#mad sweeney x y/n

[stylespresleyhearted]

POV: AUSTIN BUTLER IS IN LOVE

(AND DOESN’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT)

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enews Love is in the air! Austin Butler and his girlfriend shared the sweetest reunion outside the airport 😭 more photos at the link in bio

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fan34 omg i am so freaking jealous

user12 GOD HAS FAVORITES AND IT AINT ME

butlerfan It feels so good to see him be publicly in love and not hide it anymore

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austinbutler Happy day 🎂❤️

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fan13 LMAO THE OFFICE MEME RETURNS

tchalamet happy birthday gee! @yourinstagram

zendaya 27 has never looked better queen 💕

ashleytisdale I’m telling Jupiter LOL! Happiest birthday to you @yourinstagram you are a blessing in our lives 🥰🥰

ashleybee HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💘💘💘

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yourinstagram 💋 smooches for @austinbutler

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glenpowell Austin Butler is one lucky lucky man

fan13 not glen in the comment section please

user13 this gets cuter when you realize she was actually kissing him through the glass 😭❤️

oliviadejonge absolute stunner 🥀

austinbutler Get over here right now

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enews Austin Butler and girlfriend spotted sharing a few cuddles and kisses while on a date! We all know how much they love their smooches 😚

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user21 one hand on her back, other in her pocket this man knows he’s fine

fan13 IM SO FUCKIN LONELY 😩

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austinbutler sweatin’ because my date is so hot

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ashleybee HAHA the caption 😂😂

yourinstagram lol u cheesy man 🫶🏻 ily

anthonyboyle He was probably so proud with it too 😂

keoghan ace mateeee 😌

ayoedibiri this is my favorite post you have ever posted

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austinbutler Took over lighting production during a visit on set and she killed it !!

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florencepugh I’m so mad you didn’t bring her on the Dune set

yourinstagram WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WAS THERE EVERY WEEKEND

florencepugh not enough. i needed you there every day.

yourinstagram Michael Mann said the job is mine 🤩

user13 y/n getting a job on the heat 2 set iktr!!!

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austinbutler I want to do with you what spring does to cherry tress - Pablo Neruda

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fan23 … is everyone else also transfixed on her awesome boobs or am i a perv ?

oliviadejonge gorgeous girl

tomholland2013 aren’t we lucky boys mate?

ashleytisdale 😍😍😍

ayoedibiri she’s got you quoting pablo neruda and i completely understand why

yourinstagram if your boyfriend isn’t also your photographer break up with him

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austinbutler 🕶️

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zendaya the coolest to ever do it

keoghan92 sickkkk

rileykeough Austin we’re gonna need you to release a book of all the photos you have of this gorgeous girl 🌚

ashleybee Her job is Cool Barbie

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yourinstagram was my turn to snap a photo of this handsome guy who makes me the happiest i have ever been ♥️♾️ ‘love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyway’

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austinbutler oh no

yourinstagram taste of your own medicine mister lol

keoghan92 my teeth can’t handle the sweetness

florencepugh not one bad photo of either of you exists

ashleybee Having a big sister moment because he’s winked the same since he was like 5

yourinstagram can we look at baby pictures again 🥹

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No disrespect intended to Austin’s current relationship, I respect their privacy but also I really wish Austin would post his gf, talk about her, all that good stuff I GET WHY HE DOESN’T 😭

also using Sydney Sweeney as a FC because I’m currently obsessed with her she’s awesome?? Brilliant ??? She is everything. Also I may have an idea for part 2 but it would be nsfw concerning leaked nudes and such but would anyone be interested in that? Lemme know! As always feel free to come chat 💬

[dw-writes]

Eyes On You - Mad Sweeney x Reader

Summary: Sweeney couldn't sleep, and desperately had something to say while he finally had a chance to say it. Genre: Gen. Fic; Angst?; Prompt Request A/N: This is the answer to the poll prompt that I gave you all forever ago, with the prompt being "I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you". Now, this IS part of The Invasion canon, somewhere before the Rock when you're traveling. I'll put up the links to The Invasion later, but for now, please enjoy :) Let me know what you think

Chapters: Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four  || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight || Chapter Nine || Chapter Ten || Chapter Eleven || Chapter Twelve || Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Fourteen-ish || Chapter Fifteen || Chapter Sixteen || Chapter Seventeen || Chapter Eighteen || Chapter Nineteen || Chapter Twenty || Chapter Twenty-One || Chapter Twenty-Two Requests: Mad Sweeney and The Holidays || The Invasion and the Stressful Blows One Shots: The Invasion and That One Thankful Holiday || The Invasion and the Weight of Change || Eyes On You

It was late. Sweeney knew he should’ve been asleep, especially when he looked at the bright red numbers on the digital clock that read 3:45 AM. He looked away from them, at your form on the other side of the tiny motel bed, curled up with clean sheets and the slightly dingy comforter thrown over your form.

He’d been having trouble sleeping for the past few days, chalking it up initially to the travel you and him had been doing – back to back motels, back to back gods with back to back errands, back to back buses. He knew that his time with you was coming to end, he could feel it in his bones, but he didn’t want to admit it. With the date of the Rock getting closer and closer, your job with Wednesday was getting closer to ending.

He rolled onto his shoulder, watching your back as it rose and fell with your deep breaths.

“Yer gonna be leavin’ soon,” he whispered into the dark night of the room. He held his breath as soon as the words left his mouth, waiting for you to wake up. The traveling must have been too much for you, too, however, as you didn’t even stir. Sweeney licked his lips. He was too tired to think about what he was saying, too tired to stop himself as he yawned and let the words tumble out of his exhausted mouth.

“Yer gonna be leavin’, and yer gonna be leavin’ me,” he continued, “Goin’ who knows where.” He snorted faintly, sniffed, shifted on his squashed and folded pillow. “Without me,” he muttered. He eyed your back as you curled up tighter under the blankets.

“Dunno what ‘m gonna do,” he sighed, “Shit luck without you, ‘s what I’d probably say to yer face. Can’t say the rest of it.” Sweeney wanted to stop talking, needed to, but the words burned as they clawed their way up his throat from his chest. “Fuck, I need you t’ stay,” he rasped, blinking hard, shoving his face into the scratchy pillowcase.

“Loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he mumbled into the pillow, turning his head to watch you again, “Pretty sure of it now. Can’t imagine what this bullshit’s gonna be like when y’ wise up and fuckin’ leave this shit behind.” The confession felt wrong, but it wasn’t a lie – he couldn’t even lie to himself, no matter how much he wanted to.

“First moment,” he muttered, like he couldn’t believe it, “Fuck, that’s it. Saw you on the fuckin’ couch and just knew everything was different.” He sighed, scratched his jaw, and settled back into the thin sheet you shared. “Fuckin’ Rose would say it was some stupid romantic shit, but we both know it wasn’t. Almost called the cops on me that day, you did, but I think I woulda let you, because I just couldn’t…” His thought trailed off as you rolled onto your back, shifting under the blanket towards the warmth in the bed. He swallowed the rest of the words, panic lancing through his chest, and waited until you were settled again.

“Couldn’t say no to yer face,” he whispered.

He sat up carefully, making sure you were neatly tucked into the bed, and grabbed his clothes from where he’d thrown them onto the chair. Everything he said choked him, settled back into his throat and made it hard to breathe.

He carefully opened the door and stepped out into the cold, humid air outside, then shut it behind him.

You found him sitting on the curb outside in the morning when you opened the door, still dressed in your pajamas and half asleep. “The fuck are you doin’ out here?’ you mumbled.

Sweeney blew out a thin string of smoke into the early morning air. “Waitin’ fer you,” he grunted. He stood. “You hungry? ‘m starvin’.”

You squinted at him and struggled to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Sitting out here like a weirdo,” he heard you grumble as you turned around, “Thought someone had kidnapped you or something.”

He snorted, watching the door shut behind you as you shuffled in to get ready, then sighed to himself.

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[themoonsbride]

hi hi, just a cute idea if you want to write it love 🥰 reader has nightmares and she can't fall asleep so peter hugs and kisses her, stroking her hair gently and tells her that there's nothing to be afraid of and that he's with her<3

hello love!!! thank you so so much for the request! this is so adorable, and I had a lot of fun writing it for you ! I hope you enjoy it :) <3

You're Safe With Me .

pairing; Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

summary; (in the request!) Reader has been having nightmares lately, and has been on edge during the working hours of her life, Peter has noticed this and ends up figuring out the issues and makes the reader spend the night with him. <3

warnings; Nightmares, loss of sleep, crying, Aftermath of nightmares, rest is all fluff <3 (please lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n; this is my first new request in awhile and I'm so happy about it!!! also, I've decided that I'll also be taking requests for Anthony from Sweeney Todd !! (another characterJamie plays for those who may not know) :) <3

--×♥︎×--

It was a quiet night through out Hawkins National Labrotoris. The lights had gone out, and everyone was sleeping, peacefully wouldn't be the correct word choice per say because nothing inside of the dreadful building was ever peacefully that any stable mind would say.

But it was at least quiet, there was that much, sure it was usually always quiet, but during the night feeling of it being so quiet was different, some would've said relieving, others would have said extremely skin crawling chilling.

Though, the gaurds and the nurses and the children had all been finally sleeping at the exhausted muscles in their bodies slowly went through the process of fully relaxing, just for them to be overworked again within the next few hours, yours were tense.

You were sleeping, yes, but, it was quiet the opposite from relaxing you, infact it seemed as though it were killing you in a way. Your limps twitched, and your head turned from side to side harshly.

And suddenly your breath decides to join in part of the sensory madness and turn itself into fast pants, and your body coated itself in a cold, thick sweat.

Thats when your brain suddenly turned off its movie of horror that made your heart nervous and your nerves a mental breakdown, your eyes snapped open like a light switch being flickered on.

You sat up quickly, blinking profusely, looking at your surroundings.

You were in your room, and it was nearly 3:25 a.m., you still had about 3 more hours of sleep left.

You took some time to get your nerves back into shape and running again, but you laid, staring at your ceiling, you went to rub your tired eyes and when doing so, they felt damp.

You sighed to yourself and began to wonder how you'd even ended up in here in the first place.

--×♥︎×--

You don't remember what time it was when you fell asleep, but your alarm did its job as it had done everyday for the last year and 5 months now.

You forced your legs to keep you on the cold tiled floor you were standing on, your vision going from a blur to black within seconds from standing too quickly.

This wasn't the first time working in this sort of hell house had given you dreadful images that played in your mind through the night.

They'd been happening to you for about 2 weeks now and it wasnt the first time you had struggled with these types of dreams either.

but they felt more torturous than the shocking collar did. Thankfully you've never came into contact with that God forsaken thing. But you knew someone who has.

His name was Peter, Peter Ballard, and he's the sweetest man you'd ever met inside of this prison, He always smiled even if you could sense he truly didn't want to at times.

And he was always caring of you, others? not so much. He didn't seem to notice any of the other workers or nurses or even most of the children, but you seemed to have caught his eye.

And it made you curious and wonder what it could've possibly been about you that made him attract to you as if you were a magnet.

--×♥︎×--

It was finally your break, your legs quickly exited you from the rainbow room, sure it was the only room with color but sometimes it was nauseating to look at.

You tried not to ponder much about it as you pushed through the double doors of the breakroom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

The coffee was poor quality and looked mucky inside of the mugs they were meant for. It didn't even fully look like it was coffee inside of a mug, someone who lived beyond the walls of Hawkins Labrotory would've identified it as a mug full of swamp water.

Your eyes felt heavy along with your head, but you did your best to fight off your powerful tiredness and exhaustion. If Brenner had suspected anything of the sorts, you'd never be hearing the end of it.

You had even realized your eyes were resting until the sound of the double doors creaked opened again.

It was that angelic blond man who you dearly adored. His hair was curled perfectly as it were everyday, and his eyes seemed dull, though they still shined through the poor lights in bedded into the ceiling. He also seemed more awake than you were the last week.

"Didn't rest much last night?" He asked, his voice was as soft as a pillow as always. Though it took you a few seconds for your brain to actually register what he said.

"hm? oh, no I slept fine." Your voice croaked, it sounded like you just woke up and your cheeks started to flush pink from embarressment.

"Does that explain those black circles underneath your eyes?" He said, a smirk etched onto his face, you rolled your eyes at him smiling back a tiny bit.

"Whatever Blondie." He hated that name.

"Stop calling me that!" He laughed a little. You sat up a bit more and placed your hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt.

"My word, I thought you found the name to be music to your ears." Sarcasm was booming in your words.

"Your voice in general is."

You thought you'd heard him say something but, he was whispering and your mind felt hazy from how tired you were.

"Hmm?" you hummed to him, but it wouldn't have mattered if he answered you, your mind wouldn't take the time to process it anyway.

You loved being able to joke with him in such a way, it seemed as though you could be sarcastic with him and not get scolded for doing so, infact he found it to be funny.

It only took a few weeks for you and Peter to get along, and before you knew it the both of you were best friends, as a small child would call it. And you seemed to enjoy calling it that too, but it felt somewhat silly to you whenever you did.

He never seemed to have minded though, and it made you not feel as stupid for it.

It also didn't take long for the two of you to realize the love you held for eachother. And you would've never assumed that he would've became your secret boyfriend a day in your life either.

--×♥︎×--

Your shift had recently ended, and you were feeling quite anxious and your mind thought of how horrible this night were going to be.

How you didn't want to have to suffer through another night of vivid nightmares that would leave you shaking for 15 minutes straight.

As you lay on your mattress, staring at your ceiling, each time you'd attempt to close your eyes, they'd only re-open themselves.

Like your own body was refusing itself from falling asleep.

This cycle continued for what felt like hours, but in reality had only been 10 minutes. And at this rate you'd given up on the idea of sleep.

But you knew you had to get some type of sleep if you wanted to be able to wake up on time for work in the morning, so you kicked off your covers and sighed to yourself.

You sighed as you stood at your bed, closing your eyes, and then tears began to fall. You just wanted it to stop, for the nightmares to end, for you to be able to sleep without your entire body having a nervous breakdown.

You looked up at the ceiling and took a breath, quietly exiting your bedroom to go see your true love as guilty as you felt about the idea of awakening him.

Your knuckles quietly tapped against the metal door. Your sniffles surely couldve been heard from the next hall, and through the door.

Your body tensed when you heard the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly the door opened and Peter quickly pulled you inside for you to have not gotten caught, he took a few moments to examine your face before pulling you into his warm embrace.

"What happened baby?" He whispered into your hair, his voice was deep and filled with haziness.

"nothing I just uhm. I haven't been able to sleep and I w-wanted to know if it was okay if.. If I slept here? with you..?" Your voice was trembling and muffled from your face nuzzled into his chest.

His hand start rubbing your back as he comforted you, and you felt your shoulders start to loosen as you melted from his touch.

"Of course.." He mumbled before gently pulling away from you and grabbing your hands, taking you to his bed with him, You'd never seen him in anything but his working clothes, so seeing him wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts was some what of a big deal to you.

He looked really good though, but you cleared your thoughts and focused back on sleeping as he pulled your body towards his under the covers, his sheets smelled like him and his comforter was warm like him. You felt so safe around him that it felt like not even Brenner could harm you.

He continued to sooth your body and kiss your forehead, "Why weren't you able to sleep?" He asked lowly

"..I've been having nightmares." You replied, you felt so embarrassed to have to admit that to your boyfriend as an adult.

"I guess that's why I haven't slept much, they've been.. scaring me too much." You didn't really process that you were telling him this because you just wanted to sleep.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise.. Not for as long as im with you dear." He murmurs to you as all your muscles finally relax and loosen from the overwhelmingly relief of you finally drifting into sleep.

[threeminutesoflife]

Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits

Pairings: Mad Sweeney x Reader Warnings: 18+, oral sex- female receiving, praise kink Summary: Sweeney stops by your salon Word Count: 2.2k a/n: Mad Sweeney was requested by the outrageously humorous and always kind @titty-teetee​   ❣️

You cashed out your last client and wished her a good evening before closing the store front's drapes for the night. Twenty more minutes and you'd be able to close the salon. You hoped the closed curtains would detour any last minute walk-ins. The day was long, but fast and profitable.

Grabbing the bin of dirty towels from the sink station, you made your way to the back of the shop. Another stylist offered to stay and help break down the till, but you didn't mind the bookkeeping and had time to spare before tonight's blind date. You turned up the volume to the shop's speakers, a fast melody elbowing out the quiet. With a quick stretch and roll of your shoulders, you filled the washer in hopes to get the load into the dyer before leaving tonight. 

Between humming to the song and the warmth of the water rising from the washer, you almost missed the shop's door chime. Wiping your hands and sighing quietly, you fixed your smile back into place and headed toward the salon floor. 

But when you rounded the corner, your smile drop.  Mad Sweeney leaned against the shop door, eyes roving over your form with a smirk. Smoke framed his face from the cigarette hanging from his cocky, plump lips.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What kind of fucking welcome is that, love?” Sweeney asked with a deep, amused chuckle. He kicked his impressive form off the door frame before making a show of bolting the shop's lock. 

“Oh, no. No. You can unlock the door right now and let yourself out, Sweeney.”

“Come on lass, is that any way to treat your beau?”

“My beau? Really? Does this mean you're committing to me for longer than it takes to pull an orgasm out of me?” 

His eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion, but it quickly disappeared to make room for humor. 

“You wound me, ya do.” The cigarette bobbed between his lips as he dramatically placed his war-heavy hand over his chest. “We both know damn well, love- I'm a giver when it comes to ya. I always give more than a mere one. Plus, I gave them all with-”

“Don't say it-”

“With panache.”

“Quit soliciting, Sweeney. You haven't been around in weeks, and right now is the time for you to leave.”

“Don't blame me for that cunt Wednesday's doin'. You know I wouldn't be leavin' ya if it was up to me.”

“Look, I don't have time for this. You need to go, I have somewhere I need to be.”

“No, love- ya don't. I need a haircut and I missed the feel of your hands.”

“Sweeney,” you gave a soft, exhausted protest as he walked you to your station. 

After these weeks apart, the simple feel of his hand on the small of your back made you want to curl into his side.

“Your nights are for me. Give me a cut and shave, and I'll give ya somethin' after.” He took a drag of his cigarette before winking at you.   

“I thought you’d have richer words than that, Sweeney. What happened to being wooed by Yeats?”

Grabbing your hips, he spun you around and pulled you closer to him, “I’ll tell ya sweet words and use my mouth wisely. Just how ya like.”

Trying to hide the smile on your lips, you slyly reached to your side and grabbed the scissors from the counter, “Stop smoking in my shop.”   With a quick flick, you snipped off the glowing end of his cigarette resting between his lips. “Crazy Woman! Ya could have cut me!” Sweeney bellowed as he stepped back and inspected the severed cigarette before carelessly tossing it on the floor. “Time to go,” you huffed as your swept the cigarette aside. “It hardly is,” Sweeney sat down roughly and spun himself in your chair, lifting his legs up and letting the rotation take him. “We have all night together. I made sure of it.” “Sweeney,” you tried to remain indifferent and patient, but the longer and closer you were around him, the more you wanted him. Sweeney dropped his long legs, stilling the chair and leaning forward towards you, “Look love, the only thing that needs to be done tonight- is me.” “I have a date, Sweeney.” “Yeah, me.” “No, Sweeney, not you. With someone else.”

“Ya don’t.” Shifting your weight to the side, your hip jutted out, “I do.” With a dismissive tsk, Sweeney smirked knowingly at you. “No love, ya don’t.” You knew that look too well, “What did you do?” “Don’t need to do anything. Got luck on my side,” he confidently stated, a gold coin flipping in the air before settling in his palm. “Now where would ya like me? In this chair or ya gonna sponge bathe me first?” Unconvinced of his innocence, you frowned at him but said, “Get yourself over to the sink, sit down there.”  Sweeney shot up and moved quicker than you thought his large frame would allow. Standing by his side at the sink station, you threw the cape over his broad shoulders and felt him graze his knuckles against your soft thighs. The snaps slipped when he moved his fingers closer to your inner thighs, lightly circling and teasing you. You were touch starved for him, your body fully alert to the man before you. Visions of climbing him and sinking down on his lap ran through your head. “Ya alright, love?” Breaking from your daydream, your core tightened at the sound of his voice. Looking down at him, you noticed his own lust building in his eyes. Ignoring his question, you heard him grunt as you moved away from his side to test the water temperature. “So, are you making me butcher your hair again?” Sweeney huffed, “It’s called a signature look, love.” “It reads like mullet-mohawk.” “Aye, signature.” You bit the inside if your cheek, trying to contain your chuckle and not encourage him further. But Sweeney was already feeling encouraged. The fact he was still here in the shop with you, he knew he'd be buried inside you later. Cold water hit his face causing him to hiss and recoil away from the sink, “Bloody hell, woman!” This time you did laugh, “Oops. Lean back, you big baby. I’ll fix the temp.” Sweeney eyed you suspiciously but reclined with a grumble, “Fix ya blood aim is more like it, love.” He was silent as you worked the shampoo with your fingers into his thick hair. Little patterns along his hairline, then long strokes from forehead to nape. You hummed softly and watched as Sweeney’s expression softened. You would need to text your blind date later and apologize for not coming tonight. Well, you would be coming tonight but in a different way and with a different man.  You snickered at the thought and Sweeney cracked an eye at you when asking, “Something ya’d like to share with the rest of the class, love?” “Not really,” the water fanned over his head, the last of the shampoo escaping. A couple pumps of conditioner, you moved back to his side and ran your hands over his hair again.

“Fuck, love.” You hummed in response, leaning your chest in closer to his face as your fingers threaded through his mane. It was quiet between you two, both listening to the other breath between the breaks in the background music. Sweeney wasn't able to disconnect from the world easily or with just anyone, but he could with you.  He learned that quickly when he first met you. He was able to just be with you, and didn't feel like you wanted something from him.   Your fingernails twisted along his scalp sending goosebumps across his skin and a chill down his spine. The more your arms moved, the more you breasts danced along your shirt just out of reach from his mouth. Gods, he wanted to kiss you, kiss your body. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his leg was kicked out slightly, the cape tented over his lap. The thought of Sweeney growing hard made you squeeze your thighs together. “Ah, I know that look, love.” Sweeney smirked up at you, fully pleased with himself. Biting your lip, you turned the water back on and leaned deeper against him to rinse the conditioner out. “And what is that look, warrior king?” Electricity ran through Sweeney's torso straight down to his cock. With one swift move he ripped away the cape and he grabbed you over the chair's arm, pulling you on top of him.  “Say it again, love,” his words husky and heavy in his throat as he looked at you. Straddling on his lap, you rocked into him slightly and settled on him, “Say what again, Sweeney?” He grabbed your ass and pulled you harshly down against him. His cock straining against his pants, he could feel the heat of your core on him.  “Don't tease me, woman. Not with that. Say it.” You watched Sweeney's expression mix and shift. His eyes lusting and pleading for you to call him that again. Leaning over him, you ran your fingers through his wet hair. The shaved sides had grown in so much since you last saw him, since you last felt him. Pressing your forehead against his, you rolled your hips into him and tugged the ends of his hair, “Warrior king.” Sweeney growled and grabbed your face, his lips devouring yours before abruptly standing up with you and flipping you into the seat. Before you had time to react he removed your shoes and started undoing pants. You helped him strip your panties off before leaning forward to help him undo his zipper.  But Sweeney stopped you and told you to lean back in the chair, “Gonna cherish you, love.” The loud and crass, rowdy man got down on his knees before you. With a tenderness you didn't know he possessed, he draped your leg over his shoulder. Droplets fell from his hair onto your skin as he slowly kissed his way up your inner thigh. His hands ran along your legs as he nipped and kissed closer to your core.  The slow, teasing pace he set was almost too much as you gripped the chair. You bit your lip as you tried to steady your breath. You waited in anticipation when his kisses moved closer to your center, but then to your dismay, his mouth found your other thigh instead. His beard scratched and marked your skin as he kissed and bit his way once again closer to your clit. You whimpered out his name and tried sliding down the chair closer to him. “Don't worry, love.” He squeezed your thighs, his mouth above your core, “I'll provide for ya.” Sweeney dipped his head between your slick-covered thighs and ran his tongue with a long, slow lick against your wet lips. He dipped in closer, your clit between his lips as he sucked and ran his tongue along your nerve endings.  “Oh my god,” you whispered as your eyes closed and head dropped back against the sink's edge.  The feeling of his beard scratching your thighs and the timbre of his voice against your skin- you wouldn't last long. His hands gripped you tighter; one on your hip keeping you in place, the other gently kneading your thigh thrown over his wide shoulder. 

