#from-roslyn

[throwaway-yandere]

Dear Signore,

Salutations! It has been a while since I sent you a letter.

My dearest apologies for how late it has been— recently, I've fallen ill and I've been try to deal with it but to no avail. I had to endure a few other matters that's taking toll of my health, so it's why I took so long to get back to you.

I hope you don't mind if you visit me— I'd rather not make you sick as well, and especially with how the weather has been changing. It's not doing so good to my body with how fast it has changed.

Speaking of, I've managed to make a portrait of you when I wasn't so bedridden. It's not finished yet, but it's halfway done. I just need some adjustments to it. What flower do you like, Signore? I might send it as well once it's done.

From the gardens,

Dimitri Pendragon

To My Dear Friend, Dimitri Pendragon,

I must express my concern upon learning of your illness. Please do not worry about the delay in your response, as your health and well-being are far more important. While it is always a pleasure to receive letters from you, I implore you to please prioritize your recovery. I cannot bear it in my conscience to drain your energy in times such as this. While your invitation is most tempting, I must insist that you focus on your health, I would not wish for any further harm to befall you.

If you can't hear my sighs in this letter, then I hope you will utilize your very vivid imagination. I am honored that you have chosen me as your subject since your talent in portraiture is truly remarkable, but please rest. Not that I have faith that such words will make you falter. I'm well aware of how stubborn you could be. Perhaps I should send a letter to Ms. Hatter so I can be assured that you do not forget to take breaks, hmm? 

However, I must offer a word of caution regarding the choice of flowers in your painting. Though I hold a fondness for Cecilias, they evoke memories of my cherished White Knight, (Y/n), and it would be ill-advised to send such tokens to her, or an "unfortunate incident" may arise. Surely a fellow man knows how possessiveness would linger in one's heart every other day? I cannot help myself. It is a wonderful feeling to call such a strong dame mine and mine alone.

Instead, I suggest considering the timeless beauty of Red Roses. These floral treasures shall convey your sentiment without any unwanted consequences. In closing, I beseech you once more to focus on your well-being, lest you'll have Ms. Hatter on your doorstep. May the wind lead.

Your dear friend,

Roslyn-Kruzchka Lohefalter 

[silasbug]

by She Wants Revenge, on guitar.

bah. this has been one of my favorite songs since i was 12. i keep trying to get a proper take of it, but this is as good as it'll get. i can sing it with more ferocity, but i prefer it soft.

feat. two more recordings where i thought i sounded okay.

by Fox Academy, chorus, on ukulele.

by Cigarettes After Sex, first verse + chorus, on guitar.

[paperbagsandwich]

How did Darnell and Roslyn find out they were both into this niche? (Like how did they find out the other was also into it I mean XD)

Was it an accident or was it something they talked about? :y -🍋

Okay, so I've actually been thinking about there discovery into each other's niche JCKSNAKSBISNSK

It happened in highschool when they both had the same classes. The subject was about dieting and the teacher was talking about the food pyramid and stuff.

The teacher brought out the bags of fat as an example, saying that is what all this fat looks like and Roslyn went beet red unable to hide the excitement. And well... Darnell wasn't any better, he just kept nervously giggling and sweating.

The teacher let the students touch the examples and Roslyn and Darnell struggled to be normal about it. Like they were the only students who touched it the longest.

Years after highschool, Roslyn kinda brought it up and Darnell had the same reaction he had with the bag but Roslyn reassured him that she felt the same way about it.

They talked more and realized that Ros was more of an admirer and Darnell wanted that weight on him.

[drowninginabactatank]

(They/them)

Yesterday i got to attend opening night of From Strange Pages by Roslyn Quin art exhibition 📚🎨

I had such a wonderful time drinking in the art and chatting to people. I am so happy I was able to purchase a piece - a beautiful book cover with a ribcage nailed to it with funerary flowers.

This cloak was the centre piece and I am in love with it! It is constructed from collected cemetery rubbish - destroyed mourners flowers hand washed, sorted and hand stitched into this powerful garment. When I say this piece has its own energy - that it breathes and it was an honour to breathe with it and feel the ritual of the work that went into its creation - I mean it was worth the trip out simply to inhabit the same space as this wearable art!

The exhibition runs until the 5th of March, if you have a chance to spend some time with the magic that wanders out of Roslyn Quin 's brain, I highly recommend you do~

[cathikesny]

Cedarmere

It feels wrong to gatekeep this just because it's MY FAVORITE PLACE ON EARTH and I don't want people going there and messing it up or seeing me weep over its immense beauty and magic.

Okay, I'm being a little dramatic here but truly, Cedarmere IS my favorite place on earth and it IS filled with beauty and magic.

LET'S START WITH THE BASICS AS USUAL BEFORE I START WAXING POETIC ABOUT A PARK ON LONG ISLAND:

💰: FREE

⏰: the PARK is open from dusk until dawn, 365 days (as of now, due to Covid, the mansion remains closed unless specified on the website)

📍: 225 Bryant Ave., Roslyn Harbor, Long Island, NY

♿️: there IS handicapped parking, but this place doesn't have paved paths, so do with that handicapped parking what you will

🏃‍♀️: beginner intensity, this isn't so much about the hikes as it is the "vibes" and the strolls

🐶: as far as I'm aware, pets are not explicitly forbidden

🚗: two parking lots, the lower lot around the curve is my preferred

📸: moderate "Instagramability",

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) was a prolific poet, an abolitionist, an outspoken activist for worker's rights, the long time editor of The New York Evening Post, and was the main tenet of Cedarmere. (He's also a huge reason we have Central Park and The Metropolitan Museum of Art, so big ups to WCB for all he did for New York back in the day).

Bryant created an oasis on the North Shore of Long Island that I don't even remember finding for the first time anymore but I knew that when I did.. this was something special. It's a very small estate and only has some small hills and short paths around the mansion and pond and down to the boathouse. Cedarmere, again, isn't about "the hike"; it's solely about the feeling.. the magic.. the serenity.. the beauty.. the intentionality of each piece of the estate.

This place was made with care and love and it shows.

Cedarmere is maybe a weird first suggestion of places on Long Island to visit for a "hike" or an "adventure", especially since it's small and unknown and the Nassau County Museum of Art is just up the hill (on former Bryant property as well). I think off the beaten path, the unknown and unexpected, yet completely remarkable are worth all the time in the world and the best places to seek out.

TRAIL SUGGESTION:

I don't really have a "trail suggestion" because there really is only so much of this park to explore. It is very small and I think the only technical trail is around the large pond pictured below.

Cedarmere doesn't have the trails or breadth of space, but it does have features. It has a definitely peacefully haunted house, a beautifully restored boathouse, a serene, murky and gentle pond, a stone bridge, strategic lookout points for glorious sunset views of Hempstead Harbor, an overgrown reflecting pool leading to a dilapidated fountain that fills with tulip tree petals and radiates pink in the spring, and a boxwood maze that surrounds the most beautiful magnolia tree you've ever seen in your life. Pictures and words are not enough, this place is spectacularly beautiful in the Spring especially but really, always.

