#happy birthday you little devil!😈

[lampochkaart]

I sincerely ask you all to laugh at me,

If this helps you!

Yes, I look like a jester, but I'm a king at heart

And no one can do it like me!

Король и Шут — Гимн Шута

When I first heard this song I was like "damn this fits Kokichi so well" and wanted to draw a mini comic one day

Anyway, I'm a little late but happy birthday to my favorite jester! I hope you had a wonderful birthday party with lots of sweets and gifts, 'cause you deserve it💖

[asirensrage]

kinktober entry 7: Priest Kink and Corruption

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Priest!Hanma x Haitani Ran Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: corruption. priest kink. religious themes. religion used inappropriately. religion skepticism. swearing. sex.

notes: It's my birthday so in true hobbit fashion, I'm gifting you all with some works today. This one was a bit of a challenge but it was fun. I wrote it for @sxrvivc.

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Ran isn’t religious. 

The only reason he’s here is because of Rindou. His brother was dragged to the church by their mother, in her new attempts to woo a god-fearing man as her next victim. Ran would have preferred to be bundled in his bed and not emerge until noon. Not dressing up and dragging himself to sit in an overheated building with strangers who preferred to cast blame on a mythical figure than take responsibility for themselves. 

Still, he’s not about to let his little brother get wrapped up in their mother’s schemes, or worse, decide that he likes the idea. 

He leans back in the pew, trying the impossible to get comfortable. He throws his arm back behind Rindou and ignores the look his mother gives him. He ignores it. The woman should be lucky that he’s willing to even pretend like they’re some happy family and not warn her next future husband off. You’d think they’d learn after how many others died after marrying her. 

Ran ignores the chanting, eyes nearly closing as he tries not to give in to the desire to sleep. It’d be easier if some of the people weren’t tone-deaf. He opens his eyes to peer at Rindou just to see his reaction. He didn’t need to bother to come. Based on his brother’s expression, there was no need to worry about these people swaying him.

He slumps a little further in the pew as the singing finally ends, closing his eyes and hoping this ends soon.

The piano stops and he hears footsteps at the front. The voice he hears is low and younger sounding than he expected. Ran opens his eyes slightly, curious to what old man sounds this young. He pauses as he catches sight of the man. They’re around the same age but what catches Ran’s attention are the tattoos on the back of his hands. Sin and Punishment. 

“What type of priest has tattoos?” he murmurs. 

Rindou snorts and their mother nudges Ran to be quiet. He rolls his eyes. 

The priest’s voice is low and smooth, but there’s something about the way he looks at his parish…like he views them as the suckers they are. It’s not any way a priest should look at the people listening to him, but he is. And then he meets his eyes. 

Ran doesn’t believe in God, but the devil stares back at him with gold eyes and a crooked grin, wearing a cassock in disguise. 

😈

Rindou gives up on going to church as soon as their mother stops dragging him, but Ran continues, even after his mother has moved on to a new target. He can’t seem to help himself. 

“I’ve never asked for forgiveness for my sins,” Ran says one night when they’re alone. He shouldn’t be alone with a priest but no one suspects anything will happen. Ran was taken by surprise the first time it happened, but Father Hanma has a way with words and Ran finds himself helpless to follow. 

“It’s offered regardless,” Father Hanma says. “As long as you’re willing to work for it. And you are willing to work for it…aren’t you, Ran?” He cups Ran’s cheek, tilting his face up to look at him. 

“I…yes,” Ran finally admits. 

Father Hanma smiles, a grin far more sharp than it has any right to be. “I knew you would be.”

😈

Ran isn’t religious.

But he kneels in supplication at Father Hanma’s feet, listening to the promise in his voice as he tells him that this is how he’ll absolve his sins. It’s bullshit, Ran knows it’s  bullshit, but that doesn’t stop him from giving in. It doesn’t stop him from learning what the other man tastes like, how the weight of his cock feels in his mouth or how to bend to take him properly. Ran bleeds in prayer led by a priest who pretends to be a better man than he is. 

His mother is praised for raising a son so willing to admit his faults and absolve his sins. She gains her mark from the sacrifice she thanks him for making, but Ran doesn’t see it as a sacrifice. Even as his knees are bruised and marks sucked and burned into his skin, even as there are nights he can’t walk straight. He didn’t do it for his mother. His curiosity led him right into the trap the devil lay and Ran walks willingly. He always will when Shuji leads the way. 

😈

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[livealittleoc-cb]

CW: Food in Picture

Happy 23rd Birthday Angel!

😈: I love my stupid fucking friends and stupid little things they do-. *laughs* Anubis and Andr made me a cake…Set decorated of course-. Loki and Set both got me cigarettes and the devils lettuce as gifts. *snorts* They said it’s a gag gift and by the big boxes in our living room I’m inclined to believe them. I let Jay do my makeup and I think she did good, they’re getting me ready for…I don’t even know they won’t tell me-. BUT I get to hangout with my parents this weekend for my birthday and I’m excited for that too hehe If anyone wants to join our chaos you’re welcome to!~

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[madhatterbri]

Birthday | W.O.

Summary: Will spends time with his favorite little lady on her birthday. Peaky Blinders esque.

Author's Note: Happiest of birthday my dear @multi-fandom-things730 . ❤️ May your day be as wonderful as you. I hope I do you proud. I had to include your other men. 😈

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Will Ospreay gazed at the man who begged for his life at his feet. The miserable bloke was groveling for the assassin to spare his life. Despite multiple warnings, he didn't get his financial affairs in order. The bored Will grabbed his pocket watch from his coat pocket.

