#TWO ANGEL MUSES!! so excited to meet them

[soulprompts]

IDEAS FOR A DATE! ( A PROMPT LIST! )

now before i give this list, i want to address two things: 1) i'm enclosing a list of reasons for people to go on dates, because i want to, and also because there's some very good reasons for dates, and 2) i plan to write another list that's not as modern and contemporary, for my historical and fantastical and science-fictionally minded angels! for now, bon appetit: remember, your muses might be undercover, on a blind date, on a first date, matched online, a platonic date, trying to make other love interests jealous, like there are so many reasons, don't be shy, and DON'T ADD TO THIS LIST.

[ LEARN ]: the sender and receiver attend a class together (e.g. for cooking, baking, dancing, pottery, etc.) for a date.

[ ARCADE ]: the sender and receiver decide to visit an arcade together for a date.

[ DRINK ]: the sender and receiver meet each other at a bar for a date.

[ SANDY ]: the sender and receiver go to the beach together for a date involving strolling, a picnic, swimming and watching the sunset!

[ STRIKE! ]: the sender and receiver meet at a bowling alley for a date to practice their bowling skills.

[ MORNING ]: the sender and receiver decide to meet for a breakfast date rather than a dinner one.

[ FOREST ]: the sender and receiver take a weekend break in the woods, staying in a lovely cabin surrounded by nature.

[ TENT ]: alternatively, instead of finding a cabin to stay in for the night, the sender and receiver pack their tents and head out for a camping trip instead.

[ POPCORN ]: the sender and receiver opt for the classic date option of going to see a movie at the cinema together.

[ CAFÉ ]: going for a more relaxed option, the sender and receiver arrange to meet up for coffee and cake at a local café for a date.

[ MUSIC ]: finding tickets to their favorite band's concert, the sender and receiver head out for the night to listen to them play.

[ BICYCLE ]: the sender and receiver mount their bikes and head off to cycle in the countryside together.

[ DUO ]: the sender and receiver set up the bluetooth speakers and dance together in the peace of their own home to the sounds of their favorite songs.

[ DIY ]: the sender and receiver are about to go out for a date, but instead end up staying at home to complete a DIY project together.

[ ESCAPE ]: the sender and receiver attempt to solve an escape room together for a particularly exciting date.

[ COMMUNITY ]: the sender and receiver visit a local fair, festival, market or parade together for a date.

[ PLUS ONE ]: the sender and receiver put on their glad rags and attend a very fancy and prestigious event together.

[ WINNER ]: the sender and receiver set up a game night (card games, board games, video games, etc.) at home for their date.

[ GELATO ]: the sender and receiver head out to the best ice-cream parlour in town for a cold and sweet date.

[ SPEED ]: the sender and receiver go to a go-karting track for a particularly competitive date.

[ HIKE ]: the sender and receiver lace up their hiking boots and head out to a scenic hiking route together.

[ SADDLE UP ]: the sender and receiver take the reins and head out for a scenic horseback riding session together.

[ UP ]: the sender and receiver take an unforgettable ride in a hot air balloon for a date.

[ SING ]: the sender and receiver find a local karaoke bar and take turns singing solos and duets together.

[ PAGES ]: the sender and receiver find a cozy library-café and spend an enjoyable date reading books and drinking coffee together.

[ CHEF ]: deciding to stay in for the evening, the sender and receiver decide to make dinner together in the comfort of their own home.

[ HOLE IN ONE ]: the sender and receiver find a nearby mini-golf course and decide to play a few holes together.

[ MOVIE ]: the sender and receiver pick a few movies to watch for the evening and curl up on the sofa with some snacks to watch them together.

[ PAST ]: the sender and receiver go to a museum or an art gallery together to see the displays and get to know one another better.

[ CLUB ]: the sender and receiver get dolled up and go to a very popular and newly opened nightclub together.

[ PORTRAIT ]: the sender and receiver get canvases and paints and begin to paint one another at home, leaving plenty of peace and quiet to get to know each other.

[ AIM ]: the sender and receiver get suited up to go for a paintballing session together.

[ OUTSIDE ]: the sender and receiver get their nicest blanket, their favorite refreshments, and head out to a park for a nice relaxing picnic.

[ ITALIANO ]: the sender and receiver attempt to make their own pizzas at home together.

[ DINNER ]: the sender and receiver go to a nice restaurant together for a dinner date.

[ ROAD ]: the sender and the receiver embark on a long but worthwhile road trip together.

[ ROWING ]: the sender and receiver get into a rowboat together and guide the boat down the river.

[ QUICK ]: the sender and receiver meet one another for the first time at a speed dating event.

[ ROLLER ]: the sender and receiver put their roller-blades on and hit the rinks together.

[ RELAX ]: the sender and receiver head out to a luxurious spa resort together for some well-earned rest and massages.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender and receiver transform their home into a makeshift spa and give each other facials and massages for the evening.

[ STARS ]: the sender and receiver stretch out on the rooftop/lawn/back of a truck etc. for a night of star-gazing together.

[ WALK ]: the sender and the receiver go out for a nice, relaxing stroll together to see the sights.

[ POOL ]: the sender and receiver go out to the pool, beach or lake for a swimming session together.

[ SHARE ]: the sender and receiver split the evening in half to teach one another a skill that they're particularly good at (e.g. the sender teaching the receiver how to paint, etc.)

[ QUIZ ]: the sender and receiver go out together and find a local pub that's hosting a table quiz event, which they decide to enter.

[ AWAY ]: the sender and the receiver decide to indulge in a long vacation somewhere that they've both wanted to go for a long time.

[ BREAK ]: in the spirit of compromising, the sender and receiver book a nice quiet weekend break together.

[ SIP ]: the sender and receiver book tickets for a wine tasting event in a local vineyard.

[ SAIL ]: the sender and receiver go out on a yacht for the evening.

#roleplay meme #rp meme #sentence starters #ask meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompt #writing prompts

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Baby It's Hot Inside

Pairing: SteveHarringtonXReader

Summary: You're a TA getting ready to head home for the holidays when your boyfriend surprises you.

18+ Only

You had just finished the last tutoring session before break. Now, you just had to finish grading these tests on 'The Grapes of Wrath' and you would finally be free. You enjoyed your T.A. duties usually but your brain had already checked out for the year. You couldn't wait to get on the road with Steve and head home to see your family. Your parents were ecstatic that you were actually bringing Steve home with you this time. They'd been bugging you about meeting him every chance they got.

You had been dating for two years but the last time you'd been home, four months ago, he hadn't been able to take time off from the architectural firm he worked for. Timing had just always been off but now it was finally all coming together and you were going to get to show off your beautiful man to your family. 

"Focus," you hissed at yourself, bringing your fingertips to your temples and pressing them in gently. Vacation was coming. You just had to keep it together for the next hour and get this done. Steve was picking you up. You guys had packed up last night so you could start the drive as soon as you finished. 

Wandering out of your small office, you went to the staff lounge to pour yourself a cup of coffee. You were going to require some fortification if you were going to do this. Steinbeck might be a classic, but you'd never personally enjoyed that book. It was so depressing, which made sense, since it was about The Great Depression but morose and dismal were not what you wanted during what should be the happiest time of the year. 

Taking a long sip of coffee, you shook your head to clear it and took in a deep breath, resolved in your mission to finish this job. Professor Walsh would never let you continue to be his T.A. next semester if you left things undone. You turned, heading back to your office and jumped, almost spilling your coffee when a hand grabbed your arm.

"Shh, it's only me."

You looked up into the face of your boyfriend and groaned, rolling your eyes. You slapped his chest, "You complete asshole. I almost wore my coffee."

Steve smirked, reaching out and taking your coffee from you. He set it on the desk before stepping into you. Oh shit. You knew that expression. What was he thinking? You couldn't do that here, in this office, with your professor right next door.

"So sorry, angel," he whispered. Reaching one arm behind you, he pushed the door closed and then his hands caged the sides of your head, his body pressing into you, pushing you up against the door. Your breath caught, forgetting all about how very wrong this was because Steve always felt so goddamn right. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to surprise you."

"You did," you said, "but what are you doing? You aren't supposed to pick me up for another hour. I have tests to grade."

"Hmm, yeah," he mused, his finger tracing down the side of your face and along your jaw, his thumb running over your lower lip. "But I missed you and I was thinking, we're about to spend a whole week with your family. Don't get me wrong. I am excited to meet everyone but it's going to be next to impossible to get any alone time with you. I don't think I can go that long."

"Steve, you can't seriously be thinking what I think you're thinking. We can't do that here," you hissed, your body betraying your words even as they left your mouth, your hips shifting to meet his, pressing against him. 

"I'll be really quiet," he promised, bringing his finger to his lips, those hazel eyes sparkling under the dim lights of your office. His head dropped as he took your earlobe between his teeth, nibbling at it gently. Your mouth dropped open, a sigh escaping your lips. Steve took this as an invitation to continue, his mouth tracing along your jawline. When his tongue ran down to the side of your neck, you shuddered, groaning. You slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

"Steve, baby," you whispered, the sound a combination of needy and scolding. Your brain knew this needed to stop but your body was desperate to continue. "We can't. Really. It's only another hour."

"And then it's a week of trying to sneak alone time," he whined, his hand slipping under your shirt. He caressed your breast through your lace bra, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out. "Come on. Isn't it exciting? We've never done it here before. It makes me all hot, thinking about you here, being all sexy teacher."

Steve's lips found yours again, his tongue slipping past your thoughts, the intoxicating taste of him fogging your brain. Your hands tangled in his hair, your lips smashing against his. Your leg lifted, winding around his waist, pulling him into you and he moaned into your mouth. He rolled his hips, grinding his erection against your center. His hand slid under your skirt, gripping the flesh of your thigh. You whimpered, your hands traveling to his back, gripping his shoulder blades, incapable of getting him close enough. 

"Have a great Christmas Harold! I am just going to check on how Y/N's doing with those tests and then I am out of here."

"Shit..." you muttered as your heard Professor Walsh heading down the hallway. Your eyes darted around the office, trying to figure out where to send Steve so he wouldn't be seen. He wasn't supposed to be here. You looked at the desk and pointed, "Under there. Hurry."

Steve ran over to the desk, flashing you a wicked smile before he ducked down and slid underneath it. You raced over, sitting in your chair, having to spread your legs to accommodate Steve being under there. Just as you grabbed your pen and poised yourself over the stack of papers, the door opened and Professor Walsh appeared in the doorway.

"Hey Y/N, how's it going?"

"Almost done," you assured him with a smile. "Maybe another hour and they'll all be done."

You felt fingers dancing up your calves and jumped a bit, working hard to arrange your face in a non suspicious manner. That grew harder as those same hands moved along your thighs, pushing your skirt up, exposing you to Steve under the desk. Son of a bitch. What the hell did he think he was doing?

"Oh great," Professor Walsh smiled. "I don't think you ever told me, what are your holiday plans?"

Just as you opened your mouth to answer, Steve's mouth pressed against your pussy, releasing a warm breath over your panties and you gasped, gripping the pen so tightly you feared it would snap. 

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Uh...yeah," you answered, nodding your head a little too hard. Steve was slipping your panties to the side. His tongue slid along your folds and you shifted slightly, using every ounce of restraint you had. "I'm good." Damn it. That was definitely a squeak. You were squeaking. Professor Walsh was going to know something was up. Steve's tongue flicked over your clit and you slammed your hands on the desk, causing the professor to jump. "So sorry. Just so excited to start my vacation."

"I completely understand. My family is going on a ski holiday and I am really looking forward to two weeks of peace and quiet. My kids and wife ski. I will be sitting inside, by the fire, with a whiskey and a good book."

