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[alterego77]

[wroteclassicaly]

Pick You Up At 7

(Gator Tillman x Plus size!Female Reader)

Summary: When your date goes bad, Gator reacts in unexpected ways.

Warnings: Language, implied smut/smut, low self-esteem, body dysmorphia, food insecurity, fat phobia, fat shaming, Gator and reader roast one another, have nicknames, mentions periods, Gator being a tad misogynistic, anxiety, and depression.

Word count: 2,913

Pairings: Gator Tillman x Plus size!Female Reader

A/N: This one isn’t for the faint of heart, folks! It’s straight up self-indulgent, it’s intense. So… yeah. Read the warnings and read at your own risk! Wanted to provide a little release/comfort for myself, and I’m proud of this one!

You knew they were laughing as soon as you got into the office the next morning. Not so subtle hushed whispers and baiting for remarks that you’d normally snap back with. But you keep your head down, lunch forgotten in the car. You’d never let someone tell you what he had last night, not usually, but you’re sure that it’s what you expect from the guy you hate yourself for really wanting - will do, that’s got you worked up the most.

No, that’s a lie. It’s an added situation, but what happened on your date last night, you’ve never felt so disgusted or panicked.

The men continue to talk before they go back to paperwork and shit talking, leaving you to shed your winter attire carelessly by your rolling desk chair. You sit down as if it’ll break, pulling your long gray buttoned down cardigan over your form. It’s not what you usually wear, either. Proud to show off your figure, knowing the guys here aren’t into your extra pounds, it never bothered you that much to put your cleavage on display while working in the police station as their only secretary. If they have any inkling towards you, then it’s ‘do me a favor’ or ‘get a beer for me, maybe join the rest of the boys as we hit on every other female but you’ kinda thing.

The air in the place changes before the sound of his thick leader combats approaches your desk. You keep your head down and plead, pretending to organize old files that are ready for the shredder.

Please don’t. Please don’t come over here. Please. Please.

“Hey, twerp.” He leans over the counter, vape in one hand, his newly freed arm propped across his other.

You raise a brow as your simple acknowledgement, trying to hold your breath as his cedarwood cologne and mint hair gel soak into your nostrils when he bends down to sort through the little decorative holographic candy dish you keep. Annoyingly, seconds later he’s whining. “Where’s the goods at? The fuck? Shit’s practically empty.”

Go away.

You manage to speak, cringing at how cracked your voice is, dangling over the precipice of breaking down. Here. In front of everyone. In front of him.

“I’m working right now. Go to the Dollar Tree if you want candy so fuckin’ bad.” You don’t even address him with a nickname or his last name. And it unnerves him. With a shove of your small crystal bowl, you watch the leftover mints slosh onto the counter and over your papers, and only then your reaction is what he wants. He needs you to look at him.

He’s smirking and chewing on the filter of his vape, blowing a smoke cloud into the air and making you grit your teeth. That clock in the distance sounds louder, cheaper. And Gator Tillman takes your distracted gaze and creeps around and starts looking at your desk. It’s your space here, regardless. And up until now, he used to know that too. You sigh, asking him what he’s doing,

“Where’s your purse, kid? You must be hiding it all in there. You on the rag, that it? Would explain why you’re being a bitch and the stuff isn’t here.”

“Gator…”

He kicks your coat aside, but pauses his searching when you say his name. Like a damned addiction he can’t yet admit to

“Calm your granny panties down. Where is it at?”

“It’s not here.” You’re losing control of yourself. He keeps pushing.

“Why? You know nobody gives a shit if you bring your red tide plugs in here. Can’t have you bleedin’ all over shit. It’s mighty unprofessional, you know?”

“Take your shriveled little ballsack elsewhere, I’m bored with you.” He’s grateful you’re engaging, hands sliding over his cargo pockets and patting.

“Or —“

Your heart rate accelerates, knowing exactly where this is going. It’s why he originally came to your desk, you’re not stupid.

“ — You didn’t get laid last night. Would also explain this crap.”

“Stop it.” It's pathetic, a weak demand, even to your ears, but it’s all you got, that anxiety clawing your esophagus and winding up around your lungs like a cobweb, squeezing like a vice.

“I told you he was a loser, darlin’. You never listen. So what happened?”

“I asked you to quit.”

“And I asked you what happened. What? He’s too much of a pussy to put it in when there’s a little blood? Did it make him queasy —“

You’re out of your chair and facing him, hands on his leather jacket. And he’s down in your chair, the wheels moving so fast that he flies back and hits the filing cabinet, scattering things everywhere, his legs coming up and then his heels slamming down rather comically. The guys howl in the background, making Gator having to inhale sharply to get it together. You’re walking away from him and down the hall to the restroom where he follows, walking right in behind you and slamming his hand on top of the metal stall door to prevent it from closing.

You try but it’s no use. Your fight is gone, the burn blurs your vision, scorching your throat, making everything hazy.

“You don’t fuckin’ do that to me in front of them, you hear me? You don’t disrespect —“

A sniffle that would’ve been quieter, it echoes in the expanse of the cold, gray walls. You pass him and find yourself clutching the sink, pleading. It’s like you’ve lost all ability to walk, to think, to process how to guard your tightly kept emotions.

And it scares Gator Tillman to death.

“Gator, please just go away?”

His boots creak and squish on the floor as he pivots and finds a space beside you, folding knuckles resting beside your hand, nearly touching, a warmth that threatens you both within its encasement.

“Is this about your outfit? The baggy sweater thing? You know the guys all stare at your big tits when you wear those other tops, right?”

You’d laugh, even be prideful, but you don’t believe a damned thing right now. Because in spite of what he says, you know Gator has a soft spot in his heart that isn’t touched by his namesake’s cruelty. You shake your head and watch him take the vape out, your eyes glistening with tears when you take in his form. He blows a line of smoke and damn near chokes when he sees the actual tears drip down your cheeks.

“Can I have a hit of that?” It’s a bold move. In part because you always roast him for it, and two, because his mouth has just been on it and he’ll get to taste you. You’ll be tasting each other.

He hands it to you, fingers brushing yours. He wants nothing more than to touch you, and he has to fight himself where he stands, feeling an electricity at the nape of his neck that shocks his flesh full of goosebumps, as you wrap your lips around the mouthpiece and puff a few times, coughing. He smiles softly, in spite of the situation.

You, you’re trying to mull over how you can taste his minty saliva beneath the nasty ass acidic fruit cloud that’s misting over your lungs. “Jesus Christ, what flavor is that?”

Taking it back, he’s all too eager to sample you, clicking his lips together and pocketing the vape. “Think it’s banana kiwi.”

There’s a comfortable beat before you both remember why you’re here. It dawns on Gator then, and you both know it. There’s this dark look that pools in the mossy oak of his gaze, drowning out all rationality. His voice cracks sharp, a tone that you’ve never heard before. “Did he hurt you? What happened last night?”

“Just drop it, okay?” You find your voice again, but Gator is already seeing red, a tunnel vision of fire and brimstone with your date from the night prior.

You aren’t ready for it, not in the slightest. Your skin prickles to life, body drenched in elation, relief, and struggling to catch up with your racing heartbeat. His pointer and middle fingers find your chin in the gentlest press, tilting. “Kiddo…”

“Doesn’t matter what he did.”

“You know it fuckin’ does.” Gator’s thumb twitches as it catches a teardrop. It tracks across your jaw and back.

You’re a little angry now, finally snapping at him like an animal that’s cornered. “Fine. You wanna know what he did, Mr. Prom King?” Gator winces at how you use his former title, clearly not impressed. You didn’t run in the same circles and he knows where this is going.

“Twerp, c’mon —“

“Just shut your mouth and listen for once, since you want to know so badly.” Your hands leave the speckled counter and you step away, swiping at your damp eyes. “He took me to dinner and waited until the waiter came to take our orders, to tell them that he wasn’t paying for mine. And you know, I just thought he was a douche. But I guess he had the smarts to wait until the waiter left again before he told me that what I ordered wasn’t appropriate, so he didn’t feel comfortable paying for it.”

Gator, still a little confused, speechless, questions, “Well, what did you get?”

“Steak and fries.” You want to scream at what Gator is not seeing.

“But most people like that kinda shit? I eat that every weekend —“

You blow out a breath that causes you to choke on a small whimper. This causes Gator to change his tune. “Wait…”

“He thought I should have the side salad for ‘someone my size.’ And after dinner was over, he made it a point to inform me that no one would go out with someone dressed in a dress that tight. How embarrassing it is.”

Gator is positively seething now, teeth clenching. And the fact that you wore this for the dickbag and he wasn’t all over you?

