#backdoor perspective

[the4chambersofmystery]

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[cillianmesoftlyyy]

At the Cabaret Pt. 1 | Tommy Shelby x fem!character

Summary: Lenore is a dancer at the Birmingham Cabaret when she's approached by an estranged neighbor and notorious gangster, Tommy Shelby, with a business prospect. Seeing him again brings up old feelings and new conflicts that they must navigate in the topsy turvy world of Cabaret.

Warnings: Heavy misogyny (1920s Cabaret... I mean), mentions of sexual assault, and objectification. Please don't read if these topics are upsetting to you- I'm writing from a historical perspective and some of the elements I write about are disturbing. Take care while reading. This story only gets worse from here lol. I use a few modern songs in the story but imagine them in a 1920s style (aka Post Modern Jukebox). I really recommend listening to the songs I have listed below because I reference them in the story.

word count: 4125k

Come with me- Preservation Hall Jazz Band 🎶

Ain't That a Grand and Glorious Feeling? - Annette Hanshaw 🎵

Last Nite- The Strokes 🎶

PDA- Interpol 🎵

Not proofed- my b folks!

She felt powerful when she stepped on stage. She felt untouchable. She performed five days a week at Birmingham’s Cabaret Club during the late night slot when the wealthiest clientele slipped in through the backdoor to huddle around the stage. She was lucky that her life had ended up like this and not working the streets like so many girls she knew had to after the war years. She tried to get them jobs in the Cabaret but their addictions to uppers and downers and strong cocktails made it hard for them to follow the routine of Cabaret. It required discipline to arrive at the club everyday at three in the afternoon and work new routines until the doors opened at eight, and they worked hard. She wasn’t an especially good dancer but her energy and confidence on stage won her the best slot of the night and the notoriety that nicknamed her “Lady Lenore.” 

Her shows were sensual, sure, but mainly they were performances. She sang and sparkled onstage with her elaborate costumes. And sure, men often followed her backstage, seeking an encore in not so polite terms but she was the master of her own image. She was allowed to say no when she wanted to because she was “Lady Lenore.” She wasn’t a stranger to male guests coming by to visit her at night and many times, she allowed them to join her in her dressing room shared with the other performers, offering him whisky and resting her feathered head against his chest. But these were the boys she recognized from the factories her father had worked in, that her brothers had worked in before the war. She flirted with the rich cats who came by to seduce her but only the boys with coal grease still stuck in the curves of their muscles made it farther into the reaches of her corseted costume. She had a preference and she didn’t care who knew it. 

What won her fame, besides her voice, were her costumes. The early twenties offered an exciting new spread of style that she latched onto like Vicodin. She loved red, so she dyed most of her costumes a deep scarlet with millions of beads sewn onto the surface. She pulled on the red bodysuit, fixing the ropes of red beads draped around her shoulders and bare thighs. She didn’t have large breasts so the front stuck tightly to her chest but elegant bodice distracted disappointed eyes. Her blonde hair was bobbed around her heart-shaped face. Lucy, one of her friends, secured the devil cap on her head, the strap going beneath her chin. The horns were stuffed with couch stuffing to stand up straight. She under-drew her lips, creating a heart with red lipstick. The rest of her makeup was minimal, making the lipstick stand out. She buckled her nude-colored dancing heels across the top of her foot and shook out her arms nervously. 

She could hear the announcer out on stage with his squeaky voice. She pulled on her red satin gloves and made her way slowly to the curtains offstage waiting for her cue. Johnny the club manager squealed, “and now, the girl you’ve been waiting for, the queen of our hearts and the sweetheart of Birmingham, Lady Lenore!” He ran off stage and a spot opened against the curtain. 

She lifted her lips into an innocent smile and stuck her arm out through the slit in the red velvet curtain. She trailed her finger down the fabric, teasing the slit beneath the hot spotlight. The audience cheered loudly, feet stomping on the bar floor. 

“Aw come on out, darlin!” A man hollered from the audience and she laughed quietly behind the heavy fabric. Whistles followed his brave shout and she shook her finger naughtily at them, still obscured by the curtain. 

“Now, now boys. That’s no way to ask a lady. I was gonna be real nice to you tonight, and I mean real nice.” The men whistled again and slammed their hands on the drinking tables. 

“Please, honey!” 

“Come on, love!” 

She slipped her arms back behind the curtain and giggled.

“Oh, boys! You really do know how to make a girl feel so good!” She squealed, “open the curtain, Johnny!” 

The curtain swung open on its tracks and she placed her hands on her accented hips. Her bare thighs warmed under the hot spot. She switched into her Lady Lenore facade, apologizing raspily, “sorry about that boys, I was a bit nervous.” 

Men howled in the audience and stood to whistle. She put a dramatic finger to her lips, biting it gently. 

“Gee, thanks. Now let me show you what I can really do.” She chuckled darkly and nodded to the band beside the stage. “Hit it, honey.” She called with a smile. A ragtime track began and she twirled, pulling the hair from her shoulders to show off the back of the costume, her butt just peeking out beneath the underwear-like bodice. She strutted across the stage with a flick of her leg, turning into a jumpy great-vine, tap dancing without the loud clacks. She reached out her gloved hand to the audience and gasped when the music jumped, smirking as she took quick steps backwards. She did the same to the otherside, each action dominated by the sexual squeal of the trumpet. She took slow steps downstage to the drum beat and lowered herself slowly to her knees, playing with her long strand of pearls. 

“I just feel so good tonight,” she bit her lip and shook her shoulders and lay back, still on her knees, her sparkly crotch exposed to the roar of the crowd. When a man wolf-whistled she sat back up quickly, an innocent smile pulling at her painted lips. “Oops!” She giggled and crawled forward on her hands and knees. She reached the end of the stage and swung her legs over gracefully. She went over to the fat cat at the first table and stroked his long white beard. 

“Say, you look like a good boy,” She purred and sat abruptly on his lap, “now what do you want for Christmas? Or more importantly what do I want?” She pouted out her lip, thinking. The men in the audience laughed. 

“Anything you’d like sweetheart.” The man chuckled and she smiled. 

“Ohh, Daddy! That’s exactly what I wanted to hear! But say, aren’t you gonna ask me if I’ve been a good girl?”

“Well, have you?” 

“Hmm, one second, Daddy,” She stood up from his lap and cleared her throat loudly. “Do you boys think I've been a good girl?” She asked the room and smiled when she received stomps and applause. “And do you think I should get anything I want?” She added, biting her lip. 

“You’re all I want, love!” One man yelled from the bar and she clutched her heart. 

“That’s the right answer, boy!” She called back and laughed, returning to the lit stage. A microphone had been set up centerstage while she was in the audience. She shimmied up to the microphone. 

“Y’all ever been to New Orleans?” She quipped in her best southern accent and winked at the band who burst into, “Come with Me.”

A line of feathered dancers came out onto stage, flirting with the audience with their scandalous dance fan dance. 

Come with me to New Orleans

I'll show you a great time

All your dreams will come true

A' With me by your side

Her raspy voice echoed out into the small club. She scanned the crowd, her fingers cupping the wide microphone. The men in the crowd smoked cigarettes and cigars, separating them by class and income. The day-laborers sat with crushed cigarettes in ashtrays while the fat cats still smoked the same cigar they had light when the night began. 

So

Come with me to the' New Orleans

I'll show you a great time

All your dreams will come true

A' With me by your side 

She smiled as she sang, looking down at the audience through her eyelashes. She adjusted her red velvet garter, her fingers trailing up the fabric on her crotch to her stomach. The dancers behind her dipped their fans to show their cleavage. 

Come with me to New Orleans

I'll show you a great time

All your dreams will come true

A' With me by your side

She finished the song with a low voice and the audience roared once again. She took an extra fan from one of the dancers and held it in front of her body. With the large fan, she did look naked, tricking those who were drunk in the audience to believe she was nude like a game of peek-a-boo. “Ain't that Grand and Glorious” marked the beginning of a new musical number and she started singing, traveling to either end of the stage. She moved her fan to her back like a peacock, pushing what cleavage she did have forward with her arms. 

Now is there any one present

Who was ever in love

If it’s so you know how

I’m feeling right now

Everything is so pleasant

She broke out into a brief timestep combination and moved the fan to her chest, just showing her legs and face. 

You’re so full of bliss

You just feel like knocking wood

She planted and shook her hips to the knocking noise. 

And when you naturally say yes

Ain’t that a grand and glorious feeling! 

She spun around and planted the fan on the top of her butt, bending over to show off her ass to the audience who cheered. She spun again and did a quick Cincinnati step during the instrumental break. 

I’ve got something to say 

When that band starts to play

She raised the fan above her head, showing off her costume once again, as everyone in the room sang the last line with her: 

I get a grand and glorious feeling

“That’s all!” She smiled and the spot went out. She hurried off-stage with the others and ducked into her dressing room, returning hugs and hollow laughs with the other girls.

“You were wonderful, Nore!” A dancer hugged her around her stiff waist and she let out a repressed breath. 

“Thank you, thank you. Gee, I’m happy it's over with. Father Christmas in the front row got a little too excited if you know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes and the girls laughed. Clara patted her on the back and slipped through the dressing room door to go on with the following act. 

“Break a leg, Clara babes!” She teased warmly and she tittered her thanks. They could hear the crowd grow impatient as they waited for the next round of entertainment. She sat down at her place at the makeup counter and removed the horned cap from her head. Lucy slipped into the dressing room, closing it quietly behind her so the sound wouldn’t carry onstage. 

“Nore, great job as always.” She sat beside her and intertwined her fingers with Nore’s. The dancers switched their tops and bottoms, each barely covering anything of their anatomy. 

“Thanks, Luce.” She wiggled in her seat and slid the large rings off her fingers and put them in her pink jewelry box. 

“Johnny wanted me to tell you that there’s a fella in the audience that wants to see you.” Lucy grimaced. 

“I have another show tonight, I can’t.” She sighed and fixed her lipstick. 

“He said it’s important.” 

“He always says that.” She laughed curtly. 

“Sure but I think he means it this time, Nore. I would do it.” 

“Why? Is it a cat?” She raised her eyebrow at Lucy and frowned, “He is isn’t he?” 

“It's Thomas Shelby, Nore.” She whispered close to Nore’s ear and sat back again, biting her lip anxiously. 

Her heart fell into her stomach and she looked at Lucy through the mirror for a moment. She cleared her throat and looked down at her red gloves. 

“So? He doesn’t own me,” She tried to sound brave. 

“No, but he owns half of Birmingham.” Lucy retorted and started again, “and besides, he used to be a factory boy, you remember don’t you? He used to live on our street!”

“That was before the war, Lucy. He’s changed since then. We all have.” 

“Wasn’t your brother friends with Thommy?” She asked carefully, not wanting open old wounds.

“Like I said, Luce, we’ve all changed. I haven’t spoken to her in ages. The war was hard on everyone, even the Shelbys.” She sighed. Lucy looked down at her naked thighs pressed against the chair and took in a deep breath. 

“You’ll do it though, won’t you?” 

“If I don’t have a choice…” She shrugged and stared at herself in the mirror, “then I guess I will. Help me out of this corset, won’t you please?” She stood and Lucy undid the tough clasps on the back that insured the piece wouldn’t fly open during the act, no matter how many hands probed it. She shrugged the top off, her breasts sitting back against her chest. She put on the white satin bra and short set laid out for her second performance. She rolled on her stockings and clipped them into her garters to keep them from falling down. Lucy fastened a tulle train onto the back of her shorts and fixed the edges. She buckled her heels and fit the glitzy headband around her forehead. Someone switched her pearls for a necklace with small gold stars, and her red gloves for blush pink. She brushed a little kohl behind her eyes and sprayed herself with perfume, sticky and sweet. 

