#fk/reader

[daughterscars62]

He's Keeping An Eye On Everyone : - )

[smileforusau]

"I Can Get You Anything. Just Do No Wander Off"

[saltyprincessblog]

Grump and Pupp

Pairings: Grumpy!Billy Butcher x Sunshine!Reader

Summary: Billy Butcher and the reader with the Shrek and Donkey dynamic. Basically Butcher is a grumpy old man and you are like a cute puppy yapping and following him everywhere and no matter how much he tries to get you off of his ass you just can't seem to get a hint.

(Recently rewatched Shrek and he reminded me of Butcher lol. I thought a dynamic like that would be so funny with him so I gave butch a sweet yapping friend who he cannot get rid of)

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Billy Butcher was no stranger to solitude. In fact, he preferred it that way—peace and quiet, no one to answer to, no one to bother him. But that all went out the window the day you stumbled into his life, a young, bright-eyed, relentlessly cheerful force of nature that had somehow decided he was your new best friend.

He didn’t know how it happened. One moment he was alone, enjoying a quiet pint at his favorite dingy pub, and the next, there you were, plopping down beside him like you belonged there, chatting away like you’d known him for years.

“You look like someone who could use a friend,” you’d said with a grin, as if that explained everything.Butcher had glared at you, silently willing you to leave. But you didn’t take the hint—in fact, you didn’t seem to notice the hint at all.

And from that moment on, it was like you’d attached yourself to him with some sort of invisible leash, following him everywhere, talking his ear off, and generally driving him up the wall.

“Oi, Butcher! You ever think about getting a pet?” you asked one day as the two of you wandered through the city, your voice as bubbly as ever. “I bet you’d be great with a dog! Or maybe a cat—they’re more independent, like you. But then again, cats can be kinda grumpy, and you’re already grumpy enough…”

Butcher stopped in his tracks, spinning around to face you. “Will you just shut it for five bloody minutes?”You blinked at him, your smile never wavering.

“Sure! But can I just say one more thing?”

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re gonna say it anyway, aren’t you?” “Yep!” you chirped. “I was just thinking, wouldn’t it be fun if we had a secret handshake? Like, something really complicated with lots of fist bumps and twirls—oh, and maybe a little dance at the end! It’d be our thing, you know?”

Butcher stared at you, wondering how in the hell you’d managed to survive this long. “A secret handshake? You’re serious?”

“As serious as a heart attack!” you replied, nodding eagerly. “Come on, let’s come up with one right now!”

Butcher rubbed his face, feeling the last of his patience slipping away. “Listen, I ain’t got time for handshakes or dances or any of this bollocks. I’ve got a job to do, and you’re just in the way.”

You frowned for the first time, looking genuinely confused. “In the way? But I’m helping, aren’t I? I mean, who else is gonna keep you company while you do… whatever it is you do?”

Butcher opened his mouth to retort, but the words died on his tongue. You were right—well, sort of. He didn’t need company, but for some reason, you’d stuck around longer than anyone else ever had. And despite himself, he couldn’t completely hate it. Not that he’d ever admit that, of course.

“Look,” he said, trying to sound as stern as possible. “I’m a dangerous bloke, alright? People who get close to me end up gettin’ hurt. You’d do well to bugger off while you still can.”

You just grinned at him, completely unfazed. “Dangerous, shmangerous! I’m not going anywhere, Best friends stick together, Butcher!”

Butcher let out a long, suffering sigh. “Christ, you’re like a bloody tick…”

But despite his grumbling, he found himself continuing down the street, with you happily tagging along beside him, yapping away about something or other.

And as much as he tried to tune you out, he couldn’t help but catch bits and pieces of your chatter.

“—and then we could get matching jackets! Maybe something with skulls on the back, or flaming swords! Oh, and we definitely need a cool team name. How about ‘Butcher’s Team’? Or maybe ‘The Butcher Bunch’? No, wait! I’ve got it—‘The Grump and The Pup’!”

Butcher shook his head, half-amused despite himself. “You’re a right pain in the arse, you know that?”

