#okay i'm gonna add some tags that hopefully will work??

[fairlyang]

Easy money I 🕷️

in which your roomie needs your help for a shoot

w/c: 3.1K

pairing: pornstaroomie!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. tension, recording, groping, fingering, squirting

notes: all my readers loved this series and might’ve been peer pressured for a part 3 but I’m kinda excited to write it :D gonna post this rn and maybe part 2 tmrw, finish up all my part 3’s soon hopefully

part two — part three

I heard a knock on my door so I lowered my music from my airpods. "Come in!" I yell and turn to look at my laptop.

I hear the door open and Miguel clears his throat, I turn around to look at him and raise an eyebrow, "what's up?"

"I need something from you...." He says and takes a step inside.

"Like what?" I ask and he takes another step forward.

"You're gonna have to hear me out alright?" He says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay..." I say and take my airpods off leaving them on my desk before turning back to look at him, giving him my full attention.

"I need you to step in for tonight's shoot..." he says and I burst out laughing.

"Are you fucking joking?" I say and shake my head. Is this man serious?

"I need your help Y/n..." he says nearing the edge of my bed and I groan.

"Why me?"

"The girl I was gonna shoot with canceled on me last minute and all the girls I usually shoot with are unavailable." He explains and I blink.

"Andddd you are already here...." He adds and i scoff.

"Not really sure I'd wanna expose myself like that Miguel." I say and stand up, walking over to my bed and plop down on it.

He sighs and sits on the edge of it and looks at me with pleading eyes. "Please? For me?"

"And the camera would hide your face, so unless you have any noticeable tattoos on your lower body then I think you'd be in the clear." He says and I bite my lip. Well there lies the problem...

I blink looking at him in silence making him scoff as he widens his eyes slightly then his lips tug into a smirk. "Where do you have it?" he asks and I feel my face heat up.

"Uh that one spot that's like lower, inner hip..." I say quietly and turn my gaze to my window.

There was really no reason for me to be acting like this- but that tattoo wasn't exactly somewhere that most people in my life know.... So maybe... just maybe...

"No face?" I ask and he nods.

"You know I don't even show my face-" he says with a small smile.

"I know but I don't know if it's different for the girls you record with." I say and shrug.

"It depends on them mainly, I'm not gonna force anyone I work with to show their face if they don't want to." He says softly and I nod slowly.

"And you wanna do this like right now?" I ask and he nods again.

"Jesus-" I mutter and run a hand over my hair.

"Up to you but you know I have a lot of loyal subscribers and make decent money off this..." he says and I chuckle.

"Because the girls love your voice and body." I say and he smirks making me regret my choice of words. And queue to him being obnoxious about it...

"I-"

"Think so huh?" he teases in a cocky tone making me groan.

"Fuck off." I say and grab a random stuffed animal from my bed and throw it at his face.

He laughs and holds it, it was so small compared to his hands. Oh god-

I mean of fucking course I've noticed how fine he is- it was the first thing I noticed when I was interviewing people to be my roommate, he was the hottest man that came in needing a place to stay.

I didn't just decide on him because he was hot but because he seemed chill and not like someone that would murder me in my sleep.

But I never made a move on him, neither did he. We've just always had some type of tension that neither of us ever paid attention to... I guess until now..

"So what exactly did you plan to shoot?" I ask and let out a sigh.

He grins and scoots closer now sitting by my legs as they were stretched out. "I was thinking fingering."

I nod and bite my lip, "hmm.."

"Up to you I won't force you but just think of the fact that you'd be getting paid to get fingered." He says and I snicker.

Sounds like easy money...

And I'd get an orgasm out of it...

"50% of whatever the video makes will go to you." He says and I bite my lip.

"You're really laying it on thick there Miguel... you that desperate?" I tease and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Yeah actually, so just let me know within the next hour before I just decide to do a solo vid." He says and stands up.

I sigh and nod, "I'll... think about it...." He smirks and gives me a wink before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind him.

I sigh and lay down on my bed, should I?

I mean there's no denying the fact that I always listen in when he has someone over to record... or even checked out a few of his videos on pornhub...

maybe even possibly masturbated to a few of his audios... or the ones where he fucks himself with a fleshlight...

Letting out those incredible moans for everyone's very own pleasure, how selfless.

But he wanted to record for onlyfans which was for the ones who specifically pay to view his content, which apparently was a lot and the thought alone was a little nerve wrecking.

What if someone I've been with before recognized my tattoo and tells people I know? I'd be fucking done for and I'd just die on the spot of pure embarrassment.

But the money- how could I say no to that kind of money? Especially when seeing the views just his previews on pornhub get-

I'd be so fucking stupid to pass this opportunity...

Fuck it.

I get up from my bed and walk to my door quickly opening it before stepping out onto the hallway. I then do the walk of shame and walk to Miguel's room.

I made my mind up a little too fast god I'm not gonna hear the end of this from him-

I step in front of his door and knock twice before hearing a laugh. I groan and cross my arms across my chest, patiently waiting for him.

He opens the door with a wide smile but before I could even say a word my eyes trailed down his chest then to his abdomen. A small happy trail going down caught my eye as a pair of grey sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly.

God he looked so good...

Wait- how the fuck did he change so fast?

"Did you just assume I was going to say yes?" I ask, quickly looking up at him.

He shrugs and opens his door wide, motioning for me to step inside. I roll my eyes but walk in nonetheless, seeing that he was indeed very desperate for this. And apparently eager.

"I knew it'd be something hard for you to say no to." He says and shrugs, closing the door behind him.

"And I had an idea for more anonymity..." he says and walks past me.

He walks over to his desk and picks up two masks, robber masks. "We could put these on." He says and throws me a pink one.

I catch it and look down at it, cute.

"Just casually had these huh?" I mutter and play with it between my fingertips.

It only had three holes, obviously for the eyes and mouth. It honestly didn't shock me too much that he had these especially considering he didn't make content showing his face at all.

"Alright ready?"

"Where are we doing this? Should I change? Should I put makeup on-"

"Calm down-" he says and laughs, shaking his head at my sudden worries.

"We're doing this in my bathroom, I already set the camera and lights up." He explains and I nod.

"As for your clothes if you want I can give you one of my shirts and you can just leave your panties on." He says looking me up and down.

I wearing a SZA shirt with Cookie Monster pajama pants.... Yeah I definitely could've changed but maybe got a tiny bit excited..

He walked over to his dresser and picked the first one of top and then tossed it over to me. I caught it and unfold it to reveal a Nirvana tee. I shrug and walk over to his bathroom with him right on my tail.

I walk in then stop and quickly turn around to point a finger at him, "you're waiting- you can wait a few more minutes there O'Hara." He chuckles and backs up letting me close the door.

I quickly take off my tee shirt and put the one he gave me on. I leave my shirt on the sink then I slip out of my pj pants and realize it wasn't a big deal if he watched because he was going to see it all right now anyway.....

I look in the mirror and take a deep breath, I was really going to do this.... We were really going to do this...

I then take notice of the ring light and tripod that were right in front me. This was getting so real so fast and it was making me more nervous than I expected.

I breathe in then breathe out. I do it a couple more times and feel some nerves leave my body but some still lingering around.

I turn around and walk towards the door, I open it wide and Miguel stands up from his bed and walks over. "Finally." He teased and I chuckle.

"My bad." I mutter, turning back around and walk to the sink, leaning against it as Miguel walks in.

"You're good, don't worry it'll be fine." He reassured and gives me a small smile.

He walks over to his tripod and sets his phone on it and goes to the camera. He turns to me and motions for me to stand in front of the camera. I nod and do so, leaning against the seat with my nerves growing every second.

"Alright we're gonna start, if you need me to stop at any given moment just tap my thigh or anywhere twice okay?" He says and I nod.

"Audibly please?" He says and I chuckle.

"Yes I understand."

"Okay good." He says and throws me the pink robber mask.

I move all my hair to my back then slip it on. I fix the holes to align to my mouth and eyes then see Miguel doing the same. "This'll be fun." He mutters with a slight smirk on his face then he presses the button to record.

He walks over to me and gently puts his hands on my cheeks then leans in. I lean up and he leans down removing the last amount of space between us and crashes his lips onto mine. I kiss back and put a hand to his jaw and the other on his neck.

I then feel his hands slide down my body, at first staying at my waist, gripping my skin softly through the shirt until his hands go lower and his fingertips are playing with the hem of his shirt, near my ass.

He slid his tongue in my mouth and continues toying w his shirt, bringing it up slowly as our tongues fight for dominance but I stood no chance. Suddenly I feel a hard smack against my ass making me moan in his mouth.

He smiles and pulls away just to go down and start leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck. I sigh and tilt my head to the side as he slightly moves the mask to leave a mark where he wanted. He sucked on my skin then licked it softly before leaving a kiss on it.

I smile and grab his head, making sure he stayed in place as he kept playing with the skirt. He pulls away again and this time bringing the hem of the shirt up, slowly. He turns me around slowly so my behind is what the camera will see and lifts the shirt completely over my ass.

Another smack.

Then to the other cheek.

Another smack on each one, definitely already making them red and it seemed like he wanted to keep going because of the noises that were leaving his mouth. Such delicious groans.

He keeps pulling it up, exposing my entire bare back to the camera but my tits to him. He quickly brings it up and over my head, throwing it on the floor then quickly cups my tits and squeezes.

I gasp when he pinches both nipples then quickly turns me around so my ass was on his already hard bulge. His hands continue squeezing and I felt purely at bliss, heaven on earth even.

I lay my head back against his chest which makes him lean down and leave a kiss on my neck then suck gently on the skin as his hands continued kneading my tits.

His right hand then lets go of my boob and slowly trails down my stomach, as if easing me in, making me feel comfortable first. I grab on to his left arm and try to stand still, I already felt like I was going to go crazy and maybe fall over.

My fucking roommate was doing this- and he had such a good hand for these things so this was gonna be perfect.

His hand goes between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy through my panties. I spread my legs to help him out when he starts rubbing circles on my clit. I moan and buck my hips forward, already wanting more.

And he gives me just that, he starts going faster and I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric of my little panties. "Miguel-"

He hums then rubs along my slit, my arousal already able to soak his fingers. How embarrassing.

He then removed his fingers making me whine until he pulls my panties down and lets them slide off my legs. I step out of them and kick them farther out, out of shot.

I spread my legs again and he doesn't hesitate to immediately start rubbing my clit again, not caring to ease me in anymore. He moans into my ear and dips his fingers on to my folds, my wetness enveloping them as he teases my hole making me grip harder onto his arm.

He moved that arm to grip on to my waist while I still held on to it for dear life. I couldn't trust myself to stand I knew I'd just end up falling and he was a big boy, he could handle me.

He then slid a finger in, slow at first until he slammed it in without warning. I gasped and clung on to his arm. He then started pumping in and out, deep and slow.

He started going faster, hitting deeper now until he fully stopped and added a second finger in. He started moving again, going faster and harder, making me a moaning mess as I looked down to watch in awe.

"Look how easy you're taking me baby." He murmurs in my ear and I couldn't help the whimper that came out of me.

"Feels so good-" I moan and he hums, pumping them even faster.

I felt myself clench against his fingers and listen to how fucking soaked I am, he barely even touched me..

"Rub your clit for me." He whispers and I nod, immediately bringing my right hand down to rub my clit in fast circles.

I moan out for him and he coos dirty little nothings into my ear as he starts curling his fingers up and hitting that sweet spot every time.

I was starting to feel my orgasm creep in already which had me shocked but then realized who was the one doing this to me...

"Fuck- Miguel-" I moan and lay my head back against him, he leans down to kiss my cheek oh so sweetly.

He then brings his open hand and starts pinching my left nipple, I felt my legs shake as he continued and I was slowly down because I was feeling so fucking close.

"Don't stop baby, be a good girl and keep rubbing that clit until you cum for me sweet girl." He murmurs and I whimper, clenching against his fingers as I rub my clit faster feeling that knot in my stomach about to burst.

"Miguel please- so cl-"

I dig my nails into his arms making him groan but he didn't say to stop. I felt my eyes growing hazier by the second and my thighs were trembling more and more by the second.

Suddenly I see white, I cry out and feel my climax crash and take over my body. I closed my eyes and almost fell to my knees, had Miguel strong arm not held me. My legs were trembling and Miguel's fingers were still inside, slowly fucking me through my orgasm.

I held onto him for dear life and start to calm my breathing down as I open my eyes, then quickly widening in pure shock, I had squirted all over the place.

I gasp and move my hand away from my clit, I stood silent, still in Miguel's arms in pure embarrassment. Squirting always felt so embarrassing, especially now because I didn't even mean to-

"That was probably the most perfect shoot I've done thus far." Miguel says making me scoff.

