#1.5k speakeasy night

[toxicanonymity]

Hey, um, I really want to read those thighs out fics that you just posted links to, but because they’re formatted in the tiny text, I can’t read them without giving myself a pretty bad headache ;u; I don’t wanna ask you to reformat them or anything, but do you maybe have them posted to ao3 or something with more standard sized text?? If not that’s alright, just figured I’d ask!

I'm so glad you asked this! I don't mind reformatting at all. There's no rhyme or reason to when I do that, maybe it's when I'm feeling shy lol or just thought it looked right idk it's very silly. I updated those to normal text and went ahead and updated two others that i knew were small off the top of my head because they were recent. I can adjust other ones as I come across them, too. Happy reading!

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holy crap there were a lot, I'm so sorry.

FICS I HAVE CONVERTED FROM SMALL TO REGULAR TEXT (UPDATED 6/11)

thighs out!Joel (boyfriend's dad)

Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k)

at the beach (short)

MISC.

Aches (innocent reader fingering)

Canopy (dbf!joel in your parents' house)

Window Treatment (peeping Tom next door)

MALM Ikea Drabble (Trouble Joel)

Getting ready for Halloween drabble: Trouble!Joel

Stepdad Halloween drabble - Help with tie

Stepdad: Uber

Free Use (ORIGINAL); Picnic Table

Just the Tip (ORIGINAL) (v loss)

Patrol - pt. 1; pt. 2virgin patrol (v loss)

Secret breeder!Joel Refuses to pull out

Fucking one-off dbf Joel at your dad's house

in the ass like a good girl

you almost die then get used

Possessive cum play

non-con while you sleep

you're caught masturbating (300)

Pawn shop (GILF Joel)

Dr. Rock, pt 2

Speakeasy

HC: For Survival Couple become Speakeasy

Speakeasy Teddy (Showing you off)

Under the Table BJ

Public groping at the execution

night walks

x-small night walks 1 deleted scene (breeder stuff)

night walks liquor store run-in

restaurant drabble

night chalks

dark mode!Joel - ULTRA dark - DDD

Dark mode (knife)

Clicking (horny! joel -> dark mode)

Non-Fic: Request guidelines.

[curseofaphrodite]

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝟏.𝟓𝐊 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ☾

CLOSED!!!

I’m making this celebration a bit more elaborate than usual, and I’m starting personal hcs too! :)

anyone can request, if you’re following me or not.

you can do it through anon too.

you can send in multiple asks.

🍷| art deco

- this one’s technically for the writers! If you want a fic edited, you can send it to me before publishing. Credits aren’t necessary. I won’t change the plot in any way, but rather help with the writing itself. You can send me this emote and I’ll pm you with more details! (accepted till 5th of January.)

🍻 | diet mountain dew

- send me a fic you’ve written and I’ll give a lil review! (you can send two if you’re a mutual.)

💃🏻 | money, power, glory

- cym, would you rather, and other classic game asks.

🍸 | off to the races

- come get your oddly specific aesthetic + a disney song rec.

👠| diamonds on my wrists

- personal headcanons (5-10) with your fav comfort character. Gimme a small para about yourself too please! Add fun facts, pronouns, and anything you think might be of relevance :) (accepted till 5th Jan)

💄| kinda outta luck

- suggestions/questions regarding the blog! You can give me troupes I haven’t done before, or ask why I haven’t done them before. Characters, fandoms, anything and everything related to my blog.

Tagging some of my mutuals below the cut! Love yall.

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[janaeekook]

Forlorn;

(a/n: hey guys this is a school assignment I had to write and I based the main male character off Johnny so here this is!)

pairing: 1920’s mobster!johnny x oc

warnings: character death, angsty

word count: 1.5k

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1919, the story of a simple farmers girl from Michigan, me, Rebecca Jayne. Though my story is short and forlorning, I'm here to tell it anyway. It was simple the way it started, I was a young girl just starting adulthood and wishing to live out my dream away from my parents. That dream was to live under New York city lights and dance on grand stages and show the world my talent, prove my parents that I could do what they had told me I couldn’t. I wanted to prove them wrong to show them that I was capable of achieving my dream. I wasn’t their sweet and innocent little girl anymore, but a woman who had her own thoughts and beliefs. Though I never believed they’d truly understand, but undoubtedly I knew they couldn’t be mad at me forever.

