#Frosting On the Beater

[pleasant-turtle-student]

tired lazy 2-3am music recs

I've been listening to more music from the posies on recommendation from my mom and I've been really enjoying it

Frosting on the beater is great the whole way through, but I haven't finished dear 23 and I only know 1 song from blood/candy.

Generally:

Frosting On The Beater is loud rock

Dear 23 is kinda dreamy acousticy reverby stuff

The one song from blood/candy is bouncy piano oriented rock

Here are some favorites from what I've listened to

Frosting On The Beater

Solar Sister

Love Letter Boxes

How She Lied By Living

Coming Right Along

Dear 23

Any Other Way

Help Yourself

Mrs. Green

Blood/Candy

Licenses To Hide

They have like 3 more albums i didn't mention but i haven't gotten to those yet

thankyuuuu

#song recs #my posts haha #music #rock #the posies #frosting on the beater #dear 23 #blood/candy

[musicandoldmovies]

The Posies - Dream all Day

From the album Frosting on the Beater

#the posies #frosting on the beater #dream all day #Youtube

[tommystonsils]

two collages for the chorus to Burn & Shine by The Posies bc it’s one of my favorites.

posies mutuals pls interact w this lol

#collage #art #the posies #frosting on the beater #i’m back into the posies now thank u it’s FALL

[awellrespectedcavetroll]

#music #the posies #dream all day #frosting on the beater #90s music #Spotify

[mossy-mischief]

Gavin's Marble Chiffon Cake Recipe

My friends, I have a gift for you.

I found the exact Marble Chiffon Cake recipe Gavin and Freelancer make in this video and from the baking stream. It's from The Taste of Home Baking Book. If anyone makes it, let me know how it goes! I haven't tried yet.

(Recipe transcription below)

Marble Chiffon Cake

PREP: 15 min. + standing BAKE: 1 hour + cooling YIELD: 16 servings

CAKE:

7 eggs, separated

2 squares (1 ounce each) unsweetened chocolate

1-3/4 cups sugar, divided

1/4 cup hot water

2 cups all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon baking soda

3/4 cup water

1/2 cup vegetable oil

1 teaspoons vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar

FROSTING:

4 squares (1 ounce each) semisweet chocolate

1 tablespoon butter

7 tablespoons heavy whipping cream

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1-1/2 cups confectioners' sugar

Let eggs stand at room temperature for 30 minutes. In a small saucepan or microwave, melt unsweetened chocolate; stir until smooth. Add 1/4 cup sugar and hot water; mix well and set aside.

In a large mixing bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, salt, baking soda and remaining sugar. Whisk together the egg yolks, water, oil and vanilla; add to flour mixture and beat until moistened. Beat for 3 minutes on medium speed; set aside.

In another large mixing bowl and with clean beaters, beat egg whites and cream of tartar on high speed until stiff peaks form. Stir a fourth of egg whites into the batter, then fold in remaining whites. Divide batter in half; gradually fold chocolate mixture into one portion.

Alternately spoon the plain and chocolate batters into an ungreased 10-in. tube pan. Swirl with a knife. Bake on the lowest rack at 325° for 60-65 minutes or until top springs back when lightly touched. Immediately invert the cake; cool completely. Run a knife around sides and center tube of pan; remove cake to serving plate.

For frosting, melt semisweet chocolate and butter in a small saucepan or microwave; stir until smooth. Remove from the heat; stir in cream and vanilla. Whisk in confectioners' sugar until smooth. Immediately spoon over cake.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #mosspost #recipes #marble chiffon cake

[cinnamonglrls]

🎞✫ ⋆⋆˚ 🌾 ˖° ₊ ⊹ ♡ 📼

thinking about mechanic!roman. set probably somewhere in the 70s in the midwest. maybe a small town in indiana. in a stained wife beater and navy cargo pants under the unforgiving summer heat; hunched over the hood of your mint green ford thunderbird convertible, trying to figure out the source of that aggitating noise you wandered into the shop complaining about.

you always tend to come into GForce Auto™ swathed in dainty fabric, the most saturated of sundresses. you’re the mayor’s daugher, after all. the world is your platter. white nails, dark curls claw-clipped in a feminine updo, smelling like you just popped out of a magazine. he notices.

and so do his coworkers, seth and dean. draped in something similar as him, the two smirk to themselves and wordlessly converse with one another from a distance as they both pretend to be preoccupied with cleaning muddled oil off of silver and copper components with ragcloths. 

“ma’am. the clamps that secure the heat shield to the underbody seem to have loosened. that caused the heat shied to detach. the sound you were hearing must’ve been the rattling of the worn clamp.”

you don’t trust your mouth, so you nod in understanding. butterflies fluttering like turtledoves in the cage of your ribs as you watch him roll out from beneath the pristine vehicle; smudges of grease smeared haphazardly on his face. he dryly chuckles at the distance in your eyes as he speaks and you feel a little dizzy. 

you peel out of the driveway of the garage when he send you on your way, tires screeching over orange dust. you glance in your rear view mirror to see the three men hunch down to sit on black crates before dean passes them frosted bottles of bright corona beer. 

your screwdriver still safely nestled in your glovebox.

🎞✫ ⋆⋆˚ 🌾 ˖° ₊ ⊹ ♡ 📼

#mechanic!roman #roman reigns fic #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe #poc writer #roman reigns one shot #wwe one shot #drabbles #roman reigns x black reader

[shuahaes]

baking w/ the vocal unit!

svt vcu x reader; established relationship; all fluff, sfw

HHU | VCU | PFU

warning: only food mentions, otherwise its all just fluff !! not proofread btw !!

YOON JEONGHAN

y'all know how hannie is a huge bit of a menace?

well it would get VERY messy, bc this man would def try and get some frosting on your nose or some flour on your cheeks and prob have a play fight with ingredients💀

but would be very helpful, and would remind you when you're about to put the wrong ingredients

like "oh no, babe you're not supposed to put the butter with the flour yet!"

he might build a lego set w/ you while the desserts bake in the oven

the entire time you two are giggling while baking

will shower you with kisses if and when the cupcakes (or whatever ygs baked) turn out good 🤭

HONG JISOO (JOSHUA)

he would be so excited when u asked him if he wanted to bake w/ u

he would be so careful with following the recipe, and he would def make amazing desserts <3

but, he is evil twin #2, so he's also a bit of a menace, but the most he'd do is put frosting or batter on your face 😭

if your arms hurt from using the beater/whisk, he'd gladly take over for you and give u massage later 🥺

y'all would DEFINITELY have the prettiest desserts, you two would use pretty frosting and sprinkles, or make cute frosting art on cookies

cuddles while things are the oven !! 🤭

prob one of the best bakers in the vcu

LEE JIHOON (WOOZI)

at first you wanted to surprise him, but you had the better idea that it'd be fun to spend time w/ him and get him away from the studio for a bit

you guys would try an easy recipe, just so none of you end up burning down the kitchen-

he would be reluctant, but he'd do it for you 🥺

offered to be your taste tester in the end

gives u a kiss if it turned out good (would still give you one bc he saw how hard you worked)

would be so happy inside though, that you wanted to spend time w/ him baking

LEE SEOKMIN (DOKYEOM/DK)

would be SO HAPPY to bake w/ u

but i feel like out of excitement he might accidentally pour in salt instead of sugar 😓

but its fine, its the process that was fun

cuddles while things are the oven !! #2

the desserts might not taste good, but at least you had fun and they look pretty !!