"You got any idea what day it is?" Will asked spontaneously. His blue eyes scanned the face of the scared man. He was confused about the question. Maybe even a little afraid to answer the question.

"June... June 14th," the man stuttered. "You wish for me to announce my death day?"

"No, you bloody idiot. Today is my girl's birthday," Will answered with a smile. "I'm going to take her out tonight,"

The man's face fell. He wasn't following what one of Don Callis' boys was saying. "Okay?"

"That means," Will smiled and grabbed the man's coat that rested on his right shoulder. The man didn't struggle as he stood to his feet. Maybe he was accepting his fate. "I can't get bloody as I've just looked at the time. You go in the river for a little swim and get another week to get my money,"

"Thank you," the man sighed and closed his eyes. He was beyond appreciative that he would be able to walk the Earth a little longer.

Will's eyes darkened. He pulled the man closer to him. The normal joking man had one final warning for him. "Have my money, or the next time we meet, I won't be so friendly,"

A loud splash sounded when the man was shoved in the river. Will walked to his Ford Model T. He lit a cigarette and drove off to pick up a couple of things before he made it home to the birthday girl.

Will walked to the front door and checked himself on the window. He wanted to look pristine for her. Despite his life in the gangster world, his missus was always his number one priority. After meeting his standards, he walked inside the home.

He was immediately greeted with his Y/N standing in front of a mirror. She was in an active debate with herself on which jewelry to wear for tonight's celebration.

"Happy birthday, love. Might I say I like the dress you decided to wear," he greeted with a smile. The moment he saw that dress weeks ago, he had to buy it. She always looked good in white. It reminded him of the angel that she was. Fallen from the heavens to be with a devil like him.

"Some bloke got it for me. I made a promise that I'd wear it today for my birthday. Unfortunately, he didn't buy me any jewelry to go with it," she turned her head to look at him. Her face brightened at the sight of her favorite flowers.

"Man is a bloody fool. You should kick him to the curb. I'll take better care of you," he smiled and placed the flowers on the table before them. Will wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her close to him.

"He's the jealous type. He doesn't like to share me. Are you sure you can handle that?" She asked. Will moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck. She sighed happily and rested against him. He pulled a jewelry box from his coat.

"Picked them up from the jewelers today. Let me know if this will solve the problem," he informed her. She grabbed the box and opened it. Y/N couldn't believe the ones he bought. The very ones that were on display at the jewelers. She touched them gently as if they would break under her touch.

"I thought someone bought them. It was you?" She asked. "You spent all that money on me? You shouldn't have,"

"My missus smile is worth more than what I paid," he answered. Y/N placed the earrings on herself. He bought the perfect jewelry set for her dress.

"Would you mind?" She asked and handed him the necklace.

With careful fingers, he clasped the chain around the back of her neck. The necklace hung perfectly. He grabbed the bracelet and placed it around her wrist. Once he was finished, he kissed the top of her hand.

"Beautiful as ever. Shall we head out? I was able to get the T back," he smiled. "I know it's your favorite,"

"O'Reilly was able to fix it up that fast?" She asked. Her question was answered when they walked outside. The car looked like it never had any issues.

They made it to the car and drove towards her birthday party. The car ride was filled with witty banter and laughter.

Y/N suddenly remained stoic when she saw a group of men on the side of the street. "Is that who I think it is?"

The head of the Senerchia family from New York stood on the sidewalk. He must have been paying someone a visit in England. He was still angry with Will for what he did to his son.

A rather nasty break up between the Senerchia boy and Y/N's friend. Boy didn't get the message to cut his losses and move on. Kept harassing Y/N's friend at all hours. Will decided to give him a permanent message. Don Callis wasn't exactly happy until he heard the reasoning.

"It's fine, dear. We are almost at the speakeasy to celebrate your big day," Will smiled and kissed her hand once more. Y/N ignored the old man and turned her attention to Will.

Will parked in an alleyway. He hopped out of the car and walked over to her side. Ever the gentleman, he held the car door open for her. She smiled and looped her arm with his. They walked to the door.

A secret knock granted them access inside. The gentleman in charge of watching the coats grabbed Will's coat from him. They were given masks to wear for the party. He placed his mask on and assisted with hers. They looped arms once more and walked through a velvet curtain.

"Happy birthday!" A group shouted at them. Her mouth dropped in shock as their family and friends were there to celebrate her. She put her hand over her mouth. Tears sprung to her eyes at Will's dedication to making this day perfect.

Her favorite colors decorated the room. Pictures of them together sat on different tables. She wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

"Best birthday ever, thank you," she smiled and they shared a kiss.

[vidavalor]

Hi my dear! 😇😈 I've been enjoying reading your metas recently - the one about the kiss is fascinating. I'd been thinking about how the Metatron seemed rather devilish and saw other theories with that theme. 🤓😎 Another one is that maybe Aziraphale and Crowley did a body swap or, like you said, mixed essences. It's all really interesting and I'm looking forward to seeing which type of theory is the closest to canon! I had a giggle in the kiss meta at the line about a Derek Jacobi character skulking around with a creepy coffee 😆. I was wondering something - you referred to a past meta you wrote outlining the clues of Metatron really being Satan, is that the one called "the devil takes the hindmost", or is it another one? Also because I saw that one is mainly about Aziraphale having a breakdown and you mention the Metatron being the devil in that too. So can you link the Devil/Metatron one for me please? Thank you very much! 💜🩵🩷

Hi there, @queentorizira! Happy weekend! Thanks for reading & I'm happy you're enjoying them.💕Glad you found some of that post humorous as I was going for a little lightness since that scene is also devastating. *slices up the Devil's Food Cake* I'd be happy to link you to some more on the Satan in The Final 15 topic.