And So I was on the next train to New York, the morning of September 21st, Headed east. My dream lay on the horizon and I was headed straight towards it. In that moment as I watched the green plains of the fields from the window of the train as I passed by, It truly did feel like a dream. Butterflies erupting in my stomach like a wild explosion of nerves and pure excitement.

“This is it” I mumbled to myself. 

I pulled out the last letter my friend whom I’d danced with in Michigan, Jordan, we’d been writing. She had always had the same dream as me, maybe that’s why we became friends. She had moved to New York last year and we’d been writing ever since, she told me of her adventures and everything magnificent of the city. She helped me find a place to stay while I was there, A simple yet quaint lodging house, a small room yet it was perfect for me. The start of my new life began there in that small room 

The studio hadn’t been far, just a few blocks away from where I would be staying, so I was able to walk to and from everyday. I settled into the room nicely, a simple wire frame bed pressed against the left wall and a dresser pressed against the right, a window on the furthest wall. I was only able to smile in that moment, because it was my own, my own space. That first day in the city I unpacked my belongings and made myself comfortable. The weeks to come were the days things truly started for me, I had my audition at the studio, though I already had an in which guaranteed me a spot though I didn’t know, thinking that all I needed was my hard work and determination. Which to an extent was true but they’d heard plenty of my abilities.

Everything seemed to rush to a start, I danced, new and old friends at my side as we perfected routines for our performances. Everything was Jazz, decorated in bright lights, and sequins galore. The calendar soon greeted us with the turn to 1920, I had been in the city for 3 months before I finally met my beloved Johnny. He had been tall as he stood at the bar watching the stage, his eyes never fleeting my form. Well put together, his blazer fit him well, He dazzled by himself alone. We eventually got to talking, and it too was simple.

He approached me first, “You’re new.”

“It’s that obvious?”

He hummed, “You out-shine everyone on the stage, darling.” My cheeks heated profusely.

“Well I wouldn’t say that.”

“Where are you from-” He paused, eyes searching yours as he expectantly awaited your name.

“Rebecca.”

“Rebecca,” He repeated and his smile was bright enough to out-shine the sun, “Where are you from, Rebecca?” 

“Michigan.”

“And what possibly could have brought you to the city?”

“I’m following a dream.”

“So you are.” He said with another smile.

We met at the club every weekend, he’d watch as I danced with a smile, before greeting me after in conversation. Life went on like that, sharing my life with Johnny, until we were all forced underground. Prohibition had been passed, but it didn’t stop the business, different clubs creating invite only speakeasies. The now illicit activities that I had lived by continued behind closed doors, club managers, bartenders and us Jazz dancers working in the dark, late through the night.

Johnny had gotten an invite, so he still came and watched me dance, speaking more of our lives. We did it for months, just out late talking at the club, months of nothing more than friendship. 

“Why don’t we meet up out of this place?” He’d asked suddenly on the first Saturday of December.

I’d quickly said yes. Everything about him seemed to enchant me, pull me into the swells of his boisterous being. Though I never fought it, albeit because I was too weak and his love was strong, or rather we were both simply, madly and truly in love, both a drug for each other. Young love was such an inviting prospect that I looked over who he may really be, seemingly skipping a page in a novel that told the preposterous backstory of the hidden main character. I had only read the good parts, studied them in fact, believing that it was all him and ignoring the shadows.

But the night came and went, Johnny never showed, It was a get together outside of my tasseled dress and feathered headpiece, no dazzling lights or sparkles just me and him as one may call normal. But he never did show. Though you thought, there must be a valid reason for his absence.