"Sounds nice," you forced out, nails raking over the wood of the desktop as Steve's tongue circled your clit before flicking quickly up and down, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Shit. You really had to get Professor Walsh out of here. 

"And you?"

"Home...with my family..." you whimpered, your hands moving down to grip the armrests of the chair so tightly you were sure you would break them off. Steve's fingers traced up and down your thighs, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking gently. Then his tongue was circling again and you had to fight your eyes from rolling into your head.

"Wonderful. Well, don't stay too late. If you don't get everything graded, we can always get to it after vacation. Have a Merry Christmas."

"You too," you squeaked, never more relieved in your life than when the door closed. Shoving the chair back, you glared down at Steve. "You absolute asshole. Are you shitting me right now?"

Steve grinned up at you, running his tongue along his lip, chin glistening with your juices. "Are you going to tell me you weren't enjoying yourself?"

"My professor was standing right there," you snapped. 

"So...you don't want me to finish? I know you were close, beautiful," he murmured, walking his fingers up your leg, along your inner thigh, back to where the pressure was pleading to be released. He pressed his lips to your thigh, sliding two fingers inside of you and you finally allowed yourself a soft moan of pleasure, your head falling back against the back of the chair. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare," you growled, rocking your hips in time with his thrusting fingers. 

"That's my naughty girl," he laughed, his tongue rolling around your clit again. You were so fucking close from his previous torture. You had to admit, it was quite a turn on to have him eating you out with your professor right there. The risk of getting caught was quite hot, but you would never admit that to Steve. He didn't need anymore bright ideas. 

"Oh fuck baby," you moaned, his fingers curving inside you to hit all the most delicious places. The knot in your stomach tightened and he sensed it, his tongue picking up the pace, flicking back and forth until you were in an absolute frenzy of rapture. Gripping the back of his head, you held him against you, rocking your hips against his face. Steve moaned against you and that was it. Your eyes rolled up in your head, your muscles going rigid as you clamped your hand over your mouth and muffled the scream.

"Goddamn you..." you huffed, "sometimes you are such a pain in the ass."

"Looked like you were enjoying yourself to me," he laughed, rising to his feet. "Come on. You have to admit, that was pretty damn hot."

"You are pretty damn hot," you replied, standing up and smashing your mouth against his in a frenzy of lips, tongue, and teeth. Steve's hands shot up in surprise and then a low rumble erupted from his chest as his arms crushed you against him. You reached down, undoing his belt buckle and the button on his pants as you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, biting just hard enough to get him to whimper. Sliding his pants just past his hips, you pushed him back on the desk and crawled over top of him. 

"Damn, I am enjoying this naughty side of you, angel," he purred, his hands sliding your skirt up over your thighs again. 

"Consider this your Christmas gift," you teased with a wicked grin as you gripped his cock and lowered yourself onto him. You moaned, enjoying the sensation of him filling every inch of you, stretching you to accommodate his girth. 

"This is the only gift I need," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips as you began to move, lifting and lowering yourself over him. "Fuck, you are so damn gorgeous."

You braced your hands on the desk, placing them on either side of his head, rocking your hips backward and forward. He held onto you, raising his hips to meet yours. Your eyes soaked him in, those delectable pouty lips even more full from your teeth, that jaw line that constantly called out to be kissed, that beautiful hair that was now disheveled, those eyes like two pools of whiskey you wanted to drown in. Those eyes were completely focused on you, watching you ride him. 

His hands slid under your top, massaging your breasts in his hands. Fuck, you loved the feel of those hands. The pads calloused from years of playing sports but it just made every touch even more delicious. Those rough fingertips were brushing along your nipples and your whimpered, rotating your hips in circles. 

"Oh shit!" Steve cried and you slapped your hand over his mouth. You couldn't blame him. You had to be conscious not to do the same thing as this motion was causing that familiar tightening in your stomach again. You placed your hands on his chest, your own chest heaving as you continued to roll your hips. "Oh baby...I'm gonna..."

He grunted, thrusting up into you and your felt his climax as his cock painted your walls with his release. Your nails dug into his flesh as you crested over your own peak, your walls spasming around him, holding him in as you both rode the waves of pleasure.

"Fuck!" Steve groaned and you slapped your hand over his mouth again, giggling. 

He gently removed your hand, pressing his lips against your fingertips. You fell forward, collapsing against him, feeling your body rise with each hard breath he took. His arms wrapped around you and he joined in your laughter. 

"I'm going to visiting you at school a lot more," he said, kissing your forehead.

"You better not," you laughed. "You're going to get me fired, expelled, or arrested."

"Well, where's the fun without a little risk?" Steve challenged, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

"Jesus, what am I going to do with you?"

Steve sat up, bringing you with him, "A hell of a lot more of that."

#steve stranger things #steve x you #steve x reader #king steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #smut #christmas smut #christmas fanfic #steve harrington christmas

[sournatromanoff]

Coming Soon!

Elvis Presley has lost his muse. The only time he can find it is when he’s asleep, dreaming of a girl he believes isn’t real. Until he finds himself stranded in a strange time, in a strange city. He discovers that his dream girl is real, and she needs a muse just as much as he does.

Y/N L/N is the lead singer and front-woman of Kore, a rock band that’s still getting their feet off the ground. The only songs she’s been able to write come from conversations in her dreams with her hero, Elvis Presley. But even those songs are few and far between.

When these two muses meet, they discover just how much they’ve needed each other all along. But despite fate bringing them together, a stronger force may break them apart.

“Angels Like You” is an Elvis time travel AU, and I’m so excited to finally share it with you all.

I am planning on posting every Saturday, starting on 2/10. I hope to see you all there with me! :)

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis fandom #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n

[softguarnere]

Hi! Your writing is amazing! Could you write something Joe Toye x reader or George Luz x reader?

The Rest of the World Falls Away

George Luz x reader

A/N: This is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real veterans! I feel like I don't have as many fics for Luz as I do for Joe, so I decided to go with him. Thanks for the request, Anon, and I hope you like this! 💕🕊️ Warnings: mentions of war

The airfield is buzzing with energy, like a livewire. Uniformed men dart around in every direction, trying to find all their supplies, trying to get in line for a mohawk, trying to get the grease smeared on their face just right. And trying to find their friends to say goodbyes that hopefully won’t be goodbyes – merely see you later-s or good luck-s.

There seems to be an endless list of things to do, and at the same time, nothing you can do but watch and wait. Standing with your fellow nurses off to the side in front of the tents, you observe the scene around you, trying hard not to think about how some of these men that you’ve gotten to know will not be coming back from this jump. Instead, you keep your eyes focused on the sky.

It’s brilliant, as the British men walking around would say. Warm sunlight lights the area, spilling golden paint over the scene, giving it an angelic look. Even the palest and most nervous of the men regain some of their natural color standing in it, coming back to life. Artists will paint this someday, making them all look strong and shining, like paintings of the Greeks and Trojans preparing for war. Hopefully the artists will get the lighting right.

“Everything ready to go?” Sarah, one of the upper echelon of the nurses, asks for the hundredth time, just to give herself and everyone else something to do. When all of you nod in response, she pushes a sigh through her nose. “Well, nothing to do but wait then.”

You wring your hands as you watch the men. Men with whole lives ahead of them. Men with families back home worrying about them. Men with girlfriends . . .

As if on cue, one of the paratroopers approaches then. He strides forward purposefully, and even beneath all the paint on his face and his mused-up hair, you would recognize him anywhere – especially when he gets close enough to flash you a smile.

“Oh!” One of the other nurses pats your shoulder. The gesture says it all: there’s excitement and jealousy that your beau has sought you out before the Big Jump, but also sympathy because of the risk . . .

The rest of the nurses are probably expecting a show. The last thing you want is for these next few minutes to be a spectacle, though, something that they can replay in their minds whenever they need a bit of drama, or something they can claim as their own years down the road when they need a good story to tell. No, this belongs to you. And to George.

And to no one else, you decide as you step forward to meet him. Gently, you ghost your hand over his elbow, steering him away from the gaggle of nurses, back behind the tents, to a more private area. It’s not like you expect something to happen – there’s no time for anything that anyone would love to gossip about – but if you can be selfish this once, claiming a few moments for yourself, then now is the perfect time.

Once the two of you are away from prying eyes, George takes your hands in his. He holds them, and you squeeze his in turn. You stare at your joined hands, neither speaking; there’s too much to be said, with everything that’s about to happen. It is strange, though, to see George at a loss for words. Who would have thought it possible?

Finally, George shakes his head. “Can’t believe it’s finally here. The Big Jump.”

“I can’t believe we’re getting split up,” you say. “Two years. We’ve seen each other almost every day since Toccoa . . .”

A cruel twist of fate, surely. It had been easy to imagine that you would be one of the nurses chosen to travel to France and establish an aid station. But instead, you’ll be here, in England, waiting.

George runs one of his thumbs along the side of your finger. “Gives me all the excuse I need to get the job done and get out of there.”

You’re long past the point of feeling embarrassed whenever you realize how much George likes you, and how much you like him in return. Still, your heart flutters inside your chest like a butterfly beating its wings against a glass jar; it could soar to new heights if you would let it.

Now seems like the perfect time. You hate slipping one of your hands out of George’s, but you use it to reach into the pocket of your apron and take hold of a small piece of paper. Then you press it into George’s free hand.

“Here,” you say, pressing your token of affection into his hand. “To remember me by.”

The picture had come in a letter from home a few weeks before. It’s the small photograph that had been taken on the day of your graduation from high school. A few years old now, it still looks like you, nevertheless.

George smiles down at it. With care, he stows it away in his jacket pocket, right over his heart. He pats it. “That way you can make the jump with me,” he explains.

Before either of you can say another word, that fateful call echoes across the airfield – the men are being told to get ready to board the planes.

No! That can’t be right! There has to be more time. You have so many things to say, you just need a little more time to figure out how to word them –

“Hey.” George takes your chin in his hands, bringing you to focus on him. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” Beneath his face paint, his eyes look determined. Your own feel wide as saucers.

“Okay,” you agree. Not caring about the grease coating his face, you surge forward and kiss him. For just a moment, the rest of the world falls away. Away from prying eyes, you try to convey everything you want to say in this one kiss: how much he means to you, how you hope he’ll make it back . . . With the sudden rush of activity on the airfield, kissing George is like standing, unbothered, in the eye of a hurricane, safe from the storm.

The kiss breaks and the storm sweeps the two of you up in it. You’ve got to go, both of you. There are duties to be performed. Duties that the outcome of history, the fate of the world, depend upon.

“I love you,” you whisper. It’s only the second time you’ve admitted it.

“I love you, too,” he whispers back. “Will you wait for me?”

“Of course.”

He kisses your hand then, like a gentleman in a novel, as he departs. A smile flashes from beneath his face paint, and then he’s walking away, to the rest of his company, to the planes, to his fate. But every few feet, he glances over his shoulder at you.

There’s probably something that you should be doing. But with all the preparation that you and the other nurses took part in this morning, you doubt there’s anything to keep you distracted. Collecting yourself, you break away from your spot and begin walking back to the tent. As you walk, over all the commotion, you hear a familiar voice that hasn’t quite faded into the distance yet yell, “Hi-ho, Silver!” followed by other men laughing, cheering, and returning the call.

You smile despite yourself. If George is still joking, then everything is going to be okay.