also showers you with kisses after because you guys worked so hard on them 🤭

BOO SEUNGKWAN

he would also follow the recipe exactly as it is, but if you almost mess up he will def side-eye you (dw he still loves u 🥰)

would try to make the dessert as beautiful as him /hj

2nd best baker in vcu

would probably also be one of the people to put flour on your face as a prank, but he'd find it so cute

KARAOKE WHILE THINGS ARE BAKING

it would be so cute, and funny because the oven would probably go off while he's in the middle of a high note or something and you two would just burst out into laughter

dessert would taste as good as it looks tho 😁

A/N - my first writing piece !! omg this took me a while but its done! maybe ooc in some parts? but anyways enjoy! and ty to aichi/mahi, @kwantaro bc w/o her i prob would not have made my writing blog and written these hcs! so ty <3

#amelia.writes #svt fluff #joshua hong fluff #joshua hong #joshua x reader #seventeen headcanons #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #lee seokmin #dokyeom #seokmin #woozi #woozi x reader #seventeen woozi #svt woozi #woozi fluff #seungkwan #jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #boo seungkwan #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan fluff #dk fluff #dk x reader #seventeen #svt #vocal unit

[beelsbignaturals]

Hello!! Since baking is constantly mentioned in one way or another in the game, how would each of the brothers be as a baking partner? Maybe you’re baking a cake for someone else’s birthday or just to share with the HoL - who’s good, who’s bad, who’s messy, who sneaks some of the batter (rhetorical, it’s Beel) etc?

AN: Sorry fellow Luci kissers he is a bitch and we love him. Also @ Levi anon just know I see u and I am going to try my damnedest to write smut and let it see the light of day

Anyways baking time!

👨‍🍳THE GREAT DEVILDOM BAKE OFF🍰

Lucifer is insufferable (affectionate). He will basically take over. Everything is measured exactly. He makes little to no mess yet cleans the counters every five seconds… and no, you can't add chocolate chips. The recipe doesn't call for it! Do not bake with him unless you can deal with his "No Fun. Only Task at Hand." mindset. Fun fact! This is all just a way to disguise the fact that Lucifer is really bad at baking! He will blame whoever he is baking with because "I followed the instructions step by step so it can't be my fault." 

Mammon is an absolute disaster in the kitchen. There are eggshells in the cake batter, a thin layer of icing sugar covering the entire kitchen, and don't think you are getting away without a food fight. The cake will be burnt because he was more interested in getting batter in your hair than setting a timer like you had asked. Just slather it in frosting and call it a day.

Leviathan can be coaxed out of his room to make anime related treats and anime related treats only. As for how good he is at baking… It takes a couple of tries, but Levi is a quick learner and will get the hang of things pretty fast! He has turned the stand mixer on too high once or twice and maybe added too much vanilla, but at the end of the day, you have some decent snacks from your efforts.

With Satan, it's organized chaos. Flour has spilled all over the floor, you impulsively added mint extract that the recipe did not call for, and the cookbook you were using is nearly unreadable. But you know where everything is and have all the right ingredients. Unlike Mammon and Belphie, Satan will actually clean up after himself without complaining. He is a menace, but he knows what enough is enough. 

Asmodeus is surprisingly good at icing cupcakes. He makes a perfect swirl every time. That said, while the things he bakes are pretty… they don't taste the best. It's not bad, but it certainly isn't good. I'm sorry, Asmo, but your baking skills are mid. At least you got some cute Devilgram pics! Asmo will also insist on wearing the cutest apron he can find and scream when he gets batter on it. 

Listen, we all know Beelzebub will eat the raw ingredients, cookie dough, and the finished product. Your best bet is to have snacks prepared beforehand for Beel to munch on. He really tries to restrain himself, but can you blame him? He's just a hungry little guy! Beel will 100% ask to lick the spoon, and the bowl, and the beater, and probably the counter… you get the point. But! If you have enough ammo (pre-made snacks) and patience, he's actually really good at baking! 

Belphegor is the laziest motherfucker around. Don't fool yourself into thinking you are using anything but a box of cake mix with Belphie. If he has some sort of motivation, he'll try but… just don't expect any miracles. He's basically the opposite of Asmo when it comes to baking. The cake is the ugliest thing you've ever seen but DAMN does it taste good. As long as you don't let him drag you off into a cuddle session while it's still in the oven. Because at that point it's guaranteed to be burnt. Sorry. 

#om! shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me x reader #shrimp writes #obey me fanfic #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader

[musicandoldmovies]

The Posies - Frosting on the Beater

#frosting on the beater #the posies

[grapehyasynth]

Pop star Simon and Crown Prince Wilhelm meet as contestants on a special celebrity episode of Hela Sverige bakar (Swedish version of Great British Bake Off), competing for charity. Simon catches Wilhelm watching him lick off a spoon or finger or beater. They help each other when their hands are covered in dough or something has gone awry with their bake. Simon improvs little songs about his recipes and the camera always cuts to Wille smiling down at his own work. Wille pretends to be helping Simon get some powdered sugar off his face but actually smears chocolate frosting on it instead. Simon calls the judges out for calling his flavors exotic. They hold hands during the pronouncement of the winner. The internet is aflame: "do you think they'll bake their own wedding cake together???" "cake is sweet but #wilmon is sweeter"

#young royals #wilmon

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Luke " I'm a mature adult."

Mc " Hey wanna lick the frosting off the egg beaters?"

Luke " Alright. But after that I'm a mature angel."

Luke: (lying in bed) I'm an adult and want to be treated as such

Mc: (closing the Book) alright no night light and food night story then

Luke: (about to cry) NO! What if the Demons under my bed get me

-------------------------------------------------------

okay but this sounds like Luke, the little guy wants to act mature but it's clear as day that he still is a Child

#local talks with people

[mageiia]

♡ @singofus ➽ maggie ﹠ kaluciyo

maggie  pops  her  head  out  of  the  kitchen  ,  looking  both  ways  in  the  diner  .  she  sees  a  few  dreamers  in  conversation  with  those  she  allows  to  be  here  ,  including  eleos  ,  as  well  as  the  nightmares  in  the  eternal  night  outside  ,  drawn  by  suffering  and  not  allowed  to  consume  it  .  she  smiles  ,  knowing  a  large  part  of  them  staying  away  is  their  princette  (  outside  )  and  king  (  in  the  corner  booth  with  hot  chocolate  )  keeping  them  away  .  but  she's  not  looking  for  them  ,  so  she  withdraws  back  into  the  kitchen  and  goes  out  the  side  door  into  the  back  room  ,  with  the  curtained  cots  ,  where  kal  sometimes  hangs  out  . 

she  sees  him  finishing  up  with  getting  someone  settled  ,  and  gives  a  little  brush  against  his  aura  ,  encouraging  him  to  come  find  her  afterwards  .  when  he  does  ,  she  hands  him  one  of  the  hand  mixer  beaters  ,  still  coated  in  chocolate  chip cookie  dough  . 

❛  feel  like  i  haven't  seen  you  all  night  ,  how  are  you  ?  ❜  she  asks  ,  taking  a  seat  back  at  her  frosting  station  ,  picking  up  a  bag  of  dreamy  gold  frosting  and  beginning  to  apply  it  to  the  recently  cooled  cupcakes  . 

#singofus #*̳ verse. ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇʟʏ crafted ) — 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠 of 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 #hope this is good!!! if i need to change anything lmk!!