He only arrived the next day, flowers and an apology pleading on his pink lips. He had got caught up at work, he’d said, Though in the moment when I let him into my quiet room of the lodging house with a bright forgiving smile-- I hadn’t known that the work that he had spoken of was killing a man. A man who had merely said the wrong thing to the wrong person and paid with his life. It was the work of mobsters, Johnny had never stricken me as the type, it wasn’t even a possibility in my head, because there was absolutely no way he could be a member of the mob. We visited with each other for hours, talking about everything as we always did until there was nothing more to talk about. ‘You should come to my new years party to make up for this’ He’d told me, funny it was, how we’d known each other for nearly a year and he was just now wishing to introduce me as someone he was seeing. He wanted to show me off and get approval from his friends who I had yet to find out were members of the mob. I agreed to his proposal, for I always loved a good party.

Quickly that night came, His party  was a wave of people, roaring with intoxicated laughter, dancing as they wished without a care in the world. One may say a party, of the caliber Jonathan would throw them, was extravagant. The type of party people wished to experience at least once in their life. That was my, once, before I'd even known it. How could I have known? Had I known would it have changed anything of the outcome? Perhaps not, because he still would have asked me to dance and I still would have been enchanted by the familiar glint in his eyes and the chaste smile on his lips, I would never decline a dance not from him. So I took his hand, his eyes not glancing away for a second, He merely waved his hand at the musicians and the jazz tune that played, changed to a melodic piano waltz.

I can still hear it- the piano like a ghost lingering in my ear, we were the only one’s left on the dance floor. Do you know what it’s like? Having someone hold you so close in their arms as the world around you seemed to fall away, only to then die in those same arms as he tried to stop the profuse bleeding of your wound, where a bullet had slipped through the flesh of your stomach. I ask again- Do you know what it's like? Have you watched a fair dress become stained from the inside out? Maybe not, maybe you haven’t quite lived an as traumatic life as my own. It wasn’t death itself I had ever been afraid of but rather the aspect of its permanence. Though as screams became muffled as well as the haunting toll of the clock striking twelve, and my eyes drifted from Johnny’s face to the grand ceiling, I couldn’t help but think-- what an  adventure death would bring.

I died that night, adding a star to the inky black sky. I had only wished I'd been able to tell my parents about him, and had been able to tell Johnny of our unborn child that left this world with me.

[sleepypeaky]

amore?

michael gray x italian american male reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of death, scars, you know the drill

request: My gay italian ass self would LOVE a Micheal Gray fic, but like, not sure he would like a guy who's italian after that fucking Luca incident.. and I dont know if you write for mlm..

a/n:  I hope you enjoy! idk why i made it so long but when i get a plot in my head i mean,,,,,

also i always try not to describe the readers features so everyone can be represented and i full mean for that when i say early on that michael sees him as italian. I personally dont look italian besides my nose- somehow the like 2% irish overrided it- so obviously this is a little off but i didnt know where to fix it

1927

Michael sat in his desk chair facing the window.

He was in New York City, he was the head of this branch of the company.

But he still felt like something was missing. Naturally, part of that feeling was from the fact that he had been exiled from his home. But the other was something else, boredom maybe, depression, loneliness. 

He sighed and turned back to his desk, where his meetings planner was open to the days page. 

His first meeting was a clandestine one, booked under a guise of what it really was. It was always intriguing, Michael thought, running a company that was a front. 

What he knew of this client was they were attached to one of the city’s hundreds of speakeasies, what these prohibition inhibited Americans called their secret pubs. And he assumed the client was coming to purchase some quality booze from the Shelby Company Limited.

What he he didn’t expect was who they were going to send. 

Normally the heads of the pubs sent someone to broker the deal in their place, a tall weasel faced man usually, who reeked of alcohol from every pore. 

Instead, when his secretary opened the door, an incredibly striking Italian lad strode through.

