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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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Wildest Dreams

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader

Song inspo: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Summary: Y/n's celebrity crush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, makes her dreams come true when she meets him at a bar after the walking dead comic con.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, *Jeffrey is single*, plot, smut, sexual tension, cursing, sex, oral, daddy-kink

This is my first attempt at fanfiction ever, ahhh! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

This can't be happening right now. I can't believe he's actually right there. I'm about to touch him.

"Well hello there." Jeffrey's smile widens as I approach his open arms. "What's your name, darlin'?"

"Y/n...Hi" I smile and let him wrap his arms around me.

"That is a beautiful name, y/n. You ready?"

"Yeah, but can we pose a different way though.. maybe looking at each other?" I ask, hoping he can't hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Absolutely, doll." He turns his body facing mine and gently places his fingers around my jawline, looking directly into my eyes and lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "Relax." His tone is soft but demanding.

The photographer counts to 3 but it feels like 10 because Jeffrey's hazel brown eyes are burning flames into mine. I swear this man is staring into my soul as if he can read every thought I've ever had about him. Including that one, because the left side of his mouth suddenly raises and he lets out a "negan-like" chuckle that only the two of us can hear.

I'm the first one to break away from our embrace and I can feel my cheeks redden as I take another glance at him. I make a mental note to never forget what he looks like in person and let my stare linger a little too long on his chest hair peeking out from his white t-shirt. His smirk grows wider and he leans down, putting his mouth next to my ear. "You... are adorable."

When he leans away, the smell of tobacco, leather, and sweet mint fills my lungs.

Even now as I sit in my car, his scent is burned into my nose and the front of my shirt.. I'll never wash it again. My eyes close and my head falls back against my driver's seat.

The rest of my evening is spent binge watching The Walking Dead -season 7 of course - and ordering too much room service. I should go out. I drove 3 hours to Austin, TX.. by myself, which is a big deal for me. I should at least explore the city while I'm here.

I shower and throw on some jean shorts and a cute top, pretending I'm not bothered by the fact that I just washed any trace of my parasocial boyfriend off of me. At least I have this. I hold the picture we took and study it for the 48th time today.

After google searching "nightlife in Austin", Sixth Street seems to be where it's at, so I head that way and although it's only 7 minutes away from my hotel, it takes me 30 to find parking. I have no clue where exactly I'm going or what I'm doing, but hell - I met Jeffrey Dean Morgan earlier. If I could do that, I could do anything. I apply some lip gloss and tell my anxiety to go fuck itself before climbing out of the car.

Bright neon signs from every building light up the street and I smile to myself at the couples holding hands walking past me. I browse around at my options for drinks - not food - because I destroyed $70 worth of room service earlier - and make out the faint sound of Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift coming from one of the pubs up ahead as if it's calling my name. "Shakespeare's." the old sign reads, and I know that's the one. I make my way into the mildly crowded pub, find a seat at the end of the bar, and don't waste any time ordering a drink.

I bring up the picture of Jeffrey and me on my phone and study it.. for the 49th time today. I'm lost in my thoughts when a deep voice fills my ear. "Shit. That is one handsome dude." He takes a seat next to me and orders himself a drink while I stare at him wide-eyed and unable to speak. Oh.. my god.

Jeffrey orders his drink and turns his body towards me slightly with that signature grin on his stupidly handsome face. He breaks the silence since my lips seem to be paralyzed at the moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking, y/n." ... he remembered my name.

"I'm thinking that there is no way this is real life right now." I grin and look around, trying to mentally focus on suppressing the redness in my cheeks.

He laughs as the bartender places his drink down. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me." I say under my breath as I sip my drink, surprised by my liquid courage. If he heard me, he ignores it and I internally cringe at myself.

"Cheers, darlin'." We tap our drinks and I throw my head back to finish mine completely. I sense his gaze on me and turn to face him completely. "So.. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" He fires back.

"Apparently having a drink with my celebrity crush." I laugh and cringe again. I need to stop.

"Crush? Me?" sarcasm drips from his smirk as he sips on his whiskey. "Would have never guessed.. not with the way you were blushing like hell during our picture."

My mouth drops open. "I was not!"

"No? Lemme see then." He nods towards my phone in my lap.

I pause hesitantly before handing him my phone and unlocking it for him. Bad idea. Instead of looking at our picture, he clicks on the camera button and turns it to selfie mode. He raises my phone in front of us and leans into me. I'm caught off guard but quickly lean into him, our faces touching and I smile as cool, calm, and collected as I can be in this moment.

He snaps a couple pictures of us and looks at them. "We are fucking cute as shit." He shows me and I laugh.

He pulls some glasses out of his jacket pocket and slides them on his face while holding my phone. I watch him in awe as he takes it upon himself to browse through my phone. My heart drops when he goes to the home screen and sees himself as my wallpaper with cute little hearts and cherries surrounding him. Fuck.

I wait for his reaction but it doesn't faze him. And if it does, he says nothing. He stares at the screen a little longer then finally glances at me with a smirk before turning his attention back to my phone. His thumb presses the tiktok icon and I watch curiously. He's not seriously about to suggest we make a tiktok together. Ick.

Worse. Instead, he clicks on my favorites and multiple squares of his face pop up - edits of him. I almost reach for my phone, but part of me likes that he sees it. What is wrong with me.

He looks at me and raises his brow. For the first time all night, I don't blush when he looks at me and it seems to amuse him because he chuckles and looks back at my phone. He clicks on one of the edits and watches himself on top of another woman kissing her passionately. I watch it with him unashamedly. Before it ends, he suddenly clicks my screen off and hands me my phone back.

"Why did you save that?" he asks with a serious tone.

"Uh, I jus - I liked it." I shrug.

"You like watching me make love to women?"

I laugh to myself. "Uhhh. Yeah, I guess so."

He pauses and stares at me, this time with a serious expression. "Do you wish it was you?"

My eyes widen and I open my mouth to answer but no words come out.

He stands and puts his jacket on. Oh great, I scared him. Good job y/n.

"Let's go." He throws a $100 on the bar and motions for me to stand up too.

I'm obviously not going to question this man. If he tells me to bark, I'll bark. I almost faint when I feel his big palm firmly placed right above my backside as we're leaving.

We exit the bar with our heads down as we quickly walk to his car. He opens the passenger side and I get in, waiting for him to appear on the other side. Leather, mint, and tobacco fill my lungs and I'm gone once again.

I'm so lost in my head that I don't even notice that he's already in the driver's seat. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't even know anymore." My answer amuses him and he drives a few blocks away to one of the "rich" hotels. The entire ride over is awkward silence with the exception of Jeffrey blowing puffs of cigarette smoke towards the crack in his window every few moments.

"Y/n." He puts the car in park and turns towards me while flicking his cigarette out the window and rolling it up. "At any point tonight if you want to leave or.. you.. want me to stop, I need you to tell me, okay?"

I look at him and his face is the most serious I've seen it all day.

"Okay." I whisper.

"Come here." Is all he says before I'm leaned towards him over the middle console and so close to his face that our noses are touching. I wait for him to make the move but he doesn't. He looks down at my lips and sighs. "Fuck. I'm not going to kiss you."

I back away a little, feeling embarrassed before he continues explaining. He brings me back closer to him and his hand caresses my cheek. "I need you to understand that tonight is a one time thing, y/n. You.. you can't catch anymore feelings for me than you already have, okay? I'm going to make you feel good, but I'm not going to break your heart in the process."

The smell of his minty cigarette breath tempts me and I have to mentally restrain myself from not crashing into this man's lips. But I just nod instead.

"Good girl." Is all he says before he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door.

The way up to his room is quick and discreet. It's 11pm so we only pass two people on the way up and they didn't seem to recognize him. Even his hotel room is already filled with his signature scent, minus the tobacco.

"Would you like to stay the night with me, y/n?"

"Um, obviously. Are you kidding? ..Yes, I'd love to." I laugh and look around his room.

The lights are off, but the room is bright enough with the city lights shining through the windows. I fall into the bed dramatically on the side closest to the window.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. Make yourself comfortable, okay?" he grins before closing the bathroom door. I stare back at the closed door and imagine what he looks like getting undressed behind it.

I glance around the large room and notice his phone sitting on the nightstand next to "his side" of the bed. He went through mine.. so it's only fair if I -

I reach over and grab his phone. 042266. I type in his birthdate and the phone locks. I laugh to myself. Too easy, old man.

There's a recent text message from.. my number? I click it and the picture he took of us at the bar pops up. And another one - our picture we took at comic con. He sent them to himself.

I don't want to intrude on his personal business too much, so instead I open his camera and take some goofy selfies. The bathroom door opens while I'm mid tongue out. He stops and stares at me as I slowly set his phone down on the bed. I shrug at him and he shakes his head a little and laughs. He appears in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I turn my gaze away before I get carried away and my eyes get permanently glued to his torso.

"It's okay, y/n. You can look at me. In fact, I want you to."

I look back at him and don't even bother hiding how hard I'm checking him out now. I observe every hair on his chest and my eyes travel south until I'm imagining what he looks like under the towel. A lucky water drop runs down his flat stomach and disappears and I'm hoping the drool I just felt run down my chin was just my imagination. He walks slowly over to my side of the bed and stands next to me.

"You ready to find out what my cock looks like, y/n?"

If I was drinking water right now, I would have just spit it out all over him. I nod and he drops the towel. His cock springs free and I stare at it in awe. He's about 7-8 inches of thick perfection and I've never seen something so hot in my life. He looks down at himself, a proud smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Tell me one of your fantasies, y/n. We're not doing anything tonight that you haven't already thought about."

"I - well, one of them is.. putting it in my mouth." I look up at him innocently.

"What are you waiting for, then?"

I get up and push him gently for him to sit on the bed, then get on my knees in between his legs. If I weren't still buzzing from the drinks earlier, there is no way I'd have the confidence to do this.

He leans back slightly with his hands on either side of him on the bed and looks down at me through lust filled hazel eyes.

"It's all yours baby." He smiles and tucks his bottom lip under his teeth.

I slowly take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him - like man and fresh leather soap. I groan around him as I take him further and the growl that escapes his throat encourages me to take him as far in the back of my throat as I can.

"Fuuuck baby." His deep voice strains and I watch as his head fall back with pleasure. I continue steadily sucking him and stroking where my throat won't reach. His moans grow louder with each time he hits the back of my throat.

He suddenly thrusts his hips up slightly, causing me to gag and jolt back a little.

"Goddamn it, y/n. You are not making me cum yet." He hanks my hair back and his cock pops out of my mouth and stands strong against his stomach. It's big and wet and throbbing, and my legs clench together and the sight of him.

I stand up and take my shirt off, then my bra. Then slowly slide my shorts and panties down while facing away from him. A satisfied moan escapes his lips and he wastes no time grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. He positions me until my head is on the bed and my ass in the air before I feel his cock press against my soaked pussy from behind. He rubs himself against my wet slit until I'm whimpering and begging him to put it in me.

"Beg for me, baby." He slaps my ass and the sensation causes me to jump a little.

"Please, Jeffrey. I need you. Please."

"Baby, now I know that's not what you call me in your fantasies, is it?" Another slap to my bare ass makes me yelp.

"Daddy.. please!"

His dark chuckle fills the room and every one of my senses is on fire. His scent, his voice, his dick all surround me until I'm crying and pleading for this man to ruin me. "Please daddy, I need you. Please."

"Sorry, princess. I'm taking my time with you." He flips me over suddenly until I'm laying flat on my back. His knees push mine apart, signaling me to spread open for him until he positions himself above me. He leans over me until our faces are inches apart.

My hands roam over his lean body and scratch his back lightly as his lips travel down my neck. His hard cock slides back and forth between my slit and it feels too good every time it brushes my sensitive clit.

"Goddamn, you are soaking my fucking cock and I haven't even put it inside you yet, baby." he groans and bites my nipple gently before taking it into his mouth and sucking so hard it hurts.

He finally leans up, sitting on his knees, and positions his cock right at my entrance.

"Was I or gentle or rough in your fantasies?" He rubs the head against my clit before sliding it back down. My pussy is weeping for him at this point.

"Rough.. please." I choke out.

"Please.. what?" He growls.

"Please daddy!"

He chuckles. "You want it rough baby?" I nod and a tear runs down my cheek at how bad I need him.

"Be careful what you ask for." In one motion, he enters me fully, causing me to scream out at the sudden sensation. My body feels like it was just completely ripped in half, and I wouldn't want it any other way so I cry out for him to do it again. He smirks before pulling out all the way and ramming himself back in.

He starts thrusting at a steady pace and I concentrate on the way his balls feel slapping against me.

Even more tears fall from my face from the extreme emotions he's making me feel. Horny, desperate, obsessed, in.. love.

Fuck.

"Baby. Why are you crying?" He slows his pace and leans over me, assessing my eyes.

"I - I don't know. I - I just.."

"You want me to stop?" his voice is filled with lust and concern.

"No! .. No, don't stop. I just.."

I love you.

"I want it slower." I lie.

