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[gloomwitchwrites]

Tattoo Artist Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, describing a man’s size, brief alcohol, non-descriptive mentions of sex, intimidation

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Part Twenty-One of Ink & Needle

The past resurfaces. Simon's enemy shows his face.

Chapter Twenty

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Three Years Ago

“Confess, bitch. Give us the details.”

Sam takes a towel to a bottle of prosecco, the cork popping as she dislodges it. Jade collects four tumblers from the mini-bar and sets them out on top of the low dresser the television sits on.

“Don’t leave anything out,” adds Jade, tossing her blue hair over her shoulder.

All of you are freshly showered and wearing the fluffy hotel provided robes. The softness is absolute heaven. Like wearing a cloud.

You sigh heavily and fall onto your back on the plush hotel bed, hands pressed over your eyes. There is a pleasant ache between your legs—a reminder of your wraith. His scent still lingers even though you stood under scalding water and scrubbed the day away. There is a hint of mint. Of black tea. A whisp of smoke.

Maybe it’s in your hair.

Maybe it’s embedded into your skin.

Thorns that have burrowed and only time will push them out or leave them to fester and infect.

“What do you want to know?” you groan, rubbing your temples.

Already, the alcohol is beginning to creep from your system, leaving a tension behind that signals an oncoming hangover. It’s not piercing yet. Just a nuisance. Sam tops off the glasses and the prosecco is distributed. The bubbly drink burns your nose a bit but it drives off the blooming headache.

Begrudgingly, you push up to a more seated position, your three best friends staring back expectantly. It’s the moment of truth. You’re facing the jury. This is your judgement.

“Was it good?” asks Sam, one eyebrow arched in question. She takes a sip of her drink, leaning slightly to the right, adjusting the front of the robe.

“Yes,” you reply slowly.

“And?” she prompts, waving her hand in a signal to go on.

“Do we have to talk about this right now?” you mutter, staring down into your dwindling glass of prosecco. If you’re going to get through this conversation, you’re going to require more.

Jade sets her glass down on the side table between the two beds. She goes up on her knees, excitement buzzing through her bones. “How big was he?” she asks. “What did it look like?”

“Jesus Christ, Jade,” you groan.

Yes. More prosecco will fix this.

“Just say when,” interrupts Jade. She brings her hands flat against each other, and then slowly starts to move them away.

Sam snorts, and then chokes on her beverage, nearly rolling off the bed as she goes for a tissue. You stare dumbly at Jade, not saying anything.

“Just say—seriously? Seriously?” Jade’s hands are unrealistically far apart. “This is impossible. I’m starting over.”

“Stop,” you laugh, grabbing her hands. “He was…decent?”

“Decent?” snaps Sam. “We don’t get any details? Color? Length?”

“Girth,” adds Jade. “A prominent vein?”

Sam rolls her eyes. “Girl. Give us something!”

You glance over at Evie. “Are you going to help me at all?”

She shrugs and sips on her prosecco. “I’m curious too,” she says softly.

You down the rest of your prosecco and immediately regret it. A wave of indigestion hits you and you swallow down a burp.

“Okay,” you concede, holding up one hand placatingly. “Fine.”

The three women settle onto the bed, all their attention on you. It takes a moment—a deep inhalation before you begin. But you do, and you tell them most of it. You talk about Ghost’s proposition out in the alleyway and of where he took you to. You describe the positions he put you in, and how damn good the man was at tonguing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

They sigh and swoon. They giggle or simply stare open-mouthed.

There are some things you don’t say. You don’t tell them how you felt in your heart when you left or the circumstances of why. The sense of needing to run was insistent and strong, but looking back—you now feel shame.

You regret not staying even for a few extra minutes.

“Damn,” sighs Sam, leaning back on one elbow.

Jade just blinks, her mind still trying to process the information.

Evie smiles behind her glass, and you know that look. “What?” you prompt, lightly smacking her thigh.

“Sounds like you had fun.” She lightly smacks your thigh back. “Aren’t you happy we went?”

Now

“Bag packed?”

“I think so. How’s Lillian?”

Evie takes a bite of her sandwich and glances down into the bassinet. “Asleep. For now.”

“How are you feeling?” you ask softly, walking around to the side of the bed. Sitting down on the edge, you lean back slightly, staring at your friend.

It’s been over a week since Archie’s parents came to visit. The rest of the day and the following, Evie was a mess. But her cheeks have color to them now, and the bags under her eyes are almost non-existent. She’s always been the mediator, but it doesn’t seem like she’s willing to the mediator in this anymore. Her fuse no longer sparks.

While Evie hasn’t spoken it out loud, her actions indicate her willingness to separate from Archie’s family completely. It would be better for everyone, but mostly for her mental wellbeing. She’s dealt with too much of their bullshit, and it’s time that she breaks away from them for good.

It’s their own fault. Their own behavior that has caused all this. It never had to come to this, and now they likely won’t see their granddaughter at all.

“Better,” she sighs. “A bit nauseous.”

“Headache?” you ask.

She nods. “I just need a little caffeine. Maybe something carbonated.”

“All the paperwork signed?”

“Yep. On the table in the kitchen.” Evie takes another bite of her sandwich, chewing slowly. “Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s fine, Evie. I’m happy to do it.”

“I know,” she says quickly. “And I know I keep thanking you, but I do mean it. Having Amelia around is wonderful, but she wouldn’t be able to do everything you’re doing for me.”

It’s true in a way. Amelia has been integral in helping with Lillian, but it is you that has spent all your time taking care of the financial end. Mister Grant calls you. The estate agent contacts you. You are Evie’s voice at the moment, and you’re more than happy to do it.

“I’m not the one packing anything up,” you laugh, throwing up your hands. “All I have to do is point and Jennifer’s assistant will label it.”

“That��ll be easier,” sighs Evie. “I can’t imagine trying to go through all our belongings by hand.”

You shrug. “I get to eat lots of takeout in the meantime. I’ll be fine.”

Evie reaches out and squeezes your hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Evelyn Green.”

Her grin is infectious as you push up from the bed and snag the backpack you packed. Hefting it over one shoulder, you salute Evie and walk out of the room backwards. You hear her giggle all the way down the hall.

Once the paperwork is in your hands, Amelia drops you off at the train station. You spend the entire trip hunched over the paperwork and reviewing the list you made of all the items Evie wants to keep. She’s giving you liberty to make the final call on most things, but you know it’s because she’s doesn’t want to deal with any of it.

It’s understandable. Everything in the home reminds Evie of her dead husband, and she’s already emotional delicate. If she doesn’t want to look at or deal with any of it, you’ll carry the burden.

When you arrive in Cambridge, it’s a quick taxi ride to the house.

The quiet is almost ominous, and the dark rooms seem bigger without anyone here with you. For a moment, you consider calling Simon to ask if he’d like to come out here and join you. But the idea is quickly dismissed. Simon has work. He has a job to do. Already he’s made numerous changes to his schedule just to accommodate your needs.

It’s not like he wouldn’t come if you called. You know that if you picked up the phone right now and dialed Simon’s number, he wouldn’t even hesitate. Simon would come like a moth to a flame.

But moths are often consumed in fire.

You think better of it.

The estate agent, Jennifer, and her assistant are supposed to arrive early in the morning to start the pack-up process. There isn’t time to dwell on your feelings or how much you wish Simon was here with you.

On the kitchen island, you set out the paperwork, organizing it now so you don’t have to deal with it in the morning. You just want to sleep—to have as much quiet as you can before the work begins. Lillian keeps Evie up, but the little one keeps you up as well. The lack of sleeping is starting to eat away at you.

It’s a fresh start in a way. You sleep deep and you sleep hard. When Jessica and Mollie arrive, you’re refreshed.

“Evelyn wants these packed?” asks Jessica, gesturing toward an array of kitchen appliances.

“Yes,” you confirm.

Jessica nods and Mollie writes “pack” on a sticky note before attaching it to the mixing bowls. Plenty of things are going into storage for now—at least until Evie is confident enough to find her own place that is uniquely hers.

You haven’t broached the subject explicitly. It’s only been mentioned in passing, and Evie agreed that she didn’t want to sell everything off only to have to replace it later. What she truly wants is for the house to be sold. To create a space that doesn’t constantly remind her of her dead husband.

You and Jessica walk around the entire house and garden with Mollie trailing behind, her arms loaded with tape, paper, and sticky notes. It takes several hours to go through everything, and by the end you’re starving. The coffee and croissant you ate for breakfast are out of your system entirely.

Jessica taps away at her phone, a frown on her face. “I swear. I’ve been having issues with this thing all morning,” she grumbles.

Mollie shrugs. “Want me to reach out to them?”

“Please,” sighs Jessica. “They’re supposed to deliver the boxes for us. Find out from John what time.”

Mollie nods and grabs her tablet, her fingers tapping away furiously. She gives her back, one arm clutching the tablet while her other hand unloads the pens from her coat pocket.

Jessica turns to you with a bright smile. “I’ll find out when the boxes are supposed to arrive.” She lifts her phone in the air. “If this will cooperate. Bloody technology.”

“It’s fine,” you laugh. “They’ll get here when they get here. I can manage until then.”

“Too true,” she beams. “At least you have a few to start with.”

“But the rest will be boxed up independently?”

“Yes,” confirms Jessica. “Just take the things that Evelyn wants. Leave the rest. I have the keys. When the team is ready, I’m meet them here. We’ll take care of everything else.”

“Wonderful,” you sigh, as you say your goodbyes and escort Jessica and Mollie to the front door.

The boxes do arrive, but so do an endless parade of people. Mister Grant stops by to review the paperwork before handing over more for you to take to Evie when you return to London. The appraiser comes to evaluate the house, and several different contractors arrive to assess potential fixes that Jessica suggested during the walkthrough.