In truth, a lot of my posts for awhile now have had different aspects of the idea that it is Satan in The Final 15, even if that isn't always the main subject, because I keep finding indications of it and I like looking at it from different angles. I haven't exhausted the topic yet because it kind of runs through everything. Besides what I'll link below, I'd say that if you like this topic, keep an eye out for posts still to come as well. You've said you read The Kiss, which has some of the elements of the theory in it, but there are posts that are focused on it a bit more. I'll link a bit of a variety below so you can choose which one(s) seem the most appealing.

The Devil Takes The Hindmost: Even though the main topic is about Aziraphale's mental health struggles in S2, that's actually connected to it being Satan in The Final 15, and how will become more clear as you're reading it. This post also gets into dialogue supporting the theory from Mrs. Sandwich, Mrs. Cheng and Mr. Brown and shows how The Meeting Ball has the characters acting out a teaching about "keeping The Devil at bay" that is, in my opinion, the whole story, and sets up Satan in The Final 15. I would start with this or with Wrong Boy (linked below) to get the main ideas.

Wrong Boy: Talks about the parallels of Warlock's birthday party & Crowley & Aziraphale having the identity of the antichrist kid wrong in S1 and The Meeting Ball & the "wrong boy" of S2 being that it's Satan, not The Metatron. This & The Devil Takes The Hindmost are probably the ones that outline the whole idea in full most completely; other posts look at different angles reinforcing these ideas.

The Maggie & Robbery Theme post: Talks about the weird behavior of Maggie in The Final 15 & what that could have to do with the Satan theory, as well as gets into the theme of robbery in S2 & how that relates to it as well. This also looks a bit at the scene where Creepy Coffee is glaring at Crowley as the Big Villain Music gears up and how that is more suggestive of it being Satan than it being The Metatron.

How S3 Could Start: Talks about how S3 could potentially start, using elements from how S1's finale is structured to support the idea of it having been Satan in The Final 15 of S2 & that setting up Aziraphale's fall in 3.01.

The S1 plots referenced in S2: How the references to the bookshop fire and Gabriel not knowing that it was Crowley and not Aziraphale he was looking at in 1.06 are both about identity and recognition and hinting that it's not The Metatron in The Final 15.

Crowley & Hastur in S1 mirroring/foreshadowing S2's The Final 15: Talks about how the scene in S1 in which Crowley pretends like Hastur has been promoted to entrap him is a mirror to what Satan & The Metatron are doing in The Final 15. (Short.)

Gabriel's Trial Video: About how luring Crowley up to see the "institutional problem" part of Gabriel's trial video is part of the villains' plan to squash Crowley's fears about Aziraphale falling to Hell if he were to be the Supreme Archangel and is The Metatron helping Satan out with his temptation of Aziraphale.

The Devil & The Theme of Recognition: What it says on the tin. 😂

Perfectly Splendid: About references to Mary Poppins in The Final 15 that are signaling that it's Satan and not The Metatron. (Short.)

Bodysnatching: Just basically pointing out Crowley's "My side's gonna love a spot of bodysnatching" in 1827 as foreshadowing of not the graverobbing type of bodysnatching but the horror movie type setting up Satan in The Final 15. (Very short.)

The Unauthorized, Unescorted Demon: Looks at Crowley's explanation of the angels-are-bees analogy to Muriel in Heaven and how the unauthorized, unescorted demon that has gotten into the beehive is really Satan in the bookshop in The Final 15. (Short.)

Gabriel's Hint in 2.01: Looks at how some of Gabriel's dialogue about recognition in 2.01 is telling the audience to be wary of trusting someone based on visual recognition alone. (Short.)

"You Aren't Trying to Trick Me, Are You?": The parallel between Crowley tricking Muriel into the elevator & The Final 15. (Very short.)

"Extremely Alcoholic Breakfast at The Ritz": Crowley unintentionally saying the end of S2 on one level of his euphemistic speak in front of Muriel. (Very short.)

The Cardboard Box: Looks at how the seemingly throwaway line of Dagon warning everyone that cardboard boxes are scary traps is hinting at Satan in The Final 15. (Short.)

The ties to the movie, Clue: My response to someone who liked the theory involved mentioning that the movie, Clue, and Aziraphale and his Clues in S2 are possibly, well, a Clue. (Short.)

The first post I wrote on the topic ages ago-- The Devil in Disguise-- is in the pinned post on my blog but there are a couple of minor details in it that I have changed my mind on since and I don't think it's the strongest post so I didn't include it here, even if it's technically the first one. Wrong Boy and The Devil Takes the Hindmost are much better at conveying the ideas.

Just to clarify something from your Ask-- I don't really have a mixed essences theory, in the sense that I don't think that they did anything successfully. I think the point is that it all fell apart. They will ultimately win in S3 but they very much did not win in S2. In every story, there's that time when the bad guys win a battle, if not the whole war, and that's what I think S2 is. We need our main characters to lose a little here so that there is story for them in S3.