-

You weren’t expecting to see a man like that behind the desk. You figured it’d be some slimy old guy getting rich off of the illegal cash. Not a charming and incredibly handsome British boy.

-

“Uh hi, I’m Michael, Michael Gray.” He held his hand out to you and you shook it.

“I’m (y/n) (l/n).”

 He offered you a seat. 

“You’re not from around here are you?” You said.

He chuckled, “What gave it away?”

The deal was done in barely a half hour. But somehow you both found yourselves at lunch. 

“So how did you find yourself in, well, this line of work?” Michael asked.

“Well it’s pretty simple, there’s always work for people who don’t mind taking risks.” Michael smiled at that. You continued, 

“but I could ask you the same question.”

“Well lets say that this is one of the less illegal ventures of my family. And as you put it, risks are lucrative.”

“Ill cheers to that.” You smiled and raised a glass.

-

The lunches happened again, and then again.

Soon you were meeting daily, making up further excuses for getting to know each other.

-

“My family is, well, its complicated...” Michael chuckled one day as you were at lunch.

You smirked, “Michael, i’m Italian. My family is fucking nuts, trust me, your’s is no worse than mine.”

With people who had said that to Michael in the past he had laughed along and said sure, he was sure you meant it. Probably not in the same way, but he was in no position to argue.

“I might work in the illegal pub world, but some of my family is fucking nuts,”  You began. “My parents are fine, they came over from Italy before the war and brought my grandma, who i’m convinced my grandma used to be a spy or something in Italy. At least 3 of my cousins are working for the mob. It easy work for us, we’re all connected to one family or another between here and the old country.” You noticed a dark look on Michael’s face, a typical reaction “Dont worry, not the big guys like the Black hand, we don’t mix with Sicilians, they think they’re better because they live on an island.”

You went on for a bit more, just basic family outlining. And then it was his turn.

Michael went into the abbreviated version of his past (how he was taken and adopted) and the Shelby’s endeavors- the betting to drugs, smuggling, alcohol. Eventually he got up to the Changretta execution and John.

“John was killed by the Black hand in December ‘25.” 

“Stronzi, I’m sorry.” You cursed. 

He rubbed his right shoulder, “Yeah, after that my cousins decided to take down the boss, unfortunately I made some stupid decisions that could have ruined the plan and ended up exiled here.”

He took a weak bite of food. You tried to lighten the mood.

“Well, you weren’t kidding when you said you’re family was complicated.” 

You both laughed.

Shortly after this lunch you were both walking back to his office when a group of black clad men passed by on the street. They passed by without issue, but you saw that Michael paled and clenched his jaw. They were blatantly Black Hand. You saw he was rubbing his right shoulder again, nd you now figured it was a nervous habit. You endeavored to take his mind off it and started a new conversation.

-

About a month following this, you had brought Michael to the bar where you worked. You danced to the jazz and drank heavily, both getting caught in the energy of the decade. 

You ended up back at his office, now the only ones there, and he cracked open a hidden bottle of Shelby malt. 

Now both of you were on several glasses of liquor from the night, you found yourself floating in and out of conscious perception. Though you came to, suddenly, when you realized your lips were quite incriminatingly interlocked with Michael’s. 

Your inhibitions lowered, you continued gladly. And before anything progressed you both passed out drunk on his office floor.

-

You didn’t talk to him the next day. Mostly because your hangover was so severe you thought you would have permanent brain damage, but also because you were not sure how to proceed.

It would be easy to pretend like nothing had ever happened. To blame it on the booze, or just claim you didn’t have any recollection of the night. That was also gnawing at you, what if Michael didn’t remember?

It would be easy to just move past it, but did you want that?

-

Michael still felt the slight pressure in his head after 2 days. He rubbed his eyes and put the cigarette back to his lips. He was sitting in his apartment contemplating. He knew what he wanted, but did he want to risk it.

The door buzzer rang as he stumped the cigarette out. Who was calling at this hour? He took his pistol from the table.

He walked along the passageway to the door, he unlocked it and looked through the crack.