Cedarmere brings me peace just explaining it to you. It is a place that makes you exhale and feel safe and still.

DRIVING ROUTE:

This will probably be the first and last time I give a suggestion of HOW to drive to a particular park. This may sound bizarre but just hear me out, Roslyn is a phenomenally old little town that is just steeped in American history and it is deeply picturesque.

My preferred route for the full effect:

If you're driving up from the southern parts of Long Island, I recommend the scenic route of Roslyn Road going North (which will turn into Main Street once you cross into Roslyn). Some of the oldest structures and houses in Nassau County live on this street and are treated with such care by their current residents. You can always stop in on Gerry Park to your right, but that's just a lovely little unnecessary stop if you ask me. Once you hit the Clocktower, which you truly can't miss, the road forks and you want to stay to the right and drive through town, a whopping two blocks? and you will hit another fork in the road. This time, you want to turn LEFT onto Bryant Avenue (does it feel like you're getting close? You are!). You will pass Diane's Bakery on your left before you go under the viaduct, and if you're looking for a little something to eat before heading to Cedarmere or after leaving there, I do recommend stopping by this long-time Rosyln staple. Once you pass under the viaduct, you should soon see a white house on the curve of the road and maybe even a gravel-filled parking lot (this is where you will pull in for the handicapped parking). I NEVER park in the first gravel parking lot, personally, I ALWAYS round the bend and park behind the house around the curve on the left side of the road.

The website has more directions but that's certainly my route of choice, and yes, I have been here enough times that I have a literal way I prefer to get there.

I've been known to haunt this place regardless of the time of year or time of day. It is most special in Spring though I think (although that's probably my opinion on everywhere as I really love flowers...).

Cedarmere is magic.

Go and experience it as quickly as humanly possible.

This is like #1 on my "Run, Don't Walk" list of places to go.

Photo credit for the obviously not iPhone taken pictures goes to @himynameisnotjoby

[rougedraconteur]

[moviesandmania]

TALES FROM THE OTHER SIDE (2022) Reviews of Halloween horror anthology - now free to watch online

‘Do you dare watch them all?’ Tales from the Other Side is a 2022 American horror anthology film with six scary stories as told by Scary Mary to three kids on Halloween. Directed by Scotty Baker (5th Passenger) ‘Flicker’; Jamaal Burden (Elves) ‘Krampus vs. Elf, Petrified Boy’; Jacob Cooney ‘Crystal Ball’; Lucas Heyne ‘Either/Or’; Pablo Macho Maysonet IV ‘Scary Mary’; Frank Merle ‘Blood Red’; Kern…

[vanteguccir]

Roslyn | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where a storm is happening and Y/N is afraid of thunder, making her seek comfort in her best friend's brother arms, Matt.

Warning: Thunderstorm.

Requested?: Yes, by anon

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Nick's room was a welcoming haven for Y/N. The walls decorated with frames and posters and the rustic wooden furniture provided a feeling of security and comfort. She had spent countless nights there, in his soft, cozy bed, surrounded by the familiarity of her best friend.

However, that night, the tranquil atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by the distant roar of thunder. Y/N curled up under the sheets, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She has always been afraid of storms, ever since she was a child. The thunderous sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning in the black sky left her petrified with fear.

With each thunderclap, she could feel the anxiety building up inside her, squeezing her heart like an iron fist. Her body shook involuntarily, and she struggled to control her rapid breathing. The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to move, as if she were trapped in an endless nightmare.

Y/N knew she needed to calm down. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the frightening sound echoing through the top floor window. The girl took a deep breath, trying to find some inner peace, but fear continued to envelop her like a relentless shadow.

Deciding to seek comfort, Y/N reached out into the darkness, searching the comforting warmth of the boy beside her. She tried to shake him gently, whispering his name in an urgent tone. However, Nick remained motionless and sunk into a deep sleep, only a light mumble escaping his throat.

Frustration and despair began to build within her. She couldn't face this storm alone. The girl tried to curl up against his back, but her body exposed to the room had no effect in calming her down, Nick remaining oblivious to her silent call, lost in distant dreams.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, fighting back the tears of frustration that threatened to spill over. She felt so small and powerless in the face of the force of nature outside. The sound of thunder seemed to grow louder, echoing in her mind like a relentless reminder of her vulnerability.

With a resigned sigh, Y/N got up from the bed, determined to get help. She knew exactly where to go.

Sneaking out the white door and down the stairs, careful not to make any loud sound, Y/N arrived at Matt's bedroom door, knocking softly on the wooden surface. She waited for a moment, her heart beating nervously in her chest as her right leg bounced incessantly in anxiety until she finally heard a sleepy murmur coming from inside the room.

The door slowly opened, revealing Matt's silhouette on the threshold. His eyes were downcast and sleepy, his brow furrowed in confusion and anger at being woken up, but his expression immediately brightened upon seeing Y/N standing there.

"Y/N, hey, what are you doing here? Are you okay?" Matt asked, his voice soft and concerned as his eyes took in the way her body was shaking.

Y/N swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape. She moved slightly closer to Matt, her arms crossed tightly against her chest, seeking the comfort she so desperately needed.

"I... I can't sleep with this storm, Matt. I'm so scared, and Nick won't wake up." The girl confessed in a shaky whisper, her chest burning with embarrassment for waking him up with something so... trivial. "I'm sorry for-"

Without hesitation, Matt wrapped Y/N in a comforting hug, interrupting her sentence while pulling her closer and holding her firmly against his chest, his arms wrapping around her shoulders with just the right amount of strength. He could feel the tremors that ran through her body, almost sensing the palpable fear that consumed her insides.

"It's okay, sweet girl. I'm here now." Matt whispered, gently stroking the girl's hair with his right hand. His presence was like a balm to Y/N's grief-stricken soul, slowly dispelling the shadows of her fear. "Come on."

The boy took a few steps back, eventually pulling her along before slowly closing the door. He kept his left arm firmly around her shoulders as he straightened his posture, beginning his slow steps towards his unmade bed.

With his free hand, the brunette pulled the duvet down before gently guiding Y/N to the mattress, helping her lie down on the side he didn't sleep on. He adjusted the strands of her loose hair so that they were not on her face, watching her eyes blink slowly in sleep, her eyelashes trembling with each thunderclap.

Matt quickly walked over to his own side of the bed, laying down on the still warm surface, right where he was previously lying, before pulling the duvet up, tucking it tightly around Y/N's body so that not a piece of her skin covered by thin pajamas would be exposed to the freezing air.

He laid down on his side and rested his head on his pillow, extending his left arm - which was against the mattress - and, with his free hand, gently pulled Y/N, encouraging her to get closer. The girl quickly got the message, pressing her cold body against Matt's warm one and laying her head on his outstretched bicep, her legs shrinking and her knees pressing against the boy's abdomen, a sigh of relief escaping her nose almost instantly.