[bonelessghoul]

The Lion and the Snake |3|

<<RIP Sir Michael Gambon /* hope some of you are still keeping up and enjoy part three! :) >>

Part One | Part Two

Summary: There aren’t instructions on what to do when your parents are being kept somewhere secret and school is in session. Rosemary Peverell can only do the one thing she knows best and it’s on the Quidditch Pitch. But Tom Riddle has other ideas to keep her on track to learn more about the Deathly Hollows.

~~~

At the height of the Quidditch pitch, the air was sharp and the landscape was blanketed with heaping amounts of white snow as far as the eye could see. If it weren’t for the frost forming at the ends of her hair, Rose would have enjoyed it just a little bit more; staring out there for hours even.

There were Dementors patrolling the perimeter from what she could tell. If she didn’t know any better they merely looked like a trick of the eye that far out. Students were scared to even just speak of them, but everyone knew that with the onslaught of security measures Hogwarts implemented, they were most certainly there.

Theo and Margot were seated on their brooms on either side of her as they all patiently waited for the game to start. Theo was a beater and Margot was a chaser. Daniel was the goal keeper today but was normally a chaser with Margot. Many people from Gryffindor had big signs with Rose’s name on it as a token of support to her surprise.

All of the whispers and side eyed looks would have led to her believe otherwise.

It hasn’t been an easy adjustment when everyone who was afraid of Grindelwald suddenly grew weary of her now.

But even with the thought of him nipping at the back of her mind, curious as to where he was now and what he would do next if he didn’t get what he wanted, she knew there was nothing she could do but resume her day-to-day activities.

Headmaster Dippet and Professor Dumbledore have already warned her several times a day not to worry about the proceedings following her attack. But especially after yesterday’s meeting with the Ministry official who returned for his weekly check in, she was losing hope.

Of course, Rose was going to worry about it and she certainly didn’t like the Ministry man who seemingly held the answers she wanted.

“Rosemary! Chin up!” Theo shouted, catching her attention as he nudged into her side, having been flying in circles out of boredom.

Gripping the broom, Rose tensed, letting out a thick cloud of air in her frustrated sigh.

“This is getting ridiculous. Why are they even bothering trying to walk through the snow?!” Rose groaned, watching as the Quidditch captains below dragged the cases to the center. Shaking her head, she added in a soft whisper, “I could have charmed the cases to move when I was five.”

After a few minutes of waiting, she glanced around at the other stands, another man nagging her thoughts and she couldn’t help but hope to spot him in the smudge of green in the bleachers. Grateful to be hovering in the air, no one could see the smile that warmed her face.

Finally, after what felt like ages of sitting in this bone chilling air, Rose and Margot got into their positions at the sound of the whistle.

The only Slytherin her mind need be focused on was Orion Black, just yards across from her in the air: the opposing Seeker.

“Rain or shine, students of Hogwarts, nothing could stop this iconic rivalry in the Quidditch Pitch today. Madame Hartwick is about to get things started here. On your marks, players!” Matilda Marigold, the seventh year from Ravenclaw, announcer for the games shouted.

Gripping her broom, Madame Hartwick down below blew her whistle once more and when the suitcases opened up and released the Snitch, she immediately charged towards Orion as a diversion to scramble him out of the way while her eyes remained peeled for the Snitch.

Cheers erupted around her, and players crossed her vision, speeding by on their brooms to focus on the main play of the game.

But then, just in the center of the madness, the little golden winged ball taunted Rose as it hovered in plain sight.

Just before she could take off, Orion had swiftly come from behind her and she was hot on his tail for the ever-moving Snitch.

“Peverell and Black have eyes locked on the Snitch and--- oooh!” Matilda winced, “Slytherin is down a player already after a nasty hit from a Bludger!”

One down several to go, but Rose’s muscles were tense in the pursuit of the Snitch that was making its way towards stands. It took a lot to strictly focus on the Snitch when there were players swarming around her and the breeze dried out her eyes, let alone the students, but while Slytherin cheered for Orion who flew his broom over their heads, she reeled back her broom to a halt, watching that the Snitch was merely taking him for a ride around the big green bannered post.

There was a faint chorus of “boos” below her feet and with a frown, she looked over at that Slytherin crowd.

Tom Riddle was seated in the back, looking up at her while his friends had called out horrible things.

In that split second, she caught her breath, forcing herself away, watching as the Snitch wrapped Orion around the Slytherin post and she grinned eagerly to yourself, knowing he was getting caught up with the sharp turns. But another thought had her grinning ear to ear as she took off again.

As the Snitch made its last turn towards the field, she sped off, heels digging into the back of her broom.

Orion had nearly fell off his broom, leaving her room to chase after the Snitch, but as she reached her hand out to intercept it, not only did it sharply turn down from her but another tense Gryffindor and Slytherin chase had nearly taken her out.

Immediately, Rose dove down to the snowy ground, nerves rattled from the close call. She took your time with the Snitch, hearing the bells chime from a goal being scored.

“Margot Wingrave has scored 10 points for Gryffindor.”

The game continued as such, one team scoring right after the other. Orion had nearly knocked her off your broom a few times to no avail, making the chase for the Snitch grow restless. Something about all that she had endured in the past few weeks made her want to catch this today even more.

Grindelwald could potentially be intimidated by a Quidditch victory for all she knew.

But as the game was stuck in a tie in the last quarter of it, Rose knew either way something had to give as the chase was growing restless.

“With many teammates down and injured on both sides, one can hope that either team can score in this heated battle for the first victory of the new year!” Matilda announced grimly.

Breathlessly, Rose pushed forward, knowing that her team was most likely counting on a Snitch to win the game at this rate

Down below, growing cold and tired, was Tom Riddle among his closest circle who were certainly more riled up for this game than he was. He had never fancied the Quidditch games, especially when it meant sitting high in the chilled air and snow had begun to fall even more. But as he stood in the stands, hands clenched in his pockets, his eyes had never left her broom.

Rose was quite aggressive for someone who seemed so modest and quiet outside of the pitch. Even at her peak troublesome self, she never had as much grit as he witnessed now.

“Send her to the ground, Black!” Abraxas shouted out beside him.

Tom sighed.

Maybe not as aggressive as his own friends at least.

“It’s cold.” Lucretia whined, leaning into Druella as they both pulled their robes tighter around each other.

Tom had been staring out still, following Rose’s broom.

“Tom, I said I was cold.” the girl affirmed, nudging Druella out the corner of his eye.

“I don’t care, Lucretia.” Tom exhaled, a cloud of vapor passing through his lips.

Part of him wanted to see Rose catch it just to watch Orion get dragged down for it later because of how annoying his sister was becoming. But his pride got the best of him when he found himself nearly lurching forward when Slytherin scored again.

“And the tie has been broken! What will Gryffindor do with minutes left to spare?!” Matilda cried.

The defeat had hit her quickly and part of her wanted to give up the chase with mere minutes left. But the Snitch was too close for comfort as her and Orion weaved in and out of each other's path. They practically mirrored these skills, making it all the more difficult, but she could handle turns better so when the Snitch had gone up in the air, she immediately followed it while he had stumbled behind.

But even still, this high up, Rose wasn’t sure whether she even wanted to pursue it as she glided over the peaks of the posts that poked out of the stands.

It felt all too quiet this high up despite the game continuing under her feet. Orion felt too far away. The buzz of the Snitch was loud above the wind and as she came soaring down to the field once more, she grew hopeful as it was now within reach.

“Rose! Look out!” Margot shouted.