His heart skipped a beat and he released his grip on the gun.

“I got your address from your secretary.” You said. “I hope that’s o–” 

Michael cut you off by pulling you inside and kissing you against the shut door. You gave in to surprise and kissed back, pushing him through the hallway. 

Without breaking you unbuttoned your shirt and let it fall in your path. He broke for a breath of air.

You kissed him again and began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled back quickly to say something, but it was too late. You had already seen them.

Two knotted scars on his right shoulder.

“Michael what-”

“I didn’t want to tell you.” He looked down. “I was scared.”

Still in shock you watched as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. Low on his abdomen were two more scars. 

Suddenly in your mind you connected the signs, talking about john, the Sicilians, and the instinctive rub of his shoulder.

“They shot you too.” You said in a barely audible whisper.

Michael only nodded.

You walked forward and reached a tentative hand out to one on his shoulder. Tears prickled your eyes. You walked around to his back, you hand trailing over the soft skin before finding the exit scars from 3 of the bullets.

Michael turned to face you. 

“I didn’t think you’d ever find out.” 

You nodded.

He put his hand behind your head and guided it back to his. 

-

“What do your parents think?” Michael asked later.

Your head was tucked in the curve of his neck, your arm laying over his bare chest, playing carelessly with the sheet draped over it.

“My dads not really invested around to care, i think he knows but it’s just brushed over. Ma still thinks that maybe if she pushes the right Italian girl at me i’ll change. But honestly?” You laughed. “You’re catholic, she’ll be over the moon.” 

Michael smiled and threaded his fingers through your hand.

“What about you?” You moved back a little to see his face better, “Does anyone know?”

Michael let out a deep breath, the one that normally proceeded any talk referring to his family. 

“There was always so much going on that i didn't have much time to process, much less let anyone else see it. There were girls, i wont lie. That may have thrown them off. Even now, i think there is so much actual bad going on that what i do wouldn't make any of them bat an eye.”

“Is this what you want?”

He looked at you,

“I didn’t know until now.”

You breathed. 

“And?”

“More than anything.”

And he kissed you again.

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[curseofaphrodite]

💄| kinda outta luck

Whats the meaning behind your url name? It's something I've always wanted to ask u <3

It's from one of the first stories I've ever been proud of! It went something like

she felt the way wind swept through her hair, wild and hurried, as if running away from the very storm it came from. leaves, sticks, and all weightless objects were floating through the air, unchecked and without destination. she breathed in, knowing she was in love with all of it. no, not the storm. she was in love with chaos.

alright that looks silly now but it was a phase where i was obsessed with the word chaos and used it everywhere i would! i identify with chaotic academia too so hehe? also, the scandalous came from nowhere, i just thought it'd be a scandal if my other discord friends knew about this tumblr so yup. definitely inspired by that.

WBU, what's the origin story of wrathspoet?

[curseofaphrodite]

👠| diamonds on my wrists

- personal headcanons (5-10) with your fav comfort character. Gimme a small para about yourself too please! Add fun facts, pronouns, and anything you think might be of relevance :) (accepted till 5th Jan)

I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!! 1.5K FOLLOWERS!

Could I ask for headcanons with Regulus Black?

My pronouns are she/her, I love reading and listening to music, I prefer to stay at home than go out, I can be sarcastic most of the time.

hcs under the cut <3

i feel like it'll probably be a enemies to lovers kinda thing.

he'd think you were annoying and you'll think he's stuckup.

but your sarcastic comments ends up making him laugh instead 🙄

and his laugh makes you smile.

so yup, you were both whipped before long.

you'll make the first move, because he's too scared.

when you finally does, he'll be

so

shocked.

he'll go :0 for 10 seconds before saying a shaky yes.

adorable.

dates with him are fun but its the domestic fluff that's pure gold.

he'll read to you when you're exhausted, and he buys you lots and lots of books.

everyone calls you beauty and the beast and says he "seduced you with his books."

you'll glare at them even though they're just joking.

cause he's a sweetie, you know that.

he composes a song for you too!

he plays it for you every birthday, every holiday and anytime you fight, just so you know that he's still a bit awkward at the whole dating thing, but he loves you sm.

more than words could ever say, so he uses melodies instead.