"Y/n.. I know you better than that already." He says gently as he thrusts into me deep and agonizingly slow. His lips brush over my ear. "Tell me, baby." He kisses my neck before grabbing my jaw firmly and looking for answers in my eyes. "Tell me, y/n, or I'm stopping."

I close my eyes and blurt out before I can stop myself. "I - I think I love you."

Jeffrey's expression falls serious and he looks back and forth between my eyes while slowly releasing my jaw. His head drops and his eyes close as if he just got slapped, but he continues fucking me.

"Goddamn it, y/n... I told you.. I told you not to catch feelings."

I just stare at him and cry. "I'm sorry."

He closes his eyes again tightly as if contemplating what he should do next. Before I can say anything else, his lips crash against mine. I kiss him back passionately and his tongue slips into my mouth. He picks up the pace with our kiss and his hips and I moan into his mouth.

"Fuck, baby. What am I gonna do with you?" his breathing grows faster and heavier with mine.

"Jeffrey.. fuck, I'm - I'm."

"Cum for me, baby." He growls and quickens his thrusts again.

I scream out for him and he moans into my neck.

"Jeffrey.. you know what else I fantasize about?" I ask him while trying to catch my breath.

"What's that, baby?" His balls slap against me over and over and over.

"What you taste like when you cum."

He lifts his head to look at me and paints a devilish grin across his face. "Yeah? You want me to cum in that pretty mouth, baby?"

I nod without question. I've dreamt about what this man tastes like for so long. If this is our one and only night together, I need to know.

"Fuck." He pulls out of me and leans back on his knees, bringing my head with him as his fingers tightly grip my hair.

"You ready, baby? Open up." His voice is deep and hoarse as he moans out and I swear I've never heard a man sound as sexy as he does right now.

His warm, salty cum fills my throat and I greedily swallow every drop of him, licking his tip until he's completely drained.

"Holyyy shit. Look at my dirty girl." He grins down at me and strokes my hair like he's proud.

He drops down in the bed and holds his arm out for me to lay next to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his rapid heart beat. A few minutes pass and I'm hoping he forgot about my little comment earlier. Well - big comment. I can't believe I told him I love him. I mean, I do love him and I think I have for awhile now, but why did I have to be a psycho and tell him that.

He finally breaks the silence. "Y/n.. We have to talk about it."

I sigh. Here it goes. "I know.. listen.. I didn't mean it. Obviously, I barely know you. I was caught up in the moment and I was just.. emotional. I promise I'm - I'm not crazy. I know this is a one time thing and I'm okay with that."

"Hmph." I feel his chest rise a little and he sighs. I lift my head up to look at him and he smiles wide at me before kissing my lips.

"That's too bad y/n.. Cause I was thinking we could do this again tomorrow."

The End.

If you read this, thank you so much. This is my first time writing fanfiction, so pls be nice. If you hate it, I'll cry. :') Xo,kb.

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f1version · 2 months

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Congratulations! Your works are amazing! You totally deserved this. Can i please request a headcannons about a secret reliationship between mick schumacher and a female driver?

KISSING IN SECRET ★ MSC47

pairing: mick schumacher x merc driver!reader ( she/her ) word count: 1679 warnings: mentions of misogyny !!!

2k celebration ★ general masterlist

Love comes easy to you and Mick—friends for too long, eager to make up for the time lost. What’s hard is the nature of your relationship; secrecy protecting your peace.

It begins at a pub in Austin, 2021. You were celebrating your first win for Mercedes, and even though his result was far from good, Mick decided to tag along. Then, all it took was a couple of shots, a bit of dancing, and a lonely corner to blur the lines of friendship and fall on each other’s lips.

A week of tension, anxiety, and avoidance later, you were falling asleep in his arms, heavy breathing and soft touches all over your body.

Now your life is based on clandestine meetings, brushing fingers or stolen kisses, and a well put illusion of friendship.

And no one ever thought much about your closeness, not until Mick moved to Mercedes in 2023.

When people saw Mercedes’ star driver sharing so closely with the new guy—one whose performance didn’t leave people’s mouths,—they prayed for a big story. By the time Australia rolled by, the PR team requested distance while the cameras were on.

And it wasn't as if these types of requests were foreign to you; misogyny was a thing after all, but you were never in love with George, or Lewis, or Alex, or Lance, or anyone but Mick. It was frustrating, but it didn't change a lot of things—especially because Mick was a reserve driver.

Of course, the topic would make it into your conversations:

“Do you think it would be a disaster? I mean going public.” Mick asked almost out of nowhere. You were lying on his chest, freshly showered after a disappointing Austrian GP. “Maybe. It will most likely follow us forever.” You said, and he sighed, “Do you think the team would be okay with it?” “I think they care about us enough.”

There were stories about this. Drivers within the same teams having such a strong relationship (let it be romantic or platonic, who knows) that they destroy not only their’s but the team’s trust.

Both of you believe Lewis knows. Your only evidence being the small pep talk he gave you moments before his last race in the sport, in 2022. Something about being selfish, about how this sport will always judge, so you might as well take what you want.

You wanted everything. To be selfish, to take your time, to figure everything out first, but also to just be reckless. You didn’t tell him that; you just expressed your gratitude.

The European arm makes it a bit easier. Motorhomes are used, and hotel rooms become unnecessary. It’s as simple as walking into a room and not caring about avoiding people in the hallway; your only excuse is your well-known friendship.

You love spending nights laughing, kissing, crying, and everything in between.

You were reckless, and learned to be as careful as you needed after the George incident™

It happened in Belgium; the race and debrief ending hours ago. You were in your room, boyfriend sneaking in to talk about the race, which ended in a very lovely make-out session. And that’s when (clueless) George decided to knock on your door.

Mick ran to your closet, making a mess of your race suits to be able to close the door. You, absolutely terrified of the Paddock’s Gossip Girl, threw a blanket over your body, taking a deep breath before facing George’s comments of: “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” and “Also hit by a truck,” and “Need help with the suits?”

You rolled your eyes and had him complain about the car with you for forty-seven minutes. Mick could barely feel his legs after that one.

At some point, the team starts talking. More about Mick having a crush than anything—especially since he doesn't deny it. But it’s mostly a joke; no one takes it too seriously until that teasing reaches Toto’s ears.

For a second, you were ready to be called to his office and hear him talk about how he supported whoever you chose to love, but that if someone or something was making you uncomfortable, you must tell him.

You had always been grateful for those talks. In the end, you knew they were there because of how ruthless the media had been in 2020, after your first dating rumors with a driver—with George, out of all people, your teammate then and your teammate now. George who had (and has) a girlfriend. It had been an awful sophomore season, to say the least.

This was different, though. This was not the media making up things; this was his own team talking about his reserve driver having a crush on his driver. This could be a different story.

Here’s the thing: You had never heard the teasing in person, you knew of it because of Mick. You spent nights laughing at it together, making up responses he could give to hard launch your relationship. They never got out of the coziness of your bed, but it was fun.

That particular day wasn’t Mick gossiping, that day you were there, and it caught you off guard. A good off-guard, you were ready to laugh it off.

But Toto was also there, mistaking your surprise for discomfort. And so you weren’t called to his office, you stood next to him during a 20-minute talk on professionalism, respect, and boundaries.

You were grateful, not knowing where that joke could end up… But still, you and Mick laughed the whole night.

Also, I would be lying if I said it didn’t set off an alarm, bringing to the table a thought you had been trying to avoid: the consequences of public. The need for security.

Consequences mean a lot to people, especially in your sport. A driver’s health could be destroyed by not acknowledging them after all.

For you, consequences meant having the media hang on to it forever to diminish your work. It means being called names, be harassed by fans. Means being accused of taking advantage of your power. It could even mean closing doors to other female drivers because misogyny is a thing.

For Mick, it means another reason for his place in Mercedes to be questioned. “Who knows how long they have been dating?” “She and his last name gave him a place.” It means being portrayed as an exploiter, his relationship reduced to an unethical plan to get back on track. Means being praised at your expense.

But there are pros. There’s a necessity to continue changing people’s minds, to be happy, selfish, and own it.

Summer break gets in the way of those conversations though...

Breaks are your favorite part of the year (as a couple). You either stay in Switzerland or avoid the so-called “hard launch islands,” where drivers pretend obliviousness towards snapping pictures of them and their partners.

(Sebastian Vettel gave it the name by the way)

“What if we soft launch?” You asked one morning, scrolling through Pinterest and looking at all the ways a soft launch could happen. Mick choked on his drink, coughing a bit before answering, “I’m so sorry, babe, but what?” “Hear me out! We can have people know we are in a relationship, but they don't have to know it’s us yet. It can be a years-long soft launch if we want.”

Mick stared at you for a whole minute, smirk following it. He thought it was brilliant, laughing while trying to properly kiss you.

“We have to tell PR, tho.”

Two weeks later, you called on a meeting with PR, lawyers, and Toto, they had no idea what would be discussed.

Toto's eyes went wide as he saw you and Mick enter the room together, and everyone followed his motion after you briefly explained the situation.

Your PR manager spoke first, “I won't lie and tell you it’s going to be easy; both of you understand how cruel the media is, but I also don’t think it will be as hard as we imagine... if you go public, of course.”

Then Toto started talking about how, to some extent, he understood your worries. How “People will talk sh*t all the time; you need to unconditionally support each other so it doesn’t kill you.” He gave the support talk and visited a couple of logistical questions.

Five days later, Mick had soft-launched his girlfriend, and five weeks after that, you had a boyfriend.

Eventually, you told some friends (those who didn’t know already.)

George was 100% not surprised. He grins and shouts, "Knew it!” and suggests a double date with him and Carmen. (To that plan, other couples are added—Alex, Lance, Esteban, etc.)

It turns out, with the help of your team and the correct people, everything becomes easier. From interacting in front of the cameras to booking rooms.

One of your favorite things is the teasing your friends/colleagues give Mick after you score a podium. He starts giggling and muttering about how proud he is of you, cheeks turning pink and eyes unable to leave you.

Mick loves sitting next to you during debriefing, letting you play with his hand under the table when anxiety strikes.

It feels good. Not to be so secret around the paddock.

“You know I love you, right?” “Yeah, but I love you more.” “Okay, competitive!”

Sometimes you want everyone to know. Surprise the world with Mick being the guy on your Instagram, and Mick feeling the need to shout in everyone’s faces that his girlfriend wasn't the model they speculated to be.

The third year of your relationship, 2024, is the hardest. There are eyes on you all season, commentary becomes stronger as you fight with Max on track, and so rumors of your relationship with Mick arise.

Mick hates everything being said about you and eventually can’t hold back the need to be loud about it. And so do you.

Both of you want to be selfish. Take whatever you want out of this sport. Who cares what people say.

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kaaaaaaarf · 10 months

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fic recs!!!!!!!!!! fic recs!!!!!

my unashamedly smutty fic rec is one i forget the name of where i think it’s 7th year watford and simon walks in on baz with a dildo up his arse and then (blushes for an eternity, obviously and then) asks baz to show him about it and it escalates and by the end they’re in love 😍

hahah why hello there anon!!! What an entrance. Welcome to the blog.

You know, I think I have read that fic!! I also can't remember the name of it but 🥵

For you and all the people I have co-opted into reading these books, I will list some of my favourite Snowbaz fics...this is by no means a complete list, but I think about these all the time and have the epubs saved.

Restoration Ecology by @captain-aralias - this is a post-Carry On canon divergent fic and it is EVERYTHING. [Simon has never forgiven Baz for ruining his life at the start of eighth year. He’d hoped never to see Baz again. Ever. But when Baz applies for a position on the Coven, it’s impossible not to hire him. So – now, they’re working together. And as much as Simon wants to continue hating Baz, the dead spots between them are starting to heal …]

This Will All Go Down In Flames by @facewithoutheart - BAND AU! BAND AU! After the fall of the Watford Goats, the two stars get back together to re-record their last album, but they haven't spoken in 10 years...takes place in Austin, TX. I love it. I think about it twice a week.

The Mirrors That Hold Us by @artsyunderstudy - My favourite Simon Snow fic. Honestly anything that Ashton writes is fucking amazing, but this one is Carry On divergent and broke my heart and then put it back together. They are also writing Someone Wicked at the moment and it is SO GOOD. Recommend everything they do.

Rebel Rebel by BasicBathsheba - The rebelverse series is everything to me. It tells the story of what happened in the early years at Watford and then is canon divergent. Sequel Golden Years is just as amazing. For Marauders fans, it's sort of like the ATYD of the Simon Snow series. Sort of.

Hang The Moon by @captain-aralias - Arranged marriage! There is also a sequel. [when the Old Families offer the Mage a deal that will put an end to their conflict, he accepts. Simon hates everything about the deal. (And his life. And he definitely hates Baz.) He’s only going along with his part in it because he’s the Mage’s Heir and he has to. There definitely aren’t any other reasons.]

network connectivity problems by BasicBathsheba - TEXTING FIC! Simon texts a number he thinks is IT. It is not.

