart was imploding. “Did...did that just say…”

Remus nodded, face paler than the moon, and then he was leaping to his feet…and Sirius was throwing open the door…

And the two of them raced full speed out of the flat, into the darkening night beyond.

[crying-pan420]

Part 8??

Choirosona incorrect quotes

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Leo, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

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Juno: Hopefully Isaac has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Isaac: Oh, shut up and die Juno.

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Marcus: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Marcus lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

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Leo: I'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of.

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Leo: Wow! Juno made you cry?

Alex, tearing up: Yes, and they said some really mean things that are only partly true.

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Aria: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

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Isabella: So, you lied to me?

Aria: That depends on how you define lying.

Isabella: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?

Aria: Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?

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Aria: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store?

Lemon: I thought the animals might be lonely.

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Juno: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?

Arabella: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

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 Alex: I’m proud to say I’ve come over my fear of ghosts!

Juno: Eyy, that’s the spirit!

Alex: *gasps* whErE???!!!??

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 Carrie: How high are you?

Paloma: Mm, I don’t know how to say it in feet.

Wren: No, they’re asking what drugs are you on.

Paloma: Oh, antidepressants, why?

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 Ire: Can I have some water?

Leo: *starts chugging their water bottle*

Leo: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Leo: *spills water all over themself*

Leo, coughing: I don't have any water.

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 Huì yǐng: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.

Diego: I photosynthesize with this.

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 Evi: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?

Juno: What? No, I—

Gail: *enters room*

Evi: *jaw clenches*

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 Gail: Do you have any idea what you’re doing?

Robin: Why start now?

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 Gail: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems.

Marcus: Weight loss? Drink water.

Aria: Clear skin? Drink water.

Calypso: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

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 Diego: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

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 Paloma: I have a philosophy in life; if the seat is open, the job is open. That’s how I came to briefly drive a Formula 1 car.

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 Calypso: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby?

Calypso: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us.

Calypso: I also want to softhack his circuits.

Robin: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

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 Seymour : *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Juno: Where did you get that?

Seymour : My pocket.

Juno: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Seymour : Skills.

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 Wren, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume?

Diego: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Diego:

Diego: It's perfume.

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[ace-angel-judas]

a Grace edit to Too Sweet by Hozier

Okay okay okay but:

Ayden’s line would be “I’d rather take my whiskey neat”

Grace’s line would be “My coffee black in my bed at three,”

Arabella’s line would be “Your too sweet for me,”

[todieforimages]

The Whiskey Bottle Tombstone of William T. Mullen-Clayton, Alabama

William T. Mullen (1834-1863) liked whiskey too much for his wife, Mary. She threatened she would put a whiskey bottle marker on his grave if he didn’t sober up. He died on July 18, 1863, one month before his daughter, Mary Arabella, who died on August 13, 1863, at the age of 14 months. Their daughter Mary

[ortegadorra]

em  frente  ao  museu,   para  alguns  só  começou.  w. @orangebella​

as  pessoas  estavam  se  dispersando.  algumas  extremamente  sóbrias,  com  o  ar  de  que  queriam  mesmo  é  a  própria  cama;  outras  mergulhadas  em  risos  e  leves  cambaleios,  prontas  para  continuar  a  noite  pela  cidade.  e  tinha  aquelas  que  não  saíram  do  lugar,  ou  melhor,  do  museu  e  o  que  havia  se  tornado  pura  festa.  ortega  ainda  não  sabia  em  qual  grupo  escolheria  entrar,  mas  do  lado  de  fora  se  despedia  do  trio  pertencentes  ao  primeiro  quando  avistou  a  loirinha.  a  noite  havia  sido  longa  e,  ainda  assim,  quase  não  se  viram,  que  diria  conversar.  não  que  fizessem  muito  disso  fora  do  apartamento. 

"  ei,  arabella! "   ortega  adiantou-se  para  chamar  sua  atenção  e  pará-la,  se  é  que  ela  de  fato  seguia  para  algum  lugar.  o  sorriso  que  ela  certamente  já  conhecia  pintou  em  seus  lábios  por  um  instante  assim  que  enfim  a  alcançou.  no  copo  cristalino  em  sua  destra,  o  whiskey  ainda  estava  quase  completo.  ortega  não  era  o  tipo  que  enchia  a  cara  em  público,  menos  ainda  em  eventos  sociais.  "  qual  tua  programação  agora?  já  vai  voltar  para  casa? "

[angelasscribbles]

DWAW Visuals

This is for Day 7 of Drake Walker Appreciation Week by @drake-walker-appreciation.