“I pointed out that at least half a dozen women in the restaurant were wearing more revealing outfits, that it’s not up to him or anyone else to judge. And he couldn’t wait to cut me off to let me know that he didn’t care about that. He cared about…” Your voice breaks and you laugh in wet disbelief.

“He cared about what?” Gator’s tone is at toxic levels now, nearing a whisper.

There’s no way to hide how you're openly sobbing now, snotting, lower lip quivering. “He cared about girls like me thinking guys like him wanna see someone who weighs this much, wearing something like that.”

“He needs his ass strung up on a barn door and used as target practice —“

“Don’t act like you give a shit, Tillman. I’ve seen the posters in your room, the girls you flirt with at the bars, the ones you talked to in school. Don’t be a fucking marauder with me.”

“How do you know? You didn’t even know me in highschool!” He’s offended and it pisses you off. Another fib. In this small town everyone knows everyone, or at least hears of them - that is a given.

“Oh, I knew you. I knew your crowd. And you all made it abundantly clear I was to stay out of the way. You’re just like all of the other assholes around here when it comes to how you treat women, nothing changes. Weight defines everything, even when it shouldn’t, no matter what body type a person has. It always does to people.”

“Then why the fuck did he ask you out if he was going to act like a bitch?” Gator goes straight for it with a sigh of confusion.

You laugh this time, a sound that levels Gator with diabolical unease. “He was bored and wanted someone to get him off, so he thought I’d be an easy enough, sure thing. Entitled fucking prick.”

It’s a somber silence after, your dying sniffles ceasing as you swipe your nose and attempt to collect yourself, stomach hollow and nauseated. You can’t stay here anymore, not after this. You manage to look at Gator and step with one hand on the bathroom door. “I’m going back to work. If you can not tell the other guys, I’d appreciate it.”

And as Gator is left alone in the cool, dim light bathroom, he’s already formulating an idea, going straight out the back entrance and into his squad car.

The next hour went by quicker than you thought, giving you time to push away all thoughts of your confrontation and reveals with Gator. You’ve given him more ammo to tease you with, but you’re also wondering why he’s not here? You’re in the midst of stacking new department funding files when you hear it. Your date’s voice.

“I didn’t do nothin’! You know I didn’t!”

And another, one that has your mouth going dry.

“Get your ass movin’, pencil dick.”

Your jaw is close to dropping, becoming unhinged seconds later as Gator rounds the corner in his gear, your date’s collar clutched in his fist, the vape in the other, and a very noticeable split across your date’s lip, complete with a bloodied nose. Gator stops short in front of the desk, shoving your date into its edge. He’s panting heavily, raising a brow at you, Gator amused from behind.

“Hey, twerp.” Gator grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Got a booking for ya to process!”

“I… what?” You come up with.

“You gonna tell her what you did, shitbird?”

“What’s going on?” You and Gator are going back and forth, your former date nearly ignored. This is not a coincidence. And you’re practically glued to your chair at the notion that Gator went after him in your honor.

Does this mean…?

“Caught this fucker side swiping candy at the damned Dollar Tree. What kind of prick does that when it’s a dollar?”

“I was not!” Your date is shouting.

The Dollar Tree? Wait…

You feel as if you’ve been hit with a pillow and swallowed the feathers, enjoying their light tickles that scratch at your throat. You want to laugh. By golly, you almost do. Gator whistles for another officer that takes your date down the hall. Seconds later he’s leaning on bended elbows, jacket crunching, his voice a whispered hum for you to hear, and you alone.

“Didn’t wanna forget this.” He unravels his arms and slides one into his pocket, his massive palm full of the candy you both like. He lets it spill into your dish, waiting a few beats before speaking again. “All good now.” With a snatching of his favorite piece of chocolate, he knocks his knuckles on your countertop.

“Get him processed in, yeah?”

You nod dumbly, watching him walk away. He turns around and waves with one finger, however, before he meets the other policeman and your ex-date.

“By the way, be ready at seven. I’m gonna pick you up and we’ll get supper.” He elgonates a leather clad arm, fingertips drumming on the doorway. His voice is raspy when he focuses back on you, eyes dark in a completely different way. “Wear that dress too.”

Your legs tighten together and you pinch at your cardigan, fanning yourself.

“You get your ass movin’ down that hallway, short stack!” Gator finishes, turning to you one last time and flashing a cheeky little wink.

Gator did indeed pick you up in his truck. Seven on the dot. He wore nice dark jeans and a crisp white button up, loosened to let a silver chain peek out, nestled amongst the thick chest hair, his leather jacket over him, hair slicked back, and his watch and normal boots. You wore that tight dress with a little unease, and slightly heeled boots over your sheer black tights, a few rings adorning your hands. When Gator walked you to your side of the car after walking you out of your house, you weren’t regretting anything about the purchase of the form fitting dress any longer.

When you got to dinner, Gator waited as you ordered, encouraging you to get the steak and fries that he knew you wanted. And after drinks, you shared the biggest piece of chocolate cake in the joint. Conversation flowed easy, felt good. Your old date wasn’t mentioned, but you both knew. Gator had taken you back to his place (per your request), where he’d laid you down in his bed and held your legs open until you were begging him to fuck you. And that he did.

His hand splayed atop yours, your dress around your waist, he’d taken you from behind, plaster escaping his paneled wall as a result. When that had ended, he’d stripped you free of everything, and walked you to his mirror, chin on your shoulder, fingers in your cunt. Showing you what he liked about your body, but telling you that it doesn’t matter what anyone but you thinks. And if anyone thinks differently, he’d put them all away. Impractical, but enough to cause you to cream his thick digits and soak his floor.

The next day, you’d worn your most low cut top with pride, settling at your desk to another empty candy dish. When you look up, Gator is smiling in your direction, that damned vape in one hand, candy wrapper in the other.

We all need someone to help us feel good about ourselves sometimes.

[t-top-apologist]

At the end of the day the average civilian wishes to be catered to like an old money steel baron or perhaps one of those chaps from Downton Abbey. The entirety of modern society has come together to enable this, mass-producing cheap facsimiles of fortunes that should rightly either be built on child labor or perhaps serfdom.

Their lawns, taking up what could otherwise be used to grow crops or serve as "outdoor garage space," exist to ape the wide ranging estates meant for the nobility to chase down a fox while adorned in silly jackets. Their houses sport columns and stupid windows meant to imitate three different classical artforms at the same time because of something called "economies of scale." They even have male-centric social clubs meant for parlour games, discussing sports, and dining with friends, in this case franchised out under such names as "Buffalo Wild Wings."

This aping of the upper class continues to the hire of "artisans" to do relatively simple work deemed too complicated to warrant the time of the average citizen. It's not that the jobs are too taxing for your average person, but rather that the market has crystallized around the desire to live like budget royalty. Therefore they take their wafer-thin computers to artisans (now more commonly called "experts" or "Apple geniuses") for repair and have democratized the position of carriagemen to 22 year old dealership lube techs named Ryan who will turn a 15 minute job into a 30 minute endeavor thanks to frequent vape breaks and a brief brush with what the industry refers to as "a misplaced drain bolt."

The mid-40s project manager and mother of 3 is no less competent when changing oil than her grandfather before her who knew what "Valve Lash" is, but what separates the two is a series of wars in the 1900s that required an entire generation of men to become very familiar with operating and repairing machines better than the Germans and Japanese (an exercise that Chrysler would later abandon in favor of the phrase "if you can't beat em, join em").

This conflict ended with a surge of able-bodied men finding themselves returning to their project management jobs (like their granddaughters after them) but armed with captured German weapons and a comprehensive understanding of tubochargers. Just as a line can be drawn from troop drawdowns to political violence, there's a distinct correlations between GIs returning home and the violence with which Ford Flathead V8s were torn apart by inventive supercharging methods paired with landspeed record attempts.

Give a man a racecar and he'll crash it on the salt flats in a day. Teach a man to repair a racecar and it will sit in the garage of his suburban house for a few years in between complete engine rebuilds required by what can only be described as "vaporized piston rods."

Of course this hotrodder generation created the circumstances we live in today, as the market saw their fast cars cobbled together from old prewar hulks and simply stamped out new ones from factory, faster and more convenient for the next generation than building one from scratch. Now the project manager mother of 3 drives a 4wd barge with climate controlled seats boasting more computing power than the moon mission and an emissions-controlled powertrain with more horsepower than her grandfather's jalopy and her fathers factory muscle car combined. And she doesn't care at all.

Yet Amongst the average civilians there walks a rare breed: people who know how to change their own oil. We the chosen move among you silently, bucking the system, operating outside the cultural helplessness and trading in forbidden knowledge in almost-abandoned forum threads (flame wars over conventional vs synthetic).

While we do have a marked air of superiority about this, I can't say I haven't stooped to imitating the rich myself. I've been known to wear a silly jacket from time to time.