Her second number was more choreographed and started like this:

She and the dancers entered with chairs. The chairs were arranged with her on center stage. The audience applauded and whooped and the girls smiled as brightly as they could beneath the white hot spot. “Last Nite” strikes up with the jumpy stutter of piano. It was a straight-forward dance. The hardest part was singing as she moved, bicycle-kicking her legs above her head in the chair. She abandoned the chair half-way through the song and scat at the microphone, accompanied by the instrumental riff. 

They don’t understand

No, girlfriends, they won’t understand

A cheer went up from the crowd, beer spilling from raised glasses. 

Last night he said

“Oh, baby, I feel so down”

“And it’s turnin’ me off when I feel left out”

So I, turned around

She turned slowly, kicking the tulle train back out as she did with her heel. Her arms were raised above her head, smiling wide. 

“Oh darling no care no more

I know this for sure, I’m walking out, I’m walking out that door

And ain’t gonna understand

She winked and blew kisses to the growing crowd in the audience. She scanned the faces at the tables for Peaky Blinders. Then she saw the tell-tale peaky cap pulled down over his face. She couldn’t see his face in the darkened house but the way his table was separated from the rest in the club, and completely empty save the man sitting there with Irish Whisky told her enough. The crowd’s applause came to an end and she snapped back into character, curseying and raising her hand to the band. 

“Thank you!” She twirled once more to show off her ensemble and curled her finger at Johnny who was still standing off stage. 

“Oh, Johnny!” She called him out on stage and when he waddled over she put her chin on his shoulder, “Get these wonderful men a drink huh?” She smiled innocently. The crowd exploded with hoots and hollers. “That’s for making me meet with Shelby without asking me first, Johnny.” She growled beneath her breath and smiled at the crowd, “sweet dreams, boys!” The men waved from the audience and the girls scurried off stage. 

She was too distracted to speak to anyone right after the show. She went straight to the dressing room and removed the tulle train from her shorts, grimacing as she did though it caused her no pain. Tommy was too smart to fall for her Lady Lenore act and she silently cursed herself for making the character such a staple of her success. He would be able to see through her confidence to her fear wallowing in her eyes. Some of the girls helped her quickly slip into a blush pink dress, the drop waist brushing against her hips. She changed into her normal heels, shiny black mary janes, and pulled off her headband. She left the star necklace around her neck but removed the gloves and extra jewelry. Lucy wiped off her bright red lipstick, changing it for a more casual color. One of the younger girls, Lily, ran in and called for her. 

“Nore, Johnny said to take the spare dressing room.” 

“Got it, thanks.” She nodded and exhaled loudly, pushing air through her nose. “He has everything fucking planned out,” she cursed below her breath. “Is he going to undress me for him too?” She grumbled and wiped kohl fallout from beneath her eyes. 

“He may not want that.” Lucy offered. 

“That’s what men always want, Luce.” She responded and sighed. With one last smile, she opened the door into an adjoining room called the spare dressing room. It was called that but it had never been one. There was a bed against the back wall with wood bed-frame and carved posts. The bed was dressed with clean sheets everyday and draped with a heavy red quilt to keep out the December cold. This was the nicest room out of the lot and it was reserved for our best clientele. A table and chairs separated the bed from the main door to the hallway. A bar cart sat idly against the side wall, stocked with cheap liqueur and towels. On the opposite side was a lounge in dark red fabric to hide stains. The wood floors were cold without the heaters and she could feel the chill even through her heels. She perched herself on the arm of the lounge and settled, waiting for Tommy Shelby to arrive. 

He didn’t know when he came in, he wasn’t worried if he happened to walk in on anyone, and he just didn’t care. He avoided her eyes as he stepped into the room and closed the door, loud voices carried down the hallway like the smell of cigarette smoke. When the door was firmly closed behind him, he finally caught her eyes.  

“Hello Mr. Shelby.” She didn’t move to stand.

“Miss Panning,” he gave her a curt nod, “or shall I call you Lady Lenore?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Miss Panning unless you’d prefer to call me Lady Lenore.”

“Well Miss Panning,” he walked to the table and lit a cigarette, dropping the lighter and cigarette case on the table, “I’m sorry for disturbing your evening.” He gestured loosely to the direction of the stage, talking around the cigarette. 

She sighed and stood, taking a cigarette that Tommy offered out to her. She held the cigarette between her lips as he flicked open the lighter and the cigarette caught. “Did you like my performance, Mr. Shelby.” She smiled, blowing out the smoke. He looked down at his shoes and exhaled a cloud of heavy gray smoke, his hands in his pockets. When he looked up his smile was pained, his brows furrowed. 

“Eh, not really my thing.” 

“Mmm of course. From what I’ve heard you like it quick and dirty. You’re not one for a performance, are you?” She teased darkly and moved to the bed, sitting at the end. He watched her, his eyes calm and unfazed. She flicked the ash of her cigarette to the floor and crossed her legs, the slit in her dress showing her thigh. He stared at her thigh, puffing on his cigarette.

“What do you want, Mr. Shelby?” She asked him bravely. He tore his eyes from her exposed leg and  looked into her eyes. Exhaling and pulling the cigarette from his lips he rubbed his thumb across his thick lips.

“I want us to be friends, Nore.” He said finally, his voice restrained, holding back a layer of information he wouldn’t easily give up. 

“I’m Nore now?” She almost sneered. 

“We were neighbors once if you remember.” 

“Those days are far behind us now, Mr. Shelby.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down at the ground. 

“Tommy.” He inclined his head slightly and stubbed out his cigarette. “And maybe they are but that doesn’t mean we can’t become friends again now, does it? 

He’d said something like that years before when she was fifteen, he was seventeen, and best friends with her brother. Her brother told him that she had a huge crush on him and he’d treated her kindly, offering to be her friend, though nothing more. Hearing him now brought her back to that moment in the alley between their houses, ducking beneath the laundry lines. He’d told her that maybe when she was older… but he went to war and never came back the same. He hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences to her since, plagued by guilt. She’d lost her brother in the war. 

“Why do you want to be friends, Tommy?” She asked slowly, fighting the images of her brother that entered her mind when she looked at him. 

He lit another cigarette and pulled it from his lips. 

“I think we can help each other.” 

“Oh?” She switched legs, letting the fabric slide slowly over her skin. He watched, his jaw clenched, in what she read as distaste.

“I need someone who’s willing to be my eyes and ears inside this club. I know Billy Kimber and his men meet here.” 

“Does this job require more than ‘eyes’ and ‘ears,’ Tommy?” She looked down at her cigarette. 

“It would require anything that gets them comfortable to talk to you, you can fill in the rest.” He looked over at the whiskey. “Whisky?” He asked and she nodded. 

“Yes, please.” 

He took two thick crystal glasses from the cart and poured. He rounded the table to hand her a glass and she took it, looking up into his blue eyes. He took a deep drink from the whiskey and sighed. She drank and swirled the caramel liquor around in the glass. 

“You know, Tommy, I don’t sleep with all of my clientele. Believe it or not but I prefer working boys over men like Kimber. I’m still a Small Heath girl, Tommy. That’ll never change, no matter how many rich men come in here promising me globs money in return for a quick fuck.”

He looked down at his shoes and nodded, thinking. He downed the rest of the whisky and cleared his throat. 

“Will you do it?” He asked. 

“What do I get in return?” She sighed. 

“Money and protection, of course.” He put his glass on the table and leaned against it, sucking on his cigarette. 

“Anything else?” She smiled softly.

He looked at her, expressionless, trying to determine what she wanted from him.

“What else would you like, Lenore?” He asked softly. 

She swallowed the rest of her whiskey and smiled sweetly at him, taking from her character. 

“Well, if we’re really to be friends, I want you to come to my shows.” She stood and reached around his waist to the ashtray and stubbed out her cigarette, looking directly in his eyes. 

“And besides,” she continued softly, “men like nothing more than competition. If Kimber learns that you fancy me, he’ll do whatever he can to get with me.” 

She took a step back and took a second cigarette from Tommy’s breast pocket. He lit it for her without a word. 

“Alright,” he nodded, his face unchanging, “anything else?” 

Her eyes softened and she fought back weak tears.

“Look after my father, Tommy. Make sure he’s safe too. If not for this, for James.” The mention of her brother stilled something in him. He nodded and cleared his throat. He turned and walked to the door to the hallway. 

“Tommy,” she called from the bed. He paused with his hand resting on the door handle, “you know he’s going to kill me before they tell me anything you want to hear.” She said softly, almost sadly. 

He said nothing for a moment and inhaled, looking over his shoulder though his eyes didn’t meet hers.

“I won’t let that happen.” He said evenly and left, the door closing loudly behind him. She tried to still her shaky hands, dragging on the shrinking cigarette.

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end part 1 here :)

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[blairrwaldorfs]

Champagne Problems

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: When one door closes, one door opens.

Author's Note: Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift with an extended perspective.

Wordcount: 3.2K

The train was quiet and still. People were in their own little worlds, their headphones in their ears, their nose stuck in a book, or some were asleep. The city blurred in front of Joe’s eyes as he sat at the window seat of the train. Coat wrapped around his body as if it was something that could protect him from the events of today. As if it could help drown the emotions that were washing over him at the moment. His leg shook anxiously as he held up his fingers and the edges of his teeth found his nails. 

He felt numb.

He didn’t really know what to think or feel. He didn’t really expect it at all because this wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear at all, but he did. He watched her stand there in front of his entire family and friends, a small embarrassed smile tugged on her lips as he waited for her answer. 

Joe let out a sigh, letting his eyes wander around the train. Just a few more minutes until he was back in the city. Back home where he felt safe. Though, he wasn’t sure if he would feel that way, knowing that she wouldn’t be there waiting for him anymore. His left hand found the inside of his coat pocket and there it was:

The box. 

The velvety small red box that he had been playing in his hand all month long, trying to figure out what to say or do once he opened it. Looking at the red velvet box, he knew that everything would change the moment he opened it. He just didn’t expect that it would change in the worst way possible. Joe had planned this for a year now. He was ready. He even was able to gather his whole family and joined in with the plan. 

“Oh, darling.” Joe’s mother gave him those big wet brown eyes of hers. “I have something better for you to give to her.” 

Joe had traveled back to his parents’ home that weekend to tell them the news. To tell them the decision he had made. To tell them that he was ready to start his own life with her. 

Joe’s mum got up from the sofa and speed walked towards her bedroom before coming back with that red velvet box. Inside was his grandmother’s engagement ring when Joe’s grandfather proposed to her. It was beautiful. Not too big nor too small. It was just right. Joe thought it would fit her perfectly, and he didn’t hesitate to thank his mum for it. 

“It’s perfect.” Joe smiled. 

“I know she’s going to love it.” His mum replied. 

For months, Joe had kept that red velvet box inside his desk drawer where he knew she wouldn’t be able to find it. Joe thought the relationship was going well. He thought even through the rough times, they would always find a way back to each other. They would always find a way to solve the problem, so what happened? How come all of a sudden, everything had fallen into pieces? 

“I’m sorry.” She had told him. 

Joe was on his one knee still, a smile tugging on his lips, and the box in his hand. His cousin had already popped the champagne before she could even answer him because they thought there was no other answer, right? They were perfect together, right?

“Joe…” She sighed, her eyes scanning the room as she felt her cheeks burned from embarrassment. 

