#Annie Crook

[crumb4]

another Annie comic. This time she has company

[britanniabay]

Gatcombe 2010

Courtesy of Chris Depledge

[ofgentleresolve]

◈ what form would your daemon take?

AERI.

A WILD CAT. Your daemon would take the form of a wild cat! Those who have wild cat daemons are proud and confident people who radiate strength. They aren't necessarily the most talkative, but they have the largest presence in the room wherever they go. As natural leaders, the companions of these individuals know it's their way or the highway.

A LION. Your daemon would take the form of a lion! You are an authoritative and courageous individual who has a large sense of dignity. More so than others with wild cat daemons, those with lions are drawn towards leading causes and have a natural brash and self-assured nature. They are proud and just people, whose confidence makes their tempers flare when challenged.

ANNIE.

A MARSUPIAL. Your daemon would take the form of a marsupial! Those who have marsupial daemons are protective and giving people who typically have an unusual or quirky perspective on life. They are creative individuals good at inspiring their loved ones, notably quiet until something riles them up.

A PYGMY POSSUM. Your daemon would take the form of a pygmy possum! You are a sensitive but determined individual whose anxiety tempers their sense of curiosity. More so than others with marsupial daemons, those with pygmy possums are timid and passive, however also empathetic and very accepting of others. They enjoy planning ahead and are surprisingly hard-working and resourceful people.

FELICITY.

A MUSTELID. Your daemon would take the form of a mustelid! Those who have weasel daemons are sneaky and inquisitive people who don't take no for an answer when there's something they want. They aren't afraid of breaking rules to get to where they want and are naturally subtle and cheeky individuals.

A TAYRA. Your daemon would take the form of a tayra! You are a private and proactive individual who shies away from confrontation. More so than others with weasel daemons, those with tayras are patient people, willing to focus on the task at hand and endure to get things done. They're ambitious and opportunistic but without the competitive edge; they prefer to be communicative and ensure things go smoothly.

tagged by: @uroborosymphony i have....SO MANY thoughts here :'D /  tagging:  @wellfell @thegreenswillcome ( jay!! ) @eclavigne @interxstitial @pararennial @moonspower @irrwicht ( adam!! ) and you!! steal it from me PLS <3 &lt;3 <3

[forlix]

𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞・b.c.

— incurable playboy turned doting boyfriend was a character development arc nobody saw coming for christopher bang, including (especially) his frat brothers.

words・2.8k pairing・frat president!chris x gn!reader genres・fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, college!au, fuckboy!chris, boys being boys, kissing, implied sex so mdni warnings・substance use, talk of past heartbreak

a/n・here is "nobody believes you're dating" w/chan, requested by none other than my @rachalixie for my 2k event !! anny, i hope u love this fic as much as i love u; thank you for allowing me to write something so self-indulgent <3

In the deafening throes of one of Phi Mu Alpha’s spring kickbacks, Minho finds Jeongin and Seungmin standing in motionless silence by the kitchen counter. Both boys are gaping at something with an intensity that dips egregiously into the realm of creepy. He moves to pour himself a shot.

“What the fuck are you people looking at?”

Seungmin prods a pointer finger in the relevant direction. It takes a few seconds of scanning the scene for Minho to find what he’s referring to. He digs a knuckle into his eye, instantly confused by what he’s seeing. Maybe the gaping is justified.

The windows and doors have all been thrown open to invite the balmy April weather into the foyer of the frathouse. There’s a large crowd of people huddled around a long, foldable table stationed before the stairs; Jaehyun clutches a ping-pong ball between his fingers, singular eye squinted shut as he takes aim. The number of remaining solo cups dwindles rapidly, as does the players’ sobriety.

Something—someone—is missing.

Not to say “beer pong virtuoso” was one of the reasons Chris was elected frat president, but you’d think the guy had a career path in basketball with how he’s given the entire Greek life community alcohol poisoning by courtesy of two or three plastic balls alone. Minho has never known him to miss a shot, let alone miss out on a game.

Today, however, the reigning champion is only spectating, seated above the ongoing match on one of the steps of the main staircase.

A beautiful stranger is sitting beside him, cheek pressed to his shoulder as you peer at the match through the bannister.

You say something inaudible. The laugh it earns from Chris is bright enough to pick up from a few streets down. He leans in to murmur something in return, and you slide your hand over his nape to pull his mouth onto yours, light blush crawling up and over your ears. The way Chris melts into you can only be described as familiar, his eyes slowly fluttering shut, finger hooking delicately beneath your chin, grin going lopsided as your lips part—

“That’s enough,” Minho hisses, tearing his eyes away with considerable effort. “Aren’t you ashamed? Just fucking ogling.”

Jeongin shakes his head, grinning. “It’s dinner and a show. We’d be idiots not to.”

By dinner, he must mean the gallon of chocolate milk he’s been drinking from for the last hour. He now holds out said gallon with the intent to cheers. Seungmin picks up the entire handle and does the same.

Minho sighs, clinks his glass against theirs, and they throw back their respective refreshments in unison.

“Anywho.” Jeongin swipes the back of his hand over his mouth before going on. “You guys know who that is?”

Minho resurfaces with a wince, relishing in the bitter aftermath, then motions for Seungmin to give the bottle back straightaway. He arrived to the function late and he’s not nearly as drunk as he’d like to be.

Seungmin obliges Minho only after another heady swig. “No clue. Probably just another fling, no?”

“Mmm,” Jeongin hums in assent. “It’s Chris we’re talking about, after all.”

"Agreed. Case closed.”

There’s an air of finality in Seungmin’s voice—but Minho isn’t so sure.

Perhaps because he has never noticed that Chris had dimples until now; or because you fold so naturally into Chris' side after your kiss ends, head nuzzling against the crook of his neck and hand seeking out his to hold in your lap; or, most likely, because Chris' eyes seem to return to you when he looks at you, as if his gaze drifting anywhere else is but a momentary departure from where it really belongs. As if he comes home every time you come into his line of vision.

Whatever the reason, the idea coalesces in Minho’s mind, even as inebriation begins to fall over his cognitive faculties like a curtain, that the boys have got it wrong.

Jeongin utters his name, jolting him out of his trance. There’s another shot lifted halfway to Minho’s lips that hasn’t budged in minutes. “Whatcha thinking about?”

Minho looks at Jeongin first, Seungmin next, then back at Chris and his stunning companion. He’s not inclined to answer the question in full, but he can in truth. A coy smile crosses his face.

“Threesome?”

Jeongin laughs hard enough to collapse onto the kitchen island. Seungmin drags a hand down his face. “Come on, man.”

In the corner of his eye, you’ve gone back to kissing again, slow and sweet and secretive. Chris' gentle hold on your jaw shields you from view but fails to hide his lovesick smile. Dimly, Minho thinks that maybe his friend has met his match.

Then, he takes four shots in rapid succession—and stops thinking altogether.

Christopher Bang’s love life is like a horror movie and romcom spliced together: a fiasco of a film to which his housemates have front row seats.

The frat’s upperclassmen live in sets of four-bed, two-bath suites comprising a small common space with a kitchen and a sitting area, sandwiched by bedrooms on either side. It is in that common space that Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung often see or hear Chris stumbling home after a night out, entangled with a different attractive stranger every time—so often, in fact, that they’ve come to believe that he’s deathly allergic to anything bigger than a one-and-done hookup.

They can’t judge. In part because they’d be throwing stones from glass houses, but also because the man’s penchant for empty physicality is far from unfounded. His past self gave pieces of his heart to the wrong people, contracted first-degree burns from the guileless warmth he sought out. Now, his version of “intimacy” is less a connotation of closeness than it is a self-contradiction, for it should be impossible for so much distance to remain between two people in a single bed.

Chris hasn’t vocalized any of this. Nor have his housemates discussed it with each other. The knowledge simply exists in the air between the four of them like something akin to taboo, dipping in and out of acknowledgement depending on the circumstance.

This might be the circumstance of all time.

At around 11:40 A.M. on a Saturday, three doors in the suite open at once. Hyunjin and Changbin aren’t coincidence—the latter is coercing the former to go to the gym again—but they lift their eyes to the opposite side of the living room, and the slice of milk bread dangling from Hyunjin’s lips very nearly takes a fatal fall. Changbin manages to snatch it up with an extended hand.

