#smoking ciggeret

[slugwithdrugs]

Hey Uncle Slugger, you might not know me.. But that’s fine! I was adopted by your brother, who is now my Papa! I just wanted to say hi and hope your day is going well!!

-Foxy 🦊

"Oh....my days been .........fine..i guess..."

[lucy-dulap]

Lucy's opinion on all the kings and vice versa

(Going back to my roots with this one)

Lucy: Satan is a very... interesting character. He is quick to anger so I don't like him that much. The crunch of his teeth is a trigger at this point. I could do with a little less Satan in my life.

Satan: I have no idea how Solomon made such a whimp. They're adorable, I wish they would stop flinching everytime I look at them.

Lucy: Mammon is my sugar daddy. I give him praise and kiss his ass and he gives me money, it is a very fair trade. Hm? Of course he knows that's our relationship dynamic, how could he not?

Mammon: And this is the plan I have for their wedding suit or dress, this will be our cake and this is the ring design I came up with. They can still date Gamigin, but I'm clearly their future husband.

Lucy: Leviathan... no comment. I value my throat more than my desire to call him what he is.

Leviathan: They're an ungrateful brat with absolutely no decency! All they ever do is whinge and cry, they are just the worst! And don't get me started on that Gamigin guy. How dare he kiss my child! He doesn't deserve them and I'll make sure he pays for touching someone else's property.

Lucy: I hate Beelzebub. Whenever he's around he smokes and I hate ciggeret smoke. He's also so sexual and he keeps groping me. At least Mammon pays me money to touch my ass, Beelzebub looks like he's after my V card and nothing else.

Beelzebub: Who? Oh yeah the kid. They're cool, I guess. Nothing against them. They're a bit boring though.

Lucy: mmmmmm Asmodeus... man is making me question my asexuality

Asmodeus: I'm holding my opinion until that heritage test comes back. For the record, I would not fuck my children. Anyone else though? Especially my ex's mistake? Absolutely. I have some unfinished business with Solomon anyways.

Lucy: I'm not sure Belphegor is alive. He snored once when I was close to him and I swear I almost had a heart attack on the spot.

*Belphegor could not be found to respond to this interview question*

Lucy: Lucifer is perfect, I love him with all my life, since I was 11 I started worshiping Lucifer and it seems like it has payed off. Even now I pray to him, I wish he would sit on me, use me as a chair, or a footrest, anything, Lucifer if you're watching this let me ri-

Lucifer: They're a good kid. I'm glad Gamigin is making friends outside of Paradise Lost.

[cherubispunk]

UP IN YOUR ARMS (PROLOGUE) -Noir!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: the begining of it all tasted like whiskey and ciggeretes. But smelled of the interrogation room.

a note from Lucy: Helllooooo my lovely Joel Miller enthusiasts! i'm here again, and so are you, with yet another joel au series. this time with a historical twist. wiil it be completely historically accurate? probably not? are we here anyway because its joel fucking miller? yes. yes we are. fair warning, some dark contant will be in later chapters, so if that isnt your cup of rosey lea, feel free to scroll away. if it is, then sit back, relax, enjoy a dry martini and some blues or jazz music on vinyl, and lets have a wild time. Also, a huge thank you is due to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for convicting me to post this. Love you cherub! xxx

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wc: 912 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! 1940s!au, no outbreak, no use of y/n, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Joel is in his 40s), allusions to Smut, smoking, use of pet names such as doll, cursing, being arrested, interrogation scene, references to violence, ww2 references, probably an unhealthy relationship between reader and joel, mentions of blood, let me know if ive missed any warning out that should be tagged.

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“Okay,” Detective Granger sighs opposite you, “Let’s try this again.”

Your knee bounces rapidly under the chrome metal table. If it weren't screwed to the floor it would surely rattle with your antsy movement. Your eyes fall to your lap, the dress you wore tattered with a mix of blood, dust and the smell of Joel’s aftershave. A smell you wish you had with his physicality.

“Please state your name for the record.” He asks. Again. From the moment they put you in cuffs, shoved you in the back of a cop car, and brought you up to the station, you had not uttered a word. Maybe you were scared, or maybe it was the principle of the fact. But the idea that Joel was a few rooms over – not at arm's length – it made you yearn for his touch. To be under the rough pads of his fingertips once more. Weather it be in a grimy motel room, or even the fucking Canary Club back in the cesspool of Boston. 

