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catching up with undead unluck and………dear Lord.
#ʬʬ.sosa speaks.com#listen to me y’all listen J-JUST LISTEN LISTEN TO ME PLEASE#andy’s lil alter ego or original personality or WHOEVER victor is got me all kinds of excited#like idk if im shaking bc im cold or im THAT excited n stimulated#this lil serious demeanor he got is making me curl MY TOESSSSS RAAHNQWM#now i see why this isn’t his normal look because he would have been too powerful#a-and HE IS SO BIGGGG HELLO???😩 so so large…..#i’m cumming#i know sex wit this man would….*inhales deeply*#i know it’ll rearrange my entire pelvic bone and shift the position of my uterus#but i want him to#i literally feel warmth and slick building up in my pussy guys HELP ME#i need to be in a room with him where there are no others…..#the way i would immediately be on my knees the moment he looks at me even for 2 seconds#anyway idk why im like this i think im still ovulating (& lonely)
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Hey cutie patootie!! 💗 can you please do SFW alphabet for Wolverine???🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
wolverine sfw alphabet
an: this is my first time doing the sfw alphabet so if it’s bad so sorry!!
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
PDA? Not so much but he’ll sneak in kisses every now and then but privately? This man worships the ground you walk on of course he’s gonna make you feel loved
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?
He cares about you and quite protective (unless you’re Scott)
Very caring and always remembers little details about you
I’m imagining the friendship would start when Scott said something about Logan (damn Scott 🤨) and you defended him <3
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Hugh jackman says he’s a big cuddler so it’s canon to me that Logan is too I SAID WHAT I SAID
Obviously he would never admit it to anyone but he LOVES to cuddle
He loves when you lay your head on his chest and he’s stroking your hair… I’m sobbing I need this man so bad
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Plot twist: Logan 2017 ended differently and it actually ended with you, logan and laura being a family and living in a cute little house away from everyone 😍 someone get marvel on the phone I HAVE AN IDEA
You and Logan have a deal, you cook and he cleans because this man cannot cook to save his life
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would the do it?)
oh!😄
he seems like the type to just pack up his things, leave a note and leave lol idk I’m trying to keep this happy
F = Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to marry?)
He would marry you in a second he loves you too much or you could be like one of those couple that stay together for so many years without getting married because they don’t care 🫶🏻
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
LOGAN IS SO GENTLE WITH YOU
I don’t write smut but I read this one fic years ago where he didn’t want to hurt the reader during sex and it had me blushing and kicking my feet 😭
emotionally, he respects your boundaries and listen to what you have to say.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Doesn’t hug anyone but you <3
Old man logan loves them!! (fuck i should’ve done this with old man logan lol maybe in the future)
Currently picturing old man logan coming home from work and you’re like doing the dishes or something and you don’t hear him come in and he hugs you from behind 😭
I = I Love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
again I don’t write smut BUT what if I said that the first time Logan said I love you was either when one of you had a near death experience or your first time having sex
THERE IS NO INBETWEEN
Doesn’t say it right away until y’all fuck or one of you almost dies lol ladies he is the ideal man
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
I’m going to take this opportunity to thank anyone who has ever written jealous logan fics, you are the reason for my happiness and I hope you get everything you e ever wanted <3
This man is protective of you, if he sees some guy in a bar bothering you bitch the claws are coming out
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Logan’s kisses give you much comfort like if you’re stressed because of some stupid shit scott did (🤨) (dw i love scott) he’ll give you kisses <3
He loves kissing your lips obviously but a simple forehead kiss is his go to
old man logan giving you hand kisses!!
And what if I said that logan loves to be kissed on his neck?🤨🤨
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
When Laura comes into your lives, he’s trying to be a good father obviously but before Laura, he ok
Like if we’re talking toddlers then he wouldn’t know how to act around them. Confused 100% when they give him a toy phone
M = Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)
If he wakes up before you then he’ll definitely let you sleep in
He loves a good morning cuddle and kiss.
If neither of you have class to teach in the morning then yes you’ll sleep in but if you do then you’ll wake up earlier than him and do your morning routine
N = Nights (How are nights spent with them?)
movie nights if you aren’t too tired or you’ll just talk about random things in bed and eventually drift off to sleep
You’ve admitted to Logan that his voice helps you fall asleep <3
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things?)
So in the beginning of your relationship, logan didn’t open up right away but as time went on he trusted you more and more so you helped him talk about his past
He doesn’t reveal everything all at once more like when you’re in bed or taking a bath together and you’re laying against him and he starts talking about his life
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
By Scott? So easy
it doesn’t take a lot to anger him, but he’s trying to be a calmer person especially if Laura is there
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers everything. He has a good memory when it comes to you. He knows your likes and dislikes, even if you mentioned it like years ago, favorite foods, movies, songs.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His favorite moment is when you met for the first time. It’s when he also met charles too. He walked into charles’s office and that’s when he saw you, standing next to charles. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you completely changed his mind.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would the like to be protected?)
Like I mentioned before, he’s protective of you. Hates seeing you get hurt during missions. He knows you can handle it, but still he doesn’t like it.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
I see him actually putting in effort like if he decides to one day have a picnic with you in the schools garden, he’ll ask storm to make sure it doesn’t rain and find the prettiest flowers to give you
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He pushes people away. He has a tendency to do that so he isolates himself. You give him so space then try to work things out
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He isn’t too concerned until he starts looking like old man logan. That’s when he thinks you won’t like how wrinkled and grey he looks but you shower him with love and affection because that’s what he deserves <3
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
You and Laura are his whole world. (now I’m imagining rogue joining the fam and meeting Laura and it’s so cute omg)
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)
He kisses you so much that if you change your chapstick flavor he will notice. Like I imagine you changed it from cherry to coconut and he’ll be talking to storm or charles and you pass by and give him a quick kiss and he’s like “hold up☝🏻🤨” and kisses you again just to make sure he wasn’t making it up and tells you “you changed the flavor? But Cherry was my favorite😔😒”
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Scott summers
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
Naps after missions are a must
His sleep schedule is totally messed up lol
#marvel#wolverine x reader#wolverine fluff#logan howlett oneshot#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett#wolverine fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#marvel x reader#x men one shot
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Random things i love established at e1 from c2
- Travis within minutes of Sam playing Nott already says he loves her (which is why i love Fjord x Veth as a duo not necessarily romantic but any interaction from them is complete gold)
- B: “Yasha Yasha” thus Beauyasha is born (bonus Yasha being the worst hypeman ever)
- Y: “Do you want to stare at me all day, or do you want to give me the weapon so you can go watch the show?” Fj: “That’s an interesting choice.” Y: “It’s not really a choice.” Fj: “sure”*pulls out his falchion* Y:*swings falchion around* Fj: ”Don’t hurt yourself”/ one: fjord trying to vandran charm his way out by barking out the wrong tree kk two: everyone repeating the word falchion with fjords accent kkk
- Y: “Mollymauk. That Jester’s adorable” M: “I know. Highly entertained” Y: “i like her”/ pretty much everyone in the nein(or that has met jester) has a little crush on her (also polynein is the most possible party polycule, everyone has had a crush on everyone pretty much and is canonically polyamorous)
- Beau calling Jester superstitious for having her cards read by Molly (boy those lore drops sure add up since day 1 one huh) Also Beau saying she doesn’t like the jail
-Yasha literally going away for the first time right after the first battle
- C: *laughs awkwardly*”good luck at the academy, that’s rough i hear” Understatement of the century, also Fjord being all excited Caleb knew about it and had magic *vibrates in widofjord excitement*
- M: “… i can read fortunes-“ J: “I was gonna ask if you can read fortunes! Can you do one now?” M: “I knew you were going to ask that.” J: “oh my gosh, You’re So Smart. Look at this guy, He Knows Everything!” / (J: “Think of Molly, He was So Smart!” “MOLLY KNEW THINGS! MOLLY KNEW THINGS!”) / J: “Do you know my name?” M: “What is your name?” J: “Jester.” M: “I know your name now!” / Truly one of the best character intros of all time, his and Jester intros, tbh why I’ve rewatched the first episode so many times even without rewatching the whole thing, all of the nein have perfect intros, it’s just a banger from the start
- B: “Oh yeah. Sorry for being a pessimistic asshole, by the way, when we first came into town.- I’m not used to things turning out good” / B: *to Fjord* “We’re supposed to at least say that, right? And then still accept it, right?” B: *still to Fjord* “… It’s rude not to accept a gift, right?”*to the man giving them the money*”It’s rude not to accept a gift, right?” / AKA Beau is autistic y’all are sleeping on it, she’s also just an asshole, most of her and Fjord’s relationship is him teaching her social cues, please y’all im begging with nein again going on, listen to my informed opinion as an autistic “asshole” lesbian, the amount of unintentional times I’ve been “rude” or “an asshole” to then lead me to intentionally be “rude” or “brash” cause at least it’s “not a surprise” is insane
#nein again#c2e001#c2e1#cr2e1#cr2e001#widofjord#yes im tagging in widofjord cause it’s one of my reasons to rewatch it#caleb widogast#fjord stone#nott the brave#veth brenatto#nein again spoilers#idk if what’s on here is that many spoilers but just in case#yasha nydoorin#jester lavorre#mollymauk tealeaf#beauregard lionett#autistic beauregard lionett
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Pitch Manor Madness (aka WIP Wednesday)
Hi! How are you? It's been a minute, hasn't it. I want to enthusiastically thank @blackberrysummerblog, @leithillustration, @rimeswithpurple, @that-disabled-princess, @youarenevertooold, @fiend-for-culture, @whatevertheweather, @j-trow-95, @roomwithanopenfire, and everyone who has remembered I exist and continues to tag me on these wipsday things. I don't always get to read, and sometimes i read but can't comment, but I love having them there for when I need a fandom boost!
I have been working on several things lately, pretty much daily, so Snowbaz is never really that far from my mind, even if I'm not super active on Tumblr with it all. Today I'm highlighting my ongoing love affair project with Pitch Manor. Yup. It's never over, y’all.
More under the cut!
I've been doing a lot of research on English manor houses, going in a slightly different direction than the last research binge. And I think it's paying off! I had a lot already figured out from the last time I worked on this (was it June?). I'm getting to refine and tweak that vision now.
Behold my scribbles:

Yup. I'm really going full tilt on this. To those who have already been through this before (hi @cutestkilla) fret not. I'm not throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Pool water. Whatever. I'm building on the previous work. XD
And HEY! If you have ideas for Pitch Manor, please share them with me! I can't guarantee everyone's ideas will make it into my final floor plan, but I love hearing how other people see this place. And I DO hope that my floor plan will give other people a reference point in the future, should they want one. So I'm invested in making this work for the fandom at large!
(For anyone curious, this was all spawned by a fic I started in 2023 ("The Haunting of Simon Snow") which is currently languishing in unfinished-fic purgatory. Mostly because of my vision problems, but also because I couldn't write chapter 2 without figuring out the floor plan of part of the house. Then it just sort of... well, let's call it "blossomed." I am absolutely still hoping to return to that fic when I have this figured out.
To that purpose, I actually listened to the rough draft I wrote in 2023 this past week. I like the beginning and the end, but the middle needs some serious work.)
And thus concludes my ramble! Big hello's to the afore-mentioned peoples, and also @mooncello, @monbons, @best--dress, @artsyunderstudy, @the-beard-of-edward-teach,
@bookishbroadwayandblind, @prettygoododds, @noblecorgi, @thewholelemon, @drowninginships,
@theimpossibledemon, @aristocratic-otter, @ic3-que3n, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @raenestee,
@hushed-chorus, @skeedelvee, @bubble-gumhead, @bazzybelle, @facewithoutheart,
@alexalexinii, @bookish-bogwitch, @emeryhall, @valeffelees and anyone else who wants to say hi/post/exist in the same sphere as me, IDK <3
#look I love this house okay#it's the best reason to research architecture and interior design#of multiple eras#because I have THOTS#I have PLANS#and I have a lot actually figured out so I am chomping at the bit to get stuff drafted#(but have to finish something else first)#BTW if you want to hear me ramble about Pitch Manor#or possibly do some rambling of your own#hit me up#pitch manor#wip wednesday#snowbaz
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Calling Humanity Pretty
H-h-hey.. *tucks hair behind ear*\s ANYWAY. So erm i’m back?! Thank you for all the love on my previous posts!! Y’all are so sweet >w< anyways!! Most of these might be a bit ooc which i am terribly sorry for. But for now, (i might add) the humanity will go from Lü bu to Tesla! I hope you enjoy!
🐴 Lü Bu
Pretty? Nah this man is GORGEOUS.
He’d look at you like hella confused
You called him pretty? that’s odd.. because you’re the pretty one!
Corniest man alive/j
“Pretty?” He glanced down at you with a confused look. You nodded with a weak smile, not knowing if he liked being called pretty or not. Silence killed the air around the two of you before it was broken with loud laughter. He belly-laughed as his teeth bared in a smile.
“Aha-Ahah! Me? Pretty? No.. no.. You’re the pretty one here”
🍎 Adam
Goes in one ear and out the other.
Real sweet about it though?
“Pretty.. hm..” He tapped a finger to his chin as he gandered at the bright fruits on the tree. “Like this pear? This is a pretty pear..”
Adam reached up, plucking the fruit from the branch. “Are you telling me that i look like this peach?”
⚔️ Sasaki Kojiro
He looks at you with that silly little goofy smile that he always has.
Bro probably blushes and looks away LMAO
he’s like “Oh stop it 🤭”
“Hm? What did you say?” He looked at you with his brows furrowed slightly. “I’m.. pretty?”
His smile grew, showing his bright teeth. He chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aw shucks.. now i just don’t compare to you’re beauty.”
🔪 Jack the Ripper
He don’t know how to respond
he’s a bit uhm scared/j
Just tell him you mean well 🫡
“You’re so pretty, Jack..”
Jacks uncovered eye widened a bit as he stopped sipping his tea. You had been staring at him for a while now as he read some Shakespeare books you had picked up for him. He shifted in his seat slightly, a small blush forming on his cheeks.
“T..Thank you, my lady..”
🏆 Raiden Tameemon
Listen. He is just like Lü Bu.
LAUGHS
Raidens laughter filled the room. You two were laying in the bed with your head on his chest. You were slightly confused, but it was Raiden. You were always confused.
“Ah- Really? You think i’m pretty? Awhh!! C’mere!!”
He pulled you into a tight hug, smothering you.
🍬 Buddha
Slightly confused but finds it cute
(lowkey loves it)
He leaned against your hands as you braided his hair.
“You’re so pretty, Buddha..”
He chuckled, leaning his head back to look up at you. His signature smirk was there, of course with the lollipop sticking out.
“Not as pretty as you, sugar”
👑 Qin Shi Huang
This silly little man isn’t phased by it at all
“You think i’m pretty, my empress/emperor?”
He grabbed your hand gently, bringing it to his lips and leaving a faint kiss to your fingers.
“Not as pretty as you, and i’m proud to call you mine”
⚡️ Nikola Tesla
He is so swamped with work he just takes it as a normal compliment
Bro he is so touch starved please give him love
“You’re so pretty, Tesla..” You hung your arms around his shoulders as he worked. You placed a gentle kiss to his temple, he smiled as he jotted something down.
“Thank you, my love..”
GYAAA >:3 I hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing :3 HONESTLY. I MIGHT MAKE SOME ART TO GO WITH THIS!!
#record of ragnarok x reader#record of ragnarok#record of ragnarok art#ror x reader#jack the ripper record of ragnarok#kojiro sasaki#record of ragnorak#sasaki kojiro record of ragnarok#buddha record of ragnarok#jack the ripper#adam record of ragnarok#nikola tesla#nikola tesla record of ragnarok#qin shi huang#qin shi huang record of ragnarok#lü bu record of ragnarok#Malleus is silly
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DRIVE ME CRAZY !
how your faves act after an argument
→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + joking of death
→ A/N: literally had sooooooooo much fun writing this cause I genuinely can see these characters like each category 😭. especially the jjk mfs
dramatic ass mfs — they are literally screaming and crying, BEGGING for you to forgive them. they didn’t mean to yell at you bae, please take them back. no but for real, please take them back, even their friends are hoping every single day that y’all make up and won’t have to hear anymore crying. they’re constantly replaying y’all arguments in their head and wishing they didn’t say what they said or did what they did. they love you so much and hate seeing you get mad at them, even over the smallest thing. you’re their heart’s lifeline and will feel like they’re goners without you by their side. they’re the embodiment of shitting, crying, sliding down the wall in slow motion, throwing up, when y/n is mad at them. please shut them up and forgive them
GOJO, deku, kaminari, atsumu, OIKAWA, yuji, kise, jean, 1610!miles, luffy, SANJI, bachira, connie, sasha, nobara, bokuto, reo, kagami
alright mr/ms. idgaf ! — these “nonchalant” ass mfs act like they don’t give a damn that y’all fought, it’s whatever. no it’s not. these mfs are literally hurting in the chest, they just know how to cover it up well that’s all it is. well, at first they will play it off as if they genuinely don’t care and continue on with their day, playing a game of “who falls first” and believing they’ll win. but as the day goes on, they feel a growing pit of pain and regret. they feel like something is missing and start to spiral when they realize they miss you too much. they can’t keep living like this and call you quickly but cover the much earlier mood by acting nonchalant. they’re pretending that they ain’t care that much, don’t believe them babes !
BAKUGO, ymir, yelena, TOJI, megumi, nanami, choso, 42!miles, geto, zoro, AOMINE, murasakibara, midorima, kuroo, osamu, rin, SAE, barou, eren, levi, maki, dabi, hawks, porco, suna, chigiri, oliver
auntie music is playing — I genuinely don’t know which is worse, them or the dramatic mfs. they start out as dramatic, begging for forgiveness but seeing that you won’t, they continue their day with dreary and sadness. they think of how they shouldn’t have done what they did and concoct a plan to figure out how to win you back, through music. I mean, a way through a person’s heart is through music, prove me wrong? exactly. they’ve stalked your music profile and gathered what you listen to on a regular day, creating a playlist off it. they think of an idea that is brilliant, so brilliant that they’re standing outside your window at two a.m. with a boombox (yes they still make those) in their hand, and “be without you” by mary j blige is playing. they’re screaming screeching the lyrics at the top of their lungs until you text them to stop and come inside. the music stops and they walk inside with quickness and ridiculously stupid smile on their face <3
CONNIE, isagi (bachira’s idea), shidou, todo, GOJO, yuji, bokuto, hinata (haikyuu), nagi, HOBIE, tanaka
i apologize a trillion times — they are in the same category as dramatic but more subtle??? I mean they’re not snot-nosed crying on instagram or posting pictures of you two with some corny music playing in the background with the captions “guys tell y/n to take me back” “I miss my bae” “I’d rather d*e than let y/n leave me”. but depending on the person, they would find any way, shape, or form to apologize. I mean anyway, through a message from an airplane, sending you ten text messages, yes ten, of long paragraphs saying that they’re sorry and they love you so much. they’ll even apologize to you through email, with the subject saying “BABY I MISS YOU”. in conclusion, they’re just “dramatic ass mfs” in a different font
kirishima, aizawa, ARMIN, choso, REINER, mikasa, onyankonpon, kunigami, akashi (knb), kuroo, iwaizumi, akashi (haikyuu), kuroko, YUTA, inumaki, miguel, gwen, shoto, usopp, ace, aran, eren, OLIVER
⭑ literally felt like gojo, connie, and eren could fit all 4 categories ngl 💀
⭑ okay but the amount of fun I had making this-
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Ghost Of You | J. Miller (Chapter 3)
Series Summary / Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.
Pairing / Joel Miller x Widow F!Reader
Word Count / 3.7K
Warnings / Descriptions of grief and depression, alcohol consumption but nothing else I can think of.
Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist
The next morning, Joel is hammering on Tommy’s front door as early as is acceptable. It takes him a few minutes to answer the door, frustration written on his face that Joel had interrupted his morning coffee with his wife.
“You wanna come in?” He asked, “We’ve got enough for an extra mug.”
Joel accepts, sitting down at the table with Maria whilst Tommy fixes his coffee, “So, to what do we owe the pleasure, brother?” Tommy finally asks when he’s sat back down at the table.
“What are y’all doin’ tonight?”
Tommy glances at Maria like any husband does when he’s not sure whether she’s made plans for them or not, she shakes her head, “Nothin’,” Tommy then answers, “Why?”
Joel takes a deep breath, “I asked sweet pea for a drink tonight and now I’m thinkin’ it would probably be better if there were people there she actually knew, y’know, so it doesn’t feel like a date?”
Tommy has a look of confusion on his face, “Who the hell is sweet pea?” He asks.
Maria obviously kicks his leg under the table. Joel watches as she gives him a look and then a flash of recognition is appearing on his face, “She got a nickname already, that’s fast, even for you.”
“Tommy please,” Joel begs, “I’m asking you a favour.”
“And is it?” He asked, “Y’know, a date?” Maria swats a hand on his bicep, “What?!” He exclaims, “I’m just makin’ sure I got all the facts.”
“Of course it’s not a date,” Joel grumbles, “I told you, I just don’t think it’s right she doesn’t feel like she can’t go anywhere, has to spend all her time cooped up in that house.”
“Well, I for one think it’s a great idea,” Maria adds, “Although how you’ve managed to get her to agree to it in less than a week when we’ve been trying for months I won’t ever understand.” She’s smiling though, which Joel takes as a good thing.
“I’m pickin’ her up at six so just meet us at the bar, alright?” He’s standing to leave now.
“Will do,” Maria stands and gives him a quick hug, “And thank you Joel, really, for whatever you’re doing for her.”
*
It’s late afternoon, Joel is sitting at the table in the kitchen, warm cup of coffee in his hands, pouring over some maps Tommy had given him of the patrol routes so he could prepare himself to go out instead of doing wall patrol. Ellie comes bounding in through the front door, dropping her backpack on the floor.
“Have fun?” He asks, she’s been with Dina since early this morning and he’s happy that she���s finally starting to make friends.
She nods, walking through to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water from the tap, “Listen, I’m heading out tonight, with your Uncle Tommy and Maria, you gonna be alright by yourself?”
“Where are you going?”
“Just for a drink or two at the bar.” He replies, meeting her eyes, “What’s that look for?”
“Can I come?”
He was about to protest, tell her that no, she couldn’t come. He never would have taken Sarah to the bar with Tommy before all this, but then that’s usually because he would spend his nights nursing a single drink whilst Tommy tried to pick someone up, before driving him and his lady back to Tommy’s place. This was different, just a family having a good time. And if he brought Ellie, surely that was more proof to you that he didn’t think of this as a date. You wouldn’t take your kid on a first date, would you?
He shrugs his shoulder, “Sure, but no alcohol, you hear me?”
She makes a cross over her heart, “Cross my heart.”
He chuckles, “Well, go and have a shower and get ready, we’re heading out at six.”
A few streets over, you’re sat on your bed with your head in your hands trying not to cry. You have no idea why, but for the first time since the outbreak happened, you’re worried about what to wear. You remembered these dilemma’s from before. Sitting with your roommates before a night out discussing which of you was wearing a dress, who was going for a skirt and which of you was wearing jeans. It never really seemed to matter beyond the fact that none of you wanted to look like carbon copies of each other, but for some reason, this matters.
You can’t place your finger on why though. You hadn’t ever cared what you wore around Mark. You weren’t trying to impress Joel – it was, after all, just a drink between friends. You’d circled the same three outfits from your wardrobe since Mark’s death – an old pair of jeans, or shorts when it got warm, and one of three plain t-shirts, two black, one white. The odd tank top for days in the garden or your thick jacket for the winter.
It was warm outside, so you’d initially pulled one of two dresses you owned out of the wardrobe. Maria had traded it with you when you first arrived – it fell just above your knee and was a pale yellow colour. Short sleeves and a low neckline. It would have been perfect. If it wasn’t for the fact that you knew people would talk. Not only were you walking into the bar for the first time since your husband died, but you’d be doing it with Joel Miller in a silly little sundress. No, you wanted to make yourself as invisible as possible, to make this as easy as possible.
Finally settling on a pair of shorts and the cleaner of the black t-shirts, you bend into your wardrobe for your boots, you’re fumbling around in the dim light but finally feel what you’re looking for but pulling them out you realise these are not the boots you wanted.
They’re a pair of simple, brown cowboy boots. Mark had found them in a house just a few months before you stumbled into Jackson. He’d remembered a conversation you’d had when you were back in the QZ, one of the very first nights you’d slept together. You were splayed over his chest, hands running circles with your fingertips, talking about what you’d buy if you could go back to outbreak day and waste your money, knowing what was coming.
He'd been practical, something about a bow and arrow to be able to get rid of infected without drawing the attention of others with the sounds of gunshots. You’d said a pair of cowboy boots. You’d always wanted some, and if this was going to be the last thing you could ever buy, it would be those.
He’d got his signature grin on his face as he pulled them from behind his back and you swear if you were remembering right that you cried. He’d managed to fit them in your backpack with the promise that one day you’d be able to wear them to a barn dance or something, when you were safe and found a community. He hadn’t been wrong. The first fall in Jackson there had been a barn dance and you’d put them on and danced until you got blisters.
They were dusty now, having been pushed to the back of the wardrobe and forgotten about in grief, but looking at them now there was a spattering of joy through your blood. You loved them. You would wear them. You sat on the edge of your bed, slipping your feet into them. They fit like a glove, almost like you’d gone straight to Nashville and had them made for you. You looked up to the ceiling, trying to imagine the sky above it and whispered a thank-you to Mark. You weren’t particularly religious, but it was a comfort to think he was out there somewhere.
As you sat and waited for the clock to tick down to six, you realized that if he was out there somewhere, watching you, that he would be horrified at what you’d become. He’d hate that you were miserable, unable to do even the most basic tasks at the beginning of your grief. He’d want you to go out and make new friends, to enjoy the life you had left, no matter how hard it might be.
*
“Joel, the bar is this way, where are you going?”
“We have to go get someone first.” He replies to Ellie, walking in the opposite direction.
She starts following, “Tommy and Maria?” She asks, when she’s finally caught up to him.
“No, they’re meeting us there.”
“Ohhhh,” She drags out, “Pie lady.”
“Ellie, she has a name!” Joel exclaims.
“I know, but that pie was fucking great,” She beams, “So, you’re bringing your entire family on your date?”
“It’s not a date,” Joel grumbles, “Listen, she’s been goin’ through some stuff, so I’m just try’na be nice to her, make things a bit easier.”
“Sure you are,” Ellie smirks, “You fix anyone else’s steps so far, old man?”
“Ellie…” He almost moans at her, he’d not missed this side of things, Sarah was always poking fun at him when he’d been on a few failed dates back in the day, “Just be nice to her okay?”
“I’m always nice,” She counters, “I heard Maria and Tommy talking about her a few days ago, you don’t have to worry about me.”
Joel took a moment at the bottom of your steps before he walks up and knocks a few times on your door. You’d been on the other side for a few minutes, pacing lightly trying to keep yourself calm. You waited long enough to make it seem like you hadn’t been right behind it waiting for him to knock before you opened the door.
Joel had to take a moment when you opened the door. Your hair looked freshly washed, flowing down your back and around your cheeks. You had a pink tinge to your cheeks as if you’d been rushing around to get ready and he couldn’t help letting his eyes wander to your shorts and down your legs, before shooting his eyes back to your face.
“Ready?” He asks, clearing his throat.
“As I’ll ever be,” You reply, stepping out and closing your door behind you, when you turn back around you notice that there’s a girl stood just behind him, “You must be Ellie, right?”
“The one and only,” She grins, giving you a little wave, “Nice boots.”
“Thanks,” You give her a genuine smile, “It’s lovely to meet you finally.”
Joel is shifting to walk down the steps of the porch, so you follow him, trying to choke down the nerves in your belly. Ellie is making light conversation, telling you about the riding lesson she’d had yesterday whilst Joel was building your chairs. She seems genuinely excited about it, mentioning she’d ridden horses before with Joel before they arrived but wanted to learn properly. There was something about her excitement that put you at ease. Joel was quiet but kept looking over and smiling as she spoke.
Before you knew it, you were outside The Tipsy Bison. You could hear the chatter behind the closed doors and panic was rising. You came to a stop, Ellie walking in front of you. Joel motioned for her to go inside but kept his place by your side. You could feel his hand come to your lower back, but all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears.
“Hey, you alright?” His voice was so low and deep, breaking through the rising panic.
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and tipping your head back, “I didn’t think it would be this hard.” You whimpered.
“It’s alright, sweet pea, I’m right here,” His hand presses further into your back, “It’s a big step, but think how good it’ll feel once you do it.”
You take a few more deep breaths, wringing your hands like you always do when you panic, before you turn your head to look at him, he’s taller than you and he’s looking down at you with those calm, brown eyes. He’s not pushing you, just waiting for you to be ready.
“Okay,” You nod, “I guess we just need to rip the plaster off.”
You take a step forward and Joel follows you, keeping his hand on your lower back. He pushes open the door and you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but no-one really stops their conversation. No-one even looks up at you. It calms you. Joel waves at a table and you can see Ellie sat at it with Tommy and Maria. Even more calm flows over you, all your friends are here. Everyone who would fight your corner for you are here.
“Why don’t you go and sit down, let me get you a drink?” Joel asks, you nod, “What do you want?”
“I haven’t been here in ages, but Shane used to make blackberry wine,” You speak, “If that’s not there then whatever you have is fine.”
You drop your head to look at the floor, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, as you head to the table. Maria greets you with a hug, and Tommy is stood squeezing your arm as you wrap it around her neck, “So proud of you, doll.” She whispers into your hair, and you can feel tears prick at your eyes. You’re damn proud of yourself too.
You take the seat that’s empty between Ellie and Maria, which puts your back to the rest of the room. It makes you feel safer, not being able to make eye contact with people. There’s quiet around the table until Joel places a glass of dark red liquid in front of you, you look up at him and smile, saying a quiet thank you before he takes the other empty seat across the table from you.
“Looks like it’s time for a toast,” Tommy beams, lifting his glass of whiskey, the rest of the table follow him, “To friends.”
You smile and you all clink your glasses together. You take a sip of your wine, trying to push away the memory of the last time you’d drunk it, just after Mark’s funeral. Maria had brought you a bottle to your house, trying to give you something to ease the pain. You’d drunk the entire bottle that evening, wiping away so many tears you didn’t know where they were coming from anymore. The hangover the next morning had been horrific, so you’d sworn then that it wasn’t the answer. This was your first drink since then.
It was warming through your stomach, sweet and sticky, almost like medicine, but you have to pace yourself. You really want to drink the whole thing in one go and go back for another, but you put the glass down and instead try and zone into the conversation around the table.
Ellie leans closer to you, “That pie was fucking awesome,” She grins, “I’ve never had anything quite like it, will you teach me how to make it?”
You look to her and smile, you really like this girl, “Of course, you’ll have to wait for me to get my next round of rations, but it’s super easy.”
“Do you always make it with strawberries?”
You shake your head, “You can make pie with pretty much any fruit, my favourite before all this used to be apple pie, my mum used to make it with loads of cinnamon, and we’d have it warm with ice cream.”
“Looks like she’s made a miraculous recovery, all of a sudden.”
Dread sinks into your stomach when you catch the voice walking behind you, this is what you’d dreaded. The opportunity to laugh and forget for a few hours and people were judging you. You were waiting for the usual comment that you’d heard before, “If she can sit here and laugh, why can’t she start contributing again.” There wasn’t time for anyone to add anything else though, because Ellie was whipping around in her seat.
“What did you just say?” She snaps, and you close your eyes, you don’t want her to get into an argument for you.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise we were being listened to.” You knew that voice, Vanessa. Her husband had been killed on patrol probably a year before Mark died. You envied her when you went through losing Mark, how she’d managed to bounce back after a few weeks, and you were sure that she envied the way you’d been given a pass to just float through until you were ready to become a real member of the community again.
“Yes, you did,” Ellie retorts, standing from her chair, “It was loud enough for everyone to hear.”
“Ellie, sit down.” You hear Joel ask, you look at him briefly, hoping your eyes could express how sorry you were for this.
“No, this is bullshit,” Ellie continues, “It’s not fair for them to say that about you,” She looks to you this time, “You have as much right to be here as anyone.”
“Ellie, that’s enough, mind your language.” Joel is standing now, as are Tommy and Maria, but you remain seating with your back to the room, trying not to let the hot tears of frustration fall from your eyes.
“How about you just head back to your table, Vanessa?” You can hear Tommy say to try and diffuse the situation, it’s muffled in your ears, the blood rushing around them again. You’re trying to listen to your heartbeat to stop the rising panic in your chest.
You assume that Tommy’s involvement means Vanessa does as she’s told because Ellie is sat next to you again, and you can feel Maria’s hand on your shoulder, “Are you alright, honey?” She asks, kneeling to grab your attention.
You shake your head, and as always, someone’s kindness towards you is what tips you over the edge, you let a single tear drop down your cheek, furiously wiping it away, “I think maybe I’ll just go home.”
Maria knows better than to push you in these situations, she squeezes your knee slightly and nods in understanding.
“Let me walk you.”
You look up to Joel for the first time, his jaw is clenched and his eyes, which are looking straight into your own, are full of guilt. This was his idea and it put you in this situation, “Okay.” You nod, standing up, leaving your half-finished glass of wine on the table. You don’t wait for him; you make a beeline for the exit and down the steps.
He catches up to you a little way down the street, no doubt making sure that Ellie would be alright with Tommy and Maria whilst he drops you off. He doesn’t speak and doesn’t try to place that comforting hand on your back either, just walks next to you in silence.
“I’m sorry.” Is all he says when you arrive at your front door.
“It’s okay Joel, it wasn’t your fault.” You reassure, leaning on the front door.
“It was my idea though, I’m sorry she said that to you.”
You shrug, “I didn’t have to agree to go with you, neither you nor I can control what other people say.”
“It’s still not fair that people think it’s okay to talk about you like though.”
You shrug, “It’s my own fault really,” You always did this, brough it back yourself and your strength, or the lack of it, “They’re not wrong, I haven’t contributed to the community in over a year, I spend all of my time trying to avoid having to go back to normal because it’s easy, it’s easy to sit and do what I’ve always done, day in and day out.”
He steps forward and takes your hands in his and for a moment you’re slightly overwhelmed by how they dwarf your own. Calloused and hard against the soft of your own skin, “Please don’t do that,” He implores, looking into your eyes, “Don’t minimize your pain, don’t say it’s easy, because it’s not,” He sighs, “People should understand that we all heal differently when we lose someone, I don’t know what her problem was, but please don’t stand in front of me and pretend she was right,” You’re almost overwhelmed by his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the tops of your hands, so much so that another tear falls from your eye, “You never have to pretend with me.”
His next move is unexpected. He lets go of one of your hands and uses his palm to cup your cheek. He brushes away the trail of tears that had fallen a moment ago, and you feel his thumb catch the one that falls when you close your eye and briefly let yourself be taken away by his touch. No-one had touched you like this since Mark and for a moment you enjoyed it. Almost like he could sense the quickening of your breathing as panic rose through you again, he drops his hand, letting your other hand go before he pulls you into a hug.
Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his waist and breathe in the scent of his jacket. There’s a hint of the washing powder from the laundry room, there’s a hint of tobacco which you think might be from the standard issue body soap that is issued to the men in Jackson, homemade in Brenda’s kitchen, and then something that is distinctly Joel. Before you can get too wrapped up in it, he’s whispering a “Sorry.” Into your hair and pulling back. You wonder what he’s actually sorry for – what happened before? Or the way he’d touched you. You don’t ask because you’re not ready for the answer.
He pulls away and finally steps away from you, “You’re hell of a man Joel Miller,” You whisper softly, “Thank you.” Thank you for being you. You want to say. Thank you for pushing me, even though I don’t think you realise you are right now. You want to add. But you leave it where you left it.
“You’re hell of a woman too, sweet pea.”
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hello lovelies!! thank you all so much for all the work that you do!! y’all really are lifesavers.
i was wondering if you had any recommendations for fics that emulate the style of the original book/have a Pratchett-y vibe (footnotes, humour, structure, etc.)? i’d be especially interested in ones that are in this style but exist in the show’s canon rather than the book’s, but I wouldn’t mind either way!
We have a #footnotes tag, please check that out. Here are more fics with footnotes...
A Lot of Space Between Your Ears by nerdsandthelike (G)
“And you expect us to just waltz into Heaven, rob the archives, and walk back out?” “Yes.” “No.” Nearly a year after they successfully stopped the world from ending, Heaven obtains evidence that would result in Aziraphale being recalled from Earth. Crowley and Aziraphale decide to steal it back.
DIY How to build your own Garden of Eden by ximeria (T)
Post-not-end-of-days Crowley feels a change is needed, but he can't do it alone. Not to mention, he's not entirely sure what it is, this nebulous thing that he wants. He just knows it involves Aziraphale.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by divisionten (T)
“Well, Pulsifer, I can say with confidence I know exactly what’s wrong with your car.” “Oh? What’s wrong?” Newt peered down, looking at the undercarriage, as most people do who want to help but have absolutely no skill in basic car repair. “It’s shit.” (An anthology collection of the times Anthony J. Crowley, retired demon and occasional slumber party guest, and Aziraphale, forcefully instated Guardian Angel of the downtrodden, get summoned to deal with humanity.)
Yes and Please and Thank You by WyvernQuill (T)
"Go to alpha centauri, for all I care! Go now, this very instant, and never return, do you hear me, Crowley? Never!" Due to Crowley's firm conviction that "he need never know", Aziraphale has, for all the time they've known each other, been blissfully unaware of the obedience curse Crowley's been looping holes around since 4004 BC. You can't really blame him, is the point. Aziraphale had no idea what his unthinking words might do, and is already planning to apologise profusely at dinner... ...which might get a little tricky, seeing as Crowley has just been sighted in the vicinity of Pluto, and has concrete orders to never show his face on earth. Ever. Again.
Demon in Heaven, Angel in Hell by Hexqueen517 (T)
When the world ends, Aziraphale will be called back to Heaven and Crowley will be banished back to Hell, separated for eternity - unless they’re willing to listen to Beelzebub and Gabriel’s plan. Which is Beelzebub’s plan, of course, but they need Gabriel to act as a shield against plant misters filled with holy water. But not everyone in Heaven and Hell is on board with Beelzebub and Gabriel’s leadership. When everyone at the top of the Ineffable Bureaucracy has their own ambitions, the chances of averting apocalypse yet again may seem random. You never know who will come out on top when the dice begin to roll …
i have spent all my years in believing you by braveatironheart (M)
This is the story of how Aziraphale and Crowley inadvertently end the war between Heaven and Hell. The story of how they – indirectly, at least – avert the Apocalypse is in there, too, but I suspect you already know that one. If pressed and in an uncharacteristically honest mood, Crowley would have to admit he’d fallen for Aziraphale in the Garden of Eden. Things were not so straightforward for Aziraphale, who spent six millennia trying to ignore his growing fondness for the demon. He supposed the first time he’d felt drawn to Crowley would have been in Rome, eight years after the death of Christ. And what had he done? Invited him to lunch. It was no wonder, really, that he kissed him two thousand years later. How else was one to respond when one’s hereditary enemy saved one’s life and one’s books? 5945 years after they meet, Crowley and Aziraphale confess their love for one another. They certainly aren’t going to let anything get in the way, no matter what Heaven and Hell throw at them. aka Good Omens, except the only plot is Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship. Complete with original, lockdown-era plot.
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night time sneaking out part 1.
pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader
content: fluff
summary: the marauders, or mostly Sirius, had the glorious idea to sneak out. Sirius heard rumours of a secrete passage in the castle leading to a viewpoint, which he wants to explore. Who would have expected it wouldn’t go according to plan? Oh right y/n did. Did she join anyways, because of Remus? Obviously. Y’all know this is a Remus story ;)
“Psssst, Dorcas shut up! I’m trying to hear if the anyone’s still in the common room” Lilly whispered in quite a passive aggressive manner. Dorcas just shot back an “I’m not the one talking right now!”
As I grew annoyed with their bickering, I silenced them with a long “psssst”, after which we could listen to the situation outside. Everything seemed quite silent to us, except for some hooting owls in the distance. Lilly went outside first, with Dorcas, Marlene and I coming after her.
As we’ve hurtled down the stairs, I could already see the boys from afar. Remus is in his usual brown knitted sweater. His hair was quite messy compared to his usual appearance, but I suppose it was quite late and he didn’t really bother with it anymore. It was like seeing a more intimate Remus, a side I didn’t know but wanted to explore. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for Remus. When the boys asked me and he looked at me I just agreed without a second thought. Of course it’s a stupid idea. We might get in so much trouble, but I couldn’t let that chance pass.
He stood next to Peter, readjusting his sweater, and I couldn’t help but stare. Remus must have felt my eyes on him. In a swift turn his eyes darted towards me, and I felt myself growing red. I returned his bright smile with a fainter one, trying to hide my embarrassment. Oh Godric, please don’t think I’m weird Remus.
I’ve reached the end of the steps and Sirius switched on his natural charm. “Ladies” Sirius sing sang in an excited demeanour. “I will show you something unseen, even unheard of. You won’t believe your eyes, if you see the viewpoint I am about to show you”. It felt like Sirius was about to go on forever, but James put a stop to it and interrupted him. “Mate, let’s cut it short” James eyes were focused on Lilly so much, you could think she was like a golden snitch in a quidditch match. You’re in for a great time.”, with a wink to Lilly that was rather obvious to everyone around.
It was James usual demeanour of trying to pursue Lilly. As her friend, I know she’s falling for it, though I would never tell James. That’s on her.
Still, sometimes I wonder if anyone would pursue me like that. Well, no I’m just lying to myself again. I wonder if Remus would. I want that Remus would. I was so lost in thought. I was just walking along, not knowing what to expect from this night. I’ve got a feeling it won’t be boring.
“Ouch!” Remus blurted out as you see the ground moving closer to your face. Merely moments before I hit the ground I felt hands wrapping themselves around my waits, and as I opened my eyes again I was hovering over the floor.
Someone pulled me up, and as I looked at my saviour my face began to burn bright red.“Y/n, are you alright?” Remus asked with Puppy eyes. I love his kind and caring nature, but for some reason I couldn’t shake off this feeling of underlying nervousness. What is it? Why can’t I shake off this feeling ? Doesn’t matter right now. Y/n speak! Say something! I’m so dumbstruck
“I…uhm…I’m fine” I’ve stuttered. “Thank you for catching me. Sorry for stepping on your foot” I felt the redness fading away mostly.
“If you’re gonna be this clumsy all night I’m in for a ride” the fluffy hair boy chuckled. “Don’t worry though, you didn’t hurt me”
I am a bit relieved. Of course I only join this stupid trip for Remus, and the first freaking thing I do is step on his foot and nearly knock myself out. He’s right. If I am this clumsy all night I’m really in for something. I need to pull myself together.
“Alright, again I am so sorry. I..I was just lost in thought”, but before I could continue he interrupted. “Hey, it’s really fine. Come along. We don’t wanna loose the others”
I swear his smile can melt all the ice of the earth. I just followed him and got back to the others, but all I could focus on was Remus. I am just a lost cause I suppose. For now though, I can just enjoy the night. We’ll see what happens
Let me know if y’all want a part two <3
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#remus lupin fluff#remus lupin x you#remus x you#remus lupin x reader#remus x reader#remus lupin oneshot#remus lupin drabble#young remus lupin#the marauders era#the marauders
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lesbian sargebonhe drabble for me and my three fans
girls under the cut (it’s about 900 words)
i wrote this just about all day after seeing a tt at about 3 am also thank you to my bestie kay for being an enabler(/j)
including: drunk logan, phone sex, sex toys
Logan drops her purse on the ground after getting home from the club. She’ll pick it up tomorrow. She turns quickly to lock the deadbolt, head still a little dizzy. Her tall boots fall into the shoe rack easily, along with her keys on accident.
“Oof,” Logan whispers to herself. Usually, she loves drinking with Jack, Oscar and Liam but… They were all super horny for their partners tonight and alcohol only made their tongues that much looser. Logan shimmies her miniskirt down her legs and throws her mesh shirt over her head and jumps into bed.
Sadly, both of her girlfriends are out of town. Dalton had to have his wedding the same time as Alex’s grandmother’s birthday meaning she had to pick. And she would have loved to have Alex and Lily on her arms but a grandmother only turns 100 once.
Not wanting to upstage Dalton by having two hot girlfriends is also there.
Speaking of… Logan is feeling that usual heat in her stomach. Alcohol does make her horny, it’s one of Lily’s favorite things to tease her for.
Laying on their bed in a bralette and panties and waiting to be fucked is usually one of her favorite hobbies.
Usually…but she’s all alone now.
Logan sighs and throws herself out of bed to grab another beer from the fridge. She absentmindedly rubs her stomach with the door open, eyes flicking through their selection.
A can of margarita ends up in her hand, along with a bottle of water. Alex would be proud of her for being responsible. She cracks open the can, taking a big swig of lime and tequila. Laying back in bed she opens up instagram and nearly instantly regrets it.
So much tan skin on display. Alex, wearing the swim shorts and matching sports bra Logan got her for her birthday. Her long willowy limbs are somehow even more bronzed. Lily is also wearing something Logan bought her which warms her heart.
And between her legs again.
Fuck it.
Logan leans over the side of the bed dizzily. Her nails hook into the box of toys under the bed and she pries the lid open with her last long fingernail. She grabs the first thing she can wrap her hand around and pulls up a small light blue vibe.
Logan gets even hotter thinking about the time Lily held it down on her clit until she squirted everywhere and Alex licked both of them clean.
Fuck it. She slides the vibe into her panties and swipes open the group chat she has with her girlfriends.
***
Lily and Alex are out at the street vendors when the voice memos start coming through.
Usually Logan will send little voice messages during the day but it’s 2 am in London now.
They’re splitting a mango sticky rice when Alex finally looks down at her phone.
“You wanna listen?” Alex asks, pulling her airpods out of the pocket of her shorts. She looks great, totally in her element. Lily can’t wait to pounce on her when they get back to the hotel. She nods.
“I miss y’all.”
Logan’s voice always takes on this syrupy Southern drawl when she’s drunk. Lily thinks it’s adorable.
“Went out with everybody tonight and of course the conversation in the Uber was about sex. I was squeezin’ my thighs together listenin’ to Liam talk about Yuki eatin’ her ass. God I want that to be me. Eat me when you get home, yeah?”
Lily’s breath hitches. Holy shit.
“I got home, so drunk ‘n so horny. And there was no strap at home. Wish y’all were here so bad. I need Alex to brush away my tears while Lily rails me. And I want y’all to switch. I wanna be so ruined just sink down into the mattress all wet and used.”
Alex gasps a little and Lily squeezes her hand.
“I want you so bad. Please come home soon.” Lily can hear her kicking her legs against the bed. She’s clearly a bit distraught. She’s whining like she usually does when she’s close. “Fuck me. We aren’t getting out of bed for at least six hours when you get back.”
“I really wanna tell her she’s being bossy but it’s really hot hearing her be needy like this,” Alex whispers.
“Don’t tease Lex.” Lily slaps her on the arm.
“She would want me to,” Alex says cheekily. “I’m sure she wants a lot of things right now.”
“Someone needs to sit on my face real soon. I’ll be so good I need it so bad darlin’. Fuck I miss your hands. Fuck.”
“You hear that?” Alex smiles, she always knows something Lily doesn’t. Lily shakes her head. “The faint hum of a vibrator.” Alex whispers in her ear and Lily feels it in her clit. She can hear it; slightly buzzing.
“We need to go back to the hotel now,” Lily says, fisting a hand into Alex’s linen shirt.
By the time they stumble into bed, sweaty and naked, Logan is long asleep. It’s okay, they can still do something for her while they wait for her to wake up.
***
Logan wakes with a throbbing in her head and cum dried on her inner thighs.
She also wakes up to two videos and a text reminding her to take some painkillers.
Logan takes the pills with some water, grabs the vibe again, rolls over and presses play on the first video.
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Im sorry that your sick Moongleam, hope you feel better :(. And how dare that female dog break your neck grrr >:[ she better count her days /j. also, I feel the same with feeling pushy, I sometimes have really cool ideas i wanna share but social anxiety 💔💔💔. it’s taken awhile due to past experiences, but I think im getting over how I used to feel about discord and I think I’ll try a bit harder to talk in the server and stuff.
Happy early b-day Sunray! And im glad to hear that you (probably?) got one of the jobs! (Idk, maybe, I don’t know how that stuff works, I haven’t had a job before 😔). Btw, you just gave me major flashbacks to elementary when everyone called me “a Bee Movie ripoff” because 1, my deadname and 2, I LOVED bees lmao. And if you want, I would gladly listen about cat genetics/ your Warrior Cats au, I love the precious fur babies (and tsams too lol)
Uh, anyways… I really wanted to draw some fanart this weekend but I’ve currently misplaced my stylus and I’ve conditioned myself and my art style to the point where I physically cannot draw digitally without it. Well, the misplaced part is incorrect, I know exactly where it is but I’m spending the weekend at my mom’s house and I don’t feel like driving all the way back to get it.
Oh oh! as I’ve said before in dms, I cut and dyed my hair by myself! I can’t stop talking about it because I can finally look at myself in the mirror without cringing. And a professional hair stylist even said i did a great job so heh. >:]
Also, about the whole drawing dilemma i’m in, I’ve just decided to go back to the beginning and reteach myself how to draw on paper. With Fnaf characters, of course, and im suspiciously good at drawing animals. I’ll either post the drawings later or dm them to y’all, after I get the energy to find them in my huge purple folder. (No joke, there is at least two hundred pieces of paper in there. It’s very heavy.)
I have more stuff i wanna tap about but I feel like this is already too long, so until next week ig 😞 (btw my phone is about to pass away so if there are any errors, pretend there aren’t, I don’t have the time to check 💔)
-Sigma Anon V
I do feel better now, thank you Sugarcube! ^^ Also, don't push yourself please! If you aren't comfortable just yet, then it's more than fine! :] I'm just happy to now you seem to be doing better!
And whenever you feel like it, I'd be rather happy to see those drawings if you're still fine with showing them, but if not, that's more than fine too! ^^
Also, you can yap to us for as long as you like dearie! We're happy to listen! No matter how long it gets :}
Thank you for the early birthday wish!! ^^ My birthday is on the 12th :3 (fun fact! the Bloodmoon introduction chapter of SEA was written for my birthday last year, so it holds a very special place in my heart :> I dunno why I shared it, I'm in a very ramble-y mood)
Also Moongleam's right, if you feel uncomfortable Sugarplum, do not push yourself! Also, screw social anxiety!
Bees are funky creatures, so I understand the fascination with them.
Also, I'm like, just barely scraping the surface of cat colour genetics (mainly because there are many sources, and some say completely different things at times), but like there's the black colour gene for a cat's fur. If it is hit with the dilute gene, then the black colour becomes blue (grey). Black and blue are basically the same thing, just one of them has an extra modyfier, so a cat can't be black AND blue at the same time. Same with the red colour (orange) and its diluted version, cream. So a red and cream or a black and blue coloured cat is quite impossible, without some form of genetic tomfoolery, like two embryos fusing together in the womb.
But of course the only sure way to tell if a cat really is a chimera is through DNA testing, but if kitty has impossible colour combinations, there might be a chance kitty was originally two kitties. Also having two differently coloured eyes, or their face having two different colours split in the middle, like those striking orange and black faced fur babies isn't a 100% sign that they're a chimera cat.
Anyway, congratulations of your new haircut! So happy for you!! :D
And the pain of wanting to draw, but the preferred method of drawing being unavailable is pain. And takeas much time with sending the drawings as you need! We're patient people ^^
And do't worry about long yap sessions, both of us quite enjoy them! Talk to us for as long as you want!
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Intro Post Yippee!!
Who am I?- How I tag things (+ Trigger Tags) - Boundaries- Before you Follow
Who am I?
♡ I am Bec. Name might change, still figuring that out.
♡ Previous Usernames (pink is for tumblr names): spacekids, gummieshark, angelthlng, frenreyfire. I typically use minthardcore on other websites.
♡ I use they/them, it/its, ny/nym pronouns (ny/nym is basically just he/him pronouns but replace the h with n and the i with y. Do not he/him me. Or she/her me)
♡ 19
♡ Sapphic, aromantic, generally queer and a-spec, nonbinary, therian/otherkin/dog/alien/deer thing 👍
♡ I primarily post digital art (I use Procreate (or IbisPaintX, not super often tho) w/ an I Pad + Apple Pencil or I use jspaint with a trackpad), but I do a lot of traditional art (graphite, colored pencil, gouache, pastels, collage- basically any medium I can get my hands on. Primarily graphite though). I also knit and dabble in other physical arts like that. One of my favorite projects I've done is making a lithograph print. I’ve also made a long furby and my current pipe dream is to make a BJD.
♡ I have a buncha things wrong with me. Many are undiagnosed. Some are. You will never know.
♡ Games/Books/Comics/Shows Interests- Half Life but the AI is Self Aware, Half Life, a lot of other Half Life extant media, TF2, Dungeon Meshi, DND, Fin fin (on teo the magic planet), I have no mouth and I must scream, the Bible/Christianity (I am not Christian I just think it's neat), MLP, Portal, Mouthwashing, Elden Lied
♡ General Interests- Angels, Armor (specifically medieval european armor), Wizards, biology, conservation, activism, aliens, plushies & dolls, furbies and extant media. I like Nu Metal, 80's-90's pop, K&J-Pop, Country, Rap, and a lot of other genres! I love music and listening to things.
How I tag things
♡ Not Mine- Self explanatory. Posts that are not mine that I’ve reblogged.
♡ Mine- Writing, drawing, or other things I post.
♡ Sorta mine/kinda mine/stepchild post- Usually a reblog response/ collaboration that I feel I haven’t contributed to enough for it to be mine.
♡ Important/Fundraiser- Important resources or fundraiser I encourage y’all to check out.
♡ Travid Art- My Art
♡ Travid Doodles- Doodles/WIPS
♡ travid barks- Random thoughts I have
♡ Textpost- My textposts
♡ Good shit- Stuff I really like!
♡ I have other things I tag a lot but they’re pretty inconsistent. I go through cycles of tagging random stuff.
♡ I only put fandom tags on my own original posts, not on reblogs.
♡ Trigger/Content Tags I use- blood, gore, firearms, artistic nudity, suggestive, nsft, nsft text, flash, flashing, eyestrain, suicide joke, f slur
Boundaries
♡ Likes w/ no reblogs- Absolutely!
♡ Rambling in reblogs- Please! I love to hear people’s thoughts on my stuff :)
♡ Tagging me/Messaging me about stuff- Sure! If you think I’d like something, lmk!
♡ Using my art as a PFP or banner (or as anything else)- Please ask and credit me.
♡ Reposting (not reblogging, re-uploading my stuff here or on another site)- Ask me and I might make an acceptation, but usually no. If you're going to do it at least credit me and link my post though.
♡ Requests- Sure! If I like your idea I might draw it. If your idea doesn’t interest me I won’t draw it. You are not entitled to my time. I am not going to draw your dog. Unless it’s cute.
♡DMs- Sure! Again, you are not entitled to my time but if you want to DM me, feel free.
♡ Critiques- Sure! I’m always looking to improve and if something looks weird, lmk! Art is a hobby for me. I do not have a lot of time to spend on it. Do not be rude/condescending and do not be mad if I don’t follow your advice.
♡ I am not responsible for anyone else’s mental health. I am not an art machine. I am not a therapist. I do not owe anyone anything. You do not need to know everything about me. I'm fine sharing about my personal experiences, but if I say "no" I mean it and I will block if pressed.
♡ I struggle a lot with social cues. If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, let me know!
Before You Follow
♡ I can't really control who interacts w/ me, so this is purely a b4 u follow/ DNF (i'm using this acronym. i'm sorry to all who know).
♡ Don't follow if ur under 16- I post weird shit. Get outta here.
♡ DNF Pro-Israel people, Eco fascists, people who actually like Joe Biden, libertarians, radqueers and radfems- just don’t follow if you’re a dick. Also goes for bigots & rightwingers obvi.
♡ Softer DNF if you think that like. Extreme kinks are problematic? I'm into gore and I don't think fiction 1-to-1 applies to reality.
♡That being said DNI if you get off to irl abusive/problematic media. Like not CNC or whatever but snuff type stuff
♡ I'm uninterested in debating ppl about my boundaries. I don't have to talk to you. Why do you even want to talk to someone who doesn't want to talk to you? Goober.
♡ I don’t care what media you like. I am highly critical of certain medias, and I am not responsible for warning you about that. If you will have a meltdown over criticism of your favorite show, assume I hate it and don’t follow.
♡ If you're going to get upset at me about media I like, do not. I will not engage in that. I was a DSMP fan when I was 13. I have been to too many rodeos to care. I'm usually pretty good at acknowledging faults in medias I consume. If u want to point out something I miss, go ahead! But I'm probably aware of, like, the weird undertones of Elfen Lied.
♡I engage with NSFW creators. I might reblog explicit or NSFW posts. I might not tag them because my bar for explicit/NSFW content is pretty high (I went to art museums as a kid so nudity isn't inherently erotic to me and I'm bad at reading intent). I tag explicit stuff with "NSFT" and related tags. If you have a problem with that, do not follow.
♡ I'm not going to post explicit NSFW, but I draw nudity (not full frontal nudity, just topless stuff :P). I will tag it as such but be warned.
♡ I also do a wee bit of horny posting (horny tagging? idk), so beware.
♡ I block somewhat conservatively, but I do block people if I dislike them enough.
♡Ik DNI lists are sooo last season but I'm mainly putting this here to cut my losses. I don't really check the pages of ppl who follow/interact with me, but if I catch a whiff of this stuff I'll block. So yk. We can prevent this from happening if you dont follow me or if you block me first <3.
Updated- April 21, 2025
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A Fascinating Conversation
Sadie is placing her usual order at the PB+J food truck when, out of the corners of her eyes, she notices an unmistakably tall figure walking into the library.
Oh, there goes Sarai. She thinks to herself, Maybe I should…
“Uh, could I also get one Classic PB+J, please? And a chocolate milk. That’ll be all, thanks.”
“She pays for and collects her order, then walks into the library as well, cautiously approaching the table where Sarai sits.”
“Hey, Sarai… got a minute?”
“Miss Sadie?”
Sarai looks up cautiously, meeting the Winner’s eyes. They hadn’t forgotten Sadie’s words from the night of the party. It had managed to be even worse than the day they were told their Apprenticeship would be extended indefinitely.
Their first instinct was to run, but they knew if they did, they would probably find a way to bump their head onto something. It was best to be civil for now.
“I…I suppose I do? May I…help you?”
Sadie scratches the back of her head nervously, then sits down across the table from Sarai.
“I, uh… I want to apologize for snapping at you at the Showcase. It was really unbecoming of me to go off like that. For some reason I took the whole sister thing personally, and, well…”
She opens the paper bag she’s carrying and takes out a sandwich wrapped in plastic, then holds it out as a sort of peace offering.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you, Sarai. I know a PB+J won’t change what happened, but here.”
Sarai takes the sandwich and observes it closely.
Fascinating, but I should respond.
“Thank you, Sadie. I appreciate your gesture, but I can’t say your outburst was unwarranted. You were correct about me and how I’ve treated Ava. I am…not a good sister.”
“Well, I still agree with all of that, but that doesn’t mean you should’ve gotten screamed at in public.”
Sadie takes her own sandwich and her chocolate milk out of the bag.
She continues, “It’s on me to try and understand that not everyone’s dynamic with their sister is the same as mine was.”
She unwraps her sandwich and takes a bite, then washes it down with some chocolate milk.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how did y’all end up so… different?”
“Different? You mean how I am a Seraph and she is an Exorcist?”
Sarai observes Sadie unwrapping the sandwich, and unwraps hers in the same way. She couldn’t let herself be too distracted by that now, however.
“Well, we aren’t blood-related. It’s more so what we consider each other, after we first became acquainted during some rather difficult times. I think it was he who first called me “sister”. I was so taken aback that I couldn’t speak for a minute.”
Recalling the memory, a faint smile appears on her face, perhaps the first in a while.
“I never did tell him how wonderful it was that he would consider me such a thing. I am not used to being regarded so highly.”
The smile disappears.
“But…as I always do, I ruined that for us. It’s what I always do - ruin things.”
She sighs, “But at least now, Ava is free of having such a disappointment for a sister, even if only in name.”
Sadie listens carefully, trying to keep a cool head and an open mind. Of course she’s apt to side with Ava, but Sarai just looks… so sad. Maybe her side of the story deserves to at least be told.
“So… y’all chose each other, and then at some point you un-chose him?”
She thinks to herself, That’s almost worse.
She takes another bite of the sandwich and thinks. Try as she might, she just doesn’t understand how someone could treat their sister with such blatant disregard.
“How come you never told him how that made you feel? And why do you say you ruin things? I’m sure that’s not… entirely true.”
She’s unsure of her own words now that she watches as Sarai tears some of the bread away from the sandwich whilst attempting to unwrap it.
Sarai gives up on trying to unwrap the sandwich for now. Maybe now, she can finally say what she’s wanted to say this whole time.
“Because it’s not something I deserve,” she says, the words falling out, “I have never been good at dealing with others, which is why I’ve preferred to keep to myself.”
“You’ve heard how I’ve ruined things with him. Or rather, you saw it firsthand. And I’ve continued to ruin things with others.”
She knew she was getting emotional the more she talked. She should be quiet, shut up. She couldn’t be seen as emotional. Seraphim had to appear dignified and unattached. It was a teaching she had always stuck by, but what good has it done for her?
“I’ve ruined everything with Milan,” she continues, “Shortly after what transpired between Ava and I, Milan approached me, and she…rightfully was upset with me. She was right that I was…” A mistake.
The pain in her chest grew as she remembered that conversation.
“And I’ve been so unforgivably rude to another Exorcist. Tess, I believe her name was. I should have apologized to her for how we first met, but I didn’t.”
She was on a roll, confessing to nearly everyone she had wronged in recent memory.
“And before all of this, I ruined things with E-”
She still couldn’t say his name after all these years. How could she, after all she had said to him the last time they saw each other?
“Never mind. The point is, I am not someone that should be cared about. I’ve never told him because…after all I’ve done and how I am, why would he want me as a sister?”
It’s not something I deserve. I am not someone that should be cared about.
Despite Sadie being generally upset with Sarai, these words break her heart.
“Sarai… who ever told you such lies?”
She shakes her head. Perhaps that’s not what’s important right now. She reaches for Sarai’s sandwich, unwraps it for her, then places it on a napkin and slides it back across the table.
“Look, sometimes people are told things when they’re at an impressionable age and it sticks with them regardless of whether or not it’s true. And sometimes our actions are the result of what we’re told about ourselves instead of who we actually are. You don’t ruin things because you don’t deserve to enjoy things or to be cared about. You ruin things because you were once told that that’s all you’ll ever do and you believed it.”
“This is something you’re going to have to unlearn. And it might not be easy. But if you truly care about the people you want to change for, then you’ll do it. There were a lot of behaviors I had to unlearn when Lute and I started dating. But I love her, so I did it. There are some behaviors that you’re going to have to unlearn if you ever hope to repair your relationships, too. Ava. Milan. Whoever else. Do you love them enough to try?”
Sarai felt the familiar sting of tears in her ears. She quickly covered her face with her wings.
“I do.” She says weakly, “Very much.”
Sadie reaches across the table and places a hand on Sarai’s forearm.
“Try, then. You’re not a failure by nature, Sarai. You can right the ship. I don’t know who’s been talking in your ears and what they’ve been saying, but know this, you can succeed at things. Starting with this.”
She takes another bite of sandwich.
“Just a fair warning, though, it ain’t gonna come without a little humility.”
“Humility. Yes, that is something I must learn more about.”
She is reminded again of Tess, the Exorcist whose only crime was bumping into her a few times. She could start by apologizing to her, the next time she saw her. They hoped an apology was enough.
Sarai looks down at her sandwich, and takes a bite. The sensation is strange to them, as well as the taste.
“I hope I am not derailing, but this is…an interesting food item.” Sarai says after she finishes her bite, “Do you have this often?”
Sadie creases her forehead in confusion.
“What, PB+J sandwiches? Have… have you never had one before?”
Now, she smiles.
“Yeah, I’m obsessed with these things. Always have been, ever since I was a little girl. Nowadays I frequent that food truck that’s parked outside a few times a week.”
“I never had one before. I must say it’s…unique.” Sarai wasn’t quite sure how to describe the sweet flavor. “I don’t often eat things outside of my usual diet. I may have to try this more often. Thank you for showing me this. And, of course, for everything else.”
Sadie offers another sincere smile. “Sure thing!”
She finishes her sandwich and takes a swig of her chocolate milk, then points to it.
“Next time we’ll get you one of these. It’s chocolate milk! You’ll go nuts for it!”
She collects her things and stands up.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your peace and quiet. Sorry to interrupt it at all, but I just wanted to… say something, y’know? Take care, Sarai.”
With that, she takes her leave, only hoping that Sarai would take what she said to heart.
#hazbin hotel oc#hazbin hotel sarai#hazbin hotel rp#sarai the seraphim#lutualverse#seraphim-sarai#lutual#sadie morgan
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Modern!Demon Slayer and what music they listen to
ib: @sxbrinakanroji ty for the idea boo 🫶🏻
remember these are MY personal headcanons for the characters! agree with them or not, they’re still my ideas.
Tanjiro Kamado
it’s only appropriate we start out with the main boy, the best boy, Tanjiro
tbh his is a toughie
i feel like he’d listen to anything and everything, no matter the genre
except country cos dear god
he’d just find a good song/artist he likes no matter the genre and he’s like
“yep, you’re one of my favourites now”
(he’s just like me fr)
tbh he’d be the friend that’d let his friends go ham on the aux
until inosuke starts playing some cursed shit on blast and ends up upsetting the neighbours
Zenitsu Agatsuma
im just gonna be honest this man probably only listens to girl bands like blackpink, and knows some ogs like spice girls and destiny’s child-
he’s a simp
but fr
like can you imagine him jamming out to survivor??
“zenitsu, what are you doing-“ “AHHHHH!!!! YOU SAW NOTHING!!!!!”
throws a shoe at tanjiro for good measure
like
let the mans listen to his destiny’s child in peace smh /lh
Inosuke Hashibira
mans listens to heavy metal bands, i don’t make the rules ok-
does the opening to Twist by Korn at 3AM simply to scare the shit out of everyone
*scatting Twisted* “inosuke it’s the middle of the night pLEASE—“
feral boy? feral music taste
PEPPERONI AND GREEN PEPPERS MUSHROOMS OLIVES CHIVES-
the thing i said about inosuke playing random shit on blast when he’s had the aux passed? He really just does it to mess with people, just out of spite
mans loves watching people be utterly confused as to why CPR by CupcakKe is playing and inosuke is like 🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗
Nezuko Kamado
lofi.
no elaboration will be made.
Nezuko listens to lofi (and Blackpink maybe)
mostly lofi tho-
there’s also a tiny part of me screaming that Nezuko is also a Marina and Mitski fan too
Kanao Tsuyuri
for kanao I feel like she would use her coin to decide what she listened to
until tanjiro told her it’s okay to have her own music preferences
after that I think she’s an avid Hatsune Miku or general Vocaloid fan
idk
Tengen Uzui
the idea that basically inspired the rest of the post to really even happen, was from @sxbrinakanroji (their @ was also at the top)
they had the hc that modern!Tengen is a Swiftie and I can’t help but agree with them
BUT
I feel like Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma were responsible for getting him into Taylor
I feel like pre-married Tengen was a metalhead and also a hip-hop lover
blasted Slim Shady on the aux
then he met the three and now he’s obsessed with Taylor
may or may not had gone to a Taylor concert with the girls
Kyojuro Rengoku
my lil pookie bear
I miss him sm ☹️
curse you Ufotable for getting me to like this loudmouth flamy boy only to make him a freshly glazed Krispy Kreme doughnut all in the same movie
anyways ☺️
he’s an Imagine Dragons and Fall Out Boy fan bc the Rengoku playlists on YT made me do it
Muichiro Tokito
now keep in mind I haven’t seen Swordsmith Village still so I basically have no idea what this goofy lil guy is actually like
but from what I heard from my brother and some friends, he’s no thoughts head empty all the time
so
white noise
tv static
whatever it is
that’s what he listens to
that’s it
Mitsuri Kanroji
pretty girl 🫶
can’t wait to see her 🥹
she’s the love hashira
so
ofc love songs are what she listens to
but off the love songs made by women bc
she’s sapphic
and that’s on canon /j
Shinobu Kocho
she’s a runner she’s a track star-
idk who said that uh
anyways
she’s a Mitski fan
WHY ARE YOU BOOING ME IM RIGHT-
Sanemi Shinazugawa
metalhead
that’s all
both derogatory and affectionately, he is a metalhead ☺️
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this was all my tiny brain could fart out, if y’all have any ideas or suggestions please leave them in the comments :)
-ryan 🎐
#demon slayer#tanjiro#zenitsu#inosuke#nezuko#shinobu#rengoku#kamaboko squad#tengen#sanemi#makio#hinatsuru#suma#kanao#mitsuri#muichiro#kny headcanons#modern!kny
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Okay anon as a former tj widow please enlighten me on all The National swiftwyn songs im begging 🙏 //
Nat already gave a pretty good comprehensive starting list (Guilty Party and England especially) but like I said, I would add Light Years, reminds me a bit of them and it was the song I was listening to when I felt inspired to write that ask lol the chorus mostly I hope you can see the vision
Start a War could also be a good one from Taylor's perspective in her delusional "This can be salvaged" era
Idk how About Today fits with Joever specifically but it's a beautiful (and very depressing) song and I tell everyone to listen to it because I love it lol
good additions!
also if you wanna reflect on what y’all loved about T/J to The National, Dark Side of the Gym is very them and was on a Tay playlist.
And if you just wanna listen to a dope album, Trouble Will Find Me is one of my fave albums of all time. All the songs on it are 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 not necessarily for anything to do with Taylor but like what a fucking awesome album.
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74th Batch Of Fics: 4th Fill
Hanzo/Cole – Trucker AU – Epilogue – Will there be a Happily Ever After?
Can't believe Trucker AU is over :') it was very fun to write!
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What did it mean when Cassidy had protected a stranger like Hanzo the same way that he had protected the man that had turned his life around so many years ago?
Hanzo looks away with a derisive click of his tongue. “He’s an idiot,” he says with bitterness in his voice.
“Sure is,” Reyes replies. He looks more satisfied now… as if he is happy with Hanzo’s reaction. “He’s already fucked it up big time. I don’t want to see him dead because of some yakuza flirt trying to get out of the gang life.”
Hanzo’s head snaps back around, heart immediately picking up in speed as he stares at Reyes. “How do you-”
He’s interrupted by the man all but crooning: “I’m not an idiot like the ingrate in my kitchen. I’m not going to do anything to you. Yet. I’m just saying that if he ends up dead in a ditch because of you – you won’t live for much longer after that, alright?”
Hanzo closes his mouth quietly. Their heads turn as Cole comes strolling back in, a beat up thermos of coffee in one hand and a few mugs in the other.
“Y’all done talkin’ bout me?” he asks in a lazy drawl.
Reyes scoffs softly but also doesn’t deny the accusation. In fact, he mildly replies: “Just wanted to make sure we’re all on the same page.”
Hanzo does not say much during their stay with Gabriel Reyes. He thinks about what he has been told and just watches the dynamic between the two men. Reyes couldn’t seem more annoyed about their presence but there is just something about him that makes Hanzo feel like he is very pleased about Cole’s company.
To Hanzo’s surprise, he even bullies them into staying for the night. Cole puts up a pathetic little fight to get out of it but it’s obvious that he speculated on a proper bed for once and takes it after just a few back-and-forths.
The room itself is small but nice and clean. He has no idea how Reyes takes care of the place with that busted leg of his but as far as he can tell, the old guy has an unbreakable will and won’t be stopped by anything.
He sits on the edge of the bed, hands lightly brushing over the duvet. It occurs to him that it is the cleanest thing he’s been on since coming into the US in the first place. All he’s known are the passenger seats of trucks like Cassidy’s and dingy Motel rooms.
He listens to Cassidy in the bathroom. When he comes out, Hanzo looks up to see him with nothing but a towel around his hips. His hairy gut is hanging over it, probably keeping the thing in place.
Hanzo watches him as he moves around the room and is disturbed to find that he is turned on by the sight of him.
He frowns and looks down at his hands, curling them into fists and then relaxing once more.
Cassidy sits down next to him, his voice lowered so Reyes probably won’t hear them, wherever he’s gone off to now: “What’s goin’ on in that pretty li’l head o’ yours? You’ve been pretty quiet.”
Hanzo keeps staring at his hands. The scent coming off of Cole is different than usual. He smells clean, for starters.
“I am thinking about where to go next.”
“What do ya mean? I got my route planned out already.”
“Yes. Your route. But what about mine?”
“... I ain’t followin’.”
Hanzo sighs deeply and looks up at Cole’s face. “We’re done here, aren’t we? You helped me find Genji just like I wanted you to. And I paid you plenty for your services.”
At that, Cole’s face becomes stormy. He throws out an arm, gesturing toward the door as he half-shouts: “The fuck did he say to you?!”
Hanzo narrows his eyes and turns his head away. “He just confirmed what I already knew: that you’re an idiot that has no sense for self-preservation and I’m not going to be the one that gets you killed, alright?”
There’s a few beats of silence as Cassidy ostensibly tries to wrap his few brain cells around what Hanzo just said. Then a heavy hand curls around the nape of his neck, fingers squeezing on either side just shy of painful.
“You want to leave because you’re worried about me?”
Hanzo bristles at the incredulousness in the other’s voice. He can feel a flush starting to crawl up his chest which he fights tooth and nail against.
Cole continues: “You do know I’m roughly double your age. Let me make my own damn decisions.”
Hanzo feels himself get pulled into Cassidy’s naked chest. He struggles against it but it is very half hearted.
“Fat bastard…” he mutters softly.
Cassidy does not reply immediately; he just keeps squeezing the back of Hanzo’s neck which is… surprisingly soothing.
Hanzo closes his eyes slowly and finds they are too tired to open up again so he simply listens to Cassidy’s heartbeat, calm and strong in his chest.
“Ya should stick to sellin’ your pussy for information if that’s the extend of your intelligence,” Cole mutters eventually. He starts to maneuver them around which ends in Hanzo pretty much lying on top of the old fool. Cassidy grunts softly and mutters something about Hanzo being way heavier than he looks but Hanzo elects to ignore that.
He tries to think about how disgusted he had been with the fat bastard upon meeting him and while that isn’t even that long ago, it’s not quite possible for him to get into the same mindset as he had been back then.
Cassidy is disgusting. He exploited Hanzo’s situation for sexual favors – unashamedly at that – and even let other people have at him.
…But it’s not like Hanzo didn’t enjoy it all. The degradation, the objectification… the simple life of being a cock warmer.
The fat bastard keeps muttering under his breath as he drags the blanket out from underneath them and then pulls it over Hanzo’s head, cocooning him into warm darkness.
Hanzo’s hand slowly brushes over the stiff little hairs on Cassidy’s chest and down to his belly, following the furry trail until he comes to the edge of the towel.
Slowly, he opens it up so he can curl his fingers around the warm shaft. It feels soft and spongy in his hand and weirdly comforting. Cassidy grunts above and, surprisingly enough, lets him be.
For a few minutes they just lie in silence before Cassidy says in a low tone of voice: “You’ll come with me.”
It’s worded as an order but the uncertainty in his deep voice makes it sound more like a question.
Hanzo inhales deeply and starts to relax in what feels like for the first time of his life.
“Yes,” he mutters into the darkness. “Yes, I will.”
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