[curseofaphrodite]

Ahhhh okay heres my second ask 😁

👠| diamonds on my wrists- personal headcanons

james potter my baby! I'm extroverted, I love discovering new foods and films, and always opening myself up to reading more genres outside my comfort zone. fun facts areee, I've won spelling bees for 7 years straight, allergic to cats but not dogs, did basketball and quit bc I had asthma lol. pronouns are she/her :)

join the celebration!

your personal hcs are below the cut, mwah <3

the main reason he falls for you is because

you

are

so

much

fun.

also cause you're pretty and sweet and kind and he was a lovesick idiot after two seconds of seeing you, but we dont talk about that.

"what do you mean we dont talk about that?" sirius yells from the next room. "thats my wedding toast!"

kjsdl back to james, that boi is never subtle.

which we know.

but thats what surprised you too. cause after crushing over lily, you'd expect him to be blunt about his feelings from the start, right?

wrong.

he had a big plan, and he made you completely shocked on valentines day with elaborate decorations, candies and he even paid Sirius to dress up like eros xx

as if sirius needs money for dressing up, that mf loved it.

dating him includes a lot of screams, whether thats from McGonagall (mostly from her tbh), from him or from you.

like he knows how you love taylor swift so he got you cats.

then realized you're allergic.

so ofc he screamed. (dramatic as always)

then apologized, and made it up to you with a lot of lil kisseys <3

he loves making you laugh, hes so damn proud of it.

especially after fights, you're the first one to give in because of his damn puppy eyes and bad jokes.

but after serious fights, he cant do that with you easily, can he?

so he carries you around wherever you wanna go, purely to see you laugh.

relationship goals *sighs*

[curseofaphrodite]

CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE BESTIE <3

👠| diamonds on my wrists

Comfort Character - Remus Lupin

Pronouns - She/Her

I love reading, listening to music (taylor swift, queen, the beatles etc are some of my favourites), i'm a hopeless romantic, I love winter and autumn, I love wearing big comfy grandpa sweaters, big feminist, i love art (in general and doing it myself, painting, drawing etc) i love going to older looking book stores :)

hcs under the cut <3

pls you'd probably meet him in a bookstore.

he's definitely shy and will not make the first move.

he tries tho, he really tries. he talks to you about books you're reading, as if subtly trying to hint "hey as well as im here, might as well marry you?"

hjsdkj *sighs*

dates with him are very cute. while he doesn't like concerts, he ALWAYS gets taylor swift tickets for you.

ALWAYS.

he'll aggressively buy them because he wants to be the best boyfriend ever <3

duh he's a feminist too. he'll love how you're passionate about activism. he helps you any way he can and you help him with his protests and campaigns too 🥺

he buys you sweaters every month, sort of like an unspoken tradition.

but ofc, your fav sweaters are his <3

[curseofaphrodite]

👠| diamonds on my wrists

my comfort character is regulus black! i love to read tragic romance! something about something so beautiful and special turning into something ruined so fast is so appealing to me. my pronouns are she/they, i try to wear things that are as gender neutral as possible but i can’t help myself from being a bit feminine (or masculine on extremely rare occasions) every now and then. i’m really sensitive and i take things to heart but i always pretend as if i didn’t get affected, but you’ll notice my mood change.

personal hcs under the cut! <3

okay so regulus is literally so gentle with you. he loves you a lot and wants to be a better version of himself in every way.

all because of you <3

he never loses his temper, and seeing you instantly makes him calm down!

his love language is definitely words of affirmation. he'll tell you you're perfect the way you are.

because you are.

duh

he'll give you forehead kisses when you're happy or sad or overwhelmed!