“Yep!” you replied cheerfully. “But you love me anyway.”He scoffed, but there was no heat behind it.

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, sunshine.”

[starlightkun]

finders keepers ⇢ teaser 1

⇢ teaser word count: 1162 | full fic: 37.8k total (22.7k & 15.1k) ⇢ genre: sci-fi/science fantasy au, soulmate au, alien!jungwoo, human!reader, slow burn, fluff and angst ⇢ warnings: blood/injury mentions (but like, alien blood, if that makes a difference?), a couple needle/injection mentions, if u get secondhand embarrassment this one might hurt in places, a couple crude jokes about alien stuff iykwim (reader’s friends r kind of the worst), this fic is just a rlly sweet soulmate au i swear idk why these tags look horrendous 😭 ⇢ extra info: this will be released in two parts bc of tumblr’s 1000-block limit that was put in place to hurt me personally :)) BUT both parts will be released on the same day ⇢ estimated release: saturday, november 30, 2024, 3:00 p.m. eastern time (sign up for my taglist here)

At your building, Johnny and Jaehyun helped you drag the spaceman up to your apartment on the third floor, and you had them deposit him on your bed. Johnny brought his travel vet kit up from the car, and together, you managed to get the shiny silver jacket off of him. Underneath, he had a fairly plain white top, which was also torn and blood-soaked. Johnny snapped on a pair of gloves before he pushed the hem up to appraise the stranger’s side, where there was a huge gash in his flesh.

“Oh, Christ, okay,” Johnny sighed, inspecting the wound. “I guess I’ll disinfect and suture it up?”

“Just do it,” you mumbled, pressing a towel to the man’s sweat-sheened forehead.

“Jaehyun, mind assisting?”

“You do know the ‘Dr.’ I put in front of my name is just decorative, right? It’s in Poetry—”

“And now you can brag to all your colleagues that you’ve done real medicine like a real doctor,” Johnny snapped back. “Disinfectant, get it.”

With Jaehyun assisting him, Johnny made quick work of patching him up. Pressing the bandages down over the site so the adhesive would stick, Johnny then disposed of his navy-splattered gloves. He grabbed a stethoscope, putting the end up against the spaceman’s chest.

“I think he’s alive?” Johnny announced. “I don’t know. If he is, he doesn’t have a heart because I’m not getting anything.”

He shifted the placement, presumably to listen to his breathing, and an even more bewildered look overtook his features. Sliding the stethoscope over to the right side of the man’s chest, he sat there for a moment, just listening.

“It’s on the other side,” he breathed out. “His heart’s on the right side.”

“But he has a heartbeat?” You clarified.

“Yeah, he does. Faint, but it’s there. He’s breathing, too. A bit shallow, but otherwise normal. I think.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“I don’t think there’s anything else I can do until he wakes up. If he wakes up.”

“Right, thank you Johnny,” you smiled wearily your friend. “I’ll call you when he wakes.”

Jaehyun and Johnny looked at each other skeptically. Jaehyun spoke up, “You’re going to stay here alone with some rando we literally pulled out of a burning hunk of metal?”

“My couch only fits one person. So unless you two are offering to sleep on the floor to protect me or whatever?”

“Call us if anything happens,” Johnny sighed, packing up all of his supplies.

“Of course,” you nodded. “Thanks, guys.”

You heard the sound of your front door clicking shut as you stayed sitting on the edge of your mattress, wiping the spaceman’s face. He really did look human, two eyes that were now shut, lashes resting on his cheeks, a nose practically just like yours, with an elegant slope to the bridge, and a pair of plush, pouty lips.

He let out a soft sigh, his head rolling over towards you. But then he went silent and still again.

You finished cleaning up his face as best you could, then pulled the covers up over him. Readjusting his bangs that had been stuck together by the damp washcloth you’d used, you gave a final determined nod to nobody in particular before standing up. Grabbing a change of pajamas from your dresser, you got everything you’d need from in here for the night, then went to leave.