It’s an avalanche of faces—and the only one you want to see is Simon. It’s the face you think about when you slip into bed that night. It’s the face you imagine when the ache between your thighs grows and you need some sweet relief. It’s the face in your dreams that night, and the one that lingers when you wake.

You need Simon like plants need the sun. He is your light. Your sustenance. This love blooming in your chest is a twisting beast that intends to devour you whole. It is lovely. It is consuming.

All you want is him.

When you return to London, the first thing you’re doing is heading for 141 Ink to spend an afternoon in his shop. Watching Simon work is a pleasure. You’ve only witnessed it a few times, and it was hypnotizing when you did.

“Really?” you mutter, staring at the text message on the phone screen, stuffing the rest of your breakfast into your mouth.

It’s Jessica! New phone! Sending the assessor out to you today! One last walkthrough!

“They were just here,” you groan, staring around at all the empty boxes. “Why is this necessary?”

The boxes were delivered, but they were all flat. At least packing tape came with. Otherwise, you’d be out of luck. Evie wants some things to come to Amelia’s and those are the items you’re supposed to be collecting. That is supposed to be your focus at the moment.

And a new number for Jessica is annoyingly inconvenient, but you’ll deal with it. Her phone was acting up yesterday.

“Whatever,” you say to the ceiling, updating your contact information for Jessica.

You continue to pack, taking breaks every so often to check work emails. You’re in the zone—a flurry of activity—so when the doorbell goes off, you nearly flinch at the sound.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, sealing a box with packing tape.

Pushing up to standing, your knees pop. The doorbell rings through the house again and you sprint to the front door, legs a bit achy from crouching.

You open the door, a little breathless. “Hi!”

A man in his mid-thirties stands on the other side. His dark hair is cropped short and he wears a polo with khakis. On the left side of the polo is a little logo that says “Heisman Consulting.” He clutches a clipboard in one hand and has a utility belt hooked around his hips. Behind his right ear is a sharpened pencil.

“You must be the assessor Jessica mentioned,” you greet.

“That’s me,” he says, presenting his hand. “I’m Jack.”

You take it, giving him your own name. It’s a firm, strong handshake. His eye contact is intense. It’s a bit strange actually. You’re not sure why he’s staring like he’s trying to see into your soul.

“We just had the assessor here yesterday. Did Jessica give a reason for another visit?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light.

Jack just grins and it’s disarming. “Second opinion.”

“I see,” you say slowly, not understanding at all.

What’s the point of a second opinion? Did the first one already come back? That seems unlikely. These things don’t happen overnight. But you’re not the expert on real estate. This is out of your depth.

What you want is to leave this conversation as quickly as possible and return to your task. “I have a few things to take care of. I’ll make sure to stay out of your way while you walk around the property.”

“That won’t be necessary,” replies Jack, his smile still in place.

“I’m sorry?”

“Jessica wants you present for the inspection.”

You laugh, the sound awkward as it leaves your lips. “No she doesn’t. I’ll be around. Just come grab me if you need something.”

Jack shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders casually. “Jessica isn’t happy with the last assessment. Wants someone else observing.”

“Like a witness?” you ask.

He shrugs his shoulders again, and the unease only grows. Why does he want you to stick around so bad? If anything, you shouldn’t be in his way at all.

“Fine,” you concede, attempting to give him a smile. “Not sure I’ll be of much help.”

Jack glances down at his clipboard and removes the pencil from behind is ear. “S’all good, love.” He winks and notes something on the clipboard before his gaze scans the room.

Love.

In Jack’s mouth, it sounds like an insult. It doesn’t sit right. The only person you enjoy calling you that is Simon.

You try to smile, but it falls flat.

There are too many things to do, and you only have a few days to complete them. You’re supposed to be in Cambridge for the weekend—returning at the latest on Tuesday if necessary.

“Where would you like to start?” you ask, taking a cautious step back, edging toward the paperwork sitting on the counter.

Jack takes another gander of the kitchen and living room. It’s strange, really, how he’s observing the space but not really looking at it. It almost appears passive, like he’s not interested in it at all.

You tuck the loose paperwork into the binder Mister Grant left and lean against the counter, arms crossed over your chest.

“Let’s cover the outdoors first,” Jack finally says. “Weather is all right for now. Never know when it might rain.”

“Sure,” you reply. “Let me grab my coat.”

You quietly excuse yourself, heading for the guest bedroom. It’s at the end of the hall. Tucked away. Even though you don’t sense a presence at your back, you keep checking, glancing over your shoulder like Jack will suddenly appear.

It’s silly, really. Why are you uneasy about all this? Jessica sometimes gets back to you last minute on things. It’s just a little tight. A little odd. But it’s not completely unusual.

Grabbing your coat, you return downstairs, finding Jack near the patio door. He’s hunched over a bit, blocking your view of the handle.

“Want to start in the backyard first?” you ask loudly, tugging on the coat.

He turns sharply, his mouth a firm, flat line before morphing into a smile. He’s still blocking your view of the handle.

Reaching behind him, he slides the patio door open. “Sounds great.” He moves with it and stays there. “Ladies first.”

You slowly approach and brush past him. Jack is far too close and you wrap your coat a little tighter around you as he exits after you. With clipboard in hand, the two of you begin walking the perimeter of the house.

Jack never removes any tools from his belt. He doesn’t measure anything. He only observers and makes notes on his clipboard. There are no questions asked. Nothing. The silence is excruciating, and while you’re itching to break it, you don’t dare do so.

There is a chill beneath your skin, and it’s not the cool December air. It might be cold out but it’s not that cold—not like it can get in the States. This is a creeping chill. One that starts at a point in your chest and slowly spreads outward until the tips of your fingers and toes feel numb.

Jack isn’t wearing a coat, but perhaps he’s simply used to the weather. He doesn’t appear bothered by it.

“Anything I can help with?” you finally ask once the two of you make it back to the patio area.

“Just keep close,” he winks, stepping inside the house.

You stand just outside, unsure if you want to go in at all. Your phone burns a hole in your pocket. The urge to call Jessica is intense—nearly stifling.

You step inside, glancing back the interior handle. The screws are gone. And the lock is clearly broken.

“What the fuck,” you mutter, whirling around to find Jack standing nearby, a hammer clutched in his fist.

Jack isn’t smiling. His frown is deep. A scowl. Your gaze darts to the hammer in his hand and then back up to his face. He’s between you and the front door. The only way out is through the patio door. It might be directly behind you, but you still have to run along the side of the house to make a break for the road.

If you’re fast, you could do it. But you’ll have to give Jack your back. And he’s wielding a fucking weapon. Even if you’re out of swinging distance, he could still hurl it at you like a javelin.

Slowly, you slide your foot backward.

Jack remains utterly motionless.

“I’m calling Jessica.”

Again, Jack doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

You take another slow step backward.

Without taking your eyes off of him, you fish out your phone, holding it up in the air. With Jessica at the top of your message list, it’s not difficult to hit the “call” button. There is a pause before you hear the muted ring coming from your phone.

But that isn’t what unnerves you.

A ringer goes off. Loud. Near.

It’s not Jack. He still stands there in the middle of the room with hammer in hand. Unfazed.

It’s coming from behind you.

The muted ring from your phone and the loud, audible one sync together. Jack’s gaze slowly shifts from you to a point over your shoulder.

Your eyes burn and you don’t realize that you’re crying until the salt of them sting your cheeks.

Jack isn’t looking at you anymore. His gaze is beyond. Absorbed elsewhere.

Twisting, you glance over your shoulder and find a man standing just outside the patio door. He holds up a ringing cellphone and half of his face is covered in burn scars.

“Hello, love,” he says, voice gruff like he’s smoked an entire pack of cigarettes. “The name’s Kit.”

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[irisnawer]

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[unsaidholland]

wildflower | t. holland

yes this is inspired by the song wildflower by 5sos (i am a 5sos stan and am in calum’s lane just in case anyone was wondering)

tom was away on press tour for far from home, you had spent some time with him, but had to go back home to london after a week due to your summer job. the plan was for you to go back as soon as you got another break that was long enough, but that didn’t come for what felt like forever. 

you had spent downtime with your friends, usually inviting them to your’s and tom’s shared flat, but today you guys were in the city for some fun. you and your friends had done a bit of shopping, ate lunch at a really nice cafe, and were now back walking around. your friend callie had spotted a tattoo/piercing parlour across the street and dragged you and your other friend isabella into the shop. 

“you both have to get something done!” callie said as you guys waited at the front. “i’m getting my nose pierced, and you guys should get something done too! it’ll be fun!” her enthusiasm was something you admired about the short blonde girl. you looked at isabella who let out a sigh of defeat knowing that if you both didn’t agree with callie, she would continue to bug you both about it.

“fine, but only because bella’s doing it too.” you began regretting your decision as soon as the words left your mouth, but it was too late. the person at the front desk was already handing the three of you cork clipboards with forms under the metal binding, pens attached by a piece of yarn. the three of you sat down in the waiting area, filling out your forms, as you decided what you were going to get done. a piercing? you didn’t really know what else you wanted pierced. but a tattoo? a small voice in your head told you to get the bundle of flowers you always wanted tattooed. 

after callie had gotten her nose pierced, isabella was next to get a small crescent moon tattooed onto her ankle. you both held one of her hands as she sat in the black leather chair, white sock half on, needle repeatedly piercing her skin as the ink began to settle underneath the top layers of her skin. you realized you were next as the tattoo artist, who you previously learned was named julian, cleaned it and showed isabella how to properly maintain it to prevent an infection.

as you sat down in the chair, julian began asking about the design you wanted, which you quickly sketched for him. a few flowers bunched together at the middle of their stems with some string was soon going to be on your body for the rest of your life. 

about an hour and a half later, your tattoo was finished. you looked at yourself in the mirror, turning to the side to see the art that was placed on the side of your ribcage, smiling as you saw the ink. the three of you left that shop grateful for callie’s impulsive decisions. 

