#i dont do bars but i'd have loved to have a drink here

[koicrimes]

i dont think i'll ever get over how pretty ares was.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

THERES A BOMB STRAPPED TO MY CHEST AND IF YOU DONT TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED W ZEPHRIT THE NIGHT BEFORE IN YOUR COFFEE SHOP AU IT WILL EXPLODE AHHHHHHHHHH

Well apparently threats + enthusiasm are the best motivators ever, so, here you go (I might have been a bit carried away) :

Honestly, Ifrit shouldn't be here. It's late, both he and Ivy have a long shift tomorrow, they should get a good night of sleep to face the next day in the best conditions.

Key word : should.

Unfortunately, neither Ifrit nor Ivy are known to do what's good for them, and Pebble is half their self control. Knowing the man, that is a concerning fact.

Anyway, Pebble's not here, they're catching up with Aether and Dew, which means they end up at a bar, with the objective of getting thoroughly wasted.

Well, not Ivy ; he offered to be the one driving them home, sticking to his soda, though he does make a point to pour it in an empty shot glass and down it at the same time as the rest of them.

Ifrit, knowing he's a bit of a lightweight, tries to take it slow ; he still wants to remember this night, and he'd rather avoid the worst of the hangover that will surely make his shift that much more tiring.

There's a bit of a blank in the conversation, Aether ordering new drinks, Dew out for a quick smoke, so Ifrit let his eyes wander in the room.

His gaze lands on someone sitting alone at a table, stomach immediately flipping. Long hair falling on their shoulders, a Nightmare On Elm Street tee tucked in baggy jeans, held on their hip by a thick belt with a shiny buckle that catches the dim lights. But what really gets Ifrit is the way that person is looking at him, unabashedly staring with a little smirk, lazily twirling their cane in their hand.

Fuck.

For a while, they both only do that. They stare. Check each other out. Ifrit knows he looks good, tight jeans on and tank top threatening to reveal his chest every time he shifts even the slightest bit, but oh does the burn of that person's eyes on him feel like the biggest compliment he ever received.

Then, the stranger leans back in their seat, making a come hither gesture, which really seals the deal. Ifrit is on his feet in and instant, color rising to his cheeks. He hears Ivy sniggering and wishing him good luck, but it's muted, distant, all of Ifrit's attention on the person cocking their head at him.

He's standing in front of them in three strides.

Up close they're even more captivating. Freckles, creases around their eyes, a small scar on their cheekbone. Older than Ifrit is, but he wouldn't be able to know by how much ; all he knows is that there is a hint of grey at their temple and that it's unreasonably hot.

"Like what you see ?"

Oh, fuck, if the croon of their voice doesn't fuel the fire in Ifrit's guts.

"Sure do. Could ask you the same question, stranger," he manages to choke out, though it doesn't have the teasing lilt he usually so easily injects in his flirty exchanges.

The person chuckles, sizing Ifrit up with something almost predatory in their eyes. There's an easy confidence, something sure and steady and...authoritary to them that makes Ifrit want to drop on his knees right here right now.

"Zephyr. Name's Zephyr, sweet thing. And yes, I do enjoy the sight of you and your big doe eyes...?"

"Ifrit," he answers, voice unsteady, face burning, getting stupidly worked up by a basic conversation. But it's the way Zephyr watches him, like a hawk ready to sink its talons in soft flesh.

Ifrit would let them.

"Now I'd love to keep talking to you, don't get me wrong, but I also might keel over if I don't get my hands on you in the next minute or so," Zephyr conversationally states.

"Bathroom ?" Ifrit wheezes, itching to taste them, to feel them.

Zephyr grabs their cane with one hand, Ifrit's necklace with the other, and makes a beeline for said bathroom.

It's baffling, really, how easily Ifrit let himself be led like this, following behind like an obedient pup, struck by the overwhelming need to be good, to please Zephyr every way he can.

The door of the stall slams shut behind both of them, lock clicking. Surprisingly, Ifrit feels a bit intimidated now that he's alone with Zephyr. He's done nastier shit, in riskier and more embarrassing settings, but somehow, being cramped in a narrow space with Zephyr specifically has his nerves acting up.

That is until Zephyr cups his neck to guide him into a heated kiss, all apprehension bleeding out of Ifrit as he leans into it, backing Zephyr against the door, gropping their hips.

"How do you- how do you want me," Ifrit manages to pant against their mouth, distracted by the feeling of hands slipping under his shirt, pawing at his belly, then up, up to his chest, ripping a whimper out of him when deft fingers pay special attention to his nipples.

Zephyr seems to consider as they lick a nasty stripe up Ifrit's neck, reaching the shell of his ear just in time to whisper right against it.

"I want you on your knees."

Well, Ifrit's been ready for that for long enough that he immediately goes down, barely needing to be guided by the hand settling in his hair. His own find Zephyr's thighs, anchoring themselves there while he looks up, aware that their view probably consists of flushed cheeks, ruffled hair, slack jaw and glazed over eyes.

It seems to do the trick, too, because Ifrit can see them fattening up in their jeans, hips jerking slightly. After another glance up to confirm Zephyr is in, Ifrit reaches up, undoing their belt in a record time despite his shaky hands.

"Do this often ?" Zephyr teases, only chuckling at the embarrassed way Ifrit ducks his head down. "It's alright, no shame in it. You are a sight on your knees, sweet thing."

And, okay, Ifrit has heard that before, because he is pretty and fully dedicated to the blow jobs he gives - his oral fixation is to blame for that - but wow, the way Zephyr says it, phrases it, has him throbbing in his pants.

"Now be good and get me in that pretty mouth of yours, mmh ?"

Ifrit might very well pass out.

He does what he's asked, because fuck his need to please is back tenfold. Also, he might die if he doesn't get Zephyr's cock down his throat right this instant. The second their dick is freed, Ifrit takes it as far as he can, gag reflex immediately challenged.

His jaw will ache soon, there's already instinctive tears collecting at his waterline, but Zephyr's heady taste finally coats Ifrit's tongue and they make a low sound as their head thud back against the door, so it's all more than worth it.

Ifrit doesn't waste time, bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks like rent is due. He's good at this, he knows it, and he'll be damned if he doesn't make sure Zephyr knows that by the time they're done.

The hand in his hair tightens, tugging not so gently, sparks of pain only serving to make Ifrit's cock twitch while he extracts as much bitten off moans, gasps and grunts as he can from Zephyr, who's clearly getting lost in the feeling of it all.

Their hips twitch forward when Ifrit swirls his tongue around the head, and he pulls away just enough to whisper in a raspy, strained voice.

"You can fuck my mouth, if you want to."

Zephyr's eyes actually roll back at that.

"Oh, sweetheart," they rasp, grabbing his jaw to shove their cock down his throat again, holding Ifrit still that way, one hand on his face, the other in his hair.

And, to Ifrit's delight, they are not being gentle, snapping their hips forward with hurried urgency, blindingly chasing their pleasure. Despite that, when the tears finally spill from Ifrit's eyes, they wipe them away with their thumb, mumbling a string of praises that warms something in his chest.

"Good boy, taking me so well- fuck, so good, that mouth of yours..."

It doesn't take much longer for Zephyr's rythm to falter as they warn in a breathless voice.

"Gonna cum Ifrit- tell me- where-"

Ifrit is given some leverage to pull away, just barely, to answer.

"In my mouth, please-"

Zephyr is leaning most of his weight against the door now, heaving a sigh at the answer, before thrusting back into Ifrit's mouth, once twice-

With a barely stiffled moan, they come down Ifrit's throat, not letting go of the vice grip they have on his hair until they've come down from their orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart," they hum when Ifrit swallows, maintaining eye contact the whole time. It's dizzying, the arousal flowing through him, the taste of Zephyr lingering, the pride of seeing them wrecked that way, barely able to stand on their own, hair plastered to their face, panting. All because of Ifrit.