Rose looked only a second too late before the bludger had nearly torn through her left side, making her entire left arm go numb as her broom went spinning and flipping in the air. Her breath was stuck, and she forced herself to hang on to the broom but the pain in her left side got the best of you as she nearly slid off trying to catch her breath.

“Rosemary Peverell has been hit by a bludger!” Matilda gasped, the rest of the crowd nearly screaming from their seats. “But this fighter has not given up yet! In one miraculous save, Peverell is still hanging on by a finger! Literally!”

Rose’s right arm still had some energy and as she held onto her broom, struggling to pull herself up as her legs dangled, her left arm was nearly immobile from the impact and the ground of the pitch was coming too close for comfort.

But the snitch was closer than ever, leaving no time for her to pull herself up, but only to reach out with her pained left hand.

“Peverell is closing in on the Snitch!”

If her fingers could stretch further, they would, but as her brooms speed picked up, she forced out her arm with a painful cry and the moment her hand closed around the Snitch, she finally let go of the broom and tumbled to the snowy ground.

“And she’s got it! Gryffindor wins!”

After her tumble, Rose had rolled on her back, chest heaving up and down as the Quidditch pitch erupted with chants of her name. She needed a moment, the back of her throat burning from the cold air, and she laid in the snow, holding up her right hand that held the Snitch with a tired smile on her face.

Her teammates m swarmed the white sky above her, landing down around her and it was Margot who came into view to pull her up from the ground, but her legs were still shaky.

It was an overwhelming joy to have everyone hugging her and shouting her name, but suddenly, Theo and another chaser, Mason, had hoisted Rose up in the air. Even Daniel had swung over her head with a cheer.

“Watch the arm!” Rose cried, holding it close to her while her free hand raised the snitch.

Tom Riddle stood among his defeated friends as they made their way off the stands, but a proud grin was hidden on his lips as they had all left.

~

The short walk to Hogwarts was a victorious one, all of Gryffindor cheering for the team and everyone coming up to Rose to congratulate her. It was a nice change to the dark cloud hovering over her head lately.

Once within the warmth of the castle, the pain in her arm seemed to surge as the cold melted away. It was curled up against her body, stiff and throbbing, fearing she might have broken something. Nothing would ever top Ravenclaw’s own Thomas Thorne getting his teeth knocked out when him and another player collided. She would gladly take the bludger hit.

Theo and Margot escorted her to the infirmary, and she was essentially the third wheel as they boasted to each other about the other’s plays in the game. She hated to admit how adorable it was deep down.

“I can walk myself, you know.” Rose said, five steps ahead of them and swiftly glancing back as they immediately raised their heads.

“Oh, we know. We just wanted to come with you. It seemed like the right, team captain thing to do.” Theo said proudly.

Rolling her eyes, she looked forward again with a hidden grown. She seriously didn’t know what her friend saw in Theo but it made her feel better when she had punched his arm.

“I’m here for moral support as your friend.” Margot smiled, taking her hair out of the slicked back ponytail. “And also because the team was taking bets on if you broke a bone or not.”

“That, I’m actually okay with.” Rose chuckled, finally making it to the infirmary.

Rose had plopped herself down on the bed, noting a few others from each team had found themselves here first after suffering some minor hits in the game. Theo went to check on them while Margot sat with her, her eyes dreamily following Theo as he walked away. When the healer had checked out her arm that felt like it was cracking even more as she went to analyze it, it was very clear it was broken.

Margot laughed hysterically while she tried to chug down some of the bone juice, its bitter and pungent taste making her want to vomit. But once the healer had wrapped her arm and given her the entire bottle to sip on for the next few days, Margot told Theo that the two of them would meet him in the Great Hall.

Now that the game was over, the thought of seeing Tom Riddle tonight had almost slipped her mind until then.

“So, I have a proposition for you.” said Rose, the pending conversation already causing a painstaking feeling in her chest.

Margot groaned.

“Can we just eat dinner first? I feel wretched and need to eat.”

“This is about something I need your help with later.” Rose huffed.

When her friend glared at her suspiciously, Rose had gnawed on her thoughts for just a moment. Surely Tom wouldn’t mind if she brought an extra set of hands just in case tonight went south. Plus, she needed all the information she could get on these Deathly Hallows.

“Depends. I’m quite exhausted.” Margot teased.

“I was going to ask your help in sneaking into the Restricted Section tonight. Someone is getting me in and I don’t want to be alone. Nothing in the library is helping me find out more information on this stuff, which leads me to believe it either doesn’t really exist or I’m missing something else.”

Margot’s eyes widened.

“Rosemary Peverell, we’ve done crazy things but I’m not too keen on sneaking around there after what happened last time. I thought we could request a pass from a professor? Why not just do that?”

Last time, her and Daniel had tried to sneak down there after losing a bet in Quidditch practice and they were immediately caught and sentenced to a weeks worth of detention with the ground keeper.

Rose sighed in defeat, wracking her brain to find a polite way to tell her to get over it because they’ve truly done worse.

“You said you would help me.” she frowned. “It seriously is not the worst thing we could be caught doing. I’ll pull the sadness card if we get caught, I think I still have some pity among the staff. Otherwise, I can’t ask to get in there because everyone seems to be on high alert with what information I can and cannot have!”

Margot was clearly unhappy with her idea.

The Ministry official relentlessly buried any efforts she made to find out what was going on. Headmaster Dippet and Professor Dumbledore also seemed more than willing to enforce the notion that she should simply keep her head down.

“This is why they’re worried, Rose, because the best thing for you to do right now is lay low until the Ministry handles Grindelwald.”

Rose was ready to open her mouth to protest, but a voice had called out her name just up ahead, and part of her immediately collapsed when she saw Professor Dumbledore waiting for her at the entrance to the Great Hall.

“I’ll catch up with you shortly. Just please think about it.” Rose stammered, watching her peel off into the room while she stayed with the Professor.

Immediately, Rose lightened her attitude.

“Hi, Professor Dumbledore. Is there something you needed?” Rose asked, crossing her unbroken arm over the other.

Her heart found itself pounding in anticipation, ears nearly ringing as she hung on the words he would say.

The Professor was always very neutral, whether he was thrilled or angry, being secretive or honest, you could never quite read him or know what to expect. But when he slipped out an envelope from his robe pocket, her mind became static.

“I have good news to put your mind at ease, I hope. A letter from your parents.”

After weeks of begging to know where they were to know that they were safe, this felt like all the gold in the world was in her hands. Her parents were smart people, very average and quaint wizards following their Auror days. Rose had been in turmoil trying to figure out what they were dealing with and why they were being so compliant with what was happening though.

It was so surreal that she almost doubted it.

“And you’re sure this is them?” Rose asked, clutching the paper with her free hand.

“It was hand delivered by Mr.Solomon himself, which might not put you too much at ease, but I assure you, this is the safest way for them to contact you if Grindelwald’s spies are lurking.”

A smile rested on her lips and she nodded at him.

“Thank you, Professor. This means a lot.”

As Rose was ready to walk away, her stomach growling at this point, he had stopped her one more time.

“And you’ve been alright?”

It was a genuine question. There were rumors about Dumbledore and Grindelwald having been acquainted in the past, so knowing that even if it was true that he would understand her pain more than most, she trusted his intentions.

“As alright as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

Once Rose entered the room, her mind was really only focused on eating despite the heavy weight of her parent's message in her hand. She would wait til she had more privacy to open it considering her entire table of Gryffindor had immediately started clapping for her. Rose was a smidge flustered, but she turned a blind eye to it as she glanced over at Slytherin’s table for a brief moment.