•••

about a month later, you joined tom on the press tour. after meeting him, sam, harry, and some of the cast and crew at the airport, you guys had finally settled down as much as possible in the villa that sony had rented for tom.

you were spending only a few days in bali, and on your time off in the villa, you all would hang out in the pool. you kept your (tom’s) white t-shirt on, the pink bikini showing through, while just sitting at the edge of the pool, but your bikini was on under it in case they bugged you about getting in. they were playing a game that you didn’t understand the rules to, but involved a ball and trying to get it to the other side of the pool. they had invited you to play, but you just sat by and watched, laughing every time one of the boys made a ridiculous play. 

“come swim y/n! don’t be boring,” sam jokingly said, calling from the other side of the pool. you rolled your eyes at the twin and shook your head at him.

“sorry i don’t want to die getting in the middle of your game,” you jokingly said back. of course, you weren’t going to die, but they were being a tad too rough for your comfort. sam laughed at your remark, and swam over to where you were sitting. “are you bored of this already or do you also not wanna die?” you asked him. he chuckled and hoisted himself up so he could sit beside you.

“don’t want to leave you all alone best friend.” best friend. the nickname he had given you when tom said he was leaving to film for avengers: endgame, given to you for no reason other than you had joked around that you would become best friends with sam while tom was gone. you smiled at the nickname.

“yes!” tom exclaimed. you watched as he started jumping at the far end of the pool, slamming the ball against the water. harry’s hands went to cover his face in defeat, knowing that tom would bring this up for the rest of the trip. tom swam over to you, placing himself in between your legs, and puckered his lips. you kissed him, and you swore his smile grew if that was even possible. when he pulled away he asked you to get into the pool with them. sam decided to go back in and go play that game with harry. “please,” he practically begged. you sighed as he put his hands together.

“fine.” you stood up to take your white t-shirt off and put it on a pool chair not too far away from the edge of the pool. as you turned back around you heard a gasp.

“wait stop. turn clockwise a little bit.” you turned until tom said stop. “lift your left arm.” you did as he said, knowing he had spotted the tattoo. you looked over your shoulder and saw him standing in the pool staring at you. he got out of the pool to come inspect your inked skin closer. “when did you get this?” he asked, surprised. 

“like a month ago. do you like it?” he nodded. relief washed over you as you realized he wasn’t upset, but rather obsessed with the design. you put your arm down and turned to face him.

“i love it wildflower.” a confused look painted your face as you tilted your head to the side. tom smiled at your reaction. “you know, because you’ve got your wildflower tattoo! i truly am a genius,” he boasted and you laughed. he pulled you into a hug, his thumb caressing your tattoo. “my wildflower.” his grip on your waist tightened, and before you knew it he had thrown you into the pool, splashing both twins. as you came up to the surface you glared at him then wiped the water off your face.

“you are in for it, holland.” he smirked then jumped into the pool.

“come get me wildflower!” 

[xonepeacelovex]

i'm somethin’ so familiar that you don’t even notice

anything 4 u

Laying down on the carpet of your bedroom with Jeongin, your best friend, beside you. The playlist of your favourite band, LANY, playing in the background. Perfect for this pain you are feeling. You just finished crying over your ex boyfriend. Staring at the ceiling with no thoughts at all. I feel so lonely. You felt the tears coming out of your eyes again, you put your left arm over your eyes. I look pathetic. You felt embarrassed to Jeongin. Did he really need to see you like this?

The moment he heard the news about your boyfriend cheating, he immediately run to you even if it’s already midnight. When you heard a doorbell, you cursed to yourself. Knowing that your best friend already knew about the break up. You intended to keep the news from him as long as you can.

“I can pretend I’m sleeping already.”, you thought to yourself. “I know you are in there Y/N.”, he said knowing what you are thinking. He’s been there for 10 minutes now. You reluctantly opened the door of your apartment, you saw Jeongin with a consoling smile. Silently offering the plastic that you suspect have 2 tubs of your favourite ice cream. You opened the door wide this time, letting him enter your apartment.

Following you to your bedroom, opening the light of the dark bedroom. He saw the mess this break up brought to you. You are already under your favourite blanket, used tissues everywhere on your bed and LANY playing in your speaker. “That bastard.”, referring to your ex boyfriend, mumbling to himself.

“Why are you here Jeongin?”, you said quietly. “I am your best friend for a reason Y/N.”, shaking the plastic so you can hear the reason why you let him in. “Come on. Let’s eat this already.”, he urged you. You remove the blanket over you, drying your face with a used tissue in which Jeongin just looks at you with disgust. You look at him and pouted. You are sad for crying out loud.

He instead chose to sit down at the carpet of your bedroom, you followed him.

Jeongin holds your right hand when he feels you’re starting to cry again. You looked at him, then back at the ceiling. “So this is how you felt when you broke up with your girlfriend.”, you began after the silence between you two. “Yeah. At leats you didn’t get a tattoo of his name on your arm.” he countered. This is the way your best friend is consoling you. You smile at the thought of him, he probably has more to say than that. But right now, he knew you needed someone to listen to you or even just to be with you.

Seeing you smile, he thought he can do anything to keep that smile on your face. He showed you the tattoo on his arm. “Can I feel it?”, you suddenly ask him. He was surprised, you are looking at him expectedly. “Anything for you.”, he agreed while shaking his head at you teasingly. You traced the letters of his first and last girlfriend’s name. This must have been painful.

“Do you regret getting this?”, you questioned him. “Yes. But tattoos are forever so I can’t do anything about it.”, he answered you. “Do you want to change it in to different design?”, you proposed to him. “It’s okay. What design?”, if it means making your mind off your ex boyfriend, he’ll entertain any ideas. “How about your favourite flower?”, looking at him, “You wanted to get that as your first tattoo right?” Before you met her. “Yeah,” Jeongin said confused.

You suddenly get up from the carpet, getting a pinned paper of your drawing to your cork board. “I still have this.”, you showed it him. “Why do you have this?”, he asked you, surprised. It’s the sketch of his favourite flower made by you, the design was supposed to be his first tattoo. “This turned great so I just kept it.” “Are you suggesting I should cover the tattoo now? It’s 2 am. Is there are a tattoo shop open at this hour?”, Jeongin thought you are crazy. “Yes. You said you want to change it then let’s cover it with this. And yes, I know a tattoo shop open at this hour.”, you said excitedly that he can’t just say no to you.

“Okay.”, he said getting up from the floor. You are giggling now while hurriedly getting you a clean hoodie from your closet. You ushered Jeongin out of your bedroom, closing the door. Just to open it again to get the forgotten tubs of ice cream on the floor. Deciding you’ll eat it before it completely melts while you’ll make Jeongin drive your car.

“Yes. I’m sorry Mrs. Yang.”, phone against your ear, looking back inside the shop, your best friend still on the chair. The tattoo artist finishing a few details of the new tattoo on Jeongin’s arms. You smiled while looking at Jeongin, “I’ll give him an earful for not letting you know where he went.”, in which made Mrs. Yang laugh. You are like a daughter to her. “I’ll call you again Mrs. Yang. I’ll hung up now.”, you said sweetly to her. Jeongin is already coming out of the shop. Hanging up the phone after she said her goodbye.

“Sometimes I think she trust you more than me.”, Jeongin said to you. You look at his arms, the name completely gone. “I’m his favourite daughther so don’t feel bad.”, you said patting his back.

Before the sun rises, you are already in the comfort of your bed. You felt better after your little adventure with Jeongin. Anything for you. Jeongin’s words keeps repeating on your mind. Digging the feelings you buried before.

Jeongin looks back at the building of your apartment. He wants to hug you and make you feel safe and protected. He wants to kiss your pain away. He wants to whisper the words ‘I love you’ to you. He wants you to know that he’ll do anything for you even if it take takes the rest of his life to prove it.

But he’s someone you don’t even notice because he’ll always be your best friend.

Copyright © 2020 xonepeacelovex All rights reserved.

[stardustkenobi]

And Days to Go Before I Sleep

Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: Piercing needle, mentions of alcohol, I swear a lot 

A/N: Here is a lil Poe thing based on one of my convos with @woakiees​ about her and Poe’s many adventures so we dedicate this one to her I wuv u Haaads

“Fuck, no, don’t you fucking dare.”

The words passed Poe’s lips in a rushed laugh, laced with nerves and the haze of alcohol.

You snort, shaking your head as you take his chin in one hand and press the ice cube to his ear. “Poe Dameron.” You said sternly, cheeks flushed from the most delectable cocktail, equal parts adrenaline, dopamine from stolen kisses in the back of the cab on the ride home, and whiskey. “You have been talking about this since, like, dinner.” Your retort was lamer than you expected and the blush on your cheeks only intensified as you poured a hearty serving of embarrassment into the mixed drink swirling in your head.

Poe was your coworker of approximately two and a half years. You’d spent the better part of a year telling yourself to get your head out of your ass and stop ogling him during staff meetings because there was no way he could have been harboring the same feelings that you had for him. This wasn’t some cheesy NBC docuseries comedy shit. You weren’t Jenna Fischer or Amy Poehler and Poe Dameron certainly wasn’t John Krasinski or Adam Scott.

When you first laid eyes on him, you all but forgot stupid celebrity crushes and fantasies meant to distract you from the loneliness that crept in during the hours of insomnia on the weekends. You were almost positive that the man that sat three cubicles away from yours would put all of them to shame.

“I know but, like,” Poe whined, trying to push your hand away from his ear by raising his shoulder to meet the side of his head. “Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to make important, permanent decisions while you’re intoxicated?”