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

can imagine taking kyle's hat and wearing it and he doesn't even bother to take it from you because "you look so cute" (said in private only).

can imagine smoking with kyle in his car and making out while super high.

can imagine kyle being a drug dealer and you go with him to drop off.

can imagine inhaling the smoke kyle blows from his mouth when he vapes (sometimes even stealing his ghosts).

can imagine going on late night car rides with stan driving and kyle on aux. except half the time you force kyle to sit in the back seat so you can rest your head on his lap.

can imagine kyle's mom reading to you all the time. like you'll go over just to snuggle into sheila's shoulder as she reads to you and kyle will walk out of his room all tired and in his pj's late at night asking "what? since when were you here?" as he rubs his eyes. then he forces you to come lay down with him as he goes back to sleep.

can imagine kyle calling you "mrs. broflovski" for fun.

can imagine kyle complaining about cartman for hours on end to you as he runs hands through your hair.

can imagine giving kyle corn rows and he actually looks good with his red curly corn rows.

can imagine telling kyle about all the guys you've been with and him giving reasons as to why he's better than them.

can imagine kyle growing plants in red solo cups on his windowsill and calling them his "babies".

can imagine kyle making fun of half the things you own. like if you own manifesting crystals (even just if you think they're pretty) he's all "you really think that shits works?" laughing.

can imagine kyle was one of the kids who moaned in the back of class in middle school.. but back then it was funny.

can imagine calling kyle "booby" in front of his friends and he gets all flustered and embarrassed and pretends to hate it (he secretly loves it and he loves the fact that you took that from his mom).

can imagine kyle brushing his teeth with you in the bathroom with him at the sleepovers so that he can just listen to you talk.

can imagine kyle's favorite flavor of vape is strawberry ice and he could argue with stan all day about how it's better than "lush mint ice" which is stan's favorite. (that also sounds literally heavenly).

can imagine kyle calling you things like "baby, honey, princess, babe, pretty, etc." even though you guys aren't dating. it's his little bad habit and you think it's so cute and always slander cartman for opening his mouth about it. because we all know cartman would attempt to correct kyle in a heart beat saying "dude she isn't your girlfriend.".

[astarion-can-spawn-me]

Archon

Club Owner!Astarion x Journalist!Reader

Modern Au

Warning: Heavy partying, drugs and alcohol mentioned

Just a little continuation of the modern one shots I'm making of the Baldur's Gate 3 characters and what their modern jobs would be. At first I pictured him as being some flamboyant designer, but it started to seem way too obvious and surface level for him. Though something about him meticulously rising in the party scene with his own club seemed to be way more fitting in my head the more I thought about. I'm also heavily inspired by my big city club scene, I spent many weekends getting sucked away in their extravagance. Also a little bit of my mom's stories of the 90's and early 2000's club scene.

The lights were heavy and blinding, the smell of sweat and body order in the air. The smell of lust was all too familiar between all the mingled bodies under those strobing lights, moving and swaying. All either high off the meaning of the life of night, drugs, alcohol. Hair and clothing swishing back in such a mesmerizing way, almost as if it was under the influence of witch craft, if you would count the party scene as such.

Which it could, the party scene was extravagant in the big cities, it was a time to let loose and let the big city take you in with it's embrace, whether it be done with safety or with the smirk of the devil disguised as a smile. You couldn't tell as you glanced around you, almost feeling yourself getting hypnotized by the graceful and sometimes sloppy movements of the people around you. Hell, it could have been the second high of the weed that hung heavy off their panting breathes. Though you were here with a purpose, with a job to do.

You sent here to hopefully snag an interview with the owner. He popped out of nowhere in the big cities downtown party scene. It was catching the attention of everyone. Anyone who had a name and a credit to follow, frat boys and sorority girls, even the minorities such as the LGBTQ community. That one garnered much attention from the conservatives the minute they introduced their drag shows to their mainstage, even now old women and men stood outside those tinted windows of the front doors clutching their pearls and purses as they yelled their obscenities to ward whatever evil they felt lurking behind those doors. Also other groups were starting to raise the worries of drug fueled nights happening within the building, worried of a spike in drugs within the city.

Now that was a worry that your local newsletter was raising within their own cubicles. They wanted the hot and heavy scoop on this place that almost everyone seemed to be in harmony in. Drunk off the simple charisma of the atmosphere.

Definitely a form of witchcraft in the air you thought as you continued your journey past the outstretched hands beckoning you to join them in their blissful stupor, tacky hands of sweat a reminder of all those people passed by upon your exposed arms and clouds of smoke from vapes swirling your senses. Your eyes kept scanning the crowds, looking for what, you had no idea, the building was packed to the brim as you continued your journey. A perilous one at that, you thought you felt the crunch of a broken glass cup beneath your shoe here and there. thankfully what you guessed were employees were quick to push everyone backed to sweep up the mess, that ocean soon engulfed that once empty space.

"Sweetheart, you look lost! Have a seat and get your bearings! It's $3 shots tonight!" Called out a voice almost crystal clear from over the heavy techno music. A man beckoned you forward, silver hair taking on the shade of whatever strobing light sweep across those strands. The sleeves of his button down rolled upon upon his arms. You could see that it was slightly wrinkled from his constant and skillful movement behind that bar. Faint droplets of whatever alcohol he poured tonight resided upon those wrinkles as well.

Despite all that, he still managed to look put together, mesmerizing, unlike the sweaty fools all around you.

But you were no fool, definitely not. You marched up to the bar that was littered with the remnants of condensation from the last glass that once rested their, slightly damp napkins also littering the surface.

"Actually, as shocking as this might sound, I'm not here to drink, is there anyway I can speak to the owner?" You called back over the obnoxiously loud music. You could have sworn it was vibrating ever organ, every cell, every single fiber of your being.

"Oh?" He spoke with a raise of his brows as he slid a drink over to another patron, them swaying off with their liquid luck to help them pushing for their night of fun and carefree. "He's not in at the moment, but I'll tell you what! He usually comes back when the lights come back on for clean up at 2:00, come back then." you didn't know if that smile was genuine, you couldn't help but sense a hint of mischievousness upon those pale lips.

"Good! I'll be back then, let him know that the Baldur's Post wants to ask him a few questions!" You shouted back. Though you weren't too hopeful that it would even happen as you made past all those sweaty hands once more and back into the fresh air of night where people lulled about, making out, fighting with the few protestors, or even wiping away tears as their friends coddled them from whatever happened that night.

Your cue to reenter the coven like place was when the hoards of people began to file out, all dazed, stupid drunk smiles slapped upon their lips, beads of sweat glistening upon their foreheads thanks to the streetlight that shined upon above along with the flashy neon light of the club. The unsuspecting prophets bidding their children of the night home and farewell until their next outing of extravagance.

Only few people were left within the building, only the few sweaty stragglers and the clean up crew sweeping and mopping the tiled floors. Now you good see the walls were a deep burgundy color, the floors and ceiling matching in the color of the dark void of sleep. It was almost as the void threatened the partiers, almost like they were dancing with death itself. You thoughts and observations might have been dramatic, but if you were in that scene as you were in your younger years, you would have found the so called dance with the void invigorating and thrilling.

"So, what do you think of the place, I hope it is to the Baldur's Post's standards" soon piped up a voice, that same man now walking up to you, hands lazily shoved within the depths of his pockets. Now a definite mischievous smirk upon those pale lips. "Welcome to the Archon, I'm Astarion who just so happens to be the owner of this fine establish."

The feeling of annoyance that bubble up within you came with a racing heart. You had to hold back the eye roll that your stare wanted to dearly display to the man before you.

"I know, it wasn't very um...hostly of me to do what I did, but I didn't think it would have been a very appropriate time to introduce myself, plus I wanted you to soak in the liveliness of the night" He said, words holding a playfulness to it as he slide onto one of the bar stools, a hand sweeping back his hair that was just ever so slightly damp. Probably from his work behind the bar or maybe it just because of all those sweaty dancing bodies that had surrounded him only moments before. "But nevertheless, what questions does your fine establish have for me?" he asked, his eyes only looking to you innocently, but at this rate, you didn't think it was very real.

"Well...do you mind if i record our conversation?" You asked, but he only gave a lazily wave of his hand, which you took as acceptance as you place your phone, now recording, on the bar between you him as you sat down. "Alright, how do you feel of all the eyes being on you? It's not all the time a club is so accepting of all groups, if you know what I'm saying.." you soon asked, notepad now out on the bar, those droplets from earlier smudging the note of whatever piece of paper was the unlucky one to be the one resting there.