To her relief, Tom’s back was to his friends as he had discreetly nodded at her with a pleased grin on his lips.

It disappeared as fast as it came, but it was enough for her.

What was she even thinking? Tom flattered everyone.

But maybe he wasn’t always sneaking people into the restricted section so instead of dwelling on more than one conflict at once, Rose sat down among her friends and ate enough for three grown men, growing more excited for the evening ahead of her by the minute.

~

It’s quite difficult to shower with one arm, but Rose managed anyway.

Once she had returned to the dorms, she quietly threw on her clothes despite having her own more secluded room as she was older now. Regardless, she was careful not to draw any attention her way. At her nightstand though, she finally sat on her bed while her hair dried, the letter sitting upon it like a sight for sore eyes.

Tearing it open, Rose couldn’t help but hold her breath.

“Dear Rosemary,

We are so sorry we couldn’t be there for you when Grindelwald’s men attacked you at Hogwarts. The moment the Ministry caught word of it, they had come to take us to a safe space to hide out and wouldn’t allow us to take you along. I’m sure you have a lot of questions and a lot of feelings about it, but there is not enough time to tell you all that you need to know. The risk of moving you away from Hogwarts was far too great with Grindelwald’s presence having returned to the UK, and while you may doubt the schools safety, the Ministry it going great lengths to ensure they won’t come for you again. It is critical that you don’t leave the school. Aurors have been patrolling the outside areas of Hogwarts to ensure that he or his army do not make an appearance. But we know you too well to know that you’re probably more concerned with what our family has to do with the Deathly Hallows and in due time, you will know, but your safety is priority, Rose. This has been a long time coming and we are so heartbroken that we could not have been there. We should be able to send word again in a few weeks.

with love, Mom and Dad.”

Tears had pooled in Rose’s eyes by the end of the letter. There was a slew of emotions running through her and she was merely frustrated at how taken back she had been as she tried to inhale and exhale without completely crumbling. The tears brought a pressure to her temples, one that only fueled the anger that built in her jaw. There was some truth to story yet not enough time for her to know. Something still didn’t add up and she felt herself grow more angry, desperate even, to know more of what was going on.

Tonight there was a chance to do that though, and she quickly swiped away her tears to finish getting ready. She didn’t know what exactly tonight would bring, but anything she could find on these items or her lineage would be useful.

In the candlelight of the common room, fire still ablaze and students already tucked away in bed from the long day, Rose threw on a bit of makeup from Margot’s secret stash which she realized was also difficult to do with one hand in such little lighting. In hindsight, she realized there wouldn’t be much light in the library at all tonight, but she shook the thought off and still got ready to meet Tom. It would be freezing in the hallways at night, even with the torches lit all day long, so she wore another layer under her burgundy sweater and threw on a scarf for the way.

“I was wondering where my makeup was. Why are you getting dolled up for the library?” Margot asked, somehow sneaking up on her and making her jump out of her skin.

Whipping her head back towards her, Rose had a scowl on her face, but noticed she was as dressed and ready to go as she was.

“I didn’t know you were coming?”

The girl sighed as she sat beside her. “I’m not thrilled about it, but what else am I going to do?”

Chuckling, Rose grabbed her wand and stuffed it into her pocket, beckoning to Margot that it was time to sneak out.

As the two of them crept down the stairs to the get to the main hall, Rose kept her eye out for Prefects patrolling. It was hard to keep out of plain sight, even with an illusion charm casted over them, but regardless, she stuck by the walls and crept carefully but urgently. There was a special lock to the restricted section of the library at night, one that she couldn’t imagine getting through so you were curious to know how Tom would do it.

Sitting by one of the statues on the stairs that would take her to the hall where the library entrances sat, Rose recognized Tom Riddle sitting in the shadows and her heart leaped.

“That’s why you got all dolled up!” Margot cackled under her hushed voice, swatting at her arm.

“Shh!” she hissed at her friend and swatting her arm, her cheeks growing hot.

It seemed Tom had heard them because when his head shot up, he looked furious. When the two of them had reached him, she kept a bright smile on her lips as she sensed his frustration. His lips were firmly pressed down as he glared at them.

“Is there a reason you needed to add another person into this?” Tom asked, his voice low and enough to send a shudder through her bones.

Margot scoffed, immediately coming to the defense as she tends to do.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“No.” both Rose and Tom said, carefully glancing at each other.

It got the gears turning in Rose’s head though for just a moment. Did Tom want it to be just them? The idea of it didn’t bother her actually, but his reaction certainly surprised her. His charm was all a facade in her eyes anyway so whatever ideas that did cross her mind were immediately dismissed, knowing he was just being a helpful friend.

“I’m just not overly fond of the idea of having to try and sneak an extra person around is all. But lets go, the Prefects are going to be swapping their patrol sites soon.” Tom huffed, swiftly turning to lead the way.

It seems she was wise to dismiss the thought that Tom wanted it to be just the two of them, yet there was still a faint hint of disappointment.

Rose and Margot followed Tom, all of them secretly praying there wasn’t a ghost or prefect ready to burst in the massive hall with little to no cover, holding her breath as each of them silently stalked along the walls to the stairs that lead down to the library. There was a length of a short stone wall that they planted themselves behind, Tom going to look over to the edge of it the library doors where the Prefects were posted.

“Shit, they must have already moved.” he whispered angrily turning back as the gears turned in his head.

Sighing, Rose leaned her head back against the wall, shutting her eyes for a brief moment, wondering if this would ever be possible tonight.

“Which Prefect is it?” Margot asked.

“That imbecile Theo from your house.” he said with disdain , rolling his eyes.

But while Tom was disappointed, Rose’s head immediately whipped towards Margot who’s lips were curving upwards already. This was actually turning out to be a brilliant plan.

“I think you’ll be glad I brought her along, Tom.” Rose stated, poking his arm.

Margot seemed a little too excited to play as a distraction for them given that it was Theo. In a way, it made Rose want to gag as she watched the girls face light up. It was a fitting excuse considering it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to try and pull him off of his Prefect duties.

“What do you mean?”

“Margot’s going to distract Theo.”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake--”

“Piss off, Riddle. I got this.” Margot snapped, springing up from where she sat to slowly creep down the stairs.

Rose had to stifle a laugh at the way she had stuck up to Tom who was already very on edge about the whole ordeal. When he wasn’t his usual conniving self, it seemed he had a permanent frown etched into his face. Her own chest seemed to sink in when she caught wind of his attitude, having been thrilled herself, hoping he would at least enjoy it too.

“Will you lighten up a little?” Rose quietly urged.

“I am.” he replied, looking at her mildly offended.

“That’s as believable as my perfectly healthy bones.”

Tom’s eyes averted down to the wrapped up arm she had in a sling and met her eyes once more. He didn’t seem thrilled about her poking fun at him but he sighed and looked away to peak over the wall again.

“They’re gone, let’s move. Don’t say a word. Once we’re in, we just need to stay low and quiet until we get to the door to the restricted section.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Rose teased, saluting him with her free arm.

“Shut up.”

But the grin on his lips did not go unnoticed.

Hurriedly, Rose stayed close behind Tom as he lead them down to the library entrance. He whispered an unlocking spell and slowly creaked the door open. Her heart was pounding to her ears as she watched him slowly open the door, nodding his head and beckoning her to follow.

The library was actually quite eerie at night with almost all the candles blown out and no light to shine through the windows . She wondered how many times he had done this and how well he knew to get them in.