Ten months after his being hired, you were met with a new companion in the break room whose tongue was adept at giving you chills just by speaking about the most mundane things and, suddenly, you let yourself play into the new fantasies that you had worked so hard to suppress for months on end.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “It’s literally not permanent, you idiot.” You teased, pushing his shoulder down and pressing the ice cube to his ear lobe with a little more force so you wouldn’t be shrugged away again. “You can always just take it out in the morning.”

Over the course of another three months filled with friendly banter that turned to flirting that turned to getting caught under the mistletoe at another coworker’s Christmas party, something you both tip toed around for the better part of another two months before that same coworker forced you into a conference room to “work things out”.

You hadn’t looked back then — spending fifteen months of the thirty you had known each other avoiding the obvious chemistry between you was, in your opinion, one too many months of your life you didn’t spend kissing the beautiful man sitting in front of you.

He whimpered at the cold on his skin, the sudden contact making him wince. “But what if it doesn’t look good?”

One eyebrow rose, followed by the other. “Are you seriously doubting my skills as an amateur piercing artist, Dameron?”

Poe merely bit his lip, the ghost of a playful smile creeping onto his face. “Is that what it sounds like to you, sweet girl?”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you began to count to sixty in your head, giving his earlobe one more minute to get numb. “I think that’s exactly what it sounds like and all I have to say is you better be nice to me.”

He laughed, wincing a bit at a drop of water that rolled down his neck from the ice cube that was melting between your finger tips. “Have you ever done this before?” He asked, a twinge of authentic apprehensiveness leaking through a tough guy guise fueled by his own cocktail of hormones and booze.

“A few times. Used to do stick and pokes too.” You mumble, fixating on a particular curl that rested over the shell of his ear. His hair was starting to become unruly again and you made a mental note to write an actual note to remind him to call his barber. “You know my older sister owns a tattoo parlor?”

“You never told me that. Rachel, right?”

“No, Hannah.”

“I thought Hannah was a psychologist.” His nose scrunched and he kicked himself for mixing up your elder sisters for what seemed to be the hundredth time since he had met them just a month ago at Rachel’s baby shower.

“Other way around, baby,” You smiled reassuringly, patting his knee with your free hand. “It’s all good.”

Poe relaxed a little bit at your touch, not realizing how tensed up he actually had been — this didn’t go unnoticed under your watchful eyes.

“You know you don’t really have to do this.” You mumbled against his skin after pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “I’m not going to tease you or shit.”

He smiled, letting his eyes close as he shook his head as best as he could given the current situation he found himself in. “Well where’s the fun in that if I don’t end the night with another scar to mark the occasion?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you moved the ice cub to the back of his ear, deciding on just another minute to be safe. “What occasion?”

“950 days since we met.” He shrugged, as if it should have been a given.

“You’ve been counting?” You asked, sucking in a breath as you tried to stave back the tears that were now threatening to fall down your cheeks.

Again, Poe nodded as best as he could. “Is that weird? I’ve been keeping track so when we get to 1,000 we can crack open a bottle of champagne or some sh—“

The ice cube fell to the floor, forgotten as you kissed Poe as hard as you could without hurting him, trying to convey all of the love and tenderness you could muster for him into the movement. It still wasn’t enough to properly convey how much he meant to you. “I love you.” You whispered against his lips.

“I love you.” He mumbled back, his hands coming up to rest on your waist, a firm presence that always anchored you no matter what the situation was.

Pulling back after a few long moments, you studied his face with the softest of expressions. “We could always just nix the piercing and go to bed.”

The smile that crept up onto his lips was goofy, but his eyes betrayed the fact that he was already calculating how you two would spend the rest of your night. “Piercing first, then we’ll talk.”

Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling as your own lips turned up into a smile to match his own before grabbing the needle and cork you had sterilized beforehand. Poe’s hand came up to grip your shoulder as you placed the cork behind his ear.

“Will you count to three please?”

“That’s not gonna make it any better.”

“I know but if I know it’s — fuck!” His sentence was cut off by you quickly piercing through the little black dot you had drawn as soon as you got home between stolen kisses and rapport characteristic of your relationship as you both stumbled to the kitchen.

You smiled, batting your eyelashes as you pulled back, leaving the needle for a few minutes before swapping it out for one of your studs. “Would you look at that, Dameron.” You whistled afterwards, shaking your head. “You look pretty enough to be in Pirates of the Caribbean 12.”

Poe grumbled, a little more relaxed after you had finished up cleaning his ear and secured the earring. “It’s coming out in the morning.”

You snorted, leaning up and kissing all over his face. “That gives me, like, twelve hours to enjoy it.”

“What are you gonna make me do, talk like a fuckin’ pirate?”

You laughed even harder, leaning back and closing your eyes for a second before looking up at him with a wicked grin. “I was thinking a photoshoot, but if that’s where your mind is, I —“

Your sentence was cut off by Poe scooping you up in his arms and kissing you hard before walking the two of you to the bedroom, already counting the hours until he could take the earring out.

[stenbrozier]

Modern Losers’ Club Headcanons

Plot: Individual headcanons of the modern Loser’ about different things they’d do and love (mostly during high school)

Warnings: slight Reddie, shit ton of Stenburough, drug use + mentions of sex + swearing

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Bill Denbrough:

~ He’s the artist, everyone knew that.

~Typical art kid who won all the awards and participated in every art class his school offered.

~ He just didn’t take choir or band because we know this boy has no musical abilities at all.

~ Bill would save up all his allowance and holiday money so that he could buy that really good drawing app that he could use on his IPad.

~ After he got it, there was no way to get him to look up at you for more than ten seconds. He would fall in love with digital art.

~ Remember he took all of the art classes? Well, creative writing and poetry we’re considered arts at Derry High School, so that’s where he fell in love with writing.

~ Suprisingly, he would be really into heavy metal. Bands like Bring Me the Horizon and Of Mice and Men would blare in his headphones while he drew in his room late at night.

~ Bill would also really love watching indie movies on Netflix and other platforms. He’s lowkey a movie buff, but he doesn’t tell people too much.

~ His favorite movie from the past decade would probably be Moonrise Kingdom (good movie!!) or The Skeleton Twins (also good movie!!)

~ Bill’s favorite book would 10000% be Turtles All The Way Down by John Green because of the main character and her battle with anxiety.

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Mike Hanlon:

~ He runs a cooking YouTube channel, you can’t fight me on this one.

~ Mike would definitely have one of those motorized scooters, idk seems like a Mike thing

~ He’s in love with video games but only the ones that are based on a lot of skill. He doesn’t like first person shooters, nor does he like any games with violence at all. Tbh, Papa’s Pizzeria is right up his alley.

~ Mike would be a gym try hard, most definitely. But in every other class he’d just sit on his phone.

~ But he’s so smart that he’d pass all the tests anyway.

~ He’d work a lot just so he could afford the newest phone because he thinks it gives people less of a reason to pick on him and bully him. (News flash: it doesn’t)

~ Whenever Mike isn’t working, he volunteers at the animal shelter in Derry. He runs the Instagram account :)

~ Probably one of the guys who posts shirtless pics on Instagram because he likes the attention the girls give him in the comments.

~ Will answer any of Bill’s texts at 3am when he wants feedback on a new piece of art.

~ A secret theatre kid, no doubt. Not really a musical kid, but he loves acting and just being on stage with everyone’s attention on him.

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Richie Tozier:

~ Speaking of theatre kids, Richie is the BIGGEST fucking one. He has been in every musical and play that his school has done since 6th grade, and he was one of the best kids they had.

~ He wears Pierce the Veil and Sleeping with Sirens shirts, but Richie mostly listens to softer bands like Arctic Monkeys and The Neighbourhood.

~ He has a bi pride pin on his backpack. Kids will sometimes pull it off and throw it around, but he just pulls another one out of a ziploc bag full of them in the tiny front pouch of his bag and sticks it on there.

~ Richie unapologetically owns a Juul and will sometimes let Bev borrow it as long as she pays him “25 cents a hit”, which she never does.

~ Posts music on SoundCloud. He’s not much of a singer outside of the musicals because he’s mostly shy with his talent; however, he does a lot of instrumentals.

~ Richie shops are thrift stores most of the time. He’ll take Eddie with him and though Eddie won’t touch anything until it’s been washed twice, Richie will buy him anything he likes.

~ He LOVES Harry Potter. He found the first book when he was younger and he just fell in love with the story. He owns all the first editions and all of the movies.

~ Goes to small venues to see bands that no one knows. Richie will go to so many concerts because he likes the escape it brings for him. He’s in his element when he goes to concerts.

~ Despite what many people think, he isn’t a whore :0 He just flirts a lot and he actually didn’t lose his virginity till he was 17 at a party. He regrets it, though, cause he was drunk off his ass.

~ He was also in the color guard for his high school’s marching band. A lot of the girls from the theatre stuff begged him to be apart of it because he could dance really well, and he ended up being in it for both the indoor and outdoor seasons all throughout high school.

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Eddie Kaspbrak:

~ BOOKWORM, BOOKWORM, B O O K W O R M!!! This boy would spend every second he could just browsing the books that his school library had.

~ After he yelled at his mom for his pills, he started to kind of overcome his germaphobe tendencies, but he still was very iffy about touching things in places he’d never been.

~ For example, Richie took him to the park one time and he had never been there before, so the whole time he was holding his noses and steering clear of the snot nosed little kids.

~ Him and Richie definitely dated at some point or another. Whether to get a feel for guys or just for each other, but it did happen. Beverly was the only one who ever knew.

~ Eddie fell in love with engineering at school. He would always call one of the Losers at an ungodly hour in the morning and rant about how all of the buildings in town were built and with what materials. Honestly, Ben was the only one who shared this interest with him.

~ Eddie was the first to get his own car so all of the Losers would pile into his Jeep. Richie always tried to convince him to take off the doors, but Eddie thought that that was the biggest goddamn safety hazard he’d ever heard.