He's yanked out of his thoughts by the toe of Zephyr's shoe pressing against his crotch, making Ifrit jolt and whine.

"Such a good little thing like you," Zephyr coos, regaining some composure, surely you deserve a reward, mmh ?

Ifrit's out of words, too turned on and throat far too wrecked to do anything else but nod furiously.

"Up you go then," Zephyr hums, offering Ifrit a hand to tug him back on his feet. He let them turn him toward the toilet seat, braces a hand against the wall when Zephyr crowds behind him, working his pants open.

The relief of having his cock, hard and leaking, finally pulled out already has Ifrit weak in the knees.

Then Zephyr wraps a hand around it, breathing in his ear.

"Let's keep this clean, mmh ?"

While he would like to answer, Ifrit doesn't even get to think about what to say before Zephyr starts pumping him, nice and slow, paying extra attention to the head. His eyes roll back, head hanging down, mouth opening around a silent moan.

Truthfully, it takes an embarrassingly short time for Ifrit to start whimpering, already so worked up from just blowing Zephyr, but they don't seem to think any less of him for that.

"There, there, feels good, uh ? I know, I know pretty boy, being so good for me shh, sh, there you go, you close, uh ? I can tell you are. It's okay, it's good."

With so much encouragement, and the feeling of a tight fist around his cock, Ifrit is done for. A few more stroke, and he shoots in the toilet, babbling and half-sobbing the whole time.

Zephyr, turns out, really is perfect, because they stick around, help Ifrit wipe what little mess they made - really, they've been surprisingly clean, overall - and most importantly, they check on Ifrit with a softness laced with an unwavering determination to make sure he is okay that makes his stomach flip again.

So Ifrit let them grab his jaw, gently but firmly, inspect his face, adjust his clothes, ask if he's okay - and returns the favor.

It's only when he's back at his table with a far too nosy Ivy trying to get details, Zephyr long out of the bar, though they didn't leave without one last kiss, that Ifrit realizes he forgot to ask for their number.

Fuck.

Well, you never know what might happen, uh ? Small world and all that.

[minispidey]

Hey - you said repeaters welcome so here I am 💅

If you’ve watched Scenes from a Marriage, I need ya thots /HC for Levy:

BEST FRIEND.

Jonathan Levy x f!reader.

Warnings: mentions toxic relationship, mentions cheating, does this count as cheating too?, angst, smut, fluff, swearing.

Requested by: @boredzillenial

Author's Note: bestie the gif u send is so MWAH cheeky beefy oscar isaac ass 🤭 if u dont mind, i added in a small story line because u swear this man deserves better. mira fucked him up smh (tbh i have no idea what im writing have mercy on me)

Summary: you're Jonathan Levy's best friend, always been in love with him even after he got married. But then it crumbles down and you proved that you treat him better.

MINORS DNI

My immediate thought is like: oh childhood besties with Jonathan instead of the usual teacher-student relationship. I think it adds more drama, you know?

Imagine being so in love with this man for years, but he's blind. He marries Mira and to add salt to the wound you were his best man, or rather best woman. Holding in tears because you thought to yourself 'Surely, I'd move on.'

You two grow up, still closer and you watched him make a family of his own while you work a decent job and end up drinking at the end of the day. Partners come and go, but none of them made you feel the same way Jonathan did. And Jonathan barely did shit.

You knew it was wrong pining for a married man, but you hoped some day Jonathan sees that Mira treats him like shit. You didn't want to upset him since you're his best friend. The one person who knew everything about him even after setting boundaries since he got married.

Were you surprised when Jonathan calls you over and tells you Mira cheated on him? Of course not. You called up a babysitter for Ava and went to hit up a bar, drowning in his sadness.

"What does she have that keeps you... I don't know... loving her? What's so different that you keep crawling back to her."

He couldn't reply. Jonathan stared at you, remembering all the times you two talked— the ones where he's always ranting about his married life, the struggles and the stress. You always just sat there and listened to him. You never straight out voiced your opinion about Mira.

"What else do you think of her?"

"She's a bitch. I mean seriously, you two have a daughter and she pulls this shit. Anyone— and I mean everyone can treat you better than she does."

You always did speak the truth when you're drunk. So this was different.

"You packed her shit too. If I were you, I would've burned everything she owned. Did I ever tell you of the ex boyfriend I had? Changed his shampoo to hair remover."

"That's a bit extreme."

"Your face is a bit extreme."

You always knew just how to make him laugh, even with childish insults. No words were exchanged between the two of you, Jonathan stared at you, scanning your features. Something about you was different. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he's just barely tipsy.

Next thing he knew, he kissed you. He realized that he loved you more than a best friend normally did. He was in love.

Even if it took your whole lives, you thanked whoever the fuck made him realize he loved you (me).

In the middle of your kissing session, he pulls away only to take off his glasses, even touching the lenses despite wanting to keep it fingerprint-free.

His daughter's asleep, baby sitter's gone. You two stumbled into his house, lips locked. Jonathan wasted no time getting you into his bedroom (well, him and Mira's bedroom) and taking your clothes off.

Not only was this the perfect revenge, this was a perfect moment. Your wildest dreams finally coming true.

Jonathan fucks— no, he makes love. He's slow, making you feel good. He's definitely a giver. He peppers you non-stop with kisses. You leave scratches and marks on his body. The pleasure is too much. You were happy that night.

The next morning, breakfast in bed and a kiss on your forehead. Clearly, he didn't regret anything from last night. Jonathan really realized he loved you and you loved him.

Let's just say that you practically lived in his house at this point. Mira comes home to find Jonathan fucking you on the kitchen counter.

"You slut-!"

"You can't say shit, you cheated on him you fucking cunt!"

You successfully landed a harsh slap across Mira's face before getting pulled away by Jonathan. He carries you back into his bedroom and he cups your face with a smile.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah. Been wanting to do that since she broke the mug I gave you if I'm being honest."

Jonathan kicked Mira out, and you two spent the night making love to each other. Jonathan was right— everything Mira hated about him, you loved. You were absolutely better than her.

Their divorced finalized, and Jonathan got full custody of Ava. You moved in and brought life to their dull house.

For your birthday, he bought you a piano... an expensive one at that. He loved hearing you play.

He's the type to pick you small flowers every day and you have an album filled with pressed flowers. Before you go to work, he would slip a sticky note in your bag and you would find it while working and can't help but smile.

You make his lunches. He's always liked your cooking. You were definitely levels up from pathetic dinner tupperware spaghetti.

You even pack Ava's lunch for school, making notes like

Have a good day, sweetie! I love you ❤️

For Jonathan, it's always confessions of love. Even if at this point you two should be married.

Love you for as long as the stars shine ❤️

He can't help but smile like a fool during lunch. Even brags about the food you make.

He was in the middle of a lesson when he realized he wanted to marry you. As soon as class ended, he sprinted to Tiffany & Co. and bought you a diamond ring that suited you.

He was just utterly in love with you. One day, playing your piano, you looked ethereal that he grabbed the ring and got down on one knee. He just loved you too much.

You two spent the rest of your days more and more in love than that day in the bar along with your children. He couldn't ask for anyone better. You were the one for him, no one else.

[jwritestuff]

older brother behavior

warnings: drinking mention (nothing graphic)

- summary: younger gn!reader meets a pretty girl, dean and sam are protective!

also: this is my first fic. i have no clue how to do this. feedback is appreciated!

dean and sam go to the bar every friday. i don't know, tradition? but i stay back. i'm not a drinker honestly. i would much rather stay at the bunker curled up with a good book. that’s definitely my kind of night.

my brothers practically begged me to go to the bar with them. they need a ‘good luck charm’ for their pool game, or whatever they call it. so i went. they don't listen to the word ‘no’.

i’m knee deep. knee deep in a new book i'm reading. exactly 237 pages in. dean and sam are playing pool, shouting whenever possible. they are definitely drunk. mid sentence, i feel a hand on my shoulder.