"Well I like to say were are collectors of misfits, it doesn't matter if you are a football star or just a person who sells their soul to a bone crushing 9 to 5, those people can feel like an outcast and we are just the ones to give them a little pick me up, a moment to be seen" He said with a shrug of his shoulders, but he was soon calling out to one of the bartenders who was left on cleaning duty. "A drink would suit you, you are so up tight. Leon, maybe a vodka cran, they strike me as someone simple" You quickly objected, but the drink was already placed before you and also one to the now newly introduced Astarion in front of you who was already taking a nursing sip from the glass.

"Please do go on"

You couldn't even wrap your head around the character around you. Was this person real? How can someone be so...this? You didn't know if it was cockiness, but some how he was also so charismatic in the process. You were starting to slowly see why maybe this place was drawing so many people in. He was the on placing the spell upon every single warm body that walked past those doors. You were even so sure that if he were to ever speak to those bible thumping protestors outside, he would bid them farewell with only ever speaking just a few words to them.

"The community is also worried about this place fueling more drug habits" You finally spoke up, your fingers tucking a strand behind your ear. You were nervous under that piercing and analyzing gaze of his. it was like he was calculating every little thing about you. He gave a simple huff at your questions.

"Drugs were already a problem anyway and its not like it is my responsibility to say 'hey! stop doing that!'" he gave a small shake of his head as he leant his cheek upon his hand as he looked to you through those silver eyelashes of his. "But if your little post would be happy to learn that we have a zero substance policy, we can't control who does anything before they come in here, but we don't allow the activity to take place in here. I have employees undercover in every part of this bar, even in the bathrooms, to kick out anyone who is, is that satisfying enough?" His eyebrows now raised to you, waiting for your response.

"I didn't know that.." you could only respond with a simple lift of your shoulders, almost as in a surrender to the man before you.

"Hmm.." he only looked to you, you could practically see the thoughts swirling behind those eyes of his. "Com again tomorrow night" he simply stated, now standing up. "Give this place an actual chance, let that guard down. Clean slate, leave those poisoned words whispered in those pretty little ears of yours at home"

You were trapped in that little spell of his as you actually showed up the next night, clean slate. Old party clothes busted from their forgotten spot within that small apartment closet of yours. All smashed back into the void by the work clothes that took their priority over the years. You let yourself get sucked into the Archon, accepting the maze of hands this time as people happily pulled you in.

But there he was in the crowd, beckoning you with a delicate hand.

He was intoxicating as he took you by the hands, lovingly and caringly. A temptress. He so easily got you to sway with him to the music, letting the rhythm take him and yourself on a journey under those colorful lights. Each and every beat taking away an ounce of care from your shoulders as you became entangled with him. The smell of sweat all around the two of you, but it was invigorating. Feet never tired, body never tired. Laughter came so easy, smiles and grins.

It finally occurred to you that this was it. The freeness. It was the ability to just do, to let go, to breathe. No crushing feeling of impressing the editors at work or get the dirt on the next target. It was just you and nothing holding you back. Not a drink or substance to coax that feeling out of the soul within your swaying body.

Well the taste of his lips upon yours was possibly the equivalent to any drink that could have been brought to your own lips. The feeling of his fingers within your hair a shivering sensation. Such a superficially thing it could have been viewed as from someone glancing, but how it all seeped and swirled into your sense and his own. In a blink of an eye the lights were on and your were sitting on a bar stool, glass of water rolling with condensation sat in front of you, the same for Astarion besides you, his chest almost moving in the same rhythm as your as he also to catch his own breath.

"I forgotten what that felt like" you finally was able to say in your breathlessness.

"I know it may sound a bit cliche of me, but same" Astarion said with a laugh. "The moment I opened this place I was always behind the bar or making sure everything was running smoothly, you know, being such a mindful business owner. Though I let it make me into what I'm trying to make my patrons forget. Selling my soul to that pesky 9 to 5."

You understood what he meant. It gave a new insight into him. A business owner.

"But that still means we have jobs, dear. Go home before you fellow writers and editors send hounds after me" He said nonchalantly as he handed you the small hand bag you brought with you, leaving you to make your departure from the establish, the night finally catching up as you could feel those pesky blisters forming on the parts of your feet and toes that didn't agree with the shoes you were wearing, but it wasn't much of a concern to you as you bid those neon signs and street lights a goodbye.

Though it took you until the next morning to find that crumbled up napkin within your purse that had a number scrawled on it with the name 'Astarion' following after it, slightly smudged by a droplet of something wet it must have encountered at some moment during that night. Your fingers automatically typed the number into your phone, but you were at a loss at what to actually message him as you stared to the messenger bar on your phone. You could have face palmed at the fact of your simply sending a 'Astarion?' to him was actually a good way to approach it. It wasn't much of a shock when he sent your name back, he knew exactly what he was doing, whatever it was, it was unknown to you.

Nevertheless, that little insignificant text sent a flourish of something. Novels of words spilled between the two of you during the week. Jokes, slight flirting, slight windows of emotions of opening up about certain things. People would notice that stupid smile that would come to your face the moment his name would appear onto your cell phone. It was the same for him, but he was too prideful when someone would call him out on it, simply waving them off.

That's how you found yourself wrapped within his arms on the worn down couch of your apartment. A simple sunday night, the worries of work long forgotten, even if only in merely hours the two of you would have to bid bitter goodbyes to worry about work all over again.

What a pesky little thing.

But none of that matter, not even the heavy pattering of rain upon your window mattered as you snuggled up to him, basking in his cologne as a corny vampire movie played on the tv before you. His arms were good about melting the worries of the real world beyond this mortal realm along with those fingers that absentmindedly twirled your hair around his fingers, snagging on a little knot every now and then, but he was always quick to give a soft sorry that you could feel whisp by your ear.

the shivers that he subjected you to should have been criminal.

"And just to think, you sent to take down my little empire" He joked as his arms pulled you in close, the feeling of his rumbling chest up against you own.

"Good thing you have such a good way with words to stop me.." you quipped back, lifting your head to look up to him, his hand soon cupping your flushed cheek.

"Yes, good thing..."

[imintoomanyfandomscuzihaveadhd]

Avatar Modern au | High School edition (Sully kids + Spider)

A/N: The ages and grades are just based off me. Also all these head cannons are either based off of common high school experiences, my high school experience, or things that happened at my high school. This is my first time tryna write like actual Headcanons. If these are received well I’ll make more. I’ll a tag list too if needed.

Lo’ak

He’s 14 so he would be a freshman(9th grade)

Had a xxxtention Bart simpson phase In 6th grade

Thinks he’s on that popular loner shit

Hangs out with the sophomores and juniors because of Neteyam and spider

Yk his lanky ass on the basketball team

B student cuz he gotta keep them grades up to play sports

His dramatic ass is definitely in theater

Tried skipping with aonung once and neytiri beat his ass

You can’t tell me him and tsireya ain’t the power couple of the school

He always getting caught with that damn phone

Vaped once and nearly chocked to death

Annoys the hell out of kiri

“Ay ain’t you teyam’s lil brother”

Neteyam

15 so he’s a sophomore(10th grade)

Actually on that popular loner shit

Man’s the school heartthrob

All them girls want him

And he’s oblivious TO ALL OF IT

Always having to deal with lo’aks bull shit

Effortlessly has all A’s

Probably in ROTC to make Jake happy

All the teachers love him

Takes honors science and math like a psycho

Probably dose track and archery

Voted class best boy

Somehow ending up carrying all his siblings snacks

Kiri

14 so she’s a freshman

Pretends her family (especially lo’ak) doesn’t exist

Always has her AirPods in

She be listening to them unsolved mystery YouTubers on her chromebook while she works

Skips with spider and never gets caught

A, B student

She sells homemade shit and crystal to the other girlies

Will ignore tf out of you

In fundamentals of health science and psychology

Dose not and will not take the time out of her day to mess with no boy

Everyone thinks she dating spider

Spider

16 so he’s a junior (11th grade)

People thinks he a stoner, he’s just tired

Grades all over the place one minute he’s a straight A student next he’s failing

Probably did wrestling one year

Rebound popularity from hanging with with spider

He got norm to hack his chrome book so everything’s unblocked

He’s the only one who can drive so he has to drive everyone around

Never gets caught skipping

Dose Percussion in band but plays guitar as a hobby

Probably accidentally called his favorite teacher mom once

He cried

Can’t tell me he hasn’t had a mental breakdown over some kind of school work

Surprisingly good at science

Like he’s in AP Chemistry

The girls at school like his mommy issues, daddy issues, and long hair

@hyperfixatedfandomer sorry I keep tagging you in shit 😭

[soupandsauce]

Modern things I think the Sully kids would love

Neteyam

I think Neteyam would love collecting records and he would be all about the curly hair routine. He would sleep in a silk bonnet and everything. and it would be pink. I think he would have a nostril piercing as well. and he would wear the silk shirts.