“Alright…” You stopped at the threshold of your bedroom, looking over the spaceman’s sleeping figure one last time. “Goodnight, I suppose.”

And with that, you turned the lights out, and quietly closed the door behind you. You were sure to leave it slightly ajar, though, just in case. After taking a much-needed shower and getting ready for bed in your bathroom, you headed out to the living room. You set up a few pillows and blankets into a comfy-enough makeshift bed, then tucked yourself in. Despite the exhaustion in your muscles, the excitement of the night hadn’t worn off yet, and you laid awake for another hour just staring at your bedroom door.

Waking up in the morning to sunlight streaming in through your living room windows, you covered your eyes with a groan and rolled over to bury your face in the back cushions. The sound of your phone buzzing incessantly from the coffee table came, however, and with a guttural groan, you flopped back over to pick it up.

“Yeah?” You mumbled, not even checking the caller ID.

“Y/N?” It was Yuta on the other end.

“Who the fuck else would it be? You called me at whenever-the-fuck-in-the-morning.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“Couch,” you corrected him, swinging your feet over as you sat up properly. “I slept on the couch.”

“Gave E.T. your bed? Such a kind hostess.”

The mention of your guest woke you up more. You got to your feet, shuffling towards the bedroom with a yawn. “Yeah, you know me, I’m a fuckin’ peach.”

“So how’s the…” Yuta dropped his voice to whisper into the phone, “Alien?”

The door hadn’t moved since last night, and you cautiously pushed it open to peer inside. You could see the stranger exactly where you had left him, laying on his back under your blankets, chest shallowly rising up and down. Pushing further into the room, you hesitated on whether to try to find a pulse again. You settled for trying once around his wrist, and if it didn’t work, then you’d just have to assume he was fine.

Surprisingly, you found his pulse in one go, and it felt steady.

“Fine, I think,” you answered Yuta quietly, walking back over towards your door. “He’s breathing, he has a heartbeat. He’s just not… ambulatory.”

“Still passed out cold?”

“Yeah.”

“Imagine if he was in one of those comas that you don’t wake up from, and we just had to deal with this comatose alien.”

“Stop, you’re going to manifest that or something!” You hissed.

“Not manifesting, just joking.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“Anyway, some of us went back to the beach this morning, because Mark really wanted to see the UFO—”

“Don’t touch anything!”

“We couldn’t. The whole place is locked down. Couldn’t even park on the shoulder, it was swarming with cops. They were still putting out the fire.”

“Do you think any of the ship survived?”

“I have no clue. Doyoung said he’d ask his dad about it.”

Doyoung’s dad was the fire chief, making your participation in the conflagration last night even more dicey.

“Tell him to call me as soon as he finds out anything.”

“I think he was already planning on that, but I’ll make sure he knows.”

“Good. Also, I’m sorry for kicking you in…” You trailed off as you turned around to see two big brown eyes staring at you from your bed. “I’ve got to go, Yuta. I’ll call you back.”

“What’s hap—”

You hung up.

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[romance-is-tragic]

Hey, Anna! I was just wondering if you could do a 'How the DC Legends would kiss y/n'. I'm working on a Leonard Snart fanfic and I'm having trouble describing how he would kiss/comfort my character who's going through a messy breakup.

Have a good day/night

Headcanons! How The DC Legends Would Kiss Fem! Y/N

Summary: See title. By the way, this is a select few characters from Season 1. Let us assume that this isn't the first kiss. Because I don't remember how to write first kisses.

A/N: I have been AWOL for several freaking years. Matters progressed. At some point during Covid, I kinda gave up on fanfiction because school got busy. But this was a cute little prompt I just had to pick up. (Totally not procrastinating on an essay here!) Took me fifteen minutes to do this. Not my best work, but I'm glad I got back into fanfiction. To everyone who still reads my younger self's work, thank you so much! Love you guys <3

PS. Thanks so much for asking @buckybarnesismylife! I'm glad you thought of me <3

Jefferson Jackson/Jax (Firestorm #2)

I see Season 1 Jax as... kinda shy? Kinda sweet? He likes you, he likes likes you, he likes likes you very much. But... PDA and whatnot, nope. He steals kisses from you when you're alone together.