"I'm being so serious." He says finally taking his fingers out of me slowly and brings it up to his lips.

I tilt my head and look up, watching as he sucks on his fingers covered in my juices. Holy fuck.

I blink watching him as if in a trance, then he looks me directly in my eyes making me subconsciously squeeze my thighs together.

He takes them out with a plop and gives me a wide grin, "sorry but we have to do that again in the future...."

I laugh and look down embarrassed, I shrug and straighten up, "I guess we'll have to see if the people liked it..."

"I'm sure they will." He says and laughs.

"Let's get ya cleaned up then maybe we can watch a movie, if you'd like." He suggests and I look up at him and nod.

"That'd be perfect."

#miguel ohara smut #Miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #Miguel O’Hara smut #miguel spiderman #Spider-Man #across the spiderverse #easy money

[carlyraejepsans]

Setting up AO3 Enhancements on a mobile browser

Hey there! Do you:

read fic primarily on your phone?

feel tired of having to punch in a lot of filter tags every time you browse for fics?

have an android device?

then I might be able to help you make fandom a cozier place! (and hopefully nip future drama in the bud, lol)

With this post, I'm gonna guide you through the process of installing the AO3 Enhancements browser extension, normally only available on desktop, on your mobile device. It works a charm, and I've been using it for months, and it's made the Undertale tag navigable again despite my utter disinterest in AU content.

Here's an archived version of the full post in case my dumbass accidentally deletes it for some reason

Let's get started!

UPDATE: For IOS users! You can download the browser app "Orion" which allows firefox extensions! No need to do this procedure, just install it and download the extension as you normally would from Firefox Add-ons

1) Download Firefox Nightly.

For those who are hearing of it for the first time, Firefox Nightly is a separate Firefox browser made specifically for developers. The name itself is due to the fact that it's patched and updated on a daily (er, nightly) basis. This makes it more prone to crashing and issues than the standard Firefox app, but I've switched over to nightly as my main browser months ago now, and if I ever encounter a problem, I just... download the latest update and I'm good to go.

What's crucial about Nightly, however, is that it gives the user access to various additional features. One of them being desktop extensions on mobile, which is what we're here for.

Here's the Google Play link.

2) Make a Firefox Account

This will be necessary to install the extension later

Once you've done that, go to the Firefox add-ons website and log into your account in the upper right (where it says "Biscia" in the screenshot below). Click on "View My Collections"

3) Making an add-on collection

Since browser extensions are technically blocked from being directly installed by the browser, Nightly offers a workaround.

Create a collection, and give it a name without spaces to avoid errors.

4) Adding the extension

Here is the link to ao3 enhancements (if it's not showing up, try reloading the page in desktop mode). Scroll down until you see the option "Add to a collection" and select the one you just created.

You can do it with any extension! Go nuts. There's lots of good stuff out there. Just remember that it's not guaranteed every one of them will work, since they aren't intended to be used on a mobile device.

5) Activating debug mode.

In your browser, tap the little sandwich menu in the bottom right, scroll down and click Settings. It should be under "Save to Collection".

Scroll down even more until you reach the "About" section, and click on "About Firefox Nightly"

Click on the firefox logo 5 times, and it should be done.

6) Activating your add-ons

Go to "View my profile" as seen in the screenshot in step 2. At the end of the link, there should be a string of numbers. Copy it.

After this, go back to the browser settings again, scroll down until you reach the add ons section and click on "custom add on collection". Paste the numbers you copied from your profile where it says "User ID", and the name of your collection EXACTLY as it appears in the link, where it says "Collection name". Mind, it's case sensitive.

Press okay, and it should kick you out of the app. Open it again and, going in add-ons then add-ons manager, you should be able to add your extension.

ATTENTION!! If you get the error message "failed to query add-ons" you either inputted the wrong user id or the wrong collection name

To avoid this type of issue, don't name your collection something that has spaces or punctuation in it, as it might mess with the link formatting.

7) Setting up your AO3 enhancements filters

If everything's worked out fine, you should be able to visit ao3 and see a new drop-down window.

Click on it, click on option, and it should open up a new window with all the settings available! Tweak them to your heart's content. Though mind, the background tag wrangling done by the ao3 volunteers doesn't work with this extension, so the extension is going to hide only the works tagged EXACTLY what you filtered. Character for character. This makes things a bit tricky when people aren't consistent with their tagging, but if it proves to be enough of a problem, you can just filter out the author name in full and be done with it.

You can choose to hide the fic behind a "show" button, or make it not show up at all. If you choose the latter option, and you blocked a tag that has lots of fics, it might look like certain pages of searches are almost empty, since all the fics were hidden.

And that's it! I sincerely hope this helps people avoid their triggers and other topics that make them uncomfortable. No more excuses fellas. You find a tag you haven't filtered yet? You add it to the list and move on. Easy peasy.

Hope I haven't missed anything. Let me know if you need any help!

#undertale #ao3 #fandom #underfic #technically #deltarune

[cursedhaglette]

Shoutout Sunday

it is so freaking kind of @littlejuicebox and @tallymonster to tag my work in their shoutout posts, so i wanted to add my own recs of fics i am currently wishing I could leave 1000 kudos on.

also fair warning, i'm a long fic girl. give me an OC to be obsessed, someone i can imagine my own hanging out with, and hopefully one that their author is also obsessed with. i wanna feel that through the writing. and with these, you can.

Pieces Left Stuck in Your Teeth by @howlsmovinglibrary / @wetcatspellcaster - i couldn't put this down when i started it, to the point i was reading it in the car when i should have been grocery shopping. i couldn't stop. it is witty always, devastating at times, and this version of Astarion is just terrible and hilarious in all the best ways

Not Your Sweetheart by @kittenintheden - the most natural dialogue I've ever read, and also the most hilarious. kitten also has such a talent for writing every character in a way that has me laughing each time anyone in her fic speaks. unless it hurts, in which case, it's gonna hurt a LOT

I Want to be Better; Let's Make Each Other Worse by @redrook - my frequent writing bud who's ideas outdo my own more often that not, Jack is an absolute genius and their fic shows it with every word written. the strange ox like you've never seen him before, dolphin riding, ceiling sex - you name it, it's in here AND it makes sense

Pour One Out by the absolutely delicious mind of @aevallare - auristarion supremacy for always. we all know kindred but if you aren't also reading Pour One Out you are, unfortunately, a fool

Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal by @brain-rot-central - neech is doing something truly different with this devastating and delicious A!A piece. and for it to be her first long fic??! the talent is insane

Made for This by @olivedrop - Olive's fic brings me so much joy, not just because Olive herself is an absolute delight, but because her writing is so real and the way she captures the companions feels like it was cut dialogue it's so good

now you want some SMUT? OKAY lets talk - take these and call me in the morning

Think of Me by @scaryanneee is the smut fic of all time for me. i've recced this an unhealthy number of times, probably bordering on it being obsessive

inevitable by @aevallare the smut fic i rec the second most because it's just so easy to place myself in the moment alex writes and as always, i love when the tadpole gets thrown in while folks get nasty

Where were you when I was new? by @kittenintheden - just shut the fuck up and read this and you'll get it. also i'll never stop thinking about how kitten writes dialogue in smut because holy cow

Pent Up by @underdark-dreams - this isn't even Astarion I'm sorry. it's Rolan. i don't even know if i like Rolan. BUT I LOVE THIS FIC. it is so fucking good oh my god.

Careless Whisper by @tallymonster - okay i might be biased because Tally offered to mention Halia here and made her the goddamn prima ballerina, but this is also just So Good and such a fun read. modern AUs don't usually work for me, but this one is that charming

and of course, though i doubt you need my rec to know her by now, anything written by miss @fangswbenefits will make your toes curl. and i mean anything.

#astarion fic writers #astarion fic recs #astarion fanfic recs #astarion fic #astarion fanfic recommendations #fanfic recommendation #fanfic rec #bg3 fanfic #hagbabbles

[kaylas-world-0]

is bullfrog date headcannons okay?

A/N: Of course~ And sorry if this is short. I couldn't think anything else to add lol

Bullfrog x h!reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 894

Taglist: @blorbostation

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Two things can definitely happen in this scenario. Either Bullfrog dates with you or stays away, he doesn't want to hurt you because of his job.

But right now, with your request we are going with a scenario where he chooses to date you and has close contact, so...

He is already a sweet and kind guy (and wise too). But when it comes to you it just doubles up. He is the dictionary meaning gentleman.

He could do anything for you to see you smile. It includes being silly. Avoiding his jokes isn't even an option.

"Knock knock"

"Not a door joke. God...Who’s there?"

"French"

"French who?"

"French frise!"

He is as honest with you as possible. He doesn't mind anything at all. He is comfortable with you and hoping you are with him too. He just wants you to be yourself with him.

Very affectionate and physical. You don't like PDA? He will drown you with his compliments.

"You look stunning as always, mon amour."

He loves to see your cheeks turn pink. He loves to fluster you. He will flirt if it means he could see that all the time.

"When you're around, I don't need anything else, mi chéri."

You are feeling bad? Exhausted? Sick? He will take care of you. There are no excuses.

You are in danger? Hurt? Oh god. I think for the first time in your life you might have the chance to feel sorry for those kinds of people. You know what I mean?

Bullfrog doesn't get angry very much. But what if he hears that you are being used or harmed? He will then go into fast rescue/kill mode. (I believe he still wouldn't be mad mad but you know)

I don't know why but I feel like killing or getting harmed isn't his breaking point to go mad about it. We need something else (Hopefully I can figure that out one day lol)

He likes to kiss your hands and if possible (because of his height) on your forehead too. You probably need to lay down or kneel for that and he doesn't want to force you. But if you lie down on his lap? Damn, he will melt and donate your face all over with kisses.

He is not someone to get jealous. He trusts you with his whole heart. But that doesn't mean he is not protective over you. If he sees someone bothering you and going too far? He will step in and warn them kindly. If that doesn't work? Oh, well. Have fun watching him give them some senses. What? No, of course he is not gonna beat them up. No, no. That's not his still. Not in public.

He could stare lovingly at you for hours. Tracing your lines. Observing your features. If undisturbed he can do this all day and night.

He can and will be brutally honest when the time is right (not specifically towards you), and sometimes that scares you.

"We are immortal spiritual beings that are embodied in mortal flesh to experience emotions and develop our own destiny, designed by ourselves in our pre-natal life."

"What?"

He is just joking.

He wears casual clothes when he is around you. Like a hoodie and shorts. Something comfortable.

He likes to cuddle with you while you both sit comfortably on your couch, watching something and a blanket around both of you. He LOVES your warmth. So he is gonna steal your hand whenever he gets the chance. Or lean his body on you.

He is very understanding and expects the same from you.

If you prepare breakfast and bring it to him in bed before he wakes up in the morning (which is a bit difficult, I'm sure he will always wake up before you), he may or may not start crying in happiness.

You can't sneak up behind him so no surprise attacks. It's not always end up like you planned it would be. He always somehow sensed it even before you had the idea.

"Agh, come on! At least can't you pretend you didn't know? It's impossible to surprise you!"

"Well, sorry, mi chérie, but you are a bit too obvious."

"That's not true!"

"Okay, okay, I'll pretend next time."

He couldn't. He just acts on instinct; you can't blame him for it. It happens unintentionally

"I just wanted to surprise you for your birthday, damn it!"

"Oh?" He is in tears from happiness.

He is not playing around when he told you that he loves you. You are his one and only.

Dates are either on rooftops or in your house.

He will never let you disrupt your sleep routine for him.

You are having trouble with something? Always having nightmares or you just can't sleep? Or having trouble eating? He will be there every second of it to help you.

He is not innocent. Of course you know that. He knows his place and he respects your boundaries and thoughts.

He feels intimate with you.

He loves any kind of fruit. I can see him sitting on the couch eating apple slices with you.

He becomes really awkward when he doesn't know what to do about something or gets really flustered.

He will support you with anything you will and can do.

LOTS OF PET NAMES IN FRENCH

#bullfrog x reader #bullfrog #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain lazerhawk #x reader #reader #allenwrites

[bewitched-bee]

One Last Night- Aether Ghoul x Reader

A/N: I am extremely bad with tagging stuff and all that, if anyone has suggestions for tags or warnings I should add please let me know and I will edit this post to add the proper things! This is posted to my Ao3 “bewitched_bee” as well!

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, time seemed to completely stop. “Are you sure” I ask Swiss as I feel my heart rate speed up. “Unfortunately yes Aether has been called to go back to the pit” Swiss says. “But the other ghouls get to stay at the ministry why is Aether different” I ask.