Kiri

I think kiri would without a doubt be into astrology and crystals and such. how could she not be? I think she would be all about the crochet scene and make her own cardigans and bags. She would like the bloom drink powder and diva cups.

Lo'ak

Lo'ak would like to wear slides and him and tsireya would have those matching shark slides. They both also have the blanket hoodies, I think specifically the avocado one. Lo'ak would be the type of guy to vape disposables and listen to playboi cardi.

Tuk

Tuk is head over heels for the slime craze. She also loves ASMR and cannot fall asleep without it. I think Tuk would love the aquarium and also the weighted cheetah, unicorn, and dinosaur sold at target.

The Whole Family

The whole family, as a group, loves going to five below and target. The whole family shares a Disney plus plan and everyone has their own profile. Jake pays for it. No but seriously, they are a target family and NOT a Walmart family.

[helluvabossrewrite45]

Unhappy Campers rewrite - Barbie Wire and Jimmy Sean Carson

So in this rewrite, they're more of a healthy loving couple who would regularly meet each other either in their hideout. See, barbie had a fascination with sinner's illegal goods ( y'know, drugs, cigarettes, vapes and liquor y'know) but she was the most interested in their drugs because to her, their not only interesting, but a 'helpful' way to cope with repressed memories (ones with her and blitzo especially) leading her to go to the human world by befriending a succubus for their crystal (which succubus would often use to drain human's energy for further strength) with the condition of using the crystal in either abandoned areas or the succubus's room and to give them the crystal immediately after in order to not draw suspicion and get them in further trouble (succibus/incubus can trade crystals with other species such as imps as long as no one knows though that would be done by having a relationship of some sort where they can trust you, which would be why blitzo couldnt get the crystals with his breakup with verosika, making other succibus/incubus wary of them given that succibus/incubus form some sort of community together in the lust ring. Its also hard to steal them since succibus/incubuses are very protective of their crystals so they would either hide it or have high security that would make it harder for theives to steal (e.g security guards like vortex) so trading is the only option unless your a mastermind at theif which blitzo isnt), She accidently sents herself to camp but luckily notice drugs so she tries to steal it, only to get caught by jimmy the human. He freaks out at first but calms down overtime and connected with barbie since he too uses drugs to cope with his unfulfilling life, making the two meet each other regularly to use drugs for escaping their problems while falling in love along the way.

I also think i wrote them in this specific dynamic but idk what it is though, my brain just doesn't really work for me there. But anyway, I'm sure they'll be fine...

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Believe me when I say that I understand the appeal of Glenn being Just Some Guy™️ with no magical powers, waltzing his way through the forgotten realms with whatever mundane tricks he has up his sleeve. It's what Freddie wanted for him, it suits Glenn's character, and it's quite endearing!

Me personally though? I always liked to imagine that Glenn very much *did* have magic coursing through him and just never realized it. I mean, why would he? He's just some guy (right?), and he's from earth! Moreover, I imagine this ignorance towards his own power would be facilitated by Glenn's overconfidence in his non-magical abilities. Incantation? Nah man Glenn is just *that good* at finger tutting. Of course people listen to him without fail when he tells them to "cool it" he's just a really charismatic guy y'know? A 20 foot cloud forming around him when he vapes? 😎 Heh, well, vape technology has advanced a lot in the past few years.

All of this of course culminates to Glenn banishing someone to another plane of existence while in the supermax, but even when this happens Glenn is so unaccustomed to even considering the possibility that he may be one who posseses magical affordances that the only way he can make sense of what just happened is to rationalize it under the pretense of "built up karmic crystal energy", because what else could it possibly fucking be?

As to *why* Glenn would have magic powers, well, (obviously this is all just one big headcanon but) to me it has to do with Glenn's life always having been fated to become intertwined with the forgotten realms. A bit like how Henry is tied Faerun through his past, Glenn is tied to it (or perhaps to hell) through his future, if that makes any sense at all (it doesn't but it does in my heart). He was born on earth, but he was always a part of the forgotten realms. Glenn left for the soccer game with the other dads, but unlike them, he was never meant to return home.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

HAPPY 2K OMG!!! IM SO PUMPED FOR YOU BRO THIS IS AWESOME

if its okay, I’d totally like to order a coffee :D

I’m 5’9, plus sized, with kind of a shaggy 70’s cut(think stevie nicks but straight) bleached blonde hair(although my brown roots have grown in EW) and hazel eyes(i’ve been described as having “Owl eyes” or being “Tim Burton core”, the general consensus is i have wide eyes with and without my glasses) lets seee, i love to write a lot. I play guitar, not well, but i can def say i play guitar. I dress kinda grungy, permanently fall/winter weather, grandpa sweaters and thrifted mens pants lmao. Oh! Sometimes i like to go ham and dress in full trad goth! white facepaint and all.

I love love love weird earings(my collection is my pride and joy. Think miniature portraits, unbalanced chains, hand made beaded stuff.) and i love crystal jewelry. Underneath the angst im a total hippy(underconsumption, love being outside, grow my own vegetables) and living up in the mountains is like my dreammm. I like 90s male manipulator rock, 2000’s poprock and super emo bands(fob, mcr)folk punk/midwest emo(mccafferty/modern baseball),folk in general lmao(the crane wives, mt.joy). Wow this is kinda sporadic im so sorry! Uh!!My hobbies include paddle boarding, guitar, painting, writing, mountain biking, smoking a lot(everything. Cig, vape, weed, etc.), and my fave colors are yellow, green, and orange!!

I'm going with Mattheo on this one. I totally see him loving grunge/fall styles. I think he'd find the weird earrings amusing and would try to see if he can find some for you. He'd love if you played guitar for him.

[dateamonster]

Wisps of smoke were sifting through the gap in the supply closet door, and Coach knew well enough what that meant. She opened the door and the girls inside startled, nearly upsetting the censer filling the space with the thick scent of sandalwood.

She took in the scene: four juniors surrounded by assorted sports equipment and spare jerseys, crowded around a channeling board in a circle of tea candles. It wasn't one of those cheap mass-produced boards with the characters only printed onto some varnished slab of plywood either. If she were to guess, Coach would peg it as belonging to one of their parents.

"Girls, we talked about this," she sighed. "No séances on school grounds."

One of the girls, a blonde wearing what appeared to be an homage to a Victorian mourning dress complete with black veil, began to whimper and the others flocked to her side with crystal pendants all a-jingling to comfort her.

"Have a heart, miss, her boyfriend just died."

The begrieved wailed, "Danny!"

"Shaunee, sweetie, we've been over this. Daniel isn't dead. He just changed schools."

"Same difference," a witchlet with a severe purple smokey eye muttered under her breath.

"He hasn't answered any of my texts in weeks," Shaunee sobbed, eyeliner already streaming down her face. "Something must have happened to him. I'm a quarter banshee, I know about this stuff!"

Coach repressed the urge to roll her eyes. "Okay, everybody out. And put out those damn candles, that's a fire hazard. This is your final warning, ladies. If I catch any one of you using magic unsupervised one more time, it's a week's suspension for all of you."

The young witches cried out their collective complaints.

"And I'm confiscating that board, too."

"Miss, no! My mom'll kill me!"

Called it. “Well luckily if she does I’ll have this handy board so I can make sure you're attending detention from beyond the grave."

"Detention?!"

"Yes, detention. You're lucky I'm not sending you straight to the principal's office." A collective shudder went through the group at the thought, Coach included. She didn't prefer to subject anyone to that, no matter how deserving. "You brought an unauthorized magical object into school and now my basketballs smell like a Bath and Body Works."

A couple of the girls smirked at one another with badly repressed laughter. "Smelly balls."

"What's that?" asked Coach. "You want to run ten laps?"

"We're not even in class right now!"

"Twenty laps it is. Hop to it."

Another collective groan as they trudged out to the track. Coach gathered up the channeling board, the candles, the incense, and took them to her office. She unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk and tossed the lot in, to rest with the confiscated bounty of semesters past. Firecrackers, vape pens, a compact grappling hook launcher, several softly glowing amulets of various ornate designs, a petrified severed lamb's head with taut leathery skin and haunting glass eyes that followed you around the room, and a couple accumulated grams of weed. And now this, of course.

Certainly, Coach thought, she had gotten into her fair share of trouble at that age, but back in those days she would have never dared talk back to a teacher like that. This generation was a new breed. Or maybe she was just going too soft on them.

The lamb's head distended its ragged jaw and emitted a low gurgling string of Old Arabic.

"Oh what would you know about it."

[wegonbealright-09]

So I've been thinking quite a lot about a lot of things since Tae debuted since the release of slow dancing and I've decided to put my thoughts into words

......