#george luz #george luz x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #my writing

[bubuslutty]

Day 2: I 💜 DILFS

All Parts

pairing: angel/demon fem!reader x 141

word count: 2.2k

tags: semi-canon compliant, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as 'Angel', 3rd person pov, minimal description of appearance, proofread by me so sorry for any mistakes

warning: none

summary: This is day 2 of meeting 141 and Angel starts her assignment, officially.

a/n: can u tell im British when reading? sometimes I accidentally spell words in the American way cuz English is my third language but I swear I live in the UK 😀

It was Saturday, and Angel didn't have to be anywhere. After getting settled in her new home, she woke up excited to start her assignment officially. She stared at her huge wardrobe and at the ridiculous amount of accessories. Hands on her naked hips and hair sticking to her face and neck, she was humming while her cat, Kuromi, was making biscuits on the unmade bed.

“What should I wear today?” She mused out loud, the sunlight coming from her bedroom window warming her semi-wet skin pleasantly. She grabbed a very short jean skirt and held it in front of Kuromi, “What about this?” She asked, laughing.

“You’re right, this is not very grocery shopping friendly.” She nodded, putting the skirt away and grabbed a pair of baggy jeans, underwear and stopped herself before reaching for a bra. Her eyes landed on a cropped t-shirt that fit her like a glove. She grinned while holding the garment in front of her, “Oh, yeah, I’m wearing you today, and no bra.”

Angel giggled, while Kuromi was busy playing with a loose thread she found on the floor.

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“Alright, lads, who wants to go to Tesco with me?” Price asked while wearing his wristwatch, already dressed to go out.

“Me!” Gaz exclaimed, looking up from his phone on the couch and running upstairs to get his hoodie and a jacket.

“Ghost, are you going?” Soap asked the man, who was watching a random show on the TV.

“No, are you?” Ghost said, looking over at the man.

“Yeah, I want some snacks. They provided us with old people food before sending us here, no offence, Captain, I want some chocolate and biscuits.” Soap complained, slipping on his jacket, making Ghost chuckle.

“Fuck off, Johnny.” Price said, without looking up from checking his wallet.

“D’you need anything, Simon?” Gaz asked when he walked back down, fixing his hood over his head and checking he had his phone on him.

“No, thanks, Gaz.” Ghost shook his head and shifted his attention back to the TV.

“Alright, if you need anything, call us. Let’s go.” Price said to Ghost who hummed in acknowledgement and the three walked out of the house, closing the door behind them.

“I call dibs on the passenger seat!” Soap quickly said, making Gaz laugh, the two walked towards the car in their driveway before Price’s voice made them look back.

“You’re alright, there?”

Price was standing with the car keys in his hands, looking at his very attractive neighbour, who was frowning down at her phone, standing in front of her door dressed so much more casually than the first time they met.

When Angel heard him, she lifted her head and immediately smiled, “Oh, hi! I’m just trying to get myself an Uber but the app’s acting up.”

“Where are you going? Maybe we can drop you off if it’s on our way...” Price suggested, and completely missed how both Gaz and Soap glanced at each other, smirking.

“Aw, that’s so sweet. But I’m just going to Tesco’s, I need to buy a few things so don’t bother yourself with that, I can try again on the app.” Angel said, sheepishly laughing.

“Oh, we’re going there too!” Soap loudly said, making Gaz grin when Price took a deep breath.

“Yeah, we also need to buy a few things, come with us!” Gaz said, grinning and looking at his Captain then his hot neighbour.

“That would be amazing! if you don’t mind of course.” Angel said, looking at Price and his eyes widened, "Why would I mind? Come on, get in."

When Price unlocked the car, Soap opened the passenger's seat door wide and spread one of his arms, "Please, allow me." He said in an overly posh accent which made Angel laugh.

"Thank you, Johnny." She smiled and got in, buckling herself in.

When everyone buckled in, Price started the car and drove out of the driveway. "Which Tesco's are we going to, by the way?"

"We're going to take the M25 and go to the one outside the area. Is that alright?" Price said, stealing a quick glance at the woman seated next to him.

"Wait, isn't that far? Aren't we in inner London?" Angel frowned, confused.

"No, love. We live in the outer circles, it's only going to take us 20 minutes to get there if there's no traffic." Price said.

"Sorry, first time living here." Angel apologised, feeling sheepish.

"It's alright, you don't have to apologise." Price said, making her smile.

"Sorry to interrupt, but am I dreaming or does your t-shirt say 'I heart DILFS'?" Soap asked, leaning forward from his seat at the back.

Both Gaz and Price seemed to be taken back by the question and also very surprised. Angel glanced down at her t-shirt and smirked, "Yeah, it does."

Right as the words left her mouth, Gaz started laughing and Soap had a stupid grin on his face. "That's an interesting choice of clothing, don't ya think?"

"I bought it as a joke.." Angel said, glancing at Price.

"But do you actually love dilfs? That's the most important question, don't ya think so, Captain?" Soap asked, radiating mirth and mischief.

Price glanced at the rear-view mirror and glared at Soap, who didn't seem to be intimated one bit.

"I don't know, maybe?" Angel shrugged while wearing a grin.

Then Angel felt a little evil all of a sudden, and cleared her throat, "Do you know what a dilf is, John?"

In reality, she wore that t-shirt because it reminded her of John. She knows he doesn't have children, he's not even married, never was for that matter. But in the mortal realm, young humans are fascinating on the Internet. Angel when she's bored, she opens up her laptop and accesses the servers on the planet, and sees what they're up to.

Imagine her surprise when she witnessed young mortals calling older celebrities, both men and women, dilfs and milfs just because they were older and attractive. They often claim the label doesn't necessarily mean the said person is a father or mother. Most of the time, it's just pure vibes, and it's honestly just for shits and giggles.

She bought the t-shirt a while back, before even getting her task force 141 wish assignment, and was surprised to find that John Price, could be in fact, considered a dilf.

John isn't even old, he's 37 and would look so much younger than he actually was if he didn't go through so much stress and difficult work for so many years. Either way, Angel isn't even bothered by his age because at the end of the day, she was older than all of the men, ages combined. But obviously didn't look like it, due to her immortal nature. Her files say she's 25 this time, so there's that.

"How can I not? You learn all sorts of new things when you're around someone like Johnny." He said and heard Soap gasp at the back, offended and demanding what did that mean.

Angel grinned at that and remembered to ask them something. "I have a question; Why did Johnny call you captain?"

"We work together." Price answered while Gaz and Soap were watching them in silence.

"Can I guess what work you do?" Angel grinned. She already knew their occupation, but she had to ask, had to play her cards right, use everything to get closer to them and build a mutual trust between them.

"Alright, guess." Price shrugged.

"Okay, uhm, are you….. Rugby players?!"

All three men seemed surprised at her guess, "Rugby players? Haven't heard that one before." Gaz said.

"I mean Rugby teams have a captain, right?" Angel mused.

"Aye, they do." Soap confirmed.

"And you're all very big and strong, so it's very likely you're part of a rugby team." Angel said proudly, with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Ah, makes sense." Gaz nodded, grinning. He imagined his team and himself in the field, wearing tight jerseys and shorts, knees muddy and sweating. It would be fun, playing all together in the base against the rookies to encourage teamwork and healthy competitiveness.

"We'd make a killer team, no?" Soap looked at Gaz who nodded.

"We're not a Rugby team." Price chuckled, making Angel's smile drop.

"You're not? What a shame. Well, I only had two guesses, so that only leaves me with one." Angel pouted.

"What is it?" Gaz asked, looking at her cute frown and shiny pink lips.

"Pirates.." She mumbled, glancing at Price who started laughing.

"Pirates? Why?" Soap laughed.

"First of all, you call him captain, and your said captain has a beautiful beard, not to be stereotypical or anything.." Angel explained making Gaz grin.

"My beard?" Price said, running a hand through it.

"You laughed, so I'm going to assume I was wrong." She said, acting slightly frustrated at guessing wrong.

"You do have a beautiful beard, Captain." Soap smirked, reaching at the front to squeeze the man's shoulder.

"If you said, marines, you would still be wrong but still close." Gaz said, making her eyes widen.

"Really?"

"We're in the army, special forces." Price finally said, glancing at the civilian woman next to him.

"Okay, yeah, my guesses were very wrong." Angel blushed, embarrassed.

Now that they revealed their occupation by themselves, she can get to reveal her occupation and make them share their nicknames. She knows that they're only living next to her for work, for random short breaks, away from their families. And she knows they would prefer for her to use their field names, to protect their privacy but also her, as a civilian, to some extent. The only reason they haven't given them to her yet is to not weird her out. But they'll get to it, Angel will make sure of it.

"Are all of you special forces? Even Simon? Speaking of which, is he alright?" Angel asked and watched them tense up a bit and internally smirked, they're protective.

"What do you mean is he alright?" Soap asked, raising a brow. He thinks she's talking about his mask, maybe thinks she sees Simon as weird. Even though that's ridiculous, he was wearing a surgical mask when she first saw him, and normal people would probably assume he had a cold and didn't want to pass it on. But she knows Ghost's team is used to him wearing his skull mask more often than not, and probably forgot he wasn't wearing one that day.

How adorable are they?

"All of you are out except him." Angel said, voice brimming with innocence and genuine concern.

She noticed how the tension left their bodies and looked at Price for explanation.

"He's alright, just wanted to rest at home. And to answer your question, yes we're all in special forces, we're just here for work." Price said, making her nod.

"What do you do for a living?" Gaz asked, changing the subject.

"I'm a sex therapist and PhD student." She said.

"That's amazing! What's your field of research?" Price asked, glancing at her and back at the road.

"Psychology." Angel revealed, smiling proudly.

The funny thing about realising wishes, is that lying becomes so easy. You get given a scenario to follow, a character to study and become. And then manage to slowly become that character to the point where your reactions are genuine while your mind is fully aware that you're not who you say you are. It's an act, and a really good one at that.

You're even incapable of feeling guilty over lying to humans. Because Wish angels are gifted with powers that allow them to achieve almost anything and everything. I lied about knowing the Royal family? The Wish Office will temporarily tamper with history, memory and fate and manage to make you exist in the mind of the royals, as if they always knew you. It's an incredible power, completely able to create and destroy anything and everything.

But luckily, Wish angels have no interest to mess up with the humans beyond realising their wishes. They can tamper with time and memory, but after their assignment is completed, everything will return to normal, with the exception of the realised wish.

And so far, Angel hasn't felt the need to use any of her powers on the men. And she doesn't think she will any time soon.

"That's very impressive, the dedication you have is admirable." Gaz said and Johnny agreed, nodding.

Angel flushed at the compliment, "I'm just trying my best, but thank you either way."

The car was enveloped in comfortable silence, the big superstore now in view when Soap spoke.

"Why do you prefer Angel instead of Angela?"

Angel smiled, "There was a girl who had the same name as me back in primary school, and since then, I was always called Angel to differentiate us. It feels natural to be called Angel, instead of Angela. That's what I prefer at least."

"Well, in that case call me Soap." Johnny said, grinning.

"Soap.. It's nice, you have to tell me the story behind it one day." She smiled.

"Maybe." Soap winked.

"Call me Gaz instead of Kyle, please." Gaz added.

"Of course, Gaz is a pretty name." Angel turned to look at the man who flushed.

"What about you, Captain?" Angel turned to Price as he parked the car in the huge parking lot in front of Tesco.

"You can just call me John." He said, smiling at her.

"And Simon?"

"Simon will tell you his own nickname."

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#red is the og. the VIP#one of the safest people I've ever met#spectacular writing and I've the privilege of being able to see the incredible progression#from the day we met to present day.#it's a while! and writing like hers is unforgettable. her Lilith and Niffty are delights#and she's taken what I liked about those two and intensified my love for them#only red can pile on reasons for me to love characters especially ones she takes on#an excitable writer and one of the best people u can meet. even if we're in hell.#and her improv???? I know I can count on her to roll with the punches. -- @jizzlords

#ive known red for some time even WAAAY before HH and they’re a wonderful person#great to communicate with and very loving and kind and open minded#wonderful writer to boot on top of all of that -- @therealricksanchezpleasestandup

i just signed on to the sweetest tags from some of the oldest mutuals i've had across my accounts. what the hell, yall. my darlings..