Local Hero by BasicBathsheba & breadofgod - football (soccer) au! Baz is a world famous footy star, Simon runs the fan pub in his home town and is his biggest fan. Baz is suddenly back in town, trying to keep a low profile. Enemies (sort of) to Lovers. READ IT.

We Still Bloom by @artsyunderstudy - I couldn't post this list without including this absolutely perfect Hanahaki disease fic!! The art for this is absolutely stunning (as is all the art for Ashton's fics).

Slings and Eros by palmimpressed - This is a WIP but it's so good. It's a loose interpretation of the Eros and Psyche myth.

Unintended by @captain-aralias - Fake relationship trope! They are just best friends pretending to be engaged and are definitely not in love with each other....

Four Funereal Weddings and An American Stag Do by @captain-aralias - AWTWB au. Simon walks out in chapter 10 and doesn't come back. Nine months later, Baz sees him at a wedding. Another one that breaks my heart and puts it together again.

Large Black Coffee by BasicBathsheba - Coffee shop au. Every day Baz comes in to get coffee, and every day he finds a new insult on his cup.

Let My Love Open The Door by tbazzsnow - This is a quarantine fic, but please don't let that deter you. It's so lovely. Baz is a teacher stuck at home, Simon is the delivery driver from the local pub he orders from. They become friends and then some, all through the door of Baz's house.

Paperback Writer by BasicBathsheba - Publishing au! If you haven't figured it out yet, this author never misses. Baz is a junior editor, Simon is an author. [Sir Scone is the bane of Baz’s life. Trite children’s fantasy with a golden hero and ferocious dragons and intrepid princesses. They’re wildly popular, and Baz hates editing them almost as much as he hates the man who writes them: Simon Salisbury, Mage’s pet project author, and also maybe, possibly, the most handsome man Baz has ever met.]

Bite Me by TheWeatherBee - [When Simon’s magic makes a spell out of “bite me” during a fight, Baz finds he can’t eat anything until he’s bitten Simon. Which he won’t do. No matter how much Simon wants him to.] Hot.

5 Days, 5 Nights, All-Inclusive by RooBadly - [Simon Snow (29, single, and working for the Coven) finds himself press-ganged into covering for the usual guide on the Coven's yearly tour of magickal Britain. All he has to do is read from the cards and make sure the same number of mages gets back on the coach as got off. Doable. Until he sees the guest list. And then it's time to sow some chaos.]

This Must Be The Place by BasicBathsheba - This one made me cry, what of it. [Simon is stuck in juvenile care over the summer. He's lonely, disillusioned, and desperate to talk to Penny. But when he makes a Snapchat to try to contact her, he ends up talking to the most unlikely person.]

#simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #carry on #fic recs #ask me #hey anonny nonny

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drconstellation · 6 months

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Inside the Dirty Donkey

**Warning! This meta contains spoilers and speculation for S3. Do NOT tag Neil!**

Time to get comfy, folks. Get your drink of choice, be it a cupperty, coffee, or nip of sherry, and find a seat. You’ll definitely want to be sitting down for this one. We’re going to the pub!

The name is apparently a favorite of NG’s, used in his short story “We Can Get Them For You Wholesale.” And it also appears in the Sandman AU.

In the short story above the protagonist is a jilted lover who tries to organize an assassin for his fiancé who is having an affair with another man at their shared workplace. He meets the ‘salesman’ of the firm he contacts at a pub called the Dirty Donkey, and it escalates from there. The story is freely available online, so you can search it up if you really want to read it, it won’t take long. It mentions a pale horse, which is usually what Death rides in on, and is appropriate in the context of that story.

The question we need to ask is how does the name The Dirty Donkey apply to the Good Omens AU? Are there any context to the name at all?

There are several meanings for a dirty donkey:

Its a slang or joke name for a black horse (not particularly a dark horse, that has a different meaning altogether)

A cocktail

A sex position (I’ll let you look that one up yourself…)

Probably the first thing we need to talk about, though is an actual donkey itself, in relation to Jesus, as S2 is full of Jesus references and hints to the Second Coming in S3. Yep, it was all there in front of us, but we were too focused on other things. If you remember your Bible teachings, Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, because he came in peace. In ancient times leaders rode horses if they went to war, or if they came in conquest. But arriving by donkey meant you came with peaceful intentions.

But Jesus didn't turn up in S2, you say. And certainly not on any hairy beast. Ah, but he did - metaphorically. Gabriel as Jim turned up - he came up the street, by (the Dirty) Donkey, walking through spilled blood tomatoes, then mentioned his arms were no longer sore (because he had been taken off the cross.) MrPeriod talks more about how Jim represents Jesus here, and it might be worth revisiting it at length another time, as there is quite a bit to unpack there.

There are also the two big golden lions perched on either end of the bar inside the pub, that look rather ominous. The lions are strongly connected to Jesus and his resurrection, representing his return. (I'm still planning to have a better look for more lions in both S1 and S2, but that is still a WIP at the moment.)

There is also the scene in 1941 where the Nazi zombies stagger into the Dirty Donkey and spy on Aziraphale and Crowley through the windows through to the book shop, but all they manage to get is “Banana, fish, gorilla, shoe lace with a dash of nutmeg.” It sounds a bit like a cocktail reference – well, the nutmeg is definitely a GO ref to a certain cocktail – but the cocktail called a Dirty Donkey has cinnamon in it, in the form of cinnamon schnapps, not nutmeg – plus chocolate liqueur and rum. So maybe not.

But perhaps the most important thing we have to examine is the conversation about Jane Austin that Aziraphale and Crowley have in the pub, in S2E2. Because its got so many levels you just about need a break for extra oxygen half way down. Ha! And you thought it was a couple of funny throw-away lines about how Aziraphale saw human romance...

OK, this is the section of dialogue we are going to look at:

AZIRAPHALE: If you're going to invoke fiction, you might as well do it properly. CROWLEY: Properly? AZIRAPHALE: You remember Jane Austen? CROWLEY: Yeah. I'm not gonna forget her in a hurry, am I? The brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. Brandy smuggler. Master spy. What a piece of work. AZIRAPHALE: She wrote books. Novels. CROWLEY: Jane? Austen? AZIRAPHALE: Yes! CROWLEY: Whoa, bit of a dark horse. Novels, eh? AZIRAPHALE: Yes. They were very good. CROWLEY: Well. No, I'm just surprised, that's all. You think you know someone. AZIRAPHALE: She had balls. CROWLEY: Well.... AZIRAPHALE: Cotillion balls. People would gather and do some formal dancing and then realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love.

Ready to dive into the levels on the Jane Austen conversation? Let's go...

Level 1: It’s a conversation about the novelist Jane Austen, and it sounds like they both met her, but they remember her in different ways – and Crowley’s memory is rather surprising!

Level 2: There is a mention of a robbery. This makes the parallel with the 1967 scene in S1E3 Hard Times, where Crowley has a secret meeting in the Dirty Donkey to plan a robbery to steal holy water from a church. The robbery in the above conversation involves diamonds (are you taking note/s? This is important!) from Clerkenwell, a district of London of some notoriety. It was famous for it watchmakers and jewelers, but it was also the home of Oliver Cromwell, who has a link to the 1650 date mentioned in S2E1 and the Eccles cakes, to Charles Dickens (author of A Tale of Two Cities, a book of note for GO) Oh, and both times Crowley is wearing a "Tactical Turtleneck", which others have noted he wears when he is doing his own master spy work, such planning or discussing robberies, or sneaking into Heaven to rob them of information!

Level 3: There is Aziraphale’s idea about how a romance should be conducted, by hosting a cotillion ball with formal dancing, because he's read all those romantic novels by Austen. And we get to see that played out in S2E5 in the eldritch ball. Crowley's idea of a romance was to get caught in the rain and kiss, then - vavoom!

Level 4: Why mention this apparently fictional side to an author of fictional romance? Well, on one hand, it’s an interesting but dark set-up for a joke later at the beginning of S2E6. I ended up discussing it at length here, but the short of it is that it is our usual human custom not to speak ill of the dead, and this is a form of extreme black-and-white thinking. Here, Aziraphale speaks of the good/white side of Jane Austen, that is well known, but Crowley speaks of the black/supposedly forgotten or unspoken bad side of Austen.

Level 5: Here’s the S3 information. Have you been paying attention? Did you take note? The parallels were the robberies between a church, and diamonds? That she was a brandy smuggler? Do you know where they smuggled brandy from? And do you know where Austen actually lived? On the South Downs, overlooking the Channel to France…

Whew. I think I need a drink after that. Cheers!

[Edit: I've recently finished a meta on the Bentley and how that relates to black horses, and it's occurred to me why the ethereal lift, or "hellevator," is in the entrance to the Dirty Donkey. Black horses are symbolic spirit guides between the worlds of the living and the dead, so this makes the perfect place to put the lift!]

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #good omens meta #good omens analysis #the dirty donkey #the pub #hard times #holy water heist #1967 crowley #jim as jesus #jane austen #cottage on the south downs #master spy #a sherry for me #tactical turtleneck #vavoom

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 41/41

Chapter 41: Now and Forever

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Brush play? I guess, tickling, minor sensory deprivation, Masturbation (M), unprotected PiV. crying and throwing up ... (wait.. no that's just me cuz it's the end. )

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 41: Now and Forever

You and Austin decide to take a walk together. You are surprised by the fresh growth of spring, realizing that you haven’t seen a spring for nearly two years. With child-like wonder, you stop and smell flowers saying hello and petting their soft petals. You drag Austin to hug huge and blooming trees, running your fingers lovingly along bark and leaves. You breathe deep the scent of the earth with your arms wide. It’s like you are born a-new with the earth in this beautiful green place. Austin watches you with a smile, sometimes shaking his head as you talk to the plants. You are giddy, you have Spring and you have Austin. What more could a girl wish for?

You stop in at the local pub for a bit of lunch and a pint of cider. You could get used to a life like this. You walk hand in hand, arms swinging, back to Austin’s flat. He opens the door for you and ushers you inside with a hand on your waist. You resist the urge to kiss him on the threshold and instead wait until you have kicked off your shoes and put your bag and jacket down. He hangs his Carhartt up on the coat hooks in the hallway and when he turns around, you are right there and in his arms. He softly returns your kiss, his fingertips teasing your jaw.

Austin quietly leads you to the bedroom, your fingertips are curled into his. You watch how his back moves under his t-shirt as he walks in front of you. Gods he is beautiful from every angle.

Once in the bedroom, he turns around, pulling your hand to his shoulder, then sliding his hands around your waist. His mouth captures yours in a slow kiss. Slow but definitely not chaste as your mouths open immediately, one to the other. Your tongues roll against one another, lips soft and supple. His kisses are like a drug to you. You could kiss him all afternoon. In fact, if you had his mouth in all the ways and all the times you wanted him, surely you would starve, but the high would be magnificent.

The few hours that have passed since he took you on the dining table seem like forever ago, at least by the way your body is surging into his embrace. His hands circle down over your jean covered rear and back up to the small of your back to under your shirt. His fingers deftly release the clasp of your bra. Then you are suddenly topless, shirt and bra discarded heedlessly on the floor. His hands go back to the familiar territory of your waist, warm against your skin. He turns you and steps behind, pulling your back against his chest.

You can see yourself in the mirror, with a veritable memory box of your sex play laid out in front of you on the vanity. His lips kiss and nibble at your neck as his fingertips run up your ribs to your breasts, lightly grazing over your nipples. You stifle a little moan at the initial contact. His warm palms rub your nipples in circles just before his hand fully cups your breasts. Little sounds of pleasure resound in your mouth.

He finds that especially pleasurable spot on your neck and sucks as his hands trace down to softly unbutton your jeans. He smiles when he sees your bees in the mirror. He slides them and your jeans off, helping you step out of them. You are standing, fully naked in front of the mirror with him fully clothed behind you.

It's erotic. You are his to play with. His hands roaming over your ass, hips and the front of your thighs. Your arms reach behind you, up and around his neck, rubbing your fingertips in his now shorter hair. You gently push your backside into his crotch, arching your back. His lips trail up to the shell of your ear.

“-pation” he whispers, finishing your word from earlier.

One side of your mouth curls up into a wry smile as you meet his eyes in the mirror. The pad of one finger barely brushes up the seam where your labia meet. Your eyebrows crinkle and you inhale sharply at his soft touch.

His chuckle is low in your ear. He loves turning you on.

Austin steps in front of you, brushing his lips to yours as he walks you two steps back. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you abruptly sit, his crotch in front of your face. You look up at him, rubbing your hand up his leg, licking your lips.

“Please?” you slide your hand over his bulge. You start salivating.

He smiles down at you, caressing your face. He shakes his head.

You make a little disappointed face. But he won’t relent, instead he motions for you to lay on the bed, your legs dangling off. He pulls up the stool from the vanity and sits down on it pulling your feet to either side of him on the seat. He pushes your knees apart, a light moan of appreciation reaches your ears as your pussy opens to him.

“Mmm, I forgot how wet you can get Kitten,” he licks his lips, “now, are you going to keep your legs apart, or do I need to tie them?”

“Depends on what you plan on doing Austin,” you say, lacing your hands behind your head and curling up to look at him.

He just smiles and reaches back to the smorgasbord of sex toys behind him and turns around with a couple makeup blending brushes.

“Are these clean?” he asks, holding it up.

You just nod, wondering what he is going to do. He reaches over and hands you a case with earbuds in it.

“Put them in and close your eyes, Kitten, or do you want a blindfold?”

“Blindfold,” you say, barely narrowing your eyes.

You slip the earbuds in your ears. He nods once and goes to his bedside table, pulling out a sleep mask. He hands it to you with a wink. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, sensual ambient music fills your ears. You smile at him, then pull the mask over your face. You wait. Suddenly you smell a sweet floral scent, with a woodsy undertone. Maybe some citrus is there too? It’s not the oil that Austin gave you, it’s new. You feel hot breath next to your ear.

“Can you still hear me kitten?” you can hear his deep voice. You nod, the ear buds are not noise canceling. “Good, just relax and… feel.”

He leaves you lying there for a minute, knees bent and touching. You’ve never played with blindfolds, never really trusted anyone this much. You can tell he sat down on the vanity stool. Your hand rubs across your belly, pinky dragging low. Part of your arousal is in the waiting.

“No touching,” he moves your hand gently away.

You feel the soft bristles of the blending brush drag up one leg from ankle to knee. Your knees fall to each side. The caress of the brush trails down your inner thigh and up one side of your naked labia then down the other. Dragging it directly up the middle, he skips over your clit, instead gently petting above your hood. A tiny gasping inhale is all you can manage. He repeats, down your other thigh around your outer labia, up the middle, then a tease just above your nub.

The side of the brush pulls one lip to the side, then the other. His hands push your legs wider, you feel a kiss on your knee. The deprivation of your sight and external sound cues heightens your sense of touch.

You feel him brushing your inner labia away from each other with light strokes, revealing your glistening, wet slit. Then it’s back and forth, the bristles brushing across your hood. He increases his pressure, vacillating faster. The light friction makes your pussy clench in sensation and your throat vocalizes in pleasure. He plays like this, petting you, painting you, in long strokes, then teasing around your clit with short ones. You wonder if he is listening to the music too, because everything he does is in time with it.

Your breath starts to come a little faster, the music mesmerizing you, the blindfold letting you focus on the pleasure. Your hands have curled into your chest, your pinky finding it’s way between your teeth. You are having no problem keeping your legs apart, in fact your hips can’t open enough to him, pulsing slightly with the flow of the music.

He pushes the brush deeper between your labia and with a little twirl pulls it, bringing up the moisture that has started seeping from you. This time he drags it over your clit, making you exhale a little moan. He does it again, and again, more wetness. He starts a series of little sweeps upward directly on your now lubricated clit. Just as it starts to build a little fire behind your pussy, he stops. Returning to his long strokes, pushing it farther between your lips, parallel to your pussy, wiggling it a little and dragging upward. Then he’s on your clit again, tiny circles with more pressure.

Your breath slips from you with little moans. Fuck it’s good. Just everything stripped back to that little bundle of nerves and the brush, stoking the flames. You can feel your wetness dribbling out.

Then he is gone, leaving you panting and biting your fingers for a good 30 seconds? Minute? Two?

You feel his fingers spreading your labia apart, the brush dipping into your juices, fucking you just a little, then upwards to your clit, pressure and vibrating with the side of the brush.

Again, and again, and again.

All the different ways he is building you up start making you twitch and your pelvis floor contract, your fire starting to blaze. Then you feel a finger gingerly pulling back on your hood, your clit peeks out, swollen and sensitive. The brush lightly touches. You gasp, breath short. Again, and again and again. You are shaking, whimpering. Oh my god, it’s intense for such a small touch.

He pulls away, gone again. You whimper, lying there, wanting, rocking your hips, listening to the sexiest song with a deep base, melody and faint sounds of moaning. You are floating. You are vibrating with need.

The music volume decreases.

A finger dips into you, and up onto your clit, pressing in circles then rubbing side to side. You are so close, hanging on a wire.

“Oh.. fuck, Austin… please,” you beg, voice sounding loud in your ears. You aren't really sure what you are begging for, just more.

“Look at me,” you hear his muffled voice.

You pull your blindfold away. He is standing naked over you, bottom lip trapped in his teeth, brows furrowed. Holy fuck, just that would be enough, but he has his cock in his hand, stroking himself. His arm is tense, hips pressed forward, just the way you like it.

“Oh my god,” falls from your lips, the sight of him is divine.

“I’m gonna cum all over you, my naughty Kitten,” he states, matter-of-fact, and his hand moves faster.

“Oh fuck yeah,” your hips are rocking of their own voilition as he slides his hand up and down his long shaft. His face intense, breath blowing out in hard bursts. He must have been playing with himself while you were blindfolded to be this close. The idea is so sexy to you.

“Oh fuck, my gorgeous girl,” words rush from him as he jerks himself off over you, “my fiery little hussy. Here it comes my love, clench that pussy, clench it hard!” He groans through clenched teeth. Ribbons of his cum fly over your torso. Oh holy mother of fuck, you forgot how wild this drives you. It’s so fucking sexy you are shaking for release as you clamp down on nothing. All you need is…

Then his hard cock is moving in you and it’s all you need.

“My Kitten, so fucking good, my girl,” naughty things begin to spew from his dirty mouth as he fucks you, “so damn wet, my amazing cum covered baby, take my cock, cum on it, cum on it, baby.”

His thumb vigorously rubs your tortured nub.

His cum drips down your sides as you buck and rock on his cock, palm shoved in between your teeth. Energy lashing from you in the form of incoherent muffled screams. He slows his thrusts, but keeps rubbing your clit. Your orgasm just goes on and on, until finally your hands push his away.

“Mine,” he breathes as he leans forward, his body on yours “all mine.” He brushes a hair out of your shaking face and kisses your lips.

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You head to the pub that night for a pint with the boys. There is a ton of teasing about how ‘relaxed’ Austin looks. You tease them right back without missing a beat. Austin is in awe of how you lit up the room with your extroverted side. Aside from the few minutes yesterday, he’d never seen you in a group before, much less a crowd of rowdy men. It could have made him jealous, the way the others sometimes looked at you, instead it made him burn for you.

Your walk home was full of his hands sliding on your back, down to your bum as he strode next to you, almost too fast for you to keep up. Once or twice there were clandestine moments where he pushed you into dark corners, kissing you, pressing the hard bulge of his cock against your hips. You begged him to take you right there. But he didn't want to get caught.

The door to the flat wasn’t even closed before he slid your panties down and bent you over the nearest surface, all the while whispering in your ear how much he wanted to watch you suck a cock while he fucked you. The thought had you cumming in a matter of minutes, him too.

He had rehearsals and preproduction ‘things’ to do during the week. You spent a couple days settling into your new ‘home’, then you wandered the area, getting your bearings. On his ‘Friday’ you went with Austin to visit the set, waving at Bernard, the security guard, who tipped his hat to you with a smile. You didn’t hold a grudge, how could you, Austin was at your side.

You make friends with some of the people in the construction department. They, of course, thought you were just another random, lost hanger-on when you wandered into the shop space. Then you started ‘talking shop’ and told them your story. They invite you for a pint that evening.

You drag Austin to the pub with you. When they see that you brought one of the principal actors with you, they tease you for ‘hobnobbing’. Austin pipes up, saying in reality you were too good for him, and he was the one consorting with those above his station. They like him immediately, of course. Your baby is an amazing person, who wouldn’t like him?

You tell stories from your construction travels around the world. One young woman, Evelyn, hangs on your every word. She says she would love to pick your brain on what you do. You decide to take her under your wing, you’ll have to see what her skill set is and see how you might be able to help her. If nothing else, women in this business have to stick together!

“You are amazing, Kitten,” he says on the walk home, much less horny this time, “the way you make friends everywhere, you are magnetic.”

“I was about to say the same thing about you,” you smile, rubbing your fingers on the hand you are holding, “I see how everyone looks at you, You are… undeniably handsome, then your smile and kindness just pulls people in. You are a rockstar babe.”

“No, I’m just good at pretending to be one,” he swoops you in for a big hug.

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The next morning when you step into the bedroom. You are freshly naked out of the shower and towel drying your hair. You see that Austin is in the middle of getting dressed. All he has on is his unicorn underwear you bought him and he’s digging through drawers trying to decide what to wear. You realize that this is the first time you’ve seen them on him.

“See, I knew from the start that you could pull off unicorn undies,” you giggle and slap him playfully on the butt. You hit him a little harder than you meant.

“Hey! That’s YOUR kink!” he whips around with a smile. He snatches you mischievously, planting a few light and fluffy slaps on your naked ass before tickling your sides.

“AHH! NO! STOP! I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS MEDIEVAL TORTURE!” you squeal, thrashing.

You counter his attack, darting quick hands into the fray, getting his sides and armpits. His long arms have the advantage though, as his fingers dive for the tuck under your ass. You twist away from him, then hit the jackpot in his inguinal ligament. He falls, floundering, onto the bed to get away as you playfully dig your fingertips into his upper groin.

You fall with him, in a heap of giggles. You are relentless, managing to mount his thighs, holding them tight with your legs. He grabs your wrists and holds them apart, forcing a ceasefire. You are both panting, mouths spread in huge, impish grins that sparkle up to your eyes.

Your giggles fade as the ocean of his eyes mesmerizes you. He lets go of one wrist, brushing wet, wild hair from your face. You turn your head to plant a kiss on the mount of his thumb. You twist your other wrist out of his hand, which lands on your naked breast. As you crawl forward, intent on reaching his mouth with yours, you brush by his hardening bulge.

You lean forward supporting yourself with one hand, taking possession of his lips with yours. The other hand reaches between your legs to pull his waistband down, meeting his own hand intent on the same purpose.

Together you release his cock, he lifts his hips as you drag the unicorns out of the way. And like a rehearsed dance, he holds himself upright as you spread your outer lips and sink down onto him. Your pleasurable exhales meet in the middle.

You lay yourself down onto his chest, nuzzling into his neck. His arms wrap around you as you breathe in the clean scent of him. Both of you are content to just be present in the moment.

“I love you Austin,” you say quietly, after several breaths pass. He pushes deeper into you, making you gasp. You hear your name rumble in his chest. He clasps you tighter to him, like he’ll never let you go. You don’t realize it, but in that moment, he makes a decision.

“I love you more,” his words sliding over you as he slides in and out of you.

You lift your head from his chest to gaze into his eyes. You are so hypnotized by him as to be almost lightheaded. His fingers dance lightly along your skin, teasing, rubbing caressing.

Your lovemaking is unhurried, genuine and languorous. When ecstasy overwhelms you both, it’s with long strokes of his cock in you, it’s in the tight grasp of your hands in his, it's in the press of his lips on your breast and the rolling of your tongue on his neck.

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About three weeks later, you are out enjoying the burgeoning relationship you are starting to have with the shopkeepers in the area. You left Austin at home, he had some work to do on a scene that he wanted to be alone for. You are cheerily walking home, with a couple bags of groceries.

“Hey, I’m back,” you say loudly as you open the door, wanting to warn him if he was in a particularly intense part of rehearsing. There is no response from him. You figure he’s probably got his headphones in.

As you turn around to close the door, you notice a long red velvet ribbon tied to the doorknob with a note that says, ‘follow me’. You set the groceries down by the door, curious what kind of sexy Alice in Wonderland game this is. You follow the ribbon around the corner into the living room. It slices through a book on the sofa table. It’s a used copy of Time Enough for Love and the ribbon bookmarks the page that talks about seventy two hours of bliss. You follow the ribbon into the bedroom, it wraps around the picture on the bedside table of you in your black dress, one of the hanks of rope unwound artfully around it. It continues to the vanity, where it is wrapped around the neck of your sapphire butt plug.

Hmm, maybe he is asking for another 72 hours of sex play and he wants you to be his sub the whole time. That would be amazing.

The ribbon continues into the kitchen, where you find a house key with a unicorn printed on it. You assume this is the key he talked about getting you the other day for this flat, it reminds you of the one he got for you in Australia. You have no idea how this ties into being his sub… key to what? Cuffs? A chastity belt? (eww, gross) Next is the pair of long black gloves you wore when you dominated him.

Oooo! Maybe he is asking to be YOUR sub… Oh. Okay…. You could do that.

The ribbon goes out the side door into the garden. You open the door, a little bell tinkles and you are still wondering what is going on. You find little purple heart post- it notes tied to the ribbon just outside the door. You look at them and realize they are some of the actual ones you left and Austin folded.

Ok. Now you have no idea what Austin is asking for here.

You hear some guitar chords floating on the breeze. The ribbon leads to the left and around to the back of the house. At the corner, the patio table has been dragged over, kind of in your way and holds a huge bouquet of red roses, probably two or three dozen. The ribbon goes right through them, you can’t really see what’s behind it.

Well this was a dramatic way to give you flowers, you think. Then you hear Austin singing

“Wise men say, Only fools rush in…”

You walk around the table and Austin is sitting on a stool, guitar in hand. The ribbon is threaded between the fingers of his left hand on the neck of the guitar. You step to him smiling, but still clueless. Why did he lead you to him? Not that you are complaining. Does he want to start 72 hours now?

“But I can't help falling in love with you,” he sings and looks up at you, shaking just a little.

He glances down at this left hand, you follow his gaze and notice that the ribbon extends into the breast pocket of his shirt. He sets the guitar down with his right hand. Your fingers unwind the ribbon from his ring finger, and pinching the ribbon, sensually trace it’s path to his pocket. Your eyes go wide when it suddenly hits you: the book, your picture, the rope, your butt plug, the house key, the gloves, the hearts, even the roses; they are all a timeline of your relationship.

Your fingers close on something hard in his pocket. You know what it is before you pull it out. The ribbon is caught in the mouth of the little velvet cube. In one motion, Austin takes it from your hand, opens it and falls to a knee. The ribbon flutters to the ground. Inside is the ring: diamond heart, teardrop sapphires, channel set diamonds. Even though you’d seen it before, it felt like that was just a dream you had another lifetime ago. Tears spring to your eyes, and your hands fly to your mouth. “Kitten, I love you so much. You shine so bright, you make me a better person. You are my goddess lover and I want you by my side forever. Please be my wife.” His voice and hands are just a bit shaky. His face is hopeful and smiling but also terrified.

You are frozen in place. Is this what you want? Are you really what he wants? Shut up stupid old narrative! Yes, of course yes… what the fuck are you doing… we decided this months ago.

“Listen darling, I know I'm springing this on you and that we’ve never talked about it and I know you have some hurt around being engaged. It’s ok to take your time and think about it.” He is still on his knee, holding the box out to you.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, muffling the sound of his voice. Then all of sudden you blink and snap out of it, like she slapped your face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Fuck, was that your outside voice?

His eyebrows begin to tilt up in puppy-dog disappointment.

Your hands fly to his sweet face, finally getting some mental traction, “No no no… oh shit, I mean...Yes, oh my god yes, a thousand times yes.”

“Really?” he exhales, eyes in hopeful disbelief, “you really want me?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you repeat, more appropriately this time. “I would walk to the ends of the earth for you. In fact I have been there and I know how fucking far that is,” you smile, “Of course I want you Austin. I will ALWAYS want you.” You lean down and press your lips to his.

He shakes his head and puffs out a nervous laugh, “You had me worried for a second there Kitten, I thought I’d scared you.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I was just stunned is all, you could never scare me,” you reassure him.

He takes the ring out of the box. Before he slips it on your finger, he points out the inside. The words: ‘For you? Always.’ are written there. Perfect.

He places it on your ring finger, it fits perfectly.

Once upon a time, you swore you’d never be this girl, never wear someone’s ring on your finger again, never let someone get into your heart.

‘And yet here we are, thank the gods for fucking growth,” she says.

You look up at him, the ring is beautiful, yes, but here is the real prize.

He catches your lips in a deep kiss, one that goes on for a while, one that melts away any doubt or worries either of your inadequacy trolls had tried feeding you. You pull away from each other, slowly. Nothing really has changed, yet everything is different. You look down at your hand, his thumb petting the ring.

“Do you, uh… like it?” that boyish smile on his lips, gods he is adorable.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” apparently this is your go-to phrase right now, “it’s perfect Austin. It uh… matches, doesn’t it.?”

He nods sheepishly, grinning from ear to ear, “I saw it when I got your necklace, only it had a different center stone, so when I went back to get it, I had them put a heart in it.”

He pulls out a bottle of champagne and two glasses from behind his guitar case.

“How long have you been planning this?” you just have to know.

“I um, was going to ask you before you left. Remember that night wth the martini's on the rooftop,” he pops the cork.

“Yeah, that was a good night,” you get a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Then you told me your story about your ex and I just… yeah I just couldn’t. It wasn’t the right time anyway.” he fills the glasses.

“Oh hunny, I’m sorry if I ruined it!”

“Oh no,” he waves away your apology, “it was going all wrong way before, all my insecurities came out and you needed to tell me about your ex and your depression. I was so worried you’d think it was a ‘just because you are going away’ kind of move.” He hands you a glass of cold bubbly.

“Yeah, I was way too in my head then about leaving and fearing your rejection when I told you about… all that. Now is so much better, everything in perfect timing,” you smile at him.

“Being apart really cemented it for me. I just don’t ever want to live without you,” his hand cups your cheek, “I love you.”

You did not expect to end up here when you invited him over for dinner as a thank you for helping you. And help he did, in ways you can’t even begin to express. You feel like you are floating, like this may not even be real.

‘It’s real, now drink so we can tear his clothes off.” Demanding fucking Succubus.

“Same, never, now and forever,” simple words are all you have, ignoring her randiness.

“Now and forever,” he clinks your glass, drains his. Then you are in his arms kissing him and being carried inside.

-Fin-

(Or maybe just the beginning)

-Epilogue-

(or loose ends I wanted tied up)

Kitten did eventually confess that she had seen the ring. She was shit at lying, especially to her soon-to-be husband.

Kitten and Austin did eventually tell the press who she was. The media was ‘unimpressed with his choice’ and flamed her for being a gold digger. Little did they know that, at the time, her net worth was far higher than his. She never reads the press anyway.

Her cousin Marissa became her PR manager and she did give over the negatives, which they burnt together in the backyard of her childhood home.

After finishing Tom and Rita’s remodel, which took 4 months, Kitten moved back to London with Austin while he finished filming. She started working on setting up a foundation for women in the trades, with the help of Evelyn and Rita. Eventually they bought a flat in London and a house in L.A. both of which were fixer uppers. Of course, she did the work herself.

Kitten and Austin were married April 30, 2022 in a small, unassuming ceremony officiated by their friend, Tom Hanks, on the shores of Lake Moogerah in Queensland Australia.

They had no idea the stratospheric ride to A-list they would both soon be riding. But they rode it together. She was his rock through it all.

Authors Note:

Beautiful readers, thank you so much for sticking this out with me. Your comments and likes and re-blogs kept me writing far past where I thought I'd go. Special thanks to @purejasmine, @slowsweetlove and @richardslady121 for never failing to cheer me on, cheer me up, and keep me writing.

It's been a ride and I am a little teary letting it go (no one told me how hard it would be to finish a story you've loved writing!). This is my first fan fic, my first smut and it has been exhilarating to let this story write itself through me. If you have any notes or thoughts on any improvements or plot holes or anything that just seems weird, don't hesitate to share them with me. Stay tuned as I have a couple more stories in the works! Be good to yourselves! FaeGoddess

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove #@richardslady121

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Brute Feelings

Pairing: Ridge Holland x Fem Reader

Summary: Based on Pretty Please;

While having a playful, intimate relationship, the feelings Ridge and the reader have for one another grow stronger and some of their actions earns Sheamus’s attention and when the reader hears him asking Ridge while she’s not around makes her nervous for a change…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Word Count: 2.8k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Ridge may have taught me a lesson after what happened in our pub, but I was still the crazy girl I was. I even did some things on purpose just to earn a ‘punishment.”

One thing that I was beginning to notice was how it was bringing us closer together too and with work getting heavy, major opportunities coming our way, Ridge, Sheamus and most importantly myself, were in the zone and supporting one another.

Sheamus had what seemed like a war with Gunther and now, it was my turn in the spotlight. It had to be one of the most challenging matches I’ve ever had, a fatal five way match with some of the best women’s wrestlers, including Ronda Rousey.

From beginning to finish, I never stopped fighting and luck was on my side. Ronda thought she had Natalya beat while setting up her arm bar, not getting her to tap just yet. Natalya was reaching for the ropes and Ronda had no choice but to stand so she could try to drag her back and the moment she did, I sent her into the ropes, so that Natalya rolled out to the floor and I yanked Ronda by the hips, rolling back and sitting across her legs while also creating a bridge to the mat, all of my body weight on her and it got me the win.

Not many women here have beaten Ronda and now I was one of them, jumping for joy and shaking like crazy at the crowds roar, smiling more when Sheamus and Ridge made they way down.

“Ridgey!” I jumped straight into his arms the moment he stood up, his smile showing me how proud he was, holding his face in my hands, and I was about to kiss him till I remembered where we were, dodging his lips and hugging his head instead, trying to act normal when I kicked my feet with my fist in the air, “I did it!”

“Next stop is that title,” He smiled back, letting me down as Sheamus came over to hug me next, giving him a good squeeze to try and keep the excitement that I had before I realized that I was about to kiss Ridge in the ring meanwhile no one knew about us, not even Sheamus.

“We’re proud of ya, girl,” Sheamus made sure to squeeze me back, ruffling my hair and laughing before we made our way out of the ring.

They both were truly great friends, rushing to the back so I could get changed and we could go out to a pub for a little celebration. It was one of the best nights we had in quite a while. We got a good bit of rounds, some food and before we left, I let them go get the car while I went to the ladies room.

Before walking out of the entrance, I was looking through my wallet for my hotel room key when I heard Sheamus’s voice:

“So, Ridgey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

I wasn’t sure if this was any of my business, but I was curious, staying inside to listen to him ask Ridge:

“Is there something going on between ya and Y/N that you’re not telling me about?”

Even though I was all alone and they didn’t notice me at all, I stayed as still as a statue, growing more nervous, maybe he noticed Ridge and I’s behavior sometimes?

“What makes you think that?” Ridge asked back, sounding very calm; couldn’t have been me.

“Because, after she won and jumped onto ya, I thought she was gonna kiss ya. That’s not like her.”

Damn it, Sheamus truly knew me well. I didn’t know what to think, let alone do or say anything if I walked out there, hoping Ridge would kill this:

“Even though she acts like a wild animal half the time, she appreciates us and this is her first time getting a title shot. I’m sure she was just overly excited.”

“Maybe, she has her moments every now and again,” Sheamus seemed to accept that answer and I couldn’t stand there being as anxious as I was, acting happy like I was right before we closed up shop, pretending to skip out to them:

“We ready to go, lads?”

Sheamus held up the keys, smiling at me and heading over to the car. I’m glad it was dark in the backseat of the car, being with both of them after hearing that had my leg shaking, I started over thinking, but once we were in the elevator of the hotel and Sheamus got off at his floor first, I felt a little better.

I couldn’t ignore all of these feelings and after all, it seemed that they didn’t notice that I was there, and Ridge was the one I had to discuss this with.

“Hey, Ridgey?” I asked him quietly as the elevator doors closed, staring at the floor, but could feel his eyes on me:

“Yeah?”

I began fidgeting with my hands from the nervousness coming back again, swallowing it down to ask him, “I’m not causing any issues between you and Sheamus, am I?”

“No, of course not!” He said quickly, I’m sure it was shocking for him to see me so shy and quiet, “What makes you think that?”

“I heard what he asked you,” Finally, I picked up my head to look him in the eyes and just as I thought, he had no clue, the shock in his eyes expressing that, “And I couldn’t tell if he was suspicious of us in a bad way, or just curious. I’m sorry that I almost kissed you out there. I was just so happy.”

It wasn’t like me to ever apologize, Ridge staring at me as if he never heard me say those words before, he probably hasn’t truthfully, but he still brightened my mood when he took my hand:

“Don’t be sorry. You had every right to be happy like that and honestly, I planned on kissing you back. The whole thing with Sheamus? I’m sure he just finds it weird because you’re always just so-“

He was trying his best to find the right words, but I went ahead and said for him, “Crazy? It’s okay to say it.”

“Yeah, crazy,” He laughed softly, “But that’s alright. I think you’re perfect the way you are, even if you can be such a handful.”

“Figuratively or physical?” I joked, snickering when he rolled his eyes at me, laughing more he pulled me into his arms and threw me over his shoulder like he always does, stepping out of the elevator:

“Hope you like sleepovers.”

“Only with you,” I was smiling, kicking my feet and stole his hat to play with while he opened the door and the moment he stepped in, I used my speed to slide down in front of him, locking my legs around his waist to keep myself from falling, pulling his head to mine to kiss him.

“Can’t even let me get in the door?” He was always poking at me, but right now wasn’t the time for that, growling against his lips:

“I’ve been waiting all night to kiss you and you know I’m not patient.”

“I know, surprised you could behave for this long,” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me while saying softly, “But don’t worry, tonight is about you.”

“About me?” Those words made the little devil on my shoulder dance, smiling more as he laid me on the bed, throwing his shirt off and reassuring:

“You.”

“So…” My mind was really getting lost in all of my dirty thoughts, biting my lip while staring at those massive arms and chest of his, “I don’t have to ask or say please? Just do what I want?”

“All bets are off, baby girl,” He winked, coming down to kiss me again, not expecting to be thrown on his back as I laughed:

“Well, tonight is really my lucky night.”

I jumped right on top of him and started grinding against his hard on, gladly giving him a kiss like he wanted, but letting them turn into soft bites while working down to his neck, able to feel his pulse growing, getting a spank and small warning:

“You better not be leaving marks all over me.”

“You’ve done the same to me. There’s a great thing called makeup,” I made sure to leave a dark one just for that, purring in his ear softly, “Besides, you keep lifting your head higher so I can keep doing it. You like it.”

Instead of answering me, he spanked me again and that time it really fired me up, standing up over him in bed, stripping out of my clothes and that’s when I got an idea, hinting as I placed a foot above his arms near the pillows, humming:

“Hmm, what shall I do next?”

“Well, you have two places to sit,” He quickly kicked off his boxers, having me look down briefly at his hand stroking his cock softly, knowing that made me even crazier than I already was, then licking his lips.

He always took the chance to work me, now this was my chance, smirking at him, “I wouldn’t want to wear you down too quick just yet, so-“

Taking another step towards his head, he was on it quicker than me, taking my thighs and pulling me down to sit on his face with a growl, “Takes a lot to wear me down.”

“Shhhh,” I gasped softly, playing with his hair at first while his tongue was at my clit, unable to help the slight rock in my hips when he started sucking next, turning my slight gasps into moans, “R-Ridgey-“

It didn’t take long for my body to reach its first struggling, forehead against the wall and trying to control the trembles, but of course he didn’t make that easy for me, giving me a spank so hard that I squealed, then hooking his arms around my thigh with his incredible strength, and still keeping my hips and legs shaking hard, keeping my body rocking.

Even with his face buried in my soaked cunt, I could see that he was smiling, my body giving off all of the signals that my orgasm was coming, stopped trying to fight the shakes and jolts, going right ahead and grinding against his face quicker than before.

“You just want me to suffocate you, huh?!” I didn’t realize how loud I was, unknowingly pounding my fists against the wall, nearly crying at how hard he was sucking my clit this time, squeezing his head with my thighs as hard as I could.

He still managed to laugh at me under there, panting so hard and my eyes were blurry a bit when I opened them a little, crying out,”Fucking hell, Ridgey! Oh my-, Oh my go-“

Not even for a second, he didn’t let up during my orgasm, and I may have been a soaked, shaking mess, I wasn’t out just yet.

“You alright?” He watched me carefully as I rose up on my knees slowly, still being proud of himself, “That made you really loud.”

“I’m just fine,” I flashed a quick look through my hair when our first time came to mind, how he edged me and had me begging.

“I know that look-“ For a change, that was a good thing to say. He instantly knew that I was ready to pounce, smirking while I slid back, squatting before sitting on his cock slowly.

It was harder to fight the wired nerves than I thought, but I was still capable. Poor Ridgey, he surely wasn’t prepared for my sudden burst of quickness, making sure he got to hear the sweetest moans of mine that turned him on, taking every inch of his cock with every bounce, as quickly as I could for as long as I could, till I fell to my knees.

“I see what you’re doing,” Leaning down to leave marks along his chest while winding my hips, things started to click in his mind, but I played dumb:

“What? I’m just enjoying you. My legs can only handle so much.”

“Liar,” He huffed, being playful and this time, I showed him that he was right, sitting back up and fixing myself into the squatting position again:

“Well, you did tell me that all bets were off. So, you afraid to moan or something?”

This time I had his eyes shut tight and his lip trapped in his teeth, bouncing harder this time too, adding a rocking motion along with it, and even when my knees gave way again, reaching another orgasm, I still kept rocking my hips, noticing how he was panting and his cheeks were red.

“Bet all of that speed going down to nothing drives you crazy, huh?” I left some kisses at his neck again before whispering in his ear, lifting my hips to bounce a few times then grinding down to a slow pace.

“You wanna see crazy?” It was a quiet breath, but I heard it, giggling as I settled, whispering back:

“Give me all you got.”

That moment, I finally realized that Ridge never showed me his crazy side, moving so quickly that I was just suddenly on my back, a single thrust sending the bed against the wall and getting me to scream, his speed outdoing mine.

There were so much power in his hips that I thought he was going to break me into the bed, a pinch in my lower core when he pushed my legs back with them against his chest and when I went to hold his head, he took my wrists, pinning them down with no chance of breaking his strength.

“R-Ridge-y” They called him Ridge The Fridge for a reason, I was starting to feel that weight of pure muscle on top of another orgasm coming like a storm, all of it knocking the air out of me, not able to finish.

“What? Can’t handle it?” He kept his nose against mine, about folding me in half and kept me so senseless that all I could do was whine, walls so clenched around his cock that the friction made me ache.

“I’m about to cum so hard!” I said it as quickly as I could, as it was happening rather, crying again at how overloaded my nerves were, woozy in the mind from all of the pleasure smacking me like a train.

Letting my arms and legs go, I still latched around him, hugging him super tight, feeling his cock throbbing with the last thrusts he had, gasping and making whatever noise felt right at the kisses he left along my neck to help me relax, his cock buried deep and his seed flooding.

“Just know, I’m not leaving this bed until I have no choice,” I chuckled softly before dropping limp, smiling at his laugh too:

“Well, your human body pillow is here, so don’t worry.”

“Good,” I smiled to him, “I know that I’m going to get a good nights sleep.”

After getting cleaned up and stealing one of his t-shirts to sleep in, I was out like a light and slept for what felt like a week, but with my eyes closed, still in a slumber, a pout formed on my face when I no longer felt Ridge’s chest that I was resting my head on.

“Ridgeyy,” I pouted sleepily, my arm still numb when I rose it a little, “Come back.”

“I’ll be right back, baby girl,” I heard from what seemed like a distance, rubbing my eyes and thankfully, it was still dark in the room, but there was a light that my tired eye focused on.

It was the door and I noticed it was open with Sheamus standing there, Ridge answering meanwhile he was still in just his shorts.

“Oh, hey Sheamy,” I yawned softly, then realized what I said, forgetting about last night.

His face was priceless at least, looking to me, then Ridge, the mess of the room. Ridge noticed the same thing I did, but before anything could be said, Sheamus, face and voice still tired, turned and walked away:

“I don’t even want to know what happened in there.”

I had to laugh at that, Ridge shutting the door and looking at the positive side, “Well, we don’t have to explain anything to him anymore.”

“Yeah, I think he took the hint,” I giggled sleepily, cuddling back up to him as he returned to me, “You’re all mine, now.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #ridge holland #ridge holland x reader #ridge holland imagine #ridge holland smut #read and enjoy

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i-want-a-bagel · 4 months

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22 and 18! For you my dear darling gabs who loves travel and also food <3 MWAH MWAH MWAH

hi beloved kermit!!! <3 thanks for asking :D

22. Favourite place you visited this year? I was very lucky to visit a few places I'd never been before this year (in the UK and in Belgium) and though I really loved Bruges and Leuven, my absolute fave is Edinburgh. I LOVED the city, I loved how nice people were and how beautiful and unique the architecture is and how great the public transport system was that allowed us to visit so much so easily and how small it is that everything is within walking distance and Dean's Village and Leith (and the walk by the water with the statues) it was genuinely such a coup de coeur I would love to get the opportunity to move there for a while in the future Sometimes you travel somewhere and you have a fun time but you're happy to get back to your things and sometimes you travel somewhere and it's like you find a piece of yourself you didn't know you were missing and that's how I felt in Edinburgh 18. A memorable meal this year? Oh I have so many, uhm, one morning in Austin with a few friends I'd met at the hostel I was staying we decided to go get breakfast at this dinner like place and not only was it delicious, it was such a fun place with fun music and we sat at the counter and the person working there was just so nice and honestly all the meals I have in Austin are always so memorable and delicious but that one morning when we got up a bit earlier to have time to get that longer type sitting down breakfast before our day's activities was a big hit! Another great meal has to be our first lunch together in Edinburgh with bookclub in that lil pub's back room (Innis & Gunn) after trying to find a place that could host all 8 of us, and that nice waiter who was from Canada too telling us a bit about moving to Edinburgh and the nerves of meeting everyone in person and the adrenaline of meeting everyone in person, you know, lots of emotions but such a good meal and a surreal moment that started our week or shenanigans perfectly (honestly I could mention any and all of our meals that week, the potatoes and lasagna, the sushi at Vittoria's, the lunch at Old Chain Pier (what a view!) And a third one, one that isn't so memorable for the food (actually I don't remember what I ate), but the meal where after eating, my sister told us she's expecting a baby! The dinner was just an excuse to all be together for her to let us all know at the same time (my parents, my other sister and I). Sometimes the most memorable meals aren't about meals actually they're about the moment :) again thank you for asking!!! <3

#ask me anything #ask game #thank youuuuuu <3 #bookclub #travel #food

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feral4austinbutler · 2 years

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infidelities (Austin Butler x OC)

Warnings: cheating, swearing, age gap, that’s all… for now.

Chapter 2

link to chapter 1: ⬇️

https://feral4austinbutler.tumblr.com/post/693258302128373761/infidelities-austin-butler-x-oc

An hour and a million makeup wipes later, I was ready. I sprayed some perfume and fixed my eyelashes one last time before I was out the door and down the stairs. As I was making my way down the cobblestone streets of Dublin, I stopped dead in my tracks. What was I doing? I had a fiancé back home. I had built whole life with him for the past two years. Was I about to throw all that out the door to entertain some man I might never even see again? As I stood there, contemplating, my phone started ringing.

Austin was calling. Before I knew what I was doing, I hit the green answer button and held the phone up to my ear.

“Hello?” I answered in a shaky voice.

“Hey, it’s been well over an hour now. Where are you?” Austin asked firmly.

This was it. I could say, “Sorry no I’m actually engaged, I can’t come. Bye!” I can go on with my trip, pretending these interactions never even happened. I could end it all right here, right now.

“I’m actually right now the street. I should be there in 5.” I said, my knuckles turning white as I gripped my phone harder. Shit.

“Alright darling, hustle now. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” He said and hung up the phone promptly.

I stood there stunned with my phone still up next to my ear, trying to register what just happened. There really is no backing out now. I slid my phone back into my pocket and continued my walk to the pub.

I stood outside the entrance to the pub for a moment, taking in the beautiful red building as well as gathering my thoughts. I shook my head and took out my phone, ready to send a text to Austin saying that I actually wasn’t going to be able to make it. Before I could even open our messages, I felt someone looming over me.

“Well, hello there.” I instantly knew who it was. That deep voice will forever be burned in my memory.

I look up at him and the breath I was holding in gets caught in my throat. He looked divine. He was wearing a black button up with the the first few buttons undone— so slutty. On the bottom he had on black pants that fit him oh so right. He adorned a few ring on his middle and pink fingers— god his hands, I could stare at them all day long.

“You know if you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He said, snapping me out of the spell he had cast on me.

“I think permanently etching you in my mind is just as good.” I say, grinning up and winking at him. I am in so much trouble.

“Hmm, well as much as I would like for us to stare at each other all night long,” He smirked as one of his hands came up to my face to tuck back a piece of fallen hair behind my ear , “We should head inside and get a drink.”

I nodded, too stunned to speak. Satisfied with my reply, he intertwined my hand in his and lead the way into the pub.

The inside of the The Temple Bar was beautiful— a live band made up of older men played in the corner, locals and tourists with smiles plastered on their faces, and most importantly, the alcohol display behind the bar was fully stocked, floor to ceiling.

Austin and I made our way towards a round table in the middle of the floor, surrounded by people on all sides. As we approached, Austin walked in front of me to pull out my chair for me.

“And they say chivalry is dead.” I say as I take a seat.

He only hums in response to my comment before he says, “I’m going to go up to the bar and order our drinks, what would you like?”

“A glass of Riesling, please and thank you.”

Austin nods and makes his way over to the bar. As I wait for him to return, I scroll through my phone. My stomach drops when I see text message notification come down. It’s a message from Shawn.

Hey babe, just wondering if you landed safely and got to your hotel ok. Let me know! Love you xx.

A wave of guilt makes my stomach start twisting into knots. My thumbs dance over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. I look up from my phone to see Austin got our drinks and is about to start making his way back over to our table. I have to send some sort of message back and I have to send it quick.

Hey babe! Yep, I landed safe and sound. I’m about to turn in for the night actually. Long day. I’ll call you in the morning. Love you too!

“Love you too!” burned my fingers to type— but I hit the arrow button and sent the message on its way.

“I hope you didn’t have too much fun without me.” Austin says, setting my glass of wine in front of me.

I turn my phone off and put it face down on the table “I was actually hoping you wouldn’t return— pity.” I frown.

He sits down in his chair and puts his glass of whiskey to his lips to take a sip, “You’ve got quite the attitude, don’t you?”

“I try.” I shrug and simultaneously bring my glass up to my mouth to take a sip.

Austin places his glass back down on the table and just stares at me, biting his lip. A stare that makes me choke on my drink a little. A state the burns a hole into me.

“So, Isabel,” — God my name sounds heavenly coming from his lips. I would pay big bucks to have him say it over and over again, “What brings you to Ireland?”

“Well,” I say as I place my glass back down on the table, “I just turned 21 this past week and I decided it was time for me to take my first solo trip to literally anywhere.”

“That’s a big leap for a little girl like you.” He says as he continues to stare at me, bringing his drink back up for another sip.

“Little girl? Who the hell are you calling little? Aren’t you like pretty close to my age?” I bring my glass back up to my lips.

“Actually no, I’m 31.” I nearly spit my drink out. 31!? 31. There is literally no way.

“There is no way you’re 31!” I shout in disbelief.

“You can literally look it up.” He states bluntly.

So that’s exactly what I did. I picked up my phone, my hands shaking as I typed “Austin Butler” into the google search bar. It takes a second to load, and there is was. Austin Robert Butler, born August 17, 1991, age 31 years old.

I turn my phone off and set it back down. “Yep, you’re definitely 31.”

“Does that bother you?” He asks.

Does it bother me? It’s a 10 year age gap. I’m not sure if it bothers me, or if it makes me even more attracted to him.

“No, it doesn’t.” I try and answer as stern as I could.

“Good, I’m glad.” He smiles.

“So Austin Butler,” I quirk my eyebrow at him, “What bring you to Ireland? Business or pleasure?”

“Most definitely pleasure, especially now.” He brings his hand up to caress his jawline. His eyes still fixated on me. How flirtatious can one person be? “I’m here for a vacation, I’ve been working so much and I’m filming so many different things. I just wanted something for myself.”

“Cheers to that.” I say holding up my glass to him. He taps it gently with his and we both take an agonizingly slow slip before setting our glasses down.

After a long pause— I ask, “What king of activities do you have planned while you’re here? Any tours?”

“No, nothing booked yet. I was just going to play it by ear.”

I can feel like wine start to take effect. At least what I hope was the wine, because the next words out of my mouth were, “You should come with me on the tours I’m going on.”

He doesn’t answer right away, just kept staring at me with that shit eating grin on his face.

“I mean— uh, um,” I stutter, “You don’t have to go with me, totally just a suggestion. I’m not even sure why I said that. Don’t feel pressured to say yes because I totally understand if you’re busy or if you don’t want—.”

Austin cuts me off mid ramble, “Isabel, do you want me to go with you?”

“I—uh, I mean, only if you want to.” I say, trying to avoid his question.

“That’s not what I asked.” He states, “I asked if you want me to go with you. Simple yes or no question.”

I took a deep breath in to calm my nerves before I answer, “Yes, I would really like it if you would go with me.”

He smirks at me again, “Well, it’s settled then. I’ll go.”

“Ok, it’s settled then.” I repeated back to him.

A few more hours and glasses of wine later— I’m telling Austin everything there is to know about me. Stories of my childhood, how it was growing up as an only child to a single mom, even about the rebellious phase I had in high school until I was about 19. I evidently leave out the engaged to another man part though. He is probably the world’s best listener. Leaning in order to hear me better, coming up with quick and witty responses, literally hanging on to every syllable that come out of my mouth. I just don’t want to stop talking.

“After the way I was treated by boys for most of my teenage years, I had an epiphany during my freshman year of college and I literally swore off men.” I admit to Austin.

“If you swore off men, what are you doing going out with me?” He questions.

“Well, I feel like you’re different. You’re much more domineering than most of the men I’ve met. You also seem like you actually care about what I’ve been spewing for the past few hours, even though I’m talking your ear off.” I giggle and take another sip.

“For one, I am going to take this wine glass from you. I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” He laughs and take my glass from its spot on the table. “Second, why wouldn’t I care about what you have to say? You’re very funny and you are a good story teller. I could listen to you talk for hours.” He smiles at me. The faintest tinged of red covering his cheeks.

“Thank you Austin. That’s really nice to hear.” I look down at the table top, suddenly shy from his gaze.

“I wouldn’t say something that wasn’t true.” He says.

I look up to make eye contact and my heart skips a beat.

“Do you think we should call it a night ?” I ask.

“Sure, let me walk you back to your hotel room.” He stands up from his chair, holding his hand out for me to take. I graciously accept and place my hand in his— feeling the hairs on my neck stand straight up.

We start to make our way down the street towards my hotel. Walking hand in hand, enjoying each other’s company and taking in the sights around us.

Austin interrupts the silence to say, “I had a really nice time tonight.”

I look over to him, “Yeah, I did too. I really did.”

As we approach my hotel, I stop to turn and look at him.

“Well, this is me.” I say motioning to the building next to us.

“Before I let you go, I have to know when I’m going to see you again.” He pleads.

“Give me your phone.” I state holding my hand out, repeating what he did to me earlier that day.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and puts it in my hand. I open his notes and type the meeting spot address for the tour I was taking tomorrow.

I turn the phone around to show him, “Meet me at this address tomorrow morning at 7 am. Don’t be late. We are going on that tour.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He says taking his phone back.

I turn and start to walk up to the entrance of hotel. I get up to the door and turn to Austin.

“Good night Austin. I’ll see you in the morning, bright and early.”

“Goodnight Isabel, sweet dreams darling.”

I smile at him and turn back around. I turn the door knob and walk into the lobby of my hotel. I close the door behind and press my back up against the door to take a nice and long deep breath.

I so am massively screwed.

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hey guys! i’m actually surprisingly proud of how good this is like flowing out of me lol. idk if anyone would be interested in being tagged when i post new chapters but leave your user in the comments if you are and i’ll make a tag list for news chapter <333

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Austin on Tap: Crafting Your Perfect Pub Crawl Experience in the Live Music Capital

In the heart of Texas, where live music echoes through the streets and the spirit of innovation thrives, Austin stands tall as the Live Music Capital of the World. Beyond the beats and melodies, the city offers a vibrant and diverse pub scene, making it an ideal destination for those seeking a memorable pub crawl experience. Join us on a journey through the eclectic neighborhoods of Austin as we craft the perfect pub crawl, tapping into the essence of this dynamic and lively city.

Downtown Delights: Sixth Street and Beyond

Austin's iconic Sixth Street, also known as the "Dirty Sixth," serves as the epicenter of the city's nightlife. The historic street is lined with an array of pubs, bars, and live music venues, offering a diverse range of experiences. Start your pub crawl in this bustling district, where the energy is contagious, and the choices are endless.

Begin at The Jackalope, a local favorite known for its dive-bar charm and an impressive selection of craft beers. As you meander down Sixth Street, explore the legendary Maggie Mae's, where multiple stages host live bands playing everything from rock to blues. Don't miss the chance to pop into the historic Driskill Hotel, home to a classic cocktail bar that transports you to a bygone era.

East Austin Elegance: Craft Brews and Artisanal Spirits

Venture eastward to the hip and eclectic East Austin, where the atmosphere is laid-back, and the craft scene thrives. Start your East Austin pub crawl at Zilker Brewing Company, an urban brewery crafting a variety of beers in a friendly setting. Sip on a seasonal brew or a tried-and-true favorite before heading to Wright Bros. Brew & Brew, a coffee shop by day and craft beer haven by night.

The Container Bar, constructed from shipping containers, offers a unique drinking experience with its rooftop patio and an impressive selection of local drafts. Continue your journey to Whisler's, an atmospheric bar with a speakeasy vibe, where mixologists create handcrafted cocktails with precision and flair. East Austin's blend of craft brews and artisanal spirits makes it a must-visit for those seeking a more refined pub crawl experience.

Rainey Street Revelry: Bungalows and Biers

For a pub crawl experience with a distinctive Austin flavor, head to Rainey Street, a neighborhood lined with charming bungalow-style bars and food trucks. Begin your Rainey Street revelry at Banger's Sausage House & Beer Garden, known for its vast selection of sausages and an impressive lineup of craft beers on tap. The expansive outdoor seating area and live music make it an ideal starting point.

Continue your exploration with Craft Pride, a craft beer haven showcasing the best of Texas breweries. Their knowledgeable staff can guide you through an ever-changing selection of local beers. For a unique twist, visit Half Step, a cocktail bar with a relaxed ambiance, offering expertly crafted drinks and a spacious patio. Rainey Street's mix of bungalows and biers creates a pub crawl experience unlike any other in Austin.

South Congress Soirée: Vintage Vibes and Austin Icons

Conclude your perfect pub crawl on the eclectic and iconic South Congress Avenue. Start at the Continental Club, a historic venue that has hosted legendary musicians for decades. Enjoy live music while sipping on your favorite drink in this iconic Austin establishment. Move on to the iconic Jo's Coffee for a caffeine boost or try their signature Iced Turbo, a local favorite.

As you traverse South Congress, make a stop at the legendary Hotel San Jose's Lounge, a hidden gem known for its intimate setting and well-crafted cocktails. Conclude your pub crawl at the iconic Guero's Taco Bar, where you can savor Tex-Mex delights and enjoy the vibrant atmosphere of their outdoor patio.

Conclusion:

Crafting your perfect pub crawl experience in Austin is a journey through neighborhoods that pulse with the city's unique energy. From the historic charm of Sixth Street to the artistic vibe of East Austin, the bungalow-lined streets of Rainey, and the iconic South Congress, each district offers a distinct flavor for pub enthusiasts. Embrace the eclectic brews, artisanal cocktails, and live music that define Austin's pub scene, and let the Live Music Capital guide you through an unforgettable night of revelry. Austin on tap is more than just a pub crawl; it's a celebration of the city's spirit and a testament to its reputation as a haven for those who appreciate good drinks, great company, and the soulful sounds of live music.

#pub walk #pub walk austin #tour operator #pub crawl experience

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Trans community: “misgendering is literal violence” Also trans community: will violently attack from behind over an accidental use of the wrong pronouns

Content Notice: This article contains photos of bruising and physical injury. Reader discretion is appreciated.

A woman in Melbourne, Australia was hospitalized and left with horrific injuries following a brutal attack from a trans activist over what she speculates was retaliation for her gender critical views.

On September 24, 2022, Ruby* and her partner were attending the Punks Pub Crawl, an annual barhopping event for those in the punk rock scene which has been held in Melbourne since 1982. Ruby, a bass guitarist in a local band, had been attending the crawl since she was a teenager. Though she was excited to return to her tradition following the loosening of COVID-19 restrictions, Ruby’s evening turned into a nightmare.

“I had only just arrived with my partner sometime around 3 p.m. There were about 70 people or so attending the crawl. The whole group of us stopped at Carlton Gardens for a group photo,” Ruby recounts, explaining that immediately after the photo was taken she would have an incident that has since left her with a debilitating injury.

“I was walking away, talking to a friend when I noticed one male walking beside the group but in the opposite direction to the rest of us,” Ruby says. “As he passed me he shoulder-barged me hard, and I stopped to address him.”

Ruby describes her attacker as “male, but not obviously ‘trans.’” As she was with a group of individuals belonging to the punk rock community, she didn’t immediately believe he was attempting to present as the opposite sex, and simply thought he was donning classic punk attire.

“He just looked like a metal head with lipstick on, and I had never seen him before in my life,” she says. According to a police report Ruby provided Reduxx, the individual is described as approximately 5’7, with long dark hair. He had been wearing a black shirt and black pants.

Startled by the body check, Ruby confronted the male.

“I said something very close to, ‘Is there a problem here? Do you and I need to have a conversation?’ He started denying and gaslighting. He claimed it was an accident and one of his friends backed him up. It was clearly no accident so I replied, ‘No, he just shoulder-barged me as hard as he could.’”

Ruby says the onlookers immediately seemed to take issue with the pronoun she had used for the man.

“I heard a few murmurs of ‘He?’ Like people were offended at my choice of pronoun,” she says. “I stood facing him for another [few seconds] waiting to see if he was going to kick off, but he seemed to have nothing to say so I turned and walked away.”

But just as she did, Ruby says she was suddenly attacked from behind, with the man pushing her onto the concrete with tremendous force.

“I was wearing a heavy studded leather jacket so I went down hard and fast. I put my left arm out to break the fall with anything other than my head and the impact reverberated all up my arm, shattering my shoulder and breaking my arm at the joint.”

Ruby says other pub crawl goers told the man to back off, and she says that while she was in extreme pain, she didn’t immediately recognize the extent of the damage. A friend of hers who knew first-aid put her in a makeshift sling, and it quickly became obvious to Ruby that she needed to seek medical treatment.

She first attempted to go to a public hospital, but was left in the emergency waiting room for agonizing hours without proper attention, so she left and later sought help at Austin Hospital, which is reputed for its trauma care. Ruby was sent for a CAT scan and X-Ray where she was diagnosed with a fractured shoulder.

Ruby provided Reduxx medical records from Austin Health showing she was admitted to the emergency short stay unit, and that she was initially slated for a surgical intervention by an orthopedic registrar.

A second orthopedic surgeon Ruby saw while in hospital decided not to operate, feeling her outcomes would be better if she were simply closely monitored and sent for physiotherapy after the initial injury had healed. The surgeon left the possibility of operation open if anything were to come up with the injury in the future.

In the chaos of her attempts to get medical treatment, Ruby had managed to track down the individual who had assaulted her through a band contact. She recognized her assailant had been friends with an individual who her band had performed with in the past, and skimmed his socials to find more information. She managed to identify the attacker, and, armed with the information, went to Melbourne Police and filed a report after being discharged from hospital.

Ruby supplied Reduxx with the statement she signed and witnessed with a Constable about her ordeal. In the statement, she names Sarah Cadzow, a male who identifies as a “woman,” as being her assailant.

She speculates that their mutual band contact had alerted Cadzow to her views on gender ideology at the Punks Pub Crawl, and that he had body-checked her in retaliation.

“It became clear that someone had been showing the attacker my Facebook posts. The attacker had never been on my Facebook friends list, as far as I know, but his friend was. My Facebook has been all about women’s rights and spaces for about 4 years now, since I found out about men in women’s prisons,” Ruby says. “We messaged the friend shortly afterwards and he helpfully agreed in writing as to what happened, but attempted to justify it because apparently [Cadzow] was ‘defending his community’ by attacking a middle aged woman from behind.”

In his youth, Cadzow had been associated with LGBTQ youth charity Minus18.

Cadzow was listed as a development team member of the Trans 101 project, a “gender diversity crash course” aimed at youth supported by Minus18, YGender, and the Sydney Myer Fund. He also penned a biography for the Rainbow Story Project, praising Minus18 and boasting about the fact he transitioned when he was approximately 14 years old.

Despite having provided Melbourne Police with two witness statements as well as the identity of her attacker, Ruby explains that it took months for Cadzow to finally be charged in a process that initially left her feeling abandoned.

“I can’t speak for police resources or procedures, but it was very concerning to me that it took so long to charge him. They seemed to be handling the assailant very delicately,” she says. “I wanted there to be some immediate disincentive for him to do this again – to me or anyone else – and the police didn’t seem to take that concern seriously at all.”

Ruby says she observed a definite “tone shift” when police learned her assailant was transgender.

“The delay in charging and the manner in which they went about it certainly felt to me like a reluctance to act. This was very serious violence and all I could think about during that waiting time was ‘Where are the consequences? What’s stopping him doing it again? What happens if he sees a woman in an Adult Human Female t-shirt?'”

On January 25, almost exactly four months after the incident, Cadzow was finally handed charges related to Ruby’s assault. He is currently scheduled for a hearing at the Melbourne Magistrates’ Court on April 14.

While Ruby expresses some relief that Cadzow has now been charged and the legal component of her ordeal is moving after months of stagnation, she has been left with the lingering impact of her attack.

“I play bass guitar, and at first we weren’t sure if I was going to be able to play gigs anymore. Fortunately, it’s looking like I will be able to, just not too often and it hurts like a bastard to tune up,” she says, explaining that her impacted arm can no longer be lifted above the shoulder

“I will never swim again, [or] shoot hoops with my son, get things from high shelves, or hang washing. The doctor said: ‘your ability to lift that arm above your head ended when you hit the ground.'”

In relation to Cadzow’s upcoming hearing, Ruby says she hopes the consequences for Cadzow are serious enough to act as a deterrent.

“I hope others who may have similar ideas realize that you simply can’t just go around attacking women with impunity.”

But even then, Ruby explains that she has concerns about how the case will be handled by Australia’s criminal justice system, which has become notorious for its position on gender self-identification.

“This was a clear-cut act of male violence but I have my doubts as to whether statistics or records will reflect that in the end,” she says.

“It’s getting very scary to be a woman speaking up about women’s rights these days. This kind of violence is going way, way too far and it has to stop before something even worse happens.”

* – Subject has been assigned a name to protect her privacy.

By Anna Slatz Anna is the Co-Founder and Editor-in-Chief at Reduxx, with a journalistic focus on covering crime, child predators, and women's rights. She lives in Canada, enjoys Opera, and kvetches in her spare time.

#Australia #melbourne #The dude full on slammed into her and they were more concerned with pronouns?#The dude misgendered himself by committing violence #Doctors ignoring a woman in pain #Sarah Cadzow Is a violent man #Punks Pub Crawl #The dude just proved why men don’t belong in women’s spaces #Man disagrees with a woman #resorts #Man disagrees with a woman and resorts to violence #Minus18 #Trans 101 #YGender #Sydney Myer Fund #Rainbow Story Project #A TIM assaulted a woman and the cops took four months to arrest him #If trans people are protected by the police they are not oppressed

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hey! regarding your ask, anything really! Dallas is still a few chapters away so im not 100% sure what im gonna focus on yet, but im mostly looking for general vibes, scenery, how are the citizens there (polite? rude? indifferent?) food, things to do, and tourist traps lol. also, is the city walkable? hows traffic?

thanks!

For vibe I mean Dallas is in the culturally South part of the state, so Southern hospitality is a major thing here. Most people are nice and helpful if you are back. Dallas is more liberal than most places, but less so than Austin or San Antonio.

You’ll probably be interested in Deep Ellum, our major cultural neighborhood. https://www.deepellumtexas.com/explore/

It’s walkable, unlike the rest of the city. Smaller concert venues like the Factory (formerly the Bomb Factory) than our major AT&T Stadium in the arts district proper. Deep Ellum has a lot of Brew pubs, quirky shops, and awesome murals. There’s plenty of pics on instagram of greet spots for pics. Safe to walk around in daylight, less so at night but what city isn’t. Twisted Root is always a major favorite restaurant that celebs stop at. It’s a burger joint know for burgers with different meats (like kangaroo) and assigning customers celebrity names for their food orders. Louie Louie is a popular piano bar with dueling pianos that is always packed.

In regards to transport outside of Deep Ellum, I recommend driving. Lots of people use Uber/Lyft, if not their own cars, but there is also the DART (train) and bikes/scooters for rent. Scooter tours of the city are popular.

You do NOT want to spend extended time outside in August in direct sun, as temps can regularly reach upper 90s and Texas sun is no joke. Near Deep Ellum is the Dallas Farmers Market. It’s a complex of smaller shops, an indoor dinning building with small stall restaurants in the shape of a large tin sided barn. Out front of that is the Shed, a very large covered pavilion that houses the vendor stalls. There’s anything from the traditional farm spread, to various small business selling lotion, vintage tees, art, etc.

People might want you to mention JFK. The Sixth Floor museum is boring as hell. There is an X in the middle of the road where Kennedy was shot. I always see Tourists try and take pics of it or try to stand on it. Which is the Stupidest Thing, since the street is still a major roadway is a congested city.

Also we have this in the arts district. Terrifying at night all lit up. Perot museum nearby has a T-Rex in the window visible from highway.

Klyde Warren Park is a park over a highway in the arts district. Good food trucks.

Reunion Tower, the building with the ball on top that you see in Dallas skyline, has a restaurant on top that rotates 360 degrees. Might be a good dinner date setting.

Fort Worth is also part of the metroplex with the Stockyards for shopping. Most tourists get a Stetson or some boots as their Texas souvenir.

Let me know if you need more.

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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE FIGHTER get what he deserves?” He is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & OPEN to finding out.

— he walks through the world as ;

name → peter pettigrew pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → austin abrams blood status → half-blood sexual orientation → pansexual occupation → bartender at the leaky cauldron in diagon alley future information → death eater & traitor to the order of the phoenix

— he is best described as ;

The kind of friend to WATCH your BACK when you need it most. He is the WARM scent of a CRACKLING FIRE & the SHARPNESS of shot of IRISH FIREWHISKEY like a PUNCH to the JAW. He exists, mostly in the silence where a JOKE is told, where people with BATED BREATH wait for the LAUGH that FOLLOWS. He is UNCERTAINTY. He is LOYALTY, yet he is FOOLISH & he is DANGEROUS in his quest to BELONG & be LOVED.

— his story starts with ;

Peter Pettigrew had always been the sort of boy who felt like he didn’t belong. His mother was a pure-blood witch born to a noble family who ran away with a muggle boxer from Dublin. In the wizarding village of Chudley, people cared not for the happiness of the new couple and so began the whispers and the side eye glances that followed Peter from the moment forward. A proud man, Peter’s father worked hard to distance himself and his family from the wizarding world, buying a pub in the village which resembled a muggle pub more closely than a wizarding one. The Merrow was regularly filled with his father’s friends and their children who enjoyed boxing, gaelic football and laughing loudly. A child of magical ability, Peter never quite fit in with the group, unable to explain things he was able to do or odd things he said in passing which made the other children laugh. The setbacks he faced never stopped Peter from trying to embrace his muggle background and he embraced his muggle primary school and mandatory boxing lessons with great enthusiasm.

By the time he was eleven, Peter was isolated, frustrated and ready for a new experience. His muggle classmates thought he was strange, as did the boys at the pub and the wizarding children in the village. Peter belonged everywhere and nowhere all at once. Neither of his parents could understand, his father outright refused to. When Peter’s acceptance letter to Hogwarts arrived, his father was angered. At first he refused to let him attend at all, though he came around eventually, if highly unwillingly. His sullen face and crossed arms as Peter disappeared into the lime green flames of their fireplace would forever be etched into his memory. Peter’s father had always treated him like his greatest disappointment, a sense of relief engulfed him suddenly that for the majority of the year he would no longer have to confront it each day. Silently Peter made a promise to himself as he emerged into Diagon Alley. This time would be different. Peter would be himself, with no one to answer to. No one to impress. Freedom.

Peter fell in with JAMES POTTER [best friend/housemate] and SIRIUS BLACK [best friend/housemate] from the moment he boarded the train. A quick fist fight with a fellow first year caught the boys' attention fast- and their spot of trouble on The Hogwarts Express became the first of many they’d share together. Sorted into Gryffindor alongside his two new best friends, he was the happiest he had ever been. Accepted finally, and for the next seven years, admired and interesting, Peter knew within his bones he would do anything to feel that way for the rest of his life. Not a naturally academic student, he was a damn good Beater on the Gryffindor team, could drink like a champion and smoke like a chimney, which made him popular with his fellow students. REMUS LUPIN [best friend/housemate] was a strange addition to their trio of fools, though he was welcomed. They were at first bonded by his dark secret, though it quickly developed into something more. Remus made them better people, more caring, thoughtful and serious in the best ways, and the fact he became a prefect in their later years helped a lot with getting them out of trouble.

When Peter left Hogwarts he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. He’d had the very best years of his life chasing girls and learning magic with his three best friends. Whilst James had expressed dreams of being a famous Auror and Remus a journalist, he and Sirius were interested in having a good time. London called and the marauders found home in an enchanted flat squeezed between a Muggle pub and Farringdon station. Evenings were spent working at The Leaky Cauldron with Sirius where they could drink for free and stay out late afterwards. He had never longed for much in life other than this, so when the disappearances began in 1983 he felt something shift immensely. ALBUS DUMBLEDORE [leader/former headmaster] appeared back in their lives, not long after the Minister’s son was murdered, the usual rosy colour drained from his face. “THE DARK LORD [adversary] was on the move,” he had told them. It was shocking for Peter to learn that these attacks and disappearances were not isolated incidents. Being from a Muggle background, he was aware of how many people went missing each day in London alone and the fact that they shared an alley with dark wizards, vampires and werewolves allowed him to stay ignorant for as long as he had.

The Order of The Phoenix met in the attic of The Fountain of Fair Fortune, a collection of folk selected by Dumbledore to help root out the evil lurking in the city. A fighter by nature, Peter was enthusiastic about this task. Since leaving school he had secretly longed for the chance to be popular once more, duelling with bad guys in the corridors and protecting his friends. Naturally, everyone in their inner circle joined too and the boys alongside their Gryffindor alumni DORCAS MEADOWES [close friend], LILY EVANS [close friend], MARY MACDONALD [close friend] and MARLENE MCKINNON [close friend] began sticking the photos of those they had gone to school with to boards and following them by the cover of nightfall. His life was like an American detective film and despite the darkness that surrounded them, Peter was rather pleased. It has only been recently that things have not seemed as fun as they once were. As The Order grew, a structure began. High profile people from The Ministry of Magic joined including the daughter of The Head of The Magical Law Enforcement Office HESTIA JONES [friend], that was when Peter knew it had suddenly become more serious.

It quickly became apparent that Peter was the muscle of the operation. The one who could throw a punch if everyone was out of spells. He tried to form opinions and have them heard, but often felt like he got lost in the crowd. An embarrassing and humiliating reality when it was often in front of the object of his affection MAREN ROSMERTA [friend/potential love interest], who was dedicated to their cause. Frustrated, Peter decided to take it upon himself to do some extra digging and began being a lot more polite to unsavoury customers at The Leaky Cauldron, especially when Sirius wasn’t around. Befriending ALECTO CARROW [acquaintance/potential love interest] had been a very clever idea on his part. A wicked girl from his year at school, he knew from the papers she was newly broke and likely to have lowered her standards for friendship. Drinking alone, Alecto seemed all but ready to tell him of her sorrows over a number of firewhiskies late into the evening. Each night, after she had gone Peter scribbled everything she had told him into a book that he kept behind the counter, grinning with glee at the prospect that through their chats she would one day lead him to the inner circle of their enemies. A loyal man, Peter’s flirtation with danger is with the purest of intentions- but given The Dark Lord’s reach and the designs of his followers, Peter’s clever plot may eventually signal his downfall, should he not be careful.

— he is a LEVEL 5 WIZARD & readied for war ;

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