“Who knows why he's different” Swiss replies. “But Aether didn’t do anything wrong I just don’t understand” I say as I feel tears well up in my eyes. “Just go be with him we have more time to discuss this any other time…..you’ll want this last night with him trust me” Swiss says. I immediately turn and go to the ghoul’s den, I walk to Aether’s door.

I raise my fist to knock but I can’t bring myself to immediately. This had to be some sort of sick joke or a nightmare or something. I couldn’t just have one night left with him, we were supposed to be together forever. I placed my hand over my mate mark, I wondered if it would disappear when he did.

I finally got the courage to knock on his door, he opened it immediately. “Didn’t know if you’d come or not" he says letting me in. “Of course I would……it’s our last night together” I say going over to wrap my arms around him. It’s then the tears start falling. “Don’t cry please" he says gripping me tightly.

“I don’t want to lose you” I say pulling back a bit to look up at him. “I know I don’t want to go either” he says. “So how does it work….will it hurt you or is it painless” I ask. “I'm not too sure I assume it will be like when I was summoned…so no pain” he replies.

“Do you know what time you’re called back to the pit” I question going to sit on his bed. “Papa told me when the clock strikes 5 in the morning I'll be gone” he says sitting next to me. I look over to the clock on his bedside table, it reads 10 pm. “So we have 7 hours left” I say tearing up again. “Less because I want you to be asleep when I go” he says. “But why I want every last second with you” I reply.

“I don’t want your last memory of me to be when I'm being called back….I don’t know if it’s gonna be something you’ll want to remember” he says. “I probably won’t but at least then I can say I was with you until you were gone.” “You will be with me just not awake the entire time” he says.

“Aeth….please just let me stay awake I want every last second with you” I say. “Okay but if you want to sleep you can I'll get you up before it’s time” he says. “Alright but I don’t want sleep right now” I say cuddling against him. “What do you want to do then love” he asks wrapping an arm around me.

“Just hold me….please” I say as I sniffle. “Here let’s lay down” he says. We move to lay down, I lay on top of him. “Please tell me this is just a nightmare” I say. “I wish it was” he replies as he moves a hand to my hair. “What’s gonna happen to my mate mark” I ask. “I don’t know, it could be one of two things” he says.

“Which would be what” I question. “Well 1: it disappears or 2: it stays and there’s a constant pain from time to time in it” he says. “With my luck it’ll be the pain” I reply. “Hopefully it’ll be option 1” he says. “Would you be mad if I ever get mated to another ghoul” I ask. “No I want you to be happy after I go….I've already told everyone to take good care of you and if you falling in love with one of them happens then that’s great” he says.

“If you could pick for me who would it be” I question. he chuckles, “Swiss or Rain for sure maybe even Mountain, but Dew wouldn’t be a bad option either. And honestly Phantom wouldn’t be a horrible option” he says. “Why Swiss or Rain” I ask as I move to lay beside him. “Well you and Swiss have always gotten along great and Rain would be such a good match for you” he replies.

We keep talking for a while until I look over at the clock and see it’s already 1 am, there’s 4 hours left. “I think I need some sleep” I say, “then sleep my love I'll wake you up around 4:30” he says. I lean over and kiss him, I don’t want to pull away but I eventually do. “I love you so much” I say, he smiles at me “I love you too.”

I lay my head on his chest and eventually fall asleep. A few hours later I'm being nudged awake, I open my eyes to see Aether hovering over me. “30 minutes left” he says, I can see how sad he looks now. I place my hand on his cheek and I see him tear up. “Aeth don’t if you cry I'm gonna cry” I say. “I'm going to miss you so much” he says.

“I'm gonna miss you too” I say tearing up again. “What should we do with our remaining time” he asks. “I don’t know” I say as he moves off of me. I get out of bed and go over to the mirror in his room. He follows and wraps his arms around me from behind. I meet his gaze in the mirror and I break down crying.

“Don’t leave me please” I say as he holds me tighter. “If I had any say in this I wouldn’t be leaving you I'm so sorry” he says. “This wasn’t supposed to happen we were supposed to be together forever” I say. “I know I'm sorry our time is being cut short…..promise me something” he says.

“What” I ask as he spins me around to face him. “Don’t be sad over this forever please….move on find happiness again” he says. “Aeth……I can’t promise that and you know that” I say. “Please….at least try then” he says as I look up at him. “Alright I'll try” I reply as I hug him tightly.

“Last chance are you sure you want to stay in here until I'm gone” he asks. “I'm positive Aether” I reply. He leads us back to his bed and we both lay down. I choose to reach out and hold his hand. “Did you already say your goodbyes to the others” I ask. “Yeah I did that earlier so that we could have this time alone” he says.

“Do you think we’ll ever be together again” I question. “I hope we will eventually….I mean you’re not immortal so logically yeah we should be together again” he replies. “What if I ever became immortal some how” I ask. “Well then I'm not entirely sure, but I don't ever see you becoming immortal even if you had the choice” he says.

We both chuckle at that for some reason. We just keep talking and talking and I can just feel it’s getting closer to time. I go to grip his hand tighter and I can’t feel it anymore. I look over and see he’s fading away. “It’s time love” he says, I tear up again. “So this is it huh” I say as a tear falls. “Unfortunately yes but remember I will always love you no matter what” he says.

I watch as he completely fades away until there’s nothing left. I cry for a bit before I decide to pull myself together and go to the main part of the ghoul’s den. Everyone is there, Swiss sees me and opens his arms. “Come here” he says, I fall against him and he holds me tightly. “We’re all here for you” he says rubbing my back.

“You know I think a cuddle pile would be nice” I say. “Alright who do you want where” he asks. “I don’t care I just want to be surrounded” I say. “Can I join” I hear a voice ask, I look over to see Phantom and I feel tears in my eyes again. “Yeah get over here” I say, Swiss tightens his grip on me.

“It’s okay Swiss really” I say, he loosens his grip as Phantom lays down. I move off of Swiss and move to lay on Phantom. “Thought you didn’t like me” he says wrapping his arms around me. “It’s not your fault you were summoned to replace Aether I shouldn’t hold that against you” I reply.

“So we’re good” he asks as I feel Swiss move to lay against my right side. “Yeah we’re good” I say. Rain comes over to lay at my left side, Dew lays next to Swiss, then Mountain comes over to lay next to Rain. “Is this what you wanted” Swiss asks. “Most definitely I like being surrounded by all of you” I reply. I go to move a bit and I feel a sharp stinging pain where my neck meets my shoulder.

“Ow” I say loudly causing everyone to become concerned. “What’s wrong” Swiss asks raising up slightly. “My mate mark just started hurting” I reply. “You’re one of the unlucky ones that have that happen…..it will happen until you get mated to another ghoul unfortunately” Swiss says.

Phantom reaches up to touch the spot and I feel instant relief. “Phantom I don’t know what you just did but keep your hand there please” I say. I turn my head a bit to see Swiss smirking at me.

“What” I ask, he chuckles. “Nothing sweetness…..I just think your mate mark issue will be solved sooner than you think” he says. “What the hell does that mean” I ask. “You’ll find out eventually” Swiss says. I shake my head slightly before I cuddle into Phantom more. I eventually end up drifting off to sleep.

#aether ghoul x reader #angst #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghost fanfic #ghost x reader #the band ghost x reader

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all or nothing | stranger things ; b.hargrove

A/N ; So I've been dying to try writing for Billy Hargrove because his character is one of those polarizing ones. People who like him love him and people who hate him, whew.. They hate him. There was a lot of potential for him to change, to grow as a person and like I just... I really wanted to play around with that so... I will be trying my best to do that with him here... I think this will have a few parts to it, depends on what happens with my muse, I guess.

Anyway, here I go again.. Writing stuff. Doing things. Enjoy, hopefully? Also, fun fact. The name is from a theory of a deadman song.

Pairing ; Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; Like with my Eddie Munson reader fic, the Upside Down and all it's unholy terrors WILL BE LEFT OUT of this. This is yet another 'slice of life / teen rom com with a heap of angst' things. This takes place roughly a few weeks after Billy and Max's arrival to Hawkins.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars is the only person on my tag list for Stranger Things buuut... i'll throw a tag out to @rampagewriting -- feel free to ignore if you wanna bb!!. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; Billy being a bit of an antagonistic asshole who takes attention when he wants it, a hint of angst, take no shit reader, mentions of a poker game, mentions of a fight, billy kissing reader to shut her up / calm her down bc hot temper af. Also, also.. there are hints here that maybe reader has been disappointed / hurt / betrayed in the not so distant past...This one is kind of like... weird? I tried to write something soft and fluffy, okay? I triiiied. This is what came. So, I'm just gonna buckle in and see where it goes.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

“What do you want, Hargrove?” you intone, not bothering to glance up from the cards in your hand. Billy lingers, gazing at your hand in the game.

You feel him staring and with quickness, you lower the cards out of sight. He smirks to himself and leans down, whispering loud enough that the guys gathered around the folding table in the back room of the arcade all can hear him, “I hope you plan on foldin’, darling. That’s a shit hand.”

You tense up and your jaw clenches tight.

“Fold.” any spunk you had previously was gone, the word was spat out flat. You were irritated. Billy was gone, leaving only a swinging blue door in his wake.

When you stand up from the table with enough force to send the chair toppling over, Keith and the three others involved in the low stakes poker game that was your weekly ritual all shared a look. It was Keith that jumped out of his chair and rushed out after you, determined to stop you before you did or said anything in the heat of the moment that might anger the notoriously hot-headed new king of Hawkins High.

But he didn’t quite make it in time.

When he walked out into the main area of the arcade he heard the shouting before he actually got to bear witness to the scene unfolding. As soon as he rounded the corner by the Pac Man machine and the row of Dig Dug machines, he got a real up close and personal view.

“Shit.” he rubbed his hand over his face.

You had Billy against the wall, your hand gripping at the collar of his shirt as you read him for filth in front of an entire room filled with the preteen set that frequented the place and you were furious. Livid. You were so angry about what he’d done that you were shaking.

Over by the pinball machine, Max Mayfield stood gaping.

Billy had been talking about you for weeks. Bitching, mostly. You were apparently the one girl who didn’t fall on her knees and worship him daily like he craved. And now, apparently, her older stepbrother had gone too damn far. 

She grinned just a little.

It felt good to see someone give Billy a dose of his own medicine.

But when she caught a glimpse of Billy’s face, she was shocked to find that he wasn’t about to boil over and explode in rage like he’d normally do. No, he was taking it. Smirking, even.

He had mentioned at breakfast that he’d figured you out and he had a plan.

“All goddamn day, Hargrove. You’ve been popping up like a bad fuckin STD. Look, I dunno what the hell you’re on, buddy, but if you don’t fucking leave me alone, I’ll–” you grumble in exasperation because nothing you’re saying is getting through to the idiot. He's just standing there with that smug smirk on his stupid pretty lips and those baby blue eyes are fixed on you, sparkling with amusement.

“What the fuck do you want, huh? Why do you keep finding me? Look, you’ve got a fan club! Aren’t they enough?” your grip on his shirt is loosening and you step back and away from him, taking a few long and deep breaths as you pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. You’re just done with this whole bizarre fever dream of a day at this point.

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke you’re on, asshole, but it ends now. I’m not gonna crawl into your stupid fucking backseat just because you happened to make a lucky guess and gave me a sunflower this morning at school. I was an idiot one time, buddy. It’s not happening again.” you finish your rant and your chest is heaving as you work to catch your breath.

When it happens, Max is left gaping. Keith can only rub his temples because he can practically hear the unfiltered angry rant he’s going to have to endure as you and the boys get ready to close down the place for another night because every since the arrival of Billy Hargrove, all you’ve done is antagonize the guy and do everything you can to attempt making a dent in what Keith personally feels is an ego too large for this world.

Maybe even this galaxy.

Oh, it’s a running joke among Keith and the boys at this point. You want Billy and any day now, the truth is going to come spewing forth out of you in all its venom laced glory.

Keith just didn’t give Billy enough credit, of course, because he never saw this twist coming.

Billy’s big and rough hands settle on your hips and he pulls you against him completely. His lips latch against yours in a frenzy as one of his hands settles on your ass. And he smirks into the kiss when he squeezes your ass where he’s gripping it and uses that to rock you right up against him. Your hand starts out palm down against his shirt as if to shove him away but somewhere in between the time it takes him to trace the outline of lips he’s been dying to kiss for weeks now and the time it takes you to stop and give thought to shoving him away like you planned, your mouth falls open willingly. His tongue collides with yours and your palm down hand fists at the soft fabric of his white tee shirt.