Matt encircled her torso with his right arm, bringing her closer - if that was possible - and lowering his face, sealing Y/N's forehead with his lips tenderly, conveying a sense of safety and protection that she so desperately craved. The brunette caressed the warm skin of her face with the tip of his nose gently, whispering small words of affection and reassurance, muffling the sound of thunder against Y/N's ears while his hands caressed the back of her shoulders.

As the night progressed, Y/N gradually felt calmer and more serene in Matt's arms. The sound of thunder still echoed in the distance, but now she was no longer alone.

"Thank you, Matty." Her voice, now sleepy and low, came out of her mouth in a whisper, her eyes gradually closing as the sound of slow breathing and rhythmic heartbeats that echoed from the his larger body acted as a natural tranquilizer for her.

"Anything for you, petal."

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My requests are closed, but my asks are always open ♡

And remember to treat people with kindness always!

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[oneforthemunny]

strangerprompts: turn back time |eddie munson x reader|

prompt: #8 you step into a hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink and suddenly find yourself in a different decade.

from strangerprompts writing challenge made by @bettyfrommars @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing <3 this was so fun!!! please check it out and consider writing for yourself!

warnings: language. time travel. but nothing crazy.

“It should be illegal.” You huff, nails digging into the leather of your steering wheel. The GPS shouted at you another robotic turn, drumming out the sound of your roommate on the other line. 

“I mean, seriously? Making me travel alone to- to the middle of nowhere. Ro, I’m not even kidding, it looks like the town Deliverance was filmed in. It’s the middle of nowhere.” You scoff, looking at the rundown building passing by you, all crumbling with desperate need of a renovation. 

“No, it can’t be Deliverance. They didn’t have hotels there.” Roslyn snicker floated through your car’s speakers. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.” 

“It is.” You grumbled. “And then they want us to meet at this bar for mingling. I don’t even know if I’m going to the right place!” You threw your hands up, smacking them on the steering wheel dramatically, turning it as the GPS announced you’d arrived. 

The Hideout- or at least, that’s what you could make out from the peeling sign above the building. “Jesus Christ, I’m getting murdered.” You muttered, sending Ro howling in laughter. “I’m not even joking. I’m about to be a topic on a fucking podcast.” 

“Stop.” Roslyn wheezed through laughter. “You’re not gonna get murdered.” 

“I don’t- This place doesn’t even look open.” You exhaled sharply, flicking through your phone, ensuring this was the right place. “Ro, you have to swear to me if I get murdered, you’ll make sure the true crime freaks won’t make Etsy merch about me.” 

“Calm down,” Ro laughed. “You’re not gonna get murdered. It’s just not the hipster ass bars you’re used to.” 

“No,” You muttered, locking your door quickly, clutching your purse to your side. “I really might. Stay on the phone with me.” 

“What?” Roslyn’s voice broke through the static. “I can’t- You’re cutting ou-” 

“Fuck.” You hissed, looking down at your phone as you climbed the stairs. Call Failed flashing back at you, no bars to be found. 

Turn around, get back in your car, and say fuck it. You do not need this job this bad. 

Yes, you actually do. 

A painful reminder of your maxed credit card, student loans, and rent flashed before your eyes, silencing your bitter thoughts. Sliding your phone into your purse, you clung to the strap tightly.

“Just stay fifteen minutes, then say you feel sick.” You muttered to yourself, reaching for the rusted handle. 

The entryway was dark, eerily quiet to be a bar. You almost thought it wasn’t one, if it wasn’t for the bright neon sign shining at the end. Welcome! Glowing in blinding red letters, underneath it in blue, the piercing glow that read: Stay A While. 

“So weird.” You muttered, your arms wrapping around yourself. 

The air turned colder with every step you took, following the bright signs- the only source of light, down the dark hallway. Your heart hammered in your ears, clutching your purse close to you. Just as you were about to panic, chest swelling with fear, veins icy as the air- you heard it. 

A muffled roar of an electric guitar, a tiny sliver of golden light peering beneath the heavy door. You pushed the door open, met with a sudden wave of warmth, the dim lights of the bar blinding you still. 

“Watch it, sweetheart.” A man with a tray of beers muttered, swiveling past you. 

“Sorry,” You squeaked, looking around the crowded dive bar. You scanned the packed tables for anyone from the conference, shimmying in between tables, peering over teased hair for anyone. 

“Fuck me,” You huffed, settling at a sticky bar booth, still littered with half drank beers and peanuts- the only one available. “No way I’m the first one.” 

You plopped your purse on to the seat of the booth, an iron grip still on the strap. You could feel the cutting glances still cast on you from the others, they’d had followed you from the moment you walked in. Judgemental, all accompanied with a lifted brow. 

Should look in the mirror, You thought bitterly, rummaging through your purse. They’re the ones wearing that outdated, ugly shit.

“Where the fuck- I know I put it in here.” You muttered, taking out the wrappers, your wallet, desperately trying to find your phone. 

“‘Scuse me,” You jumped, eyes wide when you looked up, clutching your purse to your chest. 

Dark eyes met yours, a dimpled smile joining them. “Sorry,” The man lifted his hand carefully, the other balancing a black bucket stacked with glasses. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to see if it was ok if I clear this outta the way for you?” 

“Y-Yeah, sorry.” You muttered bashfully. “Yes, that would be great. Thank you.” 

A ringed hand passed in front of you, the light catching in the skull before it grabbed a glass. You moved back to your purse, furiously checking each pocket, chest growing tighter and tighter with fear. 

“You alright?” The busboy asked, swiping another glass, stacking it into the bucket with a soft rattling clank. 

“Yeah- I mean, not really.” You turned, head craning towards the door. “I think I lost my phone in that hallway.” 

“Hallway?” He laughed, his name tag flashing towards you- Eddie, decorated with sharpie drawn bats and devil horns. “Phone’s on the wall over there.” Eddie nodded towards the bar, an old dial up phone mounted there, a sign that the charge is a quarter above it. 

Your brows creased. You didn’t even know those things worked, you always assumed they were decoration for the… edgy aesthetic of the place. 

“No, I mean my cell phone.” You shook your head lightly. “I think I dropped it in that hallway back there.” You pointed towards the swinging door. 

Eddie frowned at you, stilling as his eyes scanned your features. “Are you- Are you feeling ok?” He asked. 

“What?” You snapped defensively. 

“Did someone slip something in your drink or something?” Eddie asked carefully. “Gotta be careful with those old guys. They look harmless but they’re gnarly-” 

“-What? No.” You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I-I haven’t even had a drink. I just got here. I’m supposed to meet some people from a conference, but I can’t find my phone-” 

“-Your phone?” Eddie’s nose crinkled in confusion. 

“Yes. My phone.” You barked in irritation. “My cell phone?” 