So since Tae released and debuted officially there's been a lot going on around his debut at the same time nothing at all. I'm very surprised by the company's quietness. Hybe's quietness. Geffen records quietness I haven't seen a single post from the companies with regards to the debut and the release.

It's so bad like really bad. I'm pretty sure he's rethinking his decisions maybe wishes he has taken a different route because his debut is not that much different from the rap line. It'll be by luck if he sees the bb100 top 30. I mean the schedule was fucked up. How do you release the same day as the industries plant and expect good results. Kths trydefending themselves by saying that he didn't have a Collab before his debut like the other members. That's not an excuse good enough it's not a valid excuse at all considering that fact he "the most popular idol". You should have to have excuses when it comes to delivering. I knew they wouldn't do good in streams but I thought they could do better in MV views considering the fact that when they called him the most famous idol they would bring fancam views and engagements as evidence. By the way is it only me who notices that not only army has stopped posting updates about jimin they have stopped completely engaging in his posts and brand posts.?

So with what's going on rn. Many thought that scooter probably has beef or a problem with jimin but it doesn't only seem like that but it's also crystal clear that they're indeed pushing the "Jungkook biggest pop star" agenda. It's clear now that they've invested in jk only. Which makes me raise an eyebrow with regards to the group's future

Whilst on JK. I truly don't get him now. Idk I feel like whatever ever it is that he's doing its definitely not good and it's going to backfire in the long run. First of all his behaviour during the second chapter is very mhhhh. Idk he's been serving weird vibes and I feel like this is the real him. He's done concealing and putting on a facade and his personality is pure shite. First of all he smokes that's not very surprising to me. He's always wanted to be viewed as this tough guy, nonchalant guy who got zero chill and gives zero fucks. He's drank on live showed alcohol on a live not even Jin the CEO of Jinhit does that he's always made sure not to show alcohol when he drinks on a live. He's smoking nicotine and all that shite he probably smokes a blunt too. He's got a whole sleeve of tattoos. All these things I think he's tryna appears tough and all. But he behaves like a teen going through adolescent. You're 26 grow tf up and stop lurking on the internet, tryna be a bad boy you're half way to your thirties. Behave like your age.

And a part of me thinks this may all be fabricated, with the bad boy, fuck boy image he tryna have for his debut looking at seven the lyrics and all that now seen in the streets of NY smoking clearly looking at a camera knowing his being photographed, looks staged to me. When he was in SK he clearly panicked in that live when his vape was visible, that doesn't seem nonchalant to me because of he doesn't really give a fuck he should have gave a fuck then also, because he tries hiding the vape then. He might just be seen making out with a female or in a club somewhere with strippers shaking their ass on him. Which reminds me of the wild JB during his debut years scandal after scandal. Classic.

With all that's going on rn idk if BTS is really going to come back as a group in 2025 if they come back as a group jk is going to stand out like a sore thumb because you can't try and convince me that the members are absolutely okay with this. Them getting the bare minimum and jk getting everything. There's already been a shift in the group's energy you can see who's who. That ot7 shite don't exists no more. Tell me why would scooter invest millions on a guy that'll be gone in the next 7-8 months unless he's not going to serve with the rest of the group or when BTS comes back they'll be ot7 with the maknae gone. Gone to be the biggest pop star.

If BTS comes back in 2025 it'll be very much forced. Namjoon before FACE. He looked like he was done with the group barely mentioning it he looked like he was happy being a solo because his album was doing good. The FACE was released nigga was on some "I want better numbers" blah blah. He became jealous and insecure. Then there's yoongi with his bitchy attitude towards jimin which I won't even address. Then there's Tae and Jimin whom it is very clear that they're divorced the friendship is gone they're no longer close everybody can see. Now tell me how would it look like if they bahave like besties in their comeback when we clearly know they're not that close anymore? The there's JK, I know none of the members are okay with this preferred treatment him being treated like the next MJ. So you tryna when they come back as group if they will, it'll be rainbows and sunshine's, ot7 forever? Hell no.

There's alot going on rn. Tae trying to feed his delulu shippers by name dropping jk 100 times before his debut. Jk in his emo era again can't wait for jimin's birthday I want to see something

Well well well

[evanpitars]

Hi! Saw the ships post, decided I'd give it a go.

I am straight, but supporting and go by she/her, maybe she/they, 16 year old, junior and taking cosmetology college classes, female standing at 5'7 and I have hazel eyes, really extremely light freckles only on the bridge of my nose, full lips, and an diamond/oval shaped face. I have a resting depressed face, and to some people sometimes I give off a "bad attitude/attitude problem". Usually to guys (from what I have been told) I am cute, or some have said I'm hot. I had my ears pierced but the holes are closed up, so I wear clip on earrings. I have a somewhat hourglass, on the smaller side body, I have been told my wrists and ankles are very small, small boobs, smaller butt, and I'm toned and I have long legs and thighs on the thicker side. I'd say I'm around 130 lbs. I have dirty blonde thick hair that rests on my breasts (couldn't think of a less awkward but as detailed as possible description), I have long outgrown curtain bangs and outgrown layers. My style is unique; I love layering skirts and dresses and sweaters and I love beanies and hats, and I always like to wear my black converse with granny-patterned-type socks. And it tends to be darker colors of clothing that I like. I love necklaces, rings and bracelets. My perfume is Pink Cashmere. I am an Aries and into astrology and crystals and spirituality, the paranormal and Christianity. I also vape. I'm kind of a chill person, but I can be loud/expressive at times. People rub off on me easily, for example, I tend to say things I've heard other people say, if I'm around them enough, for example my classmate says "period slay" and I started to say it. I tend to be the big sister of the friend group and the friend that has everything and ready for any situation type friend. I also make suxcxdal jokes. I like to draw when I have the motivation to. I love music, like can't go a day without listening to it, and I usually go for a walk for about 30 mins a day listening to music and sometimes at college I walk around the campus with one earbud in if I don't have anyone to talk to. I can play a *little* piano, but all I can play is fucking Old Macdonald. My last resort on Netflix to watch is true crime docs, I did have a Jeffrey Dahmer phase, I was extremely interested in his case, I did find him a bit attractive too, but disclaimer, I am NOT glorifying/praising him. He's a horrible person that happens to be a bit attractive. I also am a horror movie fanatic, my favorites have to be the Conjuring movies and the Insidious movies. And, of course, I love AHS. I think I might have ADHD, I get told that sometimes. I do have anxiety as well. I am mentally slow sometimes, and I struggle with focusing at times. Oh also I am a psychic and I can see spirits. I am extremely clingy, and I have mommy and daddy issues. I am very, very, very hxrny, I hate to admit it, I always make dirty jokes if I'm comfortable with someone. I love my guys emo/grunge, doesn't give a shit type mentality, clingy, touchy, possessive, protective, knows his manners, tall, mentally unstable, scraggly looking, veiny hands, big hands, and, yes of course, hxrny.

That would be me:)

Also thank you if you read my literal book.

Hello my angel! How are you?

Thank you for sending! You are very beautiful and I find you a interesting person. If you want to chat, then lets go hahaha

So at first I thought about Jimmy Darling, because of your personality, but then, when you talked about what you want in a guy everything made sense .

YOUR LOVE STORY WOULD BE WITH.... ‼️

* drum sound * 🥁🥁🥁

KAI ANDERSON

There's no need to mention your physical appearance, because you're perfect and he would love you anyway. I feel like he would love your unique style and since he thinks he is God himself, he would easily become interested in spirituality. You would talk about the meaning of crystals and, although he was sometimes reluctant when it came to the subject, he would listen carefully and make observations. The only thing he would probably joke about was the signs hahaha. If you asked him to make an astral chart, he would laugh in your face, but in a funny way hahaha .

As you are horny, you like possessive, mentally unstable boys, Kai would be the perfect man for you. He wouldn't let anyone touch you without you giving permission. He would always be analyzing his surroundings and worried about you and your day, just to protect you. If you make jokes about suicide, that would be another reason to justify this choice. I see you both laughing about a serious topic, but for some reason you found it funny. Oh another thing, idk your sexual preferences, but good lord, that man would be horny 24/7 he makes very clear in the season Cult that he likes puśsÿ and with you wouldn't be an exception. His big and veiny would grab your wrist and he would tease you endlessly, until he drove you crazy. Hands on the waist, on the back of the head, on the thighs, on the groin, on the neck and in the hair. Also he would use your psychic habilities to his crimes and watch criminal doc with, just for fun or to improve his plans.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING MY LOVE ❤️

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Would you ever inject a marijuana?

