#i LOVED IIIITTTTT

[victorclays]

Im gonna conquer a fear and a comment today!!!

Joz it was so gooooddddd!!!!!! And so perfect!!!! I think you got his mix of sweet and mysterious and confident in there wonderfully!!!

Also!!!!!! "I can be sweet when i wanna be."

BABYGIRL WHAT!?!?! THATS ILLEGAL!!!! ABSOLUTELY UNCALLED FOR TO COME AT ME WITH THAT CHEEK FROM THIS MAN!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

❝go for it❞ [b.l]

Baron Lamram ✘ f!Reader

⇾ w.c. 3.3k words ⇾ warning(s). f!reader (use of feminine pet names), post canon!Baron, Marmalade spoilers, kisses ⇾ a/n. Inspired by an idea @babydollbaron and I talked about. 🧡 Also, since we don't know what Baron's real name is, instead of making up some random name to call him, I've decided to just use his alias.

Your mother's always been known for sticking her nose in other people's business—most usually yours—and this time, she's determined to set you up with the woman across the hall's handsome son.

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The southern summer heat made your shirt stick to your back as you climbed out of your car, your a/c still on the fritz and not enough money to have it repaired just yet.  At least your windows still rolled down and there was a cool breeze, despite the humidity. 

You grabbed the small bouquet of daisies from the passenger seat before shutting the door and heading toward the ivy covered building, blessedly chill once you passed through the entrance, holding the door open for an older man passing you on his way out.  He smiled in recognition and nodded in thanks.  

The nurse at the front desk greeted you by name, handing you the sign in clipboard with a warm smile.  “Daisies again, huh?” she asked, trading you the clipboard for a small key.

“They’re her favourite.  She says they’re a friendly flower,” you chuckled softly, pulling one from the bunch to offer the receptionist.

“She’s right,” she replied, bringing the flower to her face as you headed down the hall toward your mother’s room.  Before heading inside, you unlocked the small metal box by her door to switch out her empty prescription bottle for her refill, only to find a fresh bottle already sitting there.

“That’s strange,” you murmured, picking up the orange bottle to inspect it closer.  It was definitely the same pills, but there was no name on the prescription.  Sometimes when another patient passed away their family would donate any left over medication to those that needed it.  Perhaps that’s just what this was.

Frowning slightly, you locked the box back up and glanced at the door across from your mother’s, the familiar crocheted message hanging there making you smile before you knocked at your mum’s door, pushing it open to find her sitting in her rocker by the window, watching the birds at the feeder outside, a book set aside on the table at her elbow.

“Knock knock,” you called softly and she turned to smile at you.

“Oh!  Hey there Susie-Q,” she greeted, making to push out of her chair when you quickly stepped inside, not wanting her to get up, the door left open in your haste.

“Stay there, I’ll come to you!” you exclaimed, wrapping her in a hug, your heart aching for a moment before stepping back.

“I brought some fresh flowers,” you added, handing her the bouquet so you could empty the wilted ones from the vase and get some fresh water.

“Oh, they’re lovely!  Daisies are such a friendly flower, don’t you think?” she asked, caressing the petals gently and you couldn’t help but laugh, knowing she was going to say that.

“They certainly are,” you replied, placing the bouquet in the vase and setting it on the dresser next to her bed.

“Oh, before I forget!” your mother exclaimed, turning her chair toward you.  

“What?” you asked, a little taken aback by the excitement on her face.

“You know the lady from across the hall?”

“Uhm, yeah, Ms. Eda, right?  She’s a sweet lady,” you replied, frowning a little in confusion, wondering why she was asking you about that.

“You know she has a son, right?  Oh, I can’t remember his name,” she said, snapping her fingers as if that would help her remember.

“Oh no.  No, no nonono,” you exclaimed, cutting her off before she could continue her thought.

“What?  No, listen!  He refilled my bird feeder the other day,” she said, gesturing to the window.  “He’s a sweet boy,” she insisted, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Mom!” you exclaimed, huffing a wry laugh, your hand coming up to cover your face in embarrassment.  “Stop trying to set me up with your hall mate’s son!” you exclaimed, feeling your face warm.