“The librarian isn’t here but the grounds keeper will occasionally patrol through at night. Once we’re in we’re fine but it’s smart not to let our guard down.” Tom said quietly.

Despite being able to stand up straight and not hide against every wall, she still felt heavily on edge.

“Understood.”

Walking down the aisles of tables in the middle of the dozens of towering bookshelves and benches, there was a subtle chill to the night air that crawled up her spine. To sort of put herself at ease, she cast lumos and Tom had whipped his head to look back at her.

“Scared of the dark?” he teased, raising a brow.

“Who isn’t just a little?” Rose retorted, eyes averting to every shadow around them.

There was a gated area that Rose immediately recognized up ahead and somehow she only grew more uneasy. It seemed too easy. She wondered why Tom had even offered to guide her through this with how simple it seemed, but when they came up to the locked gate, her mind had finally had enough

“Am I crazy or is this terribly easy to get to?”

Tom shrugged. “Most people don’t know how to unlock this door. It’s a trick only the Librarian knows.” he said, carefully moving his wand over it with a very focused look.

“Mhmm…” Rose hummed, holding the light over the lock for him. “You could have taught it to me instead of go through this trouble.”

Rose had kept pushing and she didn’t know why, but he had been acting standoffish all evening thus far from being irritated with Margot joining them and now it seemed that he simply wanted to come along because he wanted to.

“I need a book from here too if you must be so incessant to know why I offered to help.” Tom said coldly, glaring at her as the lock had undone itself with a few clicking sounds before falling to the ground. “I wouldn’t normally spend a Friday evening doing this sort of thing.”

“You don’t have to be so rude about it.” she muttered, descending the stairs to the restricted section with her tail between her legs.

How could he flip like a switch with ease the way he did? Perhaps he didn’t like being blatantly called out on his kindness behind closed doors. For the meantime she stifled it down and followed him anyway.

Rose had never been to the restricted section, but something did immediately feel morbid about the bookshelves as if every dark secret was whispering about her. Every item and ancient artifact that sat upon a pedestal looked ready to come to life.

“I truly wonder why they keep this area restricted. Why should we not learn all that there is?” Rose observed, seeing some cursed trinkets in glass boxes as you walked alongside the windows that let some moonlight in down here.

Raising her wand, Rose started skimming the spines of each book. It was awfully dusty in here.

“Same reason they don’t teach us about the dark arts we’re expected to just protect ourselves from. Dark wizards.” Tom said, sounding muffled as he were two shelves away.

Immediately her mind went to Grindelwald.

“Can’t argue with that I suppose.” She mumbled, wrapping around the shelves to find Tom lighting a lantern. “What are you looking for here?”

Tom had lifted the lantern in his palm and she put out the light at the top of her wand. His eyes were narrowed in on each and every book they passed.

“Just some of those dark arts they prohibit us from learning.”

Raising a brow, Rose eyed him curiously. There has been whispers about Tom and his friends being into some dark stuff, but she really never believed it. They were a rotten bunch in Slytherin but something didn’t quite sit right with her when Tom had admitted to it. One of her Ravenclaw friends in the Slug club had actually started that rumor when she overhead them talking about it with Professor Slughorn.

“Just keep an eye out for anything with the Deathly Hallows for me.” was all she could say.

There wasn’t much time to read so as the two of them searched the library, she picked up a few things here and there. There was stuff about ancient magic, resurrection, and cursed items. She wasn’t sure if any of it would contain contents about the Deathly Hallows but it could give her a head start. Tom was in the same aisle as her now and he has been leaning on the table that sat between the aisles with a book in his hand.

It was a book from Salazar Slytherin himself. He was infamous for many reasons, obviously founding the house of Slytherin, but mainly for his preference on what students Hogwarts excepted. But her thoughts drifted away as she focused on Tom himself.

Rose found herself staring a little longingly as the flames from the lantern danced across his face.

There was something peaceful about the quietness between them. But apparently, he had sensed your gaze when his eyes lifted up to her and she suddenly became at a loss for words.

“What?” Tom asked flatly.

The flattery had gone and she shook her head.

“Nothing.” She quipped, trying to hold a book and her wand in the same hand.

The bones in her broken arm were starting to ache again but she couldn’t imagine being here much longer.

Tom had sighed, watching her struggle to read and keep her wand lit over the pages at the same time. He had been only slightly cruel today he supposed. Rose had grown to be a pest as her questions went on, teasing him as if to find some ulterior motive to his aid. So, he had reluctantly placed his book down to bring the lantern over to her, coming beside her to place the lantern down beside the book she had opened on the ledge of the bookshelf.

Rose looked at him quite startled even, turning to face him now as she tucked your wand away.

“I was managing just fine thank you.” Rose relented, staring up at him now.

There was about a foot of space between them, and it single-handedly took the breath right from her lungs as her head tilted up ever so slightly.

“Don’t get too comfortable. We should leave soon.” Tom said, trying to distract himself from the own maddening feeling he had stirring within him.

There was a thick tension in the air to begin with, but it only seemed condensed now as she continued to hold his eyes and she fumbled over any type of words to say.

“I half expected you to tell me not to get too comfortable with you being so polite.”

Tom wondered what she was playing at. She had called out nearly everything he was doing tonight, and it was beginning to drive him mad. It only frustrated him because he had asked himself those questions too. Rose saw right through him, and he hated it.

But he kept pushing away and Rose sensed that, only wanting to push back harder.

“Do you really think of me so badly?” Tom asked with a slight tilt to his head, wondering why she continued to doubt his intentions.

Rose almost laughed in his face. How could she not doubt his intentions? They spent more years fighting than not, and it made it easier for her to hate him at her core. Maybe it was better that way to avoid the turmoil he put her through when he danced with her or spent hours with her in the infirmary. It seemed impossible.

“Not at the moment, no.”

The moment the words came out of her mouth, she felt her heart race even more. She wondered what would come next once she said that, trying to hide the deep desire to cease talking entirely. With her ears pounding and the heat rising to her face, she almost didn’t hear the sound of someone walking on the floorboards above in the library.

Instantly she turned her body to distinguish the lantern light but instead, the sling her arm had rested in nearly knocked it over. Tom reached by her to grab it in a panicked rush to keep it from falling, his hand grazing your waist before scooping up the books and grabbing her hand to lead her to the door.

“Don’t let go. I’m going to cast a concealing charm.” Tom whispered.

Nodding, Rose held on and held her breath. There was a sheer display of shame written upon her face that spread deep from your chest. Whatever happened back there was swiftly over and she was as disappointed as she was glad. She didn’t know what had gotten into her but certainly holding his hand as he discreetly led them out of the library did not help.

There was a moment of panic when she wondered if they would make it back without being caught.

But before she knew it, the two of them were out in the central hall, quietly running to a more secluded hall and keeping her head on a swivel. She had taken the lead by peeking through a doorway, finding a short, arched hallway with gaping windows on the one side and not another person in sight. This could be a resting spot for a moment and when she got in, she rested upon the wall to catch her breath.

“That was close.” Rose exhaled, looking at the stack of books she had to read through.

Tom only had one book in his hand as he leaned on the opposite wall. She was curious to know what kind of dark magic there was hiding in those pages. Looking down at her own pile, she knew she had a lot of research to do.