“Fucking delicious,” Sweeney groaned with a praise, your juices painted on his beard as his pants tightened even more. “Better than any offering left before.” “Sweeney,” you moaned out as he fingers ran along your slit; slow and teasing, dipping between and around your core. “You're mine aren't you, love?” His fingers spread your wet lips and he ran his tongue along your essence, circling your clit again. “Say it, love.” Your grip tightened in Sweeney's damp hair as your hips tried to rock closer to his talented mouth.  “Be my good lass, love. Tell me who ya belong to.” You were almost there, ready to tumble over the edge with each suck and bite he left on your clit and thighs.  This man was a god. You gasped and mewled as you felt Sweeney run his teeth along your clit before kissing and sucking on it again.   This god was yours. “You!” you screamed out as your core tightened. Sweeney's cock hurt from how gorgeous you looked. His thumb circled your clit as he raised his head, licking his lips and tasting more of you. He watched you wither in the chair, you were so close and he was ready to feast. “Come for me, love.” He dipped his mouth back to your core, his lips on you, “Come now.”  You screamed out his name in your release as your legs shook and calves tightened. Your fingers twisted and pulled his hair, forcing his face closer to you as your breath caught and burned in your chest with pleasure.  Smug and hard, Sweeney looked up at you as he licked you clean. He had luck on his side, but more importantly- he had you.

[johnkrrasinski]

Coffee with Cream

Chapter 2: Dream of You

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Pairings: Frank Castle x reader x Mad Sweeney

Word count: 2,693

Warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol, street fight, men being men. 

Summary: Two men, one diner and little old you. Working at a diner had never been your dream job but, fate had a funny way of bringing two contrasted men into your life.

a/n: hey guys! as you all know my obsession over frank castle and pablo schreiber had been exploding these past couple of months. and so, me and @nellblazer decided to write a good old threesome fic involving these two bulky men. hope you like it. enjoy!

You laid in your bed that night with a romance novel that you hadn't had the chance to pick up and finish in awhile due to the weariness of working double shifts. It's the same old pattern for the last few years; you'd get up early for your morning shift at the diner, rushed back home to take a little break, and possibly enjoy your catnaps before your second alarm rings for your night shift. 

And then when the night was ending, you'd take another bus to get yourself home, take a shower and eat your takeout or heat up your frozen pizza, and went to bed. For years, life was merely a repetitive cycle of humdrum. You barely had time for yourself due to your relentless endeavour to stay afloat. 

Living in Brooklyn when you come from a middle-class family means that you really had to fight tooth and nail to pay the bills and fill your fridge. You were raised to be an independent and hardworking person by your parents and that's why it wasn't much of a challenge for you to work double shifts at a diner when you could've taken one. You taught yourself to push through your boundaries in life, and you were aware that sometimes it's not always convenient but at least you were proud of your own effort. 

That also means you didn't have time to swipe right and left on Tinder and find yourself a date. It was nearly impossible to find a decent guy in Brooklyn, let alone trusting a dating app that could possibly be utilized by creeps or murderers to find their next victim. Although your co-workers had suggested it many times to you, you refused to present yourself to the angels of death just simply you were desperate to get laid. 

But tonight was different from the others. It was comical, really, how one, well, two, actually people could walk into your life, okay that was dramatic, walk into a diner and elevated the sour mood that you had grown used to in recent years, and made a difference. A good one.

You couldn't remember the last time you had a genuine smile on your face. You also couldn't remember when was the last time you felt butterflies in your stomach. And here you are, lying in bed, replaying the scenes that took place earlier. In the daylight when the bustle was in full swing and in the nighttime when the city was placid.

You barely knew anything about them and you had only met them in less than 24 hours, but, you could still remember the way Frank Castle made you feel when his brown eyes stared intensely into yours as he shook your hand. The quiet yet magnetic force that he exuded only compelled you to learn more about him. In the brief conversation that you had earlier, you knew that he was a wanderer of a man.

He'd been hoping from one place to another, but he was thinking of staying in Brooklyn for a while and you were hoping that nothing changes his mind about that. You were really hoping that you'd see him again real soon.

And then, your thoughts drifted to the second man that you encountered with earlier. His auburn hair burned the lights in the room, causing a small fire that you didn't light up. But his amorous words had left you starstruck in a way that you didn't know was possible. You weren't one to stumble on a brazenly flirtatious man but something about him was too tempting to be overlooked. And the fact that he had this eccentric thing for coins made you wonder... What else has he got up in his sleeve?

Sweeney hadn't been able to get you off his mind all night.

The grumpy server who'd taken over had definitely not been a patch on your sunny optimism or brimming curiosity. He couldn't remember the last time a girl was so interested in his stories. Usually he got brushed off as a leering drunk or just a plain old letch but you'd entertained him, asked questions and given him a form of fresh cream to boot, all for him. A form of worship as it was.

You hadn't realised it of course, nobody ever believes in gods these days unless they're the Big Three or the Norse pantheon. Little old Sweeney with his Celtic cohort was hardly going to register on anyone's radar. I mean, fuck, nobody could even say his actual name right, let alone believe he was a god.

Even so, he felt refreshed, more refreshed than he'd been in years and when he got absolutely blasted on whiskey, the feeling was not the same as it was. The crippling existentialism was gone to be replaced by joyfulness and he sang most of the way home, thoroughly amusing everyone on his way back with his rude songs. He even danced with an old lady like they used to do in the twenties which he thought had made her night as she blushed furiously and began saying it'd been a while since she'd danced with a young man in the street.

Sweeney was having the time of his life, precisely up until he got in the alleyway and his loud singing got him into trouble.

There was a group of thugs hanging around in the middle, trying to sort something out but Sweeney didn't care to venture too close to find out what precisely.

“-Well I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me, who owns that thing in your thing where my own thing should be!” he belts out, stumbling slightly in their direction and he sees the flash of irritation on their faces.

The next thing he knew he was getting dog piled on. Bodies seemed to leap on him from every corner and all he could think about was protecting his coin at all costs so he sent it in the Hoard, the magical hiding place for his treasure and once he'd taken a few harsh licks to the gut, he tried to pull himself together to fight back.

Drunken brawling was his speciality after all.

He wasn't expecting it when a couple of the gang members were yanked off of him. He took the opportunity to jump back to his feet, delivering a haymaker to the nearest lad who's cheek splintered under his weighted punch. The kid dropped to the floor like a stone, howling about his face.

The next man behind him, he twisted and grabbed around the middle, running them backwards to the edge of a dumpster before letting go and watching his head clang noisily off the metal as they fell backwards.

Oh it had been a good long while since he'd had a fight. He missed the adrenalin, he missed the cracking of bones and the taste of blood. It spoke to his soul that was millennia old when the world was war, ale and feasting.

Sweeney finally looked up to see that another man was fighting with him, a shorter man, stockier and well built, a nose that'd been broken at least once and the buzzcut styling of an ex-military man. The newcomer shifted his position and Sweeney saw a painted skull on his chest. His first thought was that Baron Samedi was expanding his worshipper's network but it didn't make sense for the Baron to recruit a soldier when he preferred his company to be a little more love and less war.

Who the fucking hell was this guy?

“You okay?” the man asks gruffly as he sees Sweeney staring at him. “Get out. Run.”

“I ain't fuckin' runnin',” Sweeney wrinkles his face in offence. “Do I look like a pansy to you?”

“You look fuckin' drunk is what ya look,” Skull Man counters, elbowing an attacker in the mouth. “I'll handle it. Run home.”

“Callin' me a coward?” Sweeney squares up. “I don't run, boy-o.”

“Really?” Skull Man raises an eyebrow. “Ain't the time for pride, Big Red. Fight or don't fight then. I don't care. Just stay outta my way with that one.”

He points to the man who Sweeney had knocked out on the dumpster. His eyelids were fluttering as he started to regain consciousness.

“What's it worth to ya?” Sweeney shrugs.

“Are you fuckin' kidding me?!” Skull Man storms over, coming up until he was chest to chest. “I save your ass and this is what I get?”

“Didn't ask to be saved, lad.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you, right back.”

Just at the point where Sweeney is curling his fingers into a fist, ready to give a good old right hook, he's hit hard in the head from behind and goes down onto his forearms, scuffing them with pebbles and dirt. He scrambles unsteadily to his feet, feeling a little trickle of blood oozing down the path of his hair and sees Skull Man beating the living shit out of the dumpster guy before finishing him off with his bare hands.

Sweeney, meanwhile, jumps back into the fist fight, taking down every other gang member who'd dared to get back up. They make a break for it, running desperately down into the other alleyways and out of sight.

“You'd better run!” Sweeney bellows after them. “You'd all be fucked if I still had my spear. I WAS A FUCKING KING ONCE, YOU CUNTS!”

“I've heard some drunk talk in my time but you...” Skull Man shakes his head. “You're crazy, huh?”

“I'm a god, mate,” Sweeney holds out his arms proudly, swaying on the spot.

“Sure ya are.”

“And what the fuck are you, murderer?”

“Nobody you need to know about. You ain't seen me. I don't exist. I'm just taking out the trash of this city.”

“Oh aye? Are ya? And what did he do?”

“Shot up a playground.”

“Oh...” Sweeney tails off, looking at the dead man on the floor. “Well....good then. Good work. Bastard deserved it.”

He holds out his hand and Skull Man shakes it warily. Sweeney got the sense the guy didn't interact with people much because the handshake was stilted, unsure.

“Got a name?” Sweeney asks. “Or are ya hellbent on being mysterious?”

“It's Frank,” the guy replies after a pause. “But I was-

“-Never here, I got that,” Sweeney snorts. “I'm Sweeney.”

“Sweeney the God. A'ight, go on home then. I got clean up to do.”

“Nice fightin', by the way,” Sweeney calls over his shoulder. “See ya around, Frank.”

“I fuckin' hope not,” comes the quiet response.

Sweeney didn't care though. He was too elated to care. Good booze, a good fight and the promise of going back to that sweet little diner where you were.

He'd have to come in earlier just to spend more time around you. He wanted to know everything about you and more than anything, he wanted to see your smile again.

A god he may be but your smile was absolutely magical.

He sang the whole rest of the way home, already looking forward to tomorrow.

[cxdemistake]

@flyingjesus continued

When it comes to Mad Sweeney, there’s only a few things that can set him off— and someone being an ass toward someone he’s close to is just one of those things. He’s so pissed off that he’s devolved into Gaelic, knowing that Gregory can’t understand him, but also knowing that will freak him out more.

“Brísfaídh mé do magairlí, ort aiteann! Focáil leat!” And with that he takes Paul by the arm— rather gently in comparison to how enraged he seems— and leaves Gregory to stare in bewilderment.

[broadwayloserstuff]

I was wondering if you could do a smut and fluff fanfic of JD x Veronica or JD x fem or gn!reader. Whatever suits you the most!

Fluff 25: you’re so clingy. I love it.

Smut 17: You’re the only person i’d fuck like this

So, third time's a charm. I've been writing this since last week and every damn time I get close to finishing it, my computer decides to either shut down or just magically rid the screen of all my progress. I'm attempting to write this for the third time lmao. Oh, btw I chose JD x Fem! Reader. Also, while writing this, my dumbass was trying to print a school paper and I totally forgot how Word works. Long story short, I clicked the print button like 46 times and had a fucking marathon to get the damn printer to stop printing. WARNINGS: Smut, swearing, mentions of suicide (the faked ones and actual suicidal feelings), murder, and oral (on female) MINORS DON'T INTERACT! Y/N flipped through the dusty old textbook for the third time that hour. As she skimmed the lines, she'd look for those 'check your knowledge!' questions and quiz herself. It was already almost midnight and she had to get up early for yearbook the next morning. Since the year was coming to an end, yearbooks were coming out soon and it was total chaos around the printers. This year, three popular students had killed themselves. In turn, each of those students were getting a two-page spread. When Y/N first heard that she rolled her eyes. Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, and Ram Sweeney didn't kill themselves. Y/N's boyfriend killed them. It totally backfired considering everyone treated the mentions of those three dead students as they were God herself. "Knock, knock!" Speak of the devil. "What, JD? I'm trying to study. If you haven't noticed, we've got finals coming up and I'd like to pass them," snapped Y/N. JD frowned and closed the window he had just came through in. "Y'know, Y/N, this much stress is just going to drive you mad." Y/N rolled her eyes and continued to try and grasp calculus. JD was silent for a few minutes before he appeared at her side with his signature smirk. "I could help you destress, y'know." Y/N nodded and JD quickly pushed everything off her desk. His arms wrapped around her waist and set her on the desk before quickly yanking off the gray joggers she wore. In another swift movement, Y/N's panties were thrown somewhere and JD's tongue was inside of her. Y/N gasped at the feeling of JD sucking at her folds. A hand tightly yanked at his hair. "Fuck- JD!" JD growled into her core, a hiccup of moans getting caught in Y/N's throat. JD hid no pride in knowing how fast he made her moan. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth, applying as much pressure as he could. Y/N could only tug at his hair and moan. It had been so long since she felt that familiar knot in her stomach. "You're the only person I'd fuck like this," growled JD. JD seemed to sense this because he moved his tongue even faster, lapping up all her juices. "Jason- oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N released and JD quickly cleaned her with his tongue as she rode out her orgasm. Soon, JD handed her the sweatpants she had been wearing when he first came in. "I'm going to go get you some food. Just relax until I get back," ordered JD. Y/N opened her mouth to protest but JD quickly added, "Please take a break, love. You're overworking yourself." Y/N sighed and pulled on her sweatpants. "I'm gonna miss you if you just leave now. Can I come with you?" asked Y/N. JD chuckled and held out a hand. "You're so clingy. I love it. I love you." Y/N squeezed his hand. "And I love you."

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ram Sweeney x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Dating HC's

Notes:

*Sigh*... I write regularly write for creeps like Freddy Krueger and Offenderman... and am one of the few tumblrs that write for Sheriff Hoyt romantically... and yet Kurt and Ram are my real guilty pleasure characters.

Anyway I hope someone other then me wanted this XDD I'm gonna do a Kurt one too.

Warnings: Some NSFW but not explicit.

Your song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)

He respects my space and never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother, talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable

...

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

You two as a TV/Movie/Book couple: Bianca Piper and Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Having the kind of relationship that no one else understands at all. Like, you have nothing in commen except commen history and your feelings for each other (Which are, on the other hand, totally clear to everyone) but when you're together you're always laughing and being affectionate.

Being in an on and off relationship throughout middle school and highschool- but never and I repeat; Never, is anyone permitted to mess with you at all. Because Ram always considers you his, even when you arent together.

So yeah, you always have 2 (Ram, and Kurt) large football star bodyguards at your disposal.

Being very playful together.

SOOOOoooooo much PDA. Including: Making out in the hallways and at school events like football games (You dont care who sees), sitting in his lap or at least squished close to his side at lunch, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you places, him giving you piggy back rides, him picking you up and twirling you around, him just standing behind you with his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder when he's bored (With everything but you), his arm being over your shoulders as you walk together, you wiping peanut butter on his nose to get a rise out of him and then running away so he'll chase you, you peppering his face with kisses to make him laugh, etc.

Having a turbulent relationship. Because while, when all is well you two are like peanut butter and jelly and seem like the perfect highschool sweethearts, when you arent it's because Ram has gotten really jealous over something and called you a terrible name (Skank, whore, slut, bitch- any of those) or you understandably got irritated by his bullying and/or being a perverted, sexist asshole and you have huge, blow out fights in the middle of school and by the end of the period the whole student body knows about it.

You give him the silent treatment and the cold shoulder after those (If you didnt break up, that is) and he sends Kurt to give you messages.

When you make up its because he sincerely apologises although he doesn't 100% understand what he did wrong which becomes part of the next fight.

As you've been together so very long, he is basically part of your fucking family. He's so familiar and casual with your parent/s and/or sibling/s. They love him so much that, whether you're with him at the time or not, they allow him into the house and your bedroom with a cup of tea and snacks. (Its the 'American dream' popular-boy / football-star thing.)

So yeah, sometimes when you're mad at him or he wants to get back together (Which generally you want to do, to. You honestly have the same biological timer. Its like, 3 weeks pass by of being broken up and then ding ding ding! You both get the feelings its time to get back together and start sharing grins in the hallway and talking to your friends about eachother) you'll just find him waiting for you in your room when you come home.

Hanging out a looooooot with Kurt. Movie nights at your place, hanging out at the mall together on weekends sneaking out to see them at the football field at night time, etc. When you're sad, they'll both turn up wherever you are to cheer you up, too! Goofballs.

This does not mean there arent times where Ram shoo's Kurt off, though, when you two want some alone time together (*Eyebrow wiggles*) because of course. I'm just saying, you're a close-knit group.

When you are alone together, not much changes from when you're around others honestly XD You're still just as playful and affectionate. You just, you know, also have sex.

When he's down, you rusk your graceful image and climb through his bedroom window to be there with him. You dont fuck, you dont even really kiss. You just climb into bed with him and he'll tuck you under his chin and close his eyes. Legit old married couple. And you two sleep- by morning, he usually feels better and refuses to let you get out of bed with him.

"Five more minutessssss, babe!" He whines, holding you against him and pressing kisses to your head. You know he'll just say that again in 5 minutes time- and over, and over, and over again.

"Oh- no. I've been caught in this trap before Ram. We have school, so we have to get up. Come on!" You push firmly at his stomach (or abs) with your fists; not that that does much as he just just groans or gathers your little wrists in one big fist to stop you (Either way he certainly doesn't even flinch). His eyes are still closed. You sigh.

Now you have two choices, you can either give in and snuggle back into him for the rest of the morning, or threaten to send an attack towards his groin and he'll literally fling himself outta bed. Like "OH LOOK AT THE TIME- Kurt's gonna be waiting for us outside. Lets go!"

There are also mornings that you wake up with him (No sad Ram the night before necessary) and are all too happy to stay there with him. You just adorably nod into his chest, eyes still closed and making the cutest half-asleep morning sound when he asks if you wanna stay here a bit longer and he happily pulls the blanket over both your heads; shielding you both from the real world for a while.

OKAY MOVING ON FROM THAT FLUFFINESS.

You are also the only person who has any sort of control over him and Kurt. Like you can take them down a few pegs with just a look.

You two do date other people when you're broken up but its clear to anyone watching that these are just nice place holders for eachother. Neither of you are ever as happy with others as you are with eachother. You're ridiculously in love, actually.

Ypu were the first one to say I Love You, and he immediately called Kurt for guidance XD

Places you've had sex (Because it is always the full monty with Ram): Both your bedrooms so so so many times, the school bathrooms, his car, Kurts car (Kurt was NOT pleased.), the back of the football field, under the bleachers during a game or pep rally (he was benched for being too violent) + under the bleachers during practise + under the bleachers when the football field is deserted, the back of the school, the faculty parking lot at school, Kurts and Heather Chandler's houses (Parties. Basically a Westerburg High party is not complete without Y/N L/N and Ram Sweeney breaking in someones bed), his parent's car, the woods, cow pasture (a picnic blanket was used), and finally some mall changing rooms.

You leave him messages on his answering machine. He listens to every one of them (Which means something because he doesnt listen to anyone elses, unless he's gotta get through them to get to yours).

Him being SUCH a jealous asshole (With everyone except Kurt).

HIM STANDING UP TO THE HEATHERS FOR YOU.

#PromKingAndQueen

Having Kurt "Smartest guy on the football team," Kelly be your (Occasionally, live in- yes, he has slept over with the two of you on the floor so he could break up fights) couples councellor. Often his advice is 'fuck it out' but he also comes up with oddly wise shit sometimes. Mostly he's just very exasperated though. Like, its obvious you two are gonna end up together- stop bothering me with this shit. Let me get some pussy for myself guys please-

You two getting a bit frisky on movie nights with Kurt and he throws stuff at you. He just starts bringing a pool noodle (That he drew an angry face onto) along with him and hitting y'all with it whenever he feels its necessary. Cuz I mean, on one hand, of course he's happy for his bro Ram that he's getting his dick wet, but on the other- ITS FUCKIN MOVIE NIGHT, PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER FOR T W O S E C O N D S (Oh the irony- it does indeed escape him). He'll park his ass right in the middle of you two if you keep it up.

If he had survived, you and Ram would have broken up after graduation and spent college apart, before bumping into each other again back home as new (Improved. Especially him) people that fit together better now and ended up getting back together for good.

[imaginethatneathuh]

The Sun: Mad Sweeney - American Gods

Mad Sweeney x friend!reader, romantic

At a coffee shop, you annoy Sweeney and he snaps so you drag him outside where he confesses.

Part of @dragon430′s Tarot Troop, edited by her as well.

Requested by @dreamers-wonderland -  /knee slides in The Sun with Mad Sweeney?????

CW: Mentions of potential violence and you annoying the fuck out of Sweeney.

Word count: 1.1+ K

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“O, O, O'REILLY’s AUTO PARTS!” You yell at the top of your lungs right into Mad Sweeney’s ear. Personally, you would have preferred to do the Red Robin jingle, but you did that yesterday and needed new material.

Mad Sweeney, more than a little hungover, groaned. “It’s too fucking early, Y/N. Go away, you chaotic fuck.” He tried to snuggle back into the sofa, but you had other plans.

You sucked in your lips, trying not to smile. “OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! Dow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow.  OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG! OOH EEH OOH AH AH TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG!”

“ALRIGHT, WILL YA QUIT YER YAPPIN’ ALREADY?” Sweeney shouted, snapping his head to the side, his upper body still resting on the sofa.

You snickered and smiled at him.

“Yer a menace, N/N,” he said. “A right fuckin’ menace.”

“It’s a glorious day, my redheaded friend! We should do something!” You bounced around, pulling at his jacket. “We could go to the park and throw bread at people who try to feed bread to the ducks! Or go for a swim in a public fountain! Or maybe-”

Sweeney cut you off. “It’s too fuckin’ early for this. I need a fuckin’ drink before we do anything at all.”

“It’s also too early in the mornin’ for that,” you said.

Sweeney groaned and face-planted back into the sofa. You, being you, started poking his face.

“Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney. Sweeney.” Between every call of his name, you poked him. “Sweeeeeeeneeeeey.”

You didn’t know when this started. When you’d started bothering him at every turn, just, generally, being chaotic and troublesome. But it sure was funny. And if he really hated it, he could just walk away.

Sweeney groaned and turnt his head. “I need fuckin’ coffee before I start dealin’ with ya, ya fuckin’ cunt.”

You grinned and bopped his nose.

•

“OH, she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes! Oh, she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes! She’ll be drivin’ six white horses--”

Sweeney clamped a hand over your mouth.

Wetting your tongue with as much saliva as possible, you start sticking your tongue out into his hand repeatedly, licking it like a cat licks their water bowl.

He pulled his hand away in disgust. It looked like he was getting ready to smack you.

“What the fuck is wrong with ya?” He asked. “Seriously? Why the fuckin’ hell would ya do that? I swear, yer battier than a fuckin’--”

An old lady with white hair muttered something. It was just loud enough for you to listen. “Big man like that. He oughta be ashamed of himself. Yellin’ at someone so sweet and innocent looking. Oh, that poor--”

He had enough of everyone in that moment. “How ‘bout you spend a day in my fuckin’ shoes. Deal with this--” he said, pointing at you. “--Little fucker for a day.”

The old lady glared at him then gestured to you. “They’re just a sweet, innocent little thing. And, you,” she said, pointing at him. “Are a brute.”

“Yeah, I’m sweet and innocent,” you said. The opportunity to fuck with him was right there. Of course, you’d take it.

Your false words fueled Sweeney’s rage. “Ya want a brute, I’ll show ya a brute!” He tried to get at the old lady, lunging forward and all that.

You were barely able to pull him back. “Nope, sorry, Sweeney, not today.” You push him toward the door and look back at the lady. “He’s a mess without his cuppa joe in the mornin’, ya know?”

As you meet Sweeney in the parking lot, you realize he isn’t just his usual angry. The look on his face screamed murder.

“Sweeney, come on, it was just a joke,” you said. “I know I’m not sweet and innocent, and you know I just do things to piss you off.”

“Ya do a lot more than piss me off! Ya make my life a living fuckin’ Hell, actually.” He neared you, a vein popping out of his neck. “I have no fuckin’ clue why da fuck I even hang ‘round you most of the time. Ya drive me fuckin’ mad, Y/N. Mad!” The tall man turnt his back to you and ran his hands through his hair. He seemed to be caught up in his thoughts as he stared into the sky. “It’s those stupid fuckin’ eyes, innit? And that laugh and smile.” He sighed and shook his head. “It’s just every fuckin’ thing about you.”

“What are you talking about, Mad?” You asked.

He looked over his shoulder at you. “You don’t see it, do you?” He asked. “You have no fuckin’ clue.”

“See what?”

“That I love you.”

Your jaw dropped. ‘When did that happen?’ You thought.

Then you thought back to this morning and remembered him staring at you as you rambled about the things you could do together. Then about the night prior and how he had called you on a payphone, asking you to come get him, and how he had fallen into your arms, nuzzling his head into your neck. It was sweet, and you had laughed, finding his action funny. You continued thinking about the past. About how he’d slip his hand into yours when he could. How he’d look at you when he thought you weren’t looking. How he’d call you late at night or just show up at your place whenever. It was so obvious now.

“Oh,” you whispered. “OH!”

Sweeney looked away, ashamed.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” You asked.

He shrugged.

You started moving side to side with a smirk, acting like you were dancing like Rick Astley. “We’re no strangers to looove. You know the rules and so. Do. Iiiii. A full commitment’s what I’m thinking of--” You sang before Sweeney stopped you.

Instead of putting his hand over your mouth again, he pulled you into a kiss, hands gripping your jacket. The force and passion behind it was intoxicating. You kissed back, setting your hands on his sides.

When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours and panted. The connection was nice, calming in a way.

“Y/N, don’t ya fuckin’ start with me,” he whispered.

You laughed. “Well, I’m happy. You?” 

Sweeney looked at you, a slight smile on his face and kindness (or was it love? You couldn’t tell) in his eyes. “I’m very fuckin’ happy,” he said. “But will ya please not be so fuckin’ annoyin’?”

“Nope!” You grinned, mischief on your mind.

[katsuflossy]

Their S/o Doing the Sweeney Todd challenge with Them

Pairings: Bakugo x reader, Todoroki x reader, Kaminari Denki x reader, Sero Hanta x reader

A/N: So sorry for not dropping any content this week. College is super time consuming and as I said before I hardly have time to wipe my ass. But I hope you guys enjoy this lil thang 😁

Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate

💥 Oh, brother,...may the element of surprise help you with this one.

💥 The last time you did a TikTok around him you had the nerve “accidentally” hit him with your bag. Mans almost skinned your ass if you didn’t pay him in a bunch of hugs and all the sorts.

💥 So you decide to do the kissing Sweney Todd challenge with him at the table. You propped your phone and mans was not having it knowing that you’re doing another Tiktok around him.

💥 “(Y/n) put that phone down, I ain’t fucking doing it.”

💥“Please Kastu, this one isn't as bad as the last one.” 

💥 “I don’t fucking care I don’t want to be in your Tiktok shitty woman-” Little did he know you already set the timer and the song began as he was yapping his mouth off. 

💥 The first kiss had the man looking like a freeze-frame. He said: 

💥 After every kiss, his tomato face percentage raised higher. And then the lyrics I- do you want his heart to go into cardiac arrest.

💥 Could’ve been a game fr: How red can the Katsuki turn.

💥 The goo-goo eyes you’re sending him ain’t helping either.

💥 After the Tiktok ran out, mans was still on the mannequin challenge (ugh 2016 come back 2020 is mad ghetto)

💥 He turns to you, blush subsided to only his cheeks and ears, and said:

💥 “Well, why’d ya stop? You missed a couple lyrics the first time.”

🧊 He’s an old man. Denki had to download Tiktok for him (he ain’t got no privacy settings in goddamn phone at all so Denki went straight to download it and some other stuff 👀)

🧊 His fyp lacks so much flavor like 😷 

🧊 You had to step in to manage the account.

🧊 “Shouto, where’s the flavor in this? i don’t taste anything! i don’t taste sugar, honey, cinnamon, nutmeg-”

🧊 So when you set up the phone and told him to get into the frame, he thought it was just one of those “put a finger down” vids he’s seen. 

🧊 Show this man some black tiktok creators please 😑

🧊 Three stages he goes through when you’re pecking his cheek, the one right under the scar

🧊 Stage 1: Freeze frame, stage 2: He actually freezes...like his other check had ice attached to it. And stage 3: He blushes and returns one peck back while you’re saying the last parts of the song. 

🧊 Shoto, stahp you make my heart be on x games mode.

🧊 You post it and the comments are either coping over the cuteness of the vid or simping over Shoto EVEN THOUGH you’re literally kissing the boy

🧊 Consider privating it.

🎆 He’s friends with Denki bro he knows Tiktok 

🎆 But all the training he’s doing he can hardly keep up with new trends unless its the super popular ones Denki rounds up everyone to do.

🎆 You said you want to do a Tiktok, he doesn’t care but he’ll do anything for you

🎆 The music start and the man already know this shit sounds familiar.

🎆 Started smirking like Sweeney Todd himself while staring at you pecking his cheek.

🎆 After all them pecks, he turns to you slowly, looking you straight in the eye before pulling you into a hot  makeout session.

🎆 While he pounced on you, boy knocked over the phone. The phone was still recording after and all the camera could see was Hitoshi’s purple hair.

🎆 Comments kept saying yall took that shit to the bedroom 👀 ...I’ll leave it up to your imagination.

⚡️ Man stop playing wit my boy. He on straight tiktok, alt tiktok, black tiktok and the rest.

⚡️ So he knew it was the Sweney Todd sound as soon as that first note hit.

⚡️ I hc he knows tiktok sounds by the first beat and has never been incorrect once. 

⚡️ You couldn’t even reach his cheek because he turned his head to meet you in a nice smooch.

⚡️ Girl you’re so  shocked, couldn’t even finish the whole challenge so he took over for you.

⚡️ Lip syncing the song perfectly, pecking your lips the exact moments when he should and giving you award-winning acting at the end of it. While you’re still in a state of shock.

⚡️ Hold up… ain’t this supposed to be your tiktok?

⚡️ Doesn’t matter because you posted it and now y’all are at the top of the sound 😊.

🩹 Mans versed in his TikTok. 

🩹 Like Denki, his fyp is just a jump from one section of tiktok to the next.

🩹 Sooo yeah he knows the Sweeney Todd sound

🩹 You had to catch him at the right time cause he’s one that doesn’t like to do tiktoks (Kaminari always ropes him in tho)

🩹 He’s lying on the couch, too distracted by his switch to see you setting up your phone before clicking the timer. 

🩹 The sound of the timer gives him PTSD because all the tiktoks Denki puts him in are either pranks or dances.

🩹 Pleasantly surprised when your head popped up over the arm of the couch.

🩹 “What are you doing?” You threw him a reassuring smile.

🩹 “Just trust me, love”

🩹 The song starts and Sero is calmed to not hear “I MAKE A MOTHERFUCKA SAY OH YEAH” or any of the “my way or da high way” shits.

🩹 He’s the embodiment of a fire truck the way his face is red cause you’re peppering his forehead with all these kisses (i’m so lonely man).

🩹 As soon as you’re singing the last part he brings down your lips to his, snatching your breath away the minute they came in contact with one another.

🩹 He lets you go to sing the very last part of the sound but staring into your eyes, forgetting that ya’ll are on camera.

🩹 Basically the all the comments under that post: 🛥🛥🛥🛥

[jamilelucato]

2. Candy Store [hog. heathers]

Summary: This story is based on Heathers, the musical. It’s set in Hogwarts, back in the last year Tom Riddle studied there. Y/N is a Ravenclaw student.

Pairing: Tom Riddle x reader (later on)

Heathers Series || Musical Hogwarts List A/N: If you wanna be tagged, ask! There are references in this that probably don’t match the period so please forgive me and let it slide. This is short but next ones are bigger, I promise!

Tag List: @just-an-outstanding-auror @starcrossedyanderes @doctorriddle​ @cchris-a @truly-insatiable​

Life at Hogwarts was beautiful. You couldn’t remember how was it like before you had befriended the Heathers.

The four of you walked together everywhere, and because of them, people now noticed you. They would say hi, they’d give you candy. You had even received love letters — but no guy who did it was quite interesting.

The Heathers were complexed people, more than you could have ever imagined.

Heather McNamara was such a sweet and caring girl, but also an evil little thing if someone messed with her. Heather Duke was incredibly smart, even though she prefered to play dumb around cute guys and Heather Chandler. You couldn’t understand why would someone pretend to be stupid, but she never liked you much, so you never asked why.

Heather Chandler, however, was the exact same persona as the one she played around the rest of the students. She was a bitch, filled with mean words inserted in neutral comments. You’d think she could be complimenting you if you didn’t pay much attention to the real significance behind her phrases.

It was starting to be a bit hard to be a good student and a popular girl, so many times than you’d like to admit, you were avoiding Myrtle. It wasn’t with bad intentions, it’s just ‘cause you had no free time anymore.

At first, you two would gossip about the Heathers all night, but then you started needing the nights to study, and then for partying... Life was a mess, and you really didn’t want to drown Myrtle with you.

You’ve started noticing that the Heathers were generally mean for no reason at all. They’d make fun of nerdy boys and laugh at fat girls just because they existed, and that was making you uncomfortable, but you never said a thing because you didn’t think it was really your place to stop them.

Until one day...

“Y/N, could you write something for me?” H. Chandler asked, sitting down next to you at a table in the Library.

The other two Heathers followed her lead.

“Sure. Another forgery?” you asked since that was basically all they asked you to write because the Heathers knew you are good at it.

“Yes,” Chandler confirmed with a smirk. “Are you familiarized with Ram’s handwriting?”

“Ram Sweeney? From Gryffindor?” you asked, just to make sure you were on the same page.

“The one,” validated H. Duke, chuckling.

That was going to be an easy one. You knew all about Ram because of Myrtle. She couldn’t shut up about the bo — they were neighbours since babies and Myrtle had hopes he fancied her back. You highly doubted but never mentioned.

Heather Chandler gave you a piece of paper. “Write: I want you to come to the Gryffindor party this Saturday because it is time that you know how much I love you. We were meant for each other from the beginning, and I want to be with you. Please come to the party.”

While she dictated, you wrote it in your best attempt of copying Ram’s writing. It still seemed a little weird — Ram was dumb, he would never speak to someone like that, but who were you to complain.

It was going to be one hell of prank. Poor girl.

“What’s the name?” you asked, closing the paper and preparing to write the name of the girl.

The three Heathers exchanged looks before bursting into laughter.

“Myrtle Warren,” said Heather Duke.

You stopped writing at the ‘y’. “What?”

Heather Chandler leaned closer to you.

“Just write, y/N,” she whispered in a very harsh tone. You gulped, finishing the name in the paper.

“You are not going to give this to her, are you?”

The Slytherin Heather laughed while the Gryffindor one simply smiled.

“No, I’m gonna keep it,” mocked Chandler. “Of course I’m gonna give it to her.”

And with that, Chandler stole the paper from your hands before you could say something.

“Heather, please don’t do it,” you said, getting up from your chair and following the Gryffindor around.

“Chill, y/N. It’s gonna be fun.”

“It’s gonna hurt Myrtle. Please don’t do it,” you asked again, this time attempting to steal the paper from her hands.

H. Chandler, who was finding everything funny, broke her smile and stared with a killer look at you. She walked away with McNamara on her side, and H. Duke was laughing at your face while you stood paralyzed.

H. Chandler was going to kill you for that. Damn it, what were you thinking??

You sat back at your chair, facing the Library’s door, hoping H; Chandler would come back with the letter still in her hands and saying she wasn’t going to do it.

That was not what happened, however.

She returned with a mad face, no paper in hands. Heather Duke smiled triumphantly, she was hoping for your downfall from the beginning. Only Heather McNamara didn’t look too excited. She had grown into liking you.

“Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?” Chandler asked, raising her brows. She wasn’t afraid someone would scold her for the volume because no one would have the guts. “You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch. But I’m feeling nice, here’s some advice. Listen up, biotch!”

You tried to get up from the chair, to explain yourself, but Heather Duke didn’t let you.

“I like lookin’ hot, buying stuff they cannot. I like drinkin’ hard, maxin’ Dad’s credit card. I like skippin’ gym, scaring her, screwing him,” Heather Chandler’s voice echoed, but she seemed oblivious to the other students listening. “I like killer clothes—”

“And kickin’ nerds in the nose!” added Heather McNamara, with a smirk.

“If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls. Let your mommy fix you a snack,” that wasn’t the first time they mentioned your mom with a mocking tone. They hated your pureblood status.

“Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke, in my Porsche with the quarterback,” continued Heather Chandler, getting closer to you.

“Time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore,” said Heather Duke, ruffling the sleeves of her green coat.

You gulped. What did they want you to do? There was any chance you could get away from them alive?

Gosh, how fast your popularity could be destroyed!

“Guys fall at your feet, pay the check—”

“—Help you cheat,” McNamara added for Duke.

“All you have to do is say goodbye to Shamu,” Heather Chandler looked at you deep in the eyes. It was more than a suggestion. It was an order — popularity or your best friend.

“That freak’s not your friend. I can tell in the end if she had your shot, she would leave you to rot!” said Heather McNamara, hoping she was making your decision easier.

The Hufflepuff Heather was sometimes unaware of the cruelty of her friends.

“‘Course if you don’t care,” she continued, noticing you were still confused about your options.“Fine! Go braid her hair. Maybe Sesame Street is on.”

Her tone had caught you by surprise.

“Or forget that creep and get in my jeep. Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn,” said Heather Duke, raising her left brow, finally letting go of your shoulders since she was holding you down in the chair from the beginning.

“Honey, whatchu waitin’ for?” asked Heather Chandler, smiling innocently. “You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.”

“You can join the team, or you can bitch and moan,” said Duke.

“You can live the dream, or you can die alone,” said McNamara.

“You can fly with eagles or if you prefer,” Heather Chandler unbuttoned her red suit, placing her hands on her hips. “Keep on testing me and end up like her,” she whispered the last part, opening a space so your friend Myrtle could walk in as if the Heathers knew she would look for you eventually.

Perhaps they were the ones to suggested it to Myrtle.

Your lifelong best friend passed through the Heathers with an uncertain look, but she smiled when her eyes caught yours.

“Y/N, look! Ram invited me to the Gryffindor party! This proves he’s been thinking about me!”

“Colour me stoked!” you swallowed before pretending to be surprised.

“I’m so happy!” she exclaimed, before walking away from you and the Heathers.

Heather Chandler watched the whole conversation with steady eyes, analyzing every word you said.

You got up from the chair and walked towards the Heathers, who waited next to a book shelve.

“So? I did what you asked; I said nothing to Myrtle,” you said, frowning in despair.

“Well, then, welcome to my candy store,” said Heather Chandler with a weird smile.

That was enough for Heather McNamara, who jumped to your neck, hugging you with all her strength. She was happy Chandler forgave you. In the other hand, Heather Duke said nothing before walking away.

Heather Chandler stepped away at a slow speed. She looked you up and down.

“You are dead,” she declared, whispering, and she smiled like a villain from an old movie as if she had not just said the most aggressive thing ever.

[random-imagines-blog]

Disarm {Shadow Moon x Sibling!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2541 Summary: Wednesday is on a mission to pull you and Shadow apart. Neither you, nor Shadow, or having any of that.

“And that is why I don’t think y/n should come with us, Shadow.” Wednesday seemed to enjoy speaking to your brother as if you weren’t there. As if you weren’t in the booth beside the tall, muscular man who had been your best friend since the day that you had been adopted by his wonderful mother. He had been messing with the climates of your relationship, trying to make things stormy when things were set to be clear. Trying was the key word here. You looked to your brother, and he looked to you, and you knew what he was going to say in response. And you were proud to have such a loyal brother - one who knew that you were better with him than without. One who wasn’t going to leave you at home because you were a ‘weirdo’. A freak. Even the Gods seemed to look at you like that - mainly the old ones. You would think that after hundreds, even thousands of years, there would be nothing that would surprise them. Let alone someone like you, who defined themselves as nonbinary.

“No,” Shadow said with a shrug, completely dismissing everything that Wednesday had said. “I’m not leaving them behind.”

You looked at the old man across from you with a smug expression. You didn’t like him from the start. He had an untrustworthy air. Him and his friends. You thought that Mad Sweeney was a bit funny, and Ostera was a wonderful woman but everyone else, you could take or leave. When he had offered Shadow a job, he took it with a couple of conditions. One of those was that you would accompany him. He had just lost his wife. He wasn’t willing to part with the only other person that he had left. Which was you. And since you had nothing else going on, just a dead-end job in a town that you didn’t care for, you found it easy to pack up and snooze in the back of the car while driving down the dusty highways of the country.

“Now, now, Shadow, don’t be hasty,” The man said, bringing his mug up to his lips. He looked small in that moment, and there was a glint in his eye that you weren’t fond of. This was an old God who was used to getting his way. And for the first time, someone was fighting back. He probably hadn’t expected that someone to be his son.

“I’m not being hasty,” Shadow said, quickly retorting back. “I’ve thought about it, and my answer is fuck you.”

“Shadow...” Wednesday said, a warning in his voice. You leaned forward, grabbing a couple of the sugars out of the little canister, and started to juggle them, getting the attention away from your brother.

“We’ve made it this far together,” You said, trying to reason. Poking the bear wouldn’t help anyone out in this situation. You’ve already tried that before, and ended up getting hurt because of it. “And we’ve done alright, wouldn’t you say? Okay, maybe there was a famine and Laura is back from the dead and the bullet guy is dead but we’re alive and we’re doing alright. We got a good thing going here. Let’s just keep it that way and not give each other anymore grief.”

“Bit late for that,” Shadow said, folding his hands in front of him and looked out the window. You glared at him - his input was usually nice, but now he was just stirring the pot.

“I just don’t want to see y/n get hurt,” Wednesday said, clapping to get Shadow’s attention back. “And if she-”

“They,” You corrected for the dozenth time today.

“- keeps following us around and getting involved in the war, it’s going to happen eventually. Remember Vulcan?”

You winced at the memory of the bullet God. You were glad that he was dead, thrown into the fire to become what he loved so much. Because of him, you had ended up getting shot. You and your damn mouth, getting you into trouble all the time. It hadn’t been a particularly dangerous shot, since it missed your arteries, but it still had hurt like a bitch. It was still wrapped up, underneath the frumpy sweater that you were wearing to keep yourself rather low-key.

“If you had given us any warning about what we were getting ourselves into, maybe it wouldn’t have happened,” Shadow said, still in a mood. The conversation took a lull for a moment as the waitress came around and put our heaping plates in front of us. I thanked her with a smile, then waited until she walked away to interject.

“Yeah, maybe if we weren’t with someone who had as many enemies, I might not have gotten shot.” You pointed out, looking pointedly at the old man across from you.

“Maybe if he had been looking where he was going-” Wednesday started to say again.

“They!” You jumped up, slamming your hands down on the table. “What is so difficult about they that you can’t understand? You’re ancient. You know a lot of words. Say this one with me. Th - ey. They.”

Wednesday gave you a dirty look which came through his bad eye as well as his good. You weren’t intimidated by him, though. He was an old God with old powers. He needed Shadow, and if he were to kill you, Shadow would not co-operate. It was as simple as that.

The restaurant had gone quiet at your outburst, but when you gave them nothing more to stare at, they cultivated their own conversations up to a peasant murmur once more. You lowered yourself back down onto the booth, and Shadow put his hand between your shoulders to keep you from jumping up again. And you noticed him subtly moving objects such as the napkin rack out of the way so you couldn’t hurl them at Wednesday’s head.  Probably a good idea.

You distracted yourself with the food that was put in front of you. The usual greasy diner fare you had gotten used to during this road trip.

“Y/N is staying with us,” Shadow said, leaving no room for disagreement on the matter. “There’s no reason that you can give that’s good enough.”

You stuck your tongue out at Wednesday, playing a not so tactile card, but you were just so pleased to be getting your way. He put his hands up in surrender, though he still had a calculating look on his face. “Fine - fine, if that is what you want, Shadow, that is what you’ll get.”

“Why does it feel like we just made a deal with an evil genie?” You asked Shadow.

“They prefer to be called Djinn-” Wednesday cut in as Shadow nodded.

“Oh, so you’re all about what they prefer to be called. But I don’t matter enough to have my own pronouns respected? Rude, Wednesday. Rude.”

-

You lounged in the backseat of the Wednesday’s car, back against the door, and feet up on the seat. The God kept fiddling with the dial, and then set it onto some jazz croner who gave you an instant headache.

“Do you know any enchantments, Wednesday?” You asked, playing with the seatbelt strap. He turned around to look at you, his eyes shielded by the ridiculous straw hat that he was wearing on his head.

“Why?” He questioned, since you rarely ever asked him anything.

“Is there one to make me temporarily deaf? Because this song is seriously causing me some pain. A bit of hearing loss wouldn’t go amiss.”

“Ask and you shall-” Odin started, but Shadow cut him off.

“Do not deafen y/n,” He ordered. “And stop complaining back there. I’ve heard the music you listen to. This is a gift compared to that.”

You crossed your arms and side dramatically, hanging your head backwards against the window.

“Bored, bored, bored,” You muttered under your breath, tapping the back of your head against the glass with each mention of the word. “Are there any attractions or something on this road? Like a museum? Or a hot dog shack? Bro, we gotta get a couple of footlongs. Road trips are nothing without the dogs. I don’t even know how we survived this long without them.”

“We’re not making a stop until we get to the destination,” Wednesday said, pulling the hat down over his eyes, clearly ready to take a snooze.

“We’re not making a stop until we get to the destination,” You mocked. Wednesday didn’t give you a response, so you had no fuel left to throw on the fire. Maybe taking a nap wasn’t such a bad idea. The beds in the motels that you’ve been staying in were lumpy. And they were the sort that took quarters in order to vibrate so you really hadn’t felt comfortable staying on them. You had laid out some of your clothes on top of the bedspread and slept on them, trying to make a barrier between yourself and the bacteria. It hadn’t worked very well.

-

You woke up an hour later, though there was no noise that had roused you. Rather, the car had come to a complete stop. You looked around to see that you were still in the middle of nowhere, but there was a stall up ahead. A woman was selling berries. In the middle of nowhere.

Shadow unclicked his seatbelt and was starting to get out of the car. You grabbed at his shoulder and tried to keep him in place but he looked like he didn’t hear you. You hurried out through your own door and circled ahead of him, walking backwards so he wouldn’t bump into you. “What happened to no stops?” You asked.

“I’m hungry,” He said, his broad frame catching up to you quickly, and then passing you. You had to jog to keep up.

“You do realize this is suspicious as hell, right? Look at where we are. It’s all ... fields. There are no berrybushes or anything around here. Where did she get them, and why is she selling them here, where no one drives?”

“You’re being paranoid,” Shadow said. You noticed, though, that he was looking straight ahead, his eyes never deviating. Right at the woman in the sundress on the side of the road who was beckoning for both of you to come closer. You shook your head - this was too damn weird.

“I’m serious Shadow,” You said, sensing that something wasn’t right here. Wednesday was no help, he was still napping in the passenger seat of the car. You could see him from where you were standing. “This sounds like a bad greek tale or something. I don’t trust it. I’ll buy you all you want to eat at the next rest stop, just please, get back in the car.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Shadow said, nudging you aside to go up to the woman. You turned around to take the sight of her in and - and she was beautiful. Not like a supermodel with angular features, but someone who just seemed to radiate love and life. Voluptious. Dimples. A great smile. Silky hair. The brightest eyes that you had ever seen.

“Come on sugar, don’t you want to try some fresh berries?” She asked, holding out a basket of blueberries.

You had to shake your head to release yourself from the temptation. It wasn’t all that hard. For you, it was a split second of hunger, and the thought of a pie. It was an easy temptation to get rid of. But Shadow was giving in - giving in way too easily. You never actually saw him eat berries before, so this was extremely suspicious. Trying to get him to return to the car with your words was clearly not working.

So you acted a little hastily. Rather than try to pull Shadow away, which would be damn near impossible given the size of him, you turned to the woman. She was smiling at you, trying to entice you to take a berry. Shadow was reaching inside of the basket, and pulled out one that looked perfectly ripe. Perfectly round.

You thrust your arms up under the basket, pushing hard on the bottom of it, making the woman jolt. She let go of the basket in surprise, and the berries flew into the air, then scattered on the ground around the three of you. “Look at what you did!” The woman screamed, falling onto her knees. It was like a curtain had been pulled, and light was seeping through - for you and Shadow were able to see more clearly now. The once beautiful woman was an old crone. Really like something out of Grimm brothers. Shadow pulled back in a dazed disgust, and looked around him.

“Where are we?” He asked, holding his head.

“Never mind that, get in the car, go, go, go!” You said, rushing him, pushing his back. He stared to jog back towards the car, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the stall. The woman was still on the ground, screeching, trying to put all of the berries back into her basket. You didn’t have much time before she would have collected them all. You had to get out of here.

You threw yourself into the backseat, and you didn’t have time to put your seatbelt on before Shadow was pressing down on the gas pedal and getting you the hell out of there.

“What happened?” Wednesday grunted, pulling the hat up from over his eyes.

“I don’t know,” Shadow said, still confused. He adjusted the rearview mirror but you popped your head up to try to block him from seeing out the back.

“Don’t even look, Shads,” You warned. “She might have all her berries back in her basket.”

“Rickity old stall?” Wednesday guessed.

“You know it?”

“It means that they know where we’re going and which way that we’re taking,” Wednesday said gloomily. “Good on you, Shadow, for not giving into the temptation. Many people have fallen-”

“You’re giving him all the credit? Really?” You asked, completely in disbelief. “He was over there like Narcissus to a mirror! I was the one who stopped it by hitting the damn basket.”

“It’s true,” Shadow agreed. “Y/N saw right through it.”

Wednesday didn’t say anything for a long moment. You didn’t think that he was going to at all. You just settled right back into the seat, looking through the windshield at the long road ahead.

“I guess you should continue with us then,” He said. You knew it was hard for the old God to admit any sort of defeat, so maybe you would let it go graciously..

Nah.

“In your face, sucker,” You said with a smirk.

[catchmeifyoureallycan]

Sheet Music - Musicals

Just a disclaimer, I found these looking through tumblrs, Googling them, or people have sent them to me. This is just me compiling a list for everyone to enjoy and use.

Note: If you notice that any of the links are broken, or you just found sheet music that I don’t have, please send me a message!

Songbooks

Cole Porter Songbook

Another Broadway Songbook

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9 to 5 (Piano/Vocals)

13

25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee (Broadway)

35MM (Vocal Selections)

A

A Chorus Line (Complete Score)

A Little Night Music

A Year With Frog and Toad

The Addams Family (13 songs - Songbook)

Aida (Song Book)

Aladdin (Piano/Vocal; Disney film)

All Shook Up

American Idiot

Anastasia

Annie (Full Score)

Annie Get Your Gun (1999 Revival)

Anything Goes (Conductor’s Score)

The Apple Tree

Assassins

Avenue Q

A Very Potter Musical

B

Bare (Vocal Score)

Bat Boy (Piano/Conductor)

Beauty & the Beast

Beautiful

Be More Chill

Big Fish

Billy Elliot

Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson

Bonnie and Clyde (Complete Score/ Sheet Music)

Book of Mormon

Bridges of Madison County

Brigadoon

Bring It On

Bye Bye Birdie (Complete Score)

C

Cabaret

Carousel

Carrie (Broadway)

Catch Me If You Can (Piano/Vocal Selections)

Chicago

Children of Eden (Piano/Conductor)

Cinderella (Rodgers & Hammerstein)

The Color Purple (Broadway)

Company

Crazy For You

D

Damn Yankees (Revival)

Dogfight

Dracula

Dreamgirls

Drowsy Chaperone (Broadway)

E

Evita (Vocal Selections)

F

Falsettos

Fame the Musical

The Fantasticks (Full Score)

Fiddler on the Roof

First Date

Footloose (Score)

The Full Monty

Funny Girl

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

G

A Gentlemen’s Guide to Love and Murder

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Ghost

Godspell

Grease

Guys and Dolls

Gypsy

H

Hair (Piano Conductor’s Score)

Hairspray

Hamilton (Piano/Vocals)

Heathers (2014 score)

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Hello Dolly

Hercules (Disney,Complete Book)

How To Succeed (Vocal Score)

Hunchback of Notre Dame   Part 1   Part 2

I

In the Heights

Into the Woods (Piano/Conductor Score)

J

Jane Eyre

Jekyll & Hyde (Piano/Conductor Score)

Jesus Christ Superstar

Jersey Boys

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat

K

King & I

Kinky Boots (Vocal Selections)

Kiss Me Kate (Revival)

L

La Cage Aux Folles (Complete Score)   Part 1   Part 2

La Traviata

The Last Five Years (2002)

Legally Blonde

Les Miserables

The Light in the Piazza (Piano/Vocal)

Lion King

The Little Mermaid (Disney Movie)

The Little Mermaid (Broadway)

A Little Princess

Little Shop of Horrors (Broadway)

Little Women

Love Never Dies

M

Man of la Mancha

Mamma Mia

Mary Poppins (Broadway)

Matilda

Memphis

Merrily We Roll Along

Miss Saigon (Piano/Vocal Score)

Music Man

My Fair Lady

The Mystery of Edwin Drood

N

Newsies (Piano/Vocal Selections)

Next to Normal

Nightmare Before Christmas (Disney Movie)

Nine

O

Oklahoma!

On A Clear Day You Can See Forever

Once

Once on this Island

Once Upon A Mattress

Ordinary Days

P

Pajama Game

Parade

Pipe Dream

Pippin

Pirate Queen (Piano/Conductor Score)

Pirates of Penzance

The Producers

Q

R

Ragtime

Reefer Madness

Rent

Rocky the Musical

S

The Scottsboro Boys

The Secret Garden

Seussical

She Loves Me

Show Boat

Shrek

Side Show

Singing in the Rain

Sister Act (Broadway)

Sound of Music (Broadway)

South Pacific

Spamalot

Spiderman - Turn off the Dark

Spring Awakening

Sunday in the Park With George

Sweeney Todd

Sweet Charity

T

Tarzan

Tick Tick Boom

[Title of Show] (Libretto)

Thoroughly Modern Millie

U

Urinetown

V

Violet

W

Wedding Singer

West Side Story

Wicked

The Wild Party (Andrew Lippa)

The Wiz

Wonderland

X

Xanadu

Y

A Year with Frog and Toad

You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown

Young Frankenstein

Z

[multifandom--imagine]

(@bisarcastic ❤)

Pairing: Sweeney x male!reader

(English is not my mother language, so sorry for any grammatical errors)

If you had to describe your life in one word, you could call it normal. You are a boy of good family, you study at an excellent college and your grades are absolutely excellent, you have a loving girl and many friends. Yes, luck has always turned on your side, even the most skeptical people became a little superstitious when they listened to your story.

But even if all your friends constantly ask you what your secret of success is, you never had the courage to reveal it. They would have taken you for a fool. It was obvious that part of your work was not your bag of flour, but every so often in your life who doesn’t need a hand?

Your mom has always told you since you were little some legends about leprechauns and how they brought good luck if their believers repaid them with some bread and some warm milk. And it seems quite absurd but you blindly believed in these fables, but above all you had the concrete proofs of their existence, because the food you left in your window was eaten by someone every night! Your mother justified this by saying that the food was eaten by the neighbor’s cat, but you never got discouraged.

Everything changed when one day the hot milk and the bread you left in your window were not eaten by anyone. You would have lied if you felt your heart crack slightly. But your courage didn’t stop fighting, you left that food again and again on the window, until at the end of that week and with the same result, you decided to give up. No leprechaun had come to see you and leave you some of his luck…What if your mother was right? If it was all fruit of your imagination?

And so you would have remained to regret if it hadn’t been for your group of trusted friends who invited you to a neighborhood pub, to drink a beer all together, between laughter and jokes. You accepted even if reluctantly, probably an evening of fun would have turned you away from negative thoughts and sad. So after having dressed quickly with a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, you went out to the meeting place.

The evening seemed to pass so slowly, that you would have given the gold of the world in order to be able to have fun as your companions could do, luckily your girlfriend had not come, she would have started to ask too many questions, to which you could not have given no answer … You just wanted to know why that “magic” had suddenly ceased, had you done something wrong? Were you crazy and just? Why was it so difficult to understand? By letting out a heavy sigh you walked away from your group of friends to approach the bar to order yet another glass of coca-cola, you didn’t love drinking very much and you were not ashamed to admit it. The barman was so busy that he didn’t even realize your raised hand, which was begging for his drink … ah that night was really unlucky.

“A glass of whiskey for me and a coca-cola flat for the brat next to me” said a husky masculine voice beside you. A tall, muscular man sat to your left, leaning his elbows heavily on the counter. Your eyes studied him with astonishment, while with as much astonishment you realized that the barman had begun to prepare your drinks. The man turned his gaze on yours and frowned, giving you a bold smile. For a moment you felt a sensation of goose bumps all over your body. “Oh come on (y/n) don’t look at me with that mistreated child’s look, I know exactly what you like” said the red-haired man, taking his glass of whiskey in his hand, drinking it all at once.

“H-How do you know my name?” You asked stammering, and if he was a…stalker?

“Ah…little petulant human, I know all about you, ever since you were tall like this” the man replied with a slight laugh as he indicated the height of his calves.

“You…You are crazy, you have a second attempt to explain to me how you know me before I call the police!” You exclaimed defensively. The red-haired man snorted bored, rolling his eyes.

“Oh fuck please don’t even call them the cops, I went out by miracle from the fucking police station…” he commented with a tired and nervous tone “I remembered you more kindly” he admitted, snapping his tongue on the palate.

Without hesitating another second you got up from your stool and with a firm step you started out of the pub, looking for any signal to be able to call the police or 911. You were about to activate the call, when suddenly a wide hand and strong, he tore your cell phone out of your hands, throwing it to the ground and breaking it into a thousand pieces. “Really (y/n)? Is that how you became, a hysterical pussy ready to ask for help and squawk like a fucking chicken?” said the red-haired man with an angry tone. "You know? I thought I’d come looking for you tonight, to apologize for my absence, for not having eaten the good food you had prepared me with so much affection the previous evenings, for not having supported you with my luck. But do you know what it is? fuck you, fuck you, your fucking prayers and your fucking hot milk and bread”

Did the words of that stranger leave you blown away, luck? Bread and milk? It was not possible… “You are…a leprechaun?” He asked in a whisper for fear of having misunderstood everything, there was probably some strange drug in that coca-cola. “Fuck! Bingo we have Mr intelligence!” the leprechaun replied bitterly “You also want a kiss and hug, so you feel more special?” “You know what? after all I don’t mind at all that you disappeared, I don’t even want luck from an asshole like you!" you screamed at the man with contempt, blinded by nervousness, while turning heels you went to your house.

Sweeney clenched his hands in two fists, to see you walk away from him was something that gripped him, his worst nightmare. How could he tell you that he had lost his lucky coin? And that without it he couldn’t have given you everything you needed? Well, what could he do …? In the end you were tied to him just for something selfish, you just wanted some luck and success, and what would the poor leprechaun hold in his hands if he lost both his powers and you?

As soon as you got home you locked the door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake your parents. You sat on the bed and bringing your hands in your hair, you were immersed in your thoughts. Your emotions were a mix of adrenaline and anxiety, happiness and anger. Was it all true then? Did leprechauns exist, like so many other supernatural creatures ?!

"The last time I saw you like this was because you were afraid of thunderstorms as a child, (y/n)” you suddenly looked up at the imposing figure of Sweeney, who leaned his back against the wall.

“Jesus Christ! How did you get in?” you asked awkwardly.

"Nah, I’m better than that hippie” Sweeney commented, licking his lips. “It’s no use hiding it, I know you want to know why I’ve been missing for weeks…but I doubt you’ll like the answer, brat” he added suddenly serious, catching your attention.

“Then talk..”

“I fucked up (y / n), I lowered my guard in a fight with an idiot named Shadow Moon and now my source of luck is in the hands of his bitchy-wife…” the leprechaun said, getting closer towards you, to then kneel beside the bed so as to stand on your same height.

“Without my luck, I can’t fulfill your desires…I can’t protect you and without my lucky coin the people around me die like flies…if I lose you…I will never forgive myself” he admitted sighing heavily. “I can’t lose you too, I don’t want to be the cause of your death, rather I prefer to let you go, but aware that your life will not become a disaster”

There is a moment of silence, and while you stand still on the reflections you hear, Sweeney took the opportunity to stand up and walk away from you. How to think about how to deal with future suffering? How to think that the small gestures they make for him every day from your thirst for luck?

“Even if your delicacy of a bison, I feel that you are not a danger to me…”

“Sure? But come on (y/n)…There is no future with me…" the man said, scratching his head and biting his lip as he looked at you” In my centuries-old existence few people have entered my heart and the I lost…all of them…you are part of my heart (y/n)“ those words made you roll your eyes "And I love you and it scares the hell out of me" he admitted with a small smile with his fragile voice.

"What do you?” You asked incredulously.

“Ah (y/n) don’t lie to me, you asked me for a girlfriend so you won’t be fooled by your friends. Do you think I don’t know about your bisexuality, brat?”Sweeney said with an amused laugh.

It was really incredible…that leprechaer knew everything and everything about you even your most intimate and secret secrets.

“I know you would never be able to feel any feelings for a being like me anyway, so now that I told you the fuck you like, I take the trouble off” Sweeney concluded as he walked to the window.

No, you didn’t want him to leave, not now that your heart was beating mad, he had abandoned you once and you didn’t want it to happen again. Your arms wrapped around your chest as your face sank into his muscular back.

“Please…stay with me” you whispered timidly as your heart took control of your mind. You could feel that even the heart of the red-haired man had started beating quickly “I promise to cook you the warm milk and the best bread in the world” you add almost to corrupt him and in fact Sweeney let slip yet another sly laugh.

So without thinking about it much, he broke the embrace and turned to you with a smirk he said “Well if you tell me this way, I could do a little thought of it” he said, amused and without further delay, took your face in his hands, approaching the tips of your noses, which gently rubbed, to then make room for a soft kiss on the lips.

At that point you had ascertained that your heart was completely deceased, those chapped and hungry lips had sent your brain out of tune and the only thing you wanted at that moment was to go deeper into that kiss so sinful.

Sweeney seemed to read your mind and in fact he opened his lips, tapping the tip of his tongue against your mouth, searching for more contact. You gave him permission to move forward immediately and so you both enjoyed that supernatural and special kiss.

You walk away a few millimeters after an interminable time, to catch your breath and with a small smile you whispered, giggling “It is incredible how much I’m in love with a leprechaun, who is so stupid that he hasn’t told me his name yet”

“Sweeney, my name is Mad Sweeney”

#08

– Taiga 🐯

[johnkrrasinski]

Coffee with Cream Masterlist

Pairing: Frank Castle x reader x Mad Sweeney 

Summary: Two men, one diner and little old you. Working at a diner had never been your dream job but, fate had a funny way of bringing two contrasted men into your life.

Warnings: love triangle, mutual pining, threesome (later in the future), men being men. 

Chapters:

1. Our Story Begins in a Diner

2. Dream of You

[wristic]

Science VS. Reality

Pairing: If I continue it there will definitely be Mad Sweeney X Reader, for now I was only having a bit of fun in the world of American Gods

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: You being a little shit of a know-it-all

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6- -Part 7-

Growing up in an age with science on the rise, your grandmothers stories are sweet but you know they’re just that, stories. You humor the idea from time to time only to notice a certain pattern and like any true scientist, begin to experiment with it.

Your grandmother Essie was a strange one. Still telling these fanciful tales to scare your siblings and cousins, or leaving out food for the rats every night. Your father never did anything to sway her into the current times, maybe because she was too aged to try but it still bothered you. Science was clearly the wave of the future, its was useful, efficient, and could be so much more magical than little tales simply because it was real. You could see it, touch it, taste it, science was tangible and as magical as it was explainable.

“he might crawl into your mouth and make his home in your belly, for that great eater will take all the good out of your supper, so no matter how much you eat after, you’ll never be satisfied, never, never, never-” Elizabeth started to sob at the story and you rolled your eyes. Your aunt quickly grabbed your cousin and pulling her away, the other kids dispersed feeling too uneasy to stick around. Grandma Essie looked positively distraught, her lip trembling to see the blanket empty of a captive audience. In your pampered youth you didn’t care to acknowledge that with any comfort.

“Why can’t you just barf him up?”

She flinched up to find you still by her side, sighing in exasperation. “Of course a little shit like you would-”

“Or just eat really gross things until-”

“He’s magical! He cares none for what you eat nor your pryin’ to get him out! He’ll be bound to your stomach as you’re bound to keep him in there!”

You nodded, “Good to know you can at least torment him by eating buckets of liver and onions. Uck.”

Grandma Essie ruffled, “Ooh! Someone should eat your liver and onions!”

“I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, I only have one and it’s bitter.”

As she huffed, a reluctant smile started to form on her, turning into a chuckle you were glad to see. Most didn’t like your sass but Grandma Essie always seemed to cherish it. Gathering herself she looked at you a long while, “Why don’t you want to believe in magic? The Otherworld would love your wit if you only believed.”

You scoffed, leaning back in your annoyingly huge pink and blue ruffled dress. “Who is there to show my wit to Grandma? You say you have a leprechaun friend, but you’ve never even seen him! How can you possibly know he exists and you’re not just mistaking coincidence with faith?”

“If I had no faith, if I didn’t leave out milk and bread, why would he come? Why would you help someone who refused to acknowledge you existed?”

“But why believe it at all, why believe magic when you haven't seen it outside of your own imagining?”

“Why believe in your sciences when you’ve only seen it in books?”

“Because I can recreate it.” You pompously replied.

Turning up her nose she motioned to your lap. “Alright, do it now.”

You stiffened, looking about for an answer. “Well I-I need all the proper...stuffs.”

“Oh of course...like milk and bread?”

“No~! That’s different!” 

Grandma Essie only laughed in your face making you fume and pout. You felt your over-sized hat that was more an umbrella get plucked from your head. “Oh y/n,” She brushed the fuzzy strays of your immaculately brushed and pinned hair. “Don’t let these things frustrate ya so. Whether it has magic or it doesn’t, try to just enjoy life will you? My little Ceanndána cailín.”

But you couldn’t. She soon passed from you and her death hit harder than you imagined. Her talks and tales of some other world tormented you and you were one night forced to admit it was because you enjoyed her magic and her stories, you missed them. You missed her.

That night in her memory, you left out a bowl of milk, a slice of ginger bread and a gold coin by the window. Sitting in your bed on the second floor up, you stared at the meal under the moonlight, imagining some mean looking red haired man to come and snatch it for god knew whatever reason compelled him to.

Because magic that’s why

You smiled at the thought, feeling your eyes heat as you felt your Grandmother laughing at your refusal to believe. For her, tonight, you believed, and you enjoyed the uplifting mysticism it brought about on you as you threw over the covers and cried yourself to sleep, wondering what it would have been like to take her to the science convention the next day.

When you woke up you were shocked to find both the bread and milk eaten, the coin missing. Quickly to calm yourself you reasoned your father did it, the only possible way to excuse it all missing from two stories up, though you didn’t tell a soul what you’d been up to that night. 

It was very quickly forgotten as the convention went far more splendidly than you could have ever imagined. Do to your extravagant outfit your mother always dolled you in you were called up to help in a performance that caused your many ironed and oiled curls to float in the air. You talked with the young scientist afterwards who humored your enthusiasm for hours, him showing you all his inventions in progress.

That night you didn’t care to leave anything out, only for the convention to leave early the next morning when they were supposed to stay a week, making the mans proposal to meet with his teacher impossible.

It hadn’t occurred to you the strangeness until years later as the pattern continued, leaving out bread when you missed your grandmother, having a magnificent day only to be followed by a terrible one. Having turned into a recluse from a world that didn’t accept a woman having an interest in science nor one that ran around in simple men’s clothing, you had no issue with leaving to a large cabin in a vast field, secluded by woods to minimize the damage estimated by bad luck. If that was it could so be called.

You tested again and again, keeping detailed reports of your day, your well being be damned (though you really could have done without the bear attack on your cabin and the shot gun locking up) and somehow you actually produced the same results. In days you left the offerings, you found things once missing, kind people visited, your brain burst with inspiration and you wrote entire dissertations to experiment with once you were home. On days you didn’t, you lost things, suspect people visited, and your fingers couldn’t make a single line, at one point your work somehow caught flame nearly losing it and the cabin itself. You tried to reason it was all coincidence, you were making it up in your panic, but you couldn’t explain how the offerings kept disappearing.

Starting to search for that answer you placed a dummy under the blankets and laid in wait under the bed, watching your window and the food, seeing just what came to eat and drink because it certainly wasn’t your father states away. The first night you passed out long before you could see the dawn. The second you came so close to making it through the night. But tonight, you were ready.

Three young ladies had stopped in their travels and you offered them a place to stay and eat seeing as it was getting dark. They thought you were harmlessly strange and kept good conversation, but you could see the questions as their eyes roamed your messy cabin having been hit off and on with attacks of every kind. Now they slept, giving the illusion no one could possibly be paying attention to the bread and milk on the windowsill.

And then it happened, you heard no footsteps but a large hand came down and lifted the window, despite the fact you had purposely locked it. As the bowl of milk lifted you crawled out from under the bed, quickly and quietly sneaking about until you caught him outside your window.

“Ah-ha!” You hoped out from the door, unarmed, in your knickers and a mans shirt, beaming arrogantly in triumph. 

The man had ragged but decent clothes, not so much homeless as it was rough around the edges. His fiery red hair tickled at his open collar and his dark eyes only stared wide-eyed at you, looking at your choice in pouncing attire before putting the empty bowl back to the window next to the bread. “Well this must be awkward for you.” of course his Irish accent was as heavy as your grandmothers had been.

You crossed your arms and drawled, “So you’re my grandma’s supposed leprechaun.”

He sucked on his teeth, turning to face you. “I am a leprechaun.”

“How do I know you’re not just a homeless man out in the woods for a free meal?”

He took a few steps to you, the thuds under his feet heavy now that he didn’t bother to hide it and you held back a gulp realizing just how tall he was. “If you believed that, I wouldn’t be here.”

You squinted at him, swaying because you couldn’t deny that point. “Than it would be no trouble to prove it.”

He rolled his eyes, lifting his hand and producing a single gold coin between his fingers. Turning his hand, you held out yours for him to place it in. “There, keep it for good luck hm?”

You examined it closely, finding it a bit odd the coin wasn’t marked in any currency you recognized. Yet you stopped him as he turned for the bread, “I’ve seen a magic show or two in my day, and those sleeves are awfully long.”

He smirked, at least amused by your stubbornness. Tossing up his sleeves he came back around and grabbed your hand, pulling the palm open and slapping his onto it. When he slid it back a mess of gold coins spilled out, slipping from your hand and thudding on the ground.

You gasped and ripped yourself back. The coins crashed around as you stumbling, holding your hand like it was now cursed and searching the porch scattered in gold coins. “How?! How did you do that!?” You started circling him looking for some answer, him tossing his hands in his pockets enjoying your little shatter of reality. “You can’t of done that! That’s impossible! How did you do it?!”

Coming back around you jumped him and started pilfering around in his jacket for anything.

“Ay-AY!” He harshly shoved you back, “Knock that off! Can ya not gather what you see with your own fucking eyes?!”

“But that makes no sense! You can’t pull things out of thin air!”

He snapped his wrist and out popped three gold coins between the tips of each finger, glinting in the porch light an inch from your face. “I can.”

They slipped from his hand but you didn’t bother to watch them, staring at the man before you, almost convinced a man he wasn’t. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some bread to eat.”

Keeping glued to your spot he picked up the morsel off the windowsill and started eating it in one huge bite, slapping the offered coin out of existence. You kept a good circles distance as he walked by you and off the porch into the moonlit grassy hill, making ready to disappear in the night. 

“What...what happens if I stop leaving out bread and milk?”

Turning with his mouth still full, he winked at you, wordlessly revealing you knew the answer already.