“I can’t fucking believe this. Holy shit.” Keith laughs to himself. “I fucking called it.”

“Why isn’t she slapping the taste out of his mouth yet, c’monnn.” Max mumbles to herself but secretly, deep down inside, she’s a little too happy for her older stepbrother.

Because the past few weeks he’s been fixated on you -and why you don’t worship him like all the other girls, he’s seemed more alive. He’s fighting for something for once. His mood hasn’t really improved, but… He actually came into her room on more than one occasion. During which, he discussed the whole dilemma with her, at length.

It felt like he really tried to let her in the two times that happened. And if you brought that out in her older stepbrother then yes… she was happy he was finally going for it -and alternately, that you hadn’t slapped the taste out of his mouth yet.

Billy’s other hand tangled up in the way you’ve got your hair piled in a messy heap low on the back of your head and your hair tumbles free, his fingers catching in and tugging at soft strands. You whimper quietly and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard in his whole life.

He wants to cause you to make it over and over again. As much as he can for as long as he’s alive and breathing. Your tongue starts to take control and you start to respond to the kiss a lot more, coming alive while he’s got you crushed against him. Your hand catches in his hair and your fingers drag over his scalp as you tug at curls. You deepen the kiss after biting his bottom lip until he can feel the bruise he’s going to have there when the kiss breaks. A bruise that’s so deep it’ll probably still stain his lips tomorrow. Your body melts against his and the kiss grows more gentle. Slower. When you whimper a second time, he can’t resist the smirk that comes as the sound is swallowed whole by the way your mouths keep meeting. Passionate. He’s surprised when the multitude of feelings you’ve managed to bring out in him aren’t gone because he’s finally won, he’s gotten you firmly backed into a corner. No, he’s shocked to discover that he wants more. He needs it. He needs you. Somehow, the focus he’s fixed on you for the past few weeks have been the bright spot in his normally shitty life. It’s given him something else to think about.

He wants you. All to himself. The kiss he just gave you only added fuel to the fire he intended to put out by doing what he’s just done.

For the first time ever, Billy Hargrove has fallen victim to his own stupidity.

The thought is so overwhelming to the surly blond that he breaks the kiss and you pull apart to breathe.

You’re breathing heavily again but now, it’s for a different reason.  Your lips are nice and swollen, bruising a little.

You wipe the back of your hand across your lips and Billy’s hand raises as if he wants to pull your hand out of the way because he wants to admire his handiwork. You swat his hand down with a scolding look and a shake of your head No.

“You fucking asshole. Ugh. Just like…You got what you wanted, okay? Fuck off already.” you grumble out the words more quietly. You step away again but you turn back to stare at him for a second or two, lost in the way blue eyes are practically glowing with smug pride.

“You’re lucky you’re like a fucking Adonis, dipshit, otherwise I would’ve ripped your dick off and strangled you with it for the shit you pulled in the blue room.” you say it simply, with the most casual of shrugs before slinking out of the arcade and into the night air. Around to the alley between the arcade and the department store right beside it where you lean against the wall and just laugh until you almost can’t anymore and you’re doubled over, clutching your sides.

All you can do about what just happened is laugh about it. And be secure in the knowledge that maybe now he’ll stop popping up all the damn time. Maybe he’ll leave you alone because you gave him something. He won and this doesn’t sit well with you at all.

But damn it, if you had a choice, you’d march back into that arcade and you’d do it again happily. Because the shocking part in all this is the simple fact that you enjoy the way he’s spent the past few weeks trying to antagonize and goad you into doing something. You frown a little because that little kiss in the arcade was probably his entire game coming to a close.

Billy’s throat clears from the top of the alley. You can see the way he’s leaned against the brick wall of the building. Arms folded over his chest. Staring at you intently in the dark.

You roll your eyes. “Look, take your one win and go, Mr. Popular. That’s what guys like you do, right?.” you call out as you do your best to pull yourself together again and dig around in search of your Zippo and the half crushed pack of Marlboro Reds you could’ve sworn you put in the hip pocket of your favorite leather jacket.

Billy makes his way down the alley, stopping in front of you. He takes out his own pack of cigarettes and holds it out to you. You glance at it -and him, warily.

He offers again, wordlessly.

You let him place the cigarette between your lips and light it. After a few long seconds, he speaks up quietly. 

“I don’t wanna win. You’re not a prize, alright.” 

You tilt your head, blowing out a ring of smoke as you tap your boot against cracked pavement. “Right. I bet you say that to all the girls, buddy.”

“It’s Billy.”

“Buddy, Billy, tomato, tomahto.” you drag your fingers through your hair and take another puff. “You jerks are all the same.”

“Is this about that idiot Oliver?” Billy questioned, tensing up as he said the name. 

You tense up. “You heard, huh?”

“Mhm.” -what he doesn’t say is that Oliver is the reason for his first detention, the one he got last week. Because when he heard what the shithead had done, he’d caught him in the locker room and given him a little something to think about. Can’t run your mouth when it hurts to move your jaws, Billy figured. 

“I hope you beat the living shit out of him when you two got into it in the locker room last week.” you mutter quietly. Billy chuckles. “You heard, huh?”

“It’s a small town. News travels, sir.”

When you call him sir, he steps closer to you. You’re hugging yourself against the breeze in the air. Teeth chattering.

“Cold, darling?”

“I’m good.” you insist. Billy sheds the denim jacket and holds it out to you. Again, you glance from jacket to jacket’s owner with a wary look before a stronger gust of cold air blows and you reach out, taking it. Huddling into it, breathing in cigarette smoke, cologne and something that kind of faintly reminds you of the summer your mom took you down to Atlantic City, to see the cousins and your aunt and uncle.

“A thank you is nice.” Billy mumbles and you shrug. “Thank you.” you respond, blowing another hazy smoke ring up into the night air. “I can’t fucking believe you cost me fifty bucks.”

“You called me Adonis though. Kind of worth it.”

You laugh to yourself and glance over at him, studying him under the hazy moonlight. The shadows it casts on his face almost seem ethereal and for a second or two, all you can do is stare. 

“I had to do something to get your attention.” he says it with a shrug and a smirk as he blows smoke into the air. “Everything else wasn’t workin. Ya know, most girls fall at my feet. Not you, though.”

You laugh. “Yeah, well.. I was dumb once. Now everybody in Hawkins thinks I’m an easy lay.”

He tenses again and you laugh softly. “Sure you want it getting out you sat in an alley with little ol’ me all alone after dark? You are the king, after all.” you roll your eyes dismissively at the title.

“Fuck ‘em.” Billy mumbles. “I do what I want.”

You lean your head back against the cold brick of the building. After a few seconds, he speaks up again. Chuckling. “I knew it. You like sunflowers. Kind of like.. Nevermind.” he frowns and you study him intently. “Like who?”

“Nobody important.” Billy says it through a jaw tightly clenched.

You don’t repeat the question. One, it’s not your business and two, seeing the pained look that lingered in baby blue eyes briefly really bothered you. A lot more than it should, truth be told.

You just want to see him smile. To be happy and really mean it. That’s another reason you’ve held back, you’ve met all of his attempts to get your attention with venom and vinegar. Because he’s being more real right now than he’s probably been in the entire short time he’s come in and taken Hawkins High by storm.

“I gotta get going. Gotta get my stepsister home.”

“I should uh.. Probably get back inside. Gotta start getting ready to close down for the night.” you shrug.

Billy’s hand settles on your hip to keep you standing there before you can walk off. “I”ll pick you up tomorrow.”

Your blank look makes him chuckle quietly. “For school.”

You nod. “I’ll believe it when it happens, Hargrove.”

He walks over to his Camaro and you make your way back inside. Keith and the boys who work with both of you are non stop giving you shit for the rest of the night.

“I should’ve taken a picture. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you speechless.”

“I called it.” Keith smirks.

“You called nothing, dumbass.” you assert.

“Yeah? You looked like you were kissing back, heathen.” Keith asserts, smirking when all you can do is flip him off and storm away irritated.

“So, did you two have fun sucking face in the alley?” one of the other guys asks as you’re counting out the register.

“Fuck off, oh my god. That did not happen.”

“You were out there for a whole twenty five minutes.”

“And? That doesn’t mean I was sucking face.” you glare.

“You know he’s probably just gonna do what Oliver did, right?” your co worker asks, gazing at you as he shakes his head. Like he's already prepared to call you stupid when whatever just happens comes back to bite you right in the ass.

You flinch a little. For some reason, you start to argue that he’s wrong and Billy won’t, but you stop yourself.

How do you really know he won’t?

“Asshole.” you mumble, shaking your head. He just had to go and ruin the little bit of happiness you did feel.

“He’s one of them. You’re not. That’s how it works, sweets.”

You don’t argue because again, he’s not wrong. And he’s just trying to watch your back.

Remind you that you barely know Billy. And you’ve already been dumb once.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove fanfic #i... have no clue where this is going so i'm just gonna buckle in and see where it takes me i suppose. #there will probably be a lot of angst + bickering as a love languate + just like.. really getting in deep I think? idk.

[thebluestbluewords]

Gremlin rights tbh

Carlos & Mal, ~1200 words, TW for food issues in this one. (unspecified food issues because I'm not sure how to further tag this)

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“What's for dinner?” Mal demands, walking into the sunroom of the fucking gorgeous mansion that they live in now, because life is weirdly good sometimes, and people like to pay Evie for her work nowadays, which means that she can do things like buy an entire house just because she wants one, and not have to worry about spending the summer at Auradon Prep again like they did last year. 

Carlos, who is lying on the couch with his feet tucked up and under the blanket draped over the back, looks up from his game at the dramatic entrance. 

Mal looks back at him, somewhat expectantly. She absolutely reeks of magic, the sort of burning woodsmoke smell that always happens when she does experiments with her powers. It doesn’t happen when she’s using familiar spells, which Carlos thinks privately, in the space of his own brain where Mal will never hear him, means that the woodsmoke smell is actually just the smell of Mal’s brain cells dying as she flash-cooks them with the effort it takes for her to learn new things. 

“Hey,” Carlos says, in greeting. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you see someone you care about and also live with. “My day was fine, thanks for asking.” 

Mal snorts. “Yeah, okay, mine was too. Don’t be a princess about it.” she pauses, and walks more fully into the sunroom, which is mostly an early-evening shade room at the moment.  “S’there dinner?” she adds hopefully, like somehow saying it again will make food appear somewhere in the immediate area. 

They’ve had this fight before. Carlos takes a moment to assess the color of Mal’s eyes, and then promptly decides that it’s going to be a fine night to have it again. 

“Chips.” he says, gesturing at the bag he’s got balanced on his chest. 

It’s been– 

Well. 

It’s been a long day. 

Mal stares at the bag like it’s done her some sort of personal injury. “That’s not dinner,” she says, sounding almost horrified with herself. Or possibly she’s horrified about the chips. Carlos truly cannot be fucked to figure out why Mal’s upset about eating junk food for dinner.  “Dinner is something better than that.” 

Chips are delicious, and anyone who thinks otherwise does not deserve a place on Carlos’s couch. He sticks out a foot, just in case Mal gets any bright ideas about sitting down. “It’s what I’m having for dinner tonight. What’re you having?” 

Mal sighs. “I was gonna eat whatever you’re having,” she says slowly, kicking the corner of the couch. “But if you’re not making anything….” 

It’s mean. And rude, and wholly unnecessary. But sometimes they all must give in to their baser villainous impulses, and Carlos is no exception. He reaches slowly into the bag on his chest, and pulls out a single, unbroken chip to hold out to Mal.  “Chip?” he offers brightly. 

Mal growls. “I’m getting takeout,” she grumbles, kicking the couch again, with more force this time. “And I’m not going to share it with you, dumbass.” 

Carlos sticks his tongue out at her, because it seems like the thing to do. Not sharing is fine by him. There’s a reason why he’s not eating real food for dinner tonight, and it’s not just the lazy summer energy that seems to have spread through the house like an invisible fog. Sometimes, the very thought of eating actual food is too much, and the idea of anything more substantial than salt and air makes his stomach churn and ache like it used to back home when things were really bad. Not starvation-bad, when he’d eat anything that didn’t look like it was growing its own set of teeth to eat him back, but the kind of bad where everything felt sharp and bright and awful, and mother was more lucid and able to keep track of the supplies in the house, and sneaking anything more than what she’d determined was his fair share meant a punishment that would leave him wishing it was the other kind of bad times.

 At least when they all starved on the isle there was a sense of camaraderie about it. The barges would stop, and everyone would ration as best they could until the boats picked back up again. A lot of people on the isle understood that sort of hunger, but not a lot of people understand the sort that comes from being hungry, and having food in the house, and knowing that if you take any, it’ll be worse than if you haven’t. 