I have so many visuals to share! Some of them I made myself (the simple things lol) but many were made by others. I have been super blessed and always surprised when someone shares their talent with me in this way. I am super excited to share of all these amazing visuals with all of you!

I'm not going to repost the visuals from the pairings post, you can find those here.

My Drake Boards:

The first one I had. The next two I made for this event:

Extras for Series:

Visuals for The Agreement made by @secretaryunpaid

These gifs made by @secretaryunpaid for Star Crossed:

Drake's Extra Curriculars:

There's the band, Squid Whiskey: (Okay, Okay, you can't see his face, but that's Drake on the drums!) Credit to @nestledonthaveone for helping with finding pictures, especially the center one! And to @harleybeaumont for putting the band's name on it for me! Also @nestledonthaveone for convincing me to bring this band into existence in the first place and keeping me supplied with "drummer Drake" songs!

There's Hot Yoga: (A Three Weeks in Ramsford One-Shot)

And there is Baseball: credit to @nestledonthaveone for putting his name on the shirt.

More Baseball photos

Moodboards for Series:

I'm not going to post every moodboard that has him in it, I might crash Tumblr haha. But here are a few of my favorites!

From Fall(ing) in Love credit to @peonierose for a couple of those fall photos.

Lavender and Crimson:

Star Crossed:

Bad Romance:

Yes, Bad Romance gets it's own category because it's Bad Romance!

I'm starting with this edit by @harleybeaumont

and this meme, also by @harleybeaumont

So the murder gloves became a whole thing. So much so that when I won an art commission from @rosefuckinggenius I had to include them! I posted both the sketch and the final product because I love them both in different ways! I don't see the sketch as unfinished, it's almost like how sometimes you prefer full color and sometimes black and white.

The finished product is below. Both are amazing and so is @rosefuckinggenius, I seriously cannot recommend her enough and have commissioned another piece from her.

And finally, this piece which is also by @rosefuckinggenius. It got its own post since it's brand new, but I'm including it again here anyway because my visuals post wouldn't be complete without it.

This could work for any series I've written but I had Bad Romance, Star Crossed, and Savage Love in mind specifically. Again, I'm including both the line art and the full-color piece:

Tagging everyone:

All Things TRR:

@nestledonthaveone  @karahalloway  @tessa-liam  @belencha77 @lovingchoices14

@21-wishes @secretaryunpaid @lunaseasblog  @princessleac1 @bebepac

@emersyn-in-cordonia @walkerdrakewalker @73geenalove  @sillydg @twinkle-320

@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @tinkie1973 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @jared2612 @mainstreetreader

@amandablink @harleybeaumont  @xpandass420x @ladyangel70 @twinkleallnight

@dcbbw  @indiacater @queenmiarys @phoenixrising0308 @gabesmommie1130

@kingliam2019 @3pawandme @bascmve01 @hollygirl1269  @ohmyeightpastlives

[devildogteeth]

— "my pussy tastes like pepsi cola / my eyes are wide like cherry pies / i got a taste for men who are older / it's always been, so it's no surprise."

— "wraps their lips 'round a mexican coke / makes you wish that you were the bottle / takes a sip of your soul."

— "will you pour me one for the road? / the mixture hits you hard / don't get that sinking feeling / don't fall apart."

— "make it one for my baby / and one more for the road."

— "then it hit me / it's a year ago / since we drank miniature whiskey and we shared your coke / said ain't it just like you to kiss me / and than hit the road."

— "i can be your daddy / be your rock 'n rolla'—you can be your sugar / be my cherry cola."

— "you're so sweet from your head to your feet."

— "you were sweet like honey / but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth / and the bitterness in goodbye—drippin' like honey down the back of my throat / and the front of my mind."

— "star-crossed motherfucker / greatest ever kitty sucker / dripping lust like gasoline."

— "the engire running, can't decide if i should ride away."

[dark-night-of-the-clownfish]

For Arabella by Sarah Bahbah