“What is it?” Joe’s smile slowly faded as he got up from his position. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think this is the right time.” She whispered, turning their backs from his family. “I’m not ready for this.” 

Joe felt his heart shattered into a million pieces. His family also knew what was going on without an explanation. They saw it all. They saw her expression. They heard her answer and somehow, Joe suddenly felt embarrassed by what just happened. Walking out the backdoor of the house, he followed behind her as he waited for more explanation.

“We knew this wasn’t working out.” She shook her head. 

“I…” Joe knitted his brows. “I don’t understand.”

“I know, but I’m sorry. This should have ended a long time ago.” 

That was it. 

She didn’t say anything else before grabbing her coat, whispered apologies to Joe’s family and friends and out the door. Joe stood there frozen by the kitchen doorway, the box still in his hand, and he felt defeated as he watched her walk away. She dropped him like a champagne glass and left his shattered pieces on the floor like he was nothing. He felt his mum comforted him as he saw everyone’s faces had that expression where they really didn’t know what to say to him. 

Because what could they really say after all this?

“What a shame.” Joe’s aunt’s voice echoed in his head. “She would have made a lovely bride.”

More like a runaway bride.

He wrapped his hand around the velvet box in his pocket and gripped it tightly. He wasn’t sure why he still had it. He wasn’t sure what to do with it anymore because what was the point now? As the train finally stopped, Joe quietly followed the crowd out the doors. He wasn’t sure if the silence inside the train was worse than the bustling crowd that was in the station. Either way, it was making him feel frustrated and angry.

He just wanted to scream. 

Joe didn’t want to go home so instead, he opted to go to the pub right by his flat. Maybe a couple pints of beer could get him to sleep tonight if he had enough of it. Entering the crowded pub, he headed towards the bar. He immediately ordered himself a pint and settled into one of the stools. He let his mind wander again towards the memories of them together. All the happy ones and all the times that they fought. Maybe it was just the matter of time that she was going to get tired of him. 

Joe wasn’t surprised anymore. He was a fucking mess. 

An actor, who traveled all the time for work. No one could understand that. No one was able to handle that, and he couldn’t blame her for it because he knew his job wasn’t easy. It wasn’t a normal 9-5, Mondays to Fridays. It was hectic, always in the spotlight and full of different strangers trying to dip their opinions on every move he made. 

“Deep thoughts?” 

Joe’s thoughts were interrupted as he gazed up and saw you. 

A playful smile tugging on your lips and a pint of beer in your hand. You were in a wool coat, nice trousers and a button up shirt. You just left the office and decided that a little drink wouldn’t hurt after a long week. It was a Friday after all, right?

Silence.

Joe didn’t reply to your question as he sipped his drink, but you seemed to be interested in this curly haired, sad man in front of you. 

“You know sometimes…” You added, leaning a bit forward. “They said it’s better to vent to strangers because then, you don’t have to see them after that.”

“Is that so?” Joe finally answered.

You let out a fake gasp, a smile plastered on your face. “Oh, he speaks.”

“He doesn’t speak.” Joe argued. “He also apparently doesn’t know how to propose.”

Joe couldn’t help but think that maybe you were right. It was better to rant to a stranger because London was a big enough city for you two to not run into each other again. Plus, if he kept everything in, he might just finally explode. 

“Oh.” You pout your lips. “She said no?”

“Not ready, she said.” Joe replied.

You nodded your head and took a sip of your drink before saying, “How long?”

“Five years.”

That answer got Joe gulping on the rest of his beer until the glass was empty because five years. Five years, and she wasn’t ready? Maybe he was the problem, and she just couldn’t say it to his face. 

“I’m sorry.” You tutted softly and ordered Joe another drink. “Here… looks like you need more of it.”

You slid the pint of beer towards him. For a moment, Joe stared at the glass in front of him and then his big wet brown eyes gazed up at you. Why were you being so nice to him? Why did you even care about what was happening to him? You were nothing but a stranger, but he couldn’t help but feel comfort in your caring. After all, he had a long day.

An embarrassing one.

“So…” You leaned your chin against the palm of your hand, your eyes sparkling with interest. “Tell me every detail.”

It wasn’t that Joe minded that a stranger was so interested in his personal life because being an actor, everyone seems to be so interested in that anyway. It was just that you seem different. You seem to genuinely want to know and be there for him. He wasn’t sure if it was your brown eyes staring into his or the aura that you were giving out, but he didn’t hesitate to start explaining everything that happened. The whole time, you never interrupted. You never tried to cut him off nor looked bored from all the venting that he started to do. You sat there and actually listened. 

It was in the middle of Joe’s venting where he paused for a moment and realized something. Maybe she was right. Maybe the relationship wasn’t working out because he just now realized that not once has she ever listened to him like this. Just let him vent about his day and be there for him. She never did that. Joe was always the one who tried to be there for her and did the effort in the relationship. She never did. 

“What is it?” You asked the moment Joe paused. 

“I—” He shook his head, taking a sip of his drink.

“C’mon, you already told me everything. You can’t stop now.” You chuckled softly. 

“I just realized something…”

You raised your brow, waiting for him to continue. 

“I just realized she never listened to me.” He murmured. “It was always about her. It was always about her never getting what she wanted and how she was never happy with anything.”

You hummed softly. “Sounds like a brat.” You teased.

Joe couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly at your little comment, but he saw how your eyes widened after those words slipped out of your lips. 

“I…I’m sorry…” You stuttered. “I didn’t mean it that way.” 

“No.” Joe laughed. “She was a brat. I agree.” 

You bit your lower lip as you laughed with him. It was the first time you saw him smile the whole night. The sound of his laughter was like music to your ears, and you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself that you were able to atleast make him smile and laugh. 

“She was spoiled.” Joe added. “She would throw tantrums whenever she didn’t get what she wanted.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head. “And you wanted to marry this child?”

Another joke, another laughter slipped out of Joe. He continued to rant about this woman, and you listened. Another drink was ordered and another laughter slipped out of him as you told him another joke. You didn’t even know this man’s name in front of you, but you liked listening to him. 

Be there for him. 

It was like you two just clicked right away. 

Later that night, Joe had asked you if you wanted to join him outside for a smoke break. You didn’t really smoke, but you went out there with him anyway. You leaned your back against the brick wall, your eyes scanning the empty streets of London as Joe did his thing. You didn’t say one word. You just pulled your coat closer to your chest and gazed up at the starry night sky. 

“I’m Joe, by the way.” He finally introduced himself as he put out his cigarette. 

You introduced yourself to him, and you realized you weren’t strangers anymore. You knew his name. You kept remembering the comment you made to him earlier this evening. How it was better to vent to a stranger because you might never see them again but now, you knew each other’s name. You knew half of his story. 

“What’s your story?” Joe asked, leaning against the brick wall next to you. 

“My story?” You laughed softly. “It’s boring.”

You turned to see Joe staring at you, waiting for you to answer his question. You let out a sigh and turned your body so that you were facing him. Your left shoulder leaning against the brick wall now. 

“Got a big sister, but she lives outside the city. Parents are divorced, I live down the street in a small flat, and I work in a bio lab office.”

“So, you’re a scientist?” Joe smiled.

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. “I’m far from that. I just do the paperwork.”

Joe hummed softly. “It definitely sounds boring.” 

You chuckled softly, nudging him with your shoulder softly as you both started walking down the street. Your eyes went back to where Joe’s hand was. Inside his coat pocket again. You have noticed it all night, but you never asked or said anything about how his hand would sometimes slip inside that right pocket, but you knew what it was. You knew what was in there.

“Can I see it?” You finally asked. 

Joe paused in his tracks, another surprise that he noticed about you tonight. You tend to read his mind so well. He didn’t have to ask what you were talking about. Instead, he slipped that red velvet box out of his pocket and handed it to you. Grabbing the box from the palm of his hand, you opened it and gasped softly.

It was stunning. 

“Wow.” You whispered, staring at the shiny ring. 

“It was my grandmother’s.” Joe muttered, his eyes found his feet on the ground. 

“It’s beautiful.” You handed the box back to him. “It deserves to be in the hand of someone that truly loves you.” 

Joe nodded his head and played with the box in his hand again.

“It does.” You smiled, setting your hand over his. “I know it hurts right now, but you will find someone deserving of your love. Someone who would understand every corner of your mind. Someone who would appreciate your efforts and understand that you also have your own career and life. Someone who understands that you are able to balance that.”

Joe’s chocolate button eyes stared into your brown ones for a moment. How were you this wise over these kinds of situations? How were you able to find the right words all the time? How were you able to understand him this much? Joe was with her for five years, and she never was able to understand him. 

“How do you know how to say the right words all the time?” Joe laughed softly. 

“Imagine having to work with the person that left you after four years. After you promised each other that there was no one else.” You said. “Seeing him everyday is like a reminder of what happened. A reminder of the things you two had built together, and it was shattered into a million pieces in just a second. Seeing him be happy with someone else, while you sat there frozen.”  

Joe shook his head. “And you can’t just move into a different job?”

You shrugged and laughed. “I’m petty.” You joked. “But moving out of the job that I love just because of him? That wasn’t going to be enough reason, especially after all the hard work I have put into that career.” 

Joe nodded his head in understanding as you shrugged and smiled at him. “You get wiser though.”

“Well, after our talk tonight, I definitely realized a few things.” Joe gave you a warm smile. 

You smiled and stopped in front of your front steps. “Well, this is me.” 

Joe gazed up to your flat building and back down at you. “Thank you for tonight. Really.”

“You know sometimes, when one door closes, one door opens. They’re never all closed. Sometimes we just don’t see that.” You stated. 

Joe’s eyes scanned you, and he couldn’t help but admire you so much. How smart and confident you were after everything. After having to still even see your ex everyday, you were still very positive about everything. He didn’t even know what he was going to do next after everything. How was he able to go home tonight and get used to the fact that she wasn’t going to be there anymore? 

But you standing there in front of him, another feeling had washed over him. 

Hope. 

Hope that he will be able to get up and move on from this. Seeing you stand in front of him and realizing that you were the one who was able to go through every corner of his dark mind tonight and was still able to stand here in front of him and look at him the same was giving him a different feeling. How could a person that he just met in just a night knew him better than the person he was with for five years? 

Maybe she was right. Joe thought again. 

“You’ll find something real.” He heard her voice echoed through his mind again. 

Maybe she was right. Maybe this was meant to happen.

You watched as Joe stepped closer to you, your breath stopping for a moment. His eyes never left yours and both of your faces only were a few inches far from each other. Your fingers had found the collar of his shirt, gently rubbing the fabric of it. 

“Joe…” You whispered, breath hitching. “I don’t think this is a wise idea after everything.”

Joe bit his lower lip and nodded his head. “Thank you.” He whispered before stepping away from you. 

You gave him a small smile and said, “How about coffee tomorrow?”

“I’d like that.” Joe replied. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You smiled, taking your keys out of your purse. 

You watched Joe walk down your steps and before he could get any further, you exhaled sharply. 

“Joe!” You called out. 

He immediately stopped and turned to you as you ran down the steps with a big smile on your face. You gently leaned in towards him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. 

“Goodnight.” You whispered before running back to your front door and finally unlocking the door. 

“Goodnight.” Joe smiled, murmuring under his breath. 

He watched you close the door behind you, a small smile tugging on his face. For a moment, he thought about how shitty his day was but then, he also thought about tonight. He may have to come home to an empty flat tonight and feel every emotion wash over him all over again, but he also found that hope in your sparkling eyes tonight. 