Maybe he's in the engine room, tinkering. Or in the lab, doing... lab work. You're sitting to the side, reading a book, writing a poem, scrolling through Tumblr? Every so often, he gets up, places a kiss to your forehead, temple, cheek. You are this man's pomodoro technique.

And every so often, you pull him to you, place your lips against his. He's gentle. He cradles you close, a hand running through your hair. He draws it out. He enjoys it. You enjoy it. And when you pull away for air, a shy smile peeks through. And maybe even... a blush?

Leonard Snart (Captain Cold)

He is gentle with nobody but you. Yes, he's a slick sweet-talker, but with you, he's different. Softer. Maybe even sweeter. And he ain't afraid to show how much he likes you.

His kisses are casual. A kiss to your forehead as you sleep, a kiss to your shoulder as you work. Simple little kisses that send shivers down your spine. Now is that because of the cold gun, his frosty personality, or something else entirely? Who knows?

But his kisses are also very very not casual. Before missions, he holds you close. He feels the contours of your body under his hands. Such gentle hands, memorising every inch of your skin. A kiss to your forehead, on each eyelid, tip of your nose, then your lips. Long, hard, deep. A kiss to remember.

And after missions? Screw the kisses. He's just glad to know that you're alive. And well. And his. Okay, maybe some kisses. A lot of kisses.

Martin Stein (Firestorm #1)

He would not. Man is madly in love with Clarissa, and he would never dream of cheating on her. Shame on y'all for asking. (Did Martin ever cheat on Clarissa? It's been several years since I've seen the show... so... Someone tell me?)

Mick Rory (Heatwave)

I don't see Mick kissing anyone. Obviously, he is capable of affection, but it takes him time. He's more the huggy type? Maybe, just maybe, he places his lips against your temple as you sleep. He loves you. So so much. He's just scared to show it.

Ray Palmer (Atom)

Golden retriever vibes here. When this man likes you, he likes you. You tinker in the lab alongside him. The two of you work in comfortable quiet, the silence punctuated by the whisper of his kisses along your face, neck and shoulders. How this man ever gets work done, nobody knows.

But those are the casual kisses. On long languid afternoons, you lay in bed together, and he kisses you. Over and over and over. This man worships you and he lets you know. His hands pull you closer, he wraps you in his arms, and his kisses find their way to your lips. Over and over and over.

Sara Lance (White Canary)

Not typically the touchy feely type. When she kisses you, she means it. And they're not gentle either. They might start off gentle. Tender kisses against your lips, nips at your neck and collarbone. But then they get rough. Her lips working against yours, her tongue exploring your mouth. She pushes you into the wall, holds you there. You don't complain. Your hands find her hair, her hands find your waist. She kisses you ferociously, with an intensity you've never felt before. When she pulls away, your lips are chapped, bruised. Then the kisses get gentle again. Tender apologetic kisses against your swollen lips, across your eyelids and cheeks.

[lexiene]

[ ✧ ° : thoughts # 24 : ° ✧ ]

Inspired by this couple tiktok vid ehehe ( /^ ▽ ^ )/

When you and Megumi go out for grocery cause you ran out of things like snacks and essentials especially your favorite pregnancy food for craving moments even though you are barely 5 weeks, already craving for more sweets. In which Megumi deadpanned when you demanded him to go out and buy.

It can't be helped though, cause he loves ya.

While in the store you were planning something for him that makes your feet giggling in excitement as Megumi grab and pulls out the small cart that will be using and he said to you that he'll start with the beverage aisle and kisses your knuckles (cause thats his love language dont ask me) and you nodded and kiss his cheek which painted his cheeks red.

Then your plan starts as you see a variety of balloons clipped in their stand you of course choose the dog one with the resemblance of his precious Divine Dogs.

You quickly unclipped the object and circle around the aisle to met his back facing you he was still looking at the beverage scanning for cheaper one.