“Why not?  You’re single, as far as I know, he’s single, and you know he cut his hair?  He’s actually very handsome–”

“I don’t care how cute he is, I’m not gunna hit on Eda’s son just because I’m single,” you exclaimed, barely registering the sound of a door shutting in the hall.

“That’s a shame.”

The amused voice behind you nearly made you leap out of your skin and you gave a sharp yelp as you spun around, only to find the very man you’d been talking about standing in the doorway, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

If your face was warm before, it was practically on fire now and you wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out.

However, you couldn’t help but notice that your mother was right—he was rather handsome.  His dark chestnut hair was shorter now, though not short by any means, with an artful unruliness to it that looked almost effortless.  His dark brown eyes practically danced when the mid-morning light shining through the southern facing window hit them just right, turning them almost golden with the faintest hint of green around the edges.

He looked well groomed, a smart leather jacket hung open over his blue button down tucked into his dark trousers, a far cry from his appearance the last time you’d seen him a couple weeks ago, his hair hanging down to his shoulders and in desperate need of a good brush.

“Didn’t mean to startle ya, sorry ‘bout that,” he chuckled, his grin turning apologetic, while a soft flush crept across his face as his eyes met yours.  His voice was warm, like melted butter, with only the barest hint of a drawl to it, but it made your heart skip a beat just the same.

Quickly trying to compose yourself, you cleared your throat, trying to work moisture back into your mouth.

“No, I… I forgot I’d left the door open,” you spluttered.

“Well, hullo there,” your mum greeted, interrupting you and waving him closer.  “C’mon in, come closer so I can get a proper look at you,” she said and Eda’s son shared a grin with you before stepping into the room and letting your mom take his hands.

“Now what is your name again, darlin’?” she asked and he shifted his weight, his brows furrowing for a moment, as if thinking.

“You can call me Baron,” he answered with a nod, holding her gaze, and she seemed pleased.

“Baron,” she repeated, as if savouring the name before her eyes flicked to you.  “This is my daughter—“ she introduced, telling him your name as well.

Baron grinned, his eyes finding yours.  “It’s good to finally have a name to put with a face,” he murmured, ducking his head to listen as your mom whispered something in his ear.  He huffed a soft laugh, a slightly bewildered smile playing at his lips as he straightened, and you frowned, wondering what exactly she’d said.

“Mama?” you questioned, suspicion leeching in, only growing when she merely smiled at you like the cat that got the cream as she eased herself back into her chair, a mischievous glint to her eye.

“What’d she say to you?” you asked, turning back to Baron who still wore a bemused grin.

“She said I’d be a fool if I didn’t ask you to get a drink with me.”

Your mouth fell open, embarrassment washing over you and you looked from Baron to your mom and back, horrified.  “Oh my God,” you groaned, at a loss for words, hoping she hadn’t made him too uncomfortable, but Baron shrugged, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I’ve been called worse before, but my mama certainly didn’t raise herself a fool,” he chuckled, his gaze lingering on your face.  “So, what d’ya say?  Wanna grab a coffee?” he asked, nodding toward the door, a hopeful look crossing his face and you blinked, taken aback.

“Uhm, I–”

“Well, go on then,” your mom urged and you gave a small jump, almost having forgotten she was there.  “If you don’t go, I will.”

“Alright!” you relented, laughing as you held up your hands in surrender.  “I’d love to.”

“Perfect!  You two have fun now!” your mom exclaimed, practically shooing you out the door.  “You’ll have to come back tomorrow and tell me alllll about it,” she hissed, pitching her voice low before you stepped out the door.

“Alright, alright, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you replied, blowing her a kiss.  “Love you lots.”

“Tator tots!” she called back, making you smile.

Out in the hall, it hit you that you were now alone with Baron and the thought kicked up a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, embarrassment radiating off you in waves.

“So, uh, I know a good coffee shop nearby,” you offered, clearing your throat nervously, and Baron grinned, ducking his head.

“Sounds good.”

“So… how’s your mom?” you asked as you got your coffee and pulled out a chair at an empty table by the front window, trying to think of something to say and wincing, unable to come up with any other topic at the moment.