"hi."

oh my god.. she's so.. she has black curly hair and deep brown eyes.

"hi." i mutter. taking her in. (how do you calmly greet a hot girl?) 

"i'm charlotte" she looks at me so intensely. like we could for sure kiss right now. 

"i'm y/n." i smile, trying my best to flirt. "come, sit" i point to the seat across from me.

"what are you reading?" she asks.

and i love her already. "oh! um.. its a book about a teenage alcoholic, not my usual genre but i love this auth-" dean comes up next to my chair.

he wraps an arm around me. "hey kid! who is this?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

I give him a pleading look that says, ‘please dont embarrass me’. 

"dean, this is charlotte. charlotte, this is dean. one of my brothers" 

"hi!" she says so sweetly may i add. i look at her for a split second, mouthing ‘im sorry’ and giving her an apologetic smile. she waves me off like it's nothing and my oldest brother isn't about to humiliate the fuck out of me.

"ah, charlotte. so what are your intentions with our y/n?" charlotte, thankfully, laughs at this.

"dude shut up" i lightly slap his arm. "go back to pool, i think sam is moving the balls around!" that gets him.

"oh shit. ok well, y/n stays right here. don't take them anywhere i can't see them" he bumps my shoulder and winks at me. i (half) playfully roll my eyes.

he finally walks away. i give charlotte a desperate look. "oh my god. i am so sorry. him and sam, my other brother, they're insanely protective when it comes to me. especially when it comes to me and girls."

she laughs. "don't be sorry! it's really sweet how they care. have you had bad experiences in the past or..?"

"not really. they kinda get all parental when i'm sad. they've seen me heartbroken three times now, so i think they're trying to avoid another one of those meltdowns."

she looks apologetic. "heartbreak is the worst."

"cheers to that" i say. holding up my.. water. but, she laughed, so i'd say thats a win.

right when i look up. i see sam. 

"hey kiddooooo" he draws out. oh god. he's for sure drunk. 

"just needed- just wan- to see what you're reading!" he's doing his best to pretend to be interested in my book, but i know better, he just wants to be sure my choice of woman is acceptable. looks at charlotte then looks at me. this goes on three more times. he mouths 'good taste' and gives me a thumbs up. i roll my eyes. "okay you can go now! thanks for checking in, i'm fine sam."

he walks away. he also winks. jesus christ get me out of here. 

"that's sam, i assume?" charlotte takes me out of my head for a second.

"uh.. yeah. again-"

"do not apologize. please. it's really adorable." so she's already picked up on my need to apologize for anything and everything. wow.

"okay." i look down, blushing. she breathes and i feel like i'm having a stroke. how is she so perfect?

"give me your phone." she says.

so of course, i hand her my phone. she says, "i'm putting in my number and following myself on instagram. that okay?"

i wanna kiss her so bad right now. just realized im staring at her lips. "i.. yes. that's perfectly okay."

she hands me back my phone. "i'll be sure to text you." she gets off the chair and comes extremely close to me. holy sh-

i'm staring at her lips again. she definitely realizes that by now. i just nod, speechless at this point. (how does she do that to me?)

she tucks my hair behind my ear and cups my face to kiss me. i kiss her back. obviously.

so yeah, i just died!

she pulls away after a minute or two. 

"see you y/n." she smirks. SMIRKS.

"bye charlotte." i say. (i've never been so red)

i turn back to my book, taking a breath. what just happened?

i was going to continue reading (not really, just think about charlotte) when i hear dean and sam whistling at me. i put my finger to my mouth, because, why are they so loud. they come back to give me a high five. i gladly accept their gesture this time.

"can't believe our little sibling got to makeout with a girl in a bar. their first time being in one. and they brought a fucking book." sam looks at dean with wide eyes. i can't say i don't agree, i didn't bring a book here to kiss a girl. but if that's what works, i'll take it.

"proud of you kid. no dates until i properly meet her. and that doesn't include you guys sucking each others' faces two feet away from us." dean says. i get off my chair and start to walk out with both of them. i'm starting to like bars.

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"Hey now, control yourself Goatman"

"Of all the memories you could've chosen, you chose that one?

You are so mean to me, your favorite non-fictional criminal"

"Who said you're my favorite?"

"So mean! So so so mean!!"

"Sorry! You are quickly entering the top three, though!"

"Haha yes! I'm on the leaderboards!"

"Oh! Wait! I wanted to show you something I found"

He looks inside his jacket, there's many pockets

He shows something familiar

"...Oh"

"Who could've thought, it was good luck after all"

"It even proves my theory!"

"I'm putting this in my office"

"Bad news is: we owe Vivi money now"

"I dont think that's a 'we' situation"

"Hey!"

"Just kidding, I'll put it next to a picture of my cat"

"What an honor!"

"I wonder if Mozilla Firefox and Ángel would get along, I'd love to have a picture of the two of them together"

"So, we bounce?"

"Actually, there's something I need of you"

"Oh?"

"Before we get in and, you know, face the reality of the situation...

Can I have your last name?"

"... of course, how could I not after all that's happened?"

"Hello, nice to meet you"

This is the 5th time they've met

And they love it

They walk towards the house

Even though it's freezing, they would like to stay out

They don't want this moment to end

They don't want to face the fact that they're still in danger

"So, you know everything now?"

"Yes, I know how to stop the loops. Stopping Coli is the hard part. We should focus on that first"

"I can take him. The guy hasn't been able to kill me a single time!"

"Yeah, he thinks you are a stubborn bastard"

"And proud of it!"

A quick flash of mischief goes through Beebo!

"Hey, how about this"

"Let's get a drink at the bar, and you can ask me anything to your heart's desire, I'll clarify everything.

What do you say? Let's get to know each other"

"So mean"

"Haha, are you hiding in your scarf?"

"And so silly. Too silly! It must be illegal to be this silly. Your crimes shall not be forgotten"

"Oh, I'm the criminal now?"

"Yes, in fact, you shall be caught right now!"

Ángel takes off his scarf

"Haha! You've been caught, prepare to face the law!"

"Oh no. Cotton. My weakness"

"That's right, I am the greatest detective this region has seen"

"Just the region?"

"I stay humble"

"Ángel we are going to freeze out here"

"Save that for the authorities"

"Ángel!!"

After multiple crimes of the silly nature, they finally get inside.

[9w1ft]

"each bar plays our song" > africa by toto, often played in bars, included in kaylor playlists, and referenced by taylor directly in cornelia street > wildest dreams was filmed in africa featuring a giraffe in the same scene where she's wearing a golden dress > that song uses her heartbeat as the drum beat > "my broken drums, you have beat my heart" > "i hear the drums echo in the night" > "in the middle of the night, in my dreams / i know i'm gonna be with you so i take my time" > it's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you / gonna take some time to do the things we never had" > "there's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do" > "i used to switch out these kens, i'd just ghost" + "i'd go back to dudes who give nothing" + "long story short, it was the wrong guy" + "i never trust a playboy, but they love me" + "some boys are trying too hard / i forgot their names now" > that's why it hits different > "i bless the rains down in africa" > "we bless the rains on cornelia street"

huh, id never payed close attention to the lyrics of this song before, thats pretty cool!

sidenote.. does africa play in bars a lot?? ive lived in japan since before i could drink so my entire drinking life has been spent here and i dont really have a grasp of american bar music 🙈

[piratemadi]

Even if you're never going to write it, please share how you'd integrate Flint (and Miranda) into your modern au. To make a life has such god tier characterization and I'd love to know how you'd insert Flint.