You take your chance and slowly clip the balloon to his jacket. Locator secured.

You stiffen your laugh making Megumi turns to you saying 'what?' and you said 'nothing' you then follow up to him that you go to the baby aisle searching for toys for the upcoming baby you'll be sure to find him in no time. As he looked at you in questionable why are you giggling then proceed to the next aisle.

After you grabbed the cute baby toys you then search for your husband instead calling him you look up from the aisle and beam.

He's in the pasta aisle, with the locator floating.

As the time goes by, Megumi starts to suspecting something from you that you won't stop giggling everytime you approach him while you put down the things needed into the cart and saying your going to the next aisle.

Maybe your hormones just being extremely happy?

Then later on an old lady chuckle behind his back saying 'Is there something wrong?' he questions the elder then she pointed up and following her pointed above and froze in embarrassment.

Is that a balloon?

Was that with him all the time and he didn't even noticed?

The elder lady points 'What an extremely adorable thing floating around you young man, must be your lover's doing,' she chuckles again as his ears turned completely red and apologizes to her that he caused a distraction removed it from him but she didn't mind at all and said that was normal and entertaining.

Oh he's gonna serious talk with you.

Finally you grabbed the last thing from today's list and time to get or rather find Megumi in easy way as you search the balloon and noticed that the balloon was gone like completely gone.

Shoot. He must been noticed it.

As your hip met with clank of the cart behind you is your angry lookin husband glares at you and the balloon seating and tied in the cart so it won't float.

'It seems you planned this from the start and now you got me embarrassed' he torts at you.

You only stared at him and then completely laughed out which melt down his embarrassment into lovingly state. But still you apologize to him and adorably said because he was adorable on it.

He sighed to himself that he couldn't take you so much because it was your fault making him falling in love with you again. ( Tehee )

[educatedsimps]

daily convos with Jo: how to tell if your friend is slowly descending into the depths of insanity

[vyph2001]

Maid OG!CIH

[daughterscars62]

So I Made A Little Oneshot Au.

It's Called Helpful Pabit Au :>

[smileforusau]

He's Keeping An Eye On Everyone. : - )

[betweenbreaths]

a good drink (zoro x reader)

Summary: You learn the hard way never to steal from a pirate, especially not from a petty swordsman.

Rating: 18+ (smut - you have been warned)

A/N: Just a little self-indulgent thing I whipped up after being fed-up with my WIPs. Hope you enjoy!

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"This tastes surprisingly good," Zoro remarks, as he licks his lips clean with a smirk. Tipping his head up, he eyes the look on your face—and you can only imagine how you look like from his view. Perhaps flushed, your eyes unfocused and half-lidded, lips parted in protest from his momentary break.

"Zoro, please," you whine, fingers weaving into his green hair and tugging towards you again. His head stays stubbornly in place, not yielding to your pleas. He seems to be enjoying the sight of you begging, if the growing smirk on his face is any indication. Any other day, you would be itching to wipe it off with a good punch, but right now all you can think about is his tongue on your clit and all the sinful things he was making you feel just moments ago.

Since moving him doesn't work, you roll your hips, trying to inch closer to his mouth but it doesn't get you anywhere either. Your hands are tied securely to the bedframe by his bandana, so all you can do is lay there and let Zoro do whatever he wants with you.

Once he's decided you've stewed long enough, he plunges his hot tongue back into your folds again, causing your head to tip back with a keening moan. Your hips buck towards him before you can help it, and you feel his tongue sweep up the line of your wet slit, straight to your sensitive, pink clit. The tip of his tongue traces the nub in a circular motion, before rolling over it with more force than before and his lips close in, teeth grazing it and sucking hard.

It's like electricity is flowing through your body; the pleasure comes like sparks flying off your skin. You can hear the sound of him sucking, lapping up your juices and savouring you as if you're the finest drink he's ever had.

"Faster. Please. More," you whimper, pulling at his hair. Single words are all you can manage, other than the filthy moans leaving your mouth. You can feel it, your climax getting closer, but Zoro just isn't giving it to you.