~ As they all got older, obviously him and Richie stayed close, but he also got surprisingly close with Ben and Ben would gush about Beverly to him after Eddie would excitedly explain how a car’s engine works or something like that.

~ Eddie was the one to convince Beverly to go after Ben and stop pining over Bill.

~ Eddie went to concerts with Richie all the time, and even if the sweaty roadies grossed him out, he fell in love with the bass killing his eardrums and the way the mic static could transform someone’s voice.

~ He also joined his school’s marching band (mainly cause Richie begged him) and was fucking AMAZING at playing snare drums.

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Stanley Uris:

~ He was the last one to enter high school, everyone a year ahead of him, but he was ironically the most popular among the lower class men.

~ Stan was a very private person, but his willingness to do other’s homework for $5 a page made him infamous.

~ Because of all this money he’d been making, he’d buy the Losers presents all the time. He would treat them to their favorite snacks whenever they went to Keene’s or to a new shirt whenever they went to the mall over in Bangor. And he never went over budget because he’s a goddamn accountant by nature.

~ He had a massive crush on Bill and asked him to homecoming his freshman year. Yeah, they were bullied, but Stan couldn’t have been more happier.

~ Bill convinced him to tryout for the baseball team. He tried out for pitcher and got it immediately. He was also one of the sports kids who would post on his Snapchat whenever they had a game.

~ Him and Bill ended up dating up until junior year, when Bill admitted that he wanted to date at least one girl before college and Stan wasn’t mad because he honestly wasn’t feeling it anymore. Afterwards, they both started dating cheerleaders.

~ Stan was in Calculus his sophomore year of high school, which was the class that all of the AP seniors took. Many people called him a genius, he just thanked the internet.

~ Stan fell in love with indie bands like R.O.A.R and Florence + The Machines. Richie did, however, convince him to go to concerts with him and Eds. He might’ve not enjoyed the music, but he still loved being with his best friends since diapers.

~ He didn’t like movies too much but would watch them with Bill. He enjoyed TV shows a lot more. He’s definitely a true crime baby.

~ Stan also fell in love with photography because he was forced to take the class. He begged his parents to buy him a camera for his birthday, and his many cork boards were filled with pictures of his friends and birds.

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Ben Hanscom:

~ Was a track start in high school. He ran off all of his fat and just fell in love with the high of running (tbh this is my favorite part about Ben’s character. like such a determined boy 🥺)

~ Ben enjoyed sitting at the library with Eddie and just watching him peruse books, usually pointing a few that he had read and liked. He also just loved the fact that him and Eddie were able to get so close as they got older.

~ Ben was in all the engineering courses his school offered. He was just so happy that he could take classes that pertained to the career path he wanted to go down.

~ He was able to finally get Beverly their senior year. He had been in love with her for the longest time, and she asked him to homecoming.

~ Ben also considered trying out for the football team, but it conflicted with the winter track season so he wasn’t able to; however, him, Mike, and Bill would always play their own small games in the field by Mike’s house.

~ While Stan helped everything with their math homework, Ben helped everyone with their history homework. He was a big history nerd, and everyone knew he paid attention the most.

~ He lost a bet one time and Richie was able to give him a stick and poke tattoo anywhere of his choosing. So now on the inside of his left ring finger he has R.T. written messily.

~ Ben loves pop music. He had always liked it, and some of his favorite artists were Katy Perry and Sia.

~ He rode his bike to school everyday. He was a very big proponent for the environment and hated the idea of driving, so he’d pass up the rides from Eddie or Richie and just bike with his headphones in.

~ Ben was apart of the school’s Green Team and protested climate change and the use of fossil fuels. When he had free time, he’d study ways that he could benefit the environment when he became an architect.

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Beverly Marsh:

~ She was an English wiz. It was her favorite subject, and she fell in love with analyzing poetry and other forms of literary work.

~ Beverly started to let her hair grow out again and she was relieved to see that it started to grow out straight. She hated her curly hair.

~ She bleached her hair a few times throughout high school; she hated the red because it reminded her too much of her mother.

~ Her and Richie’s friendship fell off big time, but she got super close with Bill, Ben, and Mike. Her crush in Bill didn’t deplete for a while, even after him and Stan started dating. She still had hope.

~ Eddie told her about Ben and it really changed her whole perspective on everything. But that wasn’t until junior year.

~ Though she didn’t have too good of a singing voice, she loved being in choir. The angelic reverberations throughout the auditorium whenever they performed always gave her chills and she wanted so desperately to be a part of it.

~ Beverly wrote a lot of poetry. She wrote some to her friends, to her dead mom, to her asshole dad. Just to whoever she was focused on in that moment.

~ She helped Mike after school at the animal shelter and actually ended up adopting a kitten for herself.

~ Luckily, her dad didn’t mind the cat too much as long as Bev took care of it and didn’t bother him for a single thing.

~ Beverly didn’t get her license until she was well into her twenties, but she loved hanging her arm out of the passenger’s side window of Richie’s car and listen to the bands that he’d blast with closed eyes.

[joygaytrash]

The Best Night(Painter AU)

Word Count: 1727

Notes: @rose-gold-roman Hey!! Logan!! I finished it!! Okay, okay, long story short, Logan and I have a painter au and there’s Remile, Analogical, and Royality in it!! Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy~

That night was the best night of all their lives. The three couples had tied the knot once and for all. Logan and Virgil in the morning, Remy and Emile in the afternoon, and Roman and Patton at night. Now, here they were at their reception, surrounded by their friends, family, and co-workers.

Roman was the one who came up with the idea that they should have their wedding on the same day. At first, he wanted the three weddings at the same time that day but after some discussion with the two other couples and his fiance, he finally agreed that the weddings should be at different times that day.

Virgil had dibs the morning slot for his and Logan's wedding so then he could get some extra sleep after his wedding and before Remy's and Emile's wedding. Roman and Patton had claimed the night slot for their wedding because Patton had always wanted to have a wedding with the sunset in the background and Roman couldn't say no to him. So, that left the afternoon slot for Remy's and Emile's wedding but they didn't mind.

"See? I told you combining our weddings was a good idea," Roman bragged. Patton giggled next to him, resting a hand on Roman's arm.

"Well, I will admit, it was a pretty good idea," Logan stated before taking a drink of his wine with a small smirk. Remy bit back a laugh, his obvious smile on his face. Roman only rolled his eyes at them, his smile still evident.

"Roman, your husband is an actual god," Virgil said as he walked back to the table with Emile, "I mean, that cake looks fucking fantastic."

"First off, language. Second off, thank you, Virgil!" Patton exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and giving Virgil a big hug. Virgil laughed, returning Patton's hug. Emile giggled, standing next to Remy's chair.

"Speaking of cake, let's go get a piece. We can do that thing where they shove the cake into each other's mouth," Roman suggested, standing up from his chair.

"Yeah!" Patton cheered, letting go of Virgil and took Roman's hand, pulling him towards the cake. Roman laughed, following his husband to the buffet table. Remy and Emile ran after Roman and Patton. Well, Remy ran after them, he was carrying Emile in his arms bridal style.

"Come on, you nerd, let's get some cake," Virgil said, pulling Logan out of his chair and towards the cake. Logan couldn't help but laugh, following his new husband to the table.

The six of them had gathered around the 6 layered came with the wedding guests gathered behind them. Each layer of the cake was based off each person; Logan's and Virgil's layers were on the top, Remy's and Emile's layers were in the middle, and Roman's and Patton's layers were on the bottom(Virgil may or may not have made a joke about Roman being an actual bottom). Each one of them took a turn cutting a slice, taking it from their husbands' layer.

The second Virgil had a slice of Logan's cake in his hands, he shoved it into Logan's mouth, nearly toppling the man over. After the logical man recovered, he shoved Virgil's cake slice into his mouth, actually making Virgil fall to the ground.

Laughter ripped through the three couples and the wedding guests. The flash of the camera was clear as Thomas captured the event in progress.

"Oh my god, these guys are such gay disasters," Dee commented, resting his elbow on Thomas' shoulder.

Thomas rolled his eyes, looking over at him. "Like you're any better, Dee. You literally stopped functioning last week because of that one barista winked at you," Thomas pointed out, smirking a little.

Dee blushed, puffing out his cheeks a little. "Says the guy who couldn't form proper sentences one time at the store because the cashier was, and I quote, too cute for you to handle," Dee shot back, causing Thomas to glare at him. Dee only smiled innocently at Thomas, but at the same time, stared daggers right into his soul.

"Well, if you excuse me, I'm going to hand out my business cards," Dee stated, disappearing into the crowd. Thomas rolled his eyes just as Roman ran up to him.

"Hey, gimme my camera for a bit! I wanna get some close up pictures!" Roman exclaimed, smiling at his little brother. Thomas chuckled, handing the camera to Roman.

"Here, now go have fun, Ro," Thomas said. Roman laughed and nodded before running back up to the center, his camera hanging from his neck. Thomas couldn't help but smile as he watched Roman have the best time of his life.

***

Dee sighed, leaning up against the wall at the back of the reception hall. He watched the three couples and the other guests yell and cheer. Known fact about Dee; He wasn't one for big events like weddings. But he could stand them if he was familiar with everyone, which he was, in this case.

He sighed again, taking a drink of his water when he heard a young voice.

"How did you get those pretty pictures on your arms?"

Dee looked down and saw a child, probably about 7 or 8, standing in front of him with other children around him.

"Well," Dee crouched down to the child's eye level, "I painted them on my arms myself," Dee explained. The group of children gasps before gathering around Dee and staring in awe at his arms. He chuckled, holding his arms out so they could get a better look at them.

One of the children swiped their hand over one of Dee's tattoos then frowned a little. "How did you keep the paint on your arms? Every time I paint on my arms, the paint comes off," The child asked, looking at Dee.