But you sighed, knowing you aren't going home anytime soon without giving them something. Joel told you to spin it. Tell them the truth with the twist he promised would work. Leave you unscathed. 

So you tell them your name. And then your occupation once they ask for that too; “Singer.” 

The detective looks at his co-worker, raising his brow. He nods back at him, believing you. If only you could unleash the insults that curl and cinder at the tip of your tongue. 

“Okay,” Granger tips his head to the side in acknowledgement of the fact your answers are the truth. What leverage would you have to lie if the very thing you are about to spill is an ever so slight twisting of the truth?

You watch with unblinking eyes as he places a black and white picture upon the table, between you and his now folded hands, “Care to tell us who this is?” 

It’s Joel. You knew they knew that. They just need to confirm their suspicion for the record. For the jury. The court. Your impending trial. So you take a second to study it, hold back a smile at the very sight of his broad shoulders, his tarnishes, creased dress shirt that clings to him like a second skin you wish to ravish him off. Even in the stale air of an interrogation room, through the captured image of a blurred mugshot, he makes the fire in your loins kickstart. Memories of joyrides, money, sex, motel sheets and speakeasy rendezvous. 

You give them a nod, sitting back in your seat.

“Who is he?”

“It’s Joel Miller. ‘Says it right there.” You tap the mugshot with your index finger to prove a point, kissing your teeth with a smug smile. “Or can you pig’s not read?” Venom spills from your words like maroon wine from a shattered glass. 

Detective Granger bites his tongue, leaning forward over the table, hands grasping the lip of it as he stands up, knuckles bleached white under his own grip. 

“Don’t think I ain’t above sending you to a cell with a shiner to your pretty lil’ nose, Doll.” He glared. It didn't seep any deeper than skin though. Didn’t rattle your bones that way Joel’s voice would when he called you a pretty ditzy thing that one time. If he were here the detective's teeth would be splattered across the tile of the floor for saying that. Daring to call you what he did, turning it into something that made your lip curl in disgust. 

“Oh, I'm sorry, Mr, Detective.” You pouted, tilting your head at him, doe eyed, sarcastic innocence wrapped around your tongue’s words.

His fist descended down upon the table with a slam, making you flinch. Much to your own dismay. “Just answer the damn question!” 

“Was he your boyfriend?” 

“No.”

Joel was no mere boyfriend. 

He was your lover. Your life. Your glue that mended cracks seen by no other. The man that undressed you and wrapped you up in his warmth. His Texan drawl. Unravelled you between your thighs. Made you lust for anything he did. He was air in your lungs, the smell of cedarwood and musk. Metallic blood on your collarbone and gravel under a cars worn in tires. He was the leather of your car seat. The Egyptian cotton of your sheets. 

But this was where the lie began…

“He was my jailor.” 

Detective Granger’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, your eyes finding him behind the wisp of your lashes. The glassy shine of a tear slipping from your waterline. He furrowed his brow, his thin lips pressing into a thin line below his bushy moustache that curled at the ends. The nostrils of his bulbous nose flared and his jaw ticked under the clenching of his teeth. Once more, you looked into your lap at your folded hands.

He sighed once more, adjusting his grey suit trousers to sit down, holding his tie to his beer belly as he did so. “Can you tell us what happened? Leading up to the crime?” His voice was softer and he winced at the sound of your sniff. How you were so timid all of a sudden like a deer in headlights. 

You nodded, swallowing your own saliva, the walls of your oesophagus grating together like coarse sandpaper. And then you spoke. “I met him when I was living in Boston.”

[alxnetxgether-moved]

@creelsclocks said: "I hate this constant divide." He doesn't smoke, but he thinks this must be what it feels like to need a cigarette. They're all supposed to be friends, but there's this weird tension every time they get together. "I know it sounds childish, but I just want us all to get along like normal. To be friends. Is that too much to ask?"

