#my wig just flew

[daredevils-advocate]

Who let me do 4 very different costumes for Halloween this year? Who let me do this? I'm broke enough as is

I fully did this to myself I know shush

[paingoes]

im going to jump off a bridge /pos

THANK YOUUUUUU AHWHJEHWHEIWHEUWGE?!????!?!?? 🩷❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹🩷💞❤️💗🩷💓💓💓💞🩷❤️‍🔥🩷❤️‍🔥

"He didn’t deserve it, but in a cosmic sense, he really did." x

(Delta from @paingoes' series Destroyer)

[nosyrobin]

Need more pretty boy wonderboy!reader 🙏

“Pretty boy.”

Pair: Supersons x Wonderboy!reader

Summary: It���s hard being the pretty one of the trio. The five times Wonderboy!reader has been called pretty.

Genre: fluff

The first time, was the supersons were just ten. The Amazon male had accidentally made Damian angry, so angry that he didn’t know any insult of that moment.

Jon watched Y/N run fast from the angry tanned boy. He was screaming in Arabic and then Chinese. It was scary as Jon just hide behind a couch as Y/N then forced himself to fly for safety.

Damian threw anything he could at the damned Amazon boy. Practically trying to corner him. “GET DOWN PRETTY BOY!” Damian yells, now in English as he throws a mug at the boy.

That’s when it went silent and time felt slow before the Amazon male spoke up.

“I’m pretty?” Y/N smirks with crossed arms, now the tip of Damian’s ears were red. Jon had to hold the boy back, cause somehow this shorty jumped up and caught the warrior.

The second time, was at a beach. But the beach experience was a little sandy and terrible.

Sand was too hot, Jon had to carry the Amazon male and Wayne. Then Damian stayed under an umbrella as the two strong boys were playing in the water or playing volleyball.

After all that playing, the Amazon male had bought a sandwich, but the sandwich was stolen by a damn seagull which angered Y/N. He was hungry, and no one fucks with his lunch.

The Amazon boy was flying and rushing after that damn seagull. But the seagull then pooped on the Amazon male, made the boy more enraged as he grips the throat of the seagull and made it spit it out. “Ugh…what a waste of time.” The poop was cleaned off but Jon could only smile at the Amazon male.

“You’re so pretty…” Jon says, a love sick expression on his face as the Amazon male had an annoyed expression by the heat beaming on him.

“Jon…now’s not the time.”

The third time, it was random. Y/N was lifting up a car to throw at a robot. With one swift move of lifting the car up, holding it over his head and hurling at the robot. Completely destroying it, the Amazon failed to see some admirers watching him.

Y/N quickly flew around with Jon close to him, Jon user his heat vision to melt anything that dare to get close to the duo.

As the area was cleared, Wonderboy stood there looking around, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see someone his age.

“Hey! Pretty boy, thanks for saving me.” The teen says to the amazon male. “Oh! Um no problem man…” the Amazon teen says awkwardly. The teen his age only smiled. “So like are you—”

“He’s taken.” Robin says quickly, wonderboy nervously chuckled and flew off with superboy close behind as Robin took a piggy back ride on the Amazon’s back.

The fourth time, was when a model agency asked him with agency he was in.

Y/N and the boys were at the mall, relaxing and not paying attention to anything as it was their free day from work and school.

Y/N walked off, wanting to use the bathroom as Jon and Damian were arguing which color would be great for bracelets.

As the Amazon male finished his business and was walking back to the food court, he got stopped by a lady with a clearly blonde wig. “Darling! Do you model? Which agency if you do. I couldn’t help but see your beauty, your pretty structure is what my agency needs.” The lady says with a smile.

“I don’t model…” y/n says softly. The woman cups the teen’s hands. “Oh darling but you would look amazing modeling for me!” She then pulls a card out from her coat. “If you ever want to model for me, find me.” She says, she then walks off.

The older teen looked confused but shrugged as he walked back to his best friends.

The fifth time, was special. The Amazon boy was in the snowy weather. A red scarf wrapped around his neck, the cold hair had tinted some part of the teenager. He blows out cold air with a soft smile. Turning his head, he caught sight of Jon and Damian standing there, looking at him.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongues?” The boy says with a soft smile. Jon immediately speeds over to the Amazon male with a red face, as Damian walked over with a small smile. “Hello Prince.”

“Hey guys..” Jon let go of the Amazon male, cupping the boy’s face. “I’m glad you’re here with us! We got so many presents for you.” Jon says, he then kisses the forehead of the Amazon male. Jon moved back so Damian could get a hug in. “I missed you too..Y/N.” Y/N softly chuckles and kissed Damian’s head. “Yeah yeah, I missed ya guys as well.”

“Yeah we missed our pretty boyfriend.”

[acapelladitty]

the man who would be king

Summary: Working his usual magic at the Iceberg Lounge, Oz slips to the defence of one of his girls after an incident in the club.

Fic Masterlist ☆ AO3

Every king needed a throne to rule from.

Falcone had his office, the set-up of the place so dark and sparse that it was difficult to navigate in the evenings. Hell, even Maroni had designed a special business room which featured a steel table that had been bolted into the ground and bleached regularly to keep the stains from business deals gone wrong from rusting the metal.

But Oz was no king and he needed no throne. His power came from boots on the ground action and a constant flow of motion to ensure that his presence was felt in every corner of the space he claimed as his own. He didn't want to hide away. He wanted people to know his face. To know his name.

Besides, sitting for too long made his foot ache like a whore.

The Iceberg Lounge was his throne and he wove among the crowds like a true man of the people - carefully calculating his patrons, their influence and how many dollars they were going to drink into his pocket after he'd skimmed his cut from the profits.

His little birds were out in full force today and he surveyed the swell of scantily-clad employees as they danced around the floor of the club before heading over to sell marked-up bottles and shots to the pricks who possessed too much money and had ponied up for a seated booth. Sweeping his eyes around, he sought out his favourite little bird of the moment - her choice to wear a vivid reg wig making her an easy target to spot among the clubbers.

His eyes settled on her quickly and his lips instantly snatched back into a snarl as he watched her interact with the table she was serving. From here, he could see that something not great was up. From the clearly guarded way that she stood back from the booth, to the smug look of anger which coated the face of the dark-haired guy who was talking to her.

Sensing blood in the water, Oz picked up pace as he pulled himself over to the unhappy table - weaving his way through the throng of drunken clubgoers with a practised ease despite his troubled gait. Three men, each of them suited to the nines and holding that pompous look that only came from guys who had been born with a silver spoon rammed up their ass, sat around the booth and, as he quickly approached, Oz could hear that two of them seemed content to quietly egg on their friend as he berated his little bird.

"Come sit with us, baby. My friend here has a stiff drink and an even stiffer problem you could maybe help us with," slurring the words loudly, the dark-haired man grasped at her wrist with curled fingers even as she skillfully avoided his touch. "You look like you know what you're doing. Come sit- sit on our laps."

"I'm not a whore." His little bird countered dryly, "You want a fuck? Go out onto the streets like all the other johns. This here's a classy joint."

Only just able to hear her raised words as he approached from behind, Oz smirked at the easy defense of his club and how she stood her ground without fear.

"You think I pay for it? You think I rent whores? Who the fuck do you think i am?"

Pissed off by her words, the man's immediate cut to anger was clear and Oz only just made it to the side of the table as the final question flew from his curled lips. He was not quick enough though as the skinny prick, who was now visibly shaking his fist at his little bird, lifted his hand further and smacked her across the jaw in a vicious, ringing slap.

Without hesitation as his vision bloomed red for a moment, Oz moved with the merciless strike of a cobra as he thrust his hand into the hair of the fucking idiot and slammed his head into the table, ensuring that his face was tilted towards him as it collided with the solid wood.

The guys friends, immediately scared shitless by the sudden appearance of the infamous Penguin in his own club, all remained quiet outside of their muted yells and panicked expressions.

"You put a fucking hand on one of my girls again and I'll cut it off? You hear me, prick?" Oz growled, his grip of the man's hair so tight that he was surprised it wasn't ripping free into his fingers. "You touch any girl in this club and I'll rip your fucking fingers out and feed 'em to your mother!"

His face smushed into the table with so much pressure that his lips were visibly squished and his jaw pressed painfully to the side, the suited idiot spluttered an incomprehensible apology with wide, panicked eyes as his body flailed against the booth.

"I'm- 'm sorry, Mr Penguin. I didn't- I won't do it again."

"Get him the fuck outta here." Oz spat, slamming his other hand on the table - his thick fingers splashing some spilled drink into the eyes of the fucking idiot. He released him at the same time and the man pulled his head up and swiftly stumbled free of the booth. His friends instantly took the warning in stride, collectively standing to their feet and shuffling off towards the exit with sheepish expressions that were reeking with fear.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

Turning to his little bird, he could see that she was shaken up - both by the mild assault and also by his sudden appearance - and he didn't miss the small, almost shy smile that she sent his way as he open watched and fussed over her.

"I'm fine, Oz." She confirmed, her trembling fingers adjusting the edges of the wig that clung to her scalp, "But thanks for that. Those guys have been a pain in the ass all night."

His hand slipped up to rest on her chin, pulling her jaw gently to the side so that he could get a better look at the red mark that was developing at the side of her full mouth.

"All shift, huh? Then go and take an early finish. Your numbers are covered for the night."

"Oz, I'm fine." She protested, her hand coming up to cover his own as she glanced at him with soft eyes, "Besides I haven't made rent yet an-"

Ah.

Dipping his fingers into his inner pocket, Oz snatched free a stack of bills. Visibly marking out an appropriate amount with a practised eye, he stuffed the bills into the small black hip bag she used to hold her cash.

"Landlords." Oz scoffed. "And they say I'm the fucking criminal."

Her gentle hand dropped to follow his and she squeezed his fingers with a grateful expression, "Thank you."

He had always liked her. Even among his other favourites. She was beautiful like them all but she was smart enough to know when to stand her ground and when to play the part she needed to with the punters. Some of the little whispers she had overheard and dropped to him over time had secured him some big deals that cemented his worth in the eyes of Carmine and the family and he wasn't a man to forget his assets.

Plus, she was a hell of a lay. They didn't fuck that much, but the odd night had seen them both hiding out in his office as she spread herself across his desk and gave him something to smile about. He didn't like to mix business and pleasure, the danger of it all the more clear in how Carmine liked to treat his own special ladies after they'd discovered more than he would have liked, but Oz was better than him and he knew how to protect himself.

"Don't mention it, doll." Oz grinned, lips pulling back to show his slightly off-white teeth. "You just keep that kid of yours at school and don't be worrying about this bullshit. How is the boy?"

"Finding it tough." She sighed. "His teacher says there's something up with him, his brain ain't working like it should. Wants him to do some tests about his attention and stuff."

"He's a smart kid. Like his ma."

"Sweet man. Always looking our for us girls." She purred, her hand stroking along the fine silk of his shirt as he straightened to his full height at her obvious attentions.

"You do your bit, sweetheart. All those little bits of information you pick up and feed back to me like little songbirds? Worth your weight in gold."

"You alone tonight, Oz?" Batting her eyelashes at him with obvious intent, Oz couldn't help the flush of arousal that stirred his cock as she continued to rub circles on his stomach.

"Always alone, baby."

"Then show me to the back office and I'll show you something you'll like. Since I've got the night off and all and my sitter ain't expecting me back for another few hours."

Glancing around the pulsing atmosphere of the club as the world continued to spin around him, Oz laced his thick arm around her waist and muttered something so filthy into her ear that even in the flashing, neon lights of the club, he could still see the flush of her cheeks as he led her back to his office.