“Thank you, again. Might not have been your ideal Friday night but that was actually quite fun.” Rose admitted, her mind unable to tear itself away from the one moment they shared in the library.

Tom nodded, a small tug forming at the corner of his lips.

“Try and get your reading in soon, I’ll have to return these eventually. Perhaps we can make another trip out of it.”

“Just give me the word and I’ll be there. Goodnight Tom.” Rose said, gathering her things to walk away quickly.

But just as she began to walk, Tom had said her name. By the sounds of it, it seemed like it urgently had slipped out and she turned your head.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t hate you by the way.”

Rose’s face twisted slightly with confusion, wondering where that had come from inside of him. Maybe he was trying to mend the years of them fighting all the time. Maybe for once, she could let that happen. Whatever did happen the library tonight was maybe a good sign to trust him.

“I know.”

A smile was bright on her lips as she walked back to the Gryffindor common room that night.

But something darker had hovered over Tom Riddle that evening as he made his way back to Slytherin’s common room.

The boy was numb to almost anything but his drive to uncover Salazar Slytherins secrets hidden in the castle, trying to finish what he started, but he had stumbled upon a greater piece of information tonight; Salazar’s own scriptorium location. In the book he had picked up, reading before he caught Rose looking at him, had everything he needed to search for it and more.

Tom would tell Abraxas and the others tomorrow. If he was right about all of this, he would know once and for all if he was truly a descendant of Salazar. He would have access to a plethora of magic that would put him ahead of his time.

But as he rested in the common room, his mind drifted off the power he would come to have and instead to Rosemary; the one thing that kept pulling him away at it all.

Tom wondered where that unfamiliar, nearly ill feeling came from as it intertwined itself through his very soul. He wondered why all of the sudden, Abraxas’s jabs at her infatuation with him tormented him now and why looking at her made everything burn. Dipping his head back, he tried to shut his eyes and think of anything else, but his chest aches at the thought of her in the library once more and finally, he gave up.

Distinguishing the fire, Tom stormed off to bed in the hopes his sleep would take him away from the troubles she brought.

#Tom riddle #Tom riddle x reader #Tom riddle x oc

[elsewhereuniversity]

alaruming nickwhickers and bruting pondragoons, the gamble-gimmicked lords of the dusty swathe of bare between nextford and backshire, the men of niddy crum whos only tosh was with those roiling beaters of the uplaced way of right. coined by their parsible artiste, they ambled their way aboard, yashing and gnashing at the grumbled gropes who stood yarrow-yucked, in the way, sick as a dog and twice as ugly. “pah,” proclaims King Pin, and sets his collywobbles down upon thine trebulous yoke’s sundering slab of tushy. “twee and twiddle,” says he. “most tricksome and erstwhile.”

those laxed and livered brokers scumbled each of dem good. and. hard. tick-tockering away, buxom in the tiddlywinks of our frisson, time set upon us clattering and squelching. we ran triples and doubles, cotchering forwards through sandy envelopes of days.

twas a froble sight, yungun, and spare. no soap on their knees and no mistake! spare a penny and a pipe for an old squasher like eye, sez eye. alas. the braidley bunch were not very tres amuse bouche.

the dread clutches of sweetie grim’s skrelly smelly hands, albeit tendersome, we’re particularly scorched at that point. i was, as the poeats say, UN DONE AND DONE UP.

tho, twas sorted in the end.

Kaiser Kaise had creelishly surrendered his gluttonous rump upon our twiddling lady’s chair, and we sharpered scampish afore the frosting flaggard could pull down the mizzenmast ‘pon us poor tosherooning boys.

moral is, always wash your socks and never kiss a scaning man if a prangish wee scamp will do.

#stories #long post #i do no Comprehend most of this

[derelictheretic]

Wips be upon ye again

I was tagged by @clicheantagonist @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @unholymilf @strafethesesinners @aceghosts and @detectivelokis to share a wip!! Thank you beloveds 🥺💕

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My creative juices have been flowin so I got a whole three things to show off uvu

First Lola wip 👀 (I have half given up on this because I'm not confident in Lola's dialogue/mannerisms yet but it's also cute so who knows)

"I heard we had a newbie!" A boisterous voice sings from the left and the three turn to the doorway of the breakroom, a blonde with pink dyed tips bounds into the room with more energy than anyone else in the whole building had combined. A plastic container in her hands as she shoves past Staci and Joey to stand in front of Dean. Her grey eyes are bright and her pierced smile is breathtaking and infectious. She clutches the container to her chest with one hand and grabs Deans with the other, shaking it enthusiastically as she all but bounces in place.

"Nice to meet'cha rookie, names Lola! You can call me Darling or Your Majesty if you're feeling cute though."

Dean can't help but grin as both Staci and Joey sigh, the high energy from the woman now opening the container a nice change of pace from his slow and dull first week in the county.

"Nice to meet you, my name's–"

"Dean Sinclaire! Australian, twenty five, single, youngest of three kids, no criminal record and owner of a really shitty Jeep wrangler. I'll forgive you for the car because you were playing some bangin' tunes but you're on thin ice—Cupcake?" Lola holds out the container with a cheery smile and Deans tries not to look shaken as he reaches in and takes out a pink frosted cupcake. He knew his file would have some information on him but he had no idea who would have access to it, and he wasn't expecting anyone to list it all off in the middle of the office. Not that any of what she'd said was much of a secret, it was just unexpected.

"Tone it down Darling you're gonna freak him out—she does the background checks on newbies don't overthink it," Joey sighs, shaking her head and offering Dean a reassuring smile. He nods gently and decides to shake it off and take a bite of the cupcake and damn it was a good cupcake. Really good.

"Yeah, yeah i'm the only one tech savvy enough to do 'em, anyway interesting socials you got, don't really scream enforcer of the law if you know what I mean. Why're you here?" Lola takes a bite of a cupcake herself, watching Dean with an intense yet non-judgemental gaze that leaves him feeling unsteady. He swallows the piece of cupcake in his mouth and glances between the three deputies now staring him down, Joey and Staci seeming to want to hear his answer as well.

"Uh… I don't know how to say it without sounding cliché—I just want to help people." He offers sheepishly, suddenly having a hard time keeping eye contact.

"Plenty of other jobs that help people though, why'd you go this route? Is it the gun, it's okay if it's the gun I know you guys don't really get those easy down under." Lola raises the hand holding the cupcake to her mouth, her tone growing hushed in a conspiratorial manner as she offers a squinted, pursed lipped look his way.

"Hah—no, it's not the gun, I'm hoping I don't have to use it if i'm honest but uhm… I don't know it just, ended up this way I guess?" He shrugs gently, not prepared for this line of questioning. Which really he probably should have saw it coming, it's not like it was the one question in every cop movie ever or anything.

Lola nods slowly, humming as if she were dissecting his words in her head, ripping them apart.

"Better reason than Pratt's that's for sure, you'll do fine here. It's slow most days, holidays it tends to get a bit crazy but we'll look out for you." Joey offers another reassuring smile, matched with a welcoming pat to his shoulder. Staci scoffs under his breath, Joey quickly glaring at him to stop any complaints he had from surfacing verbally. Dean can't help but admire the interaction, it seemed like they had a good friendship—maybe in time he'd be sharing similar moments with them as a new guy walked in the door. It was a nice thought.

"You're getting paired up with me so obviously you'll be more than fine," Lola places a hand on Dean's other shoulder and he catches sight of her black acrylic nails, pink hearts dotted along them, "You're like my baby duckling now and if anyone fucks with my baby duckling I'll fuck them up with my car." Her happy tone turns serious in the blink of an eye, sincerity in every syllable and a promise that she meant it in her gaze. Oddly Dean finds the sentiment comforting instead of alarming, it was nice knowing he'd have someone so intent on having his back.