mostly because it cheers you up.

but mainly because he likes giving forehead kisseys 🥺

he'll draw stars on your palms, because its so relaxing to him. *sobs*

he never goes to sleep without you by his side, and he always make sure to let you know how lucky he is to have you!

you teach him muggle things, all of which he learns with awe.

but whatever the object is, you're still the one who awes him the most <3

[curseofaphrodite]

NOT ME FORGETTING TO SPAM YOUR CELEBRATION I-

okay okay i hope i'm not too late but

💃🏻 | money, power, glory — would you rather sleep with wolfstar or the marauders BUT peter has to watch HWHAHAHAHHA GOOD LUCK BESTIE😭😚

JKJDKSJ okay the answer is none of the above because I'm asexual.

*runs away with peter through the side door*

[curseofaphrodite]

HIIII FIRST OFF CONGRATS AGAIN FOR GETTING 1.5K <3

May I please get

👠| diamonds on my wrists —personal headcanons (5-10) with your fav comfort character.

For a little paragraph about me, huh kay I've no idea what I'm writing so I'm an ISFP, Slytherin, and a Scorpio. My pronouns is she/her. I'm 5'4 and my friends would just call me an annoying little pest ✋🏻 I'm 19 (and I never fucking learned how to read!1!) Love the beach but hates the sea bcs we literally don't know what's in there. I'm not really loud, unless it's with the people that I'm close with ( but when I do it's really bloody loud so there's that). I LOVE HORROR MOVIES✨ I like to sit and just watch the rain while Taylor's Folklore is on shuffle at the background, but then night came and the playlist would be Reputation and other bangers song bc ✨personal concert ✨. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. And my comfort character is my dear Moony<3

THANKS ASTORIA, sending lots of love and hugs to u!

join the celebration!

your personal headcanons are below the cut, hope you like it mwah. got a bit longer shdjkf <3

first up, can I say how perfect the two of you are? like your traits are what he needs and his traits are your missing puzzle pieces.

dont get it? ill explain.

imagine you go camping with the marauders. its early morning, you're up and watching the sunrise with remus, who'd rather sleep but was there only cause of you.

and he ends up NOT regretting it because omg the sight was so breath-taking?? and so were you??

and when you work too hard or run too fast and exhaust your energy by being you 24/7, he's the one you reminds you to rest.

by remind I mean he forces you to rest.

by force I mean he picks you up and lays you on the bed, all the while you're screaming and blushing.

see? perfect for each other.

he likes hugging you from behind, cause you're his own teddy bear.

will not get jealous easily, but when he does it's mostly insecurities.

like, I know he's not dramatic as sirius but at times he WILL put a whole damn show.

when a random dude smiled at you, he went through a full speech of "I know I'm not good enough for you, and if you wanna pick him, do it, I won't be mad..."

(goes on like that for a while until you get bored and switches on the TV)

he'll come to his senses soon enough. what follows are apology cuddles!

but if he gets jealous during that time of the month, he'll get really possessive. 😩

okay and get this, one day you asked him over for movie night.

he thought it was a sweet little rom com. (you forgot to mention it was horror)

when it started, it showed some people camping. He was digging in popcorn when the murders started and he went "wait wtf, scorpi which movie is this?"

you blinked innocently. "are you scared?"

"no!"

he's scared.

you hug him close when it gets too much, which he appreciates. also cause when you hug him, he can close his eyes and not watch anything for a while.

clever mf.

yall would live like a fluffy taylor song.

sweaters, forehead kisses, whining when he doesn't get your attention, you get all of it.

happy fooking couple

*cries*

invite me to the wedding pls.