The feeling now isn’t quite the same as it was back home, but the result is the same. Evie’s house, Evie’s rules, Evie’s money that pays for the groceries, so even if Carlos did want to cook dinner tonight, which he doesn’t, there’s no way of knowing how much he’s supposed to have without Evie here to lead, so the uneasy almost-queasy feeling wins out and dinner remains a thing to do when there’s other people around. And sure, Mal is here now, but she’s more of a horrible creature than a human anyway, and once the feeling of persistent unease has started, it’s easier to keep riding the wave of it and ignoring food than it is to force himself to get up and make something to force down. 

The whole messy business of it all seems too impossibly complicated to explain to Mal. “Have fun trying to get delivery out here!” Carlos calls instead, as she’s stomping out of the room to find the drawer full of takeout menus that Evie likes to keep around for when she’s feeling especially rich and luxurious. 

Mal waves a middle finger back. “Fuck you!” 

*

Five minutes later, give or take, Mal comes stomping back into the sunroom with a paper menu in her hand and murder in her eyes. 

Right. 

“Where’s a phone.” Mal growls, and it’s not a question. 

There’s an aesthetically pleasing midnight blue rotary phone on the wall in the hallway that nobody ever bothered to hook up. There’s also another one, creamy white faded with years of use and poor upkeep to a brownish-yellow, in the little closet upstairs that they’ve all been calling the phone closet and refusing to use for anything more practical than the phone and the much-worn armchair shoved inside it. If Carlos is being entirely honest, there’s also a cell phone in his hand, although that one is currently playing a game that he’s not exactly willing to pause in order for her royal purpleness to make a phone call. 

There’s also a glossy purple cell phone on the counter in the kitchen, which has been sitting there for the better part of a week, uncharged. 

“Your phone’s dead,” Carlos says, trying not to sound too snotty about it. “Mine’s occupied.” 

Mal growls. 

Carlos shakes the bag of chips at her. “Dinner,” he sing-songs, shaking the bag enticingly in her general direction, eyes still on his phone. “I’m not cooking tonight.” 

“I’m feeding myself.” 

Mal is categorically hopeless at everything except for baking. 

“Great, go for it,” Carlos says, eyes still glued to the game. His armies aren’t doing well in the eternal fight against the forces of space. It’s a little frustrating. “Have fun, don’t burn the house down.”

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #mal bertha #carlos de vil #it's set loosely postcanon in a world where I guess D3 either doesn't happen or hasn't happened yet #the timeline is vague just like the resolution of this #I think maybe how it ends is with them both agreeing to compromise and eat pb brownie batter directly out of the bowl??? #or possibly they talk about their trauma and why they are the way that they are while Mal succeeds at making one of her two (2) meals #my personal hc here is that she can bake but boy!! she truly can't cook #her two meals are scrambled eggs (because they involve breaking things and minor violence) #and mac and cheese from a box #because she's still enjoying the novelty of eating things from a box and food that comes with instructions is usually attainable for Mal #seriously though: #food issues tw

[sydsaint]

My quick overview of Money in the Bank! Overall, it was a pretty good show. 7/10⭐

‼️MITB 2023 SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

So happy that Iyo won the women's match. Love her 💜 Zoey was my sleeper pick to 2 win but I don't quite think she's ready yet. Trish is making her better every week tho. Iyo and Bayley are gonna have some drama now. I know it! The handcuff spot ending was great! I loved the creativity. Zelina showed out with that Code Red from the top of the ladder. And all the ladies where serving this their gear. As they should.

Gunther kicked Riddles ass, as he should. The match was good and Gunther looked great as always. Drew coming back was the highlight of that segment. He and Gunther are gonna kick the crap out of one another soon. And I honestly see Drew as the one to dethrone Gunther. Perhaps with some help from The Brawling Brutes again since Vinci and Kaiser are still a factor.

Surprise ! John Cena showed up and hinted that Mania may be in London in the future. My Aussie husband Grayson showed up and he and Cena had a good promo battle. Possible Cena/Grayson match in the future?? Because I'd love to see that when Grayson's leg is good to go. Grayson had a killer shirt on as always. That's one more to add to my wardrobe when I've got money.

Finn and Seth put on a banger match. Kinda wished it was Demon! Finn tho. Judgment Day is so clearly gonna break up soon and I am all for it. Finn needs to be free of the shit Rhea and Dom have going on. So does Damian. Personally, I think that Finn should start tagging with JD McDonagh and Damian should get a singles run.

Not a huge Cody fan but he kicked Dom's annoying ass so yay Cody! The match was okay. I've always found Cody kinda eh. And Dom's character with Rhea is just annoying.

Didn't really care for the tag match until Shayna pulled a GOATED move and smacked Rhonda up. Hopefully this either means Rhonda is gonna be gone for a while or Shayna is gonna give her the work in a full match/fued. Also, I'm happy for Liv getting the belt back. Don't really care for Raquel 🫠

Bloodline Civil War was a great match! Jimmy and Jey both showed out and proved that Roman is slowly becoming irrelevant. Loved seeing my man Solo kick ass! (even if it was his bro's ass😭) That's my man and I can't wait for him to drop Roman and get back on the same page with his bros. Romans's time on top is coming to an end and I can't wait for him to drop the belts. I'm a shield stan for life. But that man has become so bland both with his promos and his in-ring work. It's time for someone else to have the belt and be on top. I 100% think that Jey should be the one to dethrone him. Poetic Justice if you will.

The men's ladder match was 🔥🔥🔥. Shoutout to my man Ricochet for putting Logan through that table with that amazing spot. Shinsuke and Butch both looked really solid in the match. Hopefully, they'll let Shin get more screen time. (also let Pat come back. I miss him jamming out to Shin's music) Logan was okay in the match. His ring work is getting better. He works well as a heel and I loved the boys all ganging up on him. (not a Logan hater. Just thought it was funny) Damian did solid work. He was my sleeper pick and I didn't mind him winning. Though my husband LA Knight should HAVE WON THE MATCH!! Triple H will be hearing from my therapist. Papa Trip hinted after the show that Knight is gonna get a push soon because of all the attention he's getting. I can see him going after Austin's US championship since Theory's run is dry as hell and it's about time he dropped the belt.

Extra random thoughts.

Wade Barrett looked fine as fuck in that pink blazer. I'm obsessed and in love 😍

The Sami and Kevin segment was great. Love my chaotic BFFs

Rhea needs to drop the title already. Cuz girl ain't doing shit with the locker room.

Asuka V Iyo outta be 🔥🔥

#wrestling #mitb #wwe mitb #the judgement day #dominick mysterio #rhea ripley #iyo sky #bayley #damage control #zelina vega #zoey stark #becky lynch #damien priest #finn balor #cody rhodes #seth rollins #la knight #logan paul #Ladder match #Wresting review #my opinion #imperium #wwe fandom

[ticklish-n-stuff]

ykw? wxs miku & wxs kaito tk fight!! ik ur on a break, take ur time!

Tag, you're it!

I'm a simple woman, I see someone req. Kaito I fangirl SLAKALAKALSK

Jokes aside, ty for requesting him! He's so fun to write!

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Kaito x Miku WxS Sekai (platonic)

Lees: Kaito, Miku

Lers: Kaito, Miku

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was a very normal and peaceful day over at the WonderlandsxShowtime sekai...haha! Just kidding. There's no such thing as a normal day in this sekai. After working on the rehearsals for their next play, Miku still had loads of energy left in her, but the same couldn't be said for Kaito. Unluckily for him, Miku kept bugging him to play a game of tag. As tired as he felt, he knew that Miku wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Okay fine, I'll play along. But just for a little while!".

Miku nodded her head enthusiastically, the words entering through one ear and instantly leaving through the other.

"Yayyy!!! Okay okay, tag you're it!" Miku playfully smacked Kaito on the shoulder to signal that he was it and quickly zoomed away from him, trying to find a place to hide.

Kaito let out a groan as he leisurely went to find her, he looked like a tired dad playing with his hyperactive child. After a while of searching, Kaito had been unsuccesfull in finding Miku. For a moment he debated giving up. That was until he saw some familiar cat ears peaking out behind of some boxes. He smirked mischeviously as he quietly approached them, catching Miku in a bear hug.

"Gotcha!".

"WAHH! NOOO!".

She squirmed and thrashed around in his grasp but Kaito easily wrestled her down to the ground, pinning her arms up above her head.

"Can't escape now can you~?" Okay maybe Kaito was having a bit of fun playing this silly game with Miku.

The female vocaloid tried to pull her arms down, but once that seemed impossible, she opted to stick her tongue out at him. Kaito mocked gasped, suddenly, he thought on how to make this game even more fun for the both of them. And hopefully be able to tire Miku out.

"Oh Miku, I just thought of a new rule to add to the game".

"Oh yeah? What is it??".

Kaito smirked mischeviously once again. "Whoever gets caught has to get tickled!" without any hesitation, Kaito descended his free hand on Miku's tummy and playfully scribbled away at the tickle spot.

"PFFT-! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Miku bursted out laughing at the sudden tickles, squirming and kicking her legs out in the process.

"Tiiickle tickle tickle~" Kaito teased as he tickled up her side and ribs, all while poor Miku howled in laughter.

"NOHOHO T-TICKLES! HAHAHAHAHAHA!".

"Oh yes the tickles!" Kaito giggled at the sillyness of the situation, he was having too much fun. He then started scribbling at Miku's armpit.

"EEK! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Miku squealed and squirmed around, still, she was having a lot of fun. Not gonna lie, Kaito's playful side could be a bit scary at times (he's a big teaser and quite the scary tickle monster) but it was also fun to witness.

"And now for the grand finale!" Kaito sucked in as much air as he could and blew the biggest, fattest raspberry on Miku's tummy.

"AHHHH! NOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she threw her head back and screeched in laughter, raspberries were always killer for her.

Once Kaito was done, he let go of Miku's arms and softly rubbed along her belly. Silly Miku let out stray giggles, trying to recover from the tickle attack.

"T-that wahas mehehean...!" Miku accussed playfully.

"Maybe, but you liked it~" he gave her a quick poke to the tummy, eliciting a cute squeak.

Once Miku recovered, Kaito helped her back up on her feet.

"Well that was fun, we should head back now-".

"Not so fast! I'm it now, and that means I get to tickle you~".

Kaito gulped at the mischevious look on Miku's face, why did he come up with that silly rule...

"Y-you're gonna have to catch me first!" and just like that, Kaito started running like his life depended on it. Sadly for him, Miku was way too quick and energetic. She easily caught up to him, tackling him to the ground.

"WAH!" Kaito let out a cry as Miku sat on his hips, keeping him pinned.

"Hehe! Gotcha~" without wasting any time, 10 wiggling fingers descended on Kaito's tummy, tickling wherever they could reach.

"AHH! WAHAHAIT! M-MIKU NOHOHO!" Kaito instantly fell into a fit of hysterical laughter, wrapping his arms around his torso out of instinct.

"Hehe you're so ticklish! Coochi coochi coo~!" she teased as she playfully poked his bellybutton repeatedly.

"EEP! Nahahahahaha! Nahahat the coochi coos!" he shook his head around as his cheeks started to get flushed.

"Oh yes the coochi coos!".

Kaito squealed and threw his head back in laughter as Miku playfully crawled her fingers up his sides and ribs.

"AHAHAHAHA! I-IT TICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD!" Kaito pointed out the obvious, who could blame him. All he could think about was how much it tickled and how fun it was.

"Oh it's gonna tickle real bad now~".

"Huh?- PFFT! AHAHAHAHA! MIKU NOHOHO!" Kaito screamed in laughter once Miku shoved her wiggling fingers into his armpits, gently scratching away at the ticklish skin.

"It's so funny how ticklish you are here hehe~!".

"MIKU PLEHE- GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Poor Kaito couldn't even talk properly, all that would come out was his obnoxious laughter.

Miku then proceeded to poke at the ticklish hollows repeatedly, earning lots of cute and funny squeaks from the male vocaloid.

"EEK! STA- AHAHAHAHAHA!" Kaito's face was beet red from all the laughing. Not wanting to kill the troupe leader of the sekai, Miku slowed her fingers down to a halt.

Miku helped fan his face as he caught his breath, still giggling like a madman from all the tickles. His eyes were watery, his hair a complete mess, and his smile was so big and bright, just how Miku liked it!

"Are you doing okay there, Kaito?".

"I-I uhh- ahahahahaha!" whenever he tried to speak up, he'd just end up giggling himself all silly again. Miku couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Phew...okay okay, I'm fihine nohohow..!".