Eddie blinked at you. “What is that European?” He shrugged. 

“What? Are you fucking with me-” 

“-No,” Eddie held his hands up. “No, I just- I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He laughed nervously. “And I mean you’re dressed… different. Not that it’s bad!” He added frantically. 

“I just assumed you were European or something. Not from here anyways.” Eddie muttered, leaning against the table. 

You blinked. It felt like you were in a dream, like everything you were saying was mute, confusing, in Wonderland and entirely discombobulated. 

“You… You don’t have cell phones here?” You asked slowly. 

Eddie shook his head, curls bouncing. “Nope. Not here, sweetheart. Hasn’t made its way to Hawkins, Indiana yet, but sounds pretty-” 

“-What?” You hissed, chest booming with a fear filled ache, sure your heart had stopped entirely. “What did you just say?” 

Eddie’s face fell, his flirtatious grin disappearing. “Hawkins? Indiana?” He said slowly, eyes narrowing when your face paled. “Hey, are you ok? Did you take something?” 

“N-No, I-I don’t- I d-didn’t-” 

“-Look,” Eddie slid into the booth beside you. “You’re not gonna scare me off if you did somethin’, alright? I’m not nearly as conservative as these other bogus losers.” 

You couldn’t speak, mouth dry, heart caught in your throat, hammering away so fiercely your ears were ringing. “What’d you take? Blow? K? Pills or somethin’?” His arm brushed yours, head ducking towards you. “It’s fine, whatever it is, I’m- I’m really good with dealing with this sorta thing, if you can believe it.” 

“I-I didn’t take anything.” You droned, nearly automated. “I just- I-I was walking down the hallway, and-” 

“-Hey, I’m just trying to help you.” Eddie said softly, his tone pulling your attention back to meet his gaze. “Did you hit your head?” 

“N-No, I- The hallway-” 

“-That,” Eddie pointed towards the swinging door. “Is a bathroom.” You watched as the door swung open, as if on cue, a girl with blue painted lids and crimped hair piled high stepping out. 

“The closest thing to a hallway here is to the dumpster out back.” Eddie grinned at you softly. It was sweet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile back, body trembling with fear. 

Eddie felt it, frowning at you softly. “Do you need me to call an ambulance? Call someone for you?” 

“No,” You swallowed hard. “I-I need to leave. I have-I gotta get out of here.” Panic rose through your chest, trying to push him out of the booth, climb over him, anything. 

“Hey, easy,” Eddie slid out of your way. “Hang on-” You ignored him, pushing past him towards the door. 

Outside, the sun was still just beginning to set, that was the only thing that was the same. 

Your car was gone, in its place a line of cars- old cars, but still shiny? Still new, not rusted with wear or dulled colors from age. The buildings were no longer crumbling, signs still new and displayed proudly. 

“No, no, no, no.” Your chest heaved, fingers threading through your hair. “What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck is going on?” 

“Hey!” Eddie grabbed your shoulder, pulling your attention towards him. “Hey, I-I don’t think you should be driving-” 

“-My car.” You gasped. “Where the fuck is my car? I-It was right here,” You turned, throwing your hands out. “Right here!” 

Eddie looked around, a blush rising to his cheeks at the judgy looks the passersby were giving. “Maybe you should come back inside-” 

“-No.” You barked, shaking your head furiously. “No. I-I’m not-” Through the window, a glimmer of a photo caught your eye. 

Your walk back inside felt nearly trance like, everything underwater, Eddie’s voice droning out with the others. A painting of two cartoonized children waving fistfuls of flowers gleefully- though that wasn’t what caught your attention. It was the printed lettering underneath it that made your blood run cold. 

“Hey, why don’t you take a seat, an-and I’ll call someone-” 

“-Is this,” You swallowed, pointing at the wall. “This isn’t right, r-right? Thi-This isn’t- There’s no way.” 

Eddie frowned, looking at the wall. “I mean, yeah, it needs to be changed now. I guess it’s technically May now, Mick just hasn’t gotten around to flipping it-” 

“-No, this-this says…” Your finger traced the numbers, glaring at you in bright red. “1986?” You squeaked. 

Eddie blinked at you. “Yeah,” He nodded slowly. 

Your vision filled with dark splotches, fading in and out of focus on the calendar in front of you. Your knees buckled, purse slipping between your fingers before you fell limply, Eddie’s frantic voice ringing in your ears the last thing you heard before your consciousness slipped. 

[throwaway-yandere]

"It felt like I had been asleep for centuries since I last danced with you. I'd say I'm nothing more than a mere moth to a flame in your touch, my darling knight..."

[milo-manheim-luver]

Surprise- dad!Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary: In which drew surprises his daughter at her kindergarten holiday after being away for work.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mean mothers 🥴, gossip

A/N: dad drew makes me melt 🫠 again idk how i feel about this. but oh whale. some friends wanted me to finish this so i did. NOT EDITED (bc i’m lazy asf)

Y/N and roslyn had just arrived to the elementary school located in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. Y/N opened the drivers door to her Toyota Venza, walking to the back door behind the passengers seat, opening it to reveal her and drew’s daughter roslyn. roslyn looked up at Y/N, giggling lightly as her mom unbuckled her seatbelt, lifting her up and out of the car, and grabbing her pink unicorn backpack.

“you ready sweetheart?” Y/N asked roslyn sweetly as she grabbed her daughter’s tiny hand. “yeah but is daddy coming?” roslyn asked shyly, as she looked up at her mother with pleading eyes.

“baby, i already told you, he’s still working on that project in Charleston. i know he wishes he could be here for your school party, but you know he can’t baby” Y/N had bent down, caressing roslyn’s face as she’d told her baby girl the bad news.

“oh. okay then. maybe next time?” roslyn sweetly smiled back at her mama.

“yeah, maybe next time. just remember he loves you so much and hates being away” Y/N cooed back to her and drew’s creation.

as soon as the two were done with their discussion, they walked into the elementary school, and to roslyn’s classroom. roslyn was only five years old, and was the female spitting image of drew starkey. she had the beautifully straight, dirty blonde/brown hair and his piercing ocean blue eyes. but she got her mothers softness and care free attitude. the perfect mixture of the two.

“oh hello ms Y/L/N! and little miss roslyn! are you guys excited for the easter party today?” roslyn’s teacher, mrs. richmond, roslyn’s kindergarten teacher spoke with enthusiasm.

“good morning! she couldn’t stop talking about how excited she is for today the whole ride here” Y/N smiled sweetly as she played with roslyn’s pigtails. Y/N bent down to roslyn’s level and continued, “go put your bag up baby and go play with maisey before class starts” and with that roslyn obeyed, and went to find her friend.

“Y/N could you possibly help set up the decorations outside the classroom, like in the entry way and hallway? some of the other mothers are out there now” mrs richmond had asked Y/N sweetly. mrs richmond was an older woman in her mid to late fifties. she had dark brown hair that had started to turn grey and was decently tall.