Baron didn’t seem upset though, he merely smiled pleasantly down at the strawberry frappe on the table in front of him, playing with his straw.  “She’s doin’ just fine.  How about yours?”

“Oh, good.  Good,” you answered, taking a sip of your cappuccino.  “As long as she’s got her meds she’s good,” you added, frowning as you remembered the excess pills you’d found in her medication box.  

“You know, it’s the darnedest thing though. When I checked her supply earlier, there was a whole extra bottle in there and I don’t know where it came from.”

Baron hummed, his smile sharpening for a moment, turning knowing.  “That’s strange,” he mused, dipping his finger in the whipped cream at the top of his drink and popping it in mouth, sucking it clean.

“Yeah,” you agreed, losing your words for a moment as you watched him, your lips parting, wishing for a taste.  When his eyes flicked back up to yours, you quickly cleared your throat and shrugged.  “I ain’t about to look a gift mouth in the horse though,“ you murmured, wincing when you realized you’d jumbled the words and quickly amended them, your face growing hotter.  “I mean, gift horse in the mouth.”

Baron chuckled, his gaze lingering on your face and you hoped he couldn’t tell how flustered you were.

“I’m sorry for my mom springing this on you.  She tends to butt into everyones’ business, whether they like it or not,” you began, flashing him a sheepish grin, but before you could finish apologizing for your mom’s behaviour, Baron cut you off.

“I’m not,” he replied simply, his gaze boring into yours.  “Sorry, I mean,” he clarified with a shrug.  “It finally gave me an excuse to talk to you.  Plus it helped to hear you think I’m cute,” he teased, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

For a long moment you merely gaped at him, barely believing your ears.  Had he really been interested in you all this time?

“Oh,” was all you could bring yourself to utter.  “Well… that’s good then,” you added lamely, unsure what else to say, though you were dying to ask how long he’d been wanting to ask you out.

“Besides, you’re lucky.”

“For what?”  His words took you off guard, pulling you from your thoughts.

“That you have a mama that cares so much about you,” Baron said, once more playing with his straw.  “I think it’s sweet.”

You nodded slightly, bringing your cup to your lips.  “I guess I am pretty lucky,” you agreed, catching his eye for a moment, and it was his turn to flush, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

“So, how’d it go?”

There it was, the question you’d been expecting since you’d arrived.  You were honestly a little surprised your mother hadn’t sprung it on you as soon as you’d walked through the door.  

She was peering at you over the fan of cards in her hand, trying to act nonchalant as she drew another card from the pile before discarding one.

“How’d what go?” you asked, fighting back a grin at the sharp look she threw you in response.

“Don’t be coy, you know what I’m talking about,” she exclaimed, pursing her lips like she always did when you tested her patience.

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you leaned back in your seat, studying your own hand of cards.  “It went well, we talked for a long while.  It was really nice,” you murmured, smiling to yourself, that giddy feeling still fluttering in your chest and your mother grinned in return, pleased with herself.

“So, when are you going to see him again?” she pressed, moving one of the cards to a different spot in her hand.

“Who said I’m seeing him again?” you joked, earning you an exasperated look.

“I may be old, but I’m not blind, girl,” your mama huffed.  “I’ve seen the way you two looked at each other when you thought no one was watchin’, and I’ve seen you smilin’ at your phone the same way every time it goes off.  Who else would you be textin’ lookin’ like that, huh?” she pointed out and you quickly set your phone down, knowing she’d caught you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, lifting your chin defiantly as you drew another card and winced, not drawing anything helpful.

“You don’t, do you?” your mom asked, raising an eyebrow at you, a wicked grin crossing her face as she laid her cards down on the table.  “Gin!” she announced.

Knowing you’d been beat, you groaned, tossing your cards down.  “Alright, fine!” you relented, dropping the act.  “He’s coming over for dinner on Friday and we’re gunna watch a movie.”

“Oh, Netflix and chill, huh?” she countered smugly.

“Mother!” you yelped, your face aflame as she began to cackle, gathering up the cards.

“Up for another round?”

“Yeah, alright,” you sighed, checking your phone once more.  “Just no more talk about my sex life,” you muttered.