I don't know what this means, but I think it has something to do with the fact that there is a lot of marijuana in my body. This isn't actually true, since I don't smoke weed. But if you inject it into someone who doesn't already have any, they will develop an intense desire for weed. It usually kicks off an addiction cycle which can last from weeks to months and even years. This is due to the powerful neurotransmitter dopamine being released when using drugs like heroin or cocaine. (Dopamine is also involved in rewarding behaviors such as food consumption.) Drug use causes pleasurable feelings similar to those experienced during sex -- hence the phrase "high" -- although some users report feeling numbness instead. The release of excessive amounts of dopamine over long periods of time increases drug tolerance and makes withdrawal more severe than usual; as a result, heavy users may suffer life-threatening depressions and other symptoms after stopping their intake. Marijuana is a psychotropic substance known by several names including: Mary Jane, pot, reefer, tea, herb, green, ganja, weed, skunk, ganga, joint, spliff, bhang, blunt, bud, buddha, boom, chronic, shwag, dank, hashish, kif, jimmy, sticky icky, chronic, bubba, blueberry, headband, lemon, stinkweed, sinsemilla, rosin, cannabis sativa, indica, hemp, THC, crystal, mids, AK47, og, nug, hotbox, highlife, devil's lettuce, moonshine, molly, hydro, tincture, wax, edibles, vape pen, flower, trim, joint roller, lighter, roach, double wrap, ember, dab rig, bong, cartridge, and juul. In many jurisdictions marijuana is legal and available as either prescription medicine or recreational drug. If you are looking for the best place on earth to buy marijuana then check out our online store. We offer worldwide delivery within one week. No customs no paperwork no worries! Don't forget to look at our discount offers. Can't find your preferred strain? Send us a message now and get free advice about ordering.

[ithinkofnealcassady]

i do i want to hear about your girls just in general they sound very interesting please tell us stuff random ask question : what would each of the girls’ favorite song be and why

(sorry if this wasn’t an invitation for asks, disregard this if so and have a great day !!)

this was 100% an invitation!!!

OKAY so to set the scene. imagine 22-23 yr olds who create midwest emo music & are gay.

narrator is safiya, she plays bass and is hot. sullen but raging, light-humored but heavy-hearted. she uses a second-hand bass. she is always reciting memories. she lives so deeply in the past that the present is leaving her behind. she has an enormous, paralyzing fear of death (my special gift to her. from me). her favorite song is probably daughter by loudon wainwright iii but she would never admit it. she probably says it’s ask the angels patti smith or lou reed ride into the sun

love interest is miki, she’s an amnesiac who has to get to paris, ohio; the band’s last stop on their tour is helltown, ohio so they (not without an argument, but out of girl-goodness and peace & love) decide they can bring her home. she intermittently factory-resets essentially & the girls don’t know this yet but she’s a ghost BOO. she is a ghost bc the overarching themes of the story relate to grief & music & the main question WHEN WE GO, WHAT DO WE LEAVE BEHIND? miki’s favorite song is stay by pink floyd

the other girls are eleanore (lead vocals & guitar) who is very into like crystals and thinks she is psychic (she is psychic). she is my sweetheart, she has never been in love and never will be but she loves the world so deeply and believes in magic so much that she has never once thought she’s missing out… has fuckugly fashion sense. favorite song is applejack dolly parton and ALWAYS plays it when she has aux bc she is not in the business of denying herself pleasure.

suzie (backup vocals and rhythm guitar) who is blonde and vapes a lot. tries to be sooo go-with-the-flow; it’s an excellent act on her part. she makes all the band posters and is a fantastic & utterly erratic artist; her guitar is covered in stickers she made. she acts like she is only in the band to get head bc she has permanence issues & is secretly made of fear (favorite song is james dean you let us down by dazey and the scouts but HER song is bobby jean by bruce) but

JODIE (drummer) is madly in love with her. they fall together eventually but it’s a slow process of developing trust etc… jodie is so cool and has a secret twilight obsession #twihard and loves to knit. her older sister is her best friend and she always wants to be safe more than anything, but has this constant taunting instinct to do something great, something no one has done before… it’s what attracted her to joining safiya’s band in the first place. favorite song is puetro rican jukebox by panther but she was named after the saves the day song jodie

marjorie is safiya’s lifelong best friend & the band’s manager/roadie. they have sort of a kenstewy from succession thing going but they’re not In love in the end, they just love each other … will do anything for each other. marjorie is constantly plagued by headaches and shit bc her hrt gives her migraines & it’s characteristic it’s just classic that the terrible dependence she has on everything that makes her herself hurts her too—namely safiya, who also gives her headaches :) everyone so easily assumes she is safiya’s keeper (as marjorie is very type-A and safiya is like a wild cat) but marjorie needs safiya so badly in return it’s actually embarrassing for them. marj’s favorite song is i’m not made of iron by chrissy zebby tembo

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Another short story

Artie's night out.

Art had spotted her as soon as she walked into the bar, she was with a gang of girls but something about her just made her stand out from the crowd. She was stunning but something and the way she held herself suggested confidence. He stood just over 6 feet himself but she was at his eye level, albeit in heels. A girl like that would have no interest in a guy like me he told himself as he sipped his first vodka of the night but he found his eyes kept getting pulled back towards her almost magnetically.

She was magnificent, he thought to himself, hair so black it almost seemed blue when the light hit it, a short pink sequin dress that seemed to shimmer as she walked and black ankle boots. She caught his eye whilst he was looking and seemed to give a coy grin but his nerves gripped him and he looked away. Where the fuck was Scott he thought to himself, they had arranged to meet here before catching up with the rest of the lads later on in the evening. He checked his phone and saw he had actually had a text but hadn't noticed whilst too busy gawping. Scott was running late and would be about another 45 minutes. Fucking great, now I look like a sad creep at the bar, he thought to himself.

He took himself out to the smoking area and lit a cigarette. He had been trying to quit but the slightest bit of frustration, especially when he had a drink, his willpower crumbled.

"Those things will kill you, you know" said a feminine voice. He looked up to see the beauty who had caught his eye stood before him holding a pink vape to her hands and grinning mischievously at him. Up close he thought his first assessment hadn't done her justice. She was flawless. Discrete makeup, long eyelashes and the most captivating green eyes. He tried to gather his thoughts and hoped he hadn't gawped too openly.

"Sorry I don't mean to be preachy, or cliché, I just couldn't think of a conversation starter" she said

"I know, I am trying to quit, but I fold like a paper towel after a drink" he said. "Maybe I need to get one of those instead" he added to try and keep the conversation going, nodding at her vape.

"Oh I swear by mine, got me of the cancer sticks, for the most part, and tastes so much better"

"For the most part? So you still slip up too?" He asked with a grin

"Well, this may be an overshare, but a real cigarette after sex is still hard to beat. I'm Crystal by the way." And at that held out a delicate hand.

Artie was sure he could feel himself blush at the thought of Crystal enjoying a post coital cigarette, and hoped it wasn't too obvious. He shook the offered hand.

"I'm Arthur, but most people call me Artie or Art. Are you new in town? I'm sure I would remember seeing you around before." He cursed himself as soon as he said it and thought he had sounded like a leech. She didn't seem offended though and responded

"Yes, I'm here for a conference in the city tomorrow, but the girls were adamant we had to experience the nightlife"

"It does get a bit lively as the evening goes on. I was supposed to be meeting a friend here but he's running late" Art blurted out.

"Well to be honest with you, the thought of attending the conference with a hangover tomorrow, doesn't fill me with joy. I'm probably only going to have a couple of drinks before I make my excuses, and head back to my hotel room" Crystal said. She seemed to be sizing Artie up and down as she spoke. He was dressed casually in just a black shirt and jeans, with Dr Martin boots. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, despite the chill evening air as an ex-girlfriend had told him this did something to women, and he felt that any edge helped.

"You sure you couldn't be tempted to stay out a while? Who knows what the evening has in store" he hoped he didn't sound desperate but after such a stunning woman had engaged him he didn't want to risk losing this one chance, even if it was just to spend time in her presence.

She looked at him quietly for a moment as if making a decision in her head.

"Here's my number, give me a dial so I can get yours" he immediately did as she said and heard her phone ring. She looked at it quickly and typed something. His name hopefully he thought not a block.

"I better get back to the girls, they will have noticed I am gone by now, I will give you a text for a goodbye drink before I run off" she told him, with a smirk, and with that walked back inside.

Art took a deep puff on his cigarette and shook his head. He doubted he would hear from her again but a boy could hope, he told himself.

About 15 minutes later Scott arrived and bought them a round of drinks. They chatted about work and the usual matters for a bit before Artie mentioned Crystal. He tried to discreetly point her out of the crowd to Scott, hoping she wouldn't see him. Scott caught sight of her and his jaw actually fell open. He was speechless for a moment before he laughed "she spoke to you? She could have any man in this building falling over to buy her a drink and she picked the only ginger in the room? Think you best make that your last drink, you sound shit faced. Is Crystal her real name or her stage name, did you ask?"