[inkyu]

Wigs on a skeleton can work but windy days would be their worst nightmare

I. I. I. I just. I just. I just.

I JUST I JUST I JUST AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I'd give some insightful commentary on what this drawing is/means/represents but literally my brain is just EXPLODING infinitely cause AUGHHHHHH

I tried to render for the first time!!! And just. Um. I don't think I get it quite yet but I was looking at how it was going and I was like WHATTTTTTT... anyways the vibes I was looking for were Ethereal and just.

Here's the first sketch I made and the black/white stage of it before I added color!!! Just so you can see the difference!

Actually going insane what...

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

honestly I’d just like to see poly!plastics x simp!reader because I just KNOW all three girls would take advantage of them in a cute way. Karen would definitely ‘make’ them do silly stuff with her 😭😭

Little Games

|| poly!plastics x nonbinary!reader

|| Warnings; Karen makes reader do a couples tiktok, goofy/fluffy vibes, karen focused, short drabble

|| Summary; when Regina and Gretchen go out on a date, Karen and reader are left to entertain themselves. Karen makes a tiktok.

Requests closed!

Started; November 17th

Finished; November 17th

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The plastics. God, you could just go on and on about them. You loved your girlfriends. And sometimes they took advantage of that. Regina would usually ask you to do little tasks for her. Gretchen would ask for cuddles all the time, sometimes help with some stuff depending on how she's feeling that day. Karen? Karen just enjoyed having you around. She'd play something like little games with you. More often than not, it was making you be apart of those couple tiktok trends with her. Not that you minded. You never did. You'd do anything for them, after all.

"Today we're going to make Y/N laugh!" Karen walked over to you, camera in hand as she grinned. Holding a bag that you could only assume was full of items to supposedly make you laugh.

You looked up from your phone with a raised eyebrow. It was just you and Karen this evening, while Regina took Gretchen on a date. It was rare you and the plastics did things one on one. But sometimes you would. And so this time it was Regina's turn with Gretchen.

"Oh really?" You smirked at Karen, sitting yourself more comfortably on the couch where she joined you.

"Yup!" Karen giggled and you couldn't help but smile. She was just adorable. Wait, smiling didn't count for laughing, right? You haven't lost already? That would be embarrassing. Luckily, Karen didn't call it.

Karen got some stuff out of the bag. What looked to be one of those rubber screaming chickens and... a rainbow afro wig. Your eyes narrowed in confusion, wondering what the hell she was planning. Until Karen put the wig on the damn chicken and looked at you with the goofiest grin. You desperately tried not to laugh, because it looked utterly stupid. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing. Being reminded that Karen was recording. And what the whole purpose of the video even was.

"Karen- oh my God-" You mumbled through your hand and she laughed. Then her eyes widened.

"Wait. Am I out now?" Karen blinked. Looking a little surprised and pouty that she laughed. Her reaction was what ended up making you laugh.

"I thought it was just me you were trying to make laugh?" You raised an eyebrow, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the lips. Making sure to keep it brief with the camera.

"You laughed!!" Karen smiled and giggled, pulling you into a hug that you couldn't help but relax into. God she was adorable. You'd do anything for her.

[passionateseadruid]

when he walks in…

A few things… there is some Lucifer slander but that should be expected as he is the devil from da bible.

Also a few references to Paradise Lost. How can you write bible fanfics (or anything about Luci) without referencing the OG bible fanfic.

Sera is also a big part of this but I want to think that she was kind before the exterminations.

Also my interpretation of eve.

And Adam is so Ooc but there is still bits and pieces. I definitely headcanon that he wasn’t always a misogynistic prick but was spoiled because he never ate the apple.

And finally (Y/n) is used to refer to reader but it’s completely gender neutral.

Your purpose was to keep Lucifer busy so that he wouldn’t go out seeking Lilith.

The first memory you had was blurry and the conversation you overheard was fuzzy but you’re sure it was about you.

“I don’t want an angel I want the human woman.” A man shouted.

“You don’t want an angel, fine!” A woman replied as if trying to calm a toddler throwing a tantrum. A slight sting came from your back, feathers flew around you.

“Oh really? How’re they going to get around without wigs, Sera?” There was a triumphant tone in the man’s voice. “Face it, they can’t live here if they’re human but they can’t be down there because it’s supposed to be just a single man and a single woman, and if they have wings they’re an angel so I don’t want THEM!!”

“Fine!! You know what!! They’ll bleed red like the humans do but I’ll give them the wings of an insect. They’ll be like nothing or no one else. Will that make you happy. A being not quite human but most definitely not an angel.” You felt your skin contort and mutate as Sera molded and shifted your flesh.

“You want me to be with some hideous monster? No. Sera, no! I love Lilith. She’s just the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Lucifer stop! She is Adam’s wife. You can have my new creation.” Sera pushed you forward and the first thing that properly came into your vision was the short man with blond hair and rosy cheeks.

“Get that freak away from me!” He shouted and ran off.

“Did I come out wrong?” Sera’s heart almost broke as you said those words.

“No Darling. You’re perfect. Just give him time.”

He never came back after that. News that he had taken Lilith away swept the city behind the pearly gates.

“Did I do something wrong Sera?”

“No darling. He never gave you a chance. Come on now. We should get back to work.”

“is that all I’m good for? Work work work! I have to run around maintaining balance for people who don’t even care about me, and all because Lucifer didn’t choose me. Where’s my choice?”

“What do you want to do then?” She groaned.

“I heard that a new bride was made for Adam. He named her Eve. I also heard that Raphael was going to visit them, can I go with? Please?” Sera smiled at you.

Sera nodded. “If you want to oversee the garden you may.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank You!!”

“Go get ready, it’s quite muddy down there so you should probably change out of your white clothes!”

It was so green down there. “Hi! I’m (Y/n). Sera made me.”

“Who’s Sera?” A beautiful girl with dark brown hair and tan skin asked. She had big brown eyes and was of shorter stature.

“Doesn’t matter right now. Who are you?” You said with curiosity. A taller man wrapped his arms around the woman.

“Back off! I already had one angel steal my first wife. I’m not letting Eve slip away so easily.”

“Yes that’s actually what we came to talk about.” Raphael had said.

////////////////////////////////////////

After explaining what had happened with Lucifer to the humans Raphael had left. Eve wandered off halfway through the story leaving you with Adam.

“So…” he started, leaning back on his hands.

“I have so many things I want to ask you! First off, what was Lilith like?” You sat next to him, your knees against your chest.

“Prideful and lazy. I told her over and over again that we needed to grow food for keep the lions from killing the lambs but all she wanted to do was lounge on the beach.”

“Next question. What’s life like down here?”

“It’s… great actually. Other than the slight of having Lilith taken. Eve’s just fantastic though, she listens to everything I ask of her. I always got the feeling that Lilith hated being made for me and she wanted to be her own person. So her leaving is whatever. I wouldn’t want to be told that my only purpose was to be made for someone else’s sake.”

“I was made for someone else and I was fine with it.”

“I feel like Eve’s like that. She was made from my rib ya know. I let her do whatever she wants when she feels like it so she doesn’t get suffocated and leave me too. I love her so fucking much. Trust me, when she gets back I’ll ask her to tell you about all her favorite fruits. You’ll love her as much as I do.”

“What is freedom like? What is it like to live for yourself? You and Eve get to don’t you?”

“Yeah. We still have our duties in the garden but she’s always so excited to help. Do you not have freedom?”

“Not particularly. Sera keeps me pretty busy. I live her her rules, her will alone.”

“Was she the one who you were made for?”

You look away bashfully. “No, I was made for Lucifer so he could stop obsessing over Lilith.”

“Well, thanks for failing. I wouldn’t have Eve if he gave up on Lilith.”

“That actually makes me feel a little better.”

“Hey are you always so obedient to that Sera chick?”

“I have to be. She created me and I must honor her rules and orders above all else.”

“You seem tense. How many rules do you have?”

“Too many to count.”

“We only have one rule here.”

“Don’t eat the apple from the forbidden tree.” You and him say in unison.

“I know.” You look away. “Adam. Promise me one thing.” You look back at him with a desperate look in your eyes. “No matter what you do you have to follow that one rule okay? No matter if you’re starving, no matter if Eve is being threatened. You can never break that rule. Not even if Eve does. Tell her too, okay. Not if she’s starving. Not if you’re being threatened. I already lost my purpose in life because the man I was made for broke the rules and got kicked out. Promise me that you will never break this one simple rule.”

“Okay! Geez, you’re kinda dramatic. I’ll go tell Eve.” He stood up and walked away.

“You’re purpose in life huh? Don’t be so dramatic!” A voice from behind you called out.

“You can’t be here! HE forbid it.”

“HE can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“HE still loves you. Just apologize for what you did and we can go home.”

“I’m never going back. And I’m never going to be with you! So just take your disgusting SELF AND GO AWAY!!”

“Am I not good enough?”

“NO!!”

“Adam!?” You called out to him surprised at his sudden outburst.

“Eve!” Lucifer shouted worriedly as you both rushed to where the cry came from.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!! (Y/N)!! HELP!! We can fix this… WE CAN FIX THIS RIGHT??!!”

“What happened?” You asked trying to calm Adam down.

“I’m sorry. They said I didn’t know what I was doing. They said I was ignorant. I was. I was so stupid.”

“…What did you do Lucifer?”

“I showed her the truth. The truth that all of you were trying to hide.” He smirked triumphantly. However his smile faded as lightning struck behind him. The winds picked up. The sky darkened with rain clouds rolling in.

“Eve just apologize. Just say you made a mistake. HE is very forgiving. Please.”

“But it’s their fault! They tricked me! I’m not the one to blame! It was them! It was him!” She tried to reason.

“No no no! Just apologize! Eve just apologize! You won’t be in trouble. Just own up to your mistakes and ask for forgiveness!” You tried to persuade.

“Eve just do it!” Adam demanded.

“You eat it. We can do this together.” She pleaded.

“I… I can’t.”

“What’s the big deal? It’s just a stupid apple. Now she can be more informed about her own life.” Lucifer shouted.

“it was their one rule! Why couldn’t you just mind your own FUCKING business!” You shouted at him. “I wasn’t good enough so you had to have Lilith! I thought maybe, just maybe, now that he’s happy I could move on! I was ecstatic when I saw them! I thought overseeing them would bring me a sense of purpose! But no! You had to mess that up for me too!”

“Do you honestly think that I give a shit about you?! That for one moment I thought about YOU!?” Lucifer laughed in your face. “That’s utterly pathetic!! YOU’RE pathetic!!”

“You shut up! They’re great! They’re kind and they actually want to protect us!!” Adam yelled as he held Eve.

No matter what kind word he said, Lucifer’s words stung like nothing else. Tears flowed from your eyes.

“You know what? Fuck you Lucifer!” You shouted and ran away.

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You hadn’t thought about that for nearly 5 decades. Then a certain brunette walked up behind Sera. He was rounder and dressed in white and gold robes. “Little darling. I’d like you to meet Adam, the first man.”

“We’ve met. Hi!” You waved.

“Hey teeny.” He smiled.

“Hey! I’m not short! You grew since the last time I saw you! I wasn’t this small when I-” You cut yourself off.

“When we first met, I know.” He smiled softly. But his smile drop as he spoke next. “She’s gone. He succeeded in taking her away from me. I thought you’d like to know.”

“Adam, I’m sorry. I should’ve-”

“Hey. I’m here because of you. You saved me. You tried to save her.” He cut you off and wrapped you in a hug. “Sorry. I just need this.”

“Take as long as you need.” You hugged him back.

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“Ugh! Those dumb fucking whores!” Adam shouted.

“What’s wrong now?” You groaned. Adam had gotten an attitude after he made it into Heaven.