“No promises!"

It was about ten minutes til Baron was supposed to arrive and you were rushing around, doing one last once over of your place before he got there, making sure everything was in place.  When your buzzer rang, you nearly tripped over the coffee table as you ran to let him up, fidgeting as you waited by the door, pulling it open just as he ascended the stairs.

“Hey, I brought the food,” he said, lifting the plastic take out bag as evidence.

“And flowers?” you asked, grinning as you spotted the bouquet of wildflowers in his other hand.

“Saw ‘em by the side of the road and thought of you,” he murmured sheepishly as he handed them to you.  “Though they’re nowhere near as pretty as you,” he added with a smirk.

“Charmer,” you replied, bringing the bouquet to your face to smell them, hiding your smile as you stepped aside to let him in.  “Thanks for bringing the food, I’m starving,” you exclaimed, shutting the door behind you as he passed.  “You’re much cuter than the usual delivery boy,” you teased, having grown a bit bolder since your first date.

“Well, that’s good to know,” Baron chuckled, setting the bag on your kitchen counter to pull out the takeout containers while you searched for a vase for the flowers.

“Fork or chopsticks?” he asked and you looked over to see him holding up one of each.

“Chopsticks,” you decided, filling the vase with water and setting it on the table.

Baron grinned at your choice, handing you the little paper sleeve and taking the plastic fork for himself.  “Good, cause I’m hopeless with ‘em,” he chuckled.

“Soda?” you asked, opening the fridge to grab yourself a bottle, taking two at Baron’s “yes, please,” and rounding the corner to join him on the couch.  Picking up the remote, you flipped through movies until you both agreed on one and pressed play, digging into your dinner.

“This was such a good idea,” you sighed, tucking your feet up under you and getting comfortable, inching closer to Baron until your knee pressed against his thigh and your elbow brushed his arm.  Despite the brief contact, warmth suffused you  and you carefully kept your eyes on the television, only chancing a glance at Baron out of the corner of your eye.

Unable to stand the silence any longer, you cleared your throat softly and set your nearly empty take out container aside.  “Can I ask you something?”

At your question, Baron set his food down as well, a hint of a smile on his lips as he turned his attention to you.  “Yeah, shoot.”

“Would you still have asked me out if it hadn’t been for my mum’s interference?” you wondered, the thought having plagued you for the past several days.

Baron looked thoughtful.  “I figure I would’ve eventually,” he murmured, his dark eyes finding yours in the dim room, the light from the tv dancing across his face.  “I’ve sorta had my eye on you,” he admitted, his grin twitching as his gaze flicked down to your lips and back up.

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” he replied, huffing a soft laugh.  “Just waitin’ for the right time.  There was something I had to finish before I could let myself get… involved.  A two year relationship I had to end,” he murmured.

“Oh–” you breathed, the news hitting you like a punch to the gut.  “I… had no idea.”

Baron shook his head, a far off look crossing his face for a moment before it was gone.  “S’alright.  It was always meant to end there,” he mused cryptically before he took a breath and his grin returned.

“What about you, Miss I-don’t-care-how-cute-he-is-I’m-not-gunna-hit-on-him-just-because-I’m-single?” he taunted and your mouth fell open.

“That was–!  I didn’t–!” you spluttered, feeling your face flare hotly.

“Admit it, you had a crush on me,” Baron teased, a playful light dancing in his dark eyes.

“I think you’re imagining things,” you replied lightly, managing to keep your voice even.

“Oh, am I?”  You could feel Baron shift toward you, his brows lifting in challenge, leaning in til his breath ghosted across your cheek.  “You’re awful cute when you blush.”

“And you’re not as sweet and innocent as my mama seemed to think you are,” you countered, your lips tugging into a grin.

Baron shrugged, still hovering in your space.  “Maybe not, but I can be sweet when I wanna be,” he drawled, his voice sending a tingle down your spine and your breath hitched in anticipation.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he breathed, but before he could capture your lips, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him first, sending his eyes flying open in surprise as your lips caressed his eagerly.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” you countered breathlessly, your grin turning giddy and Baron shook his head in disbelief, an amused huff bursting from his lips. 