That's really why I don't think that doing a body swap actually would have saved them from the threats this time around-- in those moments in The Final 15, anyway. They did one of sorts earlier in the season with swapping the car and the bookshop and, like I was saying in The Kiss post, I'm pretty sure that Aziraphale driving The Bentley created a Fly of sorts and is how the story can ultimately get around Aziraphale losing his memories, which seems likely to be right upon us in the story in 3.01.

I think the villains are really the ones taking a turn with mirroring a body swap in S2-- and it's really funny because Satan and The Metatron are the two characters who have the least amount of, ya know, body, of all of the ones on the show. We still haven't seen Satan in his true form-- he was basically some kind of vapor-like bit of matter the first time we saw him in 1.01-- and The Metatron is a floating head. But, look at 'em go, cobbling a body together and kids-stacked-in-a-trenchcoat-ing The Final 15 here. 😂 Gotta give 'em credit for getting their revenge by doing to Crowley and Aziraphale the same thing Crowley and Aziraphale did to escape them in S1. Pretty dastardly stuff, that. 😉

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

Wildflowers (pt. xxi.ii)

a john paul jones x fem!oc fic

summary: Julia Morgan knew nannying for three girls who had recently lost their mother would come with many challenges. But she never thought their father, the enigmatic musician John Paul Jones, would be causing her the most trouble. And while Julia is not in the business of saving broken men, her tenderness might be meant for more than little girls and wildflowers.

table of contents │ previous chapter

masterlist│ko-fi

notes: nsfw

a/n: happy birthday to our one and only joh. enjoy the fluff while it lasts because next chapter, i'm coming at you with some angst 😈

pt. xxi.ii, horned poppy

“I’m trying to give all that I can.”

I felt a myriad of pebbles jabbing into my side beneath the blanket. But I didn’t mind, not with John’s body pressed up against mine after so long apart. We were wrapped in the picnic blanket; bellies full, skin chilled from the sea air.

I nuzzled my face into John’s neck, unable to get enough of his scent. Beneath the fresh twist of aftershave was his smell, a smell completely eluding description. Specific to him. No inhale was quite enough, like some sort of despicable drug meant to be my undoing.

“Mm…” John hummed from his half-waking state.

I felt the vibrations through his neck against my lips and pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple.

“Are you happy?” he said through a voice sticky from wine and berries.

“Of course,” I said and slid my hands around his waist, his shirt already completely mussed in my hands. I pulled the fabric aside, let my hands graze his skin. “Are you?” I asked, digging my nails in slightly.

I detected the beginnings of a whimper at the very back of his throat. Distant, maybe even hopeful. “I was in desperate need of some estrogen,” he replied.

With a laugh, I wormed myself closer, if that were even possible. “I’ve got plenty.”

“Julia…”

“Why do you always say that? ‘Julia…’ like I’ve done something bad?”

John craned his head back so our eyes could meet. “Well, would you say that this is something a good girl would do?”

Good girl. A thrall of nerves rumbled in my mouth.

His lips brushed the corner of my mouth. “Pressed up against me…”

“Under a blanket,” I added pointedly, not daring to draw away.

“In broad daylight,” he corrected then snatched my lips into a kiss.

I laughed into his mouth. Deep, throaty. “You shouldn’t be surprised, at this point,” I offered as I slid my hands to his belly and wriggled my fingers into the waistband of his slacks.

A breath hiccupped out of his mouth. “I didn’t say I was surprised. Not at all.”

“Mm, I’m predictable?” I pouted as I undid the button on his trousers.

“I didn’t say that with – ha –” John’s cadence jumped when I pushed my hand into the crotch of his pants, fondling him over his underwear.

“Then what is it?” I said, a playful plea. “I’m not surprising and I’m not predictable, so what am I?”

John hardened as my hand passed over him again and again. My center began to throb for him. “You’re Julia. Which is the best thing you could be.”

My heart leapt. John was the devil and I knew it. Anything from his lips was molten sugar. He knew I’d devour it and let my teeth rot.

And I adored him. Even more than that. I was falling in love with him. Before that thought could burble out of my mouth in some trembling, tender sigh, I captured his mouth with mine and kissed. Kissed, kissed, kissed. Thoughtless lips. Thoughtless fucking heart.

I pulled the blanket further over the both of us for good measure before shifting his pants downward. My bare palm connected with his hardened cock, eliciting a wordless hiss from his mouth.

There wasn’t much room to maneuver, but the intent was clear: get him between my legs as fast as possible and keep him there as long as possible to feel like forever. Remember each and every ridge and curve of him buried inside. Capture the moment so that I could survive until his future return.

We shifted back and forth, hips trying to catch, until we found the appropriate angle for the head of his member to dip inside me.

John let out a breath through his nose like an angry bull, the air skimming my neck. “Here? Really?”

“When are you going back?” I asked, nonsequiting.

His response was stolen as I moved my hips forward, taking him slightly deeper.

The stretch felt new again. I gripped his shirt and took pause as my body adjusted to the beginning of fullness.

“Morning,” John finally responded, word strangled in his throat. “I’ll leave…in the morning.”

A smile graced my lips, genuine, from the bottom of my heart. The girls would get to see him, however brief.

“Christ, Julia, you want me to talk sense right now and I’m halfway in the…” John pressed his forehead to my shoulder and groaned.

“Has it really been so long that you’re this desperate?”

“I used to get it every night, if you’ve forgotten.”

I laughed, biting at his chin. “You’re saying I’ve been spoiling you.”

John’s hand rustled under the cover, gripped my ass. “Please, Julia.”

“No one’s stopping you.”