its me and @wordforworldisforest 's creation! basically miranda and thomas are best friends since childhood in a very expensive ivy feeder private pre-k-12 school. in high school flint gets a sports scholarship (i think we were originally thinking soccer altho im liking the idea of boxing or wrestling makes more sense?) to their school. blah blah blah throuple years and then thomas is sent to conversion therapy camp where he commits and thats for real sorry thomas. in revenge miranda and flint kill thomas's father, but he's super rich and super influential so they're forced to go on the run and they do that for 10ish years.

they reach the town that the rest of the group lives in about a year after the first one ends, so the baby is born and the six of them have very much settled into a routine. miranda gets a job as a bookkeeper in town and flint gets a job on a fishing boat, which is where he meets anne and vane. miranda meets madi at the library (she keeps up w the news in case there's anything abt her or thomas's families). miranda gets close w madi first and flint develops an incredibly antagonistic relationship with vane. later flint vane and madi will bond over communism etc they'll get him to start reading more and finding purpose in life again bc when he and miranda first killed thomas's dad he had all this righteous rage but after 10 years of just running around the states it's mostly burned out

miranda's actually first to spend more time with madi and then max bc the three of them have drastically different perspectives on life but in a weird way it is complementary. so flint sees that first that she starts brightening that she starts really liking the town and bringing up the idea of staying there. she eventually drags him to the bar to see jack anne and vane perform (there's love here...and music......) which is where he meets silver for the first time. and hates him!

anyways...i dont really see flint being as close to the rest of them as miranda will end up being like that's something him and vane will end up having in common which is that they dont feel close to every single person in the group but as he falls in love w silver and months (and eventually years) go by he finds real peace purpose and love in having roots/family for what's kind of the first time in his life.

he and max end up as bitchy gay lion drinking buddies which is good for both of them. him and anne work out together he teaches her to box but they dont really talk. him and jack aren't particularly close, altho they do talk about books sometimes with miranda. him and vane will never be FRIENDS friends, and in fact for the first few months literally cant be in the same room together, but madi likes and trusts flint, which softens vane up, and they do end up respecting each other. him and silver develop a weird codependence which is slightly less pronounced than the show since miranda's alive and still flint's close friend but i was thinking that they grow to have some distance as time passes bc they were so close for so long and it was so painful for both of them. so they both develop other relationships that are probably healthier.

miranda madi and max end up really really tight like a little girl friend group they're all very different but they are all talkative in exact complementary ways so they spend a ton of time together. miranda doesnt know how to talk to anne but likes her a lot. she doesn't know how to talk to vane either and likes him way way less. as for jack him and her click very very well bc his music is the first thing that makes her take the idea of staying seriously and they're very stimulating to each other like they find each other super fun and hang out all the time

thats the vague premise. idk what the plot would be but thats what we wouldve written if either of us had the time or inclination. if you read all this you're odd but thank you <3

[sleepy-achilles]

Don’t know if I’ve sent this ask already cos I’m currently drunk too, but a drunk taker inadvertently trying to flirt with Shawn even though they’re together, and shawn going along with it would make my life worth living

You did infact send a drunk taker ask but it is slightly different so I will infact answer both. Gonna start with this one as it'll probably be shorter, because I cannot romance anything.

Hbtaker- Husband? Yeah

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"I only thought big evil taker could get drunk?" Kid asks watching taker down another beer. "Apparently this form became more human after the whole big evil thing." Kevin mutters into his drink. "Ah. So. Do we pretend he wasn't drunk the next day...or..?" Kid asks. Kevin chuckles. "Kid, I really don't think he'll care" Kevin informs him. "Who?" Shawn yawns as him and hunter walk back over. "Your hubby is on his tenth beer. He doing good?" Kevin asks. Shawn glances at the bar. "Hell, goldust probably bet him something again. Or kanes up to something." Shawn sighs. "Ill be back" Shawn states patting hunters shoulder before walking over.

"Oh here the pretty boy comes" goldust whispers. "Oh shit. Another beer please" Taker orders. The bartender pauses. "That would be 11.." "trust me, he isn't driving. His nondrinking partner is" goldust promises. "Alright, but I will make sure.. " the bartender states before moving away. Goldust smirks as shawn walks over. "Whats going on?" Shawn asks goldust. "Dont know what you mean" goldust shrugs. "My husband is on his tenth drink and won't even look my way. You know what I mean" Shawn scolds. "Eleventh actually" goldust smiles as the beer is placed down. Shawn looks at taker.

"Hey, you good?" Shawn asks. Taker drinks some of the beer before sitting up straight. "Im great, you are really beautiful" he slurs. Shawn pauses. "Um thanks?" "Oh shit, do you have a boyfriend?" Taker asks. Shawn stares at him. "Oh" Shawn whispers. He looks at goldust who's smirking. "Oh!" Shawn repeats chuckling to himself. "Because I didn't see you with anyone. Shitty boyfriend if he left something as pretty as you on your own" Taker adds. "Yeah, I guess so" Shawn hums sitting next to Taker. "Would you leave me?" Shawn asks. "Oh god no. I'd be lucky to have you, no way would I ever risk anyone getting you" Taker hiccups. Shawn smiles. "Thats sweet" Shawn states.

"Ca-can I buy you a drink?" Taker asks. "Nah, not drinking" Shawn states. "My husband doesn't drink" Taker states. "Husband?" Shawn asks. "Yeah, real beautiful thing. A real piece of art. So lucky to have him. Which is why this can only be drinks. Because I love him so much and don't want to risk it. You look awfully a lot like him" Taker rambles. Shawn pouts at his husband. "Yeah he pulls that face a lot. When I'm doing something sweet or he's not getting his own way...where is Shawn...goldie..wheres shawnie?" Taker begins to panic.

He definitely came here with his husband. "Takes? It's me..Shawn?" Shawn tries. Taker squints at him. "Oh! Shawn. That's good. Knew you looked a lot like yourself" Taker huffs. Shawn chuckles and kisses his cheek. "You doing alright? You've had a lot to drink.." Shawn murmurs rubbing takers shoulders. "Mmm, just a stressful week. Glad your beautiful face is here though" Taker smiles. "Sure hot stuff." Shawn chuckles kissing his cheek again. "Finish up and then let's get you home. And no more drinks" Shawn orders. "Yessir" Taker hiccups. Shawn chuckles and squeezes goldusts shoulder before rejoining his friends.

"You knew that was shawn" Taker grumbles. Goldust can't stop himself from laughing. "Oh you'll forgive me in the morning when he wakes you up" goldust smirks. Takers cheeks flush and he rolls his eyes. "Not funny. But probably" Taker yawns.

[salaciousslut]

Thats more than valid!! When i have the occasional dream something in the real world has to remind me of the dream. Or i only remember 1-3 seconds of my dream. Its cute ive shown up in your dreams twice now<3

I promise i wont feel bad about it sweetheart☺️ and yeah, youre right i cant deny being enamored by you🫣 i blame the fact that youre charming and irresistible🥰

Please I love lazy days i could spend the whole day tracing shapes on your skin and talking to you<3 i know youre cute when youre sleepy so lemme make you comfy🥺

I wont lie some fire signs take some warming up to, ive had my share of meeting leos who are so far up their own asses that i just couldnt even stand to be around them. But most other fire signs are chill, but im also from what is ironically a family of fire and air signs so i might be biased! 🤭 also now that i think of it one of my best friends who is always down to go out to bars whenever i ask is also a virgo🤭 i even made plans with them friday night to force our other friends to come out to a bar with us to celebrate one of our favorite artist's birthday when he turns 40 this Tuesday. I dont know much about astronomy but i'd like to go stargazing with you, i think it'd be nice<3

Im glad you at least got some rest! Dont give yourself a headache by studying too hard, sweetheart🥺 i know you'll do great on your exam, like absolute confidence in your skill<3

And what'd you have for lunch!? I was actually about to wash some rice for lunch and check to see if we have any chicken left for some protein, im also thinking about day drinking though 🙄 on weekends i always say i'll drink after 5pm and then i never drink, like i didnt touch any of my alcohol yesterday even though i wanted to?? Like i dont understand myself, i wanna do something so bad i dont do it.