“Guess we both owe your mama a thank you,” he chuckled, pulling you closer, his hands squeezing your hips, and you laughed, cupping his face with your hands, stroking his freckled cheek with your thumb.

“Guess we do,” you agreed, unable to tear your eyes from his face.  “She’s never gunna let us live this down though,” you pointed out and Baron shrugged.

“Can’t say that really bothers me much,” he teased before his lips were once more on yours, his tongue hesitantly delving deeper, rolling languidly against yours.

Wrapping a deceptively strong arm around your waist, he swallowed your soft gasp as he lowered you to your back, not once breaking the kiss as he trapped you beneath him, the movie playing on forgotten while you lost yourself to his embrace.

You may owe your mother a thank you for pushing you and Baron together, but you definitely weren’t about to tell her how good a kisser he was.

⇾ taglist. @super-unpredictable98 @babydollbaron @heartbreak-sandwich @b1tchywheeler @girlwiththerubyslippers

[k-looking-glass-house]

........... Did I say, more were coming......? It's been....so long...so so soooo lonnnng....since it was produced....... The so....so famous......Dancing move from our dear Wednesday!!

Rollo is a dancing "oni"...... I was brainstorming...."cracked-braining" with @twiwoncrackpopcorn (please send them some love and support, they had to support me in any way with that brain of mine...)

But I mean iiiittttt.... The frenchy "prude" boy.....Going "Saturday Night Fever" after all the commotion during "Crimson Lotus ball, Bell of salvation"!

He's dancing with Malleus canonically....

Cass is making him dancing like a magicam pro!!!

"Let's go Rolloooo!!! Champagne!!!" "Infernale.......l'enfer noircie ma chair, de plaisir.....de désir...." "Let's gooooooo!"

Bloody Mary- Lady Gaga....

Oh oh oh!!! He got Esmeralda's move!!!

Gargoyles are proud of him, so are the handsome mob-kun!!!!!! Cass is also very proud!!

Frenchy party hard after causing chaos.....

Imagine Diasomnia gang....dance battle Rollo and the mob-kun...on BLACKPINK...How you like that!

.........................YYYESSSS

Anyway....please thank my partner in crime....they did the awesome "skin cg" edit of Rollo....

@twiwoncrackpopcorn Thank you Popcorn!Grimm!!! Going along with my weirdo brain and ideas...... huuuh

Rollo post appreciation from JP server released of his event....

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More to come?...!

[missmelvi]

« In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans » — Kahlil Gibran

I managed to finish iiiittttt. And I love it aaahhhh. ヽ(；▽；)ノ It’s been a while since I made art like this. Feels great !!

[kathairoette]

Indeed! you are not looking at this wrong. I have returned!

To be honest I wasn't planning on being gone for so long lmao, but things kept piling on each other and I lost track of time. Bit of a shame, but it's ok. That simply means I have a backlog of art I can show off, and hopefully just a bit more skill than what I had before I first left XP Tis the hope at least!

I'm gonna try to be more active around here and a lil bit more open about my thoughts, and scream about how much I love omoyami and how we should have more of it XD I'm also gonna try to draw more variety of things, which means yet again, more ✨inconsistent artstyles ✨ XD but, at least it'll be fun!

Regardless, I hope things are going well for you all. Take care of yourself! And if shit ain't great, it's ok to admit it. Cause sometimes it's wonderful to just be straightforward and acknowledge that things just SUCK. Just remember tho that it won't be forever. You, can, do, IIIITTTTT!!! (flies to the moon, sending sparkles of love as I go)

[cosmique-oddity]

OOOOEEUUUUUUUUGHHHHHH IT IS PRETTTTYYYYYY

"How would I reach you ?"

"Say my name. I will hear you."

Satellite - Starset

Because what's more romantic than awakening someone's class consciousness.