Shifting his pelvis, John slid inside me, inch by inch, deeper and deeper, until there was no way we could be closer. His intake of breath was as if for the first time, a dormant god awakened by a thoughtless mortal.

He clung to me, quiet desperation. Unmoving. “Feel so good,” he sighed into my ear.

From somewhere down the beach came the chortling of some seabirds. I pulled the blanket tighter around us, so tight there would be no room to thrust or undulate. All that existed amidst the blanket was one body with two beating hearts and a familiar arousal. No need to consummate, no need to rush. In fact, it was a feeling I wanted to live in forever.

Not just a feeling. Wanted him to live in me forever. A piece. Just a little.

I scared myself with the very thought.

Love is a laughable little word. Love is an emotion that belongs to children, adults, and animals indiscriminately. Between friends, family members, between humans and nature, between children and their most treasured teddy bears.

But life…the possibility of building a life even creating a life. That is proprietary to one particular kind of relationship.

I dug my fingernails into his back, eyes widening at the thought of something I couldn’t deny I wanted. “John…” my voice cracked.

John gripped me back. “What, Julia? What, love?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn’t say it. Because what would I say? That I loved him? Wanted him in more beyond the secret of a blanket? Wanted the girls to know?

Wanted a future?

I couldn’t say any of that.

Tears streamed down my face. I buried my face into his shoulder and squeezed myself around him. “Need you to come,” I finally choked out. “Need to feel you.”

And when he whispered my name again in my ear, I knew he’d give me what I wanted.

Under the blanket, our friction grew. Micromotions and clenching muscles, panting breaths, until it was utterly clear John couldn’t hold out much longer.

A single moment, a pinpoint of clarity. The sky expanding, shafts of light through the gray clouds, shuffling waves on the shore.

That could be enough, couldn’t it?

“Oh, god,” John murmured in a strangled tone before releasing inside. He spread one hand against my lower back, heaving breaths to try and catch up to himself.

I hummed with satisfaction. No need for an orgasm on my part, not after what happened in the Rolls.

Just having him close.

Like this.

Mine.

“Why do you feel so good? Always?” John kissed me. “Always,” he repeated, nudging his nose with mine.

If he noticed the remnants of my tears, he said nothing.

“I don’t know what to do about you, Julia.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

John slid one arm free from the blanket and cupped the back of my head. Forehead pressed against mine. I listened to him breathe until he gained the courage to say what he wanted to. “I don’t know, I…I want you to know I care for you.”

I tilted my mouth toward his, needy for a kiss.

“I’m trying to give all that I can.”

I could read between the words. The subtle admission.

I want to. I'm trying. But I can't. Yet.

All this had started with him needing a nanny. Then needing a lover. Baby steps.

Except children…when they take their steps they already know they want to run. If they run too soon, they’ll fall.

Were we about to run? Or had we already started?

And when were we going to fall face first in the mud, muck everything up?

Only time would tell.

“I know you are, darling,” I whispered. “You’ve given me so much.”

John smiled with a solemn satisfaction which I stole off his face with a kiss.

“Now, stop being so dower when you’re inside me, hm? You’re going to create a Pavlovian response that my fanny makes you all serious, now –”

That knocked him into a laugh, changing the tenor of the conversation to the better.

I let myself smile again. It’s your birthday, Julia. Let it be happy.

Time slipped through our fingers quicker than quick and before we knew it, we had to be back on the road to Crowborough. The ride back was quiet except for the crinkling radio. I remained glued to John’s side the whole way back, the kerchief around my neck, the flowers desperate for water on the seat beside me.

Once we turned down Warren Lane, there was a natural parting between the two of us as I slid back into my seat, knowing that the girls were already home, thanks to Annie fetching them from school. No need to add to further confusion or to corner us into naming something that didn’t yet want to be named.

And thank goodness we did; the moment we pulled up, the girls rushed out in their school uniforms and nearly bum rushed the car. Of course, it was for John, as it always should be. “Wait, wait, wait,” I cried out, holding my hand out toward them, “for the car to stop!”

The easy dandy John Paul Jones brought the car to a stop and leapt out of the car toward the children, almost like his adoring public. I wondered how it compared to the screams of his fans. However, if I had learned John at all in the short time we’d known one another, I’d say anything with the band held no candle to this.

“You’ve all grown! I’ll be a dwarf soon!” he said as he embraced them, fake tears in his voice.

“It’s been two weeks!” Tamara rightly pointed out in her matter-of-fact way.

As I stepped out of the car, basking in the scene, I was surprised when Jacinda wriggled out of John’s arms and came tripping toward me, catching herself at my waist. I tripped back against the car door, laughing. “Cin, what on earth!”

“Are you having a good birthday?” she asked, grinning up at me.

For a split second, I detected a knowingness in her eyes. I shook it off, gave her a tight squeeze. “It’s been a perfect birthday. Now let’s go inside.”

She giggled. “Yes, let’s.”

I raised an eyebrow. Something was afoot.

“Julia!” Kiera scrambled over and grabbed my hand. “You look older!”

“Oh! Thanks,” I said dryly, ignoring John’s snickering.

Annie appeared in the doorway. “Now, what have I said about leaving the door open? Inside, the lot of you!”

No one argued and, once inside, I was directed straight to the kitchen, Kiera pressing on my hindquarters without mercy. “Come look, come look, come look!”

“Tamara! Her eyes!” Jacinda directed.

Tamara tucked her hands over my eyes; I nearly had to take pause at how much that one gesture made me realize how she’d grown since March. “What are you up to?!” I exclaimed.