"Are you though?".

"Pfft! Ahahahaha!".

Uh oh, looks like Miku broke him.

"Hehe! Looks like someone caught a case of the giggles~!".

"S-shut uhuhup! Ehehehehe!" silly Kaito curled up on himself as he kept on giggling, with Miku watching over him and occassionally giggling alongside him.

Once he FINALLY calmed down, Miku helped him up as they both made their way back to the stage. Looks like Kaito could use a good nap right now. Even if it was tiring, he had a lot of fun, and so did Miku!

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Switch Kaito>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Ok but the thought of him curling up and giggling silly even after the tickles are gone is so cute to me!! 🥺🥺🥺

#project sekai #colorful stage #tickle #colorful stage tickle #project sekai tickle #fic #tickle fic #colorful stage tickle fic #project sekai tickle fic #kaito vocaloid #hatsune miku #lee!kaito #lee!miku #ler!kaito #ler!miku #asksksksks #anon ask #anon request

[baronetcoins]

fic writer asks

tagged by @chiropteracupola - I so do love attention, and these were interesting questions for sure

ao3 name: BaronetCoins (I have Consistent Branding, goddammit)

fandoms: Somewhat actively? Henry V (1989), various MCYT subgroups, and Destiny. In the past, I've done some magnus archives and some rusty quill gaming. Temeraire is hanging around on the periphery though, threatening to add itself to the list without my wish.

number of works: 92. I do write many short things.

work I spent the most time on: cough. polite cough. Oberth Maneuver. I started work on the concept in December of 2021. It's the only thing to have gotten full revisions as I'm writing

work I spent the least time on: Not Interested. Jesus christ I don't want to think about this one for quality reasons, but I used to churn out this quick destiny stuff in like... less than 30 minutes at a time.

longest fic: oberth maneuver again

shortest fic: You ordered well / They brought you medium rare. Shoutout to the 48 hour mcyt exchange for being one of the most batshit things I agreed to do ever.

most hits: May Your Days Be Merry and Bright. I don't even like this fic. God. Why does the magnus archives fandom find a three year old christmas fic in the middle of june and read it. I once had someone on a discord server read it before they knew me, and then tell me it was one of their comfort favorites. I should orphan it /hj

most kudos: above

total word count: 165,329

favorite work of my own: Man, I'm gonna have to pick two here. One is short, and doesn't hit unless you've familiar with both the source material and hamlet, but I am so I like it. the formatting fought me, but it was worth it. [I'm still here (but all is lost)]

the other is a fan favorite (Hi, Remmy, if you read this) and I think my favorite as a work that tried to contain a Plot instead of Vibes. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain. I don't know, It's rather too late for me to be very coherent but considering how much writing I do for myself alone, it's gratifying to write something that other people also want to read on occasion.

fic you want to rewrite / expand on: eugh. okay. I get bored of a concept very easily, so I can't say there's anything I'd rewrite, but I have so many aus or ideas I've promised myself I'm not quite done yet and will circle back around too. Some of them haven't seen the light of day at all yet, but hopefully will someday?

To name a few, not collecting links because there are many, I'd like to circle back around to: both of my baseball aus, per audacia, ahamkara au golden age flavor (that's COMING. I'm WORKING ON IT RIGHT NOW), and ITAV the cooking blog which is one Hell of a thing I'd like to do someday.

share a bit of a WIP: ah FUCK i forgot six sentence sunday. that means 12 sentences next week and I offer you a bit of WIP. as penance.

“Vous semblez dangereux.” He said as much.  Henry processed for a moment, chewing on the words. When he spoke again, it was clumsy. “Quoi voulez-vous dire?”  “Que.” He corrected mindlessly.  “Que voulez-vous dire?” “Vous êtes une distraction.”

Henry V college AU. Because I need Something to hold on to to get through my spanish homework. allow me my self indulgence.

tagging; the court, of course: @kangoo and @kingstealer if you wish. Further, @bidoofenergy, and @arcaneglitch

#talking about words #ask the baronet #<technically #thank you this was fun

[poisonouswritings]

Can I make a somewhat obscure request? About some headcanon of what the main 4 are like with an mc who suffered sexual abuse in his work area (for example, a nurse) and because of this them does not want to be sexually intimate with his love interest?

I hope its not so shady and have a nice day/afternoon/night

I spent a little while debating if this was something I could bring myself to answer. I said in my rules that I would write about SA as part of a character's background, and I guess I should have been more specific in saying I didn't want to write it as the focus of a post. That's why I specifically said I would be fine with a 'mention' of it. But I've had some thoughts about it so hopefully I can do this one ask and then not touch the subject again for at least a while.

GN!Reader, I won't be going into any sort of detail but I'll still tag this with an SA trigger warning, this will be brief and vague for my own sake, I'm going to add the NSFW banner here just in case.

Felix Escellun

Felix is very understanding, though I think he's a little surprised. You never think it's gonna happen to someone you know, y'know?

When you tell him, he's quiet. He wants to give you the space to get everything off your chest, and he doesn't wanna risk rushing you. He asks a few questions here and there - did you ever report it? Did you go to therapy? Do you want to? - but mostly he lets you talk.

I think he's afraid to touch you for a while. Even if you tell him it's okay, he's just a little anxious about accidentally hurting you or scaring you or anything.

If you struggle with panic-attacks or anxiety episodes or PTSD nightmares or anything like that, he offers to make some soothing potions or maybe a charm or something. Maybe even an enchanted dream catcher or something? He'll talk to you about different options and preferences and that sort of thing. If you're embarrassed about it then he takes your hands (after asking if you're okay with it) and assures you there's absolutely no shame in needing help. He spent five years living alone with his grief over Rime's death, so he knows how much that sucks and how important it is to be vulnerable. I think you taught him that.

I don't think he ever really had sex when Rime was dead? I can't remember if it was mentioned in canon but I dunno, I just think he was too consumed by his own grief to be interested in that. So when you say you aren't comfortable having sex, he's genuinely fine with that. He just needs you to outline your boundaries when it comes to other types of touching (hugging, hand holding, etc etc).

Stella cuddles with you more often, but presumably that's just a coincidence?

Anisa Anka

Anisa, as a Sunstone lieutenant, has probably had one or two incidents where her subordinates reported something along those lines. So when you tell her about what happened, she kinda defaults to that official procedure - comforts you softly, gently asks questions but doesn't press for info, assures you it wasn't your fault, so on and so on.

I think it's very much in her nature to want to confront the problem and punish the abuser. That's why those subordinates felt comfortable with telling her - because they were damn sure she wouldn't just sweep it under the rug. Shifts would immediately be changed to ensure no contact, evidence would be gathered, and she would do her absolute best to get the abuser imprisoned. If that wasn't possible then at the very least they would be kicked from the Order and threatened advised to stay far, far away from the victim.

But how can she possibly confront the person who hurt you when they're in another dimension? I think that's really hard for her to deal with.

She was already careful about potentially making you uncomfortable and/or accidentally abusing her position as your guide of this world, so now she's extra cautious about it. Very encouraging about whatever boundaries you need to set. She's fine with not having sex - toys exist after all - and I think she values emotional closeness over sexual intimacy anyways.

Very protective over you. Never lets you out of her sight when you guys are in public.

Sage Lesath

Alright let me get this out of the way; you can call it projecting or you can call it a natural morbidity, but I HC that Sage has dealt with this in the past.

Remember in the intro where Sage said he 'doesnt roll out of bed for anything less than ten silver' and one of the bar guys said he'd heard Sage would 'warm any bed for half of that'? I think there's truth to that. Especially when he had to take care of Tulsi and desperately needed the money.

I also think that you combine him getting sloppy - if not blackout - drunk with a reputation for being a slut with his favored drinking spots being full of criminals...

All I'm saying is that when you tell Sage about whatever happened to you, he's painfully understanding.

I think he's struggled with feelings of being weak. He's a strong man, a mercenary at that, and being victimized just,, fucks with him. So if you have feelings like that too, he does his best to reassure you.

You're uncomfortable with sex, that's genuinely fine. Just tell him what your limits are. Is flirting okay? Kissing? Cuddling? Do you want a safeword? He'll do everything he can to accommodate you. You just need to communicate your needs.

Probably doesn't bring you around the tavern anymore, or at least he lets you decide when you're okay going. He'll do everything he can to shield you from people being assholes, but it's a bar. Creeps are kinda inevitable.

I don't know what it would mean for your relationship. Sage is a very sexual guy, y'know? He would never ever pressure you into anything, but he might broach the topic of an open relationship. His first priority is you, though, so if it comes down to him relying on his hands and some toys all the time, then he's fine with that.

Rime Varela

This is another one of those times where I really wish we had a Rime route so I could make a better guess about how he'd react to a situation like this.

Something I've noticed in my replaying of Felix's route - aka the closest we got to a Redeemed route - Rime seems to struggle with empathy. And while we can certainly say that it's because there wasn't really a situation that warranted him showing it or because he was still so hurt over everything that happened that he emotionally shut himself off or whatever, I think it would be interesting if he just,, lost the ability to express empathy when he was stuck in the Void. Maybe it's something that gradually comes back over time?

That isn't to say that he doesn't care about what you're saying. Far from it. He just... doesn't really know how to comfort you. Not with something like this.

He's the least reactive about what happened, and maybe that's a good thing. Obviously he assures you it wasn't your fault and doesn't think any lesser of you for what you went through, but he doesn't have the same sort of heaviness that the other three get.

He really doesn't mind not having sex. Five years in real life was like,, I dunno, a thousand years in the Void or whatever. He wouldn't mind having sex, but he also really doesn't if it doesn't happen.

Though it's not obvious, Rime is keeping a close eye on you from then on. If he notices you're getting anxious or having nightmares or anything like that, then he offers to let you talk about it. And if you don't want to then he'll change the topics, usually ranting about something he's been researching or complaining about something stupid the other Starsworn did or whatever.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka x reader #sage lesath x reader #rime varela x reader #felix iskandar escellun #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #anisa anka #fictif anisa #last legacy anisa #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #rime solano varela #rime varela #fictif rime #last legacy rime #tw sa mention #cw sa mention #nsft #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

[straykats]

hi friends hehe to those who are waiting for evening star:

i do want to have part 2 up in the next few months, but am currently in A Lot of Shit regarding life, but uni is also a very big factor so when this semester ends, hopefully i can make a lot more progress!

i know i havent spoken of it in a hot second, but restart your clocks bc im speaking of it now.

im so sorry it's taking so long. i unfortunately don't have any updates on the progress (i am by no means far enough in to say anything more than i've started writing it) and also have no estimation of when i will have the next part finished.

one thing i do want to address is that my current outline of evening star consist of 8-10 parts, depending on how i group different key plot points. of course, there may be less than 8, depending on how i go and how many words each plot point is, and then also whether or not the story will develop properly to meet those plot points. that is, some ideas may end up being scrapped. what i'm trying to say is that evening star will be a relatively long story and may take more than a year for me to finish writing, if i'm also balancing life.

i hope that doesnt deter you from reading it, though! (and reminder: i do have a tag list, so you can be notified each time i update it!)

this isnt an extensively long post, but in summary:

there is no update schedule

i dont know when i will finish the next part

if youre gonna read it i hope youre in for the long run (but also please read it even if you arent HAHA)

i have a taglist and would be delighted to add people!!

okay that's all, friends! much love, always ♡

p.s. despite the lack of words going into it right now, evening star still remains one of the few things i'm really proud of myself for being able to accomplish (...planning it all out was real hard work for me, okay? and im sure writers who have written lengthy pieces know how hard it can be) and everytime some ints with it or leaves feedback it makes me very happy. i know its. its a lot of words (esp when you consider that i normally do blurb-y timestamp-y drabble-y things) and its no where near finished, so pfc i dont expect people to read it, but any love towards it will be so immensely appreciated.

#kat talks #straykits' evening star

[inariedwards]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better💖

Tagged by: @parantajanpolku thank you!

Favourite colour: Light yellow/tan/beige/sand colour aka the colour of the universe ("cosmic latte"). And grey of course, I have an entire sideblog about grey: @grey-in-color

Currently reading: An ebook called Kahdeksantoista runoniekkaa (18 poemwriters) which is about Finnish folk poets from the 1800s. So the chapters do a little bio on the person and then give some samples of the poems that have been preserved. I'm reading it because I was going through the available books on the Biblio-app (access to infinite ebooks with my library card!!) and I was adding things to my to-read list and accidentally clicked borrow book instead of add to list, so then I went "okay I guess I'll read this one now." So far I particularly liked Paavo Korhonen's poem about the letters of the Finnish alphabet, and the observation he made that the Lord's Prayer in Finnish does not have a single letter R. (He ofc means the translation of his time, where it uses the word velalliset instead of rikkoneet - the current translation does have one R).