“It’s that short fucking clown and the whore he left you for! Those skanks had a baby! She was such a lazy prude when she was with me but apparently she couldn’t keep her fucking legs closed and put out for that ugly little shit!”

“Hypocrite. You‘ve been having sex with pretty much anything that moves.”

“Okay but the difference is that I actually populated the earth like I was suppose to. She was created to be the mother of all humans yet she goes off and makes hell-spawn instead.”

“Are you feeling insecure?” You teased.

“No! Fuck you, bitch!” You giggled as he pouted.

“Hey! I just had an idea how we can get back at them.”

“How?”

“We get married.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He blushed. “We can’t do that!”

“Why not? If you’re not into me or you don’t want to give up sleeping around then you can just say so. But it would say to the brat downstairs that he isn’t the only one who can swoop in and steal away someone else’s lady. And it would prove to our Ex that we aren’t still thinking about each other.”

“But we are.”

“They don’t have to know that.”

“If we do this you’re taking my awesome dick every night.”

“Deal, you big horny crybaby.” You kissed the tip of his nose.

The news of the spur wedding rocked the pearly gates and all seven rings of Hell. All except the palace of the pride ring. They all couldn’t care less.

////////////////////////////////////////

It’s been a few months since you two got married. You sat brushing your husbands wings.

“Hey babe?” He turned to you slightly.

“Yes?”

“…do you think that I’m a good person?”

“Why do you ask?”

“…I feel like everyone always pities me because of my exes. They always say how I’m so good for listening. Does that make me a good person?”

“Sometimes you can be a bit misogynistic.”

“You get paid more than me! Why do I always have to pay for supper!?”

“Because you barely ever let me choose where we eat.” You tease.

“Spicy food makes me sick! I don’t want to be stuck on the toilet for three hours just because of your freakishly high tolerance.” He pouts.

“It’s also gentlemanly to pay. Besides you insist on getting burritos from that one place twice a month. …why do you ask anyway?”

“Sera’s got this dumb idea. It’s got me thinking about what makes a good person.”

“I wouldn’t know, I was created to follow rules. If I didn’t, I’d fall like Lucifer.”

“We had one rule. Then everything changed when Kane killed Able. I don’t even know if I’m a good person.”

“I think killing is back, harming children is also bad, sexual abuse is also bad. All these things are very purposeful though. People like that don’t change, but you changed. You used to sleep around and now you’re committed to me and you seem much happier.

“Can sinners change?”

“Not all obviously, but if they wanted to maybe.”

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too baby.” When he walks in I am loved… I am loved.

[robin-evry]

Maybe you could do Oni! yuu as well?

Sure why not, ask and you shall receive

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐈 👹⚡

An oni (鬼おに) (/oʊni/ OH-nee) is a kind of yōkai, demon, orc, ogre, or troll in Japanese folklore. They are believed to live in caves or deep in the mountains.Oni are known for their superhuman strength and have been associated with powers like thunder and lightning

( English is not my first language )

Day 2 : oni!yuu

During the entrance ceremony it was going smoothly suddenly, one of the coffins burst open the door flew across the room and the person that burst through the coffin was swinging their club with spikes towards the headmaster.

The headmaster Crowley manages to dodge it just in time, the club hits the ground leaving a large crater. The attacker was wearing the entrance ceremony robe as well as wearing a hannya mask, which has a white wig with an extremely long and wild mane attached to the top. Not to mention how freaking tall this person is.

The student would be seen preparing to swing their club upon the headmaster, before they could riddle fire his signature spell upon the student to stop but it didn't do anything upon them, they basically dust it off as it was nothing. Their attention soon turns to the red haired dorm leader, before he could fire a spell the student appears in front of him and they slap his magic pen from his hand and it flew to the other side of the orientation room.

The students grabbed riddle's neck and started to choke him with, if the student added a little more pressure He swears his neck was gonna break. Suddenly a group of clones tackles them to the ground, this manages to give riddle to escape from their graps and Trey drags him to the underside far. Cater clones manage to pile over the student. But suddenly a large flash of lightning crashes down upon the pile and electrocuting his clones. His spell soon dispels and cater lay on the ground wasted.

The students stand up and continue towards the injured riddle and Trey. Soon Crowley blocked their path and begged the student to calm down saying that there might be some misunderstanding and that there in NRC right now.

Crowley asks everyone to retrieve back their dorms and then talk for a bit, in his office the student soon takes off their hannya mask. They introduce themselves as Oni!Yuu / nickname. Oni!yuu apologize for trying to kill him because they were confused where they were. In the infirmary trey was trying to calm riddle while Carter was being healed.

Regardless oni!yuu is allowed to be in NRC even after the accident, Crowley let oni!yuu to stay at ramshackle but during the school year oni!yuu is not allowed to hurt a student under circumstances as well as not having their club with them, during the night grim sneak into the ramshackle into the dorm at first oni!yuu thought grim was tanuki or kaibyo

On the first day, of school oni!yuu was approached by ace and deuce. Ace was the first one to approach them and introduce themselves to them. Ace was planning on teasing oni!yuu but before that could happen deuce managed to stop him. The storyline continues during the dwarf mind since oni!yuu is not allowed to use their club, they decided to punch the overblot monster in the head causing its body to explode. Well that was an easy win.

During the heartslabyul arc, painting the roses red, oni!yuu manage to apologize to Carter for electrocuting him, originally Carter doesn't trust and fear by oni!yuu but they seem like a nice person. At lunch no one was there to introduce them to the dorms since trey is trying his best to avoid oni!yuu while Carter even tho making communication Carter still prefers to not get close to oni!yuu... So the person who introduced the dorm was Carter minus trey.

Riddle by far was traumatized by oni!yuu. Riddle would avoid them like the plague, the hand marks they make upon his neck are still there. The marks aren't as red as before but it's still there. So basically after his overblot. Oni! yuu bow down and apologize for what happened during the ceremony, even tho riddle forgave them, he still prefers to keep some distance but his slowly warming up to him.

Oni!yuu would be incredibly tall towering most of the students at NRC plus they two large blue/red horns on their head, although oni!yuu is unable to use magic, they were blessed with an incredible body, they are able to lift up their club/kanabo without any problems. oni!yuu body is immune to magic they are able to withstand powered magic spells without getting a scratch on their body. Example of a riddle using his magic on them and they leave without a scartch. They can lift up the first years without any trouble, as well possessing incredible speed they can disappear in a blink of an eye.

Oni!yuu also has this bonus ability to control and summon lightning and wind. But this does not count as magic due to summoning lightning doesn't need to cast spells and enchantment or needing mana for it to be summoned. Oni!yuu are also able to shape shift into humans, the form they're taking in NRC is not their original form.

The kanabo/club they Carried is incredibly heavy literally no one else is able to lift it, not even malleus using magic. Oni!yuu would epel biggest role model as well as vil biggest nightmare. Epel ask for oni!yuu to train him but before they could say yes, vil drag epel by the ear. By now oni!yuu is secretly training epel when it's night or during the time vil is too busy. But soon vil caught on what's going on due to epel eye bags on his eyes, vil was about to confront oni!yuu but epel stop him. Seeing how epel is determined to keep training, vil allowed him to train but as long vil and rook are present.

Oni!yuu and malleus definitely are bff. They met during malleus visiting the ramshackle, oni!yuu just got finished training and was walking back to ramshackle. They saw malleus and immediately bolted towards him. Malleus thought that they were planning to attack him but surprisingly, oni!yuu look with excitement and say they both have horns, they gush at him saying how cool they look and they never thought they were going to meet another oni. Malleus corrected them saying that his a fae. And know oni!yuu is now ecstatic. This is a bloom of a beautiful friendship.

After their display of their bodies prowess, Azul is now hooked and will try to hire oni!yuu as a bouncer for monstro lounge. Depends on you guys whether or not they take the job or not. But if they did, bff #2 Floyd. Every time they see each other they will drop everything just to hug and squeeze each other.

[neckromantics]

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Sudden Desire.

pairing: Himself (my druid OC) x Moss (@neckromantics 's sorcerer OC) warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. praise kink. creampie. word count: 3,627

summary: Himself is a wood elf druid, and Moss is a half-elf sorcerer. Their relationship is slowly developing over the course of our D&D campaign. Read more about Moss here. Also, go follow @neckromantics ! They'll be posting Himself x Moss stuff too!

They shook him awake at the crack of dawn, staring down at him from their perch on his waist. Himself looked up at them and smiled. They had fallen asleep soundly on top of his chest the night before, their breathing deep and even, for once. Maybe the skin to skin contact had something to do with calming them.

Oh, they were still staring. "What did you say, rosebud?" He reached up to cup their cheek, running his thumb along their bottom lip. They looked comically serious.

"I want to do it. Tonight."

"You want to what? Do what, sweets?" He stifled a yawn into his free hand, not breaking eye contact. They were practically boring holes into his face, the way their staring seemed to suddenly intensify.

"It." They glanced down at his bare chest pointedly, then bent forward, examining one of his freckles. The shift of their weight in his lap sent a shiver up Himself's spine, and suddenly he understood with the utmost clarity he could muster at sunrise. His fingers wound into their hair almost reflexively. "You were missing this one yesterday…" Moss murmured, fixated on his chest now.

They shifted again, sitting up; and it had him biting his lip. "What is it?" They tilted their head. Himself pulled his fingers slowly through their hair and sat up with them, resting his hand at the back of their neck. He bent down to kiss the top of their head.

"You want to do it? You want me like that?" he murmured into their hair. Moss nodded slowly, glancing up at him, and he raised his eyebrows. He leaned down, breathing into their ear out of necessity, since they were still surrounded by their sleeping companions. "Like this, rosebud?" he rolled his hips once, catching one of theirs in his free hand. Moss let out a heavy sigh, nodding more insistently and pushing their face into his shoulder.

"Yes…" their voice was muffled, but they sounded sure. "I am…. nervous. Is that okay?"

"It is. I am too. But we can do anything we want to, and nothing we don't want to, right?" Himself hummed softly, wrapping his arms around them and squeezing. "We'll use our instincts." He chuckled, and drew them back, tilting their chin up with two fingers. "Does that sound okay?"

It was hard to get through the day. Himself had thought about it too long, become too anxious. He had been studying their every move from the day the two had met. He had noticed how their body language changed when someone's voice rose above speaking level. Not only that, but he had noticed sometimes when he lifted his hands, they would flinch. Moss hadn't mentioned anything, but he suspected there was good reason for it. After all, he thought, he was simply a man they had met in the forest. They had reason to fear a strange man, he was sure. But, he had also noted just how receptive their body had been to his touch, thus far.

Like now, walking side by side with his hand at the small of their back. The party was searching for a place to camp for the night, and Himself had let his mind wander a little too far. After a moment, he registered Verit saying his name, with some heat at the back of his throat.

"Aren't you paying attention, druid? You're supposed to be our guide out here in the wilderness, not babbling to yourself off in dreamland." His tone was biting, but Himself recognized the banter as well. He smiled, shaking his head a bit.

"You lot can suffer," he replied with a wide grin, "Moss and I are going to take the only dry spot over this hill, and you get the valley, sound good?" When Verit scowled, he laughed loudly. "Only joking, mate. We'll camp here for the night," he pointed to a small thicket with a clearing just beyond. There was a bare dirt pit, a good sign it was a safe place for travellers to rest along the road. When he looked down at Moss again, they were gazing up at him, a curious look in their eye. He tried not to notice, and failed. He added quietly so that only they could hear. "And you and I, we'll find someplace a little more secluded to rest for the night, won't we?" They had looked away by the time he had finished talking, but he could see the smile on their face.