"I'm savoring the taste of you," he replies, meeting your gaze and you can see the mirth gleaming in his eyes, "since someone stole my drink earlier."

Petty, that's what Roronoa Zoro is. Of course he would bring that up now, when he has you putty in his hands, needy and desperate for release. All you did was take the bottle lying all by itself on the kitchen counter and drink the last of it. How were you supposed to know it was his drink?

You're about to protest that he should have labelled the damn bottle in the first place, when you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, sinking into you in the next second. Whatever retort you came up with dies instantly in your throat, thoughts scattering and mind going blank as you feel yourself being filled.

His fingers pull back, and plunge into you again, all at a maddeningly slow pace. Grinding your hips into the air does nothing, as before. You can't even move your legs, one of which has been thrown over his shoulder while the other is being held by the calf and spread apart so he has full access to your wet pussy. You're helpless, in every sense of the word, and at the mercy of a particularly unforgiving man to boot.

"Got any complaints? It's your fault for stealing from a pirate."

By now you've given up on reasoning, all sense and logic having left you by now. All you can register is Zoro fingering and eating you out at the same time, and the mounting tension in your lower abdomen is starting to consume you whole.

"Z-Zoro... I'm close..."

At the sound of your whine, he suddenly stops moving. For a second, you're confused. It doesn't take long before you're making a sound of protest and tugging on his hair in a bid to get him to continue.

"Don't stop..."

"Is that how you apologise for stealing someone's drink?"

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please, make me cum." The apology tumbles out of your mouth immediately without an ounce of shame. You're eyeing his wet fingers, waiting with bated breaths for him to slide them inside you again, and to use his mouth to make you unravel completely.

"That's more like it," he says with a grin, seemingly satisfied with your hasty, desperate words, much to your relief.

His mouth closes in on you again, and his fingers thrust into you, harder and faster than before. The tips of your toes die into the bedsheets as your back arches, moaning and crying out for more.

You're so close. You can feel it, the waves of pleasure coming as Zoro sucks and plays with you, observing and drinking in every reaction you make to his ministrations.

You lose track of the seconds or minutes that pass. The tension grows and grows low in your belly like a rubber band being stretched to snapping point.

"Cum for me," Zoro says, with a light moan into your centre that has you shaking from the vibration of his deep voice against your skin.

As if under a spell, your body obeys. A loud cry of his name leaves your lips as you come, head tipping back into the pillow and eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm does its number on you. You feel your body quake as the man continues to go down on you, lengthening and drawing out your climax as far as he can.

Before long, your body begins to still, coming down from its pleasurable high. Your chest heaves as you pant, trying to catch your breath while your vision clears up.

Zoro's eyes meet yours then, and he pulls away from your wet, throbbing cunt, a string of your cum following his lips.

"Don't think you're getting off that easily," Zoro says, voice commanding and making you shiver. You watch in silence as he stands up, pulling out his cock. His member is stiff, standing tall and slick with pre-cum, and the sight makes your mouth water.

Zoro must have seen the desire in your eyes too, because the corner of his lips lifts into a smug smirk.

"On your knees. I'll teach you to apologise properly."

[itsheccincheebs]

So what if Izuku nearly has a stroke before their first date even begins? He's doing his best, okay?! Meanwhile, Aria knows exactly what she's doing...

Read from the beginning...

[gutspiller]

sin triangle - I

read it on ao3 here

There’s nothing like finding the perfect thing. Which might as well be everything for you, little magpie.

While you were on one of your weekly walks, definitely not avoiding your blatant debt and lack of knowledge on what a loan was— you stumbled upon this fancy little hotel. It was one you had seen on TV, the flashy picture box straining your eyes but being completely irresistible to not do so. It had been rebuilt, you saw, the abrasive signs blazing in every direction.

Upon smashing through a window you had previously thought to be an open balcony, you’ve come to find a year’s worth of shinies. Plucking a shard of glass out the flesh of your shoulder, you sift through tons of trinkets. Necklaces, pretty metallic blades, earrings, soda tabs..