Anyway read Transformers #43, it's half CosWave brainrot, half Buzzsaw & Lazerbeak being high school bullies

[killer-blowmybrain]

MMMFFMBHFNG. GMG GNFN

. GMR? woanAKDBEG21 QKW AKA WBS F. F. GENRE AAAAGAVAVAVVVFHFBFBGGGHHHH OMMMGGGGOGMGOGMGOGMG

I LOVE MY NEW PFP SO MUCH I LOVE IT I LOVE IIIITTTTT AAAHAHHHFGHFEGEGEHSH

I FEEL SO HONOURED BC I DID A ART TRADE WITH A BLOG I LIKE!!!!!! I LOVE HIS DRAWINGS SO SO SOOO MMUUUUCUCCCCCHCHHHHHH I'M DYIINNNNNGNGNGNGNGGGGGGGG

GETTINGS THE ZOOMIES OMG OMG OMGGG

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I LOVED IIIITTTTT I LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED HUNTER SUGURUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANNA BITE HIMMMMMM AAAAAAAAA SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE EEEEEND RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM RIPPING MY SHIRT OFF

ANONNNNNNNNNN

thank you my sweetpea ….. my sweetheart ……. I AM SOOOOOOHAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT SOBS tysm for reading!!!!!!!!! :’> yan!sugu is waiting for you to sink your teeth into his biceps.. don’t keep him waiting <3

[thewriterowl]

Owllllll I’ve been out of the Dinluke fandom for 2 years and I’ve become interested in the ship again. Update me on what has happened in the fandom plsssss. Btw, I always remember your fic “What the stars let in.” I love iiiittttt.

Well hello and welcome back! :D always good to hear someone returning!

So, it's been a bit quiet. I'm still basically that tiktok meme of "what the fuck is this kid doing?" "THE VOICES" cause I am still so hyper-fixated on Dinluke and overly posting. Others are still providing glorious pieces of art and fanfics (though my reading has gone down...I really need to start reading more and writing less; cause my writing is suffering cause of that) but it's a little calmer now.

Everyone seems to have sort of found their little groups and are in their safe burrows to share their own dinluke loves and thoughts. There is a discord server called @stardads that is amazing (I can be too shy to poke in unless I'm called; but it really is great if you can join!)

I write some dark dinluke content here and there, always wanna warn cause that did cause some issues (not sure where the timeframe is with everything over 2-years, holy crap to think we've existed for so long) but I think was sort of resolved in a sense with everyone finding their friendship groups to chat and enjoy.

Did Imention art? Cause omg, there are some glorious art pieces.

Just quiet but still going very strong!

:D And thank you! I am so happy to hear you liked that fic!! For sure has a soft spot to me now

[phoebe-delia]

Pst,

From the writers game: 18, 25 y 29

(Hello lovely Pheebs, is that time of the year again when I'm re-reading this is me trying because a year ago I read it for the first time and it changed my life.)

@luna13e-blog first of all, thank you for the ask, my friend. And second, before I get to the answers, I want to say thank you. I am so humbled and honored that "this is me trying" means as much to you as it does to me. As you know, it's my favorite thing I've written, and I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you found something meaningful by reading it.

Now on to the ask game!!

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

In the spirit of your lovely message, I'll share a passage from TIMT!!

“So, Harry, what do you do in your free time other than bribing me with baked goods in exchange for friendship?”

Harry snorted. “I drive around looking for diners that have hired my old arch-enemies, obviously.”

“How dare you,” Draco held a hand to his own chest in mock offense. “I thought I was your only nemesis. Have you been cheating on me all this time?”

“Oh yeah, this other bloke made t-shirts that said ‘Potter’s An Idiot.’ Really outshone your badges.”

“Well, the joke’s on you, because I had a side enemy, too.”

“When he pranked you, did you at least think of me?”

“I admit it, Potter, he meant nothing. It was hate at first sight, with you,” Draco batted his eyelashes, and Harry burst out laughing. Draco’s face split into a wide grin before he started giggling, too.

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Yes, yes I have. The first time I wrote MCD I was sad for like a day and a half. Ironically, I also had Draco working in a cafe in this fic—which was written months before TIMT was even a passing idea in my head.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

OKAY SO!!! You may recall in the tags of TIMT I say that there's a line I cut because I was afraid it was too suggestive.