Trevor presses his lips into a hard line for a moment before answering. "It shouldn't be," he says with a long sigh. "I have no idea why the same weird discussions, arguments, and hypotheticals keep coming up every fucking time we're in a group. But I'm going insane too." Trevor pinches the bridge of his nose as he pulls out a ciggerete. This situation is going to make him chain smoke. "Eddie is one of my closest friends, but I feel like he... I don't know. He likes doing this? Wants to drive all of us...Chrissy... away?" He shakes his head. "I don't know what to do at this point..." pretty soon, he's just going to stop caring about the outcome.

[yourfavoriteearthshaker]

Jegulus? *ciggeret being smoked sounds* haven’t heard that name in years

[loxanchives]

i know the whole fire aversion is supposed to extend down to cigarettes but its just so prevalent in games. in the stories. pretty sure the only ones struggling might be fledging's and even then not so much.

also dalms got stress enough.

[bingpot-hotdamn]

Imagine this just being a cold open (I got bored)

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Raymond : So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know.

Everyone:

Kevin: ...I did. I broke it.

Raymond : No. No you didn't. Gina?

Gina: Don't look at me. Look at Jake.

Jake: What?! I didn't break it.

Gina: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Jake: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Gina: Suspicious.

Jake: No, it's not!

Rosa: If it matters, probably not, but Charles was the last one to use it.

Charles: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Rosa: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Charles: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Rosa!

Kevin: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Raymond .

Raymond : No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Gina: Captain... Terry’s been awfully quiet.

Terry: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Now I don’t know what the canon ending is but this is my strange ending to it

*Amy in the bathroom smoking her emergancy ciggeret because she broke it and Kevin said he’d take the blame for it - I really want to see Kevin and Amy bond cuz I feel like something similar to this could happen (unrelated note but yes)*

[loyaltyearned]

Is it okay if I request some random Sevika headcanons? Just little quirks or secrets about her character. Also! I hope you’re having an awesome day!

Yes yes yes yes...

Slight nsfw mentions, slight trauma mentions; cut since it's a longer post!

Okay so Sevika is GNC, she'll refer to herself as the man, sir, daddy. And other masculine honorifics while not feeling very attached to masculinity. She however feels less connected to femininity, often forgetting many of her feminine features. He uses (she/he) still prefering she and "woman"

As much as she prefers women, and he does consider herself "wlw" she does have very few and rare expectations to men. (Silco and a friend's OC) He doesn't date much, it takes a lot for her to get platonically involved nevermind romantically. Not only has she had bad experiences and bad exes, her parents had a horrible relationship as well.

Sevikas father was a bad man, he didn't care about many people, I'm considering at the moment to make him (an Enforcer/ her mom was from Zaun <he basically treated her and his family like a 'charity' case.>) either way he traumatized her, her brother and her mom. Often having to stick up and fight her father, resulting in injuries. He had a little brother, she loved alot but lost his life in the fight on the river (the day Vander quit) that's why she had such a resentment towards him. Her brother died for nothing.

She doesn't respect or like many people but those who earn it, usually have her undying loyalty. Until they lose it. He binds alot, wrapping ace bandages around his chest, to appear more masculine. She also drinks, smokes (weed/cigars and Ciggeretes) and occasionally partakes in recreational shimmer use not often though, seeing as silco had a special potency for her arm that shot her up each time she used it.

Sev used to be very hot headed when he was younger, often getting herself into fights, his younger brother patching her up. He taught her how to stitch and heal herself, while she taught him to fight. She's very protective of the ones she loves.

Sev hates not having control or power. Respect although comes first. She can live without people fearing her but much prefers it when they do. He bottles her emotions, often drinking or smoking away most of his problems. Wake up drink, go to bed smoke. Can't sleep? both! She can't sleep without alcohol in her system, and often can't sleep in general. She mostly stares at her ceiling at night smoking.

She's a regular at the brothel we know this, she's tough and top, getting everything she wants when she wants it. But if he's in a relationship with someone she trusts, he's rather relieved to be able to give up control for once, letting herself relax from having to put up such a strong demanding face all of the time.

He's very vein, she thinks herself unbeatable and aims to prove it. She hates enforcers. She hates piltover, he hates those who speak nothing but empty promises but most of all she hates weakness. Finding comfort in her strength and what would be considered a "dark side"

People who don't fear her, walking or talking to her boldly gain a little amount of respect. Forgetting shes equal to them (for the most part). But they tend to lose her respect very fast.