“Easy now, careful with the birthday girl,” Annie squawked.

After nearly being run into the doorframe, the girls got me into the kitchen without injury.

“Three, two, one…open!” Jacinda announced.

Tamara’s hands lifted, revealing a beautiful triple decker cake with white cream and bright red strawberries between each layer. Evidently homemade and with a childlike touch of strawberries slices placed together in hearts on the top.

“Surprise!” Kiera yelped, jumping out from behind me and grinning her big, somewhat toothless grin. “Your favorite!”

I gasped, “You remembered!” I should have known all the nagging last week about favorite sweets would have been for something like this.

“Happy birthday, dear,” Annie said, tapping my shoulder. “From the girls.”

I eyed Annie with a subtle shake of my head. “First a picnic and now this, It’s too much, it’s…”

“Do you want a slice?” Kiera asked, climbing up on a stool to stick her finger in the cream.

John swept in, gripping the littlest under her armpits and yanking her back from the cake. “After dinner, love.”

“Can’t we start with dessert instead?” Jacinda asked helplessly.

“Please, Daddy, we’ve been working on it for hours and Annie didn’t even let us lick the bowl,” Tamara complained.

John and I laughed, especially when Annie cocked her shoulder and added, “That’s my gratuity and they knew that.”

“Well, what do you think, John?” I asked, threading my fingers through Tamara’s hair, pushing her fringe out of her eyes. “Dessert first wouldn’t hurt just once, hm?”

The girls all shot up on their tiptoes, repeating “please” over and over in an effort to appease their father. And John relished making them wait on the edge for his answer. “If that’s what the birthday girl wants.”

The celebration that followed was momentous. We all gathered around the table with a plate of cake and delighted in fresh cream and zippy strawberries, almost bypassing the ritual of “Happy Birthday” and “make a wish”. Amidst all the chatting and laughter, cake was nearly polished off and there was no room for dinner much to Annie’s grumbling chagrin.

From time to time, I noticed John appraising the white lilies in their vase. Compared to the wildflowers, they were more flamboyant. Still, though, uglier.

I made a note to offer them to Annie to take home and revel in herself. I only needed flowers from one man.

“Julia, is this the best birthday ever?” Kiera asked, coming over to my seat and pushing her way onto my lap.

I hugged her close, peering over her head at John across the table who was the last of us to still have cake on his plate, his fork awaiting his mouth with another bite. “Oh, absolutely. The best ever,” I said. “Thanks to you girls. And Annie. And your father.”

John looked away then, cheeks turning bright red.

“We’re sort of like your best friends, right?” Kiera went on, her legs swinging back and forth over me.

“Better than best,” I replied. Meaning it.

Kiera simply smiled and dropped her head on my shoulder.

It was all falling into place. So easy. So simple.

“Can we look at the book now?”

We all glanced over to the doorway where Jacinda stood with the yellow photo album. The same they’d looked at on Tamara’s birthday.

Tamara rolled her eyes, “Julia isn’t in the book, Cindy.”

Jacinda pulled the album closer to her chest. “I know, but we always look at the book.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t want to invite myself into a family tradition, but didn’t want to break Jacinda’s heart.

Clearing his throat, John finally spoke, “Tamara’s right, Julia isn’t in the book.”

Jacinda’s brow pinched in distress.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t look at it, though,” he added with a soft smile.

“What will Julia look at if there aren’t pictures of her in it?” Kiera asked.

I shook my head. She was sounding just like my little brother, Anson, the apple of everyone’s eye at all times, even if he had to force it. “I’m happy to look at all your pictures, it doesn’t matter if I’m in them.”

Tamara twisted her lips to the side. “But it’s your birthday.”

“Tell you what,” John announced, patting his mouth off with his napkin and tossing it down before pushing himself to his feet. “I’ve got an idea. Give me two minutes.”

Jacinda set the book down in front of me with a proud smile. “These are where we keep the best pictures.”

“And we look at it on every birthday,” Kiera added.

“It’s just because Daddy likes to embarrass us with our baby pictures,” Tamara grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

I laughed. “Oh, I’d love to see that.”

“Julia…” she moaned.

John returned right quick with a Polaroid camera in his hand. “Alright, girls, gather together around Julia would you?”

My heart plummeted. “I am in no shape for a picture, John.”

“Oh, nonsense, you look beautiful,” he uttered while checking the cartridge for film.

I tried not to gasp in delight as the girls crowded me. Kiera on my knee, Jacinda leaning on my shoulder, and Tamara at the back of my chair. 

“We haven’t taken a picture in forever,” Kiera said with delight.

“Because you’re missing your teeth,” Tamara jabbed.

Kiera lifted her chin, grit her teeth, and stuck her tongue through one of the gaping holes toward Tamara. Appropriately, Tamara squealed in disgust.

I playfully thwacked each of them. “Girls, please, we’re about to take a picture. Be pleasant, hm?”

With a few final checks and a swipe of my thumb across the corner of Jacinda’s mouth, we were ready. John poised himself behind the camera and counted down as we all smiled.

“Three…two…”

“My cheeks hurt, Daddy,” Kiera complained through clenched teeth.

I laughed as the flash went off.

A few minutes later, John opened the book to the very last page and slid the developed picture beneath the clear plastic. Kiera smiling maniacally with me caught in a blurry mid-laugh with Jacinda and Tamara. On the white frame, he’d written, “Julia’s First Birthday”.

I blinked in confusion for a moment.