Dinner that night was… interesting, to say the least. Something about the evening time seemed to send Moss into a daze. It had happened several times they had stopped to camp already. Himself felt them stiffen at his side, heard the bowl clatter to the dirt at their feet. He reached over to gently squeeze their hand, but they had gripped his wrist with a surprising amount of strength, letting out a shaky sigh and pressing their face into his shoulder. Slowly, the sigh turned into a whimper and that's when he became concerned. Deftly, he slipped an arm around them and leaned down to whisper in their ear.

"What's wrong, rosebud?" The words barely left his lips when Moss interrupted him.

"I need…" Another whimper. He drew them away from his shoulder by yanking gently at the back of their shirt. Himself bit his lip when he found their face flushed, and their hair had suddenly turned pink.

"Did you remember something?" he murmured, tilting his head. They nodded. "Show me later, then." They nodded again, more slowly this time. "Eat your dinner, love," he prompted. "You'll need the energy." Amazingly, when Himself looked up, it seemed that nobody else had noticed this little exchange. Well, they hadn't seemed to, until he had made eye contact with Salem. The poor tiefling was making a horrified face, but said nothing.

They lay down together as usual, next to the fire pit. Himself had been more than comfortable in wildshape before this, but Moss seemed to prefer burying their face in his neck in the evenings, so he had conceded to be in human form recently. Sometimes, he caught them planting kisses over his skin when they thought he was asleep, and would shift subtly, baring his neck for them. Since the first kiss the two had shared, there hadn't been much intimacy. He had made sure of it, because he hadn't felt he could control himself. The druid knew that Moss needed a gentle touch, and as they lay together this night, he found himself wondering just how he could provide that with their request early this morning.

They seemed to know earlier than he did - even with all of his keen senses - when everyone else had fallen asleep. As such, their head popped up, and he turned his face to look at them. He put a finger to his lips, silently sitting up and looking around before murmuring, "The coast is clear. Shall we?" He sounded a lot more confident than he felt. When Moss had stood up, Himself gathered up their bedroll, throwing it up on his shoulder before offering them his hand.

It surprised him that they initiated things, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Well, maybe it was him, he couldn't remember. He definitely knew that he had barely laid down the bedroll on the forest floor before pulling them close against him. Maybe the start had been when he kissed their neck. Maybe it had been them pushing his shirt up and pushing their nails over his stomach. Perhaps things had really started when they lay down together again, and he pulled their thigh over his hip.

But now, they were guiding his hand between their legs, and he stiffened a bit.

"Can I?" he panted softly against their ear, and they nodded frantically.

"Why else would I be-" they murmured back, and Himself laughed softly, pushing his hand into their trousers as slowly as he could manage. His lips found theirs again, sating the temptation he felt to pin them down for the moment. Moss was receptive, and kissed him back firmly. Encouragingly. He traced his fingers along either side of their entrance, lightly. His own hips jerked a bit in response, instead of theirs. The pad of his finger found their clit, and he circled it, licking over Moss' bottom lip. They pulled back, watching his face. Himself smiled, his free hand coming up to rest at the back of their neck.

"Keep going, you reckon?" he whispered. They nodded, cheeks flushing a bit as he pressed a little more firmly before withdrawing his hand from their trousers. Moss looked confused as he brought his fingertips to his mouth, but he kept eye contact with them through it, expertly finding that spot again between their legs after a moment. They stayed like that, nose to nose, while he teased through their folds and over their clit. He pressed one fingertip to their entrance, and when they nodded again, he slipped it into them. His free hand smoothed down their back, pushing up under their shirt. Himself paused, letting them get used to the feeling, while he traced lines up and down their spine.

"Deeper…" was the word they chose to choke out, eyes searching for his. "Slow," they whispered, and he nodded, pressing deeper. He wanted to kiss them through it, but decided eye contact was what they might need more in the moment.

"Eyes on mine, mm? Tell me how it feels, rosebud," his lips barely brushed theirs.

"Good, it feels…" they shuddered, and he pressed his fingers into their back. "Good," they gave him a dazed little smile, hitching their thigh higher on his hip. Their hand went for his wrist again, guiding his movement. He let them control the pacing, gladly. The issue was, they surprised him, rocking their hips forward and taking his finger easily. Moss' brow furrowed, and he made to pull away. Was he hurting them? Then they moaned softly, continuing to roll their hips. "More…? More…"

Himself shook off the shock, shifting to slip a second finger inside, letting them rock their hips as they pleased. He could get used to this look on their face, if he was being honest; it was adorable. To know he was able to make them feel… so…

They whimpered again, smile plastered to their lips, and he had to smile at that, too. "So good, I want mo- ngh…" The half-elf promptly shoved their face into Himself's shoulder, and he cradled them in his free arm, kissing their temple as their hips jerked softly. No rhythm, for once. He'd seen their routine, after all. Himself smiled more widely, cleverly hiding it against their neck. "More, please…" it was muffled, but full of certainty. He'd take it.

Gently, he slipped his fingers out, being sure to graze over their clit once more as he drew his hand from Moss' trousers. He met their eye with a wolfish grin, his signature, and they looked confused for a moment. "I want you to get in my lap, rosebud," he murmured. "When you're ready." They didn't hesitate, sitting up when he did and pushing their trousers down slowly, not breaking eye contact. They barely got them to their thighs before he was pulling them down. He was too desperate for the contact, clearly. But Moss laughed, coming down willingly and immediately bending to kiss at his neck.

Their breath was hot and welcome over his skin. "You need to take yours off too…" They whispered innocently against his collarbone. He groaned internally, how could they expect him to keep control if they were moving like that against him? The druid relented anyway, shifting to kneel up, pushing his simple linen pants down to his thighs. Moss was too close to undress much further than that, and the way they were licking and sucking bruises into his skin was too distracting. His hands found their hips, and he pulled them down, sighing out with the contact. He remembered, suddenly, as if their touch jolted him back to that moment at dinner.

"Weren't you going to show me something?" he breathed against their ear. When Moss didn't respond, he gently cupped their chin in one hand, meeting their eyes when they turned to face him again. Their hips were already rocking slowly against his. "You remembered something during dinner, hm? Why don't you tell me what it was?" Their eyes bore deep into his, and he smirked widely. "Come on, now, rosebud. Don't leave me wanting." Himself's tone shifted into the seductive, he couldn't help it with the way they were moving.

"Keep going…" they whispered, and it sounded like a question. An invitation, definitely, but a question as well. One of their hands found his cheek, and he leaned in close. He decided to experiment.

"You feel so warm against me, Moss," he sighed over their lips, barely brushing them with his own. "I've wanted…" Now was the perfect time for the truth to come spilling forward, wasn't it? "I've wanted to treat you to a night like this for a long time." He smoothed his hands up their sides slowly, then down to their hips. The druid hesitated for a moment, then he gripped their hips firmly. Not enough to startle them, but enough to make them slide against his length slowly. As if having them this close wasn't enough, he could feel just what effect his words were having on their body. It only spurred him on. "You're so. Bloody. Gorgeous. Love. I'm the luckiest man in the forest tonight…" With that, he leaned forward, kissing softly up Moss' neck, helping their continued movements.

"You think I'm…?" the rest of their thought seemed to trail off until he sat back, meeting their eyes once more. Their face was blush-coloured. "Gorgeous?" They paused, dragging their hips forward slowly. Himself could only imagine the face he made at that, feeling his mouth fall open when he panted out his next breath. "Can I…" they whispered, pressing their hips down gently. "Can I please…"

He nodded, laughing a bit. At least they were right where he was. Himself lifted the sorcerer from his lap easily, watching them reach down and biting his lip firmly when their hand circled his length. Gods forbid that would be the thing that ended him tonight. He focused on taking deep breaths the entire time they guided him to slip inside, though his fingers still pressed firmly into their hips. "Go slow, rosebud. Don't…" he stifled a moan. "Don't hurt yourself. Please." They were past listening, though, taking him all in one go with a heavy sigh. "Gods…" Moss' weight was fully back on his lap, and he caught them up in his arms, holding them tighter than he meant to.

"Himself, I have to move, please…" they whined softly. It nearly broke him how their voice was so velvety against his ear. They moved their hands to his shoulders, then; and he lay back, very slowly.

"Move then, rosebud," he grinned up at them. They hesitated, looking surprised. Himself moved their hands to his chest, tracing down their sides once more with a soft sigh. "Come on, you're doing so well already." Moss' hips jerked at that, and they let out a quiet moan. "You like that, don't you?" Moss only nodded, remaining silent as a flush crept over their chest and up their neck. "Aren't you just adorable, rosebud." It was more of an encouragement than a question, and they nodded again, more frantically, starting to move. When they leaned over, getting more leverage, Himself reached up to push their hair from their eyes.

The only thing escaping from Moss' lips were incoherent whimpers after a few moments, and he had to distract himself with stroking through their hair and gently knotting his fingers in it. He didn't dare pull it hard enough to hurt them, only to keep their eyes on his. Then a single word fell from their lips, much like a pebble dropping into a calm pond. "You…" It sounded as desperate as he felt inside. They tried again. "You are… Feels…" A low moan punctuated the end of their sentence. Himself thought it best to sit up then, moving one hand to the dip in Moss' back and the other to their chin.

"You're so close, aren't you? Keep going. Move like this, love." The words came out confident, but he felt wholly mesmerized by them. Their eyes were clouded over, completely lost in pleasure. "Eyes on mine, hmm?" He smiled when they looked up at him through their eyelashes, and it nearly broke him again. He guided them to grind against him slowly for a moment, pressing his hand into their back.

It only took a moment. Only a moment, before Moss froze in his lap, gasping and twitching bodily when they leaned forward to stifle their moans into his neck. They reached up, pushing their fingers into his hair and pulling it lightly. He turned his head, bending down to trap their lips with his, kissing them firmly through it. That was, until the squeezing around him started to become too much. It was too warm, too slick. Too tempting, he thought, and groaned softly against their mouth.

Himself broke away, panting quietly and bumping his forehead against theirs. He dragged his fingernails up and down their back, shifting up again to kneel instinctively. A quiet squeak interrupted his movements; and before he could lay Moss to their back on the bedroll, he jerked to a stop.

"Moss, I'm…" he started. "I can't," he took a deep breath. "You… we haven't talked about this yet." The druid let out a low chuckle, giving them a squeeze.

"What do you mean?" they sounded breathless. "What are you talking about?" He shot them a sidelong look, petting down the back of their neck. Mostly to ground himself. It seemed to help them too, evident by the shaky sigh they let out.

"I need you to get off me," he murmured. It was embarrassing. Instinct was trying to take over, and he wanted so badly to pin them to their back right then and there. To make matters worse, his hands started to shake; and he gripped their hips once more, flexing his fingers to calm the tremors.

"I don't want to." It was so deadpan that it took him by surprise. Moss planted their weight firmly in his lap, and started to move again. He didn't have a chance to protest before they locked their arms around his neck. "I want to make you feel good too," they paused, then smiled. "Puppy." Himself felt his face grow hot, disarmed for the moment as they began to bounce steadily in his lap. He let them, giving into the feeling as he watched their eyes. Then they ground against him slowly, forcing a moan from deep in his chest. "Please…" was all they had to say.

In an instant, he was gripping their hips tightly, holding them down against him while he began rocking his own hips. More forcefully than he anticipated, to be sure. They kept eye contact with him the entire time, and hot breath mingled in the space between them. "You'll let me? You want me to…?" he gritted out.

"I…" the gasps made their way back into Moss' voice, and their breath halted when he stopped, holding them down tightly. He could feel himself bottoming out inside them. They nodded with a surprising amount of energy - and unprompted, too.

"Have it your way then, little creature," he growled softly, wrapping his arms around their waist and grinding it out, slowly. Their body reacted the moment before his, and they were squeezing his length once more. Moss all but went limp against him as he followed them over the proverbial cliff; and he held them close, shushing the soft cries and rubbing over their back slowly. "Stay with me, let it all out…" he sighed in their ear. "You did perfectly. Just look at you, mm?" Moss let out what sounded like a satisfied little sob into his shoulder. "That's right, just look," he chuckled softly, sitting them up. Himself let his hands wander over their stomach and chest, the pads of his fingers collecting drops of sweat in their travels. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered, echoing the sentiment from earlier while he caught one of their hands in his, bringing it up to kiss over their palm and fingers.

They let out another shuddery sob, then a soft laugh of surprise when he started nibbling at their fingertips. Good, he thought. He hadn't pushed them too far. "That felt… It was… Mmf." They slumped a bit, and he noticed they were shuddering. "Thank you," they said after a moment. That made him throw back his head and laugh. He was still laughing a few moments later, when he tugged them gently down with him as he lay back for the final time that night.

"You don't need to thank me, rosebud," Himself let out a slow breath once he had gathered them up in his arms again, settling them on top of his chest and planting a kiss to the top of their head. "Your pleasure is mine."

They lay together for a long time, their breathing evening out until Himself had suspected Moss had fallen asleep. Then, when the moon peeked through a break in the clouds, he finally said what he had been thinking for hours. Quietly, into their ear. Only for them.

"I think I'm falling for you."

hey all! thank you for supporting these oc x oc fics! i really appreciate that/if you got all the way down here and are reading this! a big thanks to @neckromantics for making such a sick OC, and for cooking up a ship with me. please go follow them!

a big thanks to you, the reader, for being here! you rock! shoves away the thought of "this is only gonna matter to the d&d group"

[thebowieconstricker]

Stagedoor Sparks! (Matthew Patel x Reader) ✨🔥🔱

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AN: OH MY GOODNESS YOU GUYS WERE FEELING THIS ONE OKAY-

I’m so glad to see people hyped up for my pathetic pirate boy. Please enjoy and if this goes well I may turn it into a series lol

We’ve got a gender neutral reader, idiots in love, I saw someone say pathetic x pathetic and YES, theater kid lingo, mild swearing, and your favorite cutie pie. ⚠️Also, this is heavily based on Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, so spoiler warnings for that if you haven’t seen it! ⚠️ Enjoy!

“Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Musical”, was what the bright lights of the massive sign on your local theater boasted. Recently, your coworker Julie had been telling you about the ridiculous life of this ‘Scott Pilgrim’, ranting about the conga line of characters that filled his (frankly, pathetic sounding) existence. She had also alerted you to this… musical. A musical that had been written about his life.

You sighed to yourself and adjusted your bag. Making your way to the golden, elaborately designed doors, just barely dodging all the paparazzi (why was there so much paparazzi?), you somehow successfully made your way into the main lobby of the theatre. Ivory and gold filled your vision as you observed the plush red carpet that lined each of the three floors. You had visited this theater before, and it’s gorgeous grandeur never failed to amaze you.

Now, you did not at all care about this guy. Yes, you had been silently internalizing every minuscule part of this random guy’s daily shenanigans, but that was because you were being a good friend to Julie! This Scott guy seemed like a tool, and you weren't particularly interested in listening to a…?

You checked the playbill the usher had just handed you.

…THREE HOUR MUSICAL?!? You almost started laughing right there.

But anyways, you weren’t here for this Scott guy.

You were here for musical theater. You had always been drawn to the fantastical world of lights and costumes and music. Plus, this was a community production with actors from Toronto, and you were always happy to support your local theater kids.

As you finally made your way to your seat, you sat down in the plush red chairs and opened your playbill to the cast section. You didn’t see any names you recognized, but one stood out to you.

Matthew Patel - Scott Pilgrim

Obviously, Scott Pilgrim was the lead role, but what really caught your attention was the picture attached to the name. Matthew Patel, you respectfully observed, was mad cute.

The lights suddenly began to dim and you settled in for whatever was in store, keeping a keen eye out for this ‘Matthew Patel’.

~~~ Holy shit, this is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

From the moment Matthew Patel walked onstage, you were absolutely smitten. He wore a bright orange wig that clashed horrendously with his dark skin, and an oversized jacket, but he was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Also, holy shit, Matthew Patel could sing. From the first line, you were completely enraptured by his high tenor belting. As you watched him onstage, you saw literal sparks in his eyes, his excitement and passion for the stage radiating off of him.

At the curtain call, you stood and enthusiastically clapped for each of the cast members, but hooped and hollered for Matthew especially. Even though you knew he couldn’t see you from the stage, you found yourself blushing at the thought of him looking at you.

That’s when it hit you: You’ve gotta book it to stage door to meet this guy.

~~~ Matthew Patel was completely exhausted. As the curtains flew closed, he sighed and turned around to smile at his cast mates. Although he was drained by his performance, he always took this opportunity at the end of a show to look to his fellow caste mates.

And hopefully someone would invite him with their group to an after show dinner.

He walked through the crowd, giving pats on the back and thumbs ups as he made his way to his dressing room. Lots of smiles, lots of “great job!”’s but… no invitations.

Slamming the door to his room he quickly took of his wig and put on his regular clothes, deciding that he would take off his stage makeup at home (aka the makeup he regularly wore but no one cared enough to know that). His room had a window where he could look down at the stagedoor line, the line that had been non-existent since opening night. He didn’t take it personally, since this musical was for a very specific audience of people and he understood that outside of them, no one knew or cared who Scott Pilgrim was. But still, he was onstage. He was singing and dancing and his art was being celebrated. Yes, he was lonely, still, but life wasn’t too bad right now.

As he did every day, he quickly glanced out his window to check for audience members at stage door and, sure enough, no one-

Wait-

Someone was there?

He did a double take and physically walked to the window, his hands placed against the glass and his now quickening breath creating a fog.

SOMEONE WAS THERE??!?!?

From high up in his dressing room, he saw a small figure holding the bright red playbill of his show. They seemed to be moving back and forth on their feet, bouncing excitedly. From so high up he couldn’t see their expression, but could make out what he thought was a smile.

He broke out into a wide smile. Running around his room, gathering his things and throwing them into his backpack, only one thought raced through his mind: He had to get down there.

~~~ As you waited, the cold Toronto air stung against your flushed cheeks. You were still high on endorphins from the show, the songs already worming their way into your head as you tapped your feet in anticipation.

Suddenly, and without warning, a man burst out of the dark black door you were waiting out, out of breath and panting. He was so hellbent on running out the door that he ran right into you, knocking you over!

“AH-“, you both made the same sound as you fell, the man directly on top of you.

“Oh- apologies, ma’am, I uh-“

You would have said a number of rude things to this man but, seeing his face, you were starstruck.

“Matthew Patel?”

His eyes widened in shock. Carefully, he got off of you and onto his knee in front of you. Gently, he took your hand and pulled you up, the both of you now back on your feet.

“You know me?”

You couldn’t help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Of course! Well- I mean, you know, you’re Scott Pilgrim! You were absolutely incredible up there, just amazing! My jaw was the floor the whole time! I mean, your voice and your dancing and the fight scenes-“

As you rambled on and on, Matthew was unable to snap himself out of the trance you had put him in. Visually, you were breathtaking, so much so he didn’t know how he had ever found anyone else attractive. But more so, you were genuinely complimenting him. He was never complimented on his theater work. He’d get the rare one from his cast mates, but never an outside fan.

Noticing his silence, you suddenly stopped talking.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to rant, it’s just- one theater kid to another, you were so amazing.”

He shook his head at your apology. “No, don’t be sorry. You’re- you’re very kind. Thank you. And I’m sorry again for… running you over.”

You laughed- a leitmotif to rival Sondheims to Matthew’s ears- and looked at him with a goofy grin.

“Would you sign my playbill?”

“Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

The two of you spoke at the same time, and one’s question made the other blush furiously. Matthew’s entire body tensed in embarrassment that he had been bold enough to ask you out like this, not even knowing your name.

You were absolutely over the moon.

“I- uh- yes. Yes, I would love to.”

Your smile got impossibly wider, and the sparks in Matthew’s eyes that you had noted during his performance returned. With a huge grin, he reached out his hand to take your playbill. You handed it to him and a marker appeared in his other hand as he quickly scribbled his signature.

“What’s your name?”

You told him and his blush deepened. He turned back to the playbill and scribbled a bit more, then handed it to you. You squeaked in excitement and looked at what he had written.

To my biggest fan,

(Y/N)

Looking back up at him, you were certain this was the start of something new.

“So… do you like Italian?”

~~~ HEY MATTHEW FANS TAKE THIS FIC! GO, FETCH! This’ll make a lot more sense if you like musicals, so have fun! Like I said at the start, if y’all want more and I’m feeling up to it, I’ll write more! Happy holidays, folks!

[1-800-local-slut]

rio getting to know shy reader but realizing she far from that now that’s she’s getting comfortable with him.

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He's Right

I hope you like this! I made it hella suggestive at the end. Please let me know what you think! I just started this show Rio is literally my baby daddy but I'm only like four episodes in so I'm if it's too out of character.

Likes and reblogs are very appreciated!

Pairing: Rio (good girls) x shy! black! reader

Warnings: cheating, mentions of traumatic past, cursing, suggestiveness at the end, reader has a boyfriend

I need him in a way that isn't natural, I need him in my draws NOW.

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"Can I help you with anything sir?" Rio glanced up, his sharp eyes leaving the book he was examining.  The Lord of the Flies or some shit. He was sure he read it in school. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the woman standing before him. His eyes flicked to her neckline, seeing the star shaped necklace around her chest. That right there was perfect, telling him everything he needed to know about her relation to his target.

The woman was the younger sister of King Jericho. Otherwise known as some lame ass pimp who made the mistake of stealing from Rio. And no one steals from him and gets aways with it.

He still remembers how he was sitting with Marcus in a McDonald's drive through. Marcus was eating chicken nuggets, getting barbecue sauce and shit all over his mouth. Rio was telling him to take it easy, then he heard chiming. His phone rang, and Mick told him that their man went ghost. And when they couldn't find him, that meant they couldn't find Rio's money. And THAT was a problem.

So to make a long story short, Rio had to go the long way and go to his family. Mom sent him and Mick packing, dads dead. Only person left was his sister. And that led him to the gorgeous brown skinned woman before him.

"Of course you can, mama. I need help, I'm looking for King." His eyes scanned over her entire body, looking for something, anything, that could get him some help. Her brown eyes, and long eyelashes blinked at him but they didn't show fear or recognition. Instead she stared patiently waiting for him to continue. Nothing, time to try something else.

"Is that a series? Or an author? Do you know the genre?" Trying her best to do her job, he watched her reach into her side for her walkie talkie. So she didn't know about the King part, time to check if she knew about Jericho.

"Nah, it's none of that. I'm looking for Jericho." And there it was. The second the words left his voice in his usual charming manner her eyes filled with panic. Goosebumps appeared on her brown skin and one of her hands flew to her hair. He noticed for the first time that it must be a wig, black hair was in waves down her body and parted down her middle. For some reason her shiny hair was oddly enticing to him. Her teeth sunk into her plump, glossy lips and Rio's eyes flickered over them.

"Like...from the Bible?" Her soft voice was like music to his ears. If only that sentence wasn’t so stupid.

"...The Bible." He repeated while narrowing his eyes. Either he was being played for stupid,which was not a smart thing to do or she was stupid. He wanted to believe the woman he just found attractive even for a moment wasn’t an idiot. 

“Nah girl. I think you know what I’m talking about.” Placing the book that was still in his hands on the table behind him. Her chest was heaving quickly and she was clearly beginning to panic. Rio moved his eyes up to Mick, who was looking at a cookbook with Snoop Dogg on the cover. With a wave of his two fingers, Mick began to intercept her escape.

“I don't, I'm sorry. I don’t think I can help you, maybe you should check somewhere else.” Slowly turning on her heels, she walked head first into Mick. His solid chest stopped her, and nudged her glasses further up on her face. Stepping back she softly groaned and readjusted her lenses.

“Now, this looks like an interesting book. Can you tell me what it’s about?” Rio asked, sitting down and Mick led her to put her plump behind, that Rio noticed when he saw her through the shop's window. She nervously took a seat. While clenching and unclenching her hands on her skirt, Rio watched her with observant eyes. With a glance, he motioned to the book attempting to get her to tell him the truth. With a shaky breath one of her manicured hands reached for the book.

“It’s Lord of the Flies. It revolves around this group of British boys who are stranded on an uninhabited island and try to govern themselves. Things go bad really really fast.” Her brown eyes met him once more and he smirked. In response, she looked down at the table and snuck two looks at him.

“Oh nice nice, it got a nice ending n shit?” With a swift nod, he hummed. He kept his eyes trained on the golden star dangling from her chest, probably bought with Rio’s money.

“Alright, here’s the deal. Your brother’s a bitch. He stole from me and ran out, and I need to find him. And I need you to tell me where he is.” She swallowed thickly. 

“And who exactly would you be?” 

“My name ain’t important moma. Just know, I know you. I know your mom, I know your auntie and your grandma, I know your boyfriend too. You mom is vicious, she sent my ass packing and told me to try you next.” Her eyes got wider and wider with each sentence. He’d probably be shocked too if his own mom sold him out. Her brother had always been trouble for her. At least that’s what he gathered. She’s had to get him out of trouble more than once. Mostly out of trouble with men, going on dates and what not for his sake. No way they weren’t talking any more. 

“Look, I don’t know anything about my brother. I haven’t talked to him in like 3 years! I can’t help you. Whatever debt he’s got with you, I can’t settle it.” With a scoff and a sigh, Rio rolled his eyes lightly. Her eyes went wide at his laughter, her finger digging into her nails. She was afraid of him. He didn’t like that, but that brother of hers seems  to have gotten her involved with a lot over the past few years.

“Relax, ma I ain’t gonna hurt you. I just need you to tell me where he is.” Her head shook quickly, her hair flying around wildly. She was still denying contact.

“That’s a nice necklace. You enjoying 21?” Her face went stiff. Her mouth opened slightly to respond, her glossy lips parting. Then they shut quickly as he saw tears well up in her eyes. He was right. The necklace was sent to her apartment by her brother exactly one week ago for her 21st birthday.

“I can’t help you. I don’t know where he is, this didn’t have a return address. It came in an Amazon bag! I mean, if I could I’d help you but I can’t do anything for you gentlemen.” She was trembling in her seat, and two tears escaped her eyes. But if she could receive something from him, she could learn exactly where he was. And given he had no leads, he had to settle for asking her to find out for him. 

She was crying like he had threatened her, and he partially imagined what type of people she had been around to warrant a reaction like this.

“Look ma, I just need you to stop crying. Can you do that?” He asked and she nodded, wiping tears from her face.

“I can’t just let you go though. Your brother sent you something and I need you to find out where he sent it from. That’s it. Tell you what, put this book on hold for me. Imma be back tomorrow, with enough to pay for it. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I just need you to learn this for me.” He slid out of his seat, leaving the trembling woman there and she placed her face in her palms in dismay.

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“Shit! What the fuck Rio?! You just break into my fucking house, you couldn't give me a phone call?” Growled the woman in a  slightly drunken anger. She turned on the lights next to the door and kicked off her heeled shoes. His eyes looked up and down her curved figure and she glared at him. Rio let out a laugh and his head lolled back on his shoulders. He was sitting on the back of her couch, petting her black cat who purred gently. Rio already found out that her cat adored anyone who fed her. 

“Well yeah baby. We still haven’t found your punk ass brother.”  Her eyes rolled hard into her head, and she threw her purse down and came around to the couch. Plopping down on her couch, Rio looked over at her soft skin covered by her golden dress.

It had been about two months. Two months since Rio went into the bookstore she worked at. Two months after the third day he entered the shop and she informed him that she found him. Then when he got there and found Jericho skipped out once again. And from there, something about her kept Rio coming back to bother the shy woman. Except she wasn't what he thought at first.

The woman slouched on the couch right next to him was vulgar, loud and proud, abrasive and more. She cursed at him, cursed out the TV, cursed out her mother and grandmother and boyfriend. She cursed out Rio. She was perfect for him. She was nice to him, despite their off putting first meeting. She put him in his place when she felt he needed it. She wasn’t afraid to tell him to shut his goofy ass up in her exact words. But still, sometimes he’d look at her and she looked just about ready to fold for him. And Rio liked that shit.

Now in a golden mini dress that she wore, with body glitter all over her breast was enticing Rio. She smelt like a mix of vanilla and a bar. In truth, if she could find her brother for him he didn’t care anymore. He could find him on his own with the clues they found at his last known location. In fact, soon enough they’d get their final location. He just liked bothering her. And it wasn’t like she was even bothering to look for him anymore. Last he asked she told him to suck her dick, she wouldn’t be searching for shit. 

“What’s wrong baby, you have a shitty night?” He asked, taking one of his large hands and cupping her face. He noticed her thighs pressed together with intense pressure. A smirk came across his face, and ran a thumb over her stained lips. She leaned into his touch and he waited for his answer.

“My boyfriends being a cunt again.” She sighed and her cat jumped into her lap, patting his paws on her soft thighs. Rio wanted to do that too, boyfriend be damned.

“Oh yeah?” He asked his hand itching down to her neck and his pinky scraping over the chain of that star necklace. That same necklace that pushed them to meet. Her eyes stayed glued to his, as she glanced up at him with wide eyes.

“He’s going on about not trusting my friendship with you. Then he told me to get the fuck on, since I didnt want to dance at the club. He was like ‘oh you rather dance with that other nigga?’ and I was like  ‘he’s not a fucking pussy, he could probably dance better than you’ so he told me to fuck off and I left him and told him not to come home tonight. You’re the other nigga in question. The niggas trippin, he keep bitching about it. He says he knows you wanna fuck me. He’s being a bitch, it’s making me want to cheat on him.” Suddenly he smirked at her. She raised an eyebrow, still feeling the heat of his hand on her throat and rubbing her thighs together.

“And what if I told you he was right?” His hand was now lightly around her throat, and he brushed pieces of her curly afro out of her face with his free hand. Slowly she began to process his words. Then a wicked smile crossed her face and she licked her lips.

“You should do something about that then.” Her voice now low and seductive, as he saw sparks of mischief in her eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her soft ones. They pulled away for a moment and he lightly squeezed her throat harder. Licking his lips, he tasted the liquor and her strawberry lipgloss.

“I’m about to show you what else I’m better than his ass at.”

[sourjinss]

⁀➷ ‎‎YOU STAY ON MY MIND

➼ CHAPTER ONE ⋆ a happy coincidence ⋆ PREVIOUS CHAPTER

➼ PARING ⋆ tattooartist!taehyung! + bartender!fem!reader

➼ PRÉCIS ⋆  after a rough patch in your relationship you and your boyfriend are finally on solid ground but that all goes to hell when his older brother, taehyung comes to visit.

➼ CAUTION! ⋆ cheating sexual themes verbal abuse toxic relations this is pure fiction does not relate to any idol physical altercations fluffy and sweet (yay) angst (boo) slow burn?? side jungkoook story?

APPLE!! - i feel like the first chapter is always hard to do i hope you guys like it though! it took me while and the writing might be ass (mybadd) but heart it and reblog if you do enjoy !! xoxo

PLAY THIS ⋆ come here by dominic fike , talk 2 you by brent faiyaz

TAEHYUNG had an easy life; he would tell you that himself. but his appearance could tell a different story for anyone who was small-minded.

he could feel the stares from miles away a man around his age who expression spoke envy because his seat partner was too close to drooling on her rather conservative skirt, lust written all over her face.

an older woman, who was disgusted with just being in the same space as him, her daughter had looked at him with admiration despite his tattoos and his many piercings.

he offered her a small smile and looked back out the plane window, he liked a routine he put precision in anything that he deemed worthy.

making a trip to his hometown was not in his plans, not that he was complaining he wanted to see how his little brother was doing but in saying that led him where he is now, trying to find as much peace as he could with his seatmate, jeongguk snoring obnoxiously his thin lips parted like the clouds that they flew by. 

taehyung didn't know why jeongguk was so set on following him, without taehyung at the tattoo parlor he could finally act on his crazy ideas. 

he chose not to think about too much jeongguk was already tired of being nagged by the elder.

mingyu, his little brother suddenly came to mind he was much like his apprentice. “kook” taehyung whispered as he reached over and gently shook him on the shoulder

jeongguk ignored him and turned his head the other way his voice coming out slurred and groggy “is the plane going down?” taehyung smirked and shook his head looking at the people passing them both to board off “well fuck off” “m’kay” taehyung leaped up out of his seat happily and grabbed his suitcase, leaving the stubborn kid by himself after a minute he had realized and cursed at taehyung under his breath, running to catch up with him.  

“bitch what?!” 

 noelani looked as if you had a red ball on your nose and a rainbow wig on. “there’s no way you took his bum-ass back” feeling the heavy embarrassment creep up on you like a bad cold you turned around bringing your focus back on the glass you were previously cleaning.

but you knew your best-friend wasn’t having none of that “yn honey are you serious?” “i know you don't have to rub the shit in..” you sighed turning back to meet her ridiculous stare

“what?” she blinked as if she was thinking about the next words to come out her mouth, which you knew she wasn't “is the dick that good?” she said loudly, inside voice never being considered. glaring at her you snatched her glass of liquor “first of all, that’s enough for you”

it was near closing time, there was a few people in the bar and you was almost done with your nightly duties noelani was drunk and you took that opportunity to tell her what had happened with mingyu, praying that she wouldn’t remember the next day if she were sober she would've taken the initiative and attacked mingyu in the  back of your head you kind of wished that she did. you wished of a lot of things lately  

“okay the only logical reason is that you're with child and he's the baby-daddy” noelani suggested, blowing a tight curl off her forehead, chin rested calmly in her palm “i’m not pregnant..i just forgave him” those words felt nasty coming out your mouth

“what- why do you think what he did to you was worth forgiving yn?” she crossed her arms, swaying gently  

you paused, your mouth ajar and before you could answer the bell on the door rung, the cold air being pushed in. two men sauntered inside “fuck its freezing” one of them seethed, combing their fingers through their jet-black hair he was taller than the other, he dressed in all-black attire his hands covered in tattoos, a ring hanging from the corner of his mouth.  the other was somewhat similar, dark attire, hands covered in ink, but he had honey blonde hair his appearance to you seemed gentler in a way “your dumbass wanted to drink in the middle of the night”  

“you didn’t have to come” in response to that the honey blonde smacked the back of the others head “who the fuck was going to drive your sorry ass home?” he looked around and his dark eyes reached yours and stayed that's when you realized that you were staring at them both quickly you averted your gaze but his eyes stayed on you.

“is that like a turn on of yours or something?” jeongguk mumbled pinching his brows together while they walked to the bar taehyung nodded mindlessly his eyes still perched on your silhouette jeongguk followed his eyes

“dude..am i tweakin' or are you eye-fucking someone” with that taehyung finally removed his eyes

“what are you talking about?” he deadpanned and rolled his eyes “whatever makes your monkey jump..” jeongguk snickered and went back to his phone right when taehyung was about to cuss him out you walked over.

standing in front of them making both of them pause in their tracks to look at you “uhm hi what can i get for you..guys?” either of them uttered a word and it was making you feel extremely awkward pursing your lips tightly you provided a small smile “ill come back later”  

“no that’s okay we’re ready” jeongukk vocalized smiling back “can i get a blueberry daiquiri but frozen please”  

you weren’t expecting such a fruity drink from him you thought as you turn around to face the other “and you?”  taehyung’s hands felt sweaty it was freaking him the fuck out

“i’m actually not drinking tonight” you smiled at him and tilted your head “next time then” when you turned around to make jeongguks order he slapped taehyung on his arm and shook him excitedly taehyung pushed him off him but was secretly geeked out because what did you mean by next time “so how long are you two staying in town?”  

taehyung was feeling himself “how do you know we aren’t from here?” he smiled pulling his sleeves up to lean his forearms on the bar staring at your back his eyes trailing down to your ass, which was doing those jeans a favor

“well are you from here?”

that’s when you turned around to face him “i am my friend here isn’t-“ taehyung stuttered, causing jeongguk to laugh beside him, slapping his thigh and sipping on the drink you served him

“what brings you guys here?” wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he grins, hitting taehyung on the back “taehyung here is visiting his baby brother and helping out a fellow artist in the area and i’m here for the ride”  

“jeongguk here is the tattoo’s shop receptionist back where we live and he had nothing better to do so he tagged along.” taehyung interjected straight-faced

jeongguk ‘s knowing smile deflated and went back to his drink dejectedly. you laughed and nodded, putting the drinks back in destinated places taehyung found himself wondering if that laugh was genuine and if the smile you shown was real   

“i figure you two were artist”  

“oh you’re an artist?” jeongguk interviewed in which you shook your head quite flustered “oh no no i only have like one tattoo”

taehyung wanted to know where it was how big it was, how’d it looks on your skin, what it felt like to trace it with his fingers. “i’m close to some artists” that came out like a question out of your mouth.

“really? name some we might know them” 

you were about to tell them about mingyu’s work, in the past you had boasted about how hard he works to create art and bring into life, but something stopped you “there's my friend, noelani she's super talented”  

as if she was summoned noelani somehow managed to stand on her own and came over “yn i’m going to head to the crib” she slurred but tried to give the impression that she was dead sober

“yeah, no” you said as you grabbed your bag everyone but them had left.

 one thing you knew about her is she was really good at fronting, pretending be someone who had their shit together, noelani was one of artist you are close with she is a taller woman with dark red hair tanned skin incorporating many fine line tattoos, color etched in each one she was a few years older than you and both of you were roommates in college and since been inseparable. 

“i am not even drunk-” she leaned her hip on the stool and turned to look at jeongguk who was drinking quietly

“what are you looking at?”

his doe eyes widened and blinked you covered your face with both of your hands and groaned internally “ignore her please”

you sighed while untying your black apron and walking over to your friend, wrapping your arm around her waist

“we’re actually about to close.”

“shit- sorry” taehyung said as he stood up burning a hole in jeongguk’s head who was still in his spot, ignoring taehyung he turned to you and pulled out his wallet “how much do i owe you”  

“don’t worry about it, hope you two enjoy your stay!” you smiled tightly struggling moderately to hold a drunk noelani up jeongguk bit his lip

“can i at least help with your friend?”

  you looked between them “and how do i know you two aren’t like perverts or something?” noelani all of sudden stood up straight and squinted “the tall one is someone i’d still be with if he dogged me out” noelani spilled before going limp into your arms once more 

a-beat passed and you kind of wished you died a quick death right there jeongguk smiled awkwardly and taehyung stared at you in disbelief a look in his eyes you couldn’t read

you looked at jeongguk and carefully offered your friend “i have a gun” you lied swiftly as jeongguk gently carried noelani on his back and in response she rested her head on his shoulder, he blushed profusely.

you and taehyung were left alone behind the duo 

“if me and my friend make it out alive tonight, i truly hope you and him have a nice stay” you humored.

taehyung looked at you and grinned his lips stretched into a boxy shape

you thought it was cute

“i promise we have no intention to do such a thing” you nodded and shyly tucked a stray hair from your ponytail behind your ear, you were both walking slow and it was nice, talking to him was pleasant “how long have you been a tattoo artist?” 

taehyung stuffed his hands into the red leather jacket that hugged his frame and hummed as he pondered

“about five years or so?”  jeongguk and noelani had probably reached the vehicles but he couldn’t find a reason to care.

“how long have you been bartending?” “for 8 years or so..” you looked at his coated arms shamelessly and it was like each piece stuck to his skin perfectly

“it was my mother’s bar; she would haunt me if i let it to waste” you kicked a small rock and smiled to yourself an apologetic expression flashed over his face "way to ruin the mood y/n you thought" and quickly raise your hands  

“i’m fine it was years ago”   

taehyung looked back at the bar, his dark eyes shining with adornment “she would be so proud of you y/n”  

a lot of people said that to and you never really knew if what they said was truthful, taehyung made it seem almost believable.  

Before taehyung could see how thrown off you were by his statement jeongguk yelled from where he was “if you two don’t hurry your asses up!”  

you brushed off the feeling that settled in your stomach and quickly opened the back door to your car helping jeongguk put her in looking at him strangely when he put his coat over her torso.  

taehyung raised a brow and looked at him skeptically.  

jeongguk only shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck “what? she said she was cold” he then circled around and got into the car him and taehyung rode in 

with that you and taehyung was left by yourselves and to be truthful taehyung wasn’t rushing to leave you for some unknown reason you were incredibly interesting to him; the way your hair flowed with the cold breeze, how your arm flexed slightly when you wrapped it around your friend's waist it all drew him in, and that made him anxious hell you made him blush for fuck sakes.  

“so um i guess ill see you guys around?” you say with a sweet smile planted on your lips, taehyung only nodded and licked his lips silently.

you turned your back on him but before you could climb in and drive off taehyung stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist.  

“if you want anything done— tattoo wise please come by, i'm down the street from where your bar is” he suggested shyly and took his hand off your (he noted) much smaller wrist.  

you grinned and climbed into your car taehyung closing the door for you. “that’s nice of you, stranger” he shared the simper and leaned down to your window, his face dangerously close to yours “i have to repay the kindness you showed my apprentice”  

“maybe ill use the favor soon, maybe not” you teased lowkey getting into the little moment you both were having

“i would hope so, i hate leavin’ debts neglected”  

“it was just a drink-” you started  

“i know just lemme repay the favor, ma” he sent his award-winning smile before leaning back up and hitting the top of your car

“drive safe its ice on the road” he offered before going back to his own car, which was much nicer than yours.  

but he never drove off, it took you a minute to realize that he was indeed was waiting for you to leave and that made you smile a little bit and while you drove off you waved a hand out the window. 

jeongguk looked at him and shook his head “I know you fucking lyin”  

taehyung rolled his eyes and drove out the parking lot “what are you talking about?”  

“flirted her head off dude knowing damn well she got a man” he stated and looked at taehyung like he had sticky note on his forehead that said ‘biggest dick walking here!’

“she got a boy and he don’t even deserve all that” taehyung knew what he was doing was morally wrong, but it felt right and- hold up

“didn’t you give her homegirl your jacket?” jeongguk suddenly was very interested in the amazing city lights that flew by “how you think yoongi’s shops doing?" 

taehyung chuckled and reached over to pinch his cheek “nah nah nah playboy you did that smooth as hell, now she gotta see your dumbass again”

 jeongguk grumbled, a warm blush creeping up his neck “if that’s how you flirt i feel bad for her” 

he couldn’t stop thinking about you, about your body filled out perfectly in your work outfit he couldn't stop wondering where that tattoo of yours laid, if it was done on a drunken night or were you feeling frisky due to boredom, he wanted study it like he was testing for his license again and he hoped to see you again, even a glance will do..

"this is bad" he notioned the smile quickly being wiped off his face

you chose not drive noelani home instead you took her to your place, your house was your family home you grew up in it, it was left to you by your late mother she knew how much it meant to you.  

after a failed call with mingyu and about all your dying strength you got noelani situated in one of the guest rooms, knowing she was going to hot in the middle of the night you took off her clothes and tucked her in, not forgetting to put a bucket with a trash bag by her side and water on the stand.  

closing the door you practically dragged yourself to your bedroom, opening to see mingyu sleeping peacefully in your bed, in your room. the same room he fucked another bitch in, the same room you grew up in.  

you heaved a heavy sigh and silently got a tee-shirt and closed the door gently

walking back to where noelani remained and threw off your soiled clothes, residing in nothing but a tee-shirt and your panties, climbing into bed with her and resting your face in the hollow of her back

the last thought crossing your tired mind is how taehyung called you ‘ma’ causing you to sleep with a small smile  

the next morning you awakened by the sound of your annoying ass alarm, waking noelani up too, “ow ow ow” she winced holding her head with her hands, “fucking hell-” she moaned as she got out of bed and rushed to bathroom which you presumed to throw up and shit. 

the winter sun shined heavily into the room, and you founded it irritating, the past few weeks you found a lot of things irritating.   

getting out of bed reluctantly, the scent of eggs and bacon forced itself into your nose  

did mingyu really took the initiative to make you breakfast?  

“mingyu?” you called before walking around the corner, yawning and stretching your arms above your head only to bump into a broad chest.

“fuck my nose-” you whined, now you were not a morning person at all, and you were seconds away from cussing mingyu's ass out for not watching where the fuck he was going  

little problem though, you looked up it wasn’t mingyu it was taehyung like the guy who charmed you last night like the same guy with the pretty works of art on his body and even a prettier smile.  

you both stared at each other in utter shock, and you swore he could your heart beating out your chest.  

noelani came out the bathroom and rubbed her eyes, pausing a few steps away from you both announcing what was going through both of your heads  

“what in the absolute fuck is goin’ on?” 

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[salix-triandra]

for the ask - Sam Butler from mismag! (this is ivy btw just on my extremely old technically-main blog 💀)

Thank youuuu I would love to talk about the wondrous and incandescent Sam Butler:

I feel like Sam is getting her flowers in Season 2 and flew under the radar a bit in Season 1, but Season 1 established that Sam's strength lies in seeing the emotional connections between people and that she has a very strong emotional intelligence. She sees how people matter to each other, but her insecurities break my heart as they don't let her internalize how those connections often spread from HER. S2 shows us that she has spent so much time convinced that people don't actually like her but are liking a spell she is casting on them, even though the reality is that people genuinely like her. She is charming, but she isn't just charming; she has a strong desire to know things about others.

I've only ever shipped Sam with Evan, I'll be honest-- in season 1, she was the first person to say hi to him and attempt to include him the moment she met him. Sam literally talked demons out of possessing him. It blindsided me when Evan and K were the pairing in S1 (though by the time S2 began, they'd broken up) because I saw Sam's genuine care and affection for the person Evan was and I saw K's more surface-level fascination with Evan's situation and sad-boy deal over his person-ness. No K hate, it's literally their arc. And in season 2, that care and affection has continued to grow between Sam and Evan from the start, as early as episode 2 when Sam sees Evan giving into a violent urge and stops him bc she's worried about him, when she notices Evan is being really violent with his shadow, and when Evan carries Sam across a sea of lava and they have an emotional talk about wanting to be in each other's lives. And the whole time K and Sam are talking about what Sam wants in a partner it keeps cutting to Evan doing something off to the side... and then epsidoe 3 happens where Evan fucking dies and Sam is the only person who can look at the shadow version of him? And how she's the one to ask all the right questions to determine how to get Evan back to life? And from that point onward, we see them both prioritizing each other first in everything: in combat, in emotional scenes; they gravitate towards each other before others. I could talk about this part forever but won't bc this is about SAM and not the two of them as a couple. She is so attentive, caring, and loving; it shows in the way she sees Evan as a normal person, and he validates that for her by showing that he consistently sees to the core of her.