"Because I used magic paint," He replied. The group of children gasped again and Dee laughed.

"Does that mean you're a fairy?" Another child asked.

"That depends. None of you swear to tell, correct?"

A unison of "correct" came from the group of children and Dee nodded.

"Yes, I am a fairy and I've been sent here to share the beauty of art," Dee stated, smiling down at the children. The group squealed before practically tackling Dee into a hug. Dee laughed as the children laughed, not minding whatever eyes stared at them.

About 10 minutes later, the children's parents called them away and the children whined. Dee had told them they should go with their parents so then one day, he can paint their skin. The children nodded, said goodbye to him before running towards their parents.

"Holy fuck you're great with kids,"

Dee whipped his head around to see Remy standing there, two drinks in hand. He only chuckled, standing up from his crouching position. "I'm not good with kids, they just love the ink. There's a difference," Dee stated.

"I dunno, gurl, it looked like you were having fun too," Remy said, walking over to Dee. Dee scuffed, rolling his eyes at the artist.

"I wasn't having fun, you jackass. I was just keeping the kids distracted, that's all," Dee lied.

"Suuure, gurl, sure. Now, get rid of that plain ass water and have a real drink," Remy responded, shoving one of the drinks in his hand into Dee's hand.

"Thanks," Dee said, taking a drink of the alcohol.

"No problem, gurl,"

***

The reception was starting to die down. Wedding guests were leaving, families were saying one last goodbye before going back home across the country, and Virgil was collecting whatever decent trash was left on the tables, with Logan's help.

"Listen Lo, this will definitely come in handy for a new project, trust me," Virgil argued, smiling like an idiot to his new husband.

Logan followed Virgil to each table with a bin in hand, rolling his eyes a bit. "My moon, you say that with everything else you find and then it ends up collecting dust in our basement," Logan stated. Virgil turned to look at him, pouting slightly.

"But my suuuun, I mean it this time, I promise!" Virgil whined, pouting a little as he wrapped his arms around Logan's neck.

"Okay, fine, we can bring them home,"

"Thanks, my sun. I love you,"

"I love you too, my moon,"

Virgil and Logan shared a small kiss that got interrupted by Roman.

"Hey! That's gross," Roman shouted from across the room. Virgil pulled away and glared at Roman, flipping him off. Logan was quick to put Virgil's middle finger down, gently pushing his towards the table.

"Really Ro, what that necessary?" Patton asked, resting his hand on Roman's shoulder.

"Yes, Patton. Yes, it was," Roman replied, smiling like an idiot. Patton rolled his eyes a little and kissed Roman, humming softly. Roman kissed back, smiling even more like an idiot.

"Hey Roman, that's gross!" Remy mocked as Emile, Dee, and Thomas broke out in laughter next to him. Patton pulled away to join them, his fits of giggles flowing past his lips.

"Wow, I cannot believe that my own husband betrayed me, I think I'm gonna faint," Roman dramatically exclaimed, leaning onto Patton's shoulder with a hand over his own heart. Patton giggled more as he tried to keep Roman from falling.

Minutes later, Virgil and Logan joined the others at the table, setting the bin of trash(or as Virgil called it, art materials) on the floor.

"Well, since we have one more bottle of champagne," Dee grabbed the full bottle from the middle of the table, "Let's celebrate with one last drink before you six venture off tonight for your honeymoons," Dee suggested, being met with whoops and cheers.

Dee laughed and popped the cork off the bottle, sending it somewhere across the reception hall. Laughter broke through the table as Dee filled everyone's glass before sitting down.

"To the newly weds, who start a new journey as husband and husband and to the single pringles, well, better luck next year," Thomas said as he raised his glass. More laughter erupted as everyone else raised their glasses, clinking them against one another. The eight of them spent the rest of their time laughing and joking, sharing their favorite memories of each other, and just straight up hanging out and being friends but also family.

[waterloou]

Camp Riverdale Event

Theme one: Soulmates

Sweet Pea x OC

Deep Hues

Everyone starts off as a blank slate. As they go through life, they are touched by those who are important to them. Their soulmate’s touch will be the most opaque of these. Familial relationships have an outline, while platonic soulmates will be opaque with an outline.

Leo Lauree was a highly decorated individual. He was a 6’6 man whose dark skin carried a variety of different tones, some showing up better than others. His best friend’s hands had left baby blue splotches over his arms. His mother’s hands dipped onto his forehead from his hairline. His father’s handprints encased his cheeks in a bright auburn tone, while his grandmas left pink and magenta colors over his ears.

Sweet Pea wasn’t as lucky. Of course he had some colors over him, but they could only be seen if he were wearing a tank top. They were few, but important to him. He constantly got tattoos to make up for this his lack of color, the artist creating line art that he hoped to have filled with colors of love one day.

Sweet Pea is walking down the sidewalk of the local outlet strip, when a door smacks him in the face.

“Oh fuck!”

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Soon there were hands on his face and arms, pulling him up. As soon as the person’s skin touches his, he recoils slightly, a burning sensation left behind as he takes their hand and yanks it off

Leo steps back, holding his hand to his chest. A brilliant gold starts to spread over where the stranger had touched him. He looks up to see a glittering gold and turquoise seeping into the nose and hand of the other man. His heart picks up as he looks him over, a warmth spreading over his body and a smile appearing on his face.

Sweet Pea looks over at at the man to see the gold on his hand. His eyes widen.

“Shit” he starts to back up slowly, before running to his bike and riding off.

Leo’s hand stays outstretched for a moment, before it drops sadly, his smile with it.

-

Sweet Pea scrambles off his bike into his trailer, past Fangs at the table and to his bathroom, inspecting the new color on his skin.

“Pea? Didn’t you just leave?” Fangs stands at the door, giving his roommate a quizzical look. The taller man turns around and his friend’s face forms a smirk.

“You meet someone?”

“Is it supposed to burn when you meet someone?”

Fangs looks excited, “only your soulmate and family. And I don’t see no outline” he clapped his hands together. “You met them?!”

“Briefly”

“Why?”

“I might’ve ran away”

“Why would you do that? You’ve wanted to meet them for ages!”

“Yeah well it’s scarier than I thought it would be”

“You’re telling me that you, a gang member, are scared of meeting someone? You ok?”

“Imagine meeting the person you’re supposed to be connected to for the rest of your life! A complete stranger who you know nothing about!”

Fangs pulls up his sleeve to show a small handprint on his arm, opaque gold with an outline.

“It’s happened, and we’ve lived together as best friends for years” he smiles and lowers it.

“Give them a chance”

-

Leo sits on the steps up to his house, tracing the gold color on his skin. He holds it to the sunlight and smiles as it gleams.

Someone sits next to him and grasps his hand.

“Oh, so I see you’ve found someone” his grandma birdie brings his hand closely to her face examining the bright color.

“Gold, right?”

“Yeah”

“You’re lucky you have a color that matches your skin tone. Your grandmother left a pastel pink mark on my arm. Do you know how hard it is to match my outfits with it?”

“You always manage to”

“You’re too kind my baby boy” she pinches his cheek and smiles.

“He ran away, right after it happened. I’m sure he’s just in shock” he shrugs.

“Ohhh so its a boy. Tell me all about him!”

“Yes” he smiles at her, “he kind of reminds me of those guys from he outsiders or grease. He even has the little curl” he mimicks the curl that adorned sweet pea’s forehead. Birdie takes his face in her hands and places a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m so happy for you! We must celebrate! I’ll get the champagne!” She starts to get up, “and once you find him again, bring him over and we can celebrate all over again!” She hurries inside, and soon the sound of a bottle cork popping can be heard before a shattering of glass.

“Dear! How many times have I said not to shake it?” The voice of his other grandma calls from inside

“Not enough!” Birdie cackles back, before her head pops out.

“Come on!” She holds up the now overflowing bottle up and he follows her inside.

—

Sweet Pea sighs as he flips through his book, not even bothering to pay attention to the words on the page as he absentmindedly itches his nose.

The itch grows stronger and soon he abandons his book “fuck” he whispers.

“Hello?” A soft voice asks. He looks up to see the man who had hit him with the door, scratching absentmindedly at his hand, covered in gold.

“Uh-hi”

“May I sit?” The man motions to the seat across him. He nods dumbly, unsure of what to say next.

Leo sits across from the man, wanting to take his hand, but stopping himself.

“I’m Leo”

“Sweet Pea” Leo’s smile spreads wider, and sweet pea can’t help but mirror it, his shoulders relaxing.

“I like it. I feel like it would suit you”

“More of a teasing nickname than anything”

“I think it’s pretty”

There’s a pause, both of them not knowing what to do.

“So uh, I guess we’re soulmates?”

“Yeah.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“Whatever we want, I’m guessing” Leo’s hand inches forward, stopping just in front of the other man’s.

“I’d like to get to know you first.” a happy warmth spreads from the serpent’s nose to his toes, his cheeks flushing.

“Wanna get coffee?”

“I’d like that” Leo smiles up at the man before standing.

“You’re tall” the serpent notes.

“That’s what I’m told” Leo laughs

—-

The two sit on a rickety bench at the local pond, watching the ducks and turtles play in the water.

Leo grins as a duck waddles up to them, quacking happily. He pulls a handful of seeds out of his pocket before setting his coffee next to him, outstretching his hand to her

“There we go, good girl, good Benny” he coos as he pets her head. She nuzzles her beak into his hand affectionately before finishing her treat.

Once the food is done, she quacks again before waddling back to the pond.

“You named a duck?”

“I see her every once in a while. She’s the only one who hasn’t tried to bite off my fingers”

“You come here a lot?”

Leo nods, “I like to use this place to think,” he turns to sweet pea

“So, what would you like to tell me about yourself?”

-

The two end up talking for hours, simply enjoying each other’s presence, their hands soon joining together.