Last series: Ummm, I'm gonna be honest with you: I don't have time to watch things. So it's either Revolutionary Girl Utena several months ago, or Steven Universe of which I watch the occasional episode every once and a while as research for my AU @steven-universe-renaissance

Last movie: I genuinely have no idea what it possibly could have been x_X It has been so long since I've had time to watch anything. But I will have more time starting December! Two whole days off! I will have a five day working week like some kind of a normal person! :O :O

Sweet, savoury or spicy: Sweet :9

Craving: Okay I will tell you, but because this is in English I will first explain to you what it is. So, sometime in 1800s a Finnish chocolate manufacturer traveled to Vienna (other languages call that city Wien) and brought a recipe for a kind of nougat candy with him, and the company still makes this chocolate with that recipe. And it is super good, and it also happens to be totally vegan by accident. And it's called... Wiener Nougat >_< So I hope you understand why I can't say out loud that I am craving Wiener Nougat because ffs with this name x_X

Currently working on: At work I am drawing some maps for new permanent exhibitions (Finnish War and Porvoo Diet of 1809), at the other work I am digitising museum objects (you can see them at loviisankaupunginmuseo.finna.fi !) Next summer I will have two summer exhibitions so I'm writing and brainprocessing them and also doing some crochet tests for one of them. I should be finishing a paperdoll for the museum, which I will hopefully finish in December once work lets off a little. A grant application for the art association I'm in. And my Steven Universe AU, though lately I've been doing more future planning (and drawing fusions >_> ) than making the next episode...

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-One

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My stomach aches with laughter as Duff delivers his punchline of his joke, my hands coming up to cover my mouth as I try to chew my fried mozzarella stick and he takes a sip of his beer, laughing as I snort, which only causes me to laugh even harder, until the both of us are laughing possibly the ugliest anyone has ever laughed, and I'm discarding my food into a napkin because I'm laughing too hard to try to chew it.

My eyes are watering, and thin tears roll down my cheeks.

We finally calm down, seeing people glaring at us for being so loud, but we ignore them.

"That was pretty good." I give him credit where credit is due, shifting in my seat a little and taking in a sharp breath as my sore thigh takes notice of the movement.

"Are you okay?" He asks me and I nod.

"It's still sore." I tell him, trying not to take notice of the expression on his face that flashes for a split second.

Nobody could understand why the hell I went right back home when I got out of the hospital like Nikki hadn't put my life in serious danger.

It wasn't like Nikki had intentionally shot at me. He didnt know what the hell I was and just kicked into to survival mode.

I didn't see the big deal in staying with him.

Tommy, Vince and Mick didn't even know what really happened. Doc had told them the same thing he told me to tell the press: I dropped Nikki's gun on accident, while trying to move it, and it went off and caught me.

He didn't want them to know the truth because they were working on the new album, and he didn't want to "create conflict" within the group.

So the only people that knew the truth aside from Fred, Doc and Nikki, was Duff, Slash, Steven, Izzy and Axl.

It wasn't long after that, that Axl informed me he wrote "You're Crazy" about me as a joke, but realized he was pretty right to write it because, in his words, "you staying with the crackhead heroin junkie that already treats you like shit, then fucking shot you, just solidifies my theory that you're actually, medically, out of your mind, and your insanity isn't just 'to be determined' anymore" and I asked him if he "wanted to be the pot or the kettle?"

The irony of him--out of all people--calling anybody else "crazy" was beyond me.

Thirty-two years later and he still dedicates the song to me every time they play it live.

After we're done eating our Sunday lunch, we pay and head to my car, slowly, because I'm limping and Duff's walking slow so he doesn't leave me.

"So, I kinda did something for your late birthday present." He informs me out of nowhere and I raise my brows.

"What do you mean?" I ask, fumbling to get my keys from my purse, shielding my eyes from the harsh sun in my face as we head to the parking lot.

"Mandy and I broke up." He states and I raise my brows.

"...You broke up with your girlfriend as my birthday present?" I'm confused and he chuckles it off.

"No!" He nervously rubs at the back of his neck. "She broke up with me, actually, but that's not what your present is."

"She broke up with you? Are you okay?" I ask.

"It's a girl, Viv. There's plenty more decent girls to choose from when I'm ready to be in a relationship again." He shrugs.

"Did she tell you why she was breaking things off?" I question.

"Just needed space or time or something like that, I don't know. I was kinda drunk when she called to tell me."

"She broke up with you over a phone call?" I raise my voice, my nostrils flaring.

"Viv, chill out." He let's out with a laugh, nudging me with his arm. "You haven't let me explain the good part of this."

"Well then explain." I clear my throat and he rubs his lips together.

"I talked to Nikki last night 'cause he and Tommy came around to hangout with us for a little while." He explains.

"Mhm?"

"I mentioned the fact that you were kinda getting back into dancing and he said he'd been meaning to ask me about it because you'd told him about Mandy letting you use their rehearsal space to dance."

"She didn't even know I was using it, you just sneak me in whenever she's not there. Well, at least, you did. I'm assuming she got the key back from you."

"You're not letting me finish." He points out and I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Okay. I'm listening."

"Nikki and I conspired together, and I'm buying the place from Mandy, and Nikki is going to pay for any renovations and cleaning up it probably definitely needs."

I stop walking, my face falling, unable to say anything.

"So...happy birthday?" He cautiously finishes, not able to gauge how I'm gonna react.

I just start crying.

"I-I'm sorry, if you didn't want that we can--"

"--I'm not crying because I'm upset, I'm crying because I'm happy." I tell him, wiping my running mascara.

"Viv." He smiles a little, and I hug him to me, my arms around him tightly as I squeeze my eyes closed.

"Thank you." I mumble to him and he kisses at my hair for a second.

"Happy birthday."

I knew on Nikki's part it was an attempt to apologize without actually saying "I'm sorry for shooting you" because if he said "I'm sorry" it would mean admitting he was wrong and I was right about his drug use.

And Vivian could never be right about anyone over-doing it with their bad habits.

I shut the front door, slipping my kitten heels off by the door before I calmly step through the house to get to our bedroom so I can change from my church dress.

Nikki's passed out in our bed. I've gotten to where I have to wake him up and get him to bed or just sleep next to him in the closet.

I accidentally rolled over and stabbed myself with one of his used needles a few nights ago so I've been praying he's been using clean needles and isn't going to transfer anything weird to me.

I change clothes and get into our bed, watching him sleep, at least I think he's asleep.

"How was church?" He asks me, keeping his liner smudged eyes shut and I run the tip of my finger over his bare chest.

"It was good." I reply. "It ran late again today." I lie, not wanting him to find out about Duff and I eating lunch again.

"Oh." He yawns, turning over to face me and I get a little closer to him, hooking my leg around his hip and he grins softly, resting his hand on the curve of my back.

"So, Zutaut called again." I tell him and he sighs out.

"Nope." He sits up and I untangle from him, rolling my eyes as I follow him into the bathroom.

"You didn't even let me finish." I argue, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorway as he puts the toilet seat up to pee.

"I don't need to let you finish. This is the second time he's called in the three days and you told me the first time he called he was wondering if I'd be up to produce your friends' album."

"I love how they're strictly just my friends as soon they inconvenience you. Which I don't even consider this an inconvenience."

"Then what is it, Viv?" He flushes the toilet and steps to the shower to turn it on.

"An opportunity to actually listen to our--'our' meaning 'your's, too'--friends' music. And help them get it put down on an album that actually stays true to their sound instead of trying to add all the extra bull crap that everyone else that's wanted to produce them, has done." I state as he gets his clothes off and gets into the shower.

"What's in it for me?" He asks over the sound of the water.

"Um, the satisfaction of helping a hungry band reach their dreams and share their music? Also helping them get money because once the kids see the album is produced by Nikki Sixx they're gonna buy it because they trust your opinion on good rock music?" I suggest hopefully.

"I want blowjobs." He cuts through the sentimental atmosphere I created in my mind surrounding friendship and dedication, and I glare at the shower as my face drops from it's smile into an unamused expression. "Like, on-command blowjobs. Anytime, anywhere."

"You want me to drop to my knees the second you snap your fingers? Ha!" I scoff.

"Then I'm not even gonna consider producing them."

"Oh my goodness gracious, fine!" I give up, letting out a heavy sigh. "For how long?"

"Um, until I come?"

"No, I mean over what duration of time do I have to sacrifice the wellbeing of my jaw for your disgusting and degrading satisfaction?"

"Until you get arthritic to the point of not being able to get down that low without throwing a joint out of place." He says and I raise a brow, yanking the shower open.

"I am not gonna be in my fifties getting on my knees every time you want some head." I state and he laughs.

"If I have to give you on-command BJs, you have to go down on me on-command."

"You don't even have to tell me to eat you out, I'll gladly do it without the say-so." He says as he shapes his lathered hair straight up with his hands and I have to keep myself from laughing at his childishness. "And can you close that, It's kinda nippley out there." He motions outside of the shower and I shake my head a little before pinning my hair off of my shoulders with a hair clip on our counter and start pulling my clothes off.

I get in with him and he smirks.

"Am I in trouble?" He asks and I raise my brows before reaching my hands up to squish down on his hair that he's got perfectly sculpted upward with shampoo. "No, Viv!" He tries to protect it, laughing loudly.

Tom Zutaut had pressed at me to convince Nikki to at least consider producing "Appetite for Destruction."

Everyone that was interested in Guns N' Roses wanted to alter their music or add unnecessary elements to their signature raw sound. He knew Nikki advocated for people not compromising on what they want, especially with their music, and knew he would never try to produce the album the way he wanted it, but the way the band wanted it.

The only problem there was in the plan...

I roll my eyes as Nikki takes a bump of coke to try to pull himself out of his heroin induced stupor as I fall back in the seat across from him in the limousine, wiping my smudged lipstick from around my mouth, panting, hot and bothered because he started something and couldn't get his prick up to finish it.

Oh, the joys of body function inhibiting drugs.

"Okay, c'mon." He says as he takes a deep breath.

I get back on him to straddle his lap, my hands pulling my dress up my hips and pushing my panties aside while he rubs at himself.

It doesn't seem like he's getting any harder, and the mood is ruined.

"Babe, it's okay." I sigh out, calmly, although I'm frustrated.

"Fuck." He curses, just as irritated, his boot harshly kicking the edge of the seats across from us, his fingers grasping at his hair.

I fix my panties back and move off of him, smoothing my dress back down as he tucks himself back into his pants and laces them back up.

"I'm sorry, Viv." He turns his head to the side to look at me while he's leaning his head back.

"It's fine." I assure him. "Not like I need to be putting that much pressure on my thigh anyway." I add and the atmosphere in the car immediately tenses up.

He doesn't reply, putting his shades on to prepare for the flashing cameras bound to find us.

He despises the press.

I don't blame him.

Once we get stopped, Nikki's opening the door, tightly grasping at my hand.

"Nikki! Nikki!" They all seem to be shouting, followed by questions such as, "you guys working on the album?", "what are some songs we can expect on the new album?", "when are you releasing a new record?", "is it true you went to rehab for heroin?", "are you still on drugs?"

"Vivian, there's pregnancy rumors, do you know who, in the band, is the father?" Someone shouts and I ignore them, keeping my head down and my eyes closed, letting Nikki cut through the reporters and get us into the venue to meet Tom and let Nikki experience his first official Guns N' Roses show.

...Nikki hated it.

He was ready to leave only two songs in and showed absolutely no interest in spending his time producing them.

He wouldn't even really pin point what exactly he didn't like about their music or their playing, he just didn't like it.

He admits now that he was so fucked up that night, in particular, that he wouldn't have known what was good music if it hit him in the face.

I figured that might have been the case since he was the first one to put in for Guns N' Roses to join Mötley Crüe on the "Girls, Girls, Girls" tour and advocate for their music.

His mood swings gave me whiplash.

"What do you think so far?" Tom asks Nikki as Nikki takes a sip of his drink.

"I don't see the fuss." He states, and Tom and I exchange looks, confused.

"W-What?" I ask, furrowing my brows. "Are you kidding me?"

"Did I stutter?"

"W--C'mon, Nikki, you haven't even heard some of their other stuff. These kids have the potential to be extraordinary, they're almost there. You can't just write them off like this."

"I'm not writing anybody off. They're my friends and I dig their enthusiasm but I can barely find the time to work on our own album, let alone produce someone else's and they're not striking me enough to make me want to sacrifice more of my time to produce them."