im charming and irresistible 🥺🥰 you are too!! im just here kicking my feet and giggling babe, im nothing too special

yes ive had my fair share of fire signs but they have really grown on me and now i love them!! it just takes a lil bit to lower my walls with fire signs (esp aries besties, im sorry but ive in some sticky situations with yall) but yeah ive learned to love and accept them as they are!!!

omg im that way my friends too! my friends know i almost always say yes to going out, a lil dinner date, or shopping!! to me its about spending time with my people so i love being invited out

ooh which artist is turning 40??? who are we celebrating?? i wanna join!! hehe im kidding but that sounds super fun!!

thank you for believing in me!! just a lot of content but tbh im always stressed so it isnt much different! but ill be sure and take breaks here and there!!

i had some salad and leftover fried chicken and rice!! yummy and twinsies haha!! i support day drinking (to an extent) so get a drink!!! ill be getting drunk out of my mind tomorrow after my exam so you know the vibes!! but i feel you! if i wanna do something so bad, i end up always pushing it back, its sooo irritating

[kodiescove]

So one thing about ECT is its completely taken away my suicidal ideation.

But instead now I get like existential moments about my life.

Particularly "oh gods, is this what my life is going to be like forever???"

Though I am happy with where my life is, that my mood is stable and positive, my home life is stable, I'm making friends, I have wonderful partners, my day to day is.... well.... it involves sitting in my room, not doing much.

I miss working because it gave me a reason to get out of the house and do something for a few hours a few times a week. My counselor doesn't want me to go back to work, and I agree with her, as I can only handle about 1 to 2 hours of being out in public right now, but I still miss working. I miss the socializing. I miss chatting with customers while I cashed them out and putting on my best "customer service voice"(which is really just my voice in friendly "I have energy" mode) I miss hearing about the different craft projects my customers were doing and getting inspired to do my own craft projects.

I dunno. When I think about the reasons I miss working, it has less to do with money and capitalism, and a lot more to do with "I'm tired of being in my room alone all day everyday". Like, even if I could manage to work a single 3 hour shift a week, I'd be happy. I doubt they'd let me work any less than that.

I tried volunteering as a dog walker for my local ASAPCA last year, but I just wasn't ready. That's a weekly commitment, too. I felt terrible about giving that up. I was so, so enthused about doing it, and genuinely I LOVED doing it. Even though I couldn't continue doing it, it was still therapeutic to me to work with all the dogs. But, of course, my disability went "no, we can't be out this long, even if we're left to ourselves, and even if we drink some coffee while we're here"

It's very frustrating. Because I can't seem to find ways to actually be out in the community on a regular basis. I have a group that I'm a part of, but a lot of their get togethers are at bars and that is not the scene for me, no thank you. Too loud. I even struggled when we went to a coffee house and our group was in the back and got SUPER loud.

It's so.... I don't know. I never cared about going out and doing things back when I was like 18 and had a job(note: I was NOT healthy.) I didn't even care a few years ago when I had a job. But now that I DONT have a job, all I can think about is how little I get out of house settings, and how little I actually socialize with people, and how much I wish I could change that.

[braverytattoos]

HI!! OMG! Tan pants....that's hilarious cause it's such an easy mistake, but I love it!!! I saw someone in Target once in flesh colored pants and did a triple take. At least it was dark in the bar? Ha!

You had to have done something for the first time recently and didn't even know you did...as simple as me changing out the lightbulbs in my ceiling fan.

I suppose enjoying ANY of Liam's lyrics are controversial to some...but we know he didn't write them, so nothing wrong with enjoying good music.

My favorite Harry lyric atm is "you smile like it's no big deal" but quote, is not really a quote, I just get a case of the giggles every time he tries to pronounce a name from the crowd.

Ok, enough jibber jabber. Can you tell I've had some Coke (the drink, not the line) that's been in my fridge since thanksgiving? As someone who's never had a drop of coffee ever, the caffeine does things to me. Hehe

Let's ask YOU some questions!

If you could pick a day to relive again and again, which would it be? 

Are you embarrassed of your Google search history? 

What’s your favorite Louis quote/lyric? 

Enjoy your day!!!

all great thoughts and points. the lyrics you picked out are SO GOOD as well, i agree that they're amazing. HAHAHAHA i love how you felt the need to clarify which coke, no judgement here 😂 do you have tea? or no hot beverages whatsoever?

hmmm i'd say either my TMH show or my harry show in august. it was such good times, honestly any 1D or harry show is something i'd want to relive.

HAHA YES. i feel like i search the simplest shit, like i search up really specific stuff too like i think yesterday i searched "how is acid/base balance maintained by the kidneys?" and also just smutty fics i forget the title of and put in like "louis tomlinson famous lawyer dates twink harry styles and they fuck in a pink robe"

honestly for louis i dont think i can choose, but since you're making me im going to go simple and say "only the brave" ALSOOOO fun fact but idk if you know when louis tweeted bravery? but i got that tattooed on me cause of that and also personal reasons happening at the time 🥺

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer rolled his eyes at the garlic bread cooking in the stove. He could hear Adam sucking on a bar of garlic butter from here. The place was starting to stink, so much so, Teddy sits outside in the garden most days.

Lucifer: so... Michael seems nice!

Adam: he's a bitch!

Lucifer leaned against the archway that separated the lounge and the kitchen.

Lucifer: you say that, but you love him~

Adam: pft- no I don't

Lucifer: yes you do

Adam: No, I dont!

Lucifer: yes you do, ducky-!

Teddy: boys! Please! I'm getting a headache!

Adam: oh shit-!

Lucifer: what? Addie?

Adam stood up and started pacing.

Adam: fuck!

Lucifer: Adam what!? You're scaring me!

Adam: Dora! I forgot to get Michael's number for you!

Teddy: Adam. Enough! He is a holy worry of our- someone else's lord and savior! He doesn't need me to... pleasure him in any way!

Adam: Teddy, you saw or tense he was! He barely got any ass before I left! Let a lone a handy! Luci, I better call him

Lucifer: Adam, leave dad alone~, you'll give him a heart attack

Adam held his phone to his ear, Lucifer tried to reach for it when he heard it ringing.

Adam: well, lucky he lives with us, downstairs, aye babe?

Lucifer: how can you even call Heaven?!

Adam: he has a summer home- Mickey! ... no, Mikey! ...shut the fuck up!

As Teddy walked in he was a glimpse of Adam going up the stairs.

Teddy: is he on the phone?

Lucifer: to Michael

Teddy: what!? Iess that 5 hours ago Adam was ready to start war just so he could wave his brothers head around and now he's calling him?

Lucifer: ... I think Adam has some emotional problems

Teddy: really son? You don't say?

Lucifer: Don't sass me, dad. I have bread to check on

After an hour on the phone, Adam came down the stairs. Lucifer smiled when he saw how happy he was. It must have been a good phone call.

Lucifer: just in time for dinner~.

Adam: oh good!

Lucifer and Teddy expected Adam to sit down, but instead, he waited by the front door, scrolling on his phone.

Lucifer: uh... ducky? You good?

Adam: hm? Oh! I'm great- Teddy~?

Teddy: ...what is it Adam?

Adam: do you like Chateau Petrus?

Teddy: Adam. That is almost a $6000 wine. One would do more than "like" it. It needs to be tasted- really tasted. You would drink a Chateau with patience and grace.

Adam: ...do you like it or not.

Teddy: yes, I like it.

There was a knock at the door, and Adam quickly put his phone away.

Adam: good, good! Luci! Get another plate!

Luicfer: what?

Teddy: oh dear.

Adam opened the door to a gorgeous human man- that looked a lot like Michael. After letting the man in, Adam closed the door.

Adam: alright- everyone, this is my brother Michael!