“You doin anything tomorrow?” Sweet Pea asks as they walk away from the park.

“Yes, What you have anything in mind?”

“Let me take you out for food.”

“I’d like that” Leo squeezes his hand and swings their arms, bringing a little laugh from the other man.

They spend the rest of their walk planning out the next few days, Sweet Pea’s thumb smoothing over the back of Leo’s hand the entire time

“Well, this is me” Leo sighs as they approach one of the brownstones.

“I-“ Birdie, wearing a bright outfit and loads of gaudy jewelry interrupts them, rushing down the stairs, pointing at Sweet Pea.

“IS THIS THE BOY???”

“Birdie!” her wife is right behind her, arms gently winding around her waist.

“Not now Irene-“

“Yes, this is him-”

“Leave them be darling-”

“Come on for champagne dearie-“ birdie unwinds herself from Irene’s hold and places a kiss on her cheek before flirting back inside. Irene sighs and follows her, giving the two boys an apologetic smile.

“Um-“

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. My grandmother is just...enthusiastic” Leo chuckles.

“I do have to go home, but tell her I can tomorrow.” He lifts Leo’s hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to them.

“See you tomorrow. I’ll text you?”

Leo nods, words unable to form, his hand tingling where the man’s lips had just been, a goofy smile on his face.

[handlingthis-megara-blog]

Megara Tilusi Gonzalez Egan – Character Sheet

i'm bad at love / but you can't blame me for tryin' /you know i'd be lyin' sayin' / you were the one / that could finally fix me / lookin' at my history / i'm bad at love / oh, you know, you know, you know, you know / i'm bad at love / i'm bad at love

i know that you're afraid / i’m gonna walk away / each time the feeling fades / each time the feeling fades / i know that you're afraid / i'm gonna walk away / each time the feeling fades

Archetype — The Adventurer Birthday — November 1, 1985 Zodiac Sign — Scorpio sun, Sagittarius rising, Gemini moon MBTI — ENTP Enneagram — 5: the Investigator Temperament — Melancholic Hogwarts House — Ravendor Moral Alignment — Chaotic Neutral Primary Vice — Greed Primary Virtue — Diligence Element — Earth

Overview:

Mother — Margaret Gonzalez Egan Father — Ahsan Egan (nee Haroun) Mother’s Occupation — Abandoned Meg, so who gives a fuck, right? (She’s a police officer, ex-military, random hc: she works with Copper, bc I always make everyone from Cork.) Father’s Occupation — Writer/stay at home dad. Family Finances — Not great, not terrible. Birth Order — Only child. Brothers —  None. Sisters — None. Other Close Family — None, her father doesn’t talk to his family in India and her mother’s family was never in the picture. Best Friend — None. Other Friends — None. Enemies — Ninsun, but she also sorta likes her? It’s fucked up. Her ex--Canis Greenleaf. Pets — None, though Ninsun takes the form of a sandy colored Persian cat. Home Life During Childhood — It started out pretty good, when she was five, they moved to Iraq because of her mom’s work. (She was a technician for the military, high ranking, she wasn’t out in the field.) They moved back to Ireland when Meg was ten. Her mom left abruptly when she was thirteen. She found out later that her parents had been fighting for a while and it wasn’t as abrupt as she thought. Still, her mom didn’t even say goodbye to her or anything, so that sucked. She rebelled as a young teen, smoked, did (minor) drugs, etc, etc. Had a boyfriend at the age 13. Once she got into secondary, she settled down a bit because she was actually being challenged in school and really enjoyed herself. Town or City Name(s) — Cork, Ireland -- Baghdad, Iraq -- Cork, Ireland What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Posters everywhere, always looked like a tornado had blown through. Oscillated between girly and punk. Any Sports or Clubs — Book club, chess club, football Favorite Toy or Game — Crosswords. Also Clue. Schooling — Went to public schools and military schools, got her undergrad at Dublin, masters at Oxford, PhD at Cambridge and then La Sorbonne. Favorite Subject — History Popular or Loner — Loner, but had a loyal group. Important Experiences or Events — Her mother leaving/getting accepted to school/living in Saudi/her experience with her ex Nationality — Irish Culture — an Irish/Indian/Middle Eastern hybrid Religion and beliefs — Spiritual, but doesn’t exactly have a religion, much to her father’s dismay.

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Summer Bishil Complexion — Golden/brown Hair Colour — Dark brown   Eye Colour — Brown Height — 5’3 Build — short but kind of sporty/curvy Tattoos — probably one or two Piercings — ears, had a septum when she was younger, has a nose piercing. Common Hairstyle — usually down or in a high pony, occasionally a braid. Clothing Style — a little femme punk is probably the best way to describe it. Leather jacket, dark wash jeans, boots. Mannerisms — purses her lips a lot, can talk animatedly with her hands and body when she gets passionate about something, but tends to be rather still otherwise.   Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — not really? Travel always makes her a little sick though. Physical Ailments — well sometimes her eye sees into the underworld which can give her mad vertigo lol Neurological Conditions — none Allergies —  none Grooming Habits — loves a good groom; treats herself to baths n face masks n such all the time Sleeping Habits — not so great these days, underworld nightmares, am I right? Eating Habits — good, she doesn’t eat beef, loves a good salad, a good curry, lots of protein and good for you food. Exercise Habits —  tries to exercise regularly in a lowkey way, though she has gotten a little worse in the last few months. Emotional Stability — hot temper but tries to control it behind an air of indifference. Body Temperature — runs a little cold, especially these days Sociability — used to be much more extroverted than she is now. Extroversion is her natural setting. Addictions — knowledge. Drug Use — in secondary Alcohol Use — frequent

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — abrasive, snarky, untrusting Good Habits — loyal af, self care af Best Characteristic — loyalty and being like a dog w a bone when faced with a problem. Worst Characteristic — not letting anyone in Worst Memory — finding Canis cheating Best Memory — going on her first dig! Proud of — her degree Embarrassed by — her feelings lol Driving Style — a lil reckless Strong Points — fierce, loyal, smart, a bad bitch Temperament — easy and quick to anger, always bitter Attitude — needs an adjustment Weakness — her heart and thirst for knowledge Fears — becoming invisible (not successful in her career, with no friends.) Phobias — none Secrets — so many Regrets — Canis. Feels Vulnerable When — she feels emotions for someone Pet Peeves — so many things but mansplaining is the original sin Conflicts — trust v preservation Motivation — being successful af Short Term Goals and Hopes — publish a book Long Term Goals and Hopes — be the best known in her field Sexuality — bisexual Day or Night Person — night Introvert or Extrovert — introverted extrovert Optimist or Pessimist — pessimist af

Likes and Styles:

Movies — Indiana Jones, The Mummy Movies--the classic archaeological films, of course. Also into horror movies and slashers, to the concern of her parents. Though, she also had a soft spot for certain romances: Titanic and Moulin Rouge. Her absolute favorite is Big Fish. Good luck prying that out of her. Books — loves books. Prefers nonfiction but can get into a good fiction. Magazines — none Foods — Indian food. The thing she always missed being away from home was her dad’s cooking. Drinks — Big water drinker. A water with a little lemon is her go to. Also, vodka with a little lemon. She’s not picky. Especially these days. What? She can hold her alcohol. Animals — Owls, or púcaí, which is an Irish creature that was always benevolent to Meg, since she was born on Puca day. Sports — loves a good game of football  Social Issues — women’s rights, anything discriminatory she’s fiercely against Favorite Saying — some old middle eastern proverb probably Color — purples and pinks, they’re soft, lovely colors. She doesn’t wear them very often, but they’re definitely her favorites. She has like purple binders and a purple phone case, stuff like that, where you can definitely pick up on her favorite. Though, her favorite shade is probably a magenta kind of color, as that is what the “purple” of the ancient world would look like. She also is a big fan of turquoise and owns a lot of turquoise jewelry, both because she likes it and also because it has protective powers. Clothing — loves her leather jacket, wears lots of boots and darker colors. Jewelry — usually can be seen wearing a decent amount of jewelry. Games — clue is her fave, also likes word games and puzzle games, etc. Music — Dad rock. Loves KISS, Bruce Springsteen, Pearl Jam, The National, Counting Crows. Classics like Queen and the Beatles, etc. She also loves some good girl groups and artists. Definitely a fan of Florence and Beyonce, Elle King, Ginny Wigmore, Aretha Franklin, Christina Aguilera--I could keep going. She’s an avid music-consumer. Definitely that person that hung posters on their wall and was obsessed with certain band members and groups.  Greatest Want — to be the very best, like no one ever was Greatest Need — to learn to trust in her heart

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Castle Suites Household furnishings — modern n chic, tho also lots of books Favorite Possession — probably her books Most Cherished Possession — the recipe book her dad gave her when she moved out the first time. Married Before — nope, was secretly engaged though Significant Other Before — a few dates here or there but she was always focused on her studies Children — god no Relationship with Family — she’s a daddy’s girl for sure, but they’ve been distant since the Ifrit. Car — none, she can drive tho Career — archaeologist/professor Dream Career — exactly what she’s doing Dream Life — exactly her life minus the huge betrayal and the Ifrit. Though, the Ifrit has its perks. Love Life — no. Talents or Skills — has access to pretty unlimited knowledge thanks to the Ifrit, but she’s hella smart on her own. Knows several languages, also really sharp reflexes. Intelligence Level — high Finances — stable

[tploz]

RULES - Bold statements are true & tag 15 people - tagged by @bitterbritishbisexual (Thank you so much!! I’m sorry it took me so long to do it ;-;)

APPEARANCE

I am over 5′5″ / I wear glasses / contacts / I have blond hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear baseball hats backwards (ironically of course >:) ) 

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language (um nearly?) / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing(BONCH DO I) / I can do origami / I prefer movies to TV shows / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work breaks / I can do a handstand

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them / I have traveled outside of the country / I have flown on an airplane / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / I have had a near-death experience(i grew up on a farm and i live in cork, some the most dangerous things you could do tbh) / I have caught something on fire / I have performed in a talent show / I have shot a gun / I have been on TV(nationwide lmao) / I have gone scuba diving / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have gone on a shopping spree

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend / I have known a friend for over ten years / I have a brother / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / My crush has confessed to me / I have had a long-distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sun rise / I enjoy rainy days / I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / The sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / Autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote  / I like the smell of Sharpies / I am involved in extracurricular activities / I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive stick-shift / I have memorised an entire song in a day / I believe in true love / I dream up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived in a video game / I have a canopy above my bed / I am multi-racial / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs / I am LGBT+

I tag: @restlessmaknae @sheeptopus @nadiepie @sofiesakura @bkquk @llynnfics @dat-town @melody-clark @captainuhura @doctorit

[otayuriwriterscollective]

Otayuri 3x3 Fic Recs

Hi everybody! It’s time for another installment of Otayuri 3x3 Fic Recs! Thank you for all the support! This is apparently the “longfic edition” of the rec list, and I didn’t even do that intentionally.