Non-romantic OTP, K Tanaka and Sam are Pink Pals forever, childhood friends that were super close, grew apart in adolescence, and then re-connected as 17 year-olds. They care for each other a lot and are able to have tough conversations together even if it means getting a little tense because it matters to them.

I know this doesn't count as an unpopular opinion about Sam the character, but seeing as how I don't have any, I would love to see more art of Sam with her natural hair or, at the very least, with some of the protective styles she would wear under her wigs! I'll contribue myself sometime soon, but I'd love to see it from other people, too!

I would have loved to see Sam get to have more time with Fergus Pontz, a character who she dated in S1 and then saw very briefly in episode 3 after Evan got killed-- we find out he followed the Pilot Program's pathing from island to island and then ended up somewhere with bomb in his chest?? and he died??? so she never got to meet back up with him and find out how he survived things; clearly something in their old dynamic was haunting her and it would have been nice for her to get that closure with him.

Thank you again for asking!!!! I loooove this series very much and Sam most of all :)

[emeraldbabygirl]

GURL

YUTA NAKAMOTO

GURL

HE WAS MY FIRST BIAS IN NCT I WAS LIKE “THAT MAN RIGHT THERE” but then I stopped listening to nct and when I came back to their music I had other favs but OH MY GOD IT’S GIVING KIM JAEJOONG IT’S GIVING GAZETTE?? IT’S GIVING J ROCK IT’S GIVING 90’s/2000’s J ROCK AND IDEK WHAT THAT MEANS BUT SOMETHING ABOUT YUTA AND ROCK FEELS SO RIGHT? Just like Woodz those two were def born to rock tf like oh my god YUTA THE MAN YOU ARE IT’S GIVING FIERCE CUNTY DIVA MY WIG FLEW TO JAPAN TO JOIN HIS ROCK BAND TYPE OF SHIT. I love them kpop men trying out the rock genre

[hunnysnoops]

the children yearn for burn alive and wtt updates! 🤕 even a little sneak peek would cure our pain

Just for proof it exists

WTT CHAPTER 14 SNIPPET:

Before Kyle can sputter out another apology, another actor dressed as a vampire sweeps out from behind a nearby curtain, his face painted messily white with little dribbles of fake blood around his mouth. He wore what you could see to be a cheap wig, pinned haphazardly onto his head . He doesn't make a sound, just glides over silently, his dark cloak billowing behind them. With dramatic flair, he twirls to show the flowing nature of his cape and he kneels down beside you, giving Kyle a side-eye so sharp it could cut through steel.

"Everything okay, madam?" the vampire asks, voice thick with a caricature of Dracula's accent. He offers you a hand, his fingers cool to the touch as they help you to your feet, while Kyle stands there helpless, still trying to process what just happened.

You give a weak nod, trying to shake off the stinging pain in your throat. "Yeah," you rasp, "just... he might be single after tonight." You shoot Kyle a look that's partially amused, mostly pissed off.

The vampire actor gives him a cold, disdainful once-over before turning back to you, his voice deepening with mock seriousness. "Vat happened to ze young lady?"

"She's okay," Kyle cuts in but the vampire swishes his hands in Kyle's direction as if he cast a spell of silence over him.

"I asked ze lady, not ze ogre," He says, turning his attention toward you "Shall I dispose of him for you?" You thought his urge to stay in character equally parts odd and corny.

BURN ALIVE CHAPTER FOUR SNIPPET:

"What's this?" Kenny asks looking at a glass vase filled to the brim with tiny colourful trinkets. Every single item was a different colour, adorned in intricate patterns.

"Seashells."

He picks one up looking at it, it's painted a gradient of light pink to magenta, dainty white dots spotted on the curves of it "Did you paint this?"

You glance at the one he's holding, shaking your head "My mom did."

"Woah, she painted all of these?"

"Yup."

He places the pink shell back gently and picks up another, eyes narrowing as he studies each brush stroke "Fuck," He mutters "She's really good," this one has a miniature painting of a lighthouse on it, and the sky is a light shade of blue and each cloud looks like cotton that's been fluffed up and hung in the sky. Each blade of grass in the sand dunes is painted with a certain type of precision Kenny knew he could never reach, in the front of the scene seagulls flew over the salted ocean and just for a brief moment he felt like he was there basking in the sun with the taste of freedom in his mouth.

"Is she an art thingy? I forgot what they're called."

"What?"

"Art constitute or something."

"Art consultant? No."

"What does she do then?" He looks to you expectantly "Y'know, for work?"

"Interior design."

“Whaaaaaaat? Skills like this and she’s doing interior design?”

[goldfades]

✮ 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲!, zegras' have more fun au

♡ ─ summary | it's y/n's 19th birthday back in 2022!

♡ ─ warnings | unedited, nothing except some cursing, literally nothing i don't think??

♡ ─ taglist | tbd (check link in navigation!)

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay guys!!! i have a few announcements for y'all! 1 - i've decided that after this post, this won't be a reader insert because...

2 - i am planning to make this a series!!!!!! one of my oc's for this au, brie, will be having her own spinoff with luca fantilli (maybe, we will see...) and it will be confusing so that's why i decided to make the zegras!sister an oc!!!!!!! i will be posting some polls (bc here we are a democracy here 🫡) for the name & brie's love interest so keep a lookout for that!

3 - PLEASE SEND IN SOME ASKS FOR THIS AU! i am running out of ideas quickly, so please send in your thoughts!!!! anyways, that's it lol. sorry for the long A/N!

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ynzegras ann arbor, michigan

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ynzegras | glow day with my girls <3 (+ parker)

tagged: briesbagels, avazegras, frienduser1, frienduser2, pchandler68 september 1, 2022

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briesbagels | birthday bitch!!!! yesss!!!!!!!!!

briesbagels | SHE FLEW ME OUT TO MICHIE IT WAS SO FUN

↳ ynzegras shoulda went to umich instead of uc berk 🙄

↳ lucafantilli ik, shes so much fun too bad she goes to berk 😑

↳ pchandler68 🤨📸

avazegras | OLD LADY !!!!!!!!!

↳ ynzegras shut up. ur literally 2 yrs younger. ur close behind

pchandler68 | ACTUAL photo creds this time!!!!!!

↳ briesbagels all you this time😌

↳ ynzegras thanks park for doing ur job

↳ pchandler68 so u just invited me to ur photographer??

↳ ynzegras yeah it was going to JUST BE A GIRLS NIGHT but ur welcome

↳ lhughes_06 ya she didn't invite me😑

↳ jackhughes or me 😐

↳ ynzegras where tf did u come from???

↳ jackhughes @/elhughes

↳ ynzegras bruh...

_alexturcotte | happy birthday sistaaaa 🩵

↳ ynzegras thanks turcs 🫶🏼

trevorzegras | HAPPY BIRTHDAY *ACTUAL* SISTER

↳ _alexturcotte 😐

↳ ynzegras ty king, almost as old as you 🥰🥰🥰

↳ trevorzegras is she ... being nice for once??????

↳ ynzegras ur making me seem like im a total bitch, im literally so nice

↳ griffinzegras 🤨

↳ pchandler68 🤨🤨

jackhughes | happy birthday, u get my venmo???? 😁😁

↳ ynzegras yes thank you king, finally paying me back for all those times i paid for your coffee

↳ jackhughes u mean literally 3 times??? bro??

↳ ynzegras yeah with ur fucking girly ass 8 dollar drink

↳ jackhughes ok miss "can i get a matcha frap no whip with oatmilk and vanilla cold foam"

↳ ynzegras awww ur memorized my drink 🤞🏼🤞🏼

↳ trevorzegras stop sending money to my sister jack, she has enough

↳ jackhughes no

lhughes_06 | happy birthday 🫶🏼 hope u had fun with ur "girls"

↳ ynzegras thank u AND YES I DID.

↳ lhughes_06 could've invited me, i could've put on a wig

↳ ynzegras no

↳ briesbagels no

_quinnhughes | HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE Z 💘😁

↳ ynzegras ily big hughes

↳ trevorzegras wow...

↳ ynzegras 🤑🤑

lucafantilli | happy birthday 💩

↳ ynzegras thanks king 😇

↳ lucafantilli now can u be our manager 🤓

↳ ynzegras NO. I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO.

adamfantilli | happy birthday little zegras 🥳🥳

↳ _quinnhughes thats kind of a me thing... ummm

↳ ynzegras thanks little fantilli 😗

↳ _quinnhughes im such a trend setter 😝😝

markestapa | HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANAGERRRR 😍😍

↳ ynzegras gtfo

↳ markestapa ily too 🤩

edwards.73 | happy 19 freshie 😌🥳🥳🥳

↳ ynzegras thank you ethan 😛

griffinzegras | happy birthday bio sister

↳ _alexturcotte bro.

↳ ynzegras ily, you shoulda come

↳ griffinzegras u and brie literally kicked me out at the door even though i flew out for u

↳ ynzegras WE HAD DINNER OKAY????

juliezegras | happy birthday beautiful daughter, had a great time in ann arbor and will be coming back 🩷🩷

↳ ynzegras ily momma 🥹

trevorzegras anaheim, california

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trevorzegras | 19th bday versus 9th birthday 🥹

happy 19 to my little sister, you never fail to make me proud, you're so special to me and i can't wait to see how you will suceed, me and the whole fam will be there front row to cheer you on forever. you're amazing, never forget that my fav striker 🩷🩷 p.s: you will get your gift when you send me back my north face tshirt u stole tagged: ynzegras ugust 31, 2022

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ynzegras | i love you trev 🥹 also ur not getting back that shirt

↳ trevorzegras no gift for you then

↳ ynzegras k.

↳ trevorzegras jk your package will be there in 2-3 days

↳ ynzegras ily you know me so well

ynzegras | ily but you misspelled succeed

↳ trevorzegras wait really??

↳ ynzegras yeah edit it, love u but its embarrassing

↳ trevorzegras how do u do that??

↳ ynzegras 😐😐

fanuser1 | awww, i forgot trevor had siblings but they're so cute

↳ fanuser2 ikr, they look sm alike tho i see it

↳ ynzegras i do not look like a fish 😑

↳ fanuser2 LMAO PLEASE DAMN

griffinzegras | AWWW fetus y/n, back when she wasn't a bitch

↳ ynzegras shut up griffin im serious.

↳ griffinzegras u didn't disagree tho 😶

avazegras | i'm crying. we were so small 😪

↳ ynzegras dw we are still petite af

↳ avazegras LMAO PLEASE BE SERIOUS Y/N

juliezegras | my babies 🥰🥹

↳ trevorzegras momma 💘

briesbagels | baby y/n 🥹 so cute

↳ ynzegras I KNOW

pchandler68 | throwback to when y/n was actually cute, WHAT HAPPENEDDD

↳ ynzegras ik you're not talking mr. 5head, at least i was a cute kid

↳ pchandler68 WDYM I WAS ADORABLE???

↳ ynzegras yeah whatever helps you sleep at night babe

jackhughes | AWWWWWWWWWWW

fanuser3 | isn't she dating one of the hughes brothers??

↳ fanuser4 NO WHAT SHE ISNT, TREVOR WOULD KILL THEMMM

↳ fanuser3 no i swear i saw a pic of them kissing on pinterest

↳ fanuser5 i thought that was luke

↳ fanuser4 DAYUMMM SHES GETTING THE WHOLE CREW WOW

↳ fanuser6 guys please be fr, shes not gonna be dating jack hughes. this isn't a fanfic 😑😑