Artie was hurt but chuckled along for appearance sake. He finished his drink and ordered another before excusing himself for a trip to the smoking area. Scott was an ex smoker and hated the practice. He lit another cigarette and sipped his vodka. He felt his phone vibrate and looked to see the message was from Crystal.

"U ok? Look pissed off" it read. He wasn't aware that he had shown his disgruntlement but it must have been apparent.

"Yeh fine thanks. Scott being a bit of an asshole. Don't think will be out long" he replied. He didn't see much point in hanging around like a love sick puppy, and it may not have been intentional but Scott's comments had struck a nerve. He had never been particularly lucky with the ladies.

His phone vibrated again and he read the message

"Don't suppose you could walk me to my hotel? None of the girls are ready to leave but don't want to walk alone in a strange town?"

At this point Art was all too happy part from Scott and head home. And the thought of spending more time with Crystal was intoxicating. Even if it was just walking her back to her hotel

"Yeh sure, let me just tell Scott I'm leaving," he replied. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette and headed back to the bar. He walked up to Scott and put his empty glass on the bar

"I'm off mate, not feeling it tonight. Sorry to leave you hanging" he said

"I only just got here though, come on one for the road at least" Scott said. Art knew what his one for the road meant. It was invariably five or six for the road. At this point Crystal appeared next to them, now with a small leather jacket over her dress.

"Are you ok to walk me back still?" She asked

"Of course I was just telling Scott I had to go" he replied.

Scott was looking visibly shocked and mumbled something but Art didn't hear it. Crystal took a hold of his arm and they walked out into to cool evening air together.

The hotel was only actually about a five minute walk from the club, through the quiet town centre. There were a few rough sleepers in the streets and as they passed them Crystal pushed herself up tight to Artie for reassurance. They chatted amicably and Art was surprised to find out that she actually worked in medicine, he was sure she would have been a model. As they reached the hotel Art lit himself a cigarette and prepared to say goodbye.

Crystal looked up at him with her magnificent green eyes.

"Would you like to come up to my room?"

Artie was floored. He wasn't sure if he was being invited in for coffee or sex but knew he didn't want to miss this chance.

"If you're sure that's what you want" he said "how much did you have to drink?"

She laughed before replying "cheeky, two gin's. The rest were all soft drinks. I told you I have a conference in the morning "

"Ok then just……" he tailed off not sure what he was saying

She smiled and put her arm through his. She took his cigarette and took a deep puff before flicking it into the ashtray and walking them into the hotel and to the elevator.

Her room was on the top floor and they walked the corridor arm in arm to her room where she swiped her key card and opened the door.

The room furnishings were more expensive than Art was used to in his travels and the bed was a king-size with what looked to be satin sheets. A flat screen TV was hung on the wall and a mostly empty suitcase sat on the sofa in the room.

Crystal walked to the suitcase and picked up some small items before excusing herself to the bathroom.

"Just need a quick freshen up, make yourself comfortable" she told him. He sat nervously on the edge of the bed far from comfortable in a state of shock still, unable to believe his luck. After what seemed like an age, but was probably ten minutes Crystal emerged from the bathroom in a white fluffy robe. She sat on the edge of the bed next to Art and nuzzled into his arm.

"You ok?" She asked him

"Yeah sure, just a bit overwhelmed I think. Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

She smiled at him "no you haven't, and thank you. Did you want to freshen up?"

"Yeah that might be a good idea" he said, still unable to come to grips with what was happening. He stood and walked to the bathroom door.

"Oh Artie?" Crystal said.

He turned to look back at her. She stood and let the robe drop to the floor, revealing a matching red thong and lace bra set.

"Don't take too long freshening up, I might just get started without you" she smiled at him and he stood grinning like an idiot for a minute before heading into the bathroom. He quickly stripped and turned the shower on, careful to turn down the heat first. He was already erect as he started to scrub himself down and took some slow breaths to collect himself. He scrubbed his body quickly and just rinsed his hair when he heard a low buzzing coming from the bedroom. She hadn't been joking about starting without him!

He turned the shower off and wrapped a towel awkwardly around his waist, his erect penis making it difficult.

He left the bathroom to see Crystal led on the bed holding a vibrator against her clit, still in her underwear. She locked eyes with him and said

"I did warn you. Are you going to join, or just enjoying the show?"

For a moment he was tempted to do just that but then something occurred to him and he thought why not play along. He stood and let his towel drop, and saw Crystal eyes widen in surprise. It was a common reaction, no one expected the normally quiet withdrawn guy to be packing 8 inches.

"As you already started without me, how about you help me catch up? Your hands are clearly busy but your mouth's still free"

"That seems fair, get over here then"

That was all the invitation he needed and he walked to the head of the bed. Crystal took his cock in hand, her fingers just touching as they encircled his girth. She teased the tip of his head with her tongue for a few seconds before taking him into her mouth. She slowly worked the base of his cock squeezing tightly whilst sucking enthusiastically. She clearly knew what she was doing and Art couldn't help but out a low moan and ran his fingers through her hair.

She slowed her pace at this which was probably for the best he thought to himself. She had pulled her bra to the sides and was playing with her nipples with her free hand, The vibrator forgotten for the time being. As Art took in the sensual sight before him he could hardly believe his luck.

He could feel himself getting close and knew he wanted to prolong this experience, so stepped back. Crystal looked a little confused for a second but Art walked down the bed. He grasped at her thong and she lifted her ass to allow for its removal. She had a cute landing strip of pubes and a gorgeous pussy he thought to himself before lowering his head to let his tongue do some work. First he gently licked at her clit, before running his tongue down her slit to push his tongue inside her. She gasped a little at this and Art slowly drew his tongue back up to her clit alternating between sucking gently at it and teasing it with his tongue. She reached down to his grasp at his hair pushing his head tighter against her pussy and grinding against his face, which he took as encouragement to increase his tempo. He felt her release his hair with one hand and lifted his eyes to see her once again playing with her magnificent tits. She was clearly enjoying his work and he was happy to keep going! He gently eased one finger inside her, she was already well lubricated, and she moaned his name in a breathy

"Oh Art, don't stop!" He turned his hand so his finger was facing up and he could try and find her g spot and eased another finger in. He started to suck at her clit as he moved his fingers back and forth and she gasped

"Oh god I think I'm going to come!"

Unperturbed Artie kept his pace, with his fingers, though eased back on the sucking of her clit to just gentle laps, then felt her muscles tighten around his fingers and grasp his hair so tightly he thought she was going to rip it out. She clamped her thighs tightly around his head and her whole body stiffened. He kept going until she let out a mighty "Oh fuck" and relaxed.

At this Artie stood, a little light headed, from the pressure on his head. He thought about just driving his cock straight into her pussy right then, but that wouldn't have been the decent thing to do, so went to retrieve one of his emergency condoms from his wallet. She looked at him quizzically as he went to put it on before saying

"It's ok, I'm on birth control"

He had a brief moment of indecision, not just worried about children, but then thought, hell she knows what she's doing. He put the condom down and climbed onto the bed. He rubbed his helmet across her still sensitive clit and saw a shudder run through her body, before teasing her by sticking just the tip of his penis in. She was clearly already aroused and had no problem accepting it, but he held it there for a second.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked with a grin

"Oh yes, come on, fuck me already" she replied looking back at him smiling. He maintained eye contact as he slowly slid his whole length in and her mouth fell open. He started to slowly pump before she said

"Is that the best you have?" Still smiling at him. Not wanting to disappoint he quickened his pace, her warm moist pussy eagerly accepting his member.

He wasn't sure how long he could maintain this, he thought to himself and grasped her hips and rolled so she was on top.

"How about you set the pace for a bit then?" He said with a smirk.

She sat up and ground against his hips whilst fondling her breasts. Something about still having the bra on made the whole thing seem dirtier and he revelled in the sight of this stunning woman flaunting herself whilst grinding against his hips.

She leaned forward and quickened her pace and her breathing got heavier.

She leaned on the bed either side of his head and he reached back and grabbed at her firm ass and pulled her close and started to jerk his hips in time with her motions.

"Oh god I think I'm going to come again" she breathed. Hearing those words sent a twinge through Artie's cock and he worried he might explode then and there but he closed his eyes for a second and concentrated on his breathing. He tried to slow the pace but she wasn't having it and he felt her muscles tighten

"Oh god I'm coming!" She moaned and Artie felt himself start to lose control. He matched her pace and before he knew it felt the orgasmic release. It felt like the most he had ever come and as soon as he finished she quickly rolled off him, legs still twitching. She curled into his chest like they were long time lovers and this wasn't the first night they had met. She nuzzled into his neck before muttering into his ear

"So how long till you're ready for round two?"