Chris has just emerged from his room as well. Your silhouette follows close behind, your mouth stretching into a yawn as you massage the sleep from your eyes. You’re sporting a mesh green sweater identical to one Chris owns. They find Chris' accessories more interesting than his clothes, though: two hickeys peeking out from beneath his jaw and the base of his neck.

Chris sees Hyunjin and Changbin right away, and his expression goes utterly blank, not unlike their faces as they watch you close his door meticulously. You turn around and gasp.

The four of you stare at each other for what feels like multiple business days. At least, Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chris stare at each other; your eyes dart between the men on the other side of the room and the man next to you, silently pleading for him to say something. He does not for a long while.

Then, he lunges for one of the throw pillows on the couch and flings it at Hyunjin like a shot put. It ricochets off his chest and lands on the floor rather anticlimactically.

“Distraction!” Chris yells anyways, grabbing your hand and tearing towards the exit, wild grin on his face. “Go, go, go!”

Your raucous laughter lingers even after you’ve been hauled away, accompanied by an unintelligible, breathless shout of something along the lines of my toothbrush—and then the front door clicks shut, and there are two.

Changbin and Hyunjin lock eyes, struggling to process what just happened. Hyunjin is the first to move, wandering hesitantly into the bathroom that Chris and Jisung share. Nothing about the place looks out of the ordinary.

“Well, shit,” Hyunjin says out loud.

That is, aside from the two toothbrushes slotted in the holder on Chris' side of the counter.

Something moves in the bathroom window, catching his attention. Hyunjin looks over just in time to spot you and Chris dart out onto the lawn two floors below. Chris has his arm draped over your shoulders, yours wrapped around his waist. Your smile is discernible all the way from here, and Hyunjin sees a perfect mirror of it on his friend’s face when Chris glances at the frathouse over his shoulder. 

Has he always had dimples?

Moments later, Changbin joins him in peering out the window. A high-pitched cackle erupts from the older boy’s lips. “Look at that idiot.”

Standing off to the left is a tiny, astonished Han Jisung, his arms full of groceries, jaw sitting squarely the grass and whites of his eyes on full display as he watches you and Chris stroll away.

Hyunjin laughs with his whole fucking body. Changbin whips out his phone and takes a picture.

When you finally breach the topic, it’s because you don’t think you can physically study for another minute—but also because, after multiple long months of fruitless sparring, your curiosity finally wins.

Your boyfriend is seated in your desk chair, feet kicked up onto your mattress with his laptop propped up on his thighs. His features have rearranged themselves into an expression of intense focus as he pores over his production homework. You can hear music blaring through his headphones from all the way here.

You uncross your legs from below you, scootch across your bed, and lift your hands to cradle his cheeks. He startles as if coming out of a trance, then begins to smile when he reads the words hi, Channie off your lips.

His headphones fall around his neck. He sets his laptop down onto your desk with a dull thunk. The next thing to drop is you when Chris seizes you by the waist and tackles you into the mattress. The somber atmosphere of your study session is shattered by your muted laughter and Chris pressing his lips to every inch of your exposed skin he can. He saves your mouth for last.

“Hey, beautiful,” he answers, but only after kissing the living daylights out of you, the syllables soft and silky with adoration. “Missed me?”

You drag your eyes from his brown irises with blown pupils to his sloping nose, from his disheveled dark locks to his cordate lips, so plush and warm against your own that you swear you still feel them there. You brush a hand over the back of his neck, your head now spinning so badly that you barely remember what you wanted to ask him.

“Always,” you say. “I was starting to feel jealous of your homework.”

He chuckles. “Shit, I’ll drop out of college right now, baby. Just say the word.”

“You’re perfect,” you hum.

“Says you,” he murmurs, nudging the tip of his nose against yours.

Your lips find each other’s again—needless to say, your study sessions aren’t known for their productivity. Some time passes before you come up for air. Even afterwards, Chris doesn’t let you go far, pulling you into his chest by the curve of your waist, nuzzling his cheek into your hairline. You only need to whisper for him to hear your question.

“Can I ask you something?”

“'Course,” he returns, and you’re close enough to sense him tighten with apprehension. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry.” You print a kiss to the side of his neck for extra reassurance. “It’s just…I’ve been meaning to ask how your friends feel about me.”

He tightens with something else now: surprise, you’re guessing; you’re hoping. You hadn’t seriously considered that the answer could be negative, but it’s dawning on you now that the possibility of that isn’t zero.

“Where’s this coming from?” Chris inquires, his tone opaque.

You hesitate, mentally reviewing your interactions with your boyfriend’s social circle. Hyunjin and Jisung can’t make eye contact with you when they speak to you. Minho does nothing but make eye contact with you whether he’s speaking to you or not. Jeongin and Seungmin can maintain small talk for about ten seconds before they start looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. Changbin is the only one you’ve held a conversation with, and only because you were going up the same stairs at the same time and the alternative would have been mind-numbing silence.

What is the best way for you to say this?

“Well,” you begin, “I can’t help but notice that they act a little—when I’m around, they’re a bit, uh—”

“—crazy,” Chris offers. “Completely fucking bat-shit crazy.”

“Yes. Exactly that.”

Chris threads a hand through your hair, the comforting gesture doing nothing to assuage your worry. It seems there’s some truth behind your impressions. Your next words are tinged with a quiet sadness.

“I’m not imagining things, then?”

“No, angel,” he sighs. “But not for the reasons you think.”

A beat passes. Chris perceives your silence as a chance to backtrack, to opt out of this conversation if it’s one he’s not ready for. He would’ve leapt at the opportunity once.

But he realizes in that moment, with your voice gentle against his ears and your touch so doting upon his skin, how much has changed since he met you: from the color of the sky to the word home and everything in between, including his cynicism towards love and all the iterations of forever it holds. 

With that epiphany comes another, then another: he wants you to know why his friends are acting insane, wants you to know about him and his past and all the wounds of his you never know you healed, wants you to spend the rest of this forever with him.

His pointer finger dusts beneath your chin, a wordless request for you to look at him, and he nearly liquifies when you do and he finds entire constellations in your eyes. 

“It’s a lot,” he mumbles, though he suspects you know that already; he suspects you know about the other stuff, too. 

You bring your hand to the side of his face, bring your forehead to rest upon his. Your closeness washes over him like a low summer tide lapping over sandy shores, a soothing balm spreading over scorched flesh. 

“It’s you,” you breathe. “I will love it just the same.”

Chris' held breath comes out in shudders.

So this is warmth.

Minho and Felix are watching anime on the couch when a knock comes at their door, unfortunately during a pivotal moment of a pivotal episode. 

Minho hits pause with a ghastly groan. Felix laughs and rises to his feet, dashing into his room to grab the two silver necklaces he’ll be loaning out for the evening. “Coming!”

Outside, Chris is standing alone, hips and thighs accentuated by a pair of tight-fitting dress pants, sculpted chest and collarbones framed by a thin, cream-colored shirt with the top three buttons undone. Most of his hair has been pushed off his forehead, leaving a few locks free to fall over his right eyebrow. He’s rolling up his sleeves when Felix opens the door, veined forearms flexing as a result of the effort.

“Well?” He asks. Minho cranes his neck to look past Felix.

Both boys start to holler and whistle like excited macaques.

“What in the Calvin Klein is this?” Felix shouts, spinning Chris around by the shoulders. “You look insane, bro. Holy fuck.”

“What’s the occasion, young man?” Minho inadvertently sounds like a gruff uncle. “Where are you going dressed like that, huh?”

Chris' laugh comes easier nowadays. What’s more, it comes in a way that reaches the rest of him, that ends in a tiny, high squeak that you really have to look for in order to hear.

Felix and Minho can't help but replicate his smile. Those clothes look good on him, yes—but happiness looks better.

“You guys are silly,” Chris giggles. Dimples indent his cheeks as he accepts the necklaces from Felix. “Thanks, man. I’ll give ‘em back tomorrow.”

“No rush,” Felix replies, grinning. “Have fun, yeah?”

“We will.” Chris starts to retreat down the hallway, hands moving to clasp the jewelry around his neck, but not before he blows the both of them a kiss.

“Be back before ten!” Minho hollers; Chris laughs again, turns a corner, and disappears.

Felix closes the door. His smile falters fast. Minho has brought his face mere centimeters away, his expression thoroughly humorless.

“Tell me only the truth, Lee Yongbok,” he deadpans.