Well. I went back into my drafts of the fic and I found iiiittttt!!!! In retrospect, I understand why I changed it, and I think the final version is fine, but it wasn't THAT bad.

I will post BOTH versions so you can compare, with the differing parts underlined. It's honestly not that big of a change, but I hope this at least makes you laugh!

ORIGINAL:

Draco’s eyes were open, but the smile stayed intact as he tilted up his head to look at the stars. Harry busied himself with opening the container of cookies and offering one to Draco, who took the proffered dessert and took a greedy bite with a satisfied groan that surprisingly made Harry’s jeans tighten slightly. Merlin, Harry needed to get laid if he was getting worked up over Draco Malfoy.

PUBLISHED:

Draco’s eyes were open, but the smile stayed intact as he tilted up his head to look at the stars. Harry busied himself with opening the container of cookies and offering one to Draco, who accepted the proffered dessert and took a greedy bite with a satisfied groan that made Harry flush.

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Thanks so much again, my friend!!

Send me an ask from this list!

[sskim-milkk]

Just watched this movie for the first time tonight and ahhhh I loved iiiittttt

Maurice (1987) dir. James Ivory

[ortegavi]

NEW USERNAME!!!!!! I LOVE IIIITTTTT!!!!!

TYYY!!!!! i love yours too 🤭 i always think of mbappe jerseys falling from the sky when i read yours

[victorclays]

Tagged by @not-so-silent-back-up describe myself in 10 photos already on my phone then tag 10 people. Thanks!! 💌❤️💕

My camera roll is just weird shit and art from my friend! And also joey batey but i held back! Haha! Thanks darling!

I'm not tagging 10 people but i will tag a feeewww! @gayspacesprinkles @tinyboop @imsodonewiththissite @badbadbucky

[narryblossom]

Number 6. Sounds interesting 👁️👁️

AWESOME!!! i love this one. i definitely want to do it but it’s going to require more research for me to feel like i’m doing it justice.

titles comes from a song by Anne-Marie, called “Then”

this is a Peaky Blinders au!!!!!!!!!!!!

set in the 1920s, niall is mistaken for a member of the IRA just bc he’s Irish but really he’s in an Irish gang AGAINST the IRA, the Styles family is the controlling gang in Manchester, there are fights, there are deaths, there’s a forbidden romance, there’s lots of fucking and probably drugs.

[arummything]

:).

[victorclays]

Fuck. YESSSSS!!!!! chubby eddie! Vamp steve! AND THEM BEING A LIL FREAKY I LOVE THEMMMMM!!!! also the flower pupils!!!!!!! I feel like I've seen that mentioned a few times lately (it could have been you i have such bad url blindness ahahha) and i fucking LOVE IIIITTTTT!!!!!

*That's me seeing your notification. Then me reading it. And then me being in danger cuz the boys are ATTRACTIVE like this. 🤣😳😳*

I dont normally do a full on comment but since it's your last one i wanted it to be special and thank you for all the little wonders you gave us this month!!!! I enjoyed them immensely and always got so excited seeing you in my notifications!!! Thank you for sharing with us!!

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For the @steddie-spooktober day 30 prompt : ‘Where in the hell did you find that costume?’

rated: M | cw: none | tags: vampire!Steve Harrington, chubby Eddie Munson, blood drinking, established relationship, d/s undertones, hand feeding

Inspired by @scoops-aboy86 ‘s little AU that u can read here !!! :3c

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‘Where in the hell did you find that costume?’ Eddie asks, stepping out of the green room bathroom with his eyeliner smudged just the way he likes.

‘What? It’s funny.’ Steve says from the doorway, having just finished a final perimeter check of the venue. He does a little 180, showing off his yellow and navy letterman and blue jeans, dressed just like Michael J Fox in Teen Wolf.

‘Yeah it’s funny, but when did you even have the time to shop?’ Eddie asks, picking at the table of snacks, popping a mini muffin in his mouth.

Steve tracks the movement. ‘Oh you know, I just called around a couple stores, had them put it aside for me and then sent someone to get it as part of your rider. Rockstar boyfriend perks.’ He shrugs, closing a locking the door. He can hear the stage hands in the distance setting up, they have time.