“yes of course!” Y/N smiled as she sat her purse down, on the round discussion table in the back of the classroom, but grabbed her phone out of it, shoving it into the back pocket of her dad jeans which so happened to be a pair of drew’s old jean from set. but of course she had to roll them as his legs were so abnormally long to her as she was roughly 5’4.

as soon as she finished grabbing what she needed she walked outside of the classroom, to the hallway near the classroom entrance, being met with all the other mothers. compared to the other moms, Y/N was pretty young, at only 24-years-old compared to them who were around 30-34 years-old. she knew that she was judged for being a young mother, but she never let them get to her. there, however was one other young mother, maiseys mother, aka roslyn’s best friends mother; stella. stella had maisey when she was 20, so her and Y/N connected quite quickly. stella had been the only one Y/N had really ever communicated with outside of school events. that was her friend. Y/N had met drew when she was only just barely 19-years-old. drew had come to kent university one weekend to see his baby sister brooke, and his dad, todd, who was the head females basketball coach. Y/N had been roommates with his little sister brooke, and had become best friends with her instantly. Y/N had gotten drew’s number early on and as drew had visited more and more that year, they’d started dating, and shortly after they started dating she’d become pregnant with their sweet bundle of joy, roslyn.

“oh hey, Y/N? it’s Y/N right?” daniella, another mother asked Y/N as she attempted to not give Y/N a judgy look, but failed miserably.

“uh, yeah it’s Y/N. so what are we doing out here today?” Y/N smiled sweetly, telling herself she wouldn’t let her facial expressions affect her.

“you and stella can go hang these little floating easter eggs down the hall” daniella asked, well more so demanded Y/N and stella to do.

and with that, Y/N and stella made their way to the end of the hall entry way to hang the floating easter eggs from the ceiling.

“so, how’s drew? is he coming today?” stella asked Y/N knowing how much Y/N and roslyn had been missing him.

“i’m not sure. he said he had to stay in charleston another week for some voice overs for the fighting scenes. who knows. but i’m not gonna count on it, only because i know how busy filming has been and how anticipated season 4 has been” Y/N stated as she focused on stapling the string that had an egg attached at the bottom to the tiled ceiling.

“okay, do you guys think her rings real?” daniella blurted out in a loud whisper to the other moms, referring to Y/N wedding ring.

“um, what do you mean?” becky, another mother who was a part of daniella’s posse asked back.

“like do we really think she’s married? that ring is at least 50k. if it’s real, plus her last name is y/l/n and between us ladies, her daughters last name is starkey, so why are they different?” daniella ranted on about her suspicions about Y/N.

“hm, i never knew that. that’s definitely weird” tracy, another mom in the posse commented.

“yeah, and when have we actually seen this ‘husband’ of hers? never.” daniella continued.

“honestly, she probably got knocked up young, and gave her daughter the fathers last name” becky chimed in.

“wait, have any of you tried looking her up on facebook?” tracy asked out of curiosity.

“well, duh” daniella stated before continuing. “but like everything is private. plus, the only thing that isn’t is her relationship status, and it says married, but not to who. even tried instagram, same thing there. both profile pics are of her on the beach or something.”

ever sense drew had started acting in bigger roles, she’d turned all of her social media to private mode, as she didn’t want the hateful messages her way, nor the paparazzi. she didn’t need it and roslyn definitely didn’t need it. it’s something she and drew had agreed on the moment she found out she was pregnant. she never advertised her relationship with drew publicly. of course drew advertised his with her, but with her consent. plus none of the mothers there knew anything about his existence directly so it didn’t matter.

“oh my god, are they still going on about my marriage?” Y/N giggled down to stella as the two women listened in on the not so private conversation going on just a mere 10 feet from them.

“ugh, don’t you just wish drew would come in today, just to shut them up?” stella laughed up at her as she continued to staple the floating easter eggs up and across the hallway ceilings.

“more to see the looks on their faces actually” Y/N giggled out before continuing, “or to see roslyn’s face when she sees her daddy” and with those words coming out of Y/N mouth, stella chuckled to herself as soon as she saw the tall, lean actor round the corner of the hallway, sending her a smile, pleading not to acknowledge he was there.

drew slyly came up behind Y/N as she stood on a classroom chair, on her tippy toes and all due to her shortness, stapling even more floating easter eggs to the ceiling. drew, grabbed Y/N hips, speaking, “sees who’s daddy?” he’d chuckled. Y/N gasped, and jumped back, but didn’t fall due to drew’s strong, muscular arms, catching her from falling. she turned around, looking up, facing her husband of three years for the first time in person in over two months. he’d been wearing a crisp white tshirt paired with his favorite navy blue carhart jacket Y/N had bought him for christmas, along with his usual blue jeans and iconic vintage green stussy hat. Y/N took in the sight before her, seeing as his hair had grown out to its mullet form, and his facial hair had also started to grow longer during the early spring months.

“shut up. oh my goodness, you scared me! and to answer your question, your daughter” Y/N yelped out as she smacked drew’s chest. he leant down, whispering, “am i not yours too?” and with that Y/N smacked him again, “joseph andrew starkey!”

“okay, first off, no hug, no kiss, no ‘babe, i missed you! oh my god!’?

“well, yes, but i’m preoccupied love. also we’re in a school right now and people are lurking” Y/N chuckled lightheartedly, as she pointed up at the ceiling full of her work. as soon as she said the first half of that sentence, drew engulfed her in a huge hug, squeezing his wife tight, head resting on top of hers. his arms wrapped around her waist. Y/N had her arms wrapped around his neck, as she stood on her tippy toes.

as the two lovers hugged, just ten feet away the little mom posse was watching and listening very content.

“did she just say starkey? isn’t that what you said her daughter’s last name is?” tracy asked daniella.

“uh, yeah. wow he’s tall” daniella spoke as she stared at Y/N and drew hugging. she chuckled coldly, continuing, “wait a minute…. that’s her daughter’s dad? him? she got with him? how? have you seen her?”

“maybe they’re not married? maybe engaged? i literally don’t understand it” becky questioned, as the three stood in disbelief.

“i wonder how old he is” daniella spoke her thoughts out loud as stella had come over to join the older women to give the the couple some privacy.

“he’s 29 and they’re married. have been for over three years” stella spoke to the women matter-of-factly.

“wait, how much do you know?” tracy looked at stella quizzically.

“she’s my best friend. i know everything. they’ve been together since she was 19. you guys have absolutely no shot with him so give it up already. they’re soulmates. she’s been with him every step of the way, she’s known him before everything happened” stella chuckled at how dumb these moms were to her best friend’s relationship.

“what do you mean?” becky asked quizzically.

“yeah, not saying anymore” stella smirked at the moms again.

back over at the couple, they broke away, as they each held the others forearms. “i missed my girls, ya know that?” drew spoke softly to Y/N as he stared down into her eyes.

“i know and we missed you so much. roslyn can’t even sleep without the stuffed tiger you bought her. says it reminds her of you” Y/N softly spoke up at him. she soon continued, “and i cant sleep without one of your hoodies on. thanks for the attachment issues” she teased.

“awww that’s so cute oh my goodness, i cant wait to see my baby girl” he cooed at the thought of his daughter.

“what about you? were you able to sleep well away from home?”

“i mean not really, didn’t have your body against mine” he spoke quietly as he saw the mom posse staring at the two of them. “could barely survive without your touch” he whispered into her ear, earning a scoff from from her in return, but he continued to speak “had to bring out the old pictures in my hidden folder”

as soon as those words left his mouth, Y/N had a light blush covering her cheeks, as she knew exactly what he was talking about. “drew! we’re in a school, tone it down” Y/N spoke up in a normal tone on accident. drew looked down at her, as a warning to her loud tone, nodding his head towards the moms. she immediately understood and scoffed at the thought of them listening. she couldn’t wait to face them now.

“but babe, in all seriousness can i please just get one kiss? i know we’re in a school… but fuck it. right?” he began to plead.

“hmm, and have the mom posse over still watch the show?” Y/N asked as she placed her right hand under her chin, thinking. she came up with an answer and began to speak again, “sure, why not. fuck it” and with that drew gripped her jaw sternly but gently, tilting it upward, caressing it, and dipped his head down to Y/N level, since he towered over her. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as drew placed his lips onto hers for a slow, passionate kiss, in which she reciprocated. the two of them just giggled after a second during the kiss as they knew the moms down the hallway were sure to be saying something about it.

“oh my god they’re kissing? in a school? with children around?” daniella scoffed in jealousy.

“i wonder what they’re talking about” becky thought out loud to the other moms.

“probably something you don’t wanna know. catch you ladies in the classroom” stella smirked proudly, mainly at the fact at how jealous the moms were. she couldn’t wait to talk to Y/N about their reactions to drew’s appearance.

as drew and Y/N finished laughing, Y/N spoke up, “well hunny, as happy as i am to finally see you in the flesh again, i think someone else will be even more excited”

“oh my god take me to my little girl. lead the way babe” drew chirped out so happily as Y/N started dragging drew by the hand towards the classroom. not before being stopped by the mom posse first though.

“oh, Y/N who’s this?” daniella asked in a sweet tone.

“this is drew, drew, meet some of the other moms. daniella, tracy, and becky” Y/N introduced nervously. drew, however noticed early on how nervous she’d gotten, instinctively wrapping his left arm around her from behind, splaying his large left hand on her left hip, wedding ring exposed.

“hi, nice to meet you all. i’m roslyn’s dad, but i feel like that’s easy to figure out because she looks just like me” drew chuckled as he did a slight wave, as he’d said hi.

“so lovely to meet you drew! why haven’t we seen you around… like ever?” becky interrogated.

“well, i’ve been doing a lot of work stuff these past few months unfortunately. i have to go out of state for business a lot for long periods of time” drew spoke, beating around the bush; his job.

“oh so what do you do for work?” tracy jumped into the conversation to draw as much information out of drew as possible.

“uh… i’m actually an actor” he blushed as he became a bit nervous, letting random strangers know of his job.

“hey, uh if you don’t mind, we’re gonna go see our daughter. he hasn’t seen her in over two months and she really misses him” Y/N sassily spoke to the mean mom posse.

“oh- uh yeah. right” daniella stuttered out as she became slightly embarrassed in front of the couple.

“take me to my baby girl please” drew smiled down to Y/N, who in return started to walk away, grabbing his large right hand into her left and dragged him into the classroom.

as Y/N opened the classroom door slowly, she could sense how excited drew was to see his daughter again due to his urgency, softly pushing Y/N ahead. “hurry up baby” he urged softly into Y/N ear from behind her as he bent down to her level.

as drew neared his daughter, who’d been sitting in her tiny chair at her tiny desk, he spoke up softly as he squatted his large frame down, “hey angel, what are you drawing right now?” as he pointed to the piece of paper roslyn had been drawing on.

roslyn simply dropped her crayon, slowly turning to her right to be met face-to-face with her daddy who she’d been missing for the past two month. her mouth opened as it began to quiver, as fears brimmed her blue irises. “d-daddy? you’re home?!” she stuttered out as she began to sob, attempting to put her tiny arms around drew’s neck.

“aw babygirl, don’t cry. are you trying to make daddy cry too?” drew cooed as he lifted roslyn into his arms, standing up with her crying into her neck. drew’s heart clenched so type at the sound of his precious little girls happy cries. “and yes baby. i’m home. i got done with filming early” he continued to coo as he cradled her tiny head against his neck, shushing her weeps.

with that, roslyn lifted her brown head of hair to look up at her father as her tears began to dry up, only to be met with her father’s face. tears brimmed his striking blue eyes, making the tiny girl twist her face in worry, wiping away any tear of his that fell. “don’t cry daddy. please don’t cry” she pouted as drew let out a chuckle at her words.

“happy tears my little girl…. happy tears. i promise. i missed you so much. you’re my little princess. ya know that?”

“what about mommy? what’s she?” the young child asked her father. “well, she’s my queen, and you’re our princess. how does that sound?” he smiled right at her, as she wrapped her arms around his neck again.

“i love that. i want a puppy. don’t princesses have puppies?” she questioned as drew let his head fall back in laughter of joy.

“we will think about that. yeah?” he smiled down to his little girl again.

“mmhm” she hummed in response, as Y/N approached the two loves of her life with adoration filled in her eyes. she was most happy seeing her daughter and her daughter’s father reunite. every time she witnessed it her heart was filled with pure love and bliss. nothing could compare to how she felt when the two were together.

Y/N walked up behind drew and to his side, brushing roslyn’s light brown hair from her face and behind her ear, as she smiled at the two, who looked back at her. “you good drew?” Y/N asked as she smirked at her husband who still had a few years every now and then leak from his eyes. she brought her soft, dainty hand up to his face to wipe them away as he smirked at her, still cuddling their daughter in his arms.

he simply responded with a sincere smile, “i’m just happy to be back with my two girls”

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[fumifooms]

Dungeon food, ah, dungeon food

Laios Touden and the Winged Lion

Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui

^ 1:  Margaret Atwood, You Are Happy / 2: Grouper, Poison Tree / 3: Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry / 4: Emma Rebholz, No Good Boodsuckers / 5: Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem / 6:  Tanaka Mhishi / 7: Jenefer Shute, Life-Size / 8 : Yves Olade, Belovéd / 9: Lara Williams, Supper Club / 10:  Ovid (tr. Henry T. Riley), The Story of Erysichthon from Metamorphoses / 11:  Alex Lemon, Another Last Day / 12:  Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless / 13: Grouper, Poison Tree / 14:  Neil Hilborn, A Place Where Someone Loves You / 15: / 16: Bon Iver & St. Vincent, Roslyn v 17: Jess Zimmerman, Hunger Makes Me / 18: Yves Olade, Dark When It Gets Dark, “Topograph” Special credit: Entroponauts gathered most of these