“O-okay—”

“Is Chris in a relationship?”

“—oh.” Felix frowns. “Well, yeah.”

Minho blanches. “How—how long?”

“One year, give or take? Anniversary’s today.”

Minho is stunned. Felix is stunned that Minho is stunned.

© 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐱 (est. 090323) · liked this work? please consider reblogging, commenting, or sending me an ask to let me know; or, read my other writing here. thanks so much for the support ♡

[bohemianblasphemy]

Hello, could please request Billy Butcher x reader, where the reader is thigh riding him in the office, thinking that everyone has gone, but Hughie or someone ends up coming back and the reader and Billy get caught in the act?? (I sooo want to thigh ride him so bad 😍🥵)

i’ve been waiting for this one! ✨

the office at night was quiet. the other five members of the group had left for the evening, spending time to relax from the troubles of the office space- which left Butcher and yourself alone.

you had been teasing him all day, you had decided to come into the office wearing a skirt - it hugged your curves and showed off juuust the right amount of skin, you looked absolutely stunning and butcher was fuming; not being about to touch you that whole day drove him absolutely insane.

you had finally finished your last bit of research and decide to shut down you computer. you stand up from your desk and walk over to butcher, hiking your skirt up your thighs just a little. “i’m gonna go now Billy, i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” you said, about to turn around to leave but he grabs your hand to stop you in your tracks. he looked at you, turning his chair around to bring his legs out from under the desk. “ nup, you ain’t goin’ anywhere.” he smirked, looking at you. you smiled down at him, knowing that he had something planned for you both. “what do you mean butcher?” you asked coyly and he scoffs. “don’t giv’ me that, you know exactly what i’m talkin’ about… that fuckin’ skirt.” you smirk at him “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he reaches out for your hips, pulling you closer to him; his calloused hands run up your thighs, hiking your skirt up to expose your underwear. “you have been teasing me with this thing all fuckin’ day…” he turns himself once more in his seat, this time lining his leg up between yours and pulls you forward until you’re lined up with the middle of his thigh. “go on, sit right ‘ere.” he pats his thick, jean clad thigh and looks up and down at your body. you smile sweetly, pushing your underwear to the side before placing yourself on his thigh.

your hands reach his shoulders to support yourself, before rocking yourself back and forth agonisingly slow on his leg. you whimper at the friction and look at him, butcher is watching you intently “ c’mon love, you gotta give me a lil’ more than that…” his hands reach down for your hips, now in control of the speed of you riding. you gasp at the sudden intensity of pleasure going through your body, moaning butchers name. his mouth widens into a grin “ atta girl…” butchers leans forward to kiss you; your tongues dance around each other while your hips grind harder into his leg.

“s-shit i’m almost there…” you groan, putting your face into the crook of his neck. “c’mon baby, cum on my thigh…” he encourages, and you continue to moan louder until the office door flies open and Hughie appears in the doorway. “ hey sorry i forgot my lapto- oh fuck!” hughie throws his hand up to cover his eyes. he tries to navigate his way to his desk without his sight, “do you guys really need to do this here?” he questions, using his other hand to feel around his desk for his laptop. “mate, can you just shut up and leave?” Butcher retaliates, aggravated that you were both interrupted. after a couple of attempts to feel around he finally picks up his laptop. “ok ok i’m leaving… have fun?” “just leave!” Billy complains, before hughie finds his way to the front door.

you start to giggle, finding the situation funny and butcher rolls his eyes “ he better not tell Annie that or he ain’t gonna hear the end of it.” he says with a scowl on his face. “c’mon butcher… besides, we aren’t done yet.” you whisper in his ear, his mouth turns up into a smirk and places his hands back onto your hips, ready to continue…

[masonmontz]

hello :) everyone agrees that mason is a girl dad, right?

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

dad!mase, fluff word count: 1,2k

it was inspired by a tiktok i saw a few days ago, but i couldn't find the link for you :(

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“Good morning sleeping beauty.” You picked Annie up when she appeared in the kitchen, she clung to you, still sleepy. “Did you sleep well?” 

“Yes mummy.” She yawned, and you smiled at her messy hair, the same color as Mason's. “I'm hungry.” 

You sat her down on the chair, and you were drinking tea and reading a book, like you used to do almost every morning while Annie was still sleeping and Mason had already left for training. 

“Do you want eggs? Or bread?” You asked her, and she spent a few seconds thinking. 

“Eggs.” 

Annie is already four years old and she is the smartest little girl you'd ever seen. She is identical to Mason, the eyes, the mouth, the hair color and they even had a birthmark in the same place.

Mason is completely in love with her, she is the sparkle in his eyes. His little girl. 

You had a little chat with Annie for a bit while you made her breakfast, and she loved to talk, even when she didn't know all the words yet, anyone could communicate with her. 

“What day is it today?” She asked and you looked at her blankly, because Annie still has no idea of ​​days or hours. 

“Today is Saturday, honey. You don't have school today.” You placed the plate with eggs in front of her, sitting next to her in another chair to wait while she ate breakfast.

Her eyes welled up when you told her what day it was. 

“Daddy told me he was going to take me to training with him when Saturday came.” You sighed as you remembered the deal she made with Mason, but she was sleeping so soundly when Mason was changing for training that you didn't want to wake her up to say goodbye to him. The day was cold and it would be bad to take her out of the house to go to Carrington with Mason. 

“Oh, honey, daddy didn't want to wake you up.” You ran your hand over her face, noticing how upset she was that she hadn't gone with him. “It's so cold outside, you and daddy can have a movie afternoon when he gets home.” 

“But he promised he would take me with him to training.” Her voice was shaky and you felt sad for her, you just wanted to comfort your little girl.

“I know, but daddy goes to training almost every day, so he can take it when winter is over, what do you think?” You ran your hand through her hair and left a kiss on her cheek, seeing that she still wasn't convinced and was sad because her daddy didn't take her with him. 

“We can cook together today, what do you think? And then we can watch some movies. Would that cheer you up?” You asked as Annie went back to eating the eggs you made for her, and she nodded, still with a sad look on her face.

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“You're in trouble, Mason Mount.” You told him as soon as you saw him, you were getting out of the shower and Mason came home from training. 

Annie fell asleep after lunch, and she was still sad with Mason, but you knew that the moment he talked to her, she would be happy again, because she is in love with Mason. Annie is a daddy's girl, but she wants your comfort as much as Mason's. But she's still your best friend, and you two usually have girls' day every week, ‘cause that's what best friends do, according to Annie.

You walked up to Mason and he smiled seeing that you were only wearing a towel wrapped around your body, so he pulled you by the waist, leaving a kiss on your lips and then on your neck.

“Hello, gorgeous.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, and Mason looked at you. “What did I do?” 

“You didn't take your daughter to training, and she remembered that today is Saturday.” Mason closed his eyes, disappointed as he remembered the deal with Annie.

“Shit, I actually forgot I said I'd take her, but I'm so nervous about tomorrow's game. Is she disappointed with me?” Mason whimpered when you nodded, and he placed his forehead in the crook of your neck, breathing in your after-shower scent. 

“I tried to talk to her and she pretended she was fine, but I know my girl, she's sad.” You walked to the closet to look for some comfortable clothes and Mason followed you. He had already showered in Carrington, so he just looked for some sweatpants to spend the rest of the day lying around. 

“Is she sleeping?” 

“Yes, she slept a little while ago.” 

“Should we just cuddle until she wakes up?” He asked and you agreed, so you and Mason went down to the living room to find a movie to watch. 

A little over an hour later you heard small footsteps coming down the stairs, and when you looked, Annie was coming down looking sleepy and wearing her warm unicorn pj’s. 

“Hey babe.” You said, but Annie just stared at Mason as she walked quickly to the couch.

“Daddy, you forgot me.” She spoke tearfully, and you felt your heart melt when you saw that she was so sad, thinking that Mason had forgotten about her. “I wanted to go with you to training.” 

Mason pouted, and you could tell he was blaming himself for not taking her.

“No, my love, don't talk like that, daddy will cry.” Mason pulled her into his lap, hugging her as he left a few kisses in her hair. 

“You said you were going to take me with you.” She spoke, still not accepting Mason's apology. She was looking at him with tears in her eyes, and you didn't know who was sadder, her or Mason.

“I know, but it was very cold and daddy didn't want to wake you up.” 