Michael: good evening!

Lucifer: we met him today, ducky

Adam: pft, I know that, but I wanted to give you guys a proper introduction!

Michael: one where Adam and I didn't have over 10,000 years of hurt and hostility to sort out! And besides, I'd love to get to know my brother in law! And... brother in laws father

Teddy froze up as Michael bee lined for him. Even as a human, Michael was taller than Teddy, but then so was Adam. Must be an angel thing. Teddy couldn't help but blush at the sight of Michael up close to him and opening his jacket.

Michael: for you~

Teddy looked at his hand, and there was a bottle of the wine Adam was talking about. Good God.

Teddy: oh- my- well- thank you, Lord Michael but you really shouldn't have!

Michael: You don't like it?

Adam: he loves it! It costs a lot of money here

Michael: oh I see! I'm sorry, but I don't understand human customs, if it's the price you're worried about, please rest assured that this cost me nothing.

Adam: did- you can say sorry to him!?

Michael: this is whine Adam, not destroying humanity

Adam: I didn't destroy it-

Lucifer: Adam! Come help me in the kitchen! I need a strong Devil to carry some plates

Adam: well, you've come to the right place~.

Adam and Lucifer left Teddy and Michael to get to know eachother.

Lucifer: did you really just set up my Dad with Michael?

Adam: No.

Lucifer: what- why?! Wait... no? Why is Michael here then?

Adam: Well, a few reasons... seeing as I've forfeit my control over the Vatican, I no longer need your father's contract. And... I don't want his soul.

Lucifer: okay...?

Adam: so... Michael is here to sort something out with him

Lucifer: and what's that?

Adam: a ticket to Heaven. And it's his to cash whenever he wants. I uh... wanted him to see Charlotte again

Lucifer: oh, Addie...

Adam: I know, I'm the sweetest. That doesn't mean Michael and Dora can't get it on, I did kind of set them up, but we'll see how that goes. This also goes you to...

Lucifer: ... i don't want to get it on with Michael.

Adam: huh? Oh! No! Duh! I meant seeing Charlotte. When we get to Hell, you're allowed to see her whenever you want.

Lucifer: what...? Adam... how?

Adam: my brother and I have always agreed on one thing. Family shouldn't be separated by death. The first humans and their descendants were ment to go to Heaven. All of them. But because of all the sinning humans did, most of them ended up in my realm! And Heaven and I hated eachother to do anything about the souls there. I still hate them! But Michael is willing to help. You two, at least.

Adam squeaked as Lucifer hugged him tight. It was the warmest hug Adam had gotten in a while, so of course, he hugged back.

Lucifer: s-she can meet the grandkids- meet the babies...!

Adam smiled down at Lucifer.

Adam: yeah... she can...

Michael: Babies?

Devil and the Priest!au

(Feel free to change the name- it's 1am where I am, so my brain is starting to fry lol)

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01

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Lucifer drove through the country side, he's been behind the wheel for nearly 5 hours. He didn't realize how much of a drive getting to this monastery. He knew it was remote but this is getting ridiculous- he should have brought snacks.

He glanced out his window every now and then to take in the scenery. He's currently driving past a large body of water, where he spotted a small island. He wishes he was over there, with no worries or expectations. With no one but himself. The Vatican has been on his ass lately about making this trip. Apparently, there was something 'dark- and 'unsettling' at this monastery. If any of the priests he knew were anything to go by, it was probably just them. He swore they refused to die, they had more wrinkles than brain cells.

Lucifer turned his radio up, some type of rock song was one, it was a big no no to be listening to music like this, it's his car. Driver picks the music, and the Vatican shuts their cake hole.

Finally, as the sun was setting, Lucifer arrived at the monastery. The large stone building loomed over him, maybe the Vatican was right, this place was unsettling. He felt like he was being watched, the multiple colours in the sky masking how decrepit this place actually is. Pulling out a brochure from his pocket, Lucifer couldn't help but smirk, they're really trying to market this place like it's a holiday retreat.

Lucifer: "Welcome to the Hazbin. Find not only sanctuary and enlightenment but also beaches and the best crab around!" ...right, definitely staying away from the crab then...

After an exhausted sign, Lucifer licked his car and picked up his bags. Making his way towards the large wooden doors, Lucifer couldn't help but dread the next two or three hours, all he wanted was to hop into bed and close the world off foe a few hours but he'd probably have to take the whole tour and- ew- meeting people.

He shuddered at the thought.

Lucifer: I wonder if I could convince them to leave the formalities till tomorrow...

Lucifer gripped a huge, iron door knocker and banged it three times. He knew this could take a while so he prepared to get comfortable- until the door was pulled open.

Priest: Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin! How can I assist you this fine evening!

Lucifer: uh- yeah- hi, my name Luicfer, I've been told to come here by the Vatican- I've been told you're expecting me...?

Priest: hm... Lucifer...

The man flicked through a small book, humming every so often. What's the point in having glasses if you still can't read a damn book.

Lucifer: look man- sir- it's been a long drive, I'd really like to just get to sleep-

Priest: ah! Yes! Here you are, Lucifer! Please, come right in! We've been expecting you for hours, your overseer said you would be here this morning- but better late than never I suppose!

The man moved aside to let Lucifer in. He really didn't like this guy, but that's not new, priest are pretty... eccentric.

The man shit the door behind him, using at least six locks to secure it.

Priest: pardon my manners, Lucifer! My name is Alastor- Father Alastor. And I'll be your superior while you're here

Ah, great. He has to answer to this... lovely man. Forcing a smile, Lucifer did what he did best: lie.

Lucifer: that's very exciting Father Alastor, look forward to working with you and getting to know this place more personally!

Alastor: oh, I could imagine! I'm sure you've heard a lot about me! I've been in charge of five other monasteries before this one! All saw a raise in volunteers and profits.

Lucifer: that's fantastic, Father. It's a real honor to be working on this project with you-

Alastor: "project", yes, that's one word to describe it.

Alastor lead Lucifer down a long hall, hebcouldbt believe how quiet it was. He was told there were at least 60-70 nuns and other workers here but it just seemed abandoned.

Thankfully, Alastor showed Lucifer to his room, it was large with a queen bed in the middle. It didn't have much furniture, just a set of draws and a desk out looking the garden. It was dead and overgrown, but the air was fresh, he'll have to start taking up writing again.

Alastor: well! Lucifer, it is a real pleasure to have you here! Tomorrow I'll show you around and I introduce you to some of the other occupants here- there are quite a few so I do expect you to introduce yourself to some of them in your own time.

Lucifer dumped his bags on his bed, and turned to face Alastor.

Lucifer: that understandable. Thank you for this Alastor, I'll see you in the morning-

Alastor: bright and early Mr Lucifer. I like to get the day started as the break of dawn

Of course he does.

Lucifer: great! I better get some sleep then

Alastor: yes, you should. Goodnight Lucifer

Finally, Lucifer was alone. Or at least he hoped. He still hasn't shaking that feeling from earlier. Except this time, he was certain nothing was watching him, Alastor seemed to be the only other living thing here. And that's giving the bastard a lot of credit. Not once did he stop smiling- Lucifer already wants to wipe that look off his face.

All Lucifer wanted to do was sleep, so he got comfortable and started to drift off.

[bwobgames]

Previous First

Tick

Tock

"It's a good thing the storm is only just starting, or else we would've missed this view"

"It's beautiful here"

"It sure is"

"I see why kids come here often, I'd love to see the sunrise- Wait, were you looking at me when you said that?"

"Maaaaybe"

"Were you always this sappy?"

"Haha, well, actually ...it's a bit complicated"

"I used to be all over the place, meeting new people, having a fun night, and leaving the next morning. I was young and free and had fun, so who cares? I did things safely and carefully.

But, well, time goes on. I got older.

I had a job and less time for people. Even if my life is still hectic, I wanted ...stability, I guess. Something more domestic. A connection.