In other words: A gold mine!

“Oh, oh! This is gorgeous.”

“Yes, yes, this is so shiny and beautiful and..”

You whisper under your breath with, frankly, inconsistent caution, eyeing a fancy little charm. “This too!” You look over at the rack below it, gasping in awe and swiping a fancy little copper broach encrusted with jewels. You flip it over, and on the back there’s an engraved date from a long time ago— the rust creeping up the sides. It’s dated to around the time you were alive, 1926. “So many pretties..” Looking behind you to check for intruders, you shriek. (Not minding the fact of the matter is that you are the detested intruder) You feel a hand reach around your back to rest on your shoulders. Spindly claws tap at your collarbone, too cold to be even remotely close to human.

“Oh, aren’t you just darling?” A devilish man asks close to your ear, and you can almost feel your knees buckle. It sounds awfully like.. Static. Um, but he’s complimenting you at least..? This is for sure just one of Alastor’s many sly ways of taunting you— but you pay the insinuations no mind. This one is too much a threat— and a tall glass of water —for you to not lean into his tricks. You’ve got to hold on to hope somehow, right? Ha..

Pushing away every single warning, bubbling thought in your mind, you slip your hands in your pockets and rock on your feet nervously. “Um, thank you, sir..?” Your voice cracks, and in a fit of embarrassment, you shoot your head down and clear your throat. Ugh, no.

This just won’t do.

Getting caught first thing in the morning is not what you were planning on doing today. And it clearly also wasn’t the case for this fellow. “Well, ta-ta! I’ve got to run!” You squeal, and attempt to slide out of the grandiose hotel. Your glossy wings expand, the greenish-turquoise plumage shining in the light coming through the windows. (Maybe you should do this sort of thing at night..) It was silly of you to even try and steal from the infamous Radio Demon, and at the very least; a guaranteed death sentence.

If you didn’t make it out now, there’s definitely no other side for you to enjoy. It wasn’t like you were going to be spared, much less magically appear in Heaven beyond your expiration date. All you are at this point is curdled milk, as so with every sinner to die and be sunk down to the depths of torture.

To your hellish luck, he lets you escape. By escape, he means let you fall into the claws of the hotel’s residents. They’re pests, but you’re sure you can kill a few to glide by easily. What you don’t expect is for those same residents to be even capable of pinning you down like a twisted game at the carnival.

You thrash in place, and barely hold off dry heaving as you see Alastor’s form descend from his Voodoo-esque shadows. You were dead. You were a right fool to think you could escape the worst overlord in hell— who did you think you were? To even dare to think he didn’t have this all figured out from the moment he spotted you dawdling near his possessions.

The demon’s voice drawls out evilly, a sinister tone itching you under your skin. “Filthy,” He sings. “Little,” You swallow your mucus, choking out a cough. “Thief.” It was a decent run, in the end. To be sad about it would be a waste— Huh?

Suddenly, party streamers litter the room with an annoyingly high-pitched squeak. For a second, you think you’re being suffocated, but the crêpe paper proves otherwise. It is scratchy on your skin, and a familiar face you know for a fact you’ve seen on the TV down at the shops appears in your blotchy vision. Opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, miss little “Charlie Morningstar!” yaps in your face without reason.

Maybe you’d rather die.

But at least you have the pretties!

[theflikchic]

Dare shout-out to the "Snape wasn't bullied! It was a rivalry!" discourse for making me realize I was actually ruthlessly bullied in high school! And screw anti-bullying lectures for gaslighting me into believing otherwise!

[bitingthehandthatfeedsyouu]

Link to my latest fanfiction, "Girls on Film"! feel free to check out

[daughterscars62]

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone 👌

Have Some Memes Based On @sapphire-strikes Thanksgiving Headcannons

Here's The Original Story: https://sapphire-strikes.tumblr.com/post/635912186550747136/habit-in-charge-of-thanksgiving-or-kamal-with-fk