Her favorite things are; whiskey, women and dark chocolate, loving the tangy fruity taste, she likes dark chocolate since it's a luxury she often cannot afford, the bitter yet sweet creamy goodness. And well... women.

She used to hate having to fight all the time, but enjoys it now. The sight of blood. The smell of iron, and sweat and in an instant the rebelling is over. He used to be very into history, when she was in her teens, she especially loved the ideas of knights, fighting off anyone to oppose the king. Fighting evil and corruption. And that's how she sees her self and knight at the rulers side. But she's just a little more twisted than most knights in shining armor, as she is both the knight and the beast they were sent to slay.

She cared about silco as he had cared about Vander, at first taking a liking to the four children Vander adopted, but soon seeing the truth. they were his weakness. So far only Silco and Vander had been able to earn her respect and loyalty. Who's next?

[neon-pink-leitner]

I picked a good time to start smoking ciggeretes again because fuuuuccckkk

[maeve--clarke]

Drunk love

The Marauders parties were always a great time. Everyone got drunk and It went on till the early hours of the morning. James had hosted a party for Remus’ 16th birthday. His birthday was on the Wednesday but they had all suspected they would get a bit carried away so pushed it forward to the Saturday after his Birthday. Remus wasn’t complaining one bit. They’d started at 6pm right after dinner. 

“I wanna get as fucked up as possible” Remus told Sirius whilst dancing with him

“Alright, I’ll get first round,” Sirius had replied with a little smirk and kiss on the cheek 

As he said Sirius had got the first round and a couple more drinks. 3 shots of Fire whisky (1 shot glass was empty so Remus assumed he already did it) and 2 bottles of firewhisky.

“What? You said you wanted to get drunk!” Sirius said sheepishly 

“Yeah of course sorry,” Remus said before taking a shot and then getting his ciggeretes out

“Gimme one then,” Sirius gestured after seeing him go for one

“Only if you light it for me - can’t find me lighter,”

“Of course,”

Remus handed him the 2 ciggeretes and once Sirius had light them up they smoked. Between taking shots. 

11:32

A few hours had passed and by now Most of the common room were drunk. Remus inpictuclar. He’d finished a bottle of firewhisky himself and drank half of the other before Sirius stopped him to finish it himself.

“C’mon dance with me good old fashion lover boy is on,” Sirius laughed slurring

“Alright , let me finish this first,” Remus said slurring even more and gesturing to his fag

‘Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy? Set my alarm, turn on my charm That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy’

The two drunk boys sang the lyrics so loud the whole room was filled with the sound of Remus and Sirius’ loud voices. Remus couldn’t stand upright or still and had to rely on Sirius to not let him fall over.

“a’right lads,” A slightly intoxicated James said to the two boys after the song finished

“Yeah course,” Remus said louder then he intended to

“LILY COME HERE ,” James bellowed to make sure Lily heard him and she then ran to him stone cold sober “Practice tomorrow I’ll make sure it’s later though to save yours and Pete’s head a bit.”

“Yeah what’s up,” Lily said without hesitation and a smile

“Go and take moony to sit down I wanna talk to Sirius - alone,” James said whilst letting go of Remus’ shoulder

Lily nodded and took Remus to sit down by Mary and Marlene.

“It’s the birthday boy!”  Marlene exclaimed 

“That’s me!” Remus yelled back whilst Lily assisted him onto the sofa “I can sit down me-self thank you,” Remus said to Lily in a sarcastic tone

“How much have you drank?” Mary enquired probably being the second most sober there 

“Not enough!” Remus said pointing at Mary and smirking “Where’s Sirius?”

“James was talking to him I think,” Lily said looking into his eyes

11:47

Sirius and James walked over and Sirius looked remarkably more sober ; and Remus thought handsome. Sirius went and perched himself on the arm of the sofa Remus was on. He fiddled with Sirius’ hair and Sirius held Remus’ jawline. After a while of staring and the occasional hiccup from Remus Sirius finally said;

“Moony I think we should go to bed,”

“You can gimme a kiss before though,” Remus told him before leaning in for a kiss

Sirius understood what he was leaning forward to do so he joined in. Remus had turned to talk with the girls and listen to Mary about the boy she planned to hook up with this week. Sirius hadn’t left nor did he plan to. He was rubbing Remus’ should and putting his arms around his neck.

11:54

“I thought you was going bed?” Remus asked after seeing a pair of pale hands creep round his neck.

“Don’t want to without you,” 

“Sirius,” Remus said turning around “I love you,”

“I love you too but your drunk,”

“So are you! I’ve been more drunk before and sneaked back in through my dorm bedroom window and not woken matron up. I’m fine, honestly” Remus said slurring at first but then becoming very firm and almost sober before turning back into the sloppy drunk from before. 

[sunxflowerxx]

Stay away from Billy PT. 2

Billy Hargrove X Fem! Reader

Summary: Billy has had his eyes on you ever since you moved to town, becoming his neighbour and class mate. You're the quiet nerdy girl and you and you idea why he was into you.

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of underage drinking, fighting and slight sexual assault

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You swayed your hips to the music blasting in your bedroom as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

A crushed, red velvet dress was worn over your slim figure, folding smoothly into each curve and your dirty converse covered your feet (you didn't own a pair of heels). You ran your fingers through your curtly hair: considering you weren't one for parties, you were quite excited for tonight.

A loud horn from outside filled your ears. You turned off your music and sprinted downstairs excitedly.

You stepped out into the cold night air, body shivering, and strutted up to Steve's car. "Wow (Y/N)! You look amazing..." Nancy smiled as you got in the car.

"Thanks... You don't look too bad yourself..." you giggled. As Steve pulled away, you noticed Billy's car was gone. "Probably gone for a drive."

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You could hear the music blaring from miles away. As you pulled up, the party was already in full swing. Red cups littered the grass, people were making out and fights had already started.

You and Nancy jumped out the car while Steve looked for somewhere to park. You looked around, not leaving Nancy's side. Billy's car was on the lawn... You smiled to yourself, maybe you could talk to him again?

The music was so loud, you could barely hear yourself think. "I'm going to get a drink... Do you want anything?" you asked Nancy as Steve appeared by her side.

"I'm okay thanks. Be careful (Y/N) you're only seventeen." Nancy said grabbing your wrist as you turned away.

"I'm fine Nanc." you wriggled from her grasp and made your way to the kitchen, squeezing your way through the loud crowd.

You began to pour yourself a drink.

"Are you sure you can handle that?" a voice asked from behind you. You turned to face Billy who was leaned upon the counter stealing some chips. You could barely keep your eyes off his shirtless body. That leather jacket looked great on him.

"Yeah I'm sure I can." you chuckled taking a sip of the strong alcohol. The cold liquid burned down the back of your throat and your lips tingled slightly. You grimaced, not expecting strong taste. A muffled laugh filled your ears. "The look on your face tells me otherwise." he smiled, stealing another chip, "So what, you stalking me now?"

"What do you mean?" you questioned him, leaning back on the counter top taking another sip.

"Well you can't take your eyes off me in the parking lot this morning, you're my neighbour and you end up at the same party as me? I thought your friend told you to stay away from me?" he smiled

"It all a coincidence Billy. You may be hot and all but I'm just not into players." you laughed, "And you'll find that I do what I want." you smirked

"Oh so you think I'm hot..." he chuckled moving closer to you.

"I mean it's what everyone else says." you blushed, looking away from him. He knew you were lying, he knew that you too thought he was hot.

"And what do you think?" he asked, standing inches away from you. He stood infront of you and placed both arms on the counter beside you - you were trapped (not that you were complaining).

"I think it's time to end this conversation." you smirked, downing your drink and pouring another one.

He was still watching you. He was mesmerised by the way your hips moved. He didn't understand why he was so drawn to you, he never went for nerdy quiet girls... But you were different... You were beautiful and smart and funny and he wanted all of you, not just a one night stand... He wanted you in his life.

"You will be back." he laughed, "Can't get enough of me..."

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Through out the party you noticed Billy had stayed quite close to you and had barely taken his eyes off you.

"Think you have a secret admirer..." Nancy said from behind you.

"Oh I know. If I ignore him, he might go away." you smirked, you didn't want him to though. He was quite mysterious.

"Is he bothering you?" she asked. You shook your head and made your way back to the kitchen for another drink.

"Hey (Y/N). We are leaving, you coming?" Steve asked, his arm around Nancy. Most people had began to leave now, the only people around were the drunks and those who were sober.

"It's okay, you two love birds go, I'll get a lift home." you smiled sipping your drink.

"You sure? Just stay away from Billy... And no more alcohol!" Nancy warned, hugging you tight.

You mock saluted her with a smile and continued to drink. The night seemed to fade away as your body loosened up and you began to let go.

But you didn't stop there. Drink after drink, the heavier your head got and the room began to spin. Your stomach churned and the music rang in your ears. "Hey, you need to calm down..." Billy said pulling the cup out your hand

"Heyyy, give me taht bakc!" you slurred.

"No. You need to calm down... You should go home. " he said drinking from your cup

"Well my friends left me. Loosen up man and give me my drink..." you ordered reaching for the cup in his hand.

"(Y/N)-"

"You know what fuck you..." you slurred. You turned away from him and stumbled into the cold night air. Goosebumps littered your skin as you shivered in your dress.

"How's it going hot stuff?" a drunken guy asked standing next to you. He pulled out a ciggeret offering you one too.

"No thank you, I don't smoke..." you stated. Moving away from him

"Oh come on babe... Have some fun." he laughed, standing over you, placing a hand on your thigh. You began to feel sick, unsure whether it was the alcohol or his hand on your skin.

"Can you take your hand off my leg please?" you whispered, pushing his hand away. You wanted to scream and cry but you couldn't move, you were terrified. But he ignored you and slid his hand futhur up your skin. You couldn't stop him He slid his hand up your dress and placed them over your underwear. You tried to push him away but the guy wouldn't budge. "Help!" you screamed.

"Shut up you bitch!" he covered your mouth, suffocating you. You began to cry, not knowing what to do. Would no one help you?

"Get the fuck off her!" a voice shouted from behind, dragging the drunken guy off you.

It was Billy.

Your head began to spin and your vision grew hazy. You leaned against the wall and vomited onto the grass while grunts from the fight next to you filled the air. People began to cheer loudly; you couldn't watch.

"Come on... I'm taking you home!" Billy said wrapping his leather jacket around your shivering body. You stumbled forward barely able to walk. He lifted you into his arms bridal style and carried you to his car.

He opened his car door and helped you climb in. "I think you should have listened to your friend..." he said starting the car.

"If you wanted me to stay away from you then why didn't you tell me? Why are you taking me home if u want me to leave you alone?" you asked, eyes closed

"No. I mean I think you should have taken it easy on the drink..."

"Oh fuck off Billy. I don't care. I was having fun. " you sighed. You expected him to shout back but he didn't. He just stayed silent while driving. You felt bad. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean that. Thank you for saving me... If you weren't there I would have no idea what to do."

"He was an ass hole, I'm sorry that happened to you and I wasn't quicker." he said staring at you. Was that tears in his eyes?

"I lied... I do think your hot..." you slurred.

"You're drunk (Y/N)... Maybe you should stay away from me... I'm not a good person..."

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't mean what I say... I do what I want and you just saved me from a creep, it just shows you're a good person." you smiled drifting off to sleep.

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"Wakey Wakey sleeping beauty..." Billy said softly. You fluttered open your eyes and stared at him

"Ugh I feel like shit." you said and closed your eyes again.

"Come on, you need to go home..."

"But your car is so comfy... Just give more minutes..." you whined

The car door next to you opened and Billy lifted you into your arms. He took your keys from your purse and unlocked your front door, careful to not wake your father.

He tucked you into bed and began to leave.

"Billy..." you grabbed his wrist, "Stay... Please."

@xxemoluverxx

@speedmetalqueen

[cherubispunk]

UP IN YOUR ARMS (series masterlist) - Noir!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: Joel Miller is a deadbeat. He admits that. Coming back from the military after suffering a gunshot to the head- he's unemployable. He has no family, his wife having left him before he was drafted and his daughter dying of scarlet fever. Only his brother is left. And, the reckless idiot Tommy is, he gets caught up in the gang culture of Boston, bootlegging alcohol and the like. 

It's only a matter of time before Joel finds himself in The Canary Club, an underground speakeasy. Where he meets you, the headline act. 

a note from lucy: another joel!ay series. someone stop me i beg of yoy. make sure to read the warnings before the fic. dont forget to follow @cherub-notifs and turn on 'get notifications' to be notified when i post. xxx

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PROLOGUE

w/c: 912 | angst

summary: the begining of it all tasted like whiskey and ciggeretes. But smelled of the interrogation room.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! 1940s!au, no outbreak, no use of y/n, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Joel is in his 40s), allusions to Smut,smoking, use of pet names such as doll, cursing, being arrested, interrogation scene, references to violence, ww2 references, probably an unhealthy relationship between reader and joel, mentions of blood, let me know if ive missed any warning out that should be tagged.

PART I

wc: 6969 | smut, angst

summary: The Canary Club. Illicit. Underground. Dangerous too. But nowhere near as dangerous the affair you and Joel start there.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! 1940s!au, no outbreak, no use of y/n, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s and Joel is in his 40s), smut. p in v sex, oral - f receiving, oral through panties, choking, groping, sexism, mentions of racism, touch starved joel, me being back on my bullshit, drinking, ,smoking, throwing fists because men are stoopid and cant talk things out, cheating on the readers part, but joel knows this and still fucks her like the horny bastad he is. *sigh*, use of pet names such as doll, cursing, ww2 references, an unhealthy relationship between reader and joel, mentions of blood, let me know if ive missed any warning out that should be tagged. 6969 words of unedited bullshit because im piss drunk and cant for the life of me edit.

PART II

PART III

PARI IV

EPILOGUE

[alxnetxgether-moved]

Trevor had a verry bad smoking habit as a teenager and when he finaly tries to cut back as an adult one way he does so is by moderating himself. He takes whatever old empty back of ciggeretes he has and filling it up with whatever few ciggeretes he has for the day before leaving the house to go to work. Though it takes him years to fully quit in most verses he does end up weening himself down a lot.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

As If It Weren’t Fresh

Azula Week Day 1: Tattoo Shop AU

Summary: Azula is a tattoo artist and Chan is her anxious client. 

"Will you hold still.” Azula snaps, drawing the tattoo gun away for a fourth time. 

“Sorry.” Chan mumbles. 

For all of his muscles and that inflated ego of his, the boy is something of a wimp. It has been a half an hour and she has scarcely made any progress on the man’s ink. “Do you want your tiger or not?”

“I want it!” He insists. 

“Then let me do my job.” Azula grumbles. She has had some difficult clients before, but none of them have given her as much of a hassle as Chan. She gives him a moment to take a drink of his mango slushie before bringing the tattoo gun back to his arm. She tries to ignore his whimpers and focus on the whirring buzz of her equipment. 

“I should have brought Ruon along with me.” He mumbles glumly. 

Azula gives a haughty half-snort. “You’re lucky that you didn’t, if you’re a fan of your dignity.”

“Do you talk to all of your clients like this!?” Chan asks. 

Azula thinks for a moment, “nope, just you.” 

Chan winces again. She thinks that he may pass out, she supposes that she should try to distract him. So she humors him when he inquires, “so what is the daughter of a multi-million dollar CEO doing in a place like this?”

“It’s a hobby.” She replies. 

“Some hobby.” Chan says. “How’d you find it?”

Azula thinks back. “I had...I had a phase.” She doesn’t particularly wish to discuss the era of her life that landed her in an institute. 

“What kind of phase? The drug kind?”

Azula crinkles her nose. “No. I like to keep myself in good health.” She pauses before momentarily withdrawing the tattoo gun to pull up her sleeve. She lets Chan stare at a dragon of ink positioned to look like it is ripping scars into her skin. After a moment she resumes her work. 

“Oh…” trails off. 

“It isn’t a big deal.” Azula shrugs with her free arm.

“You hurt yourself.” He comments.

“Yes.” She says. “I did a lot of things to get my father to come home. Mai and I stole a car once.”

“How’d that go?” 

“Successfully, actually.” Azula half-smirks. “Until Michi found out. Doesn’t let Mai talk to me much anymore.” Back then they were a duo; Mai’s mother couldn’t be bothered to spare her a thought and Azula’s father neglected her. The chaos they stirred together had been the sort that couldn’t be ignored. “I found someone else though.” 

“Did that someone introduce you to tattoos?”

“She gave me my first.” Azula nods. She almost has the outline done. She looks at the sleeve of tattoos on her own arm. Offering Chan a needed break, she points to the band of blue fire towards the middle of the sleeve. “It started out with just that one and grew from there.” 

“I take it your dad doesn’t approve.” 

“He doesn’t care either way around.” Azula mutters. “That’s fine, Ty likes them.” 

“So who’d you give your first tattoo to?”

This time her smirk is more or less full. “Zuzu. He wanted a dragon.” She thinks that it turned out will for her first job. She wouldn’t settle for anything that was subpar. Which is exactly why she had touched the thing up later after learning a trick or two about proper shading techniques. “It’s an art Chan. People don’t appreciate it. They think tattoos are trashy and rebellious. But they are profound, they have meaning.” She pauses. “And the artwork has to be perfect because a person will wear it forever. I only want my best work out there...so for the fuck’s sake, sit still!”

“Sorry!” He cringes. 

She is exchanging a deep black ink for a vivid, marigold orange when she hears the bell chime. “Hey.” June greets, walking into the shop. She flicks the remains of her ciggeret into the nearest ashtray.

“How was your smoke break?” She doesn’t look up from Chan’s bicep.

“Same old, same old. Had to put,” she wriggles her fingers for pazzaze, “The Boulder,” she puts her arms down, “in his place. That man thinks he’s a charmer. I swear…” She tugs her jacket, all leather and studs, and tosses it over her chair. “Whatcha workin’ on.” 

Azula makes room for June to steal a peek. “Chan, this is June. She co-owns this shop with me and introduced me to the art.”  

“Hi, I’m Chan.” He smiles weakly. He hisses in pain. 

“I see you’ve got yourself a tattoo virgin.” June comments. 

Azula rolls her eyes. “I have a feeling that he’ll flinch just as much the second time around.” And to Chan she informs, “relax, we’re almost done and then you can go lie about how it didn’t hurt at all.” 

“Why am I friends with you?” She hears him murmur.

She draws a final line of ink and turns the gun off. She wraps his arm in a bandage with instructions to remove it after at least two hours. She presses a small pouch into his hand. “Clean it and apply the ointment at least twice a day. I recommend three times.”  

Chan nods. 

“And, please, don’t pull a Zuko and pick at the scabs.” 

June laughs. “Oh man, that was a fun sight.” 

Azula sends Chan on his way and takes a seat, near June, picking through the lunch she’d packed. It will be another hour before Jet makes his way in. “You do any interesting work lately?”

“Some girl came in wanting a pretty badass Kyoshi tattoo.” 

Azula continues the small talk. It is good for her, it brings her a sense of normalcy. On most days she can pretend that she hadn’t just finished patching together the remaining tatters of her life. She had spoken to Chan as if that era of her life ended months back. 

She had spoken to him as if the ink on her wrist isn’t still fresh.

[becauseyouredead]

Bad blood

30 minutes is all it took.

She got to say goodbye.

I know I didn't.

Because now all I do is carry those 30 minutes around.

Its in my back pocket weighing it down.

I feel it when my friends don't support me.

As I think of the times I've failed in my life.

When I realise he never loved me.

When the alcohol or ciggerete smoke lingers in my mouth.

I feel those 30 minutes dragging me back,

to a fragile moment ,

that I can't remember or forget.

I ask myself.

In those 30 minutes what was she like?

I would do anything to know.

Was she a scared women trying her best to give us a fresh start?

A selfish mother who could not be bothered to raise another child?

A damaged human letting her bad decisions play out?

We're those 30 minutes filled with regret or relief?

Was she counting them down?

Those 30 minutes in my pocket.

It's all we ever shared.

Now it's all that I have.

[asthrapolaris]

Slytherin moodboard: “ fantasy, dark forests, mermaids, ocean, beach, grunge, bloodied knuckles, ciggerete smoke, sharp eyeliner, straight hair”

Inpired by the houses and aesthetic post by @delicate-dandalion