[causenessus]

Nightmares. | Bungou Stray Dogs

inc: dazai, chuuya, tecchou

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied at least for chuuya)

song recc: roslyn by bon iver

word count: 1064 words

summary: "how do they take care of you when you have a nightmare?"

sorry if they all seem the same D: i tried to make them all unique and i can see the difference between each character in how they would treat u but i know it's small i'm sorry they're all just such green flags and would be the sweetest <3

dazai

has had so many nightmares himself he knows just how to take care of you

having someone with him at night helped reduce the stress and the number of ones he has <3

you’ll wake up from a nightmare, crying out as you shoot up and he’s there for you from the very start, sitting up as well and shushing you, pulling you to his chest

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” he kept repeating as he drew your head near to his chest. “deep breaths, bella,” he encouraged softly, holding your face so that you were looking directly into his eyes while he gave you a gentle smile. he ran his hands through your hair, smoothing it out until your breathing calmed down

is super patient with you throughout the whole process, will not act sleepy in the slightest so that you don’t feel bad for waking him up or anything else

“ ‘m sorry I woke you,” your voice shook as you tried to take a deep breath, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

he took your hands off your face, using his own to brush away your tears with all the care in the world. “don’t be sorry, I was half awake anyway. take your time, love.”

he’ll offer to listen if you want to talk about it, but he understands if you’re not ready yet

tries to coax you back to sleep soon after because he wants you to rest

but he knows from experience how hard it can be when your mind is racing

the reason it’s helped him so much to sleep with someone though is bc it can take your mind off the dream <3

he’ll position you against his chest and between his legs while he rests against the headboard of the bed. he’ll intertwine his arms with yours, rubbing circles on your wrists while he hums softly to distract you

if you’re feeling sensitive to noise, he’ll place his hands over your ears instead, using his thumbs to rub the sides of your head

he’s there for whatever you need him to do. during your first nightmare with him, he’ll still be figuring out how you react to them. after that, he'll remember exactly what you need and want from him. he wants to make sure you feel safe and comfortable no matter what <3

chuuya

wakes up first while you’re still tossing and turning in your dream

he’ll sit up and lean over, waking you as gently as he can. he’ll cup your face as you wake up, brushing anyway any tears with warm hands

“hey, hey, it’s okay. you’re okay. it’s just a bad dream. I’m right here. you’re safe,” he whispered softly as you woke up shaking, your breathing erratic

he kisses away the rest of your tears, touching you so gently and with so much love

asks if you want to talk about it and if you need anything else which he’ll be happy to get for you

afterward, he’ll pull you close to his chest, one hand on your head and the other around your waist, making you feel secure and protected

I think he’d be the type who would keep talking the whole time, distracting you from your thoughts. he’ll talk you through everything he’s doing, he’ll continue to comfort you, and will talk about any other random thing once you both have laid back down

probably tries to make some jokes a little bit before you head back to sleep as well to make you feel better

“sometimes, that stupid dazai shows up in my dreams and I just know it’s not a coincidence. there’s no way that scheming blockhead doesn’t have some mysterious way of communicating and entering people’s dreams. and he does it just to piss me off. ugh, just thinking about it makes me upset,” he ran a hand through his hair, smiling when you let out a small laugh, wiping away the last of your tears with the back of your hand.

he took your hand in his own and kissed it softly, “there’s my pretty girl. see? you’re safe, nothing bad is gonna happen.”

tecchou

does not wake up

you wake up from your nightmare, eyes bleary and heart racing. the only thing you want is to be in his arms so you wake him

once he sees your tears though he’s up immediately, hands on your face as he wipes them away, “oh angel, what’s wrong?”

you place your hand over his own, “just a nightmare…I’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do.”

“nothing to be sorry about,” he says softly, a smile on his face as if you had said something funny, “that’s what I’m here for. I’m glad you woke me up.”

he suggests making a warm drink to calm you down if you’re up for it 

in his experiences, he’s found it best to get up and change his surroundings in order to get his mind off a bad dream

if you say yes, he’ll make you something to drink before sitting next to you in the kitchen. he’ll be with you the whole time, telling you that he’s willing to listen if you want to talk about it or anything else if you don’t want to think about it

will have a hand on your thigh or back, rubbing it slowly to comfort you

when you both head back to bed, he’ll hold you close to him, one hand intertwined with yours to let you know he’s there while the other runs through your hair <3

if you don’t want to get up from the bed, that’s okay too, he’ll ask you what you want him to do and makes sure your every need is taken care of <3

kisses your forehead as you both lay back down, then draws patterns across your skin with one hand. the other one flat against your lower back to keep you pressed against him

if you’re still a little scared, he’ll continue to comfort you and reassure you that it’s okay. he’ll wipe away any more tears and stay awake the whole time. he tries to make sure he hears your breathing slow and that you’ve fallen back asleep before he closes his own eyes again to make sure that you get the rest you deserve <3

[drowninginabactatank]

I was delivered the beautiful mixed media art piece I purchased from Roslyn Quin 's art exhibition From Strange Pages and it is now on my bookshelf 🥰📚 I LOVE IT!

Support local artists~

[soloorganaas]

for @wolfstarmicrofic nurture, based on a prompt from @impishtubist 🫶🏻

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“Hey, Pads - isn’t that your ex?”

Sirius extricated himself from Remus’s neck where he was currently murmuring in his ear and snapped his head round to James, who was sporting a gleeful grin.

“What?”

“Ex?” Lily said in surprise. “Who in the world else have you dated?”

“That delightful young woman over there,” James said, thoroughly enjoying himself.

They all looked over in the direction of his gaze to see a pale, elegant woman with a sharp jawline and glossy dark hair pulled back in a tight bun standing by the bar, tapping her fingernails absentmindedly on the wood as she waited to be served.

“No, Potter, don’t try and pull one over,” Lily said, shaking her head. “I’m not buying it.”

“Evans I’m serious,” James told her earnestly. “Pads dated her back in fourth year.”

“Yeah, alright. Sirius dated a ridiculously attractive woman who looks like she’d step on you, and you’d be grateful.”

“Yup,” James said cheerily. “He was nurturing quite the crush on Moony at the time, of course. A little attempt at deflection if I recall, eh Pads?”

“Would you fuck off,” Sirius muttered, currently trying to disappear as far down in his seat as possible.

“Roslyn!” James called out.

“Prongs are you fucking kidding me!”

“Fancy seeing you here!” James beamed, waving across the pub.

Roslyn looked round in surprise and caught sight of James. Her eyes ran over the rest of the group and she seemed to freeze, desperately searching for a way to escape, before giving an awkward smile and conceding to her fate.