But, you know, having your whole romantic life be random dates and one night stands doesn't really teach you much about what relationships actually contain.

I tried, really, to settle down with this dude I thought was funny, but uh... I fucked it up. Turns out being open about feelings it's really difficult! And! It can negatively impact your relationship! How crazy is that?

I genuinely have no idea about romance.

Are you any better?"

"Ah, you got me there.

I've never been that social, honestly. I never really went out of my way to find people.

And the few people I had.... well... they didn't leave the best reviews.

Apparently, I am a bit too much. Too cold, too clingy, too talkative, too quiet, too into the different types of berries one can find in the wild.

And also not enough.

I dont really know if you'd want this, honestly. Im a bit of a mess.

I know relationships are all about putting in work, but I never know if Im doing it right. Or at all.

But, I think we could make a good team."

"Yeah. I think so too"

"Hey, I got an idea"

"Vivi! Can you take a picture of us?"

"Oh wait! Before it's too awkward later! Please tell me your name. Im very sorry I forgot. I know Vivi said it in passing. Was it um... Andy?"

"... Tell you what, how about you let me invite you a drink at the bar and I'll say it, yeah?

Let's get to know each other more"

"Sure"

"Alright, pair of wet cats, get in position"

Tick

Tock

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Hello SunShine: Prologue

Guys! I’m soooo excited! And this is first for me, to be writing an action/ romance fic! I really do hope that all of you enjoy this one, as much as I love writing this. 

Warnings: violence (gun shots and mentions of beatings). If this isn’t for you, then dont read. 

There will be smut and this is going to be a mini series. 

Also, if you like what you read? Please reblog! Thank you and I love you!

18 + only.

I would like to thank @maroonsunrise83 for letting me share some of my ideas! and also @starlightcevans​

ALSOOOO to @princessofdarkwinter​  because I love her and everything about her. 

Denny walked along the long hallway with his second in command, Suzanne. It was a successful mission for them, and they both planned on going out for drinks and finally putting Lloyd away. Denny knew that his best friend was crazy, so he used him to take down whoever was in his way. 

But after a while, he’s gone a little soft on him, and he didn’t like it. 

Friends? Sure, friends since their Harvard days. But Lloyd changed over the years, and for the two, it was time to put the psycho in his place.

"Alright, I'll see you at the bar in a few hours?" Suzanne said, making her way to the other hallway.

"Yes, I just need to make a few phone calls to the boss," Denny said. The two nodded, and Suzanne disappeared down the hallways. Sighing, Deny opened the door and closed the door behind him.

He reached for the lights and froze. The prickly feeling in him had a feeling that someone was in his office. He went around his waist, reaching for his gun.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Denny heard. He frowned as he felt like he had heard it before.

"Do I know you?"

A snort came from the other end, and his desk light went on. A woman appeared in front of him, dressed in black, in a ponytail, and holding a silencer. He knew that signature gun and the girl. 

Denny looked at her and let out a giggle.

"Oh, your Mrs. Hansen, Lloyd’s wife." Deny said as he took a step forward.

"I am." You said as you got up from his chair and walked around the desk, leaning back.

"There has to be a reason why you came here." Deny said. You looked at him slowly as he reached around his waist once more. You didn't think and aimed at his foot and shot a bullet. Deny yelped and fell to his knees.

"The fuck was that for!" Deny whined in pain. You smiled and punched him on the nose, making him yell out in pain.

"If you want to live and have a drink with Suzanne, then I suggest that you tell me where Lloyd is." You said, tapping the tip of the silencer on his forehead. Deny laughed.

"The hell I would tell you. You let out a laugh and grabbed Denny by his collar. And even if I told you, he’s dead." Denny said with confidence. 

“You know, the moment that bitch Suzanne called me, I knew there was something wrong.”

Boom

You looked up to see Suzanne with her gun. You smiled and shot a bullet towards her leg. She, too, clasped onto the floor, and her weapon flew far from her. You watched her crawl towards her gun, and you sighed. You strolled towards her while grabbing Denny on his collar and dragged him with you. You then kicked the gun even farther.

"I'm done playing games, assholes. You said. Tell me where you put Lloyd, and maybe I'll play nice.", dropping Denny to the ground. 

"Your bluff-"

You turned to Deny and kicked him in the stomach, making him yelp.

"I'd rather die-"

"Oh, you'd rather die? Okay!" You said with a smile and shot a round close to her at the chair.

**

20 minutes later ...

You had Suzanne tied to the chair and Deny as well. Both bloody and well beaten up.

"One last time, kids, where is Lloyd?!"

"Kill me-"

You kicked Suzanne on her leg where her bullet wound was and making her yelp. Then you punched her on her swollen cheek and placed your hands around her neck.

"Lion, France!" Suzanne yelled with what's left of her strength. You let go and stood back with a smile.

"Now that wasn't so hard!" You said and reached into your pocket. Then you placed a tiny little device around Denny's neck. You clipped it on and tapped his face.

"Now, there is no way you can escape now. You fucked with my husband, and now I fuck with you kids. Except-" You said, holding onto the remote.

"They will get you for this!" Deny yelled as he tried to wiggle out of his chair.

"Oh, I'm sure they won't. Someone taught me well." You said, pointing the silencer and shooting Deny in both his knees and twice on Suzanne's feet.

You walked out and heard them yelling to spare their lives. You then placed your sunglasses on and headed towards the elevators. Once you hit the lobby and towards the front, you got the remote and pressed the green button.

The moment you walked out of the building; the top floor of the CIA building explodes. Dani pulled up, and you got in. Dani looked at you and smiled.

"Where too? France?" Dani asked. You smiled.

"I knew; I just wanted to kill them." You said as Dani drove off, and commotion was beginning

[radiant-reid]

AAH HAPPY 5K CATE!!! U DESERVE IT SO MUCH I LITERALLY LOVE UR POSTS!!! soo i have! a blurb request >:) 🥥🦖🦩 and prompt “i dont want just any company— i want you”

come celebrate 5k friends with us Thank you so much !!

🥥 enemies to lovers 🦖 forced proximity 🦩fake dating  “i dont want just any company— i want you"

Penelope's birthday celebration was something you had been looking forward to since she started planning it. The whole team and some of her friends outside of work were going out to a bar to grab drinks and worship her- her words, not yours.

Going out was always fun, but it meant Spencer would be there. Your arch-nemesis. He had never been anything but frustrating towards you, making remarks about everything you did or said on cases.

But you were determined not to let it ruin Penelope's night, so you plastered on a smile, had a few shots, and things were looking up.

Aside from the fact, his eyes stayed on you all night, burning into the side of your head, and you knew you couldn't tell him to leave you alone right then.

The only time you'd ever been grateful for Spencer, outside of work, was when he came over to where you sat at the bar. "Can I have another scotch?" He asked the bartender, so close to you that you could feel the heat from his body against you. Clearly, he was watching you, trying to make sure you were okay, and that was what you were thankful for.

The guy next to you didn't get the message. His hand was itching to touch yours and his entire body turned to face you. All you wanted was a drink and not an invasion of personal space.

Once, whatever the guy said his name was, put his hands on you, Spencer stepped in. "Hey, baby." He greeted you, and you tried not to flinch at his oddly sweet tone and hand on your thigh.

His proximity made you dizzy, and your head was spinning as you looked up at his brown curls flopping around his forehead and how sharp his jawline was.

"I thought you said you were single?" The guy asked, his expression angrier than it should have been.

Spencer's grip tightened like he was afraid of his lie being figured out. "I didn't." You shortly replied.

"We could still get out of here." He offered, leaning in closer and making you gag at how gross he smelt. Nothing like Spencer's expensive liquor. "All three of us."

Spencer shook his head as quickly as you did. "No thanks, mate." He told the other man, using a word you never thought he'd say. "We're going to go now." He firmly stated, gliding his hand to your waist while you jumped out of the seat.