@jizzlords is wearing ozzie's skin. I mean that in the most complimentary way ever, because hel just pulls that man off with such ease it's like they're sharing the same body and he's just conducting the keyboard, taking down his autobiography online. the voice is crystal clear, you can hear iglehart in everything hel writes - down to the laughter.

hel loves this man and it is clear to see. the love for that muse is in there and the justice is being delivered right to the key. absolutely astounding portrayal, and hel even dives into ozzie being a fallen angel, and still having trauma from all that mess. hel gives him flaws, gives him green flags, brings him to life and makes him the icon of desire that he needs to be. I'm not surprised, though - hel's always knocked it clean out of the park when it comes to glamorous and iconic characters, bc hel is iconic. and just all-together so much fun to hang out with.

also, pssst: hel's writing is absolutely flipping beautiful. I've been lucky to be traveling alongside him for a long time now and watch it bounce from the characters he loves so dearly to the next. he's just gotten better, and he was already great.

@therealricksanchezpleasestandup is rick sanchez. I am not kidding lmao. you go onto that blog and it reads like rick. I've been a mutual of steffu's for.. god, a good few years, now? not even including the time on this account? and I have just watched her kick absolute ASS with this man. it's just like asmodeus and hel, it's another case of 'I think that man just lives in your skin and you're writing everything he tells you to', because damn. excellent portrayal, excellent handling, excellent managing of this man and his emotions, and just how messed up he is.

yeah, rick is a mess and steffu knows exactly how to write that while also making it so abundantly clear why and how it is that he has so many amicable relationships all over the multiverse. man knows how to juggle his personality traits and get those connections, find companionship in others that his family doesn't quite get to see that often - outside of morty. I always thought that was a pretty damn cool thing for her to cover.

because he's a universe jumper, it makes all the sense in the world that he has connects to others down here in hell. easy character to plug in with if you like rick and morty and want a rick to interact with. steffu has the man on lock, I am telling you.

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Roger, Roger

When one of the females gets too clingy and can't take a hint, Coco calls in backup.

Words: 3.2K Author's Note: Surprise! No one really wanted to read this one, so I figured I’d just get it out of the way.

I'm not sure where Coco grew up, so I'm just gonna say he grew up in Las Vegas. Trigger warning for violence? I don't know. I can't write fight scenes, but I tried.

Coco sits at a table, picking at the label on his beer bottle as Mya drones on and on next to him. She'd been new to the clubhouse, bright-eyed and eager to please any man in a kutte, and he'd made the unfortunate mistake of sleeping with her a little over a week ago. Most women knew the drill, never seeking out a second encounter unless the Mayan sought her out, but not Mya.

Apparently, she couldn't take a hint like everyone else.

"So, I was thinking that if the boys don't need you tomorrow night, you can take me on a date," Mya says. Her hand lands on his thigh under the table, sliding upward. "You know how much I wanna climb onto the back of your bike."

Coco reaches under the table, grasping her hand. "No," he says as he shoves her hand away.

"Coco!" Mya stands, stomping her foot in a huff. "We've been dating-"

"We're not fuckin' dating!"

She gasps at his explosive response, completely oblivious to those in the clubhouse who've stopped what they were doing in order to pay attention to them. Her expression morphs from one of shock to utter rage within seconds and she grabs up her glass of beer, tossing the liquid into his face. "You need to get your priorities straight, Coco! I'll see you tomorrow and your attitude better be well adjusted or this-" she practically screams at him, gesturing wildly between the two of them, "is over!"

As she stomps off, Coco angrily swipes the beer off his face and slicks back his hair. Laughter erupts behind him as hands clamp down on his shoulders and he rolls his eyes as Angel steps aside to pull out the chair next to him. "Fuck off, Angel."

"Bro, what the fuck?" He continues to laugh as Bishop takes a seat across the table from them, shaking his head in amusement. "I thought you had that shit handled?"

"Pendeja doesn't know how to take a hint." Coco takes a sip of his beer, letting his anger fester. "I was moments away from clockin' her."

"We don't hit women," Bishop reminds him.

"I think we can make an exception just this once."

Angel laughs at how worked up his brother is.

"No." Bishop's answer is final. "If you want her truly gone, get one of the other females to take care of it."

"And risk them getting infatuated with our little Coco," Angel muses. "He'll be starting from square one all over again, Bish."

Coco remains silent, pondering his next course of action. "What if I get an outsider to do it?"

"Female?" Bishop wonders.

"Yeah." Coco sips his beer. "Got a friend in Vegas. She's kind of protective, but won't start shit unless she knows I can't handle it myself."

"You tapped that?" Angel asks, but his brother merely scoffs, shaking his head. He grins as he tries to ruffle Coco's hair. "I didn't know Coco Puff needed a bodyguard."

"Fuck off, man. She grew up in the system. Had a tough childhood, so we bonded over dumb shit before I split for the Marines. She's basically my sister."

"A sister we never met?" Bishop arches an eyebrow at him.

"She's got her own shit going on." Coco shrugs. "She knows about the club, but never really had time to make the drive down here."

"Call her. I need to meet this girl," Angel says. "Party's tomorrow so we know Mya's gonna be in top form."

Coco looks at Bishop and his president shrugs. "Handle your shit without laying hands on a woman. Call your girl in if you have to."

Finishing off his beer, Coco sets the empty bottle aside before bringing out his phone. He taps away at his screen before finding what he wants, and then puts his phone on speaker before setting it down on the table. It rings and rings, and then.."

"Johnny!"

He grins at her excited greeting. "Hey, 'mana, you busy?"

"For you? Never. What's up?"

"There's a female here at the club who can't comprehend I ain't interested. I wanna lay hands on her, but-"

"Let me guess, el presidente said no?"

"Bish said no," he chuckles.

"So what do you need from me? Want me to dig up some dirt? Slash some tires? Pour sugar into her gas tank?"

"Jesus Christ," Angel murmurs, stifling his laughter.

"I need you to be at the party and throw hands if it comes down to it."

"Oohh. Tempting."

"Free drinks all night."

"Even more tempting."

Coco sighs. "I'll throw in a slice of cheesecake."

"Make it a whole strawberry cheesecake and I'll pack a bag and start driving right now."

"Fine, fatass. Just get here in time for the party."

"Don't fat shame me, 'mano, or I'll tell your stage five clinger that you're just playing hard to get and leave you to defend yourself."

"Puta."

"You know it. Love 'ya, Cruz. I'll be there tomorrow to collect that cheesecake."

When you pull up to the Romero Brothers Scrap and Salvage yard, a man stops you at the gate and then directs you where to park when you mention you're looking for Johnny Cruz- or Coco as they know him.

The clubhouse where the Mayans congregate looks exactly like Johnny explained to you once upon a time. There is a row of motorcycles parked nearby, but you make sure to park away from them to lessen the chance of accidentally knocking one over. It's happened before, thankfully not to an MC member, and the rider was pretty pissed. You can only imagine how an actual MC member would react to their precious bike taking a tumble.

As you exit your vehicle and stretch your limbs, the clubhouse door opens and out step several men and what appears to be a teenager. Coco appears at the back of the crowd and hops down the steps, intent on meeting you halfway. He smirks as he nears and you can't help but laugh as you throw your arms wide and embrace your childhood friend.

"Holy shit, Cruz! It's been a minute." As you pull back from the hug, your hands reach up to grasp at his hair as you look him up and down. "See, I told you you'd look hot with long hair."

He laughs as he steps back. "Still blunt as ever, I see."

"Always." Your eyes dart to the men and the girl now waiting at the bottom of the steps to the clubhouse. "Now introduce me to your brothers. If you had told me they were this hot, I'd have come a lot sooner."

"Please don't bang my brothers."

"I won't." You laugh. "But I will ogle because holy shit."

"Yeah, yeah. Come on." Coco leads you to his brothers and introduces the ones who'd come out- Bishop, Angel, Creeper, and EZ. Then he walks over to the teenager who doesn't know what to make of you and slings an arm around her shoulders, tucking her close to his side. "And this little ball of attitude of Letty. My daughter."

It takes a moment for his words to sink in and when they do, your eyes widen. "Daughter?" Your gaze darts between the two of them in surprise and you finally see her facade crack as she slowly grins. "Holy shit! You had a mini you?!" You reach forward then, grabbing the girl and tugging her closer to you before forcing her into a hug. As you hold her with one arm, you point threateningly at the men. "I only had mini-Cruz for a hot minute, but I will protect her with my life." The girl laughs against you and then you pull back a bit, looking her in the eye. "If anyone tries to fuck with you, they gotta go through your new tia YN."

"Sure thing, tia."

"Aw. You're definitely a Cruz. I'd know that attitude anywhere."

"Alright," Coco sighs. "Can we go inside now? You need to rest up before Mya gets here and tries your patience."

"Uh huh. And do you have the payment?"

"EZ's got the cheesecake in the cooler."

"Awesome. Let's get inside then. I need to collect myself before I gotta put the sucia in her place."

You release Letty to go back to your vehicle, grabbing your bag from the backseat before heading into the clubhouse alongside Coco. The inside is not as big as you were expecting, but it's the perfect place to hang out for select individuals. The ones you previously had been introduced to go their separate ways as Coco introduces you to a few new individuals. Then when they all know who you are and what you mean to Coco, you're led to a back room where you can rest before you have to freshen up for the party.

. .

. .

Later on, when the sun's gone down and the clubhouse becomes even more livelier, you jump in the shower. You dress in a rock band tee that's one size too small, its sleeves and about four inches of the bottom half of the shirt missing. You pull on a pair of jean shorts and a pair of very worn in Doc Martens, and then tie your hair up in a ponytail to keep your hair out of your eyes.

A knock on the door sounds just as you reach for the doorknob, and you open up with a smile. Letty's on the other side, grinning as she holds a plate of cheesecake. "Coco said to bring this in hopes of bribing you out of the room."

"I was already on my way, but thanks." You take the plate of cheesecake from her, grabbing the fork and taking a bite of the cream cheesy goodness. "Mmm. God, I love this stuff."

"I can see that." Letty gestures towards the hallway behind her. "Mya will be here soon. I never liked her. She didn't seem too impressed when she found out Coco had a daughter."

"Well now I dislike her even more," you muse. "Lead the way, favorite niece o'mine."

Letty smiles as she does as she's told. You follow her, finishing off your slice of cheesecake in record time and hand the plate off to some female behind the bar who seems to have just swapped duties with EZ for the rest of the night.

The table Letty leads you to is already occupied by Angel, Coco and Creeper. EZ brings a round of beers for everyone, except for Letty, and takes a seat with all of you.

"So how is it that a girl like you calls Coco her best friend?" Angel wonders.

"What do you mean by a girl like me?"

"Look at you, you're hot!" He exclaims. EZ snorts as Coco and Creeper shake their heads in amusement at their brother. "You could pass for a hookup, but a best friend? Nah, I don't see it."

"Well, see it." You chuckle. "Coco and I have been friends for as long as I can remember."

Creeper glances between you and Coco. "The two of you had to have hooked up in the past."

"Why are you guys so adamant that we hooked up?"

"You guys don't know YN like I do," Coco says as he takes a drink of his beer. "She was really crazy back then. I am man enough to admit that I wouldn't have been able to handle her as a hookup when we were younger."

"Aw. That was the sweetest thing you ever said about me," you coo, "but I was not crazy."

"Yeah, you were, mujer. Do you or do you not remember when I had to rush to the club and pick your ass up before the cops showed because you stabbed a guy?"

Your mouth instantly falls open to defend yourself, but you end up shrugging. "That guy should have walked away when he had the chance."

"You didn't have to stab him," Coco muses.

"You weren't there. You didn't hear what he said to me!"

"What- what did he say?" Angel asks, eyes sparkling in amusement already.

"What are you gonna do? Stab me?"

EZ is the first to laugh, the rest of the men following behind him. Letty is the only one who shrugs. "Yeah, that's fair."

"See!" You point at Letty. "She gets it."

"That's because she's exactly like you were when we were teens."

"And that's why you're now my favorite Cruz," you say, slinging an arm around her shoulders and holding her close.

Angel watches the two of you, eyes narrowing slightly. "You two aren't allowed to be alone together. Ever."

You and Letty simultaneously smirk as the men shiver, and then Coco decides to divulge more of your past. You throw in your own two cents here and there, so they don't think you were the only out of control teenager. Coco had his moments too, but most of the time it was him pulling you out of some dumb situation you put yourself in.

You're barely on your second beer, having relaxed and forgetting all about why you're really there, when EZ's lips quirk into a grin. "Trouble just walked through the door."

Coco tenses in his seat and you eagerly glance around to see who it is that's causing your friend so much trouble. The girl that's standing closest to the door and looking around for someone is obviously beautiful, and you can see why Coco went for her. But the sequined mini dress and the too tall stilettos have no place in a biker clubhouse, and the moment her eyes land on Coco, you know the night just took a turn for the interesting.

"Oohh. She's pretty," you muse. "You need to work on that radar though, Cruz, because I can smell the psycho all the way from over here. I don't know how you missed it."

"He was too worried about getting laid to see it," Angel mutters.

You can only smile, keeping an eye on the woman apparently named Mya as she makes a beeline for the table you're sitting at. Creeper and Letty are the only two capable of keeping their expressions schooled whereas Angel and EZ are already grinning. Coco heaves a long-suffering sigh and you can't help but snicker as he kicks you under the table.

"Hey, baby," Mya coos, her hand landing on his shoulder before sliding down and across his chest as if claiming him in front of everyone. "Are you in a better mood tonight?"

Coco shrugs her off, staring up and glowering at her. "What the hell are you doing?"

"W-What?" She tenses. Her eyes subtly widen before she pouts. "I just thought we could have some fun tonight since you boys don't seem too busy."

"Well you thought wrong, mujer. Now get the hell out of here."

You're watching the girl as her expression flickers from hurt to anger and you subtly scoot your chair back. You catch Letty and EZ's eye on either side of you, motioning for them to do the same because one wrong move on Mya's part and you were throwing yourself across the table.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Her voice rises and you clench your jaw when you notice those closest to your group start paying immediate attention. One hand goes to her hip, but the other she uses her pointer finger to press against Coco's temple and shove his head to the side. "You can't just fuck me and toss me out like last night's garbage."

The amusement instantly drains from your expression. "Watch it, niñita," you call out, relaxed in your seat but ready to fly off the handle if necessary. "Coco might not lay hands on you, but I sure as hell will."

Mya scoffs when she looks at you. "You're not gonna do shit, new girl. Coco's my man and I'll treat him how I want, when I want."

"The fuck you will!" Letty practically shouts, leaning forward in her seat. You catch her by the shoulder though, pulling her back into her seat. She glances at you; furious you would keep her from defending her father.

Mya's gaze darts between you and Letty, and smirks when you turn your attention back to her. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

She goes to shove Coco again and between one blink and the next, you're launching yourself across the table. Angel, Creeper and Coco shove their chairs back with a shout, and you manage to grasp the neckline of Mya's dress in hand before reeling back with your dominant hand and delivering punch after punch.

She shrieks, attempting to cover her face with one arm and swatting out with her other. Her nails manage to catch your shoulder and neck as she stumbles back and forth in her ridiculous heels, and you take the both of you down when someone shoves you hard in the back. You hear the men shout, but your attention is solely focused on Mya as she shouts and squirms beneath you.

You hit her twice more when someone grabs you by the ponytail, yanking you backwards. You yell out as you scramble backwards, only to have the body at your back suddenly yanked away. When you whirl around, your mouth drops open at the sight of the president of the Mayans standing over some guy on the ground and holding his jaw.

"Get your puta and get the fuck outta my club," Bishop says. "Number one rule is we do not lay hands on a woman."

"But this bitch-"

"Who are you calling a bitch, pinche pendejo?" You stalk up to him, kicking him across the face. You don't knock him out, which is a pity, but you do see his mouth fill with blood. You sneer down at him before marching your way back towards Mya, sneering at her as she scrambles back. "And you!" You grab her by the arm and drag her towards the clubhouse doors. "Consent works both ways. Now get the fuck outta here. I don't want to see your face around here again."

"But you're not even-"

"I said get out!" You shove her towards the door, taking too much delight in the way she trips over her own two feet.

As you watch her and the man who had dared grab you collect themselves and walk out, you keep an eye on them while redoing your own hair. Then when you turn around, you roll your eyes with a laugh as Coco, Angel, EZ, Creeper, Letty, Bishop and several other men applaud you. The other women are looking at you with respect in their gazes and you smile at them, showing them that you're not a total bitch.

"Yeah, yeah. Show's over."

"And that, hermanos, is the girl I grew up with. Only she was a lot more volatile back then," Coco says as you near.

"Whatever. She got off easy. Both of them you did," you grumble.

Angel laughs. "We thought Bishop was going to blow a gasket. The second that puto grabbed you, every man in here lurched forward. Bishop just beat us to the punch."

"Well, I feel honored," you muse. You head back over to the table, laughing as EZ picks up your turned over chair. "Now can someone grab me an ice pack? My hand's starting to hurt."

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[tvintedspvrkmoved]

hahahah i'm losing my mind ??????

so two very cool things are true right now which are :

- in twelve days my best girl will have existed in some form for an entire year - i'm about to be able to say there are officially HUNDREDS of you here ???? like as in the plural form ??????

neither of these things make any sense to me , but since both are true i figured it would be a good time to do what i guess is a little follow forever type thing. SO. here are some of the people who have helped emma grow and develop and also helped me grow and develop as a person and as a writer 🤍

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@dalphahale : honestly a day one bc i didn't really do very much with emma until around march i think and that's around when we started writing if i'm not mistaken ?? one of the best / most show accurate dereks i've ever come across and one of the best people too !!!! you're an incredible writer and honestly a saint in human form for putting up with me ooc lmao it's an honor to bless your dms every day with the most random and chaotic messages and thoughts and only be a LITTLE bit judged for it 😂 derek and emma are one of the most adorable ships i've ever seen and derek and allison are iconic as well i just think you're the bee's knees okay you're stuck with some form of my chaos indefinitely i fear 🤷‍♀️

@stanfordprepped : jared. JARED. another og and one of my best friends in the rpc. samemma is so unbelievably iconic and i'm so amazed and proud of everything that's come from them and from us writing together and from you in general i'm SO excited about charlotte's development and about samlena and about just all of our dynamics ahhhhh you are so unbelievably strong and talented and you deserve every good thing in the entire world bc the love and respect that you hold for others even on your worst days is so admirable i can't even fathom it sometimes.

@multi-royalty : MADDIE MY BELOVED i ????? owe so much of everything i've accomplished this year to you 😭🙏 you not only pulled me back when i was debating whether or not to even continue writing , but helped to develop some of my most cherished muses and threads and plots and headcanons. you're the sweetest little bean in the entire world and i can't even begin to thank you for everything you've done for and with me and the light that you bring to this community even when you can't see it 🤍

@guiltye : bitch i'll yell FOREVER at and about you are you kidding ????? your writing gives me literal chills and the plots that we have are some of the deepest most complex and incredible dynamics i've ever been a part of. you've been through so much this year and kicked ass until you got to the other side and still managed to help ME through so much too and i'm sure so many others and i just adore you okay i live for all lilly content but especially your ooc posts bc i just think your brain is so neat and i love getting to glimpse into it sometimes you're just incredible 🥹🤍 ps thank u for letting me yell about noah kahan without abandon and getting in ur feelings about him with me lol

@boundforhale // @stilesstylelinski : obviously i had to put y'all together you can't split up the gremlins okay. i love you both so much and i actually can't even begin to describe how much you guys have helped me this year both to be a better writer and to get through so many rough patches irl. i'm still not entirely convinced that australia is real but if it DOES exist i will not rest until i can fly there and we can all meet at a central location and proceed to just implode the whole universe with the sheer chaos and buffoonery. y'all are actually family at this point i don't know what i would do without you fr

@carp3diems : LISTEN HERE BITCH bff bestie angel i love you to pieces and if you ever leave me again i'll riot !!!! you're genuinely one of the coolest people i've ever met and i love all of our dynamics so damn much but what we've created with colbemma is just so insane and incredible and i know i just screamed about this in the dms but i genuinely cannot believe they started out hating each other lmao they're truly iconic and i can't wait to see how they continue to grow and thrive and also how YOU continue to grow and thrive

@redhoodiskra : A. you are an actual ray of sunshine and so incredibly talented and WAY TOO HARD ON YOURSELF and completely amazing and fantastic and i just love you a lot !!!! stiles and emma and the little family they've created make my heart so happy and so do all of our other dynamics !!!! we haven't written much on @westwingsolo yet and we absolutely should change that bc i'm in awe of you and your writing and the creativity you bring to your muses they're both so special and you can 100% see the love you've put into both.

i wish i could write everyone a little message but here are some more lovelies that you should absolutely go follow !!!! a lot of them have other pages with more incredible muses as well 🤍

@fuckmeupindie , @hellgiven , @gunchamber , @ofcrxwns , @escapedfromthevoiid , @ruinedmyself , @goldenboybarracuda , @delicatestm , @sarcasticsnackpack , @fidelissimi , @ofblackskies , @ratkiing , @snnydcys , @flamefallen , @impurc , @clockturned , @r4chelamber , @unbearablyindifferent , @mystictragedies , @conradfish3r , @jimh9334 , @jchnwinchester , @qapsiel , @thornstocutyouwith , @unitcd , @surgcns , @localsalt , @mecwmellc

#[ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 . // 𝘰𝘰𝘤 ] #{ if ur not on here and we've written or interacted ooc or on the dash more than a few times im APOLOGIZING PROFUSELY } #{ i love every interaction i just have a little peanut brain and the memory of a goldfish }

[sebsxphia]

Hi I love your work! You write them so well that I wish I could be in the story. Could you write something cute and fluffy for Phoenix? Its really hard to find good fluff for female characters compared to male characters.

lipstick.

natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader.

￫ description: natasha fixes up your make-up one evening but you have other ideas.

￫ c/w: kissing, fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i haven’t actually written any full fics for natasha, so i couldn’t say no to this idea dear anon! @lilacfairy-13 thank you so much for being my beautiful muse for this piece. this is part of seb’s soft sunday. find the other fics here! 💌

“Stay still!” Natasha ordered once more with a laugh following after her firm tone. Her thighs were planted firmly over your torso, keeping you pinned down to your mattress underneath. She was leaning down to meet your face with her makeup brush.

Being a pilot meant she had a steady hand as she was trained to keep the aircraft level, however she could not keep a steady hand as you giggled and fidgeted underneath her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stop it now.” You took a deep breath to compose yourself through your nose and steadied your face, tucking your lips together to hold yourself from bursting into another fit of laughter.

You closed your eyes again and her brush glided over your right eyelid with ease and composure. She leant back and cocked her head once to the left and then once to the right to admire her work. She nodded in agreement with herself and dipped the brush back into the pallet to add another stroke of colour and blend them together.

“Mm, I feel like your canvas right now.”

“That’s because you’re a work of art in my eyes, angel.”

Your eyes fluttered shut again as Natasha leaned back down to add the new colour to the edge of your eyelid. Even though your eyes were closed, you knew Natasha was wearing a love sick smile right now at her romantic one liner.

“You excited for tonight?” Her voice was quiet again as she was close to your face, her eyes trained cautiously on her movement. You could feel her warmth fan over your cheek and they instinctively turned a rosy red underneath her. ‘No need for blush’, you thought.

“Yeah, I am. I’m just still so nervous, what if they don’t like me Tash?”

“I like you.”

“Yeah but, these are your squad friends. You literally perform life or death missions with them, they’re basically family. What if they don’t like me?”

Natasha pulls away from your statement. She can sense the worry in your wavering voice and your eyes opened to catch hers.

You weren’t exactly wrong. The Dagger squad were Natasha’s family now and sure she knew Jake could pull some awful jokes from time to time, but no matter how many times she seemed to reassure you, you were still worried stiff about meeting them for the first time tonight.

She took your hands in hers still wedged over your torso. “What can I do to make it easier, baby?”

Natasha saw the cogs turning in your brain as you genuinely tried to come up with a serious answer, but all that dawned on your face was that signature playful smile that she’d come to love so much about you.

“Kiss me, kiss me better!” You protested dramatically with your head thrashing about in turn.

Natasha barked out a laugh and came down to still your face as not to ruin your make-up but also so she could press her lips to yours.

“Come here, you.”

Her hands let go of yours and she cupped your cheeks instead, letting her lips press feverishly against yours. Your head lifted off the pillow to meet her touch and you let out a soft little moan against her that was immediately swallowed by her searing kiss. She pulled away briefly only to place one, two, three and four kisses repeatedly against your lips.

Like a Doctor that had prescribed their patient love sick medication, she pulled away and picked back up her make up brush.

“Better?” You hummed in agreement and fell back against the soft pillows underneath. A blissful smile was plastered on your face and your eyes fluttered.

“Your eyes are done, lipstick now.” She switched out her make up brush for the lipstick colour that would match perfectly.

She leaned back down to your face and painted your lips. She went to pull away put you leaned up as far as your torso could whilst being trapped underneath her and pressed your lips back against hers.

“I thought we could wear matching lipstick?” You cocked your head to the side admiring the small smudge that was now painted on Natasha’s lips.

She padded her finger on the edge of her lips and looked down at her finger, noticing her lips weren’t fully covered.

“I think I need a touch up.” And she leaned back down to finish off what you started.

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[ziasann]

star-crossed streets (first draft)

AU where Neuvillette is a running Presidential Candidate for the Court of Fontaine in the upcoming elections. Furina is a rising actress from the Opera Epiclese on her way to receive her own prestigious Teyvat Star Award. 

Neuvillette only ever knew her name uttered by the mouths of other gentlemen.

“Miss Furina!” 

The backdoor of the reserved VIP club splayed open, gorging out two figures of a man and a woman. They weren’t a couple, but it was obvious with how the inebriated man leered after the gorgeous lady that she was the object of his drunken infatuation for the night. 

The silver and blue-haired woman called Furina, however, did not seem as enthusiastic as the lad. Her face was painted with a forced smile and crossed eyebrows towards her admirer.

Furina…

She was the soloist earlier at the beginning of the party, wasn’t she? Neuvillette recognized those striking indigo eyes and her gentle voice when she introduced herself after her splendid performance. 

“Alas, sir, I am not very much interested in dating or so…” Furina politely refused as the man encroached further to her small form.

His fellow politicians were excited when they heard the Lady Furina would sing for their party. Navia, his running mate, had a friend who had another friend acquainted with the famous songstress Furina. She was able to pull some strings and invite her to their celebration tonight. 

According to the latest polls, Neuvillette was the leading candidate in the Liffey Region. The entire campaign deserved some drinks and reveling after weeks of persevering work. A boost to their morale for the harshest weeks were yet to come.

Neuvillette, after finishing his rounds of greeting friends and colleagues, had enough socialization. He stayed in the shadows of the smoking area at the back alley, a lit cigarette between his fingers, unseen as he watched the singer and her pursuer before him.

When the stranger grabbed Furina’s gloved wrist, Neuvillette dropped his stick and stepped in. His boot squashing the half-smoked cigarette under his heel. 

“Lady Furina had clearly explained her disinterest towards your affections, sir.” His presence was not welcomed as he spoke over them, the minimal light shining over his features as Neuvillette emerged out of his hiding place. “If you still decide to pursue her, we can take this matter easily to the Court.”

“M-Monsieur Neuvillette!” The man stammered, eyes as wide as saucers at the sight of him. “There is no need to raise this tiny issue at Court, I was merely hoping that Lady Furina would grant me some time of her day.”

“And she had refused you already,” Neuvillette retorted. The way Furina settled her riveting gaze towards him almost had Neuvillette shuddering. “Either you apologize to her right now, or the judges will grant you some time of their day soon.”

“My sincerest apologies, Miss Furina,” the bloke humbly bowed to the singer. “I could not help myself with such beauty and voice of yours.”

A woman worthy enough to commit a crime for, Neuvillette mused. How dangerous.

“It is fine,” Furina dismissed, but her eyes never averted from meeting Neuvillette’s stare head-on. “Please leave me alone now.”

The rejected man scampered away from them, his hurried steps toppling over the silence between Neuvillette and Furina. 

Her brows were still slanted, and there was no smile of relief on her lips after thwarting her nuisance away. Her unusual reaction befuddled Neuvillette.

“Is there any other problem, Miss Furina?” Neuvillette asked. Maybe this wasn’t also the best place for a conversation, the road reeking of smoke and alcohol, the cold air buzzing with club music from the speakers indoors. 

“I can handle it,” Furina glared, the softness on her tone was replaced with haughtiness. In a blink, the angelic atmosphere she exuded inside the club had dissipated in a wisp. “It’s not the first time.”

Gone was her pleasing personality, she was rough all around the edges. Her drastic change in behavior astounded him, he swore she was charming the people inside earlier with her meek smiles and amiable exchanges. 

He couldn’t imagine Furina biting back, but here she was. 

Neuvillette couldn’t stifle a chuckle or two in the desolate vicinity, no wonder the man moments prior was fascinated by her. He doubted that the man had caught a glimpse of Furina like this. 

“W…What’s wrong with you?!” Furina accused, crimson blooming on her cheeks. The fierceness fading in her skin. “Never have I ever seen a Presidential Candidate making fun of his constituents like this!”

“I find it amusing, your act of a fine, proper lady during the party,” Neuvillette confessed. “You had me fooled into thinking that you needed help, when it is obvious you could have handled your persistent admirer anytime.”

“I was only saving his face,” Furina huffed. “If I reject him in front of his friends, he will never recover.”

“Which would not bode well for your popularity as a rising actress, would it?” Neuvillette observed.

“It would not,” Furina affirmed, then glanced at the pavement behind him where his shadow was drawn. The flat cigarette sticking to the ground. “In the same manner that your smoking habits would have a negative impact on your approval ratings as a future President of Fontaine.”

For a second, Neuvillette impulsively thought he could quit the nicotine if Furina asked. Maybe the wine they clinked their glasses with at the party was stronger than it seemed. 

“Well,” Neuvillette admitted, a bit too honest even though he shouldn’t. Not when the elections were nearing, and every weakness of his could be exploited. 

“It’s better than the people.”

A statement that could be taken out of context by the journalists, or the citizens. Every sentence he declared, every comment he stated since his filing of candidacy for presidency had to undergo the scrutiny of his advisors. A single approval or denial could destroy the entire career he had carefully built over the years. 

Neuvillette expected the worst, one less vote since Furina found out he was not perfect. Maybe she’d tattle to the news outlets tomorrow and his team would battle a scandal early in the morning with a hangover. But she only smirked beguilingly, her cerulean eyes teasing under the moonlight.

“I agree, anything is better than the people around sometimes,” Furina seconded. “Now we know each other’s secrets.”

“That, we do,” Neuvillette nodded, and the longer he talked with her, the more he was in peril. “I bid you luck in your nomination for this year’s Teyvat Star Award.”

He sauntered towards the backdoor, ready to enter the bar again and return to his campaign managers. Wriothesley and Sigewinne would worry too much if he wasn’t in their sights for more than an hour. 

“Thank you, Mister President,” Furina leaned by the bricked wall. As much as Neuvillette would like to, they could not barge into the club without attracting the attention of the tabloids both in the politics and entertainment sectors. Furina would either wait a few minutes more before going in or leave the night altogether. 

“Congratulations again for your win in the Liffey Region, and I wish you the best in the upcoming elections.”

They wordlessly bid their farewells to each other, their masks and persona donned again in order to achieve their respective dreams. A sacrifice but a necessary one. Neuvillette couldn’t remember the last time he was this transparent and honest to another person, maybe during his time in the university. 

He was glad he was witness to a side of Furina the world could never see. She was destined for far greater things, as he was also trudging on the path less traveled by the common folk. 

Neuvillette wished they’d never meet again.

Or else, he would hopelessly fall in love with her.

#focallette #genshin impact #neuvillette x furina #drabble #first draft

[taralen]

"At your feet I present myself once again today, as I do every night, my dear. I've read all your messages and plan to reply now because it's curious what you mentioned on the other page. When I start writing, I concentrate so much that I don't notice things around me, and seeing that you've made a list of 'how a man can win my heart' seems like I hit the nail on the head unintentionally. Maybe you think I want to adhere to some standard, but no, hahaha. Everything I write to you is what I truly feel. Dreaming is not bad, as I've told you before, but I'll repeat it as many times as necessary. If I can make you happy in this or any other way, it's more than enough for me. Do you want to get to know me? Of course! But before doing so, give me time, my girl. I know you want to impress me. You want me to see you and grab my attention with those freshly painted nails, with which you've managed to send shivers down my spine just by thinking that you might touch my face and caress it slowly while our eyes meet. It's sublime, oh my angel. I confess that today, once again, you made this heart feel so happy that I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned so many times that eventually the hours passed, which caused me to see the dawn (a bit tired). You know that I am also excited, nervous, and euphoric. I have a mix of emotions so intense that precisely at this moment, you have me here staying awake with you. It's so exciting that it makes me feel like I'm in a movie, and both of us are giving our best effort while my mind wanders, dreaming of being together, lying on top of the clouds and becoming one with the wind, letting ourselves be carried by a soothing breeze. But back to the topic, our love is growing more and more every day. I can't wait for you, my beloved, to touch my chest with your soft hands so you can feel my soft and slow heartbeats. Do you know why? Because I know it's your hand that has the power to destroy my composure, break my voice, and take my breath away. But I don't want you to see me in that state, so come here, get close to me once and for all, and let me hold you in my arms tonight. I want you to feel protected by me. Just look into my eyes, my girl. These are the eyes that seek your safety... And your happiness... There's something I want to tell you. Despite the multiple barriers that separate us, I am younger than you, hahaha. It's a curious fact that I didn't expect, but I love you and adore you. Another clue I can give you about who I am is that your consideration for me outside of my letters is appreciated. I'm surprised by those gestures that most people don't make. You're so kind no matter who it is, despite following each other, you haven't been able to catch me.

LOVE LETTER #9 (SEASON 2)

THIS REQUIRES ADDITIONAL CONTEXT TO TOTALLY UNDERSTAND. CLICK BELOW!

After the eighth letter (END OF SEASON 1 LOL), I made several X/Twitter posts and two #musings journals directed at him before he wrote this letter.

(BEFORE GETTING THE LETTER) In Order:

(AFTER GETTING THE LETTER) In Order:

Initial Public Response:

#musings #my art #self portrait #ask asnwered #answered #inbox #love letter response #spamton #spamton anon #anon #WHY IS THIS A WHOLE ASS PLOTLINE NOW #But I'm all for it #LOVERBOY you are the best thing to happen to me on the internet ((romantically)) EVER #I WANT MOAR MOAR MOAR #AEHAEHAEHAEH #KEEP MAKING MY STRINGS RING #I hope when YOU DO reveal yourself it's the grandest most BIG SHOT thing yet BOY #cw long post #long post

[doorrobloxstuff]

Guiding Light x Curious Light headcanons...au thingie..

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This was inevitable.

- The guiding light was sent by a moon goddess(or maybe it disappeared to go do it itself.) to keep entities from escaping the hotel. If they ever emerged they would wreck havoc on humankind.

- The curious light was sent/came long AFTER. Maybe it was sent by the goddess to look for the guiding light… maybe the goddess shipped them…Or maybe it just got lost I dunno.

- But it got lost, found by the entities of the rooms and basically forgot what it was doing down there and decided to live with them as roomies.

- Basically, the guiding light goes down there. Gets curious. Opens the door. Meets CL AAAAAND-

- literally the opposite of love at first sight. Slowest slowburn to have ever BURNT. The guiding light is pretty cold and distant at times.

- Its lost so many people to the entities. So many bloodied and horrible agonizing messes..the goddess would never send someone so …pure… to this damned place…right?

-She’ll eventually send for its return, right?

- ..Right?

- The guiding light actually begins to enjoy the curious light after awhile. The curious light isn’t really that overbearing. Prone to excitement over small things? Sure. A bit immature at times? Yes. Absolutely. But never anything really overtly-annoying or tedious.

- Infact, sometimes its lack of overall concern terrifies Guiding light. “I mean.. we can just resurrect them right?”

- Yea.. the entities have normalized it to murder. Whoops. That and it doesn't really understand death because its an undertrained angel who is literally steam-fresh out of heaven.

- HORRIFIED STARING ENSUES.

- It definitely would NEVER trust Cl with a person’s life. But it never really needs too because because CL never interferes with its business.

- But besides from all of that..it can appreciate the presence of another angelic being.

- Long has it missed the Angelic hymns of divine beings. The holy light of another angel. The innocence of another angel..The little things..

- The curious light reminds it of home.

- A friendship blossoms between the the two. Mostly silly banter that often descends into long hymns about the moon and the stars. - Often, the curious light will seek out the company of The Guiding light. And If GL isn't busy, GL will entertain the Curious light's silly musings, antics and occasional yet surprising child-like wisdom that it comes flying out of its mouth. - After good while, the Guiding light will actively seek out the Curious light just to hear what its thinking about today. A short while AFTER that the guiding light begins to engage back in long info-dumps that the curious light will respond with even L O N G E R infodumps. - After awhile, the guiding light begins to become more aware of something..new..bubbling to the surface every time it hears its voice or feels a strange happiness sees the color yellow. -...then the awareness fully kicks in. - gl:

- Confessing ANYTHING is so H A R D for gl to do. But luckily it doesn't have to. The curious light confesses first. - Ran out of ideas here so now its just drabbles. - The curious light is the one who wears the pants in the relationship. The guiding light is simply the one who holds on the critical thinking and braincells. - You know that lesbian/sapphic stereotype where two lesbians move super duper fast and the next thing you know they are already picking out a donor and buying a new house and they've found their soulmate?? Yea that's them. That's these two past the courting phase. They move SUPER DUPER fast. - Also these two love to touch each others wings. I can imagine a tired guiding light finished with its vigil collapsed within the loving hands of the curious light. Stroking its soft wings and murmuring words of comfort whenever the guiding light fails to save another wanderer. - The guiding light is very busy just trying to save the stupid people who wandered in. So these two don’t get to see eachother a lot - Both would share the tiny plane of existence that GL would be on. - Also no, the guiding light is not going to tell the entities about its spouse/partner. They'd believe it to be target numero uno on if the entities ever found out.. and honestly I'd think Rush or Ambush (for stealing prey, harming dupe.ect) would do it.. but the rooms gang, who adore CL would probably retaliate and Rushbush would have a target on their head. - help i ran out of juice enjoy

#wardenrush.txt #roblox doors #doors roblox #doors x reader #Youtube

[grokebaby]

"We make magnificent offspring my love."

Grandefel proclaimed, her eyes closed in pride, chest puffed. Deirdre snorted out a little laugh, wrapping her tail under the lion's jawline affectionately. "We do." her smile faded away quickly as she rest her chin on her partner's side. "It's a shame not many people agree.."

Grandefel huffed pensively, yellow swirls bubbling on her crown. "If it were up to me.."

"Yes, when you rule the Ether, my monarch, but alas.." Deirdre quipped, smiling against her fur. "Laugh along demon, but must I remind you The Throne has the form of a lion!" she huffed, setting her head atop her tucked paws. A still silence fell between the two for a moment.

"My point is.."

Deirdre glanced to her partner's direction as she continued her train of thought. "I'd wish we could have more of them.. I used to think maybe someday I'd train an heir, as is customary, but I didn't think I'd be so fond of.. Having a.. Family.." the angel mused softly, her eyes to the ground. Deirdre hummed. "Like your own little Pride.."

Grandefel lifted her head. "Pride..?"

"Yeah, like.. A pack of lions with the parents as the leaders. A Pride." Deirdre replied, lifting her head in turn, her eyes warm. Grandefel scoffed in awe. "A Pride! How genius of those mortals to think of such a term! Let's form our own Pride together, you and me!" her paws knead the ground with excitement, melting a little bit of Deirdre's heart. "I would really like that too.." her voice had a hint of melancholic resignation, and she lowered her head on the warm flank of her beloved.

"I could carry this time." Grandefel suggested, brushing her wispy tail across Deirdre's back bristle, leaving tiny glimmers along the black and white hair. "You could focus on the ones we already have, they're not grown up yet.." Deirdre closed her eyes.

"Focus?"

"Ykno, raise them first, then we'll see.." Deirdre said serenely, only half minding the topic. The angel's longer silence after that however made her doubtful and she half turned to face her, meeting a faceful of deeply thoughtful eyes. "Grande..?"

"It.. Occurs to me, that.. Angels, as opposed to.. Everyone else, have different concepts of raising young.." The angel's eyes half lidded wistfully. Deirdre continued to look at her, now becoming a slight bit concerned. "Only when becoming a sire myself I realised what mortals talk of in regards to parenting. It truly is.. A process, not entirely unlike mentoring, but so much more than i could've imagined. Angels are considered youth so briefly, afterall. Why pamper them beyond that? Or.. Even during.." she closed her lemon colored eyes, voice losing steam towards the end. Deirdre curled up closer, brushing her cheek bristles against the lion's crown softly. "Octurnius was a formidable mentor, but.. A subpar father. It seems that I personally, was never truly parented by him, as it were.." Grandefel hummed, not necessarily melancholic, but her voice carried some sense of loss and otherness that she'd only begun to untangle recently. Deirdre stalled her voice, looking for the words.

"You angels are weird."

Grandefel blew out a scoff, nudging her half grinning girlfriend. Deirdre nudged her back, chittering. "No but, I guess I wasn't much better off.. You could say my sister raised me, since our mother had something better to be doing than carrying two grubs all day. Ykno, like a guardian usually would.." she rolled her top pair of eyes. "And don't get me wrong, from what I've met others of our species, that's not, like, the default. Our kind of demons live in colonies or groups, not.. Duos.. Especially not from infanthood.." Deirdre reminisced, tucking her chin atop her hands. She didn't sound gravely saddened either, but the whole sentence sounded like one long sigh.

"Hmp.. I guess we're both a bit in over our heads.." Grandefel half yawned, squinting at her partner calmly. Deirdre hummed, not finding anything but an agreeing tone to reply with.

#My writing #eldritch angel #Grandefel #Deirdre #Story writing #Faq: Octurnius is the prev angelic Persecutor. Deirdre and Delilah were orphaned young #Uhh. Yeah! This was in my drafts for a few weeks

[deathwords334]

Good Omens AU idea?

Ok, hear me out here. What if the events of Kevin Smith's Dogma happened in the world of Good Omens? It kinda started as a creative experiment, but it just kept growing. Now I just need to get it out before I explode.

Should probably explain Dogma before I do anything. It's not Smith's best known movie, but it's definitely beloved. So essentially, Dogma is an end of the world story following a descendant of Jesus, two not so holy prophets, an apostle, and a muse trying to stop a couple angels from ending existence. All with Smith's sense of humor. There's a poop demon, Alan Rickman is the Metatron, and God is a woman. And of course Jay and Silent Bob are the prophets because why not? You can find it on Youtube easily and I don't think it's on streaming.

Anyway, the AU. So Crowley and Aziraphale end up joining the group in their trip after happening upon them during a tour of America, and they have to deal with the personalities within the group. Jay alone would get on their nerves so fast... But I think what really got me excited by the idea was the potential lore/world building. It's something of a spoiler, but in the movie it's revealed there were angels that didn't side with Heaven or Hell in the Great War. Naturally in Good Omens, the idea hasn't come up yet but you'd think something like that would happen right? So what if some of them tried to stop the war through peaceful means, only for them to be 'punished' as a result? Neither angels nor demons acknowledge them but they play such an important role in the human existence that they cannot be ignored. Also no one wants to do the dirty work. And so they must play the scapegoat for the sake of the little game the two sides play. They're fully aware of all this, so they play the system to their benefit. Sure they're still walking zombies but at least they can indulge in what humanity has to offer.

And now more lighthearted ideas

Other religions and deities exist. I mean Gaiman already confirmed werewolves and vampires probably exist in the Good Omens world, why not pull an American Gods? Of course it's the same logic with the idea of 'the power of imagination' thrown in for the sake of it. In the Dogma movie, muses are essentially angels that specifically focus on creative facets. Dunno, I kinda like the idea of Crowley boozing it up with a Greek muse better

Speaking of! When it comes to the muse in the movie, the idea of her and Crowley bouncing off 'sinful' or cringy ideas sounds loads of fun. Sadly, a lot of their older work was lost to the ages but the muse kept some of it at least. He probably talked a bunch about Aziraphale, so when the muse finally meets the angel, she's super curious and eager

Aziraphale gets to be a teacher for a bit, teaching the descendant of Jesus how to bless stuff. He'd need to make sure Crowley doesn't try drinking the holy wine (who knows what that shit can do to a demon right?). But he probably would be giddy about the concept, someone looking to him for guidance

Again Aziraphale will need to 'keep him in line', but Crowley would probably have a field day tormenting Jay. The two are fine with Silent Bob, but given how much of an ass Jay is... They wouldn't hurt him. But he definitely would make him lose his mind a little

Should probably add I'm gonna try and write this out. Put too much time into thinking about this to throw it out completely... Wish me luck...

#neil gaiman #good omens #good omens au #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #dogma #Should probably come up with a name right? #Good Dogma #future fanfic #idk what else to tag #idk what im doing #oh well

[ageless-aislynn]

Okay, frens, I’m about to probably be a lot less available once NaNo starts tomorrow. Which is kinda saying something, given how I’ve been pretty absent lately. Being sick sucks rocks through a straw. 😕

However, the exceptions will be if:

I’m stalling (despite the fact I’m probably panicking that I’m not writing at the same time 🤷‍♀️)

I’m blocked (in which case I might ask for prompts just to try to get something short going again)

My writering muse* is being a little jerk (there’s no cure for this 😣😛)

(*I just caught this weird typo and left it because “writering muse” felt appropriate for some reason, lol, kinda like she’s wandering around, maybe gonna write eventually... 😛)

Again, depending on how I feel/how things are going, I may start editing and posting things just to give me a much-needed serotonin boost. We’ll see!