Don’t forget to check out the prompt voting form for our Otayuri Olympics Week event! Voting will be open until the end of the day on January 24, USA eastern time.

Here are 3 SFW and 3 NSFW fics we’re featuring this week. 

SFW Fics

otabekaltindaily reblogged your post by pissedofsandwich

4.6k - Complete

OTABEK ALTIN DAILY

Giving you a daily dose of Kazakhstani Worlds bronze medalist Otabek Altin.

Click HERE for 2014-2015 Season Schedule

Click HERE for livestreams

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Or: Otabek's fans aren't half as rambunctious as Yuri's fans are, but they're just as dedicated as Yuri's Angels - not to mention protective.

soldier boy, tripping over himself to win my praise by thissupposedcrime

38k - WIP

Yuri cannot crater down the path Victor blazed, happily forsaking Russia and his career for an international love affair. Neither will Kazakhstan's favorite son.

Or Yuri and Otabek from 2016-2026 and the competitions, weddings, and longing that define them.

Summer, 2019

“Yuri, why are you photoshopping Victor into advertisements on male baldness?” Otabek’s voice croaks out from the bedroom’s doorway, rough from disuse at 3 AM.

“You’re the one who told me to control my temper by doing something relaxing,” Yuri replies, distracted as he edits a shine to Victor’s forehead.

Otabek is confident that somewhere in America, Leo de la Iglesia is frantically researching, “How to host an intervention when your friend is dating a jerk?”

till our compass stands still by dinosar

77.6k - WIP

somehow, somewhere along the way, a line had blurred into something less distinct, and yuri had come to the sudden realization that maybe he was in love with his best friend.but of course, he'd had to realize it at the worst possible time.

(a study of otabek and yuri's friendship as the years pass, and how it changes into something new)

NSFW Fics

The Bodyguard by ArabellaFaith

51.6k - Complete

Admin note: Please make sure to read the warning in the notes on the first chapter of this work.

Yuri is a high class escort that specializes in fetish. If you can dream it, he'll make it happen - for a price. But putting himself at the mercy of his clients has ended badly before, and he hires bodyguard Otabek Altin to step in when things get out of hand. It's supposed to be an easy job. It's supposed to be just work. Neither of those things stay true for long...

Just A Little Prick by accidental-mormon (crazyhomoinspace)

65.8k - Complete

Yuri Plisetsky is a tattoo artist at the locally-famous eros + agape body arts. When Otabek Altin accompanies a coworker for his first tattoo, he finds that it's not the artwork that draws his eye. [tattoo artist!yuri] [dj!otabek]

Yuri’s Kitten by BoxWineConfessions

5.2k - Complete

“I don’t believe you’re actually a witch,” The crystal ball plugs into the wall, and Georgi had to consult the instruction booklet for his tarot deck during the reading.Georgi leans over his crystal ball and leers at him. “I’m not the one who’s having a hard time telling my boyfriend I’m a desperate needy bottom. So just drink this,” Georgi tucks a small glass bottle with a cork stopper on the top into his palm. “And let Georgi’s love potion work it’s magic.

OR

Otabek wants nothing more than to bottom for Yuri, but can't seem to bring himself to ask. He seeks help from the good witch Georgi, who sells him a potion that will grant him his deepest desires. Turns out the optimal way to get Yuri to fuck him, is to become a needy cat boy in the throes of heat.

[sleepingdragon-rp]

☆ CLEO NGUYEN  —

BASICS

★ BIRTH DATE / 16 June, 1955 ★ BLOOD STATUS / Half-blood ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cis female ★ FACECLAIM / Levy Tran

ACADEMICS & CAREER

★ PRIMARY SCHOOL / Cork Wizardry College, class of 1974 ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts, class of 1977 ★ OCCUPATION / Tattoo Artist

POINTS OF INTEREST

★ Cleo came to the United Kingdom when she was ten. Vietnam was the only country she had ever known, and she learned quickly that it was important to become a chameleon in this new and foreign land. That even among the wixen, being different was being wrong. Her parents had always done their best, opening up their own Vietnamese restaurant, luring in customers anyway they could. It was never enough where money was concerned, but they had a gifted daughter who could turn anything into art. Their future was settled, so long as they could fund Cleo to go to the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts. The scheme might have worked, had it not been for their untimely demise that led to Cleo putting aside the dream to care for her parents, both taken ill by some unfamiliar disease that no one could quite place. They didn’t last long. Three months later, they were dead, and their restaurant, which they had spilled their life savings into once they moved, was rendered pointless. Cleo was left wondering where she went from there. Grief hadn’t suffocated her, but a different feeling began to set in. Freedom seemed too cruel a term, but she had never had much issue with being alone, or with being around others. Her disposition was to never stay the same, but to always become something else. Not better. Not worse. Just different. She never lingered long.

★ What she did learn was living was expensive, and while she enjoyed art, and her time at the Academy, she couldn’t see herself surrounded by snobs who cared more about brush strokes than substance. So, she turned to something else. Tattooing. Many might have scoffed at this latest endeavor, but thanks to her transfiguration skills, married with her art, no one in the Wizarding World can quite bring a tattoo to life better than Cleo. That, however, was never the end of her business dealings. Thanks to her location in Cardiff, known for offering a seedier underbelly than other wizarding areas, secrets became almost as important as money. And, thanks to her overall disillusionment with the general population, she’s more than willing to sell those secrets—just don’t expect any discounts. Good. Bad. Somewhere in-between. Cleo has made it a part of her business model to lay people down, prick them with needles, and gain a tip of more than just knuts and galleons.

★ These days, Cleo is impossible to ignore. Both of her arms are covered with moving images, always one to test out new techniques on herself. Vibrant. Colorful. She has learned, as she quickly moves into the 25th year of living, that it is in the shadows where true talent can grow and flourish. Where a life’s purpose can be crafted from nothing. Maybe she is a little too different. Too foreign. Too disestablishment. Too untrustworthy. Either way, the world was built on far less, and who is she to not take what was given to her, and make it work for her own particular needs? She considers herself to be an equal opportunist. Nothing more, nothing less. The world can bend for her.

★ Though she makes sure that as much skin is exposed on herself as possible, you will likely never see Cleo’s bare hands. She feels extra sensitive to touch, as though reaching out to something with bare skin might allow her to read them more than she might want to. So, she wears gloves. Obviously she’ll wear gloves while doing her tattoo work, but she also has an entire selection to match her different outfits perfectly. Keep your hands to yourself.

TRAITS

✓ artistic; quick-thinking; intelligent ✗ disloyal; secretive; grudge holding

☆ OOC — WRITTEN BY ALYSSA, SHE/HER

[24-karat-klothing]

Red I Back The Red For My Brother T Shirt

You don’t want to be with the man allow that man to be in his child because no way to protect the child like that me no other man is going to jump in front is going to take a Red I Back The Red For My Brother T Shirt bullet for that child like Batman know what not even you Desmond news report at the news report of children that died in house fires but the mother made it out there’s not many new stories of children and I house fires and the father made it out it’s usually the children and the father died in a house fire or the father dies in a house fire to children and and is like being a single mother now like the left has made this shit a hold virtue like being a single mother as it is greatly called Queens and. This is the coat which is nice but that’s a nice upgrade to the video source of the four Spidermanand here’s the last of the spider people so I got Spiderman 2099 so this is Spiderman from the future so he’s okay but is also lanky body like it’s a little too skinnyand happy to have this character but I felt spider he suffers from some of the same issues as well like it’s nice figure like this character but you see there is presumably a double jointed knees these figures are just maybe a little too small to handle all of articulation makes them look a little wonkyand the number two of the spider woman there so I get the the original spider one who is a theater near youand I also get the second letter which is Julia Carpenterand others figure here most the discoloration on the chest there she should be pretty stark blackand white but she’s got dusty gray paint job great so as far as comparisons go so I do having Spiderman 2099 which I think is better although he also suffers a little bit 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your award for short time but I was only rhino figures over the years with that is openface look like a virus nice change of pace that one of the accident is cooler here are some more Spiderman villains I paired these get together Primus just because they’re green so the first we’ve got these corking now you might be thinking this does not look like the scorpion because this is figures actually based on the ultimate scorpion so he fought the open Spiderman and alternate reality which was similar to the regular changes for example the scorpion was not Max Gergen but was actually a clone of Peter Parker so I was there were preferred to have a classic scorpion but that the same time via the alternate universe had like a cool conceptand ideas dyslexic cool costumeand so you glad I got this blood would’ve preferred to get a classic scorpion on with it seems the only scorpion also electric there that’s a lecture classic costume so here’s electroand you may notice himand hello time you need 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