[curseofaphrodite]

🍸 | off to the races

- come get your oddly specific aesthetic + a disney song rec.

oddly specific aesthetic / scenario: pacing through a forest, carrying a dangerous piece of knowledge. any would kill to know what it is, but you intend to keep it a secret and carry out the quest your own way. for once, you won't slay the dragon, you'll be one.

disney song:

join the celebration

[curseofaphrodite]

hi hello it’s me again <33

CONGRATS AGAIN!! IT’S SO WELL DESERVED <33

could i please get 👠? :)

as for facts about me:

my name is tessa, my pronouns are she/her (experimenting with she/they, but not sure if i lije it yet). i’m from buckinghamshire county, uk. i’m 161 cm (that’s 5’3, i think :]) and i’m an infp-e. i love rock climbing, hanging out with friends, and overall just making everyone around me happy. i’m aroace. for me this means that i feel little to no romantic attraction and no sexual attraction at all. my love language is touch, and thus i love physical touch (resting heads on shoulders, hugs, platonic cuddles etc), but only with certain people (mostly my close friends kajskksk). my favourite music genres are all sorts of rock and indie music, speaking of music, i listen to music 25/8. therefore, my most treasured item is my record player. my comfort character is regulus black <33

thank you!!!

hcs under the cut <3

regulus is someone who is so refined and elegant right?

wrong.

you once came across him listening to rock music, which is how you became friends in the first place.

you talk about the bands you love, and he's like "YESS they like this band too? omg a new bestie"

outside he's like "nice to meet you! :D"

inside he's "OMG YES BESTIE WE'RE GOING STRAWBERRY PICKING"

khsjhd you get what I mean. he's always super glad when he gets a new friend.

he loves trying to make nicknames out of your already-small name.

"tess! tessy! tesst! t? HEY T!"

its fun to see him much more relaxed around you.

he makes sure you're not overworking. and if you are, he'll shake his head very disappointedly and help you with whatever you're doing.

because let's be real, he's not a huge fan of sleeping on time either.

he shows you how to play the piano and you show him how to live a little.

by that I mean yup you teach him rock climbing.

you had to hear thousands of "IM GONNA DIEEEE" but he grasped the concept quick enough.

stargazing, shopping and concerts are yes yes and yes!

[curseofaphrodite]

🍻 | diet mountain dew

For this?

the sexual tension was off the charts. love a fun banter yes i do. the ending had me laughing. it was such a creative idea too btw, you deserve a crown 👑

short and spicy, hell yes.

[curseofaphrodite]

🍻 | diet mountain dew

before we come to editing, a lil review of part 1?

ELITE GROUP!!

okay so maybe try giving the body text a lighter color? its not contrasting well, i think.

see this looks as if i dimmed my screen light. hope that helps :)

okay so for the fic, this is obviously a royal!au and i LOVE how your writing instantly adapted to that?? like omg it felt like i was actually reading historical fiction. i forgot how good your writing was. 💓

i love this sketch of regulus. you gave him all the royal elements WHILE preserving his original HP self and thats like super hard to do. but you did it anyway so 10/10 on that.

Be murderous for a moment

i love that line sm idky hwhkjewf

And i adore how it ended on a suspense note! great job hon <3

[curseofaphrodite]

I'm soo happy for you Sis could I get 🍻 your review for #1

And #2?

HEYY! okay so i love them both but the first one is definitely my favorite. it was short and sweet and captured Sirius's characteristics well!

I do have some helpful suggestions for you!

use line breaks and paragraph breaks. use it especially when someone says a dialogue. example:

"Stop throwing snowballs at me, I'll light your hair on fire!" you said defensively. Sirius had a mischievous smirk on his face. "You'll never do that. You love me and my hair too much."

that ^ looks better than the one below.

"Stop throwing snowballs at me, I'll light your hair on fire!" you said defensively. Sirius had a mischievous smirk on his face. "You'll never do that. You love me and my hair too much."

in that one, you can't see who is saying what and the reader will be confused. so there you go, use line breaks for smoother writing!

moreover, having no line breaks will make your fic look like a block of text.

see how the second one looks tidier^

for other small things like capitalization, spelling errors etc, just copy-paste your fic and check it here! its a lot less hassle!

those are just the major things I wanted to point out. I hope these are helpful love <3