“I wanted to go with you.” She repeated and you smiled, because Mason was suffering at her hands.

“Don't say that, you'll break my heart.” Mason hugged her and looked at you, begging for help, because he didn't want his little girl to be hurt by him.

“Annie, how about we make some popcorn and the three of us can watch a movie together? Daddy is staying with us today.” She nodded, giving a smile and looking at Mason.

“I still want to go with you to training one day.” 

“I promise I'll take you my love, don't worry.” Mason got up from the couch, and the three of you went to the kitchen to make popcorn, which was Annie's favorite.

When Annie went to her room to get her doll, you and Mason hugged in the kitchen, waiting for her to come back.

“I felt like I was going through an endurance test.” You laughed, because you knew Mason was at Annie's mercy. 

“She'll give you trouble when she grows up, and you're so silly, you'll always be in her hands.” 

“I know, and I'm scared.” You kissed him, hearing Annie call you to help her, so Mason stayed in the kitchen to finish making the popcorn while you went to her.

They were your favorite days, and Mason's too, because nothing was more important to him than seeing his girls fine.

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

BABE!!! Arthur seeing how sweet you are with little Jack and kids you meet in town and unconsciously starts drawing how your (yours and his) child would look like in his journal

would they have your eyes or his? he tries both options. a boy who would grow old with his large shoulders or a girl who'd become as sweet as you

HE'S DRAWING EVERYTHING, GIVING THEM NAMES

OMG SAMY!!! I caaaaan't!! He would just dream of it all the time, drawing every possibility, imagining them with his hat on their little head!!

"Honey? What are you drawing?" You asked your lover, eyes full of curiosity and wonder as always when you spotted him scribbling in his journal.

"Oh, uh... Nothin' jus'..."

Arthur's cheeks started turning red, his words mixing together in his low mumble you had grown fond of. He had always been shy about showing his drawings to you, convinced they were bad, that you would make fun of him. However, he grew more comfortable after months of being with you and hearing your praises about it. It had been such a long time since you've seen him this flustered about his sketches...

"It's a... A dream. I guess..."

He slowly opened his journal a bit more, allowing you to see what it was all about. You have to concentrate a bit to understand what you're seeing. It looked like a dozen of portraits of a younger version of you, or a younger version of Arthur. They were from all ages, children and teenagers sharing the space of the pages.

Sometimes, they even looked like they had both of your features merged. Arthur's square jaw and your little nose. Your lips along with his cheeks. The cutest little girl you've ever seen has your haircut, hidden under Arthur's hat, looking way too large for her little head. A teenage boy with the same strong build as Arthur's carries one of your necklaces, this silver locket of yours where you can hide a picture in it.

Next to each portrait, Arthur had written a name.

"Pearl, Annie, Rose, Grace."

"David, Jacob, Charlie, Hosea."

"Are they... Arthur, are they our children?" You asked him in disbelief, the biggest smile on your face, sparkles glimmering in your gaze as you were more and more mesmerized and moved by what he had drawn.

"I mean... I saw how you played with those kids on the street this mornin' and... How you're taking care of Jack at camp. I couldn't stop thinkin' you'd be such a good momma..." He tried to explain himself, rubbing his neck with a sheepish grin, putting charcoal stains all over his neck because he hadn't put down his pencil.

"And you'd be such a good daddy, sweetheart." You answered him, voice laced with affection, your fingers fondly wiping off the stains of his skin, then planting a kiss right there on the crook of his neck. "I'd love to start a family with you."

His face lit up as brightly as a thousand Suns. He looked back at you with pure adoration and wrapped an arm around you to pull you on his lap, placing his journal on your thighs.

"Come on darlin', let's draw 'em together then would ya?" Arthur gently cooed in your ear as his large hand placed the pencil on your smallest one, and gently guided it as both of you brought alive on the paper what your beautiful future could be.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Sleeping in the mansion somewhere else, beside your room, can be a lottery.

You could wake up to...

🐯 Atsushi, in his tiger form, curled around you.

📒 Kunikida, mumbling about being irresponsible sleeper, while tucking you in.

🩺 Yosano taking care of your nails, giving you a hand massage.

🌨️ Junchirou using his ability, making you think, that you are sleeping in a cloud.

👩🏻 Naomi, preparing you a cup of your favorite beverage.

🍵 Kirako gushing over cat videos.

🛏️ Katai, putting his futon around you.

🐄 Kenji carrying you to your room.

🐰 Kyouka, offering you crêpes.

🕵🏻 Ranpo using you as a table for his snacks and a cuddle-pillow at the same time.

👘🗡️ Fukuzawa playing with your hands.

🦀🪢 Dazai plopping down on you, wanting cuddles.

💉 Mori, trying to take your measurements for your new piece of clothes.

🍷 Chuuya hugging you, while complaining to Dazai at the same time.

🌂 Kouyou quietly reading to herself.

🇫🇷 Verlaine letting you use his lap as a pillow.

🎧 Rimbaud using his ability to make sure you stay in a safe and quiet place.

🚩 Flags having a competition, of who can put the most blankets on top of you.

🧥 Akutagawa guarding you. And trying to put your hand on top of his head and get pets.

🔫 Higuchi trying to put accessories on you.

🚬 Hirotsu quietly talking about last big news.

🔪 Gin planning your next together time with Ryunosuke and her.

🩹🧲 Tachihara trying to sneakily hug you.

🍰 Elise drawing you a picture.

💎 Karma quietly thanking you for being the reason why Fyodor spared him.

⭐⭕ Kyuusaku building a pillow fort around you.

🍋 Kajii complaining to the fake scientific videos.

🍛 Oda petting your hair.

💰 Fitzgerald making another list of what to give you as a present.

🦝 Poe writing his next novel, with Karl snuggling with you.

🐋 Melville reading a newspaper.

🐙 Lovecraft making a hammock for you out of his tentacles.

🍇 Steinbeck watching a movie.

☕ In Annie's room, with Lucy discussing Atsushi with Annie.

🪶 Alcott leaving you a cup of coffee.

👒 Mitchell using her ability to make slight wind to keep air cool.

♊ Twain writing his book, discussing it with Huck and Tom.

✝️ Hawthorne going through library books and unintentionally making a book fort around you.

😷 Pushkin eating something, leaving an extra serving for you.

🫖 Goncharov making a whole meal for you.

🐀 Fyodor playing with your hair. Will always happen, if you sleep somewhere else, beside your room.

🦇 Bram trying to quietly ask you, how to use Internet.

🤡 Nikolai snuggling to you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

🃏 Sigma playing cards with himself.

⚔️ Fukuchi enjoying some alcohol.

👧👩👵 Teruko, giving commands to other Hunting Dogs, then putting a blanket over you, as an apology for waking you up.

💧 Jounou using you as a pillow.

🌸 Tetchou trying to feed you, while you are still sleepy. Will cuddle with you as an apology.

⛩️ Taneda playing checkers against himself.

💻 Ango doing some work and downloading something for you to watch/play.

🥷 Tsujimura writing a review about last spy movie she saw.

🕶️ Ayatsuji and his cats snuggling to you.

👻 Mushitarou mumbling about Ranpo and not letting him using you s a snack table.

⌚ André Gide silently guarding the room you are in.

🐉🍎🍏 Shibusawa making a catalog of his ability collection from the basement.

🐈‍⬛ Natsume snuggling with you in a cat form.

🤖 Adam monitoring your breathing and heart rate.

👧🏻 Aya reading mystery novels and trying to guess who is guilty.

🚸 Kousuke, Yuu, Katsumi, Shinji and Sakura playing.

🐅 BEAST! Atsushi, in a tiger form, chuffing and rubbing his head against you.

🥋BEAST! Akutagawa glaring at everyone, who dares to came near you.

🕴️BEAST! Gin doing paperwork.

📖 BEAST! Oda writing his novel.

📝 BEAST! Dazai is trying to plop on you and cuddle before OG! Dazai can.

⛓️ BEAST! Chuuya carrying to your room.

🧑‍⚕️BEAST! Mori trying to keep others far from the room, trying to let you sleep in peace.

👩‍⚕️BEAST! Elise playing with Oda kids.

🌨️👿 BEAST! Kuyoka guarding the room, while staying in the corner.

[ma1dita]

luke castellan really likes to say “where my hug at” as an inside joke between the two of you, but he also just really likes hugs

luke 'where my hug at' castellan

love this dork. with arms like that and a gorgeous smile, it’s not thaaaat cringy

at first it was a joke, because the lingo you learned from being away from camp for most of the year already confused the fuck out of him (like what are these kids talking about eating?) so you had to catch him up

it made you laugh a lot in a way that got him feeling fluttery—and he wants to chase that feeling, so he says it whenever he sees you just to see you smile

truthfully, he just wants a hug. they’re rare between you two since y’all are not super close friends, and you’re not a year-rounder like him, but hey, let the man shoot his shot (no matter how awkward he can be)

you kinda always giggle and tell him he has cooties

he needs to stop asking in public he’s starting to look stupid

it pays off when he bumps into you while you braid Annabeth’s hair and his little sister’s just as awkward sooooo…

he stands in the doorway of cabin 6 with a crooked grin, knocking Annie’s trinkets off her sidetable to mess with her before nodding at you cooly— “where my hug at?”

you snort, continuing your work and Annie’s eyeballs swing back and forth between you two like pingpong balls

“well, aren’t you going to hug him?”

cue awkward shuffling and choked-out laughter when you roll your eyes and get up from the bed to throw your arms around his neck

he doesn’t know where to put his hands, wiping sweat off onto his cargos before they settle onto your waist

your eyes meet and you pinch his cheek.

“i can’t believe it, but i think that counts as rizz, Castellan”

“what?”

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ girlfriend annie leonhart headcanons ੈ✩‧₊˚

- you’re the first person she’s excited to tell good news

- most people wouldn’t believe it but her love language is physical touch, just in smaller ways. ex: brushing hair out of your face, adjusting a necklace/bracelet, a hand on your back when she passes by you, burying her face in the crook of your neck :’)

- an early riser, she’s always up with the sun and doing chores around the house to make your morning easier

- likes to go out for breakfast & coffee together

- her favorite date spot is the aquarium. she likes to be quiet and watch all the fish, occasionally going “that one looks like you”

- a lot of the time her jokes don’t stick and come off as rude but you know they’re meant with love

- doesn’t wear jewelry herself but you got her a cheap ring from the gift shop at the aquarium and she never takes it off (her finger is turning green)

- always waits for you before eating lunch/dinner

- sleeps holding your arm

- hates taking her picture being taken but you got a candid one of her smiling and it’s your favorite picture ever

- would co-parent a dog with you

- would be really nervous to meet your parents, “what if they don’t like me?”

- lastly she WILL curb stomp a bitch for you, she offers all the time. actually curb stomping is probably her love language

[buckysgrace]

Explanations

Closer to My Heart Masterlist

Single dad!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

CW: Unprotected p n v sex, some degradation

Billy calls you out on your attitude.

You were hiding from him. That much was very apparent to him. But he didn’t really know why. He hadn’t done anything to purposefully upset you; he had just stalled in the heat of the moment. But now things were awkward, tense. It seemed like every time your relationship began to move a step forward, it was first forced several feet back. How irritating. 

He’d debated about how to go forward as he downed his first cup of coffee while he prepped Theo’s lunch for the day. He was a creature of habit, always preferring the same thing rather than trying something new. Not that Billy minded. It made grocery shopping easier. 

The past week you had given him the cold shoulder, hellbent on ignoring him despite his best efforts. He didn’t want you to be angry with him or for you to be upset. It had just been a little stumble. 

He sat at the edge of the bed, slowly pulling the blankets off as Theo wrinkled his little nose up. He reached his fists high above his head, pointing his toes towards the sky as he stretched out. Billy chuckled, watching the way he smacked his lips together before he turned onto his tummy.

“Sorry, bubba,” He apologized as he wrapped his arms around his soft tummy and pulled him onto his lap. Theo was like a rag doll, weighing nothing as he laid limply against Billy, “Time to get up.” He replied softly as he carried him towards the door, flicking the light on so they could search for which outfit to wear. 

“Sweepy,” Theo hummed as he rested his head in the crook of Billy’s neck, yawning widely, “Stay here.” He commanded, his eyes still glazed over with sleep as he pointed towards his bed. 

“You have school.” Billy replied with a laugh, pulling out a pair of pants and a shirt that would match. Theo wouldn’t be too picky this morning. 

“No.” He grumbled as he buried his face into Billy’s neck, huffing loudly as his cool nose fell against his skin. 

“I have to work.” He reminded him as he carried him towards the bathroom, chuckling at the way Theo only gripped him tightly. 

“Nah uh.” 

“Uh huh,” He teased softly as he gave his cheek a little kiss, “C’mon. We have a busy day ahead of us.” He told him honestly, beginning to get him dressed for the rest of the day. He looked cute with his little haircut, his hair no longer as messy as before. But Billy had promised himself that he’d no longer leave his gum out after that. 

“Daddy?” Theo asked once he was in his carseat, his little feet bobbing along with the music as he snacked on his leftover banana pieces. 

“Hm?” He glanced back towards him, turning the music down a little bit so he could hear him better. Once he was awake, he was certainly talkative in the mornings. He got that from Annie. 

“Why do spidews have so many legs?” Theo asked as he pushed another piece of banana into his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows together as he tapped his shoes together happily. 

“Uh,” He paused as he rubbed at his eyes while they sat at a red light, “I don’t know. I guess to catch bugs.” He replied, not sure how he was supposed to answer that. His own father would’ve told him to hush and finish his food. 

“Yucky,” He glanced up, watching the way Theo wrinkled his nose up, “Why they eat bugs?” He asked once again, making Billy raise his eyebrows in surprise. 

“I guess it tastes yummy to them.” He shrugged his shoulders, sure that there was some scientific reasoning that he didn’t have. He nodded his head along, seemingly happy with that answer for a moment. 

“Daddy,” Theo sighed deeply as he started again, “You know 100 is the biggest numbew?” He asked him, giggling happily at his little revelation. Billy grinned. 

“Bubba?”

“Mhm.” Theo nodded, turning away from the window to meet his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Did you know there’s a 101?” He asked him, a small smile forming on his lips at the way Theo’s blue eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 

“Huh?” He asked, his voice shrill as his little feet came to a slow stop, “No way!” He said in protest, gaping as he held his little palms into the air. 

“And there’s a 200.” He added a second later as made a turn at the familiar stop light. Billy hated dropping him off. He had never been a fan of leaving him at the daycare and it had never gotten easier since day one. He had always felt guilty about it, like he was missing out on a big chunk of his development. 

“Stop lying!” Theo protested, dark eyebrows wrinkled together in disbelief. Billy grinned at him, enjoying the way the gears were turning in his mind. He hoped Theo would ask you all of his questions today, then maybe you wouldn’t be so hesitant to talk to him later. 

“I’m not lying,” He laughed as he pulled into his familiar parking spot, “Ask your teacher today.” He said as he slid out of the car, trying not to focus on the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach. Your attitude was something he didn’t want to deal with today.

He pulled free a few wipes, scrubbing off the leftover bananas from Theo’s palms and fingers while he continued to ask about what other big numbers Billy knew. He was too afraid to bring up that there was a million, sure that the toddler would never recover from that knowledge. 

Theo chose to walk in with him today, fully awake and holding his hand as he raved about this cool science project they would be working on today. Billy nodded along, glad that he was at least enjoying school.

“Hi,” He grinned brightly as they entered, pulling free from Billy so he could run up to you, “Did you miss me?” He bounced on his tippy toes in front of you, giggling as Billy felt his heart slowly come to a stop. You looked really pretty. 

“Always,” You smiled as you returned the hug, doing everything in your power to keep from looking at Billy, “Did you have a good night?” You asked him, looking as radiant as always. Billy suddenly felt a fresh wave of anger, wondering why you had to make this so hard. 

“Yeah!” He proclaimed as he pressed his finger along your skirt. Billy took a step forward, watching as he traced the design on your knee, “We made brownies!” He glanced back towards him, smiling brightly at the memory. Billy chuckled softly, recalling how he had licked the spoon and bowl clean from the batter. 

“Oh, yummy,” You told him as you gave his shoulder a little tap, “You can go play with toys if you want.” You suggested as you gestured towards the large play area. Theo jumped in excitement, giving Billy a brief hug before he was off. 

It was tense, awkward as he continued to keep his eyes on you. You were fiddling with your papers, acting like you actually had something to do this early in the morning. “Are we going to talk or-?” He brought up first, feeling like there was no real reason for you to shut down in such a manner. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said shortly, opening your desk to pull out a stapler. He nearly made a snarky comment about you having that but no scissors. It didn’t really make sense to him. If the rest of your students were like Theo, then anything could be turned into a weapon. “You kicked me out,” He replied as he cocked an eyebrow, “And you didn’t tell me why.” He reminded you, waiting for some sort of reaction to fall from you. Nothing came. You were silent up until another parent and student walked in. 

“I have to get to work,” You said sternly, “Have a nice day, Mr. Hargrove.” 

You had no idea how to approach Billy after your humiliating night with him. It was easier to pretend like nothing had ever happened, like he was just some annoying parent. So that’s how you dealt with it. 

But the memory haunted you, taunted you as you were unable to sleep at night. Unable to think of anything but your horrible tongue and his reaction. You felt insufficient, sure that he had met plenty of other women that knew exactly what to say to him without getting his skin to crawl. 

You were sure he didn’t have the best knowledge in relationships either, but he definitely seemed to know his way around the bedroom much better than you did. Maybe it was dumb to get so insecure, but you felt lost. You had definitely failed at impressing him. 

Sabrina had told you that much too. She seemed even more upset over the whole ordeal than you were, but she didn’t understand what you were feeling either. She was much more confident than you were.

You were flying through tables tonight, trying to keep your mind occupied as your feet ached in protest. At least you’d have a good check, that part was important to you. So important that you nearly missed the familiar face that walked in. 

“What are you doing here?” You hissed as you rounded on the blonde, “You can’t be here.” You stated incredulously, wondering how he thought this was at all okay. It was hard enough trying to avoid him at the daycare, you didn’t need him following you to your second job either. 

“I can’t be in this restaurant?” Billy questioned, cocking his eyebrows as he mirrored a look of confusion. He hummed to himself, making your anger boil in your stomach. 

“Why are you following me?” You asked him seriously, almost exasperated. You didn’t know why he was making this so difficult. You definitely weren’t worth fighting for in your opinion. You just wanted the whole situation to disappear. 

“I just wanted the wings.” He said dryly as he crossed his arms and settled back into his booth. You blinked, wondering if he had heard you at all. 

“Are you serious?” You asked him, trying to keep your tone at bay so you didn’t freak out on him. He thought about it for a moment, tilting his head back and forth before he glanced at you once again.

“Dead,” He stated as he locked eyes with you, “Buffalo with bleu cheese.” He replied as he wiggled his way further into the booth, looking very comfortable suddenly. You silently seethed. 

“Anything else?” You asked as you tried to keep your anger at bay, even though you could feel the flames of anger licking at your chest. 

“Mhm, beer sounds good,” He hummed as he rubbed at his chin, “And the garlic parmesan fries.” He turned towards you in amusement, making your heart flutter roughly inside of your chest. Damn him and his intense eyes.

You pulled a tight smile to your lips, doing your best to stay polite as you quickly nodded your head and turned away. You dealt with people that annoyed you all night long, you could do it with Billy for the remainder of the night. 

And that’s exactly what you did. You kept it professional and you stayed calm and collected. You tried to pretend like the memory didn’t pop up every time you looked at him. Majority of the time you just wanted to crawl underneath the table and hide as you were sure he was thinking of the same thing. 

“Are you just going to sit here all night?” You asked as you refilled his water once again, unsure of what he was waiting for. You had made it pretty clear that you didn’t want to talk about what had happened. Relieving the situation made you want to die. 

“Maybe.” He said as he shrugged his shoulders, looking over the dessert menu for the fourth time. You felt your eye twitch, unsure if he just loved to see you suffer. Maybe he got off on it. 

“You’re hogging my table,” You seethed, “I need this for tips.” You told him seriously as you pointed towards the table. 

“I’m going to tip you.” He said gruffly as he flipped the menu around, acting like he was reading the other side this time. You breathed in deeply. 

“That’s not my point.” You felt your shoulders sag, exhausted with how this conversation was going. You didn’t want to fight with him. And certainly not here. 

“I want to talk to you.” His eyes were soft, filled with gentle waves as he looked at you again. You pressed your lips down into a frown. 

“I don’t want to talk.” You replied as you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide yourself away. You wanted to be desirable, but feared that you had ruined his thoughts abut you the moment the nickname had slipped off of your tongue. You really thought he would’ve liked it. 

“Why?” He asked you seriously, “I’m not mad about what happened. You left before we could even talk about it.” He reminded you as you drifted your eyes down towards your shoes. You almost felt like you were being lectured. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You mumbled as you stared at the tips of your shoes, thinking that you needed to scrub them when you got home tonight. They definitely seemed to have a bit of grease stuck to them. 

“You took me by surprise,” He said quickly, “But that didn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying it.” He surprised you as he took your hand, gripping your fingers softly and giving them a little squeeze. It surprised you. You didn’t think that Billy could be so open, so mature in a way. 

“Okay.” You mumbled, still unable to face him as you felt the electricity from his touch traveled up through your arm. It made your heart throb, nearly bursting uncomfortably in your chest. 

“Stop being so damn stubborn,” He grumbled, “I really like you. I don’t think this is something that should come between us.” He told you gruffly, taking you by surprise. You weren’t sure what Billy saw in you, but it was something that you definitely didn’t see in yourself. 

“Is there an us?” You questioned quietly, a little fearful of his answer. You drew your eyes up softly, looking at the sincere way he tilted his head up towards you. 

“I’d like there to be,” He said softly, “But you keep acting like a nincompoop, so sit down and talk to me.” He gestured towards the table, making you laugh for the first time. Maybe you really were being stubborn. 

“I have to work.” You replied as you gestured back towards the bar, knowing that your orders were probably piling up and ready. You wished you could just sit down and speak with him. 

“When does your shift end?” He asked as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his knuckles. You breathed in deeply, trying to ignore the nervous bubbles that were floating inside of you. 

“Fifteen minutes.” You mumbled softly, feeling a little more reassured from his words. Maybe you were just a bit overdramatic, but your feelings had felt correct at the time. Insecurity was not fun. 

“I’ll wait for you.” He sat back in the booth again, appearing a little cocky as his eyes wandered down to your shoulders. You turned before he could look much further, but you were fairly certain his eyes stayed on your ass the whole way back to the bar. You wished it annoyed you.

You stayed away from his table for the rest of your time there, determined to finish strong and gain the rest of your tips. He was a distraction. A big one. You were sure he knew that too.

“Have a fun night,” Sabrina teased as she tossed a condom packet at your chest, leaving you stumbling to grab it before anyone else could see, “Have the best time.” She gave you a little wave, leaving you to flip her off before you fled. How embarrassing. 

Billy was leaning against the doorway when you returned, an unlit cigarette between his lips as he raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement towards you. You gave a stiff wave, feeling awkward as you pushed the door open for the two of them. You needed to be the one to fix things this time. 

“I’m really sorry about the other night,” You said quickly, “And for ignoring you. I was just embarrassed.” You glanced towards him as soon as the doors shut behind you two, watching as he held his lighter up to the unlit stick. 

“It happens,” He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t hate you for it.” He took a long drag from his cigarette, looking at you in amusement. You breathed in deeply, still feeling like you owed him an explanation. 

“I think I wanted to impress you and it backfired.” You admitted sheepishly as you rubbed your palms across your arms, following him as he walked. He looked at you surprised, but then his expression quickly changed to a cocky one. He was definitely going to hold onto that for later. 

“I don’t think it did,” He chuckled softly, “I’d like to keep seeing you. As long as you promise not to ignore me again.” He blew his smoke out towards you, making you wrinkle your nose as you took in his statement. You wouldn’t. Not if you could do it right this time. 

“You’re not disgusted with me?” You asked as you picked at your fingers, suddenly nervous with the thought. You really wanted to move forward, you just needed that reassurance. 

“No,” He replied quickly, “I just have a kid, you know? It just took me by surprise.” He explained, making you wince a little bit as you nodded your head in agreement. 

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.” You told him as you bit down on your tongue softly, still wishing you could take it all back. But at least things were better now. You weren’t totally humiliated now. 

“I know,” He brushed your shoulder gently, “I’m not upset about it. You shouldn’t be either.” He flicked his cigarette away. You inhaled sharply, nodding your head in agreement. 

“Okay,” You watched the way his lips parted into a soft smile, showing off his shiny teeth, “I feel a bit ridiculous.” You admitted as you fell to a stop by his car. 

“You are,” He said a second later, making your insides burn before he laughed softly, “But I don’t mind that.” He added as he looked at you, his fingers falling to your skin as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. It made your heart flutter, your body warm as you tilted your mouth up towards his. 

His lips were hot against yours as he pressed you against the side of his car, his hands gripping a hold of your waist as his mouth moved frantically against yours. You struggled to keep up with his kisses, your lungs burning for air that you refused to give. His kisses were all you needed, all you desired.

You both fumbled into his backseat, nearly knocking your head around a few times as you slid onto the leather chair. He kissed at your neck, licking and sucking softly as his hands worked on removing your uniform.

Your fingers fell to his shirt rapidly, pulling the buttons apart as fast as you could while his lips moved desperately against your skin. You sighed softly, tilting your head as you invited his tongue against your skin. 

“You smell so fucking good,” He groaned as he nipped at the nape of your neck, making you gasp as you pressed your thighs together, “You’re not going to freak out on me this time, are you?” He teased, making you blush as he tugged your bra down your arms.

“No,” You breathed out deeply, your nerves filling with electricity as his hands fell to your hips, “Get your pants off.” You commanded, laughing softly as you fell back onto your elbows. You watched with interest as he unbuckled his belt, then slid his jeans and briefs down his thick thighs.

You admired his golden skin, the light hair on his chiseled chest that gleamed from one of the streetlights. He was far too handsome for his own good. Damn him. And damn the way he made your clit throb and pleasure spread through your body as your eyes fell to his thick cock. 

He pressed your legs apart, leaving a giddy feeling inside of you as he slunk himself closer to you. His hard cock fell against your exposed pussy, weighing heavily against your slick folds. You sighed deeply, watching as he rocked his hips forward before he pressed his fat tip against your glistening hole.

Your eyes fluttered in pleasure, moaning deeply as he stuffed his dick inside of your drenched walls. His thick girth left your eyes hazy, forcing them shut as he stretched you out around him. He fit inside of you perfectly, the curve of his dick nestling against the spongy spot deep inside of you.

“Taking me so good,” He groaned as he thumbed his finger over your clit, “Such a good little slut.” He praised you, leaving you breathless as you rolled your hips up against him, pressing his cock further inside of you.

You felt a fire spreading through your body, the pleasure sitting overwhelmingly on your chest as his large palms fell to your waist. He squeezed at your flesh, bringing your gaze back towards his blissed features as he balanced his hands near your shoulders. 

Your mind felt fuzzy, full of pleasure and awe as he slowly pulled his hips back and before he rocked his cock back roughly inside of you. You gaped, your fingertips falling to his sweaty skin as he dipped his head near yours.

You tilted your face upwards, sliding your lips slowly against his to capture the lingering air on his tongue. He tasted of beer and cigarettes, a slight hint of mint as your nails dug into his skin. You whimpered, licking at his lips as he dragged you back along the curve of his cock.

“Billy,” You moaned as your lips fell free from his mouth, your lungs straining for air as your pussy clamped down along his fat girth, “Feels so good.” You urged him forward, your heels digging into his lower back to push him deeper inside. You desperately needed to feel more of him.

He grunted as his skin dragged against yours, your nipples brushing against his firm muscles with each of his deep thrusts. Your clit throbbed in anticipation, your cunt dripping along his thick cock as he nuzzled his way in deeper and deeper. 

You could feel his balls pressing against your skin with each of his powerful movements, wet with your slick as his fingertips dug deeper into your skin. You rolled your eyes back in awe, your moans molding with his in a blissful symphony within the car walls.

“Such a dirty little whore,” He grunted as he dropped his head down against yours, his stubble dragging against your skin as he dragged his cock faster against your slick walls, “Good little cockslut.” He groaned as you felt your pleasure spreading deeper through your veins, making your moans louder.

He rolled you back against his cock once again, his balls pressing against your warm skin as the bliss bubbled inside of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your bundle of nerves, leaving you seeing stars as moans tumbled free from your tongue. 

Your cunt was squelching around him, hugging his cock roughly as your nails dragged across his skin. You whined loudly, eyelashes fluttering shut as you felt the muscles inside of your stomach collapsing. 

“Fuck, fuck!” You cursed, your toes curling in awe as you gripped onto him tightly, “Jesus! Billy!” You squeaked, your body rocking against his as you came roughly around his girth. Your body shook, your thighs trembling underneath him as he continued to ram his cock into you. 

You held onto him tightly, lazily dragging your lips across his sweaty cheek as his groans fanned over your face. His thrusts became deeper, slower as he held onto you tightly. You gasped, heart pounding so roughly you swore he could hear it.

“Christ,” He grunted as he thumbed at your clit again, leaving you spasming around him as he collapsed on top of you, “Fuck, fuck.” He cursed in a similar manner, his voice gruff and raspy as his cock throbbed inside of you.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cum painting your walls, spreading through your already slick cunt as you slowly began to massage your fingers across his warm sides. Your still felt like you were in a haze, your mind foggy as he brought his lips upon yours again.

It was like electricity had sparked upon your lips, his mouth smooth and passionate against your own. You groaned as you linked your fingers through his hair, tugging softly as he forced his tongue past your lips. You greedily licked at his tongue, tasting as much of him as you could. You felt you were floating. 

“I haven’t done anything like this in a long time.” He groaned as he pulled away, lips swollen and more red than usual as his eyes twinkled in mischief. You were jealous of his long, thick eyelashes. He looked so pretty. 

“I’ve never had sex in a car ever,” You laughed softly, “I can check that off the list.” You teased him as you rolled your fingers through his soft curls. 

“It gets cramped.” He laughed as he kissed at your cheek, making your heart flutter once again. You were slightly glad that he had picked you to pull into the backseat of his car. He must’ve planned it out a little bit, as Theo’s car seat was missing. 

“And hot.” You teased softly, looking at the freckles that decorated his soft nose. You liked all of his handsome features. 

“What are you doing later?” He questioned, pressing his lips into a soft smile as he remained inside of you. You didn’t want him to pull out either. You enjoyed the feeling of him far too much. 

“Depends,” You grinned softly, “Do you need to get back to Theo?” You asked, feeling a bit bad for hoping that he didn’t have to. Maybe you could use the time to get to know him better. He tilted his head. 

“Not tonight.” He said softly, a cocky smirk forming on his lips like he already knew what you wanted. You bit back your own smile, taking a few moments to leave him waiting. 

“You should come over.” 

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[crumb4]

Annie the Crook. From her mouth constantly dribbles the oily gray spittle of crime (smells like licorice.)

[maximoffwitch]

Just You and Me

pairing: johanna mason x reader

word count: 253

a/n: just a quick little drabble bc i had some thoughts about her 🥹

"can i steal this one away from you?" you asked katniss as you approached her and johanna, interrupting their hushed conversation.

"sure," she replied with a tight smile.

grabbing johanna's hand, you pulled her towards the makeshift dance floor.

"good luck, girl on fire," johanna called over her shoulder wearing her signature smirk.

“what was that about?” you furrowed your brows as you wrapped your arms around her neck, the music changing to a slower song.

“i’ll tell you later,” she dismissed, instinctively resting her hands on your waist. “now, what are we doing here?”

“dancing.” you fondly rolled your eyes and started to sway to the beat.

johanna remained quiet, a hesitant look on her face.

“hey,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against hers. “just look at me. it’s only me and you. no one else matters okay?”

“okay, yeah.” johanna took a deep breath and looked into your eyes. “just you and me,” she whispered before closing her eyes.

kissing the corner of johanna’s mouth, you mumbled, “i love you,” before resting your head in the crook of her neck.

“i love you too,” she whispered as the two of you took comfort in each others arms, the noise of the crowd fading behind the music.

from across the dance floor, finnick smiled softly at the sight.

“looks like we’ll have another wedding to go to soon,” he remarked to annie, who lifted her head off his chest and looked up at him.

following his gaze, she grinned. “i hope so.”

[skz-streamer]

He Fell Harder

Simptober Romance Tropes M-list

Pairing: Lee Know (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Notes: im catching up dw!!!!!!

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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Meeting him at first he was okay, kinda cut off from others

somehow you kept seeing him everywhere

he was a friend of a friend but still, it was weird that the two of you just met everywhere

you ended up approaching him at after class one day

he was just standing in the hall but now that you were closer to him you realized that he was infact VERYYYYY HANDSOMEEE

approaching him he looked at you, not rlly any expression on his face

you wanted to ask him about something....but you had forgotten💀

kinda just an awkward stare between the two of you.

you needed to say something so you asked if he wanted to be (school) partners with you

he looked taken aback, after all the two of you literally knew nothing about each other besides a mutual friend

but he said sure

as time went on you realized he wasn't as cold as you thought

once you got to know him he was actually really sweet :)

and... not only did ur knowledge about him grow... buttttt so did ur feelings

although he didn't really seen interested in you... did he?

well believe or not that day when you had asked lee know to be your lab partner he was bouncing off the walls

he could tell that you liked him and as each meeting went his feeling grew more and more

he had never really opened up to anyone so you being a first really meant a lot to him

although he tried to keep his cool around you it was hard, you were just so stunning, your laugh, the way you dressed and carried yourself...it was so mesmerizing to him

he had texted you one day asking if you wanted to meet up but you didn't answer

he thought maybe your phone was off or something but you hadn't showed up for class either

he knew you wouldn't dip him, so what happened?

well it was quite dumb actually

you were sleeping and ended up rolling off your bed hitting the side of your head on your sharp ass nightstand and then falling to the floor

you woke up and brushed it off but when you woke up again a few hour later slightly lightheaded and with a red tinted pillow you headed over to the er

it was nothing serious just a few stitches but still, it meant you left leeknow too present the project all alone

and you felt horrribleeeeeee

somehow when you got back home that night he was waiting for you any your front door

you ran up to him and he turned around to look at you suddenly cupping your face

"are you alright??? I heard what happened"

"what how?" you were so confuseddddd

"doesn't matter, your okay right?"

your heart was fluttering as he brushed your cheek with his thumb and pulled you in for a hug

and at that point you just melted into his embrace

LEE KNOW CODED THINGSSSS

Not a lot of affection in public, almost like the calm bf and energetic gf trope

but once the two of you are at home omllll

back hugs galore and random kisses

like imagine ur just sitting on the couch, this man would just grab and turn you whole face just to give you a kiss on the lips

Ur up early making breakfast and he just walks out of bed and hugs you from behind😭🫠

Rests his head in the crook of your neck and starts to nibble at it

The sweetest thing ever in the morning

Like would literally be ALL OVER YOU

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[neworleansvoudou]

Who's Who in Hoodoo History: High John the Conqueror

John the Conqueror is known in Hoodoo folklore as a trickster spirit, always making a way out of no way at all, “hitting a straight lick with a crooked stick. Winning the jackpot with no other stake than a laugh” (Hurston 1943, 452). Slaves saw him as emerging from a whisper, finding laughter in sorrow, irony in tragedy, and triumph in despair. He was the bringer of hope, “the source and soul of our laughter and song.” He provided much-needed comedic relief in everyday life. He was a resistance figure whose weapons were laughter, cunning, and trickery.

They say that John was a prince who came from Africa, walking on the winds that filled the sails of ships through the Middle Passage. There are no photographs or drawings of the actual John the Conqueror. However, some say he resembled big John Henry, the “steel-driving man” of African American folklore. Or maybe he was “a little, hammered down, low-built man like the Devil’s doll-baby” (Hurston 1943, 452). Some say you can’t draw a spirit, so quit trying. Others say no one ever talked about what he looked like because it wasn’t necessary. White people never knew of his existence, which was by design; they weren’t supposed to know about him. He was the slaves’ biggest advocate on the downlow, and they lived for the tales of his putting one over on ole Massa.

They say that the spirit of John the Conqueror was around in the form of Brer Rabbit before John came on the scene. That wily mammal had already made the rounds on the plantations for a year and a day by the time John came along. Because he was in the form of an entertaining bunny, his tales spread far and wide. In reality, Brer Rabbit and John the Conqueror are two different spirits, but their functions are similar. Both are tricksters; both gain the edge through cunning, audacity, and intelligence. Both are empowering resistance figures.

John the Conqueror’s renown comes from the abundance of folktales describing his exploits. The most significant tales involve his role in procuring freedom through comedic relief and trickery. Freedom was of primary concern to John, and it governed near about all of his decisions. But he wasn’t the same kind of resistance figure as San Malo, Bras Coupe, or Annie Christmas. He was good at playing dumb when he needed to, and he excelled at the art of gaslighting. He played ole Massa like a fiddle.

He could make you think yellow was green and green was yellow. He would make you believe that what he did was your doing, and he was a master at leaving ole Massa standing in his place, mouth agape. He was just that cunning.

John the Conqueror was most popular during slavery days because he served an express purpose. People needed the kind of resilience and inspiration he could bring. They needed the hope he dispensed. They needed a vision for the future, one that involved their complete liberation. And when he went back to Africa, they say he left his spirit right here in the United States in the root of a special flower, a variety of morning glory bearing purple flowers. In this way, John the Conqueror never actually left. Whenever anyone needs him, they can access him by communing with the root bearing his namesake.

*Excerpt from Witch Queens Voodoo Spirits and Hoodoo Saints: A Guide to Magickal New Orleans.

Learn more about the OGs of Hoodoo: https://www.crossroadsuniversity.com/courses/who-s-who-in-hoodoo-history

[unreliablesnake]

Cheaters (David "Deacon" Kay x reader)

Note: Deacon's a cheater, reader's a cheater, his marriage is failing... Yeah, you've been warned. It's short, just a snippet, really. MDNI.

Warnings: afab!reader, fingering

You hated yourself for doing this to your fiancé, to his wife, and even to the team. If your affair ever came to light, there would be a scandal that neither of you wanted. So you took precautions and tried to stay under the radar, meeting every other week in a hotel room you paid for in cash. In the meantime you communicated through a password protected emailing app he suggested.

Because Deacon kept everything under control for the both of you, doing something you would have never assumed he would. A previously loyal and faithful Catholic man was cheating on his wife, and to make things worse, he clearly enjoyed every second of it, sometimes acting like some stupid hormone-driven teenager. It's not like you didn't love the thrill of this. Hell, you sometimes felt like breaking up your engagement for him.

Because every time he looked at you as if you were the only person in his universe, your heart melted, and every time his hands or lips began to roam your body, your brain stopped working. He had you under his spell, making you do things you normally wouldn’t do. After all, you would never look at anyone other than your fiancé, especially not when the other man was married. 

Yet here you were, struggling to bite back a moan in the backseat of his car as his fingers curled to touch that sweet spot inside you. Sometimes he played with fire, like right now in the almost empty parking lot of the station after your shift. Anyone could have walked up to the car to talk to him, but he didn’t seem to mind and you were way too lost in him to care.

He kissed you fiercely to silence you when your body told him you were close to another orgasm, and you could tell he was trying hard not to grin and laugh at the way you struggled to stay quiet. “I love the pretty noises you make,” he had once told you with a smirk before placing a soft kiss on your temple. But times like this he needed you to keep it down, so you did your best to be a good girl for him.

“Let’s get out of LA this weekend. Just you and me,” he suddenly said with his face buried in the crook of your neck, his fingers not stopping as you came for the second time that night. It took your brain a minute or two to clear up, and since you never responded, he repeated the suggestion, this time while looking you in the eye. “What do you say?”

“I wish I could go,” you began with a sigh, “but my future brother-in-law will stay with us for the weekend. And I have no idea how I would explain being away for this long anyway. How could you explain it to Annie?”

Deacon let out a groan, then leaned back against the seat. “We spend most of our time fighting lately anyway, one more thing to yell about wouldn’t really matter.” Your eyes narrowed as you watched him, having absolutely no idea how this man could be this nonchalant about something this important. “She wants me to retire. When I told her I don’t want to do that, she got mad at me. But let’s not talk about that now. How about just one night at the usual place? I need you, baby, I really do,” he tried to convince you with a sweet tone, even flashing a tired smile at you.

It was hard to decide what to think about all this. His marriage was going through a rough phase, yet instead of trying to fix it, he seemed more interested in spending more time with you to get away from his problems. You wanted to say no. You knew you were supposed to say no. But then you looked into his big brown eyes and logic seemed to flee your brain. “Fine, I’ll say I’m staying at Chris’ place,” you gave in.