“Pads, it, er, looks like she’s coming over,” Remus told him, smirking into his drink.

“James, hi,” Roslyn said, clutching a glass of red wine. “Hi Remus. And I’m sorry, I don’t know your name?”

“It’s Lily.”

Roslyn shook the outstretched hand offered to her, and then her gaze fixed on the large mound of black fur nestled next to Remus.

“Oh, is that a dog?”

“It is indeed,” smiled Remus, his eyes twinkling. “He’s a little skittish today, I’m sorry. Just wants to hide away. He can be a bit of a coward sometimes.”

Padfoot growled.

“Oh!” Roslyn said in surprise. “Oh, okay. Well, I’ve got to head out to the garden - my girlfriend’s waiting for me.”

“Fantastic,” grinned James. “Lovely to see you Roslyn.”

“Yes, wonderful,” she said forcefully. “Have a good evening.”

Lily smiled from under her palm as she tried to hold back her laughter, and Remus gave an awkward half-wave. They managed to keep it together until Roslyn was safely outside, then the three burst into hysterics.

“You absolute fucking devil, Prongs,” Sirius said murderously.

[paigeandsagesstuff]

Damn You!

Song: “Roslyn” by Bon Iver & St. Vincent

POV: You’re a famous baker for the stars! After kissing your friend, Austin Butler, on New Year’s Eve, you ghosted him until he showed up at your shop.

Warning: Fingering, Oral (Female receiving), & P in V (Triple wrap it y’all!)

♡ Thank you for your support! ♡

Master List Babes💋

You.

You, who's been plaguing his mind since your sweet lips touched his on New Year's Eve. You made his New Year by how you smelled like sugar or something sweet. Like you always did. Austin couldn't bear to hear from you any longer, he couldn't stand you ghosting him anymore.

He sneaked into your bakery while your back was towards the door as you swept the floor.

"Y/N."

You jumped at the sudden voice of Austin, who stood there in damp clothes as his need to hold and kiss you fueled him. You pushed some of your H/C hair behind your ear as your fingers gripped the broom. Strands of hair fell onto your flushed cheeks while you met Austin's angry eyes that had a bit of hunger in them.

"Austin," you said, "what are you doing here?"

He walked up to you like a lion, and you were a deer in the forest. You were his prey that he wanted to devour. You backed away with every step Austin took, but chills hit your back when you hit the wooden walls. Austin was in front of you as you clenched onto the broom.

He could smell your sweet aroma, "Austin, what-?"

"Why have you been ghosting me since New Year's party?"

"I don't-."

Austin placed his hands on either side of you on the wall when you tried to walk away. You gasped and bite your lip.

"I can't, Austin," you said, "let's just let it go?"

"No," he said, "I need to know what you want, please?"

You stared into his deep blue eyes with your E/C. Flashbacks of you two met when his friends had your baked goods at their parties, and finally, directors had you create fake desserts for films. After being on the same sets and parties with him, you two started to chat, which became texting and being friends.

You didn't mean to grow feelings for him, but his smile or smirk, his eyes, and his personality made it easy for you to fall for him. But you hid it for two years until the latest New Year's Eve party in New York when you wore that tight F/C dress and had a nice buzz that made you brave to lock eyes with him when the ball dropped, and you strutted over to him and kissed him. You laughed after you did and said Happy New Year, but he pulled you in with confused eyes that had something you longed for. But you pulled away and went home.

The broom fell, and you held onto his button-up shirt, "Damn you."

Your lips clashed with his, and he stood there baffled but quickly kissed you back as his arms wrapped around your waist, making you press into him more.

You snaked your arms around his neck, making your body mold perfectly.

"I want you," Austin pulled out and breathed out, "can I?"

You felt your cheeks become warm, but you nodded. Your shop was already closed, but you moved away from him to lock the doors and turn off the lights. Your E/C met his sparkling blues when he reached out and held your hand. Austin pressed his lips to your knuckles and pulled his lips away as your breath was taken away from you.

You took his hand and pressed it to your chest, having him feel your heart beating. His eyes bore into yours, causing you to stir something within you that needed to be released.

"I love you, Austin.”

He smiled at you and reached up to cup your face, bringing his face close, "I love you too."

Austin kissed you again until you pulled away, so you could guide him up the steps to her apartment upstairs. There he kept touching your waist by placing his hands on your hips. You unlocked your door, and once inside you were up against it with your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Austin," you moaned but gasped and covered your mouth. Austin pulled your hand away with a smirk.

"No, keep making sounds like that baby."

You bite your lip, which he pulled away with his teeth and kissed you. You started to undress yourself and threw your shirt on the floor. Before you could reach for Austin's shirt, you two were on the bed. He pulled at your pants, and you were left in your undergarments.

"I can't be the only one in my panties," you teased with flushed cheeks, which almost made Austin rip off your panties and take you.

He began to untie his tie and take off his suit. There he was left with only his boxers, he hovered above you and touched your body throughout. You bucked your hips, and you sat up to unhook your bra and tossed it to the side. You covered your breasts up and showed Austin. He looked at you in awe and kissed your chest as you laid back down. Austin pecked your nipples and went down your stomach and to your throbbing core.

You two shared a knowing look, and you nodded. He pulled your lace underwear down to reveal, smirking at the wet spot you had. You whimpered as he kissed your thighs, teasing you as he made his way to his designation.

"Please, Austin I—." You cut yourself off and arched your back, "Ahh!"

Austin licked your clit slowly, then started to lick and suck on it repeatedly. His two-fingered traced your lips and slowly entered your moist core. You grabbed his blonde hair as you moved your hips at the rhythm of him tasting you. You felt yourself start to approach an orgasm, but Austin stopped and only stared at you with a grin.

"Why did you stop?" You groaned, trying to catch your breath.

"I want to be inside you when you cum."

You blushed as he pulled his boxers down to reveal his thick and big member. You gaped at his size and wondered if that was going to fit in you.

"Do you still want this, Y/N?"

"Yes," you bite your lip.

Austin hovered over you and kissed you softly. He slowly entered you and stayed still as you gasped at your being stretched, but you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Please move," you clenched your teeth, gripping onto his hair. He did and when you dug your nails into his back, he started to thrust faster and faster. He caught your nipple in his mouth and you cried out in pleasure.

"Austin!"

Suddenly you're on top as Austin sits up and pulls you close. He moved your hips to show you and you caught on to the rhythm and began to do it yourself. You wrap your arms around his neck and bite it.

He wrapped his arms around your body and kissed your neck. You threw your head back.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me baby," He said while rubbing your clit. "Fuck!"

Together you two came and Austin fell back onto your bed. Stuck together by your guys' sweat, as you are on him with him still inside you.

"Austin," you breathed out.

He looked down with a smile and rubbed your back, "Yes?"

"I love you," you repeated.

Austin flipped you over, "Say it again."

You laughed, "I love you, I do!"

He kissed you, "I love you, too!"

Again, you two made love.

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