“First? Julia’s older than one,” Jacinda said with a furrowed brow.

John settled into the chair beside mine and folded his hands on the table. “First of many birthdays with Julia, I hope.”

I smiled as our eyes met.

“I hope so too,” Kiera said, looping her arms around my neck. “How old are you, anyway?”

I grunted. “Old.”

“Oh hush,” Annie scolded from the sink where she was scraping off dishes.

“Now, Julia’s in the book, which means we’ve got to start at the beginning,” John said, turning the album back to the very first page.

The beginning. The beginning of their family. Not mine. Or was it? Now that I existed between the pages, a moment in time pressed between his three daughters who I loved dearly, did that mean I could claim the Baldwins as my own?

I glanced down at a wedding photograph. A young John and Mo. So young together. My contentment didn’t shrivel at the sight though my insides drooped.

“That’s Mummy and Daddy when they got married,” Jacinda explained to me.

“It rained the whole day,” Tamara added as she took a seat, emphasis on the word “whole”, the hallmark of being told the story many times and learning the exact cadence in which it was told.

“Did it really?” I asked.

Jacinda nodded. “But Mummy always says – said it’s very good luck for it to rain on your wedding day.”

“Is that true, Daddy?” Kiera prodded.

I held my breath, feeling the eternity it took for John to answer. The slow curl of his lips and the difficulty he had raising his gaze to look at his girls. I was ready to turn the page, to tell them to move it along and not worry about his answer, when he inhaled and puffed his chest with pride, his eyes regarding each of his daughters.

“Oh yes, girls. It’s fantastic luck.”

My heart quadrupled in size when he then looked at me.

Because somehow, despite all the pain that brought him to this moment, our paths crossing was perhaps a stroke of luck.

After all, there’s no sunshine without the rain.

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[starrybluez]

have you ever noticed the amount of similarities paul mccartney and john taylor have together?

Haha yes quite a few, I seem to have a type! 😂

Not only are they both brilliant British bass players who are both Geminis with birthdays 2 days apart, but also...

They both say y'know a billion times in interviews - at least Paul did back in his earlier days, but John still says it so much 😂

Both like to paint and some of their artwork is very good (I said some, not all - there's a bunch by Paul that would give me nightmares)

They have perfected the art of dorky dad dancing and weird sound effects.

The cutest ones in their bands (you all can fight me on this if you wish, but I won't budge! 😂 I shall stand by my men!)

I mean, look at them! Such beauty! 😍

And yes, I know they were both quite the Casanovas (the little devils 😈), but each has settled down in their older age and appear happily married (oh well 😂)(no no, I know Paul is way too old for me now, and John is much older too - and I'm happy for them, but...John if you're ever single again...)

They both look slightly lost on stage when they're not attached to an instrument. There's a shyness about them (especially John) which I find very endearing. I'm totally awkward too, so I get it 😅

Both are very sweet fathers and grandpas 💕

I'm sure there's more similarities that I'm forgetting! Good grief, they may as well be twins at this point. I'll just stop here.

[aurorawritestoescape]

Author Self Rec

rules: when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love♥️

Thank you for the tags lovelies @milla-frenchy and @kewwrites 💕💕💕

1. The Devil in Me pt1 - Devil!Dieter Bravo x actress!reader

It was my first fic everrrr and it’s very dear to me. To my own surprise it turned into a series and I’m happy that it did because I love its characters very much😈

2. Surveillance - Javier Peña x f!reader

Pinterest gave me an idea for this story😅 I hope to make into a series. there’s nothing hotter on a man than an overwhelming desire to have you. And if he’s Javi😍🥵

3. The Beast Within- dark!Ezra x f!reader

I fell in love with Ezra after watching the movie and his modulated voice haunted my dreams. So I HAD TO write that fic or I’d have exploded😅🥵 I think it turned out hot.

4. Birthday Surprise - no outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader × Tommy Miller

Writing this story was super fun! I’ve always wanted to be sandwiched between Joel and Tommy🥵 Also the idea was born out of a prompt of wonderfully talented @noxturnalpascal and writing my version, discussing it with friends gave me a great sense of belonging and acceptance as a writer🥹🫶

5. Hot Shower -pre-outbreak Joel Miller × f!reader

This is just a fun pwp one-shot and I think it turned out pretty hot. And it has a little OMG moment at the end which I’m proud of😏

Npt 💖 @princessanglophile @quaritchscupquake @ghoulettesinspace @elvinaa @sageispunk

[jinxthejubilee]

Happy Devil Day Everyone!!

Congratulations to every one of you who takes the time to be the unpaid therapist to these wackos!

If I may, I would like to tell my tale of how I came to love our dearly beloved demons, angels, and shady wizard.

I've only been playing since September 1st, exactly two days before my birthday. But I've actually known about Obey Me for a couple months before I actually started playing.

I learned about this game thanks to my little sister. She found cosplays and art of the brothers on Tik Tok and got curious.

The very first image she showed me of the game was of Satan lounging around with a book in his hands.

And let me tell you, as someone who loves mythology of all kinds and knowing what Satan is supposed to look like, I burst out laughing. 🤣🤣

I couldn't help it! It was hilarious to me!

Now as for how I became interested in the game, my sis showed me an animatic of the Save Me Lucifer audio drama from Syaz Rock.

After that, I was hooked.

I looked up all the lore, the character's personalities, the Devildom, EVERYTHING.

And I don't regret it at all.

I love this game from the bottom of my heart! It stays in my head rent free, and I don't mind. And I hope we the fandom can continue to have fun and enjoy the ride.