You were thanking god for Spencer Reid as he dragged you back to the empty booth, pulling you next to him for the sake of the guy who was definitely still watching. "Thank you." You told him.

"I never thought I'd hear you say those words." He flatly stated. "You owe me a scotch, too, by the way, since I left it at the bar."

"I have said 'thank you' before in my life." You claimed, not meeting his eyes. "You've heard me say it."

Spencer scoffed, tapping his fingers against the table in annoyance. "Not to me."

You didn't know if he sounded genuinely upset or if he was just bothered he didn't get his drink. "Sorry." You replied.

"You don't ever say that either." He hummed, possibly winding you up on purpose.

"I'm going home." You decided, hinting at him to move out of the way so you could get out of the booth.

He looked back to the group of your friends dancing. "I'll go get you some company." He offered, standing up first. "They're going soon anyway. Who do you want?"

You tugged at his hand before he could walk off, getting up as well. "I don't... I don't want just any company - I want you." You softly told him, staring at your shoes instead of his far too pretty face. Maybe you were too drunk or maybe he had just helped you out of a potentially bad situation, but he made you feel safe.

"Me? Why?" He asked, a prominent frown on his face. When you didn't reply, he figured it out. It was like he knew before even you did. "Oh."

"I'm sorry." You apologized quickly. "I'm just going to get someone else."

He was the one stopping you that time, delicately holding your hand. "Come on, let's go." He said. "Just you and me."

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

HIDEOUT

Pairing: Eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: you go check out corroded coffin at the hideout, being the supportive girlfriend you are, you lied and say they did great.

Warnings: under age drinking (only one drink) I feel like this is really cringe but oh well. Lying? I guess in case you would count that

Note: I'm sick of seeing people write that they were amazing. They only get 5 DRUNKS watching them. There's no way they're the best.

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"So you're still coming tonight, right?" Eddie asked me excitedly

"I have nothing better to do" I shrugged

"Great. It's about time you come see us" he said, kissing my forehead.

When Eddie invited me to see them, I got happy. Knowing that he wanted me there to watch him perform. But the closer the day came, I got more nervous, he's told me that they dont get much of an audience, so really the only one actually paying attention instead of being drunk would be me. But I still agreed to go, I know how happy he would be if I showed up. After all, he talks about the band a lot.

"Ok, meet me outside the hideout at 6" he told me with a small smile on his face

"Alright. I'll see you then"

"God. I love you, see ya" he said before kissing me and walking away

"Love you too" I whispered to myself

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I stood around the corner for a while. I'm not embarrassed by them or anything, scared? A bit, but I dont know why. It's not like I havent heard him play. Eddie's a great guitarist, but in a band is different. There's more going in and it's hard to get it to sound good together. Not that I doubt them or anything.

"There you are" Eddie beamed as he saw me walk towards him. A joint placed between his lips as he leaned against a wall.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world" I smiled at him, the least I could be is supportive towards him and his friends.

He took one last hit before dropping it on the floor and rubbing it in the ground with his foot.

"C'mon. The guys are in there getting set up" he spoke, grabbing my hand and leading me in the place.

"Take a seat anywhere, It doesn't really matter where, just as long as I can see your face" he winked.

Eddie had made it clear he wanted to see my reaction to them playing, he always said 'cant wait to see your face when you hear us'

It warms my heart knowing how excited he is to me being here, but it scares me if he sees that I might've not liked it.

So I just laugh along with him. Taking a seat at the bar as he went backstage.

The place was...ok. there was 7 people in total. Not including me.

In the corner of the room, there were 3 middle aged drunk men, talking amongst themselves, Two guys that look a little too young to be here, and in the middle of the room, A guy that looked sober enough to drive home if he wanted, and the bartender, if you even counted him

"What can I get ya" he asked. He didn't look young. But he didn't look old either, I'd say mid 30s.

"Just a coke thanks" I responded, looking down at my hands

"You look like you need alcohol" he stated with a light chuckle

"Cant. I'm only twenty" I said simply

"I'll give one on the house, it's not strong but you cant taste it, how about that?" He suggested.

"Why not" I shrugged. I felt like I'd need it to get through the next hour.

The man passed me a drink. It wasn't a big glass. It's a normal sized drink, but it looked like all I would need.

"Hello. My name is Eddie and this is corroded coffin!" Eddie's voice echoed through the room before the loud bangs and strums replaced his voice.

It was...something. it definitely wasn't like how he played for me when it was just him.

It didnt sound great, but it didnt sound horrible. And seen as though it wasn't really my type of music, it added a point to how bad it was. But that's just me.

"Yeah. The band isn't great. A lot of people leave before they get here cause they know they'll be performing. The only people who stay are the ones who are so drunk they can barely hear them" the bartender explained.

That cause I little pang in my heart. I feel bad for them. People leaving cause they know my boyfriend will be playing. That hurts to know. And makes me wonder if he knows that himself.

"That's really sad" I said, more to myself than the guy.

"Why? You like them?" He questioned

"They're my friends" I didnt feel the need to say I was Eddie's girlfriend, it's not really his business.

"Mm" he hummed. I looked down at my drink and see I already drank half of it, and it's only 1 song in.

This is gonna be a long time.

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During the middle if their third song the sober guy in the middle of the room, got up and walked out looking tired and annoyed. Welp. That's one down.

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"Thank you all for coming tonight, we play every Tuesday" I know I shouldn't of, but I cringed at that, the way no one but me was even listening to it was kind of upsetting, I knew it wouldn't be no Queen or Metallica but I expected them to have some potential.

I finished the last gulp of my drink and got up, the bartender was currently in the back for some reason I dont know so I just left the bar and waited outside, in front of Eddie's van. I was also hoping he would give me a ride home, cause I walked here. I saw him walk out with the guys, his guitar in his hand, smiling like an idiot.

"Hey guys!" I grinned at them as they got closer.

"Hey, Y/n" they all smiled at me

"Hey sweetheart" Eddie said, kissing the top of my head before trying to open the doors of the van. I helped him open it and watched as they all put their stuff in the back carefully. Eddie put his guitar in the case and zipped it up, talking amongst the rest.

As they all went back inside to get the rest of the things. Eddie stayed back with me for a minute, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"How was it? Did you like it?" he asked nervously

"I loved it, you guys did great" I full heartedly lied to him. It took my whole body not to lie and say it was bad, but I didn't want to upset him.

The way his face lit up as I said that made me feel both good and guilty.

"Alright, tell me about it when I get back, I have to get my amp" he announced and ran back inside the place.

I let out a big sigh and leaned my head on the outside of his van before going on the other side to take a seat on the passenger seat.

I didn't have to wait long for them. They got all they're things sorted before hopping in and started going home. Eddie dropping them off one by one.

"Bye guys" Gareth said before hoping out and waving goodbye to Eddie and I.

We said goodbye and drove away from bus house, going to Eddie's trailer.

"Which song was your favorite?" Eddie asked me curiously

"Um... the forth one" I replied unsure

"I was hoping you'd like one, I wrote that" he beamed

"Oh, what was it about?" I questioned

"I thought it was obvious. You" he confessed.

That didn't feel good. While I was sitting there barely listening and thinking they were bad, he was there singing a song he wrote about me? I felt like a shit girlfriend

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense" I nodded along

"You didn't like it did you? Were you even paying attention? It's ok if you didn't like it, you don't have to lie to me" he furrowed his eyebrows

"No, no, I loved all of them, you guys were really good" I fibbed

"Really?" He looked at me like he knew I wasn't telling the truth

"Really" I smiled politely while reaching for his hand that was resting on the gear.

I rubbed his hand with my thumb softly to comfort him.

"Alright" he muttered.

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I dont know if I liked that but well. That's how I think it would actually go, none of that sincere 'it was amazing' stuff. They're definitely bad.