#he takes you on a date and it's like a hired band and a hot air balloon ride and flowers of your favorite colors and—it's just a tuesday | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sipsteainanxiety · 1 year

Text

okay sooooo while procrastinating on my responsibilities i decided to make a giant list of the bkg/reader fics i've read (so far) on ao3. here's a link to the tumblr fic rec list i made a while ago too lol. please keep in mind that not all of these works are sfw!! i will label the nsfw-containing ones ofc but, as always, be cautious!

note: these are all LONG FICS. as in i sorted the bkg/reader tag on ao3 by word count and kept going until i hit works with abt 5k words. i might continue to add onto this list as i read more LOL idk

be still, just for me by WitchofWriting. this is THE bkg isekai fic tht i'm sure everyone has read lol. contains nsfw. there's also tedium in blue (mermaid bkg). i think that was one of the first bkg fics ive ever read and it will always be special to me LOL

of snowscapes & explosions by sugarbun. tbh i haven't finished this yet but from what i did read it's good!! canon compliant

other by Deadite. also haven't finished this one yet but it's a kind of coraline au!! interesting stuff tbh

enouement by LadysDaze. i read this fic a looooong time ago so i can't rmb much but it was p interesting! it's a choose your own ending type fic. there's also memento mori (fantasy fic w good worldbuilding tbh), entangle, expecting the unexpected (pregnancy/family fic), star-crossed (fantasy), blood bond (vampire bkg) and its sequel blood union tht i haven't read yet sdjfdfkg

misery business by siegmunde. OHHHMYYGODDD this fic. i was obsessed with it omg. i cannot even explain how insane it made me. has nsfw at end

cruel world by lydiasgrace. idt i finished this one but i do like villain reader LOL

like ghosts in snow by Jupiters_Witch. genuinely i think this fic ruined me /pos. vampire au & does contain nsfw things!! mind the tags

surrender (whenever you're ready) by OfMermaids (hi merms!!). THIS FIC. CHANGED MY LIFE!!! literally anything by merms is sososo good. i want to eat them all whole. on loop in my head 24/7!! contains nsfw btw. there's also the widening sky (mermaid bkg tht made me sad for days) and on my way (to you).

white curtains by arsonphobic. tbh i havent finished this one too but its got an older (by a yr) reader whom i liked! canon compliant i think

our love at sunset by LittleSponge. horizon zero dawn au. very well done imo. ending made me cry LOL (in a good way). contains nsfw

uncharted by NyxRedfoxWinchester. reader's quirk in this is soooo fucking cool to me. i read it a while ago so i dont rmb a lot but like i rmb the quirk and bkg LMFAO.

zigzags by hokshi. i can't rmb this fic all too well either but ik i liked it LOL. contains nsfw!!

newsflash, asshole (i kinda love you) by YukiRiikus_Reading_Room. fake dating au!! idt it contains nsfw but it has some steamy parts

i melt with you by art_deco_deity. i am so sad this fic hasn't been updated in a hot min bc its genuinely got fantastic bkg characterization!!!

garden of lungs by 0weCrew. ive read so many hanahaki aus that they've blurred together but this was v good!

exiles by BookWormOnAString. i'm currently reading this one actually! fantasy au with dragon kiri!!

how're your hands? by Spazztastic. another fic i read a long time ago. it's canon compliant i blv but i rly liked the reader tbh

body switch up by Fandomness_randommess. a body swap au if the title wasn't obvious enough LOL. it was interesting reading how both reader and bkg dealt with their predicament here pfft

husband for hire by btp. also currently reading this!! stardew au! there's also boîte de pandore. v good shit

gemini syndrome by opal_vortex. LMAOOOO this was such a fun read ngl. masked singer au!! will contain nsfw

mistletoe by WhenSarahSmiles. this is a UA christmas/new year's booklet that is sooooo well done tbh. i love bkg in it. super cute

and you take me the way i am by willowser (hi will!!). pro hero bkg in this >>>>> he is so AHHHH!! makes me insane. very well written!! contains slight nsfw.

bar tool by thunderhead. LMAO this is like a bar and band au combined?? i loooveeee bkg in this and his interactions with reader pfft. contains nsfw

sugar scorched by restwellsoon. culinary au!! bkg is like gordan ramset ngl LMAOO its rly cute imo and very detailed wrt the cooking things from what i rmb. idt it has nsfw

war paint by andypantsx3. i love how andie writes bkg tbh. he makes me wanna beat him up. there's also statistically significant, and cover shot (through the heart). all of them contain nsfw!!

learning your love language by hokshi. the author has the tag 'when ur love language is getting punched in the face' on this fic and honestly? LMAOOO so true for bkg. contains nsfw!!

oil paintings and late night jam sessions by insanityrunsinthe_family. this was also one of the first bkg fics i've ever read and it is so so so good. it's college au bkg and i looovee every part of it.

the phoenix by orphan_account. i'm so sad this fic was dropped but its plot is genuinely so interesting to me. it's more aizawa/reader tho tbh.

sleeping in the garden by Petrichorium (hi loriii<3). i will ALWAYS plug this fic. single dad bkg au!! sososo fcking good, trust. will contain nsfw

jealousy, jealousy by lytters. i think i rbed this on tumblr already but its such a fun read tbh LOL.

fathoms below by 32Q27. i'd started reading this and didn't get to finish bc life. mermaid au!!

a fractured flame by Magicow12. fantasy au!! very entertaining from what i rmb! contains nsfw

breath of a dragon by free_deku. i rec'd this before but im doing it again bc it's that good omg. fantasy & reincarnation au. contains nsfw!!

bakugô wants a ride. by Bragi. LMAO contrary to the title i dont think it has nsfw pfft. mechanic reader tht bkg's crushin on!!

turning page by rhydonium. THIS IS ALSO SOO GOOD omg i almost forgot abt it. god bkg!!!! i literally cannot describe how good it is.

#once again too shy to tag the authors but ily all #shay's treasure hoard #<- use that tag for fics i've rbed tht i liked too #i dunno i was umm bored ig #i usually read fics once and then go back to it years later once ive forgotten what happened in them #this is my sign to reread a lot of these tbh #memory like a goldfish #fr tho going thru the bkg tag made me realize how many fics i havent read yet #have 2 get back on it

287 notes · View notes

spicywhenspeaking · 5 months

Text

Bad Omens

Series :

If I’m There : Noah X OFC Natalie

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind

I Dare You : Noah X Reader

part one / part two

“You what?” Noah puffs out, shaking his head like he doesn’t understand what I meant. “I said, I dare you.”