"I'm—Thank you, Lola." He smiles and she shoots a grin back, her vampire smiley piercings gleaming in the office light. She pats his cheek before stepping back and placing an extra cupcake on his desk. 'For later,' she mouths at him, pointing at it as if the other two with them couldn't see exactly what she was doing. As she's closing the plastic container the older deputy Dean had seen sitting at the front desk walks through the doors and Lola lets out an excited squeal, bounding up to the woman with glee.

"Nancy, my baby duckling is here! He doesn't have an accent but he's got the cutest little nose, do we have his uniform yet I wanna show him off—show him the ropes. I'm going to show him the ropes." Lola excitedly buzzes to the older woman, tacking on the last sentence as Sheriff Earl Whitehorse walks in behind her. Dean has to stop himself from laughing as she straightens her poster and blinks owlishly at their sheriff.

Earl shakes his head lightly as she shoots him a less than bashful grin. She tries to offer him a cupcake but he raises a brow at her and she pouts in response, mumbling something about being unappreciated as she walks off with Nancy back to what Dean could only assume was the break room.

And !! More of the jacob/dean fic from the last wip day, I know, me working on the same wip consistently? Shocking

"What did he do to you Rook?" 

Staci's voice feels distant, but Dean knows he's standing in front of the cage—clinging to the bars and probably looking down on him with the same dismay in the others' faces. Their resilient resistance leader was quiet, small, tired. 

"Fuck, your leg—"

They were all scared, Staci was scared. Dean wanted to reassure him, wipe his eyes and tell him he was still getting them out of here. 

"I–I'll get you some bandages, hold on."

But his mind just wanted to rest, shove down every memory of ginger hair and humid nights and stupid towns and stupid dreams and stupid wishes—He wanted to rip it to shreds and destroy every trace that said that motherfucker had ever been something to him. So he laid there on the ground and he stayed quiet. He tried to scrub the images behind his eyelids away, and tried to spit that name out of his mouth. Tried to rip that feeling out of his stupid heart.

Maybe if he was lucky he'd bleed out right now and steal the satisfaction of watching him continue to struggle through Jacob's trials. He could just see the hissy fit he'd throw, tables thrown and paper flying through the air as he cast blame onto whichever chosen shot him. Wouldn't that be funny?

I have a lot of art wips so uhh, peggie!dean and Jacob chillin' while Jo gives a sermon. Giving peggie!dean an alt look entirely based on a cosplay I did and i'm not sorry

#lola is taking up 90% of my brain rn can u tell #rotating her like a rotisserie chicken in my mind #also rotating dean in my mind. honestly rotating them both and vibrating at high velocity #dean just. sOBS. looks so good when he's brainwashed an evil yanno ashsjahahsh #HONESTLY ALL MY OCS LOOK SO GOOD PEGGIE-IFIED. glad everyone appreciated peggie cas and pip I need to being them back #misc: wips #misc: tag game #nadine's wips #Far Cry Tag

[steddiejudas]

November 6th, Getting High

It’s a hard day every year. The anniversary effect, Joyce tells him. It’s been six years since the day Will went missing and set off the chain of events that changed Steve’s life forever. He wasn’t even there for that part of it, but getting to know Will, adopting him into his little troup of kids, and watching him fall silent on this day every year sets them all on edge. But this year feels different.

The anxiety is still there, and Steve thinks it always will be, but this time there are no tingles on the back of necks, no chill in the air that alights every sense into fight or fight mode (Steve is almost certain he has no flight or freeze reactions anymore). Plus, now he has Robin, and Eddie, and to the shock and awe of everyone involved, Jonathan and Nancy too. So this year, they get to celebrate.

Steve spends all day in the kitchen making Will’s favorite foods. Mac and cheese with a baked top of breadcrumbs, rotisserie chicken because Will loves the drumsticks, green bean casserole, which Steve isn’t a fan of personally, but it reminds Will of the dish Joyce makes on thanksgiving from cans they get at the foodbank, and he wants to spoil them with a version using fresh ingredients from the farmers market. There’s even a cake cooling on the counter and homemade cream cheese frosting, which Steve has had to swat Eddie’s sneaky fingers out of at least three times now. Eddie sits on the kitchen counter the whole time, keeping Steve company with a fondness in his expression that softens Steve to letting him lick the beaters he used to whip up the frosting. He’s a mess, and Steve loves him.

When evening rolls around, their apartment fills with the whole party. Even Argyle made the trip back to Hawkins to celebrate. He brings a bag of Cali weed with him, stronger shit than they can get out here, and Steve is completely fucked when it hits his bloodstream and looks at Eddie because Argyle’s weed always has a way of putting him in horny bitch mode, and Eddie with smoke streaming from his nostrils, giggling about how it makes him look like a dragon doesn’t help.

When the kids are full of food and piled up in front of the TV to watch Never Ending Story and mock Dustin mercilessly, Steve drags Eddie into their bedroom, unable to keep his hands off of him for another minute.

“Steve. Steve, oh my god.” Eddie pants as their hips roll together in a clumsy rhythm. “If you keep doing that you’re going to lose, baby boy.”

“Don’t care,” Steve pants into Eddie’s skin, intoxicated by the weed and the scent of his cheap cologne. “Just want you. Eddie… god I can’t believe I agreed to this being the word. Let me nut?”

“Fuck, okay.” And Steve can tell Eddie is just as desperate as he is after almost a week without making him cum. Eddie reaches a hand between them, cupping his hand around Steve’s cock to give him more friction to grind against, relishing in the wanton moans it draws out of him. Steve never thought the sounds of children screaming from his living room while he’s trying to get off would be a good thing, but well, he’s not exactly being quiet, and he’s dreading a lull in their shrieks that will inevitably get him caught.

He keeps moving his hips, his hands gripping at every inch of Eddie’s skin, squeezing his hip bones and digging his nails into the exposed skin of his shoulders. They keep the apartment hot just so Steve can see his boyfriend in those slutty tank tops he cuts down to his navel. And yeah, they’ve been playing, but not finishing for a full week is sending Steve teetering towards the edge faster than he expected. When Eddie’s hand flexes around him, he nearly cries, nearly cums on the spot.

But then there’s a knock at the door.

“Steve? Eddie? Are you guys okay in there?”

Will. Shit. Steve comes crashing back down to Earth in an instant. The worry in his voice is clear, and Steve is filled with guilt for worrying the kid today of all days. He reaches down and stills Eddie’s palm, giving it a squeeze in apology before opening the door a crack and leaning out to see the kid… smirking?

“We’re fine. Are you okay?” Steve adjusts himself behind the door and smacks Eddie’s shoulder for laughing silently.

“I’m fine. Eddie told me to check up on you guys when you snuck off. Do you guys… need anything?”

“No,” Steve says, shooting Eddie a glare that would make him drop dead if looks could kill. “No, we don’t need anything. We’ll be out in a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” Will says, slinking away with a look on his face that is far too knowledgeable about their escapades.

Steve closes the door quietly behind him and rounds on Eddie. “You enlisted a CHILD to keep me from coming?”

Eddie shrugs. “Sorry baby, I didn’t know you were going to actually back out. I couldn’t let you lose this early on.”

“You know I hate you, right?”

“Aw, that’s not true. You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“I’m proud of you for telling me what you need, Stevie, and if you really want it we can end this later tonight after everyone leaves.”

There’s no debate, Steve wants it, but competition has pumped through him like ice in his veins since his very first basketball game. And, okay, maybe Eddie had a point about the build up, the anticipation, because so far the play has been like nothing he’s ever experienced before and as much as he’d love to paint Eddie’s chest in thick stripes of warm cum and play with it like a finger painting, he wants to see how this month ends more.

“No! I-I mean, it’s okay. I want to keep going, really.” Steve sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face, and goes into the ensuite to calm himself down. There’s no way he would be able to walk away from Eddie’s evil smirk and he promised the kid they were done.

For now, at least.

@steddievember

#happy stranger things day!! #steddievember #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #18+ minors dni #smut adjacent #until they’re interrupted #recreational drug use