As he slid his hands inside his coat pocket, he felt that velvet box again. He gripped it with his hand for a moment and exhaled sharply. 

One day, he knew that this would belong to someone who truly deserved it. Looking over his shoulder, he looked back at your front door and smiled as your voice echoed in his head. 

When one door closes, one door opens. 

The End.

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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

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A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language, death, blood, injury

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Chapter 9- The Accident

Slowly, your eyes began to flutter open, but everything was blurry and smoky. The sharp tang of gasoline and burnt rubber filled the air as you blinked trying to clear your vision only to be blinded by bright red and blue flashing lights.

In the stretched-out seconds that followed, every detail was becoming horrifyingly clear.

Vince crashed the car.

Shock ripped through you, icy and paralysing. Your hearing suddenly came back all at once like a switch had been flicked. Sirens wailed loudly in the distance, and you found yourself shaking, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away allowing the pain to seep through.

The entire right side of your body felt like it was on fire. Blood was plastered to the side of your face, matting in your hair and trickling down your neck, warm and sticky. Your right arm was cut open in various places, blood and glass covering your skin.

Your thoughts tumbled over each other in a frantic whirl as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

Ignoring your throbbing body, you pushed yourself up from where you had fallen between the seats and surveyed your surroundings. Cold fear wrapped around you, constricting your breath as you took in the sight of your destroyed truck. The impact had crumpled the entire passenger side of the car like a piece of paper. The spiderweb of cracks sprawled across the windshield obscured your vision of the outside, but it wasn't the outside you were worried about.

It was Vince.

Was he okay? Was Razzle okay?

Your heart pounded in your chest like a wild drum, each beat echoing your rising panic.

"V-Vince?" You tried to call out, but your voice was nothing but a cracked whimper.

Suddenly the back of your brother's head popped up from the driver's seat as he slowly looked around taking in the carnage around him. The radio continued to play cheerfully in the background, a stark contrast to the scene of destruction.

"Y/N? Are you- fuck. Are you okay?" Your brother groaned glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

Your eyes met Vince's, his face ashen and terrified, mirroring your own fear.

"I... I don't know." You mumbled wincing as you reached up and touched your face, your fingertips coming away stained bright crimson.

Blood trickled down from your forehead blinding your vision momentarily as you blinked away the sudden redness in your eyes. Pieces of shattered glass lodged in your right arm twinkled menacingly in the streetlights. The spilled alcohol over the backseat now seeping into the old leather seemed absurdly irrelevant in the face of destruction as you dipped your head back and closed your eyes trying to get your breathing under control.

"Wake up, man. Raz, wake up." Vince's broken voice spoke through the deafening silence. "Hey. Wake up, man!"

Your eyes snapped open at your brother's voice. His head was down looking at something and you forced yourself to shift in the backseat despite your aching body screaming at you in protest. You leant over the front seat with a wince and what you saw had your entire body freezing like ice.

Razzle was dead in Vince's lap.

He was dead.

In a blur of motion, police, paramedics and firefighters swarmed over the crash scene.

It all happened so fast.

Razzle was pulled out through the side window of the wreck. His body lifeless and unmoving in the arms of the paramedics. Vince was helped out through the same window and the firefighters managed to cut away the broken backdoor to get to you.

Once a paramedic had extracted you from the mangled vehicle and bought you to the ambulance, you took a look back at the horrific site you had been rescued from. The wreck was a gruesome sight, and it was one that you knew you would not be able to forget anytime soon.

The world around you was a swirl of chaos and confusion, fear wrapping around you like a stifling cloak. Police Officers asked a thousand questions while the paramedic pulled shards of glass from the right side of your body. That arm was now wrapped in a thick white bandage that already had bright red blood seeping through the material, but the paramedic was more focused and concerned about the cuts across the side of your face to do anything about it.

It should hurt.

You knew it should be hurting more than it did. Your arm was covered in gashes and in desperate need of stitches and you knew your face was probably worse, but you could barely feel anything.

You just felt numb.

A small voice in the back of your head was telling you that you were in shock, but that little piece of information did not help in the slightest.

The paramedic was speaking to you. Her lips were moving, but you could barely hear a word she was saying over the loud ringing in your ears. You stared at the mangled wreck that had once been your truck, a lump forming in your throat.

There was another car nearby that was totally destroyed, but you had no idea who was inside or if they had survived.

"Where... where's Vince?" You questioned, speaking up for the first time. "Is he okay? Where is he?"

"He's fine. The police are speaking with him." The paramedic answered nodding over her shoulder.

You looked in that direction and spotted Vince sitting on the curb, his arms wrapped around his ankles while he rocked back and forth. A Police Officer stood beside him writing stuff down in a notebook while watching your brother.

"I-I need- I need to see him." You stuttered, stumbling out the back of the ambulance.

"Ma'am, I need you to sit down. You'll be taken to the hospital shortly because the head wounds-"

You drained out the paramedic's words when you saw Tommy, Nikki and a few other familiar faces from the party suddenly rushing towards the crash scene on foot. The mansion was just down the road from here, they must have seen all the lights and sirens.

Police suddenly blocked their path from getting to Vince just as another Police Officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs and grabbed your brother's arm.

They were arresting him.

"No!" You shouted, shoving past the paramedic and rushing across the street just as the cop locked the cuffs around your brothers' wrists. "No! You can't take him! You can't!"

Vince glanced over at you briefly, his face pale and drained of all emotion as his tear-filled eyes locked with yours and he shook his head silently at you.

"No!" You screamed, hot tears rising in your eyes.

This had to be a dream. This had to be some fucked up sick nightmare. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening.

Suddenly, Tommy and Nikki were in front of you. They held you back to stop you from doing anything stupid while you watched on helplessly as your brother got thrown into the back of a police car.

"Vince..." You sobbed, tears now falling down your face mixing in with the blood.

Then, all at once, your adrenaline subsided, and the pain started.

Your body crumbled, but Nikki was still holding you, saving you from crashing to the ground. He slowly lowered you down to the bitumen, pulling you into his lap as you cried, head pounding and arm aching.

"It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay." Tommy frantically repeated kneeling in front of you but you weren't sure if he was trying to reassure himself or you more. "It's going to be okay. Vince is fine. It's all okay."

That was a lie though. Vince wasn't fine. You weren't fine, and Razzle was dead.

Nikki tightened his hold around you as if sensing your internal thoughts and you buried your bloodied face into the crook of his neck and cried.

-

Vince ended up getting arrested for drunk driving and vehicular manslaughter. He refused to let you visit him in jail. The few times you had gone there, he made the guards turn you away and when you tried to call, he didn't answer.

The people in the other car involved in the accident were both critically injured.

You hadn't been wearing a seatbelt. You shouldn't be alive, but you were. And in a cruel twist of fate's knife, Razzle was the one that was dead.

How was that fair?

Nikki and Tommy went with you to the hospital and refused to leave your side. After getting over 50 staples and stitches on your face and arm, you were allowed to go home.

Tommy remained by your side the whole time Vince was behind bars despite now having a new girlfriend, Heather Locklear, and should be spending time with her and not you. Nikki was the one who drove you home from the hospital and helped you get settled in but then he disappeared, not that you blamed him. What was he meant to do? You were fine, well, not really, but you didn't need a babysitter.

Once your brother was released from jail, you gave him a few days to see if he would try and contact you, but after a week of radio silence, you walked to his mansion to confront him.

He only lived a few houses down and you hadn't bought a new car yet. Not that you wanted too anyway. The thought of being inside a car again made you feel uneasy, so you stuck to walking.

Sherise answered the door when you knocked, and her face visibly flinched seeing you for the first time since the accident.

The stitches had been taken out, but the healing scars were now a permanent reminder of that horrible night. Your right upper arm was covered in various scars, but the worst was the thick jagged one that snaked down your right shoulder to your elbow that looked as sharp as the glass shard that had caused it. The raw scar made you wince whenever touched, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain you felt inside whenever you thought about the accident.

By some small miracle the scar ran perfectly down between your tattoo, splitting 'Mötley' and 'Crüe' in half without ruining the ink.

It was easy enough to cover your arm with long sleeves, but the scars on your face were not so easy to hide. Those discoloured scars that ran across your face served as a constant reminder of the accident. A reminder that you didn't want.

Tommy kept telling you not to hide them -not that you really could anyway- he said they looked badass, but all you saw was ugliness when you looked in the mirror.

"Y/N... I'm so sorry." Sharise whispered, her eyes shifting over each scar before settling on your eyes.

You smiled sadly at her, "how's Vince?"

"Not good." She admitted biting her lip. "I don't know how to help him with his guilt. He keeps pushing me away."

You sighed, "let me talk to him."

"He's out the back."

You nodded and made your way through the mansion before stepping out the backdoor to find your brother leaning against the railing staring out at the ocean.

"Why are you avoiding me?" You asked gently as if you were speaking to a terrified child not wanting to spook him.

Vinces shoulders tensed at your voice, but he refused to turn to face you. He kept staring out at the water, so you slowly walked over and leant against the railing beside him looking out at the golden sand stretching for miles down the beach.

There were a few dog walkers wandering along the shoreline. A young couple were sitting by a picnic further down the beach, but it was the two young kids out in the water on surfboards that caught your attention.

They couldn't have been older than 12, and it seemed like the little boy was teaching his sibling how to surf. Vince was watching them too and you smiled softly at the kids thinking back to when Vince had taught you how to surf at the same age.

"Did you see that?" Young Vince called out, running along the shore with his surfboard tucked under his arm.

"Yeah, I saw that!" His mother answered enthusiastically.

Her long white dress blew in the wind, sand covering her sandals as she smiled brightly behind her beautiful blonde hair.

"That wave was like seven feet!" You shouted, pointing at the waves in awe after watching Vince surf.

"10 more minutes? I want to teach Y/N." Vince pleaded, looking up at his mother with begging brown eyes.

Your stepmother looked out at the ocean worriedly before glancing between you and Vince with a small nod, "alright, 10 more minutes. But any longer than that, dad's going to be mad, okay?"

"Come on, Y/N." Vince encouraged, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the water. "You're going to love surfing!"

Nearly 10 minutes ticked by of silence while you watched the mini versions of yourselves out in the surf, but you weren't going to push your brother to speak.

Vince had just done jailtime. You knew without a doubt that he was blaming himself for Razzle's death which, yeah, okay, it was his fault for driving drunk, but it was a mistake and he owned up to that mistake.

"You don't have to talk about it. But I'm here if you want to." You offered, glancing over at him.

Vince sucked in a shallow shaky breath before he turned his head and his gleaming, tear-filled brown eyes met yours. Your heart shattered into a million pieces seeing your older brother look so utterly destroyed and without saying anything you held your arms out and he instantly stepped into your embrace.

His body trembled in your arms while you hugged him fighting back tears of your own as your brother cried softly in your arms. He needed you to be the strong one right now. You could cry about this later, right now, you had to be strong for him.

"I-I killed him." Vince whimpered. "I-I... I killed Razzle."

You squeezed your eyes shut trying to force your own tears at bay as you hugged your brother tighter.

"It's not your fault." You whispered, but he shook his head against you.

"It is. It is. I- I fucking killed him."

"No. It could have happened to any one of us. It's not on you. Raz made his choice to get in the truck. It was an accident." You insisted, pulling away and grabbing your brothers' shoulders holding him in front of you, but he kept his head lowered with his hair covering his face. "Vince, look at me. Please, look at me."

Reluctantly, Vince lifted his head exposing his tear-streaked face as he stared at you from behind his blonde locks, but his eyes flashed up to the harrowing scars that painted the side of your face.

One bloodied scar ran down through your eyebrow narrowly missing your eye and slicing your cheek below it in a perfect line. The other was engraved along your jaw, half hidden by your hair, but Vince could still see it and his expression dropped into instant guilt.

"Fuck. Y/N-"

"It's not on you." You insisted, shaking your head. "It is not on you."

"Your face..."

"They're just scars." You reassured, but your brother looked ready to start crying all over again. "It's fine, Vin. I look kinda badass with them." You added with a gentle chuckle causing Vince's mouth to tick up into a small smile which you were going to call a win.

In truth, you hated the scars.

They took away your hopes and dreams because backup singers were meant to be beautiful, and the scars were not. How could you possibly stand on stage while looking like this? You couldn't.

But were you going to admit all that to your brother? Absolutely not. He already felt guilty enough as it was. He didn't need to hear or worry about your new insecurities. 

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I would love a "Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot" in the POV of Hiccup again. The way you write from his perspective is great to read, especially with him fumbling (literally and figuratively) around our reader.

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 16

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,107

Hiccup talks to his dad and does some illegal town-ly maintenance. Stoick finally asks Hiccup to stop following you but he’s unfortunately a little late on the draw.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Hiccup’s POV, unedited

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Hiccup stared out a crack in the door, pulling on the corner of his coat.

There was a short crunch from off to the side as he wondered what had brought you up the hill.

He could try the colored tailfins again. That was sure to catch your attention.

Hiccup had spent his afternoon hiding around corners shiftily, carrying seeds he’d just picked up from the docks and secreted away in his coat, sneaking back to his home.

Someone had been hoarding them, and it took him a pretty penny to get his hands on. 

He’d never saved anything ever and he worked at the forge scott free so it was more like something he’d have to pay in favors. Hopefully it was worth it.

He saw you walking down the hill from his house to the village and peered down at your retreating back as you became a speck, standing up on his toes in order to try and get a better look as the angle of his house on the hill became more and more of an issue.

He made a mental note to ask his Dad about why you were up there later.

He heard another crunch from the side.

Hiccup wasted barely a moment to shoot Toothless a look of betrayal, half marred by betrayal at his nonchalance as the Night Fury chewed on kindling and tracked it all over the house.

Said dragon’s head was low to the ground as he brunched through solid charcoal, paws awkwardly gripping the nearly horizontal end of the log.

His Dad was definitely not going to like that.

He promised himself that he was going to throw an eel into the fireplace when he had an eel. Hiccup made a note to jot that down for later.

His stupid dragon could be bought out by fish pretty easy on a normal day, but never when it came to his kindling. 

He’d clean it up later.

He spent a moment longer looking outside at sunny fields and almost didn’t notice the heavy beating of footsteps behind him and the shutting of the backdoor.

“Hiccup.”

He startled, turned and smiled awkwardly, face and shoulders stiff as he turned around, feeling and probably looking like a plank of wood.

Knowing he was there didn’t ever make it any easier.

He was met face to chest with his Dad, who he had to crane his head to look up at, looming above him.

His Dad talked to him to confirm if he was coming home that night for family dinner instead of going to the hall, something which no one else did. Hiccup wasn’t even sure if that was a privilege only they got or something.

Family dinners were definitely a new thing and Hiccup wasn’t sure how he felt about them, especially when most were spent chewing in silence.

He wasn’t sure if they could really be called family considering they were missing a very important member.

He had also, coincidentally, been avoiding his Dad.

Especially when he breached the subject of girls. But Hiccup wasn’t sure his Dad knew which girl Hiccup liked. He was able to shoot off a quick excuse and run for it, usually. He was very good at that. 

But really, who had he been talking to? Gobber?

His father cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing towards the door and back at his son, “So, you like-”

Definitely Gobber.

“Nope, no,” Hiccup said in a tone he hoped was dry, shoulders stiff as he stared at the wall out of the corner of his eye,  ignoring the slightly cold sweat that was beginning to gather at the back of his neck, “Can we talk about something else?”

Stoick gave him a look, “Don’t be following her around, you hear?”

“Huh?” Hiccup asked, voice cracking awkwardly.

Hiccup shoveled a palmful of dirt over a small lump in the ground with his hands, knees digging into the overturned dirt below, feeling pleased with himself. 

He sat back on the ground, pulling his legs out from under him to sit in something resembling a loose leg cross. 

He dropped his hands into the dirt, not minding the grit as it dug under his nails.

He stared at the good sized pouch by his side, mostly empty.

Getting ahold of the seeds was difficult considering you were the one and only delivery girl on Berk.

The package was a sort weighty, though nothing anywhere near unmanageable.

He wondered if it would be appropriate to get you a satchel or something. He could make it out of some of the leather he had left lying around the forge. He could pull out some tools, too, and print a few knots around the border of the hypothetical top flap. 

The beads dotted around the twine encircling his wrists and lining the draws of his tunic shifted, making a sort of barely noticeable crumpling noise as he moved.

You gave him a lot of those. Did that count as you liking him back? 

Hiccup groaned, leaning back on his hands and blinking into the sky, then closing his eyes.

He’d never been the type to wear jewelry -he’s always imagined that to be Snotlout’s thing, he always eyed that one guy down by the docks with the nose ox ring- but you gave them to him. 

He, against all odds, liked them a lot.

He wasn’t a planter, either. He hated it, actually. But… You said it. Girls liked flowers. Girls where you came from liked flowers. Girls here liked flowers, maybe. Hiccup never asked.

How long did it take roses to grow, anyways?

Hiccup shifted slightly, staring at one end of a scaled wall, debating whether or not it was a good time for him to bolt away from the flowerbed he was crouched on, despite the permission he’d gotten to be there.

Certain types of dragon dung made plants grow faster. He picked that up from some of the grain harvesters down by the fields, overheard it while he was messing around when he was younger, definitely illicit and something that they didn’t want getting back to his Dad then and something that, recently, Fishlegs was amicable enough to confirm.

Hiccup made an expression he hoped conveyed his appropriately sectioned disgruntlement.

He poured some into the large dragon feed bins. When the dragons dropped dung from the sky, they’d also be dropping rose seeds. They didn’t pass through dragons like they did other animals. Hopefully no one noticed.

Maybe he could find an import somewhere for a full bush. But he didn’t have anything to trade.

He didn’t even know if there were full rose bushes in the Archipelago.

Once they sprouted, convincing the other Vikings to take care of the rose bushes was going to be difficult, if the sprouts didn’t get trampled first.

He could pass it off as some public service effort, but really he was just doing it to try and woo you. The public service thing would definitely please his Dad, though.

Oh, gods. Hiccup was hit with immediate regret. 

The dragons were definitely going to burn the rose bushes and he would have spent a handful of coins for nothing. 

Could he paint the roses? He still had paint left from the other day. It made great fireproofing. He thought about making a mask, or something. That would be cool.

How much water did roses need, anyways?

He had no idea how he was going to convince his Dad that pipes were worth the resources it’d take to make and maintain them.

He imagined talking about it over the dinner table. Definitely not.

“What are you doing?” Came the deep-ish squeaks of a voice, probably a mirage, called to him like a fairy or a fae or a troll or something evil because he thought it. He ignored the thick shadow that overcame him.

“I can help!” The voice of Fishlegs squeaked again.

Hiccup glanced to the side, where indeed Fishlegs was looming over him, “Unless you like growing things, you can’t help me”

“I like gardening,” Fishlegs insisted, “And I’d… I’d like some flowers for R-my mother!”

“Roses?” Hiccup asked, leaning on his knees.

“Oh-oh!” Fishlegs said, “If you need help, if you’re trying to- you know, for her- she and my mother-”

He scowled again, feeling sort of grumpy and a little bit sad.

Hiccup definitely didn’t have a mother for you to learn with. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to take advice from the lord of suck. Again. Even if it was good advice.

“R-Right, well, nevermind about that,” Fishlegs continued, though Hiccup didn’t pay as much attention to why, “You need help growing roses?”

“No,“ Hiccup urged, miming to Gobber, arms waving from where he stood, alarm rocketing up his spine, secreted away in the shadows of an alley with Toothless.

Said Gobber was too busy peering around Hiccup’s father’s side to pay him any mind, roughly pushing his Dad’s tough, metal plated shoulder, urging him forwards.

Hiccup pulled his prosthetic out of the slightly sunken ground, where it had dipped in after he had tried to go around patting down damp upturned dirt with his boot, a leftover from the other day he’d spent planting seeds around Berk with Fishlegs.

Toothless, being Toothless, snorted, nodding to both Gobber and Hiccup’s father, blending slightly in with the shade in which both he and Hiccup hid.

Hiccup glared at him.

Toothless dropped his eyelids and stared blankly back as if asking Hiccup what he expected.

“I know, Bud. You don’t need to say it,” He grumbled.

How a dragon could be so expressive was lost on him.

There was obviously not much Hiccup could do to rebuke him, a few tons heavier and a lot more fiery in the throat than Hiccup himself in a very literal way, but he was sure he was going to kick the Night Fury off his bed the next time he tried to crawl in.

Hiccup liked it better when he was sleeping on his own anyways. Unless, of course-

Toothless smack him on the back of his head with his tail.

“Ow,” Hiccup rubbed his head, grumbling at his dragon.

Toothless slept on the foot of his bed some weekends which was a pain in the leg. Time two when, on special occasions only, he tried to set it on fire in his sleep.

You were standing in the sunlight, booted toes digging into the dirt, looking quite confused with a pile of possibly clean laundry in your arms, draped over both and occupying the grip of one hand, a coat with the Thorston crest thrown over your shoulders.

Stoick looked back at you with a blank expression, his large beard twitching. His helmet seemed to cover half his face as he stared blankly forwards. 

He looked sort of exhausted by the situation as you stared back, with another thin package in your other, free hand.

Hiccup couldn’t believe it.

Gobber tried to nudge his father forward again with his hammer arm, which didn’t do much. Even jumping into Stoick with his shoulder didn’t do anything and Stoick didn’t move an inch until he chose to move his feet, looking back at Gobber tiredly.

“What is your relationship with my son?”

“Huh?” You asked. He heard your voice vaguely from where he stood, not particularly hidden around the bend of a large house frame.

You seemed very focused on his Dad, though. Anyone would be in the situation. At least, that’s what Hiccup thought.

Everything in him burned with embarrassment. A little bit of him was very irritated with his Dad, sort of annoyed, too. 

Who tipped him off, anyways?

“How…” Hiccup’s Dad looked down at the card, comically small compared to his large hands, “Do you handle responsibility?”

Gobber threw his hands up in the back, waving them around like very thick sausages, freezing only when, finally, he caught Hiccup’s eye, frozen like a Terror on top of a fish barrel.

“Do you have any parents who would be open to discussion about-” Stoick asked gruffly, looking very unimpressed as Gobber walked up and tried to smack him on the back of his head, gesturing towards where Hiccup was hidden in an alley, trying to turn his attention away from you and only him.

Tried, being the key word.

Hiccup choked back a yelp as he half scrambled half backed very dignifiedly further back into the alley, swearing to the Gods Almighty that- Well, that- He couldn’t do much on his Dad’s front but he was definitely never talking to Gobber again.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader

[cybervesna]

C:\>cd HAX C:\HAX> ICBRK.exe

### BACKDOOR ENTRY EXECUTABLE PROGRAM ### [*] Starting the payload handler... PORT: 1 Connected status - scanports -s ARASAKA 0034 [ARSK-ID4813122051] NAME_____________SHR____%CPU____TIME____%MEM____PID wiosna_data_________0_______3.9_______1s_______23________8_ ACCESS AQURED Status: Starting upload of D:\WIOSNA\spr1ng_data_01.pdf Status: Starting upload of D:\WIOSNA\kochanowska_data_02.pdf Status: Starting upload of D:\WIOSNA\ath3n4_data_03.pdf Status: Starting upload of D:\WIOSNA\lucyfer_data_04.pdf I wanted to make Data Entry of Wiosna in a similar way as Mr. Hands was portrayed - Her entry changed depending on if my Vincent met her or not. The funny thing tho, is that Wiosna had so many masks, that one can lose oneself in trying to understand that. Unlike >Wiosna Blazkowicz< entry, these were written from the perspective of the situation V is in, not me presenting you the overall character.

Here's a little explanation: SPR1NG - Her publicly known name. That entry would be in my V's databank during Phantom Liberty events.

Wiosna Honorata Kochanowska - Her actual birth name. This identity is known to her family and Arasaka execs (and Kurt). My V would "unlock" this entry after meeting her after the Parade.

ATH3N4 - "Who? Me? Nothing. Just hanging around." Lucyfer - That is the most important character of Wiosna's story and I'm not even joking. I finally went around making him in-game so he deserves his entry. [Template] by me

#wiosna blazkowicz #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 oc #my oc #vesna blazkowicz #cyberpunk 2077 fanlore #cyberpunk 2077 headcanon #phantom liberty #cyberpunk oc #phantom liberty oc

[aemiron-main]

Outside The Wall: What Would El Have Seen If She’d Gone Through The Tunnel During NINA?

So, I was rewatching the tunnel scene during NINA, and something hit me- what would El have seen if she had gone through the tunnel during NINA?

Sure, IRL/in 1979, if she’d actually gone through the tunnel, she wouldve seen the forest outside of the lab/the rest of Hawkins etc etc.

But what about within NINA? What if NINA El had gone through that tunnel? What would be on the other side? Does NINA simulate anything beyond the lab? Would it have just been an empty void? Would El have gone into another part of her own mind like how she goes through various parts of Max’s mind later on in S4? Would El have ended up in Henward’s mind like how Max found a backdoor into Vecna’s mind and what I’ve talked about with a.) Henward being sentient and present during NINA/hooked up in a NINA tank and b.) this post that I made re: a “backdoor” into Vecna’s mind and how a “backdoor” is a coding term, which would tie into NINA’s computer programming.

And this also makes me think of Pink Floyd’s The Wall & all of the references to The Wall in ST, versus the white bricks in HNL during NINA resembling the white bricks from The Wall, versus the direct reference to The Wall right after that tunnel scene:

Versus the song “Outside The Wall” from The Wall, which is about the idea of breaking the cycle (staring at El’s literal cycle in the beginning of NINA where she’s stuck in a loop/cycling through all those doors that lead to the rainbow room), and also about how what it takes to break that cycle is a change in perspective- to break down the wall/ specifically to get outside the wall/out to the other side of the wall, which is exactly what El would have done if she’d gone through that tunnel.

Would El getting outside of HNL have ended a time loop? Would it have ended the simulation entirely?

What would El have seen outside the walls of HNL if she’d gotten out during NINA?

I wonder if she would’ve gotten a literal change in perspective- if she would have, maybe, ended up seeing stuff through Henward’s eyes- especially with what I just talked about re: a backdoor into Henward’s mind and also what I talked about in this post with the line about how a “scared enough ONE” might use the tunnel, and the idea of Henward having tried to escape the lab via the tunnel when he was younger/small enough to use the tunnel.

#stranger things #st vs the wall #henry creel #el hopper #st nina project #st music

[back2bluesidex]

you belong with me ❤️ Jin x reader pls

and maybe where he’s Taylor in the situation and wants reader ? If not that’s fine too 💕

thank you and have a nice day !!

You Belong with Me - KSJ

Pairing: Jin X Reader

Theme: Fluff, a little angst if you squint, best friends to lover au

Word Count: 795

Song: You belong with me

Warnings: none

Minors and Karens aren’t allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Thank you so much for this request anon! And I hope you like it.

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“Screw Kim Namjoon!!” You huffed as you shoved another spoonful of ice-cream in your already filled mouth. 

“Easy, Y/N. Easy.” Jin tries to calm you down as he puts the bowl of chips on the coffee table, right in front of you. He props down beside you and puts a chip in his mouth. 

“Easy? He called me complicated, Jin!! I, the most transparent person on this earth, is complicated? How the fuck that makes sense?” You semi-shout at your best friend. 

“Not everyone has the same perspective, Y/N. Neither do they have the same heart.” Jin speaks quietly, his attention is trained on the movie playing before you two. 

“Yeah yeah and I don’t want anything to do with a peson who clearly doesn’t share the same perspective as mine.” you shove yet another spoonful of ice-cream in your mouth. 

“Oh really? Wasn’t it last month when you said you can totally see yourself getting married to this Namjoon guy?” Jin mocks you. 

Your shoulder slumps at Jin’s reminder. It’s already your third fling this year and none of these were worth your time and effort. Do you even deserve to date or should you sign yourself up as a nun?

Your silence makes Jin a little worried, he sits up straight and naudges your side, “Are you hurt? Did you like him that much?”

You are so busy in your pity party that you did not notice the hint of something akin to heartbreak flashing through Jin’s beautiful dark eyes. 

“No. Neither. I just am-” you pause, “Do you think I will ever find someone to love me? To cherish me? To be crazy about me?” 

Jin doesn’t know what to reply. He wants to scream at your face that he loves you, he cherishes you, he was, is and will always be crazy about you. But he chooses not to do so. 

“You are blind.” he replies quietly, averting his eyes from yours, fiocusing on the movie again. 

“I- what? What do you mean?” You ask, confused. 

“You remember when Jimin broke your heart, you drove to my apartment in the middle of the night?” He asks quietly, his eyes are now focused on you, gauging your reaction. 

“Yes, I do.” 

“I made you laugh with my stupid dad jokes. Next day you went back home smiling, nearly forgetting you broke up the previous night. Or that time when I stood outside your backdoor just to know if you are fine when you found out Kim Taehyung has been cheating on you?” 

You smile to yourself unknowingly, “Yeah. You stood there for two hours before I opened the door.”

“Yes. wheneven you had a heartbreak, I was the one to collect you from all over the places and put you back into yourself. Even now, you are complaining about yet another guy and look who’s here to help you vent? Me.” he pauses. Jin is serious, he is not smiling, his eyes are not mischievous, which is once in a blue moon occurrence. You sit straight, without taking your eyes off him. 

“The answer to your question is Me, Kim Seokjin.” Jin mutters. 

You feel your head spinning as if it’s gonna detach your body and fall on the floor. 

“What do you mean, Jin?” You place your question, already being half sure of what he actually means. 

“If you could see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me” Jin gulps the thickness that formed in his throat he doesn’t know when and then he does what he should have, a long time ago, he confesses. 

“I am not smart like Namjoon. I can’t dance like Jimin nor am I charming like Taehyung but I can love you much better than any of them. I have been loving you better than them. I am in love with you, Y/N. Why can’t you see that?” Jin finally says. 

He half expects you to scream at him or throw him out of your house but what he doesn’t expect is you climbing on the top of his lap and placing your lips on the top of his. You place a chaste kiss and then reply, “Only if you confessed before, it would have saved a lot of my precious time Jinnie.”

“Does that mean-” 

“Yes. I like you. I am not in love yet. But I realized I like you a long time ago. And nothing worked with those guys because I kept on comparing them to you. Deep down I always knew I belonged with you.” 

Jin pulls you in for another kiss as you both find each other’s embrace old and cozy yet new and exciting. 

#bts fluff #seokjin fluff #bts angst #seokjin angst #bts x reader #seokjin x reader #seokjin fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #jin fluff #jin x reader #jin angst #bts x you

[cursedvibes]

"Don't interfere with Gojo's fight, you'll only be a burden" 🤡 anyways I think we all agree this was a terrible fight with a terribly executed ending. It feels like bad writing, with Gege unsealing Gojo and not knowing what to do with him having a bunch of characters waiting to progress and be developed. Just unnecessary, like what did the fight accomplish? Gojo straight up forgetting about Megumi and being like "oh nvm, i was never gonna win anywyay" just feels OOC.

One of the most anticipated fights in the whole manga and it was kinda trash. I hope the plot moves along now. Like you said, I want to see the students fighting Sukuna and Kenjaku, also give me the parent Kenjaku reveal moment with Yuji, Gege, and some KenJin flashbacks. Perhaps add in a little "Jin is actually alive". As compensation.

Also waiting on that Sukuna/Yuji fight. Please Gege let that one be good.

I don't know if it's because Gege lost passion for the story, but there would've been dozens of better options on how to do the fight besides "students sit on their ass and watch the live stream of their teacher's death". F in chat, guys! No, don't interfere, that would be too interesting and feel way too natural.

I really don't want to be this harsh, but everything since Gojo's unsealing has just been very questionable writing decisions. I like the Culling Game actually, I enjoyed it more than Shibuya, even when we were focusing on characters I didn't care as much about. It didn't have the constant threat of death I expected, but it was still good and I especially liked all the new lore and character exploration. Execution of Yuki's death was meh and there could've been done more with the fight, but it still moved me. Tsumiki turning out to be a piece of cardboard was my first real disappointment, but I could've looked past that if her and Yorozu's death would've been executed better. And after that it was just kinda...bad.

Angel agrees to unseal Gojo without explanation despite refusing to do that earlier. Backdoor has no drawbacks, Gojo is just out now. He's kinda weird post-Prison Realm and definitely different from before with changed priorities, but we don't get anything concrete about him or his time in containment that would give more depth to this. He just feels kinda detached. And then one month timeskip. I still remember when people said we would get flashbacks during the fight to explain what the characters were up to. But nope, nothing. Who knows if the main characters have an actual plan, Gojo definitely doesn't seem prepared. We get vague hints at Gojo using his time in the Prison Realm to adjust his domain, but we don't hear his perspective on that (would've been too interesting), we are just told about how he must feel by other characters. It's such basic things that could have made this fight more engaging and moving, but we barely get anything. On top of that it is stretched over 14 chapters and 4 months for no reason. Just make it hit harder from the beginning and shorten it that way. Kenjaku and Yuki were powerhouses and they didn't need this much time. Also the constant Gojover teasers got old very fast.

However, Gojo did manage to strip Sukuna off his domain and Mahoraga, so that will make things a little bit easier for the others. Sukuna can't just vaporize everyone with Malevolent Shrine anymore.

With the Kenjaku vs Gojo fight not happening, I am more confident though that we will get more focus on Kenjaku & Yuuji and explore their relationship and past. Feels like there will be more time dedicated to them, although that also depends on how Yuuji vs Sukuna goes. I am very excited for what's to come either way.

#sorry for the rant #Gege danced around Gojo's death for 4 months because they had no idea how to pull it off it's so silly #jjk spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk 236 #asks

[holy-puckslibrary]

← previous month’s round-up

here's a list of everything i published in the month of DECEMBER

˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗ 

━ see the special events below!

━ none this month! 

━ FICMAS (tumblr)

˗ˏˋ THE MRS. CLAUSE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — NATE MACKINNON x claus!reader premise — when she took the reins as the world's chief claus, her father forgot to disclose one very pressing hidden clause in the job contract…  cw — me getting way too into the lore of the council of legendary figures, reader is blinded by stress and nate is in lurrrvvv, and some mild angst wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ HOLIDATE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader premise — in order to avoid the annual interrogation into his love life, jack hughes enlists his longtime friend to be his totally platonic plus-one for the holidays. cw — alcohol mention, jack being moody while luke and quinn are menaces, and reader and jack are idiots (in love, affectionate) wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ CANDY CANE GRAM ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — teacher!JEFF SKINNER x teacher!reader premise — their students decide to play matchmaker before a school dance; will their scheming pay off? cw — me using jeff as an outlet for the degree in education i don’t use bc i would like to be financially stable, jeff and reader being sneaky sneaky, kiddos trying to play cupid, and my history major jumping out! wc — 2.4k

˗ˏˋ THE NANNY ON THE SHELF ˎˊ˗ ➤ series masterlist   pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x reader premise — in erik's absence, his nanny takes over staging the family's elf on the shelf in order to keep the magic alive for his children. results are… questionable. cw — pre-relationship/pre-therapy erik being a dick and josie being sassy (if you can’t handle the heat, get outta the kitchen — looking @ you ej…) wc — 1.1k

˗ˏˋ TRADITION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing — dbf!SIDNEY CROSBY x reader premise — it may not be the right plant, but it's close enough to justify upholding the festive tradition. cw — unspecified age gap (everyone's legal, dw), smokin' grass (oiud, a joint, mary jane, whichever term you want to use), 18+ content — innocence/corruption kink, adult language/dirty talk, sexual activity under the influence between two consenting adults, fingering (r), oral (r), slight exhibitionism kink, unprotected p in v + creampie (a very merry chrysler to you) wc — 4.4k

find more more holiday content ˗ˏˋ HERE ˎˊ˗

your fellow readers (and my lovely patrons) gifted you some spine-chilling spice this holiday season! be sure to thank them for their generosity when you get a chance <33

˗ˏˋ FARMER’S DAUGHTER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — foreman!JOSH ANDERSON x farmer’s daughter!reader premise — she’ll always remember the time she let her daddy's foreman soil her in the middle of his pasture… cw — backdoor play, costumes/roleplay (kinda sorta), + risky location/exhibitionism, implied age gap, outdated patriarchal beliefs, innocence kink, corruption kink, slight humilation kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, slight overstim, unprotected p in v, possessive!josh x virgin!reader (outdated definition and beliefs here, too) and just general filth wc — 3.5k

˗ˏˋ BONER-KILLER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — camp counselor!JACK HUGHES x camp counselor!reader premise — no machetes, no hockey masks… at least, that’s what he promised. cw — a few jokes about death/dying and murder, rather short n tame ("vanilla") barely-there spice from me???, jack being a little shithead (and a little switchy omg), a smidge of angst, and spoopy ending… (kevin heimbach hive rise!) wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ NEW PERSPECTIVE ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — (soft)dark!stalker!QUINN HUGHES x grey!reader premise — in his own shadowy domain, he could be whatever and whoever he wanted… cw — dom!reader + subby-as-hell!quinn (ngl he’s kind of a pathetic loser here, but that’s why we love him), m!receiving oral (perhaps too much idk you tell me) + cum play x2, quinn rendered dumb and speechless by his raging humiliation kink and his need for degradation (and an itty bitty bit of praise — quinn: new kink unlocked), i have been plagued w ball play as of late so im subjecting yall to it, mention of edging and orgasm denial, oh and just some pheromone kink bits and a cute lil oral fixation moment or two, nothing to see here! wc — 4k

˗ˏˋ LIVE DEMONSTRATION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) ➤ series masterlist pairing(s) — camboy!MITCH MARNER x camgirl!reader (+ some special guests) premise — their first performance with a live studio audience! cw — cameos…bc cameo lol, public sex (a literal audience), unprotected boinking + creampie, some reach-around finger-bang action, unprotected coitus + cum play bc mitchy is nasty, praise kink influencer!mitch — "content, baby, content!" (name that vlogger lol), brief past phone sex (kinda? idk you'll see), discussion of sex work and the selling of items wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ A PEARL ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — captain!ERIK KARLSSON x reader premise — its the rum talking… or is it? cw — stranger sex and CMNF, 18th century purity culture and oral (f receiving)  wc — 600 (preview of my POTC au)

find more spooky content ˗ˏˋ HERE  ˎˊ˗

━ WHAT I POSTED ON PATREON 

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — firefighter!QUINN HUGHES x reader premise — over a decade ago, jack hughes broke her little sister’s heart. out of loyalty, she hasn’t spoken to his elder brother, quinn hughes, since. the holiday season is brimming with miracles; will a mended bridge make the list this year? cw — angst with a fluffy ending, quinn and the reader being overprotective idiots, named sister!oc (for the reader), kinda non-linear timeline, and less dialogue from me than usual wc — 2.7k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — baker!NICO HISCHIER x wedding planner!reader premise — nico, the owner of the most sought-after bakery in town, has always had a crush on the reader, an equally popular wedding planner in the area. never more than acquaintances, they still bonded over a shared love of sweetening memories for their special clients. without words, he can tell something is different this time – something is wrong. something happened last christmas; can nico save her from tears this year? cw — angst, mention of infidelity (not on or by nico), a failed engagement and some scrooge-esque pessimism, and some tooth-rotting, cliché fluff! wc — 1.6k

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — MICHAEL BERZATTO (fx’s the bear) x reader premise — he should be at the celebrating, but he isn’t. he was, but not anymore. not after she called. instead, he’s playing… knight in shining sleigh for his kid brother’s childhood playmate. there’s only one way for this night to end… and it won’t land either of them on the nice list this year… cw — unreliable narrator + self-deprecation, age gap, non-canon timeline for the bear (because i don't want to do math lol), mention of reader x ritchie and implied past carmie x reader, alcohol, a lot of degradation, thigh riding / dry humping, orgasm denial, spit play, unhealthy people in an unhealthy non-relationship relationship, a pinch of misogyny, slight impact play, and slight inappropriate use of a santa costume… wc — 2.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ˎˊ˗ (social media au) pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader; jack hughes x olivia rodrigo (iykyk); COLE CAUFIELD x reader premise — inspired by the song of the same name off of sab’s fruitcake ep cw — mention of cheating, me villianizing jack a wee bit, well-deserved cole love, and me having too much fun with famous!reader

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x nanny!reader ➤ series masterlist  premise — (set before the main story) every member of the johnson household loves christmas. all but the patriarch, whose heart seems to be two sizes too small. there is one person, however, who might put things right… cw — too much time in grinch!erik’s head, erik being a douche canoe for no reason and mopey because he’s emotionally constipated, alarming lack of josie and reese, and mel stirring the pot wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ (𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN (tg: maverick) x bradshaw!reader premise — a christmas miracle is orchestrated by the one person she least expects. cw — a cheesy nickname, mention of candy, an only child writing sibling banter, me not being over goose’s death (that i’ve only seen once because i physically can't experience that again), a smidge of angst followed by tooth-rotting fluff, a wee bit suggestive at the end, and my inability to keep a story contained to one upload wc — 1.8k

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐑𝐒. ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — professor!SIDNEY CROSBY x TA / grad student!reader premise — red lips, green envy. cw — nameless biotches trying to steal our man!! power imbalance, secret situationship, references to sex but nothing descriptive, and angst angst angst but some fluff for good measure too, some oc deets added to the reader (nothing physical) for story purposes, and insecurity being a bitch but sid is so words of affirmation slay <3 wc — 2.3k new au verse coming soon!

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader premise — during an island getaway, festive fury brings unspoken truths to the surface. cw — white people vacationing in hawai’i, mention of alcohol and liquid courage, reference to (past) underage drinking and (past) sex between consenting minors, mention of elementary age-bully, matty being a jealous, elitist douche via inner monologue and a loser-boy via sudden on-set of foot-in-mouth disease (very dangerous — stay safe out there, y’all!), reference to virginity / a lil slut-shaming, angst with a fluffy, suggestive ending wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — grinch!JAMIE DRYSDALE x martha may!reader premise — jamie hates christmas, but it may just all be a misunderstanding. cw — jamie being a passive aggressive baby because he's emotionally constipated, references to childhood bullying, emotional cheating / physical cheating (not on jamie or the reader, brief and kinda wholesome), jamie smoking a cig bc ~stressed~ (and a lack of healthy coping skills), mention of blood/violence (super brief), and references to an angel tree topper but no religion or religious components wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — single dad!MATT MARTIN x ballerina!reader premise — its the first role many young ballerinas aspire toward, and matt’s daughter is no different. however, matt has different aspirations for this season’s sugar plum fairy… cw — an age gap (unspecified, but mentioned), naughty things in a risky and wholesome location, me caring too much about stage costumes, non-hockey playin’ matt (implied), unprotected p in v coitus, and matt being a dirty simpy dog for his kid’s favorite person wc — 1.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖! ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JOE BURROW x reader premise — an unexpected road trip with his best friend’s little sister becomes a bit more than joe bargained for—in the best way possible. cw — insensitive comment about concussions, awkward!joe 🤍's the reader, + reader has a fear of storms and an overprotective brother wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — JEREMY SWAYMAN x reader premise — his california girl has never seen snow. this isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but she's not complaining… cw — this is straight-up p*rn. cum sharing/cum play, unprotected anal sex + ass eating from the back🙊, manhandling (affectionate), bondage via ribbon, spitting <3, minor objectification + minor discussion of injury, hints of overstim, personification of body parts, and dom!sway being a downright filthy menace ass man with a condescending potty mouth (pun not intended, but funny nonetheless) wc — 1.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; background trevor x the boys; slight jamie x mason premise — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving? cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 & 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — movie!MIKE SCHMIDT (fnaf) x reader premise — mike has something very specific on his list this christmas. cw — slight festive roleplay, breeding kink to the max (with the explicit intention of getting her knocked tf up), mike being obsessed with tits (and having a raging lactation kink), nipple play, dry humping & domestic dirty talk, no p in v (happens off-page/screen), mention of a past pregnancy scare, me wanting abby to be happy with every fiber of my being, and potential FNAF spoilers (honestly, not really) wc — 2.5k

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[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; Light Me Up by The Pretty Reckless (Part II)

GOIN' DOWN

I don't wanna bother you.

I've got a sin to confess.

I'm just (AGE), if you know what I mean.

Do you mind if I take off my dress?

Let me get to the good parts.

Might wanna cross up your legs.

I've got envy, I've got greed, anything that you need.

I'm not above having to beg.

There was this boy who tore my heart in two.

I had to lay him eight feet underground.

All I need is someone to save me

I am goin' down.

There is just one other thing.

I have a simple request.

Could you give him a nod in my direction?

I would be in your debt.

Perhaps there is something that we could work out?

I noticed your breathing is starting to change.

We could go in the back.

I didn't wanna do it.

I caught him with another woman in the bed I made him.

I put him in a grave.

Now there's no one left around to get me off when I want.

Now I'm on the run.

Why did I have to go and kill him when he was the best I'd ever had?

NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

It's such a long time.

In a heartbeat, I would do it all again.

I try real hard but I can't forget.

Now I see that you and me were never meant to be,

I'm lost somewhere.

I've got nothin' left to lose.

Jesus and rock 'n' roll couldn't save my immoral soul,

Callin' out sins just to pass the time.

My life goes by in the blink of an eye.

I know you want me.

I was only looking for a friend.

Everything that I was and everything that I've become just falls into the end.

YOU

You don't want me like I want you.

You don't need me like I need you.

I want you in my life.

I need you in my life.

You can't see me like I see you.

I can't have you like you have me.

You can't feel me like I feel you.

I can't steal you like you stole me.

FACTORY GIRL

Won't you pardon me?

I can make my whole world in a backseat.

Could someone save me?

Save me from what I'm on

Wait a minute.

Can you show me to the party?

Just let me in through the backdoor.

Just let me in.

It's gonna be a real good time.

I'm waitin' for my man on Hollywood and Vine.

Gettin' done in the L.A. Sun.

I'm on New York time.

Take a look at those red lights.

I'll show you something if you show me a good time.

I'll let you in through the backdoor.

Here she comes.

She's comin' around again.

Hey, can you let a couple of my friends in too?

FAR FROM NEVER

I know I fucked up this time.

Just give me one more try.

I know you've made up your mind.

Leave me here behind you

All the things you said made it harder to breathe.

You wouldn't save me, but you blame me.

The fire just died.

It's gone forever.

The chance to live our lives, it's gone forever.

So far from never,

I know I messed with your mind.

I know I wasted all your precious time.

No one will never let you down.

You said you'd never let me down.

EVERYBODY WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME

Take a piece of my life.

Take a piece of my soul.

Take a piece of my face so I can never grow old.

Take a piece of my heart.

Take a piece of my brain so I can never be smart.

Everybody wants to see me down.

Everybody wants something from me.

Take a drink of my drink.

Take a drag on my drag

Take a shot of the good and take a pill for the bad.

Take your momma's advice so you can do what is right.

Take a knife to the bed and take a gun to the fight.

Come on and make me.

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[queentheweeb]

Correctional Officer Izuku X Male Prisoner Reader

A/N: This is set in modern times and you are not a murderer, rapist, or drug dealer. You are in there because you stole a car for a joy ride. You have to serve a month.

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If you knew that stealing that damn old racist bastard's car was going to earn you thirty days you wouldn't have done it. You even put gas in it! Checked his oil and everything! Honestly, it could have been a year but, with a good lawyer, a clean record, and not damaging the car plus bringing it back, it got you thirty days. You foolishly thought it wasn't going to be a long thirty days but woooooooooweeeeeee one week in and you wanted to fucking die. You somehow managed to get the resident rapist's attention and he tried to make you his bitch but you stood your ground. You were not going to have a dick up your ass when you didn't want one. Consent is key and you'll be damned if your back door got violated because of some horny bastard high off of steroids. Of course, it earned you a trip to the infirmary but you didn't care. Your backdoor wasn't violated and you were escorted by the finest correctional officer in the whole damn building. He had an undercut and unruly green hair, green eyes, and freckles to die for. You can tell he was soft and squishy as a kid but he needed to toughen up his body wise and he passed. This man had to be '6"3 or '6"4 and normally you're a switch but you would be a bottom for this hunk of meat any day. So, naturally like the awkward freak of nature you are you tried to strike up a conversation. Keyword. Tried.

"The nurse will be with you in a minute." He looked you up and down and you smiled at him. He gave you a grimace shaking his head before walking out and going back to his job. You felt dejected but, put it into perspective. If you were in his shoes and then all of a sudden a newbie inmate came in trying to strike up a conversation all bloody and bruised you wouldn't be too keen on talking to him either. You decided to try a new method and tell him that you weren't bad. You were in here for taking a cranky old racist car for two hours and bringing it back filled with gas and all of its parts checked. That was a couple of days ago and you somehow became friends with a guy named Spinner and the resident pyromaniac Dabi who were in there for a few years. Dabi tried to set his abusive father on fire who was currently doing time in another prison, Spinner was in there for robbing a bank. They both got in at the same time and were set to be free in a year. 

"So you're telling me that they fucking put you in here with murderers, rapists, arsonists, and robbers all because you borrowed a car and brought it back in tip-top shape?" You nodded your head vigorously agreeing with the ludicrous situation.

"Exactly. He's a racist fuck and I needed to get somewhere quick so I borrowed it and brought it back! He overreacted! I filled it with gas, oil, antifreeze the works!" Unbeknownst to you, you were being watched and listened to by the greenette that caught your attention. He thought you were a typical rapist or wannabee robber but when he heard what you were in here for he had to check your files. He discreetly left and went to the files room to look for the newest inmates. When he found you he was surprised. You were telling the truth and had never been in trouble before and now you had a record and were ruined for life. Yeah, he got that you shouldn't have done it but, jail time wasn't necessary. With a heavy sigh, he decided to stop ignoring his curiosity and interest in the inmate and decided to make a move. You were there for only 2 more weeks and he doubted very seriously he was going to see you ever again so this was his only chance. He left the room to return back to the lunchroom only to notice that you were gone and Dabi and Spinner were giving him knowing looks. 

"Your bottom went back to his cell," Dabi smirked nastily making a crude gesture with his fingers and it took Izuku's training to keep from blushing. He simply smirked showing his fang he purposely got enjoying the momentary surprise before turning on his heel and going to find his little curiosity. Izuku was no longer that shy boy that everyone stepped over. He was a '6"4 250 pound muscle bound man who took shit from no one especially his now best friend Katsuki. He shook his head not wanting to focus on himself but, on the task at hand. He looked in the cells ignoring the cat calls, rude comments, and wolf whistles. He was used to it by now, both he and Ejirou got the brunt of it but, they both took the weirdly placed compliments in stride. Once he found his target he was glad no one was in the neighboring cells. He banged on the bars to get his attention

"Hey Y/N." He smirked at the way the man jumped before grinning and flexing just a little bit. He took pride in his body and liked the way Y/N was looking at him 

"A-ah. Officer Izuku. How can I help you?" He didn't want to admit it but that damn smirk and fang were doing things to him that they shouldn't be doing but, here he was.

"I read your files and you really are a good man. You got another 14 days before you're out. Never been in trouble besides stealing a car for two hours and bringing it back in good shape. You just got the short end of the stick." You weren't sure how to react to this information. You were wary that he knew so much but, then this was potential for you two to talk possibly if he was single. You hoped he was single. And gay. This man better be gay. God, please.

"Yeah. I'm never going to be here again. I can't wait to get out." You started rubbing your neck sheepishly not noticing Izuku digging into his pocket to grab something.

"Come here." Maybe it was the tone but you found yourself pressing up against the bars. "Here." He grabbed you through the bars and stuck something in your back pocket patting your butt twice. "When you come out call me. I'll take you out to eat. My treat." He smirked showing that fang again before pulling away and walking away but, not before throwing you a look over your shoulder. Once you were alone you let out a girly squeal spending the next 3 hours committing his number to memory and wishing these next two weeks would fly by already.

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Thoughts?

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[yb-cringe]

About q!fit always being the sole survivor and alone, there a video I watched awhile back of his about NOCOM on 2b. At one point on the server he was the only one on because of how all the bases got griefed from the backdoor. Imagining that from an in lore perspective that’s got to be a whole new level of terrifying.

Everyone is usually out to kill each other in a vast world full of people, an incredible disaster hits and to your knowledge you are the last one standing.

god. like whats worse yknow? dying by ice or fire? either the wastelands are swath with killers and threats or theyre so empty it tells him hes the only man alive. that he may continue to be the only one alive.

#qsmp #asks

[eurekavalley]

I'm a niche fan of final seasons in general, especially shows where the original creator has been fired or unable to come to a contract agreement that almost everybody else hates. (See: The West Wing post-Sorkin, and the last season of GIlmore Girls.) So watching the last season of Northern Exposure for the mark David Chase left on the show is in my wheelhouse.

-- Unsurprising that the character arcs are written with more cynicism and less whimsy. Some characters are stronger - Marilyn Whirlwind gets noticeably more lines, even more attitude, and is treated more as a person than an enigma (like 90/10). Others like Chris seem to lose their centers. The perspective change on Chris' womanizing, from the earlier seasons that treat it as harmless and generally respectful that he attracts every hot, educated, NPC woman in Alaska, to something empty inside him that needs to change, is kind of jarring and more judgmental and normative. Ed also loses some innocent qualities, but his is a coming-of-age arc so that fits more.

-- More focus on pairings and less on individuals - we lose Maggie and Joel, but spend a lot of time on Maurice and Barbara (autistic cop ever?), Phil and Michelle, Ruthann and Walt, Maggie and Chris, and Ed and Heather.

-- 'Little Italy' is, if not a backdoor pilot for The Sopranos, a space where you can see Chase working out his ideas about Italian-Americans and their nature. (In fact it feels pretty essentialist.) It is exactly 50% charming to add a previously unacknowledged, secret Little Italy to an 800 person town in Alaska and 50% obnoxious and self-indulgent.

-- A lot of people hate the Capras, but Phil and Michelle's biggest sin is not being Joel and Maggie. The show's biggest sin is resolving Joel leaving but forgetting that Maggie was always his other half in the narrative. I actually love the whiplash of 'Full Upright Position' to 'Up River', and most of Joel's time in the wild (although there are some cringe-worthy moments there too), but the lack of vision for Maggie and not carrying forward the dead boyfriend motif is pretty lazy. I'm supposed to believe she just got over her flirtations with death? Pfft.

Overall, B-/C+ of a final season.

#northern exposure #david chase #the writing in Full Upright Position and Up River reminded me of Wexler v. Goodman and Fun and Games to be honest

[punmonster]

Additionally! I am quite interested in why exactly it was Dante and Don specifically that Heathcliff opened up around. We've seen scenes from outside Dante's perspective before, if I'm recalling the Sonia and Hermann scene correctly, so I doubt that'd be an issue.

But first of all, Heathcliff has been shown to worry about both of them at different moments, Don in Canto 4 after she takes a hit from the bomb-bot, and Dante in Canto 5 after taking a harpoon to the shoulder. As well as them both wanting to help him during the event as the inciting incident possibly pushing him to have more trust in them. Especially given his source material isn't exactly full of the kindest people imaginable.

There's also the recent introspection he's been doing, both in the recent backdoor cutscene and this event, possibly looking to other people for examples of how to better himself - leading him to look Dante and Don. Primarily, I believe, in how Don seems so passionate about helping others in pursuit of her own brand of justice, possibly relating to the theme of revenge he's got and he sees that as justice, at least in the source. Dante on the other hand, I am less sure about. There's nothing I believe I can directly connect with Heath's motives like with Don, but they were the one who asked in the first place, and don't exactly seem the type to pass judgement on others, so he might just've felt comfortable enough to say it.

Also DHD is now precious to me as a trio, and seeing a more serious part of Don was a treat!

Good day! -[⏰]

don heath friendship so precious to me. he saw her threatening to eat her own bastard chicken in 3.5 and he picked it up and threw it in the first face he could find. that wasnt impulse to me, he could have just let her eat it. but she tried to stop a kids dad from being dragged away. seeing someone with that sense of right and wrong really struck a cord with him.

dante has had their survival instinct wiped, so they also have a decent sense of whats right. i think heathcliff sees that in them and knows by now that dante is pretty honest. a conversation between the three was easy because he just trusts them. neither of them are going to shut him down for 'not getting with the program' and all that.

another thing! dante is impulsive. throws themselves into danger if it means helping someone. gets put down early for making mistakes. comes off as a bit incompetent sometimes. they think very badly of themselves. so that rashness and self-hatred is another thing they have in common

all three together, now thats fun. dante doesnt have to be a silly little jester by themselves miserly making shameful mistakes. theyre all making fools of themselves /together/

it makes me excited for canto 6

#limbus company