#ty for replying <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @atgvnpoint )

Jamie really wouldn't have been worried had he been staying in a hotel for the night or something. But the fact that he woke up with a stranger in his own home, in his own bed, had him more on the side of panicking. He wasn't one to bring anyone back home with him, no matter how drunk he was. It wasn't like his character at all. He couldn't remember if he'd been having a shitty day before he went out for the party, or if he'd been completely fine. If it was the latter, then going hard would've made sense. But Jamie couldn't exactly piece together anything that had happened yesterday. At least he had a name from the other guy. That was a start, right? Certainly didn't help him much in trying to figure out what had happened. "Fucking hell." Jamie mumbled under his breath, dragging a hand down his face in exhaustion, "Jamie," he added, but it came out more annoyed than anything. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, confusion was written all over his face at the sight of an apparent ring on the other man's ring finger. Immediate dread then washed over Jamie when his sobered mind began putting the pieces together. He vaguely remembered meeting someone that he enjoyed talking to during the bachelor party, but he wasn't sure how that could have possibly ended up in an apparent elopement. At least he hoped that wasn't what it was. Maybe he was married? God, that would have been so much more fucking worse if Jamie slept with a married man. "You're not married, are you?" Better to ask first than immediately jump to the conclusion that two strangers had eloped.

[heartflt]

@thcfantasyfactory ♡ continued from here.

jamie finds her uncertainty more endearing than anything. he's been so isolated recently that he'd forgotten what it was like to actually have company, even the kind from a stranger. he could certainly have worse company. "you guys don't get much traffic out here." it's not a question. he's already been here long enough to know the business is slow, which is exactly what he needs right now. he looks from her to the office in the distant, lit by the glow of a desk lamp, before his gaze returns to her face. "it's josephine, right?" he can see her name tag but doesn't mind if she thinks he just remembered her name. "i guess you know my name," he adds, assuming she has access to it in their system, which jamie guesses is paper rather than electronic.

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @poetsprophecy )

easton hated lying to their friends. the breakup was hard enough as it is. he didn’t really give chiara much of an explanation, so the fact that she was going along with this scheme made him feel even worse. she was being extremely kind about the situation, all things considered. “we could start by acting like we love each other. or at the very least, like one another.” he looked down at the brunette as he walked, moonlight illuminating their path. “what if we just throw ourselves into it? they’re used to seeing us all over each other. it’s going to feel weird, but we need to be more … touchy.” he walked in silence for a moment, listening to the waves crash against the sand. “the wedding is bound to come up, right? i’ve been saying that you’re handling wedding stuff, but i don’t think they’re buying it. they know i’d want to give my opinion on everything.”

[lostwcnderlands]

there was a stranger staring back at leo now. someone transformed, with sin in their grin, and cruelty threatening their tone. leo hated himself for it, but a shiver wracked up && down his spine at the change. his heart, though it still ached, pounded with a slurry of red-hot rage && careful dread, fear lacing through his veins like ice, contrasting the surge of emotions that rose in the form of bile at the back of his throat. for each step the demon took, the hunter did the same. circling the pentagram, maintaining a thin sense of security as he kept the barrier of magic between them.

but kaleo didn't hunt demons usually. he avoided them - knew better than to enter any fight he was vastly underpowered for. wolves, vampires, phantoms, sure. he'd killed all of those before. demons... they were tricky bastards. slick. alluring. tempting in the most terrifying of ways. no wonder he'd fallen so quickly for them. stupid, stupid, stupid-

" differences?! " leo scoffed, shock bringing cold hate to his tone in response. " you're a goddamn abomination! i have to kill you. i can't... let you live, not after this, i have to cleanse this place && rid it of your evil. there isn't a choice about this. " and how true the words were as they rolled off his tongue, watching lines of black form, watching as they continued to morph. horror registered in his eyes, fingers curling tighter around the weapon. " you bewitched me. " he had to believe this. it was the only explanation " how did you do that? "

Sebastian stops at the threshold of the door, the air of the apartment off. He senses it in an instant, dark eyes scanning over the room. Gaze narrows on the dark corner from which Leo suddenly speaks. The demon tilts their head, eyeing him as he steps out like it's some kind of dramatic reveal. Did he really think they'd be surprised to find him there? Clearly he underestimated them. Why? Because he was a nice demon? Niceties got you far in the human world, but that didn't mean he couldn't be vicious.

"Bold of you to enter my home and threaten me," he warns in a low, graveled tone. There's a twisted darkness lacing his voice, unlike the usual relaxed Aussie accent they carried. A small smirk reveals pearly white canines just past thin lips. A hand brushes the framework of the door as he steps into the home, lets his now claw-like nails trail casually over the wall as the door slams shut behind on its own accord.

What was the end goal?

A ridiculous question, in Seb's opinion, but they'll humour him for now. They're still planning anyhow, assessing the pentagram and the salt and the confidence the other carried. Foolish.

"I was never going to kill you," he admits with a shrug. "I suppose I had hoped we could see past our differences..." He's tracing the edge of the room, hand sliding over the wall, the shelves, now the wood of his desk, the loose sketches fluttering to the ground.

"It seems one of us got a little ahead of ourselves." A pause next to the desk, looking down at his hand as his fingertips rub together. There's a grey hue under his skin crawling its way up his arm, thick, black veins standing out amongst the pale of his skin.

"Do you think you're going to kill me, mon amour? Be honest now, your hand is shaking."

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @mcrshmcllow )

Valentina rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't get stuck. "Please," she drawled, shifting her weight with the grace of someone born to command attention, even in a claustrophobic metal box. "If I wanted a picture of you, I'd Google 'men who peak in high school' and save myself the migraine." They crossed their arms, arching a perfectly sculpted brow. "But sure, keep flirting. It's cute how you mistake mild disdain for interest."

[heartflt]

continued from here! @invcntions

delphine really shouldn't take pleasure in hearing sasha complain about her brother, but knowing that doesn't stop her from smiling, clearly pleased with the response. "great? really? i think that's pushing it a bit," she says playfully, wanting to alleviate the other of any guilt for insulting the guy in question. obviously he's her brother, but as far as delphine is concerned, he's not good enough for sasha. she barely stops herself from saying so now. "whatever he said, he probably didn't mean it. tensions are just high right now. my parents really want him to take that job," is what she says instead, ever the obedient member of the family. she should probably just give sasha some space, or go tell her brother to apologize to his girlfriend, but instead she moves closer. "do you want to talk about it?"

[supercutts]

          ❛ alright, okay. ❜ she doesn't sound too convinced but will try to enjoy the time they have together right now. ❛ so the halloween party happening this weekend ... are we still on for matching costumes ? ❜

“  yeah,  i know we haven't gotten to spend that much time together lately,  and that's my fault.  i've been swamped but i promise you,  today is all about us.  no sharing necessary,  ”  they offer her a small smile,  guilt peeking through,  before nudging her shoulder gently.  “  alright?  ”

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @deviiates )

Her heart thudded so loud she was sure he could hear it. Mila let out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding, eyes still fixed on her hands. He thought about it, too. That truth wrapped around her like warmth she hadn't dared to hope for. She glanced up at Miles through her lashes, voice barely above a whisper. "I think I tried to do the same thing… Push it away." Her lips curved into a small, nervous smile. "But it never really went anywhere. It's just… Always been there, you know?" Mila's fingers finally stilled, and she lifted her head a little more, meeting his eyes for the first time. "Maybe I was scared it would ruin everything. Us. But maybe pretending it's not there… Is just as risky."

[cocained]

skepticism    washes    over    his    features,    tightening    his    face    as    damien    looks    at    her.    "well,    you    see    —    you    keep    rolling    your    eyes    and    having    an    attitude    with    me    and    all    that."    he    responds    with    the    eccentric    motion    of    throwing    his    hands    in    the    air.    "now    listen,    i    don't    need    you    to    be    nice    but    i'm    just    wondering    —"    he    shows    his    gold    teethed    smile    as    he    leans    towards    her.    "are    you    playing    hard    to    get,    love?"

“   why   would   i   think   about   something   like   that?   i'm   not   pretending   to   dislike   you   ...   i   don't.   it's   fun   watching   you   struggle   with   that,   though.   ”

[atmospheral]

虎夜叉 | Torayasha AU Part 4/? (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

summary/notes under the cut:

giant centipede monster pursuing luffy has taken advantage of his distraction and pinned him to the tree that zoro is also magically sealed to

luffy is super confused and also scared because he's somehow in feudal japan and a giant centipede monster is trying to kill him and this tiger guy seems to be very resentful of him for some unknown reason so when zoro asks him to pull the spear out he is understandably taking a moment

zoro is about to get killed along with luffy unless the sacred spear keeping him sealed to the tree is pulled out so he is also understandably impatient

[parisoonic]

i love how you draw the gay homosexuals they make me go

[erwinsvow]

i feel like pogue!reader with rafe would have an interesting dynamic with barry. like, he doesn’t particularly like her - knowing her connection with the pogues, especially jj but at the same time he’s dealing with rafe and pogues as a collective have gotta stick together. he’s also just morbidly curious about how she and country club have became a thing.

barry laughs when he sees you walking into his place, attached to rafe's side.

"ain't that-"

"that's my fuckin' girl. so watch your mouth." rafe cuts him off before he can finish the rest of his sentence, which is sure to have something to do with the fact that the few times barry's seen you before, you've been with the pogues that rafe supposedly hates so much.

"your girl? is that right? well, pleasure to meet you again, m'barry-"

you look up hesitantly at rafe, wondering if you should say something back, and you briefly reflect for a moment just how different things used to be. with your best friends, with jj and john b and pope at your side, the group of you would go and make yourselves comfortable anywhere. they'd charm their way into the good graces of the host and you never felt like you couldn't just speak your mind.

rafe is different. you don't know if it's bad, if he's bad for you, or not. talking to someone when you know he doesn't want you to feels wrong, feels bad. and you like him taking lead, him showing you the way and calling all the shots.

so you smile at barry but don't engage, looking up at your boyfriend instead. he looks down at you for a second, but you can tell you did the right thing.

"sit down and shut up. c'mon, we got shit to discuss."

"tells me to sit down. in my own fuckin' house. i gotta tell you princess, you picked a real winner here in rafey boy-"

"did y'not hear the shut up part?"

a laugh escapes, though you try to keep it quiet. they go on discussing something that doesn't mean much to you, while you go on your phone and text your friends. rafe's phone rings, and he just steps away for a minute to answer. barry doesn't hesitate a second to get the answers he needs from you.

"so. you and country club. how long's that been goin' on?"

"um, a couple months."

"your boys know 'bout him?" you bite your cheek. they don't, yet.

"not yet. but, soon, i guess. waiting for the right time.." you mumble, playing with a loose stitch on your skirt.

"yeah. i'd get on that. not gonna be too happy, are they?"

"maybe."

"don't they hate your boy as much as he hates them? ain't that.. awkward?"

you think you should be offended by the line of questioning, but rafe talks about barry often enough for you to know that he's not a snitch, that he doesn't care. he's just curious.

and he should be. up until a few months ago, you were never seen without your boys, as barry put it. you used to be attached to jj's arm, permanent passenger princess in pope's truck and the twinkie. it all feels like a lifetime ago.

"i'm hoping we can all make amends," you finish softly, fresh waves of guilt washing through your body. it burns where it goes, a stinging similar to what your friends are gonna feel soon, when they find out you've been dating the boy who's been terrorizing them.

"for your sake, i hope so too."

"what're you two talkin' about?" rafe asks, coming back inside and taking his place next to you. he puts his hand on your knee, brings you in close without having to ask.

you hope it's all going to be worth it.

"nothing."

[auroramuller]

"Oh, really? Did you grow up here?" The open-ended response immediately had Aurora abandon her unwarranted crisis and intrigued by the other girl who'd been nice enough to entertain her worries. "That helps because you definitely look like you fit in here, and I love what you're wearing! I probably should have opened with that – I moved here almost three years ago now, you're witnessing me fulfilling my New Year's Resolution of exploring the town more. I've been pitifully homebound before now."

"I'm thirty-seven," Cori offered an almost sympathetic look, hoping that their close age made the blonde feel a little more comfortable. "I've hung out here on and off for.. a lot longer than I would like to admit." While Cori had left Merrock for a few years while attending university, she had been back in town since about the age of 22. In that time, the one night club in town had become a regular hang out ever since, especially after becoming single at the age of 26. "So, if you shouldn't be here, neither should I. If that helps.. at all.." she laughed softly.

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @hctgirl )

Arielle's eyes narrowed, lips curling into a teasing smile as she took a slow step forward, closing the space between them. "Oh, trust me," she started, her voice soft, but laced with a challenge, "I don't need to like you to know how to break you down, Bryce." Her gaze flitted over his face, lingering just long enough to make him wonder. "Memorizing details? That's just good observation. Gotta know what I'm dealing with, right?" She tilted her head then, crossing her arms as her smile grew wider. "But if you wanna believe it's because I'm secretly head over heels..." She leaned in just a little closer, voice dropping to a whisper, "Well, I won't stop you."

[syrupsyche]

“I—” Enjolras paused, his round cheeks turning pink. “You think me infallible to affections. You are wrong. I cannot trust myself to not be swayed by the sirens this time. I'm sorry.”

If it weren’t for Grantaire’s own spinning confusion, he would have laughed at the open-mouthed look of shock on Courfeyrac’s face.

“Are you saying— are you saying you’re in love, Enjolras?!”

“Don’t push,” Enjolras warned, his voice low and taut. “That is my final answer: I will not do it. Is anyone else capable instead?”

That was when Grantaire had volunteered.

Or; Grantaire, unwilling to confess his attraction to Enjolras and convinced that he can resist his temptations, volunteers to speak to a siren to gather information. This incredibly stupid decision, however, may turn out to rear more good than bad in the end.

—

This is a fic gift for @avisalix (I hope this is the right blog) for the 2024 Les Mis Holiday Exchange!! Thank you for giving me a chance to write my first happy-ish, exR-centric fic, it was a blast 🥹 hope you enjoy the little doodle I made for it, even if its technically not scene compliant...

If anyone wants to know why this particular Enjolras has claws and feathers, and you're also a fan of stupidly oblivious exR, then this fic might just be up your alley too!! :) Just expect your usual siren shenanigans!

[testdrves]

“ well, it's hard to like other people when they're nothing but drunks or just voices on the other end of the phone line. ” bittersweet sigh fell from her lips, dry laugh to follow. “ i like you a lot more than other people.”

"maybe it's because we don't like other people."