He hears Eddie’s heartbeat increase slightly too. ‘What are you dressed as?’ He asks, stalking slowly closer, setting his sunglasses on the coffee table.

‘A vampires latest victim.’ Eddie wiggles his eyebrows, finishing a donut. He’s in a sleeveless black mesh shirt, tattoos and round pink nipples on display, and wide leg, high waisted slacks that hug his thick waist in way that makes Steve’s mouth water. Every so often a tabloid will get a shot of Eddie and say something about his weight, the industry not used to a rockstar that isn’t heroin thin. After something like that Eddie always makes a point of showing more skin on stage, letting the people know how proud he is of his body.

After all, it keeps Steve alive. Perfect and plump as it is. Eddie needs to keep his strength up, to be able to handle Steve’s appetite.

Eddie’s sucking strawberry juice from his fingers and Steve can’t take it anymore. In an instant he’s across the room and crowding Eddie against the wall, having picked up a brownie on the way.

‘Vampires victim? So you need me to help complete your costume right? Give the kids a real show out there.’ Steve says, holding the treat just out of reach.

‘Stevie.’ Eddie slurs, opening his mouth, pupils growing. Steve feels his own flower shaped ones unfurl slightly at the soft pink of Eddie’s tongue, at the rushing of his blood.

‘Open up baby.’ He says, one hand wrapped possessively around Eddie’s chubby hip. ‘I know you want the adrenaline rush for the stage, little junky, but you know the rules, food first.’ Steve whispers, lips on Eddie’s cheek as he feeds the brownie into his panting mouth.

Eddie whines, chewing and writhing under Steve’s hands, baring his neck.

‘You’re more than just a victim though aren’t you?’ Steve murmurs, picking Eddie up easily and walking them over to the couch. Laying Eddie down beneath him.

‘Victim.’ Steve kisses Eddie’s temple, his cheek and over his sweet sugar coated lips. ‘Slave.’ Down his soft jaw. ‘Pet.’ Over the tense muscle of his neck. ‘Dearest love.’ Steve breaths deep feeling his fangs grow. ‘Soulmate.’ He bites; sweet molten blood flooding his tongue. They moan in unison, Steve drinking and laving and sucking. Eddie whining and thrusting below him, into Steve’s strong thigh, pinned and used and panting with pleasure.

Steve drinks his fill, licking over the wound to close it but keeping two little red puncture wounds and kissing the red mess around to really finish Eddie’s costume.

‘Fuck. I need, uh, well.’ Eddie babbles, still blissed out and Steve giggles at the faint blush across his cheeks. Even after all these years Eddie’s still gets shy about how much he likes Steve doing that.

‘I have clean underwater in my bag baby, like always.’ Steve says, kissing Eddie’s lips and rising off him.

Eddie hums and closes his eyes. Steve listens to Eddie’s heartbeat slowly descend as he rummages around for tissues and boxers. Coming back to the couch to help Eddie sit and undoing his pants for him. Any part of aftercare has always been Steve’s favourite, all of it just made easier with his powers. More easily in tune, stronger, faster.

‘Want another treat before you go out there?’ Steve asks.

Eddie blinks slowly at him, dopey little smile on his face. He nods and Steve laughs as he brings another brownie to Eddie’s lips rubbing his palm in gentle circles over his stomach.

‘Showtime baby.’ Steve says, hearing the stagehand calling for the other members at the end of the hallway, on their way to Eddie’s changing room. ‘Ready to melt their faces?’

Eddie giggles. Blinking hard and holding his hand out for Steve to help him to his feet. He kisses Steve long and filthy until the door opens and he’s called to stage.

‘You better still have your costume on when I’m done. It’s hot.’ Eddie says. waltzing out the door.

Steve listens to the steady thrum of his loves heartbeat all through the show. Counting down the minutes until he can get Eddie under him again.

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This is my last post for the steddie spooktober!! Ty so much to everyone who has read and interacted!!!!

It’s been a feat and I can’t believe it’s over, but it really gave me something fun to focus on this month! which has helped me deal with the stresses in my life immensely. Ty so much @steddie-spooktober for hosting! Mwah!