Can't wait to meet Mephistopheles, Thirteen, and Raphael, once I get to those levels...gonna take me a while though...would it be blasphemous of me to ask for a prayer? 🙏

Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful day of celebration.

Happy Devil Day everybody! 😈 💗

[georgianadarcies]

What kinds of gifts do you think jess gets rory for her bday/christmas etc? and vice versa? i can never think of an answer to this besides books lmao

omg okay I think that books are definitely a given (maybe he’s found a signed version of one of her favorites, or an uncorrected proof, because she loves those) but other than that… he’s never getting her a bracelet, not after the whole dean debacle, but he might get her some charms for the one she got from her grandfather for her 24th birthday, a little pen or something cute like that. sometimes he’ll get her CDs or records, even if those are sort of absolute now, but if he sees an XTC album that’s signed, he’ll get that for her, no question. maybe a nice necklace that she’s pointed out before — something simple and elegant, she’s not about flashy or showing off. good concert tickets, close to the stage, maybe reunion tours for bands that he knows she would kill to see. a fancy expensive bookmark would be right up her alley. one year he builds her a bookshelf, which she actually cries over, although that’s the year she’s pregnant so really, it doesn’t take much to make her cry, but still.

I feel like she’d get some of the same stuff for him, like concert tickets. in a universe where they’re together in 2015 she gets tickets for the grateful dead fare thee well tour, even though she can’t stand their stuff for the most part. signed records, too. uses her connections sometimes to get him copies of books before they’re out, devil wears prada style, like a new david sedaris book (she’s met him personally). vintage band t-shirts, ones from bruce springsteen tours or metallica. he’s a lot harder to get gifts for and honestly doesn’t want that much to begin with, so books are always a fail safe, but he’s also pretty happy when she just rents them a movie and orders his favorite takeout (and wears things later that night that he finds very attractive but that’s their own private business 😈).

[syntheticavenger]

[A.B.] Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist of all things Andy Barber. Everything with the exception of one lone drabble, is 18+ ONLY. Please respect that and do not read if you are a minor.

😈 = dark

🥵 = smut

♥️ = fluff

🔪 = violence

✔️ = completed series

[updated 7.22.24]   | dividers by @firefly-graphics​.

bespoke ��� Living a less than desirable life and feeling like you’re drowning, decisions have to be  made when you come to a crossroads after attending a summer BBQ.

One, Two, Three, Part Four is in the works

After Hours • Being Andy Barber’s assistant reveals a different persona to your boss than you ever thought possible. 🥵♥️🔪

Anonymous • Moving to a new city, you match with a stranger for a one night stand, indulging in your submissive side. 😈🥵

One, Two, Part Three is in the works

Devil in the Details • Life never seems to cut you a break until your History professor takes a liking to you and is willing to move heaven and earth to make you happy. It’s too bad it comes with a price. 😈🥵

One, Two, Part Three is in the works.

Good Behavior • Andy’s special gift is delivered to him by a familiar face. 😈🥵

One, Two, Three, Part Four is in the works

Moment’s Silence • The tumultuous relationship between twin brothers Frank and Andy  takes a turn for the worse when Andy offers to wipe out Frank’s debt by  asking for the one thing Andy wants that Frank has. 😈🥵✔️

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

Quid Pro Quo • After the fall out of the Sokovia Accords that has left the Avengers broken, Steve Rogers is on the run, leaving his wife behind as he tries  to keep what is left of his team safe. His absence puts her in the path  of Andy Barber, an attorney in charge of making sure he finds out as  much information as he can about Steve’s whereabouts so that he can be brought to justice.😈

One, Part Two is in the works.

Raconteur •  Being a beloved best selling writer, you've kept your mysterious persona guarded well, until a comment on a social media post catches the attention of one of your most devoted readers. 😈🥵✔️

Stairway to Heaven • After the death of two co-workers, an FBI agent named Chris and a rookie are tasked with finding out the truth about Andy Barber, a lawyer who may or may not have ties to the organization that killed them. While time is of the essence, Andy sets his sights on Chris’ protege and will do anything to have her. [Crossover fic with Destroyer! Chris] 😈🥵

One, Part Two is in the works.

Ticking Clock  • After your boyfriend is sentenced to prison by Neal Loguidice, you continue to find yourself in the cross hairs of Andy Barber, who is intent on keeping you close under the guise of being a friend in your time of need. 😈🥵

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Part Twenty is in the works

birthday girl • Andy makes up for an almost missed birthday. ♥️

Don’t Like To Be Teased • Pushing your limits has consequences. 😈🥵

Never Tear Us Apart • Andy took your break up well. Almost a little too well. Or so you thought. 😈🥵

One Night Stand 🥵

A Quiet Confession [Ticking Clock AU] 😈

By the Pound 🥵

Confidentiality 😈🥵

Good Optics ♥️

Elevator Trouble [After Hours AU] ♥️

Enjoying the Party [After Hours AU] 🥵

Ice Cream Dream [anyone can read] ♥️

Making Up 🥵

Nice to Meet You [Moment’s Silence AU] ♥️

Superlative [A What if.. from the Ticking Clock AU]

[sukutomo]

🎂Yohane calls upon you, her little devils, to wish her a happy birthday!😈 Wish Her A Happy Birthday: ➡️schoolido.lu http://pic.twitter.com/04Sb2arOYo

— LoveLive! Sukutomo 友 (@schoolidolu) July 12, 2017