"Baby, if you would just give them a chan--"

"--Viv, I said 'no'." He sternly scolds me and tears swell up in my eyes because I could have sworn Nikki would have really liked their music.

"I'll be right back." I tell them, stepping to the bathroom to dry my tears.

At the time I thought Nikki was just being an asshole.

He didn't tell me he didn't want to produce them because he wouldn't have done the kind of job they deserved for their talent on their debut album.

He wanted to do right by them, and that meant staying as far away from their music as possible.

He didn't tell anyone that because that would have been him admitting he had a problem.

"Lose the nasty attitude, Vivian." Nikki orders as I stomp into our house while he shuts the front door behind him, locking it.

"Why? You gonna toss me aside, too?" I hiss, taking my jacket off and throwing my purse onto the coffee table, crossing my arms.

"Will you just drop it? It's not like there aren't thousands of producers that would love to help them out." He takes his jacket off, tossing it to the couch.

"What is wrong with their music? Is it their sound, their personality, their--"

"--Vivian, I said 'drop it'!" He barks.

"I have every right to be angry, Nikki! You clearly might not give a fuck about them but they are my friends--who I know good and damn well have immense talent and there's even some of it that's yet to be untapped--and I just wanted you to give them an actual shot at achieving the thing all of them have worked their asses off for and dreamed about since they were kids!" I throw my hands up.

"I'm done talking about this." He states, stepping to our bedroom.

"I'm not!" I take my heel off and throw it as hard as I can at his head.

It hits the back of his hair and he stops in his tracks.

"Tom said it himself, and you heard him: Guns N' Roses will be the biggest rock n roll band in the world if they just get someone behind them that can guide them to where they need to be!" I ball my fists up at my sides, digging my nails into my palms.

Nikki just slowly turns to face me, his eyes wild, his breathing labored, and a out of line theory sprouts in my mind, but the way he's been acting lately it won't surprise me if it's true.

"Is that why you won't help them?" I ask him, cutting my eyes. "Because they're possibly going to dethrone Mötley Crüe?"

The fact that I'm insinuating he gives a fuck about bullshit "competition", especially in regards to his friends, just infuriates him more. I see it in his eyes.

He just turns back around and goes to our bedroom, slamming the door shut.

I roll my jaw, my eyes drifting to the beautiful display of his gold and platinum records on the wall beside the hallway that leads to guest bedrooms.

My skin of my knuckles is splitting open when my fist collides with the glass of the "Shout at the Devil" Gold award.

Platinum's next.

Just before I'm going for "Too Fast for Love", Nikki's screaming from our bedroom doorway, Jack Daniel's in hand.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He shouts and I just shoot him a glare before taking the "Too Fast for Love" plaque off the wall. "Put the fucking plaque down Vivian." Nikki orders, stepping closer to me.

"Produce their album." I demand, acting as if I'm going to drop it.

"Put. It. Down. Vivian."

"Or what? You'll shoot me again?" I taunt him and he grinds his teeth. "Produce their album." I repeat.

"Go to hell, crazy bitch." He snaps.

"You go first!" I holler back, hurling the award at the wall and it crashes into another plaque and they both shatter to pieces.

I turn around just in time to see Nikki pouring Jack all over my Bible that he'd plucked from the coffee table, just before pulling his lighter out.

"Stop!" I shriek, rushing to him.

I'm too late, though, and he's lighting it up and throwing it into the empty fire place just as I make it to him.

A God-awful feeling of dread fills me as Sikki looks very proud of himself.

I can't even look at him right now.

Walking to the kitchen to wash my bleeding hand off and get it wrapped up, I start to think a mile a minute.

My heart clenches in my chest as tears line my lashes.

How predictable of Nikki Sixx to burn a fucking Bible just to piss off a christian who's had said Bible since childhood...but it somehow shocks me that he'd do it to me, I guess.

I glance down at my wedding ring.

I've noticed it feels more and more like a weight with every argument he and I have.

Our entire relationship was just an open body of water that, that freaking ring was dragging me deeper and deeper in to.

The pressure was starting to get painful and I needed air.

My finger tips tug at my wedding ring and I leave it on the kitchen counter before I'm walking to our bedroom-- while he's still in the living room-- locking the door and heading to the closet, quickly gathering every lick of heroin, coke, and pills before going to our bathroom and flushing all of it, all the while Nikki's banging his fist against our bedroom door.

I hear a loud crash, and realize he kicked the door in.

"Vivian!" He screams as I'm giving the final flush to the last bindle, opening the bathroom door.

He's pushing me aside rather roughly and stomping to the toilet as the sound of the tank refilling with water let's him know what I've been doing.

"What did you do?!" He seethes at me, finger in my face, eyes shot, five o'clock shadow framing his gritted teeth.

And I just turn around with the intention of getting my shoes back on and leaving.

His hand is catching in my hair and yanking me back to him.

"Nikki, fuck off!"

"Don't fucking walk away from me!" He yells.

"I should have walked away from you six years ago!" I exclaim, tears of anger rolling down my cheeks.

This gets his attention because he's letting me go, an obvious expression of hurt on his face.

"I should have never slept with you. I should have never dated you. I should have never told you I'd marry you and I never should have taken vows to love and honor and protect someone who can't even get off of drugs long enough to love and honor and protect me." I sniffle and he blinks at me slowly as if holding back on his emotions.

"Then walk the fuck away." He hisses at me, rolling his jaw.

I left.

Nikki called Vanity.

And I went to find Duff.

I shut my car door before making my way into the Seventh Veil, running a hand through my hair as music blares through the speakers.

I glance around, hoping they're here because I've been up and down the strip and they've been nowhere to be found.

My prayers are answered when I look to see the massive fluff of blonde hair and I walk over to the table where Duff, Izzy, Steven, and Slash are, yanking a chair from a neighboring table and sitting with them.

They give me weird looks, Steven glancing around to check for Nikki or any of the other guys, before exchanging looks with Duff and Slash while Izzy seems unphased, his eyes on the same thing mine are on: the dancer on stage.

"Um...Viv?" Steven asks me cautiously and I side eye him.

"Yeah." I mumble.

"Uh, a-are you here alone?" He asks.

"Yep."

"Do you like strippers or something?" Slash asks me next.

"Nope."

"Did Nikki piss you off?" Duff's next.

"Yep."

"Is your hand alright?" Steven motion's to my hand that's got a scabbed over, bloody cut over the top of it.

"Shh, guys, she has to keep a clear mind so she can properly construct her plan to ask the dancers if they've accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior." Izzy sarcastically puts in and I cut my eyes at him as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

"Talk all your shit, Stradlin. Just gives me more motivation to curate ideas to make your life harder."

"Your existence in itself makes my life harder." He scoffs.

"Good that means I'm fulfilling one of the purposes God gave me for my life."

"Is your other purpose getting your husband so heated he throws you out of the house?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." I pretend to feel sorry, poking my lip out a little. "I forget I can't be upset with Nikki around you because you get bothered at the thought of anyone being upset with your gothic, heroin hounding, drug buddy because you're kindred spirits that have bonded over being tortured artists."

"Oh, go read your Bible." He tells me.

"Can't. Nikki set it on fire." I shoot back and Duff chokes on his drink.

"He what?" Duff asks me, like he's trying to contain a little anger over it.

"So we can expect the Sixxes to get a divorce?" Izzy asks me, clearly joking, and I shake my head.

"No, he's just being a junked-out prick." I mumble, crossing my arms.

"Do you wanna get your anger out by aggressively throwing our money?" Steven asks and I blink.

"I'll go politely put the money on the edge of the stage." I say and Duff finishes his drink, setting the glass face down.

"Alright, let's get outta here." He tells me with a sigh, standing up. "We'll see you guys later."

"Alright, man." Izzy nods. "Viv." He adds.

"Izzy." I reply.

"Bye, Viv." Steven and Slash both say and I smile a little.

"Bye, guys."

I follow Duff out of the club, and he nearly trips coming out, causing me to grab at his hand and arm to try to help him keep balanced, and a few flashes go off, signaling paparazzi and I audibly groan as they move in.

My hand shields my eyes as my other hand holds tightly to Duff's arm as asinine questions are thrown at me but I ignore them.

The bastards got a good enough shot at just the right second--with me holding onto Duff with both of my hands, the two of us sharing wide smiles because we were laughing over him nearly tripping to the ground--that it definitely came across as "a picture's worth a thousand words" but the only words told by that picture was that we were a little more than friends...and that's what the headline spun it up as by the time it landed in Nikki's hands.

The argument it led to sparked the birth of "You're All I Need", delivered by the vocals of Vince, from the demented mind of Sikki Nixx himself.

"Where'd you park?" Duff asks me in my ear over the sound of photography and strangers talking at us, and I tug him into direction of my car that's parked down the street against the curb.

"Welp that's something I'm gonna get to explain to Nikki." I state as soon as we get into my car.

"He knows nothing's happening." He replies, laughing it off.

"Yeah, right." I say under my breath, as I start heading down the road. "Where to?" I ask, stopping at a stop light.

"Oh, I don't know I was just trying to keep you from swinging on Izzy." He admits with a chuckle and I shake my head a little.

"I'd never hit Izzy. Axl, definitely, Izzy, no. He's my favorite."

"Izzy's your favorite? How'd that happen? You two are, like, polar opposites." He asks me with an amused smile.

"He agrees that Sid probably killed Nancy." I inform him and he throws his head back and let's out a frustrated, but humorous, groan.

After finally deciding to just get milk-shakes, we sit in a corner booth of Denny's and once we get out orders, Duff's clearing his throat.

"So, I saw you guys at the show earlier."

He tells me and I raise my brows, sipping at my strawberry milkshake. "You didn't tell us you were coming, we could've told them to take you guys backstage."

"We weren't able to stay very long afterwards...Nikki just wanted to see you guys play together live." I explain.

"Oh." He nods, before asking the dreaded question: "what did he think?"

"He digs you guys." I lie, giving a little smile.

The guys never knew Nikki was approached to produce the album, each of them found out later.

I think they're secretly glad he never touched "Appetite for Destruction."

That album would have been an absolute train wreck under his junkie guidance, just like everything else that Nikki seemed to be apart of in 1987.

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Hihi~ I have two questions I wish to ask you! Question one! Hopefully this isn't personal, but you tag a lot of people. Who would you consider your closest friend on here? I don't know why I'm asking, but I'm just a bit curious. I hope I'm not too nosy 😫 Question two! I need more series to read, so who do you recommend??? Goldilocks is amazing and I am so in love with it!! Keep up the beautiful work! ❤

HELLO LOVELY ANON~~

Nah, not too personal :’) but HOW COULD YOU ASK ME TO CHOOOOOOSE?! I have so many friends and there are so many great people... so I’m just gonna list all the beautiful peeps I talk to on the regular. For the second part of the question, a lot of my friends are actually writers themselves and I’ll throw in a recommendation or two.

@btswritertrash has been my friend for the longest- I think we met within the first week I started my blog. We talk pretty much every day. She has a rather lengthy masterlist if you want to check it out!

@echo-writes okay now this bish is like the cutest damn person ever. I also go bother her daily and I don’t know why she puts up with me 😂 beautiful person. Beautiful writer. Really good friend. Lots of soulmate AUs. If you want to be shook, go check out 100 Days or my personal obsession at the moment, Those Who Are Broken.

@sugaforthesoul has slaaaaaaain me. I’ve met her in real life and I’ll just say not only is she gorgeous but she’s got quite the brain. She always gives me things to think about. Go read everything written by her. Like really. Everything. (see @bangtan-wishes masterlist here and look for Devi)

@the-chapmania is my favorite meme child right after Bambam and Jung- I mean... just Bambam. I WILL ADMIT TO NOTHING. He’s like the lil bro I never wanted, but ultimately needed 💖

@arealfakehalsey is the smolest, cutest lil duckling. If you ever need to be cheered up, she’s the person. Hands down.

@seaseok and I only met a little while ago, but she’s a stellar person, I can assure you. She’s a great hypewoman and loves writing. I don’t think she’s posted anything yet... but I know she has a couple things in the works and I honestly can’t wait to read them.

Now, I’m not really personal friends with @seokvie or @kimtrain (I mean I almost pass out every time the former likes or reblogs something of mine), but you need to go look at their stories if you haven’t already. Lord knows they work so hard and their fics are beautiful. See kimtrain’s shifter AU’s (especially this one) if you want some premium, quality fluff. And if you like Goldilocks, you can literally thank Lila for the smut. I just combed through her masterlist for inspiration :’)

Hope this helps! And remember, I’m always happy make new friends (and add to my lengthy list of people to tag haha~).

Much love ~🐰 xx

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