I’m hoping going to write “The Price” (Frosthunter, The Flash, NSFW) in its entirety because I have a total of one (1) person at AO3 who has politely asked me about it a couple of times over the past - what, year? Two years? - since I first mentioned wanting to write it. Just when I’m about give up on it, this lovely person writes me a sweet note saying how they hope I’m doing well and that I’ll still write it one day. And that gives me the strength to keep fighting on, lol!

Despite the fact that, well, Zoom isn’t usually a laugh riot, “The Price” is intended to be rather explicit smut with a humorous slant. Just how explicit and how humorous... we’ll find out together! Even if it’s just me and that one lone person over at AO3, lol!

(If you ever wonder if your comment will make a difference, then I can promise you that yes, it definitely does. Just knowing that somebody cares is SO important. 🤗)

Secondly, I want to finish “Cupid’s Kiss” (Snowells, The Flash, NSFW) and “Guardian Angel” (Snowells, The Flash) at long last. 🤞😣🤞

This will probably close out my Flash fics for now. I wish I could’ve gotten them done sooner but... Life, right? 😕 I hope that anybody who still cares how they ended will get the chance to see them.

“Try” (aka the Big Beast of ReverseSnowThawne) still might randomly appear one day, despite being a thing that exactly zero (0) people probably want to read, lol. But I still want to see how it all works out and it has worldbuilding and there are already 3 chapters written so... We’ll see. It definitely has enough mileage to it to give me the 50k for this NaNo.

Over in the world of Halo... “15 Minutes” chapter 6 (John/Reader) and “Recreation” chapter 3 (Kai/maleReader) are in pre-planning. (“15 Minutes” is the rare beast of mine in that I actually have so many events still in store for it that I’ve done an outline. As a long-time pantser, that’s saying something, lol!)

“Choices” (tentative title, Noble Team x Reader, Halo: Reach) is something I’m still very excited about! It starts with the premise in chapter 1 where the reader meets Noble Team. At the end of ch1, you’ll choose who you’re going to go with and there will be links to the appropriate chapter that will conclude the story with you and either Carter, Kat, Jun, Emile, Jorge or Six (male and female versions).

I’ve always loved Choose Your Own Adventure type stories and after reading @lialacleaf​‘s awesome and super fun Master Chief x Reader interactive fic “The Medic,” I was inspired to try my own variation (mine is, of course, a very simplified version, you only make that one choice of who you’re going with but still! Similiar if simpler! 😁)

If you’d like to be tagged for any of that, just let me know. 😉

Flash Masterlist

Halo Masterlist

Anyway, that’s where I’m at right now. I have only a really basic NaNo playlist done but that can fall into place as we go along. 🎵💃🎵 I just mainly gravitate to songs with a good beat to type to, lol! This one is already on there...

“Sing Along” - Sturgill Simpson

Noble Team is kinda running to the beat in my GIF, lol! 🤷‍♀️😂

Anyway, it’s helpful to me to spell out my goals, hence why I wrote all of this. 😉 Good luck to those who are also participating in NaNo and happy November to those who aren’t!

🤗💖

#nanowrimo #nano #writing #snowells #caitlin snow x eobard thawne #frosthunter #frostzoom #killer frost x hunter zolomon #halo #halo: reach #master chief x reader #kai-125 x male reader #noble team #ageless aislynn

[lgcmanager]

VERSUS MISSION 003

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER ( PART 1 OUT OF 1 ) SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise. for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.

when all of the VERSUS members arrive at their practice room, they are met with their manager, KYUHWAN, to talk about their schedule for the next few months.

AMERICAN DEBUT & PROMOTIONS

as mentioned in the previous mission, all of the VERSUS members would have started working on their debut preparations since JUNE. with WOOKJIN’s departure, the VERSUS members will be told that they will still remain as four for the time being as they advance through their debut and the projects that follow afterwards.

the information mentioned below is already known to the boys ic, but for ooc here it is:

VERSUS will have two songs for this american debut, with ‘ONE DAY’ being their title track and ‘GOOD ENOUGH’ as their b-side. the lyrics distribution document for this can be found over HERE. they will be releasing this single album on AUGUST 18.

fortunately with some of the content being filmed from JUNE-JULY, most of the members will be busy with other tasks assigned to them.

to help promote themselves with the international fans, VERSUS will be a part of various video segments. in Q2, they were a part of ELLE’s song association and teen vogue’s playlist of my life. listed below are some of the many videos that they will be doing as well ( and filming wise, most of them will be done all in the legacy building for a few days ):

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW EACH OTHER? ( VANITY FAIR; EXAMPLE ) - each of the versus members is put on the spot while the other members must answer questions pertaining to that person. video released on JULY 18.

IN OR OUT WITH VERSUS ( ESQUIRE; EXAMPLE ) - versus reacting to various trends and revealing their opinions about whether they like it or not. video released on AUGUST 14.

SUPERLATIVES ( SEVENTEEN; EXAMPLE ) - versus answering questions to help determine each member’s superlative ( ex. best hair, most romantic, most athletic, etc. ). video released on AUGUST 25.

CONCERTS & FESTIVALS

“while AGITO will be busy with a variety show, you will be attending some concerts and festivals. this should be an exciting time since you get to meet both the domestic and international fans alike.” KYUHWAN reasons as he starts to list the events that VERSUS will be appearing in.

note that anything that happens in JULY was mentioned before ic wise, but is revealed right now ooc wise.

JULY 22 - WATERBOMB FESTIVAL ( SEOUL ): performing ‘opening sequence’, ‘trauma’, ‘higher’, ‘reveal’. they will be joining HARU and FABULA.

AUGUST 20 - KCON LA ( LOS ANGELES ): performing ‘one day’, ‘good enough’, ‘trauma’, and ‘don’t call me’ ( originally by shinee; special stage ). they will be joining HARU ( the group ).

SEPTEMBER 23 - FAMILY CONCERT 2K23 ( SEOUL ): please refer to the lgc family concert 2k23 post

for KCON LA, all of them will be flying at night on FRIDAY, AUGUST 18 and then arrive there on SATURDAY, AUGUST 19. during that time, they will be given a chance to go around los angeles with KYUHWAN before they spend all of SUNDAY, AUGUST 20, practicing for their performances.

YUJIWON’S POD

“with so many youtube shows and podcasts aired in the lgc studios, they have given YEONWOO with fellow AGITO members, JIHO and YUSHIN, a chance to host a short podcast. this is an experiment seeing that V&A has so many international fans and with the rise of podcasts, we thought it would be a good idea to give you a chance to be a part of one.” KYUHWAN summarizes the podcast information as cohesive as possible.

for YUJIWON’S POD, the episodes will be assigned as follows:

EPISODES 1 & 2 ( LEE JIHO, LEE YUSHIN, WON YEONWOO ) - introduction of the podcast, answering debate questions ( ex. pineapple on pizza or no pineapple on pizza, scary or funny movies, vanilla or chocolate ice cream, putting milk or cereal in first, would you rather stay up late or get up early, pencils or pens, etc. ). with the debate questions, the goal is to get the majority on one side, so if two people support different sides, the third person would be the determinator. it would be a bit similar to THIS ( pentagon’s jack pod ).

EPISODE 3 ( LEE YUSHIN ): getting to know LEE YUSHIN. since it’s a solo podcast episode, it would basically be an episode about getting to know him, his interests, his legacy audition, concept(s) you want to try, show that you want to be a part of, etc. it would be similar to THIS.

EPISODE 4 ( LEE JIHO ): getting to know LEE JIHO. since it’s a solo podcast episode, it would basically be an episode about getting to know him, his interests, his legacy audition, concept(s) you want to try, show that you want to be a part of, etc. it would be similar to THIS.

EPISODE 5 ( WON YEONWOO ): getting to know WON YEONWOO. since it’s a solo podcast episode, it would basically be an episode about getting to know him, his interests, his legacy audition, concept(s) you want to try, show that you want to be a part of, etc. it would be similar to THIS.

EPISODE 6 ( LEE JIHO, LEE YUSHIN, WON YEONWOO ): finale episode. reflecting on the episodes that they recorded and any last words they would like to share with the listeners.

for the SOLO episodes, the other two members will be present there ( behind the camera ) and give any commentary or ask any questions for the one hosting.

V&A LOG

“for JAESUN, ALEX, and TEE, you will be joining KEEHO and HARU in partaking in an upcoming youtube series called ‘V&A LOG’ where you will be filming or documenting anything special in your day to day life. for this we are recommending that you pair up with another V&A member for these videos and try out different activities that you’ve never done before.” KYUHWAN nods, hoping that this would be another way for the etervals to get to know them better.

as KYUHWAN mentioned, the remaining V&A members will be filming youtube vlogs for their channel. they will be filming the videos starting from today all the way until SEPTEMBER 1. the list below denotes when the episodes will be AIRED on the youtube channel.

EPISODE 1 ( JEON HARU & AHN JAESUN ): AUGUST 29

EPISODE 2 ( PONGSAK TEE ): SEPTEMBER 5

EPISODE 3 ( KIM ALEX ): SEPTEMBER 12

EPISODE 4 ( HAN KEEHO & PONGSAK TEE ): SEPTEMBER 19

EPISODE 5 ( AHN JAESUN ): SEPTEMBER 26

EPISODE 6 ( JEON HARU ): OCTOBER 3

EPISODE 7 ( HAN KEEHO ): OCTOBER 10

for the theme of these vlogs, the V&A members are asked to film themselves doing an activity that they have never tried before. if any of the V&A members decide to do an activity that is outside the legacy building, they will be accompanied by their manager and/or the assistant manager to supervise them during that time. the activity also has to be something that can be filmed in one day, so they CANNOT do any activities where they will be traveling to a different location outside of seoul ( this means that they cannot film any content in kcon la as well ). the videos typically last around 20-25 minutes.

SURPRISE PROJECT

before the meeting concludes, KYUHWAN tells the rest of the versus members that they can leave except for JAESUN. when it’s just the two of them, KYUHWAN begins, “you know, I was waiting for the day this would happen and I’m glad people heard about me. but anyways, you’ve been invited for something else related to lgc’s family concert. due to the lack of time we have, we’ll start working on it right now.”

ooc wise, the project will be revealed with the lgc family concert 2k23 post, so stay tuned for that!

WRITING REQUIREMENTS

YUJIWON’S POD: write a 300+ word solo or a 6 replies ( minimum 8 lines, 2 posts per person ) with the hosts ( so a three way thread with jiho, yushin, and yeonwoo ) about the podcast for +6 MCING/HOSTING and +6 NOTORIETY ! ** only for YEONWOO **

V&A LOG: write a 300+ word solo or a 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) with your assigned partner about the vlog episode for +6 VARIETY and +5 NOTORIETY ! do note that what will be written is what will be appearing in the videos. ** only for JAESUN, ALEX, and TEE **

BONUS: write a 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) with a non-V&A member for +10 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE ! ** this cannot overlap with any of the events and for JAESUN, ALEX, and TEE, this can be done up to two times while for YEONWOO it can only be done once **

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:versusmission for the task. you have until SEPTEMBER 16, 2023 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog.

MUSE NAME ∙ VERSUS MISSION 003 - YUJIWON’S POD: +6 mcing/hosting, +6 notoriety [ LINK ] ** for yeonwoo ** - V&A LOG: +6 variety, +5 notoriety [ LINK ] ** only for jaesun, alex, and tee ** - BONUS: +10 ( skill points distribution ) [ LINK ] ** yeonwoo can only do it once while jaesun, alex, and tee can do it up to two times **

#lgc:event #lgc:versusmission #lgc:q32023