Star-Crossed Connection : Folio x OFC

Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.

one shots :

Noah ->

Lost & Found : Noah

Smut/Fluff

you’re surprising your husband Noah while he’s on tour! It’s literally just SMUT

Crush Crush Crush : Fluff

you’re Folios sister and you have a crush on Noah and Noah keeps asking you about who you like with no idea its him.

Heater’s out : Fluff

just some fluff about you and Noah dealing with a power outage during your weekend getaway.

Backstage Fun: Smut

Noah F+$KS

Lake House Vacation Smut/Fluff

Noah missed you after months apart and couldn't wait any longer....

Folio ->

High Folio 👋🏼 : Folio X Reader : Fluff

this fic is 420 friendly and includes the recreational use of cannabis 🍁

Kissing

wine drunk and kissing

Jolly ->

Käraste Smut based on a moodboard from @madomens

Nicholas ->

Hired to kill but falls in love Fluff based on a moodboard from @madomens

Love Confession Prompt Fluff You and Nicholas confess your love in the rain ☔️

Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough. Fluff surprised Nicholas on tour and you missed being in each other arms

48 notes · View notes

wr0temyway0ut · 7 months

Note

AU for five headcanons: haunted walking tour au!

Oooh this one is so fun! I love haunted walking tours so much and this ended up as way more than 5 headcanons but i regret nothing

— So one of the many attractions at the Hollywood Ghost Club is a haunted walking tour through the hotel and the surrounding area. Willie, being the owner’s kid, has worked there since they were old enough to work and is now the club’s most highly reviewed and requested tour guide.

— The demand for tours always spikes around Halloween, so they hire seasonal workers to work as tour guides and as ghost actors to jump out and scare the guests. Alex, Luke, and Reggie join as a way to make some extra money to record their demo.

-- It very quickly becomes apparent that only Alex and Reggie have the charisma needed to be tour guides; Luke gets relegated to ghost actor because he has no idea how to talk to the guests in a professional manner and also keeps forgetting the stories he's supposed to be telling.

-- This leaves Willie in charge of training the two very cute new tour guides. Reggie doesn't need much training though, he very quickly starts to rival Willie in popularity among the guests. Alex takes a little longer to warm up to it, almost seems embarrassed about the job, but once he gets into character on the tours he's really good at it and it's so hot really impressive to Willie.

-- He keeps telling himself not to get too attached though, they keep telling him that they're only working there for the season, and he's like 98% sure Alex and Reggie are already dating.

-- Meanwhile Luke keeps himself entertained by coming up with new and extreme ways to scare the guests (within reason). One day Julie and Flynn come in for a tour and Luke scares them so bad that Julie goes running all the way back through the hotel, screaming the whole way. Luke chases after her because holy shit do you hear that breath control this girl must be an insane singer which only makes her scream longer. Once he finally manages to calm her down (with the help of Reggie, who's leading her tour) he asks her to join the band and she's so bewildered that she says yes on instinct. And thus Julie and the Phantoms is born!

-- A few days later Bobby and Nick come in for a tour (maybe dragging Carrie along with them but only because she likes the glamour of the HGC), and when Luke pops out to scare them Bobby panics and punches him in the face. Luke finds this incredibly hot and asks him out on the spot even as his nose is bleeding. Similar to Julie, Bobby is so bewildered he says yes. He ends up joining the band eventually too.

-- Alex decides that even if they do this again next year Luke will not be joining them bc at this rate their band is going to turn into a full on orchestra.

-- As the end of the season quickly approaches Willie is dreading it because he's become really good friends with Alex and Reggie, but he knows how this goes. They’ll promise to keep in touch, they’ll text a couple times in the next couple weeks, and then they’ll eventually fall out of touch and forget about each other.

— Except the day after their last day, Alex and Reggie show up to take the tour as guests. Willie is just happy to see them, so he pointedly doesn’t ask why Alex is so nervous even though he knows where all the jump scares are. After the tour ends the two of them hang out in the club until Willie gets off of work, and at that point Reggie and Alex tell them that they didn’t want to ask while they were still coworkers so as not to pressure on him, but they would really really like to take him out on a date and have him join their relationship. Willie of course says yes immediately and the three of them live happily ever after

#this was so fun #might have to write the fic we’ll see #ask games #jatp #julie and the phantoms #willie jatp #reggie peters #alex mercer #julie molina #luke patterson

23 notes · View notes

aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 2 years

Text

👻 Ghost!IzukuxReader

A groan slipped from between your lips as you surveyed the remaining stuff in the seemingly endless army of boxes you were surrounded by. How had you accumulated so much stuff? “I think I’ve earned a break from all this. Only one problem: where do I sit?” You drug a hand across your face to wipe it clean of the sweat and sputtered slightly when unfamiliar scents tickled your nose. Nothing you owned, perfume or candle, smelled quite like this but it wasn’t unpleasant. What you swore to be a pair of hands lightly brushed against your arms in an encouraging way for you to take a step and with a huff you quite literally fell into a mass of folded quilts and pillows that you’d yet to air out from the move. Dust should have instantly fallen over you but it didn’t. As if someone had ensured the place you fell into had been cleaned ahead of time to save your poor sinuses more abuse. Instead your tired body snuggled farther into the mosh of fabrics with heavily drooping eyes until they slid closed. Hours later you woke refreshed and ready to tackle the next set of tasks with the lingering pine you chalked up to the solution you’d been using following as you worked. Maybe you’d been working yourself too hard but a part of you was becoming skeptical and suspicious that something else was afoot.

…

The odd instance had honestly slipped from your mind but a few days later it came back when you’d discovered several items that weren’t your own nor belonged with the recently renovated residence; older CDs, a few shirts of bands no longer producing music, even a few small leftover snack boxes that had expiration dates back nearly a ten years ago. Strange how those things hadn’t been removed with the rest of the left behind belongings you’d seen in the outside trash bins. Almost as if these were trophies of some kind since they had been arranged carefully within a locked cabinet you’d nearly destroyed trying to get into. One item in particular, a heavily stained shirt that had an unrecognizable character possibly from a comic book, drew your attention again and again. There was a photo that you nearly missed that had been tucked away within its folds that showed a small group of college age men who were draping arms around the neck of a forest haired individual. Your breath stalled when finding his emerald gemstone gaze fixated upon something no one could see out of the picture’s frame. Every time you happened past a reflective surface like a window or mirror there was always a flash of similar green to what was in the photo. Was it possible? A soft hum slipped up your throat when refocusing upon the freckled man. Though he and everyone else wore workout wear it was clear that he in particular had worked his body rigorously, if the honed muscles and scarred skin were anything to go by, and that curly hair atop of his head made your fingertips itch with the want to comb it. Maybe having a hot ghost around wouldn’t be so bad after all.

…

“Damnit, c’mon, work for me here.” Through your lips came a hiss as the telltale sting within your lower back flared. The water hasn’t run once and the growing mountain of laundry was getting too big to ignore. Not only that but you needed desperately needed a shower. “Maybe I should’ve just hired a plumber to come out and look at this mess instead of trying to figure it out myself—ah!” If it wasn’t your yelp that rang through the air it was the sound of your toolbox clattering to the floor yet you never impacted the cool basement floor thanks to a pair of hands that had steadied your central balance before tumbling off the ladder you’d been using to check the pipes. Your gaze wandered around the dark room. There was no mistaking it this time. “Whoever is here show yourself before I call the cops!” Anger threatened to rise if not for the now familiar scent of sandalwood and allspice filled your senses courtesy of a breeze that tickled your face, the same sensation that followed the hands when they touched your arms earlier. Now it was time for skepticism to take root but there was one sure way to debunk any suspicion. With a breath you allowed gravity to take you backwards towards the concrete floor that would surely cause a bruise or worse…and a pair of hands instantly placed you back safety upon the ladder. Maybe one more test was in order but right now you needed water.

…

This ladder, a bit higher than the previous one, was placed beneath the entryway’s chandelier so that you could dust it. A trusty Swiffer wand in hand you set yourself to the task with a Bluetooth speaker playing a favorite song of yours. It was impossible for you not to sway or attempt to dance to the beat and that was exactly what you were aiming for when the soft hint of allspice wafted past. Some would call you stupid, others may refer to you as just plain ridiculous, however you had to know if another being was actually here. With dramatic flare you made show of losing your balance and in the seeming millions of the chandelier’s hanging gems (surely fake but you’ll have them tested in the future) several pars of wide emerald eyes watched you fall. A victorious smile raised your lips when the same hands carefully placed you on your feet once slowing your descent. “I knew it, you are here!” Alarm filled you when something collided with the wall as if someone was attempting to run away. “No, please don’t. I just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going crazy or anything like that. I plan on living here for a long time so if I have any roommates I’d like at least to know your name.” No answer came, not that you expected one, but your gaze slowly slid towards the nearby list of groceries where the pen twitched for several seconds before it scribbled then fell still. “Izuku Midoriya…the others call you Deku.” Blinking your spine straightened as the thought of more than one ethereal being under your roof sent a chill down your spine. “What do you mean ‘others’?!” Fluttering hands across your back were what you recognized as him becoming flustered and/or trying to calm you down. The image of you laying in bed surrounded by invisible people staring down as you used the various pieces in your private pleasure collection filled you with disgust. Maybe a few countermeasures should be taken if you were ever to have a moment of peace to yourself.

…

A mild shower, adequate meal in your belly, clad in the pajamas you had forgotten to own, you slipped beneath the covers ready for the night’s sleep when pine wafted your nose. Though you couldn’t see him you’d grown used to translating what his touches were trying to convey; this brush against your cheek was a question as to why you had been so quiet and withdrawn today. “I’m not mad or anything…not sad either.” They paused then tapped the corner of your eye with the gentleness of a feather. “Yeah, guess I cried a little bit today. I did some looking into the house’s history and found out what happened here.” You were instantly standing when what you recognized to be his fingers began to tremble yet he didn’t remove them despite your motions. “Every time I asked about it you refused to give me any sort of answer so you left me no choice. You and your friends had fallen victim to a mass murderer that had been finally captured a little over a decade ago. That’s nothing to be ashamed of, Izuku, so why did you hide it from me?” A twitch settled in your brow when his hands made to withdraw but you followed them until they forced you to stop towards the center of the room where you rotated in a circle with eyes flittering around. “You’re all here? Good! All of you need to stop blaming yourselves for what happened! That person, that murderer, trapped the lot of you within this house when you came here during break over a decade ago. The authorities finally caught the guy a few months after your disappearances and that was when they found your remains scattered about this forsaken hellish maze. You were the last one, Izuku, I can’t imagine the pain you went through watching your friends die one after the other to the murderer’s games. Well guess what: the lot of you deserve much better than this limbo you’re stuck in. Go into the light before I get a priest, shaman, and hoodoo person up in here!” Silence rang heavily in your ears as the tension you’d never noticed faded until you were left in a panting mess on the floor while staring up at the ceiling. Had that actually worked? Sadness threatened to fill you when after several calls of his name no sensation of invisible fingers came. Maybe he was, indeed, in a better place…but then why did that suddenly make you feel so miserable?

…

The grandfather clock you’d been meaning to donate to the nearby museum being as it was considered highly valuable chimed three times, causing your eyes to slowly open despite the lingering dream that threatened to pull you back into unconsciousness. It’s been over a week since you’re outburst and three days since you’d held that small kinda pathetic memorial service for him and the other victims; candles had been lit, fresh flowers planted in those giant pots at the entrance, incense sticks lit, ringing of bells, nearly everything you could think of so that each person would hopefully find peace. You thought sleep would come to you easier now knowing the house was truly your own but it was the opposite. Each night you could barely manage four hours. Within your chest came a tightening that made your tired eyes want to grow moist. “Izuku…Izuku…” His name slipped from between your lips without your conscious knowing and yet it continued to echo around you as if it were your own personal prayer. “…Izuku…”

“…Y/n…”

You sat upright, uncaring of the sheets that fell to pool around your waist, wide eyes locked on the shadowed figure standing at the foot of the bed. There was no mistaking that emerald gaze or curly hair that was just barely visible thanks to the nearby alarm clock on the bedside table. “I-Izuku?”

His features became pained. Those gemstones that were his eyes closely following as you shuffled across the duvet to come to a stop just short of reaching him. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his hand rose to brush his fingers against your cheek. The green eyed man was visibly shaken when your own hands rose to cup his face. A bob of his Adam’s apple was almost enough to divert your attention but you refused to look away from him as you rose up until your faces were level. Both of you were filled with the question “how was it possible for you to see and touch him?” The answer may never be found though neither of you frankly gave a damn as his lips descended upon yours. Maybe this wasn’t normal but you couldn’t imagine living without Izuku.

#mha halloween 2022 #bnha Halloween 2022 #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #mha #bnha #bnha x you #mha fluff #izuku x y/n #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #deku x reader #deku x y/n #ghost deku #ghost izuku #ghost x reader

96 notes · View notes

mermaidsirennikita · 25 days

Note

Hi! I’m a huge fan of your book recs and I was wondering if you know of any good rockstar romances, especially ones about mangers and members. I’m thinking of vibes/dynamics similar to Managed by Kristen Callihan. Can be m/f or m/m and looking for something with some definite heat. Thanks for any ideas you might have!! 💖

Hi! Thank you so much for the compliment, I really appreciate it.

I wish I had more recs here--unfortunately, a lot of the rockstar romances I've read have been kinda woof. HOWEVER, I will always recommend Kylie Scott's Stage Dive series! All four of them, whereas I would only recommend 3 out of the 4 (currently released) VIP books. (I don't like Idol, unfortunately.) You get:

Lick: it's a "wake up married in Vegas" book, super fun, introduces a lot of stuff for the rest of the series though all of them can stand alone (it ESPECIALLY sets up for Lead, my favorite)

Play: the rare fake dating book I enjoy about the cray drummer of the book and the uptight lady he begins fake hooking up with; he's kind of a lot, though I will say that I definitely think he's intentionally coded as having ADHD which is rare for heroes, but what I like about this is the way the hyper, excited, borderline puppyish personality begins to slip in the back half as you realize that the guy has MASSIVE family pressures going on

Lead: again, my favorite, about the frontman of the band (who's kind of a B villain of the first book?). The prologue hits you with everyone taking him to rehab, and they hire a personal assistant/sober living companion for him, who is this hardass woman who takes ZERO shit. Fast forward, and he's sober, they have a friendship/professional relationship, and she realizes suddenly that she's in love with him and that he (a very emotionally withholding person) can't possibly reciprocate, AND it's a conflict of interest, so she quits. And he's like "UM WAIT ABSOLUTELY NOT". Features "let's get it out of our systems" (him: once we fuck you'll totally just be over it and we can go back to normal! also him: *has a nervous breakdown after sex on a table*), this woman being so grudgingly in love it made me cackle several times, and a "I don't kiss on the lips" rule.

Deep: the big, quiet bass player has been texting back and forth with the heroine of book 2's coed little sister for mONTHS as she's been trying to get into his pants and he's been trying to resist, while being unable to do so... Anyway, they have a one night stand and she ends up pregnant, and it's like--what now?

They're definitely quite hot! There's a bit more humor in these than the VIP books, but Kylie always packs an emotional punch, too.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels

4 notes · View notes

keerysquinn · 11 months

Text

Make me write!

I was tagged by the always wonderful @spicysix <3 thanks for the tag!!

THE RULES

Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It's fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count)

Tag anyone you think might also enjoy this game (No pressure of course)

Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

If somehow that completes the fic or reaches the end of a chapter, move to the WIP with the second highest votes and continue where you left off on your sentence/word count. Repeat until you reach your goal.

(Optional) Share what you wrote in a new Tumblr post with a link to the poll or in a reblog!

More about each fic can be found under the cut at the bottom just in case you want to know what each one is before you vote.

No pressure tags: @quinnkeerys @heroeddiemunson @roykentt @sloelimbs @lokinightfury

Wherever You Point To I'll Find - my current series; a modern au in which Chrissy, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy are all on a road trip together. Steve and Chrissy are slowly falling for each other and Eddie and Nancy are an established couple. If you need more info on this one, just check out the wyptif tag on my blog

Feels Like This - basically a fic version of this moodboard that I made for cheerscoopscentral; Chrissy is the singer/songwriter to watch and Steve is the front man for a band called The Babysitters. Corroded Coffin is also famous, and Chrissy is friends with benefits with Eddie. Chrissy is hired to help Steve write his band's next album, and if she does a good job, she gets to be the opening act on their tour. Sparks fly between Steve and Chrissy. There's also a bunch of stuff with Steve's on again off again girlfriend travel writer Nancy as well as Chrissy's ex-boyfriend aspiring musician Jason.

Not Part of the Plan - the accidental pregnancy au! Nancy ends a girl's night of celebration for graduating college and landing her dream job by sleeping with the hot bartender. When she finds out she's pregnant a month later, she tracks down Eddie Munson to let him know that he's going to be a dad. From there, it's a friendship and co-parenting and trying not to fall in love.

untitled fake dating au - Nancy Wheeler is back in Hawkins after leaving her New York job with an online media company (think buzzfeed). Her new job with the Hawkins Post has her working as an entertainment writer, and her first big assignment is covering a Battle of the Bands competition in Indianapolis because a local band is competing. When a creep won't stop hitting on her at the competition, she does the only thing she can think of. She sees Eddie Munson and convinces him to pretend he's her boyfriend to get this guy off his back. They keep fake dating for the rest of the competition with plans to have a "mutual breakup" once they're back in Hawkins. That's thrown out the window when Eddie decides to fake propose to Nancy at a party, and Steve Harrington posts the proposal on instagram. Now, Nancy's family thinks she's really engaged, and she has to bring her fiance on their beach vacation. And it just goes from there.

Cupid's Trap: An Enemies to Lovers Tale of Shakespearean Proportions - Mrs. O'Donnell is in charge of the school's drama club, and she's found the perfect leading lady for her production of Much Ado About Nothing in Chrissy Cunningham. Her choices for a male lead are dismal though. Then, she sees Eddie putting on a performance in Hellfire Club, and she hatches a plan. If Eddie will take on the lead role in her production, she'll give him enough extra credit that he'll finally pass her class and be able to graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins. The only problem? Chrissy and Eddie can't stand each other and can barely be in the same room together. Slowly, they put their opinions of each other aside and start to form a real friendship that's maybe something a little bit more than that. Jason is also there being the absolute worst.

#tag game #make me write a thing

15 notes · View notes

abellaheart-blog · 1 year

Text

Trish Una x OC Post

Trish x Abella Wedding Heacanons 👰👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👰

Here’s a link to my JJBA Masterlist I write a lot of character x reader. I also have Trish x Abella under the Trish x OC category if you’re interested in their story. My OC is a self insert OC so she’s me. I like creating OC content for fun. I enjoy talking about OCs so feel free to tell me about your own OCs if you like.

Trish would be the one to propose with how confident she is. They get married within three years of their committed relationship to each other. Trish truly understood Abella was her soul mate after knowing her for seven years. It was when Abella dedicated a fashion line of clothing to her beloved Trish she knew Abella was her bride to be. The popstar proposed to Abella after a garden date. While they looked over the flowers she got on her knee popping the question to Abella. The ring she offered Abella is a rose gold band with a huge pink heart shaped diamond center outlined in diamonds. Trish would have a ring with similar colors but a big diamond with the band covered in small diamonds. She spent a month figuring out how she wanted to propose and what rings she would want for them.

Trish would be twenty-one by this point and Abella would be twenty-five. They marry in 2008 around spring time.

The two desire a pink rose theme so they’ll book somewhere private with a ballroom and huge pink rose garden. The garden will be where they marry in front of the rose covered gazebo.

Trish would’ve loved Bruno Bucciarati to walk her down the isle but after his passing she grew close friends to her companions she met when she was fifteen. She asks none other than Giorno Giovanna to would walk her down the isle. The don was pleasantly surprised and accepted. He felt honored and was a friend of Abella’s as well, he was happy upon hearing the news of the girl’s marriage.

For Abella her treasure hunting uncle would walk her down the isle as she has no other father figure in her life. Her father died in a tragic accident after she moved away from New York when she was fourteen. Her uncle was someone who inspired her to become a treasure hunter after she established her fashion boutique in France with her best friend, Crisella.

The entire wedding would have a garden theme and the two young women would spend much time together planning. They knew what they desired so no wedding planner was necessary. Their friends in Passione would help them plan. Giorno offered to help cover costs for much of their wedding much to the girl’s surprise. They would thank him countless times and squeeze him into hugs. Much to the surprise of their blonde friend. He isn’t used to hugs but accepted them. He would help them with the flowers too since his stand has no trouble growing them.

There would be no expense too high for Trish’s outfit. She went shopping for a short white bridal dress with all her friends. They would help her pick her outfit for the wedding. It would be Giorno, Mista, Fugo, Polnareff, and many of her friends from her popstar life.

The day before the wedding she gets a manicure with hot pink tips fading to pink. She hires her hairstylist and makeup artist who normally take care of her looks before she goes on stage to perform. They’re eager to help her achieve her look for the wedding. Her hair is styled about the same but styled to be more elegant. Her hair is a bit longer reaching to her shoulders. For makeup she has pink lips with sparkly rose gold eyeshadows and long black flirty lashes. She’ll wear a pair of rosegold pearl earrings to finish off her look.

Her attire consists of a short white bridal dress with puffy off the shoulder sleeves. For her shoes they’re white lace heals with thin white bows at the heal. She’ll wear short white lace gloves and a small head accessory with a small veil shielding her face.

Abella being the fashion designer she is takes it upon herself to design her wedding dress. She’ll spend months sewing together the lace and gown together. Her strapless ball gown will be the wedding dress of her dreams. The gown itself is elegant with a floor length, giving enough room to show off her heals as she walks. She’ll buy a long cathedral wedding veil with lace and white bridal heals with white thin ribbons tied into bows around her ankles. She’ll decide to wear a black tailcoat vest with enough room to show off the front of her dress, making for a heart shaped look at the chest. The black tailcoat will be short with two small buttons in the front. Her wrists will have black suit cuffs and gold teal colored rose cuff links. She’ll wear rose gold hanging earrings with teardrop teal jewels to match the cuff links.

The day of the wedding Bella’s staff and friends will help her get ready at the boutique. Abella owns her own boutique with her business partner and bestie Crisella, so it’s big enough to accommodate all her friends. Since it’s self owned she closed for the day so all her staff could go to her wedding. They help her into her gown and give her a makeover. They like to call it a bridal makeover.

All her friends are good at makeup and hair. Abella has long dark locks of curls that require a lot to maintain. Her curls are waist length. Three of her friends begin to style it since she has so much hair to work with. One friend focuses on her eye makeup going for nude brown colors and shimmering inner corners to bring out Bella’s big brown eyes. Her long lashes are attached with an elegant look to them. Her lip gloss is a natural pink much like her manicured nails one of her staff members took upon themselves to do. Her manicure looked similar to a French tip.

After all is said and done Abella has curls dropping beside her face to shape her face. A big strand of her hair was wrapped around her head while the rest of her curls fell behind her shoulders. Her hairs falls down her back and waist. After she is done getting ready her friends begin to cry and take pictures of her inside her boutique. They all get ready for the wedding since they’re bridesmaids.

Finally at the huge rose garden Bella is walked down the isle first and her uncle has a smile upon his face as he’s walking her down the isle. His gold tooth among the rest of his white teeth shining eagerly as he smiles. His normal black eye patch is switched out with one having a pink rose stitched to his eyepatch. He wears a black suit with the front showing off some of his chest. The leather boots and ponytail finish off his look. He towers over the small bride at 5’11. Her long wedding viel is two tiered so the front covers her torso and face. The gown is big covering the area she walks by.

Her uncle gives her such a proud and loving smile before he kisses her head whispering an, “I love you” and she returns the loving words to her emotional uncle. Her veil is so long Mista and his stands take it upon themselves to fix it prompting Abella to thank them with a kiss to the foreheads. They all give her a thumbs up as they take their seats. Number five is crying and surprisingly the others don’t pick on him for it.

Abella tried keeping it together since she felt so overwhelmingly happy. Her loved ones in the crowd crying as well. Trish’s side is filled with mafioso, her manager, fellow celebrities, famous fashion designers or models she’s met, etc. They’re not emotional like Abella’s side but they do smile upon seeing Trish.

Soon it’s Trish’s turn to walk down the isle. Giorno is beside her wearing a pink suit with golden ladybug button accessories. The undershirt is black with the vest matching his jacket. His outfit is complete with a red tie and white gloves. His hair is down with a pink rose sticking by his ear. He is smiling but his smile doesn’t compare to Trish’s.

The pink haired bride is smiling like never before. It’s such a gaze she only makes while she’s singing on stage. Such a smile will make for a lovely picture as in the near future it will be used on the cover of a magazine when it’s revealed she had married. She kisses Giornos cheek before he gives Abella a kind smile which she returns with a thankful teary eyed expression. He’s happy for his dear friends and thinks it’s nice to witness their beautiful display of love with this marriage. More so when he hears their vows to each other later. He takes a seat between Fugo and Polnareff. His consigliere crying rivers of tears for poor Fugo to deal with. Who wipes off his purple suit with a tired sigh. Polnareff always cries at weddings.

Trish is greeted to Abella who is crying tears of joy. She tells Trish how beautiful she looks. Trish returns the compliment as she lifts her brides veil, gently placing it behind her head. Abella’s teary eyes are filled with love but she’s wiping off her tears. Afterwards the two say their vows and “I do’s” with tears running down their faces. Abella shyly kisses her bride and their picture is taken by their photographer.

They run down the isle together holding hands and looking at each other with love. Abella’s side is cheering while Trish’s side applauds. They’ll be taking pictures at the gazebo with all their friends and family.

Everyone makes it to the ballroom to dance. The brides are greeted by all their loved ones. Their bridesmaids crying and giving the two a big group hug.

Giorno takes it upon himself to steal the first dance by inviting Trish with a gentlemanly bow. She accepts while Abella giggles. Not long after her uncle asks her to dance with him. The two brides end up dancing with everyone.

Abella and Trish attack their dessert table since they’ve been eating so healthy to look good for the wedding. The giant wedding cake had their favorite flavors. Red velvet and extra dark chocolate for Trish who devoured two pieces. Carrot cake for Abella who also had strawberry shortcake from the dessert table. The two had plenty of guests especially Trish since she’s a celebrity. They took plenty of pictures with the wedding cake since it was so incredibly over priced.

At the end of the night they toss their bouquets who ended up being Fugo and Abella’s maid of honor, Crisella. Fugo was pleasantly surprised he caught it. He caught Trish’s bouquet. He was walking by to serve himself strawberry shortcake. Bella’s best friend was screaming as she cheered catching her bouquet.

The blushing brides end up at an expensive hotel Trish booked. For their honeymoon they traveled to Cancun to enjoy three days together. Trish would get many calls from her manager upon the news of her marriage being known as many wanted to contact her about it once she’s back from her honeymoon.

#trish una x oc #trish una x abella #abella x trish #trish x abella #wedding headcanons #gay wedding #jjba trish

37 notes · View notes

lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

Text

day 23 - striptease

stray kids 1.3k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Lee Felix NSFW

🖤 warnings: workplace shenanigans, suggestive behavior, established casual hookup culture, this is all because of That tiktok i’m sure you know the one 🖤

kinktober masterlist

connect with me! / masterlist

At first you don't see the phone.

Not that this would be too far out of the ordinary if it wasn't being filmed, but it makes a hell of a lot more sense when you realize that Felix is recording a TikTok.

He's the most stereotypical DeviantArt definition of the word "twink" - petite, slight, beautiful in the face and everywhere else - and when you walk into the green room to find him throwing it back to some remixed 70s groove, you thank your lucky stars to be on the same continent as him, let alone in the same fucking room.

When he finishes his little circle, gives his phone a little wave, and ends the recording, he turns around and promptly jumps three feet like a startled cat.

"Oh, shit!" he yelps.

"Sorry," you say, soulless and unapologetic.

"Were you watching me do that?"

"Only the last bit."

He groans, cheeks reddening. "Goddamnit."

"I thought it was cute!" you insist.

"It was just for the internet," he mutters.

"No, yeah, that makes sense. I'm just surprised you're into thirst traps."

You didn't think it was possible, but he looks even more mortified. "Don't call it that!"

"That's what it is, though!"

Felix snatches up the phone. "I'll just delete it."

You wilt. "No, hey, no. Don't do that."

"But now I feel dumb!"

That's absolutely the last thing you want. "You wanted to make it, right? Post it?"

"Yeah."

"Then don't let my stupid ass make you feel like it's bad," you say.

"It's easier to do when no one's watching," he says.

"Well, then I won't watch."

You turn around and cover your eyes with your hands. You can hear Felix scoff behind you, but you're committed.

"You don't have to-"

"Not looking, post it, do it," you say.

There's a beat of silence, and then Felix sighs.

"Done."

You uncover your face. "Nice."

He might not have posted it, but it's the principle of the thing.

"What'd you need, anyway?" he asks, tucking the phone into his pocket.

"Oh." You'd forgotten. You came in here for a reason. "You're done for the day."

"Fuckin' finally."

Apparently it's your job, today, to run around and deliver wrap calls to the rest of the production staff. Not that anyone's been very busy. Changbin was asleep for the entire second half of his shift, Minho had already taken a 'long lunch' and headed home during the final shoot, and Felix, well. Felix apparently uses his spare time to put that tight little body to good use online.

"Wanna head out?"

Felix plucks at the black shirt he's wearing. "I have to give this back. Borrowed it from Chan."

You grin. "Why?"

"I stained mine working on that one set. Green paint and white clothes are not friends."

"Just take it off and leave it with his stuff."

"Take it off here?" Felix asks, looking scandalized.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Then get out!"

"It's not like I haven't seen it all before," you shrug.

In that same way that high school band kids and drama kids tend to just date (or fuck, depending on how cool they are) around their social circle, the people who work at this for-rent sound stage are notorious for hooking up. You'd thought it was weird, when you were hired, but then management kept hiring increasingly hot people (Seungmin, and then Mina, and then Felix...) and suddenly you understood.

Dating is hard. Hot coworkers with good boundaries are so much easier.

"I guess," Felix cedes.

You smirk. "I could see it again."

Felix scoffs again, but the nonchalance in his voice is all an act when he asks, "Where's everyone else?"

"Only Jeongin was left, I was supposed to lock up."

"They're all gone?"

You shrug. "You were the last one. No one could find you."

It's not what you're expecting, but it is what you're hoping for, when Felix slams the door to this closet-sized green room and locks it up.

"I told you, they're gone."

"Can't be too careful," he says.

"Still, it's not like - mm!"

It doesn't matter what you have to say, because Felix is wrapped around you before you can get another word out, his gorgeous pouty lips against yours like he's been waiting all day for this. Maybe he has been. It's not the first time he's been waiting around to seduce you after a shift.

You wonder if it was really an accident that you found him mid-dance.

His freckled face is stunning, this close to yours, his black hair falling in his eyes. "What was that you asked for?"

Oh, he's playing with you.

"A closer look under this boring shirt," you say, hooking your finger in the neckline of the borrowed tee and tugging.

Felix gives you an evil, evil grin. "Can I give you a repeat performance?"

You can't believe he has to ask. "Deadass?"

"If you want."

There's only one shitty folding chair in this room, but it's in front of a really lovely wooden vanity, so that's where you sit instead, propping yourself up on the solid wood counter.

"Go ahead."

Felix scrambles for his phone again. "It's weird with no music, hold on."

It takes a second, but before long, that same song is pouring out of his phone, tinny and not too loud but enough so that you're not sitting in silence. This whole thing would be cheesy, except that Felix is into it. Nothing beats genuine mischievous intent, absolutely nothing.

He treats you to that same kind of slow, gyrating turn he'd done earlier, his lithe waist and high-waisted jeans making his ass stand out in a way that's kind of illegal. Halfway around, while his back is to you, Felix yanks the hem of that oversized shirt out of its French tuck and begins to lift it over his head.

By the time he's facing you again, the shirt is gone, baring the lean lines of Felix's chest, his ribs, his abs.

"Baby, holy shit," you groan.

He should consider a career in this, you think, as he winks at you and throws the t-shirt to the side. "You're a good audience. Got any ones?"

If you had any singles in your wallet, they'd be flying, but you don't, and you barely have the presence of mind to keep from drooling like an actual cartoon dog.

Felix hooks his thumbs into the tight waist of his pants, still grooving on the spot to his little backing track. His grin is evil as he unbuttons-unzips-shimmies the waistband down, revealing a glimpse of tight black boxer-briefs underneath.

They're looser, slower circles of his hips, this time, as he peels his jeans down. He gets them to his knees that way, and stops with his back facing you again. You're sure your mouth is hanging open, watching him bend neatly at the waist and pull the garment off his calves and all the way down.

Somehow, it's not even awkward when he leaves his sneakers and socks behind and steps out of the whole mess, dainty, in just his underwear. Stark black against his pale skin, the same color as his striking dark hair.

He tosses his cute little ass in one more circle, before he comes over to lean heavily into your lap and kiss you again.

Felix pulls you to your feet, and you let him. He turns you around, mid-kiss, as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth carelessly and scrabble over his freckled shoulders.

He marches you backward a few steps, so that you're standing about where he was, in the middle of the small room. He then takes a seat on top of the vanity, restarting the track back to the beginning, letting Earth, Wind & Fire set the scene all over again.

"Your turn."

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #lee felix fanfic #lee felix smut #stray kids felix fanfic #stray kids felix smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut

74 notes · View notes

gamesderesmes · 1 year

Text

MY THOUGHTS ON STARDEW VALLEY BACHELORS

Alex

first impression : ok kinda rude,but ok .

he likes sports, Basic.

Now: cute little fella, ilike him lot , but, like, get a job.

Headcannon: He would definitely encourage you to go to the gym and play sports, likely that he would pick on what you are eating.

Marriage: He cooks, feed the Animals and help with the crops.

Helps a lot 120/10

Summary: Basic and safe choice, not bad.

7/10

Elliot

first impression : rich and fancy man, Oh is he a writer? That's good i guess

Now: broken and fancy man

Headcannon : I believe he has the biggest ass in all of stardew valley .

He definitely has the best hair, period.

He speaks sophisticated, probably uses "slang" that no one knew or used millennia ago.

Marriage: Fix the fences, give the pet water and feed the animals, He can cook some fancy dishes too.

Installs a small library,And that's it, I believe that a lot of the wedding is him taking you to the beach to relax and get inspired.

Summary: peaceful and lovely, But you'll have to practically support him, being a writer is beautiful in theory but very unprofitable.

if you like a victorian vibe (like lysandre in sweet love) chose him.

06/10

Harvey

First impression: nerd,Basic of a doctor character, caretaker and Responsible .

Now: Very cool that he likes planes, it takes away that he is "just the doctor"

"not everyone can achieve their dreams and that's just the way the world is".

I like him a Lot, I don't understand how anyone could not like him.

Headcannon : He loves his mustache, a lot. If you were a man he would definitely be very happy to help you take care of your beard.

The "first time" he would be incredibly nervous, hands sweaty and stuttering.

Think of someone furious and worried when you don't come home by 11 pm.

Marriage : on the first date he takes you for a hot air balloon ride?! How awesome is that?He's overcoming his fear to do something amazing together.

He cooks and work a good job that He loves

Summary: quality malewife material

1000/10

Alex

First impression : Typical rebellious teenager: skates,a Band and junk food.

he seems chilli and cool.

Now: chilli and Nice dude,responsible For your brother though he still gets into trouble.

Headcannon: When participating in any of his ideas, always have the ambulance number ready.

When he gets drunk he sure does vary between a crybaby or someone who thinks he's immortal.

He does his best not to swear, especially around his brother. He often makes up words.

He's the most oblivious of the group, so take it easy with him, especially if you want to flirt.

I like to think that Jodi taught him how to play the guitar.

He would definitely be a radical and playful father.

Marriage: First "encounter" was weird but.. ok? Well , young thing I guess .

He gets hired to play in a children's cartoon, that's so cute.

BUT

He is a little lazy and a mommy's boy , u want to be a "family man" , but don't work and want to complain about a dirty house?

The door of the house is useful, you can use it.

Summary: 10/10 If friend 4/10 to marry

Sebastian

First impression : daddy issues yehooo, get the f out of that Room

gothic /emo generic kid.

Now: ok i get ,Demetrius sure has a favorite, but that's no reason to throw stones at Linus, you banana.

Headcannon:

Sam doesn't like frogs, he likes frogs, he picks up the frog and throws it at Sam.

Having frogs in the bedroom is a cool idea until they "sing" all night.But if it pisses off Demetrius, Sebastian is happy.

Marriage: First dates are one of the best, but cigarette breath ...i can't take it.

"Second date": frog.

Marrying him, he helps on the farm and makes coffee or a fucking JEWEL...or a Bat wing..cool.

Summary: He is a good friend and a great romantic partner, but keep in mind that he will complain a lot about Demetrius or family issues.

6/10

Shane

First impression : RUDE! U CAN EAT MY COW SHIT, Gross stinky Man.

If someone said that he is Sebastian's father, I would believe him

Now: cool uncle i guess, should have been in therapy a lot sooner, its good that he's feeling well.

Headcannon: Honestly I have no idea where he got blue chickens.

he smokes a lot,like, really.

Marriage: The room he adds IS DIRTY? GO WASH THAT FOOT WTF

I don't want to eat what he cooks, he shouldn't even wash his hands .

a new chicken coop And that's it.

Summary: like...I neither like nor dislike him, but I feel he's a dirty guy, and I don't like dirt.

It's good that he's on the mend, but I feel like he's not ready to get married.

4/10

#stardew valley #Alex #Shane #Sebastian #Elliot #Harvey #gamesderesmes #SV

20 notes · View notes

scorchedthesnake · 1 month

Text

May 24, 2012

May Fair was a date that changed everything. We turned up to the show, dressed in virginal white, and chased our favorites through the halls of the hotel as usual, unaware of what had been planned. First, we exited to Manderley and the Lobby, where cast members (and additional hired performers) began to circulate in gold body paint and floral costume. Jeffery Lyons and Zach McNally beckoned us to eat grapes off their bodies. The libations, as the place still insists on calling them, flowed profusely. Probably too profusely. By the time we were invited back down to the ballroom, the atmosphere was already charged, horny and aggressive. To be clear, those weren’t and aren’t complaints, but I am trying to take a fair and accurate stock of the impact this party had.

At the time, there were few to no boundaries between some of the cast and crew and the community of fans and regulars that had gotten to know them. We were familiar faces adjacent to the celebrity guests and the increasing throngs of tourist visitors – sometimes that was a comfort, sometimes we were the more awkward ones. All of us had a combination of real relationships to the show and its people and imagined relationships to the same.

youtube

In the ballroom, Pigpen was playing (Careena Melia’s brother was in the band, and the folk-pastoral vibe they had was perfect). A May Pole had been set up in the center of the ballroom and on the ground we found green grass - a sod floor had been put down. This began to explain further the invitation to wear all white. Cast performed a series of (tame) May Pole dances and rituals, cute and with a palpably increasing amount of suggestive thrust and throb. This all went on until culminating in a blood sacrifice (the real reason for wearing white) and the party truly started.

Like I said, we were all really drunk. There’s a photo from the official press packet that shows the ballroom not long after that moment - most cast were done for the evening and reappeared in regular white clothing to join in the revelry.

You can see some of us here: Alex Mandell, Zach McNally, and that’s the side of Paul Zivkovich’s head by the bannister. Me, I’m next to Paul, blocked by the bannister. And I was at that moment making out with some hot random boy. That went on for a while and then he moved on, and Paul leaned over and said, “you know that’s the new Boy Witch, right?” No, I had not known that and would not meet him properly until about a month later, deeply embarrassed for what are by now very obvious reasons.

Elsewhere in the building, other entertaining drama was emerging. The Kissing Booth, which you’ve seen teased at many parties ever since, as “back in 5 minutes,” was a real thing at original May Fair. I didn’t go and I don’t know why it animated so many people but my understanding was that there was some kiss-swapping going on and people were lined up for the possibility of locking lips with William Popp. Again, I wasn’t there, so I only know what people told me second hand. Understandably that felt a little manipulative, which was the point.

May Fair was great. May Fair marked a major vibe shift, however, in the emerging fan community. As I think back on it, up until that point we all had our own individual sense of an intimate relationship to the show. It wasn’t until May Fair came along that everyone had the opportunity to compare the intimacy of their relationship to the show to that of everyone else, and the results were obviously destablizing. There hadn’t been a lot of space for jealousies and envies to grow, but now there was. There hadn’t been many opportunities for fans to gather and pass much judgment on the perceived and real behaviors of other fans, but as of May Fair, it was something everyone could get engaged in. I don’t think there’s a finger to point for it; I think this is a natural process in the formation of any kind of community, when it first sunders into its subgroups and cliques. Lines were drawn, naturally, as different personalities grouped together out of mutual interest or mutual disinterest. No idyll lasts forever, and the virgin peace of our Tumblrverse was spoiled with grass stains and blood, lots of spilled liquor, and a photo booth that showed who was there for whom.

The photo booth has been a pretty regular feature at McKittrick parties ever since, but this one really let people showcase their cast relations. This wasn’t just parasocial attachment: it was real. We had – across our community – built a wide range of real relationships with people in the show. It was genuinely celebratory, but in retrospect, capturing those relations in photography was the first sign that, well, maybe some boundaries would in fact be useful. But we couldn’t have known how bizarre this all was; it was new to everyone. And the entire joy of the show had been in breaking us out of digitally mediated experience and reminding us of the tactile and real. It felt like a part of that journey to revel and celebrate and love, together.

Here are two of my May Fair photo booth favorites. In the first – Sai Somboon and his then-new boyfriend Matt on the far left – they are now married. And there’s me and Chelsea, and Careena, Nick and Elizabeth, Zach, and Kat Freeman.

And the second – one of my very favorite photos in all my life – Careena and Paul, and the sparkling bedazzled mask Jonathan Martin had given me. These images, as I look back at them, are full of easter eggs and portents of things to come. This entire memory of that night is full of those. Nothing was ever the same again after May Fair.

#sleep no more #sleepnomore #mckittrick hotel #punchdrunk #sleepnomorenyc #mckittrick #sleep no more nyc #Youtube

2 notes · View notes

invisibleraven · 1 year

Note

“You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.” for Rose/Ray?

Ray Molina was many things; a pretty damn good photographer, a decent chef, even if it was limited to a scant few dishes, and pretty handy with a hammer.

One thing he was not was a morning person.

Given his job being freelance, he could literally work whenever, and lucky for him, magic hour was later in the day, allowing him to sleep in as often as he wanted. Long luxurious mornings burrowed under his duvet, letting himself sleep until the sun was high in the sky.

That all changed when he met Rose Alvarez though.

Rose was the lead singer of a band; Rise and the Petal Pushers. They played the Hollywood Strip, and Ray met her when he was hired to take shots at a show where they were opening. She opened her mouth to sing and Ray as good as handed over his heart.

He bought her a drink after the show, and then they went out for pizza, talking the whole night through, only parting as dawn approached, with Rose's number scrawled on his arm and her lipstick smudged around his mouth.

They kept dating for some time, grabbing a meal or a movie when they could. Going on hikes and picnics on a rare weekend off. But mostly they went to shows. Rose's band was gaining popularity, and Ray made decent bank taking shots of bands and clubs, so their dates meant they were working, but they could also always find one another in the crowd, share a smile, blow a kiss, and then spend the rest of the night together.

Soon enough they were spending every night together, as Ray invited Rose to share his tiny studio apartment when her lease was up. She happily agreed, and that's when Ray learned a lot of new things about his girlfriend.

Namely, that she was chipper and raring to go first thing in the morning. Rose would hop out of bed before 8 most days, humming as she puttered around, making coffee and breakfast, reading the newspaper and doing the crossword in pen while Ray stayed in bed snoring away.

Only she started kissing him awake, and as much as he played the grump the first time, he was never going to turn down kisses. "Mmm, still sleepy," he grumbled as his head fell back to the pillow.

Rose giggled. “You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.”

"I'm always cute, thank you very much," Ray said and pulled her pillow over his head. "Also sleepy, back to sleep."

"But it's a gorgeous day!" Rose exclaimed. "Why waste it in bed?"

"I like sleep," came Ray's muffled reply. "Bed is comfy, why don't you come back here and snuggle me?"

"Hmm, that is an appealing offer," Rose hummed. "But I've got things to do, so I'm going to shower., Use up all your hot water."

Ray groaned at that, glaring at her from where she had lifted the pillow, her impish smile greeting him. "You're mean."

"You could always join me, save water, make sure you get a hot shower for once," she sing-songed.

"Will you make me breakfast after?"

"Waffle mix is already done," Rose assured him.

"Can we eat it in bed?" Ray asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Rose snorted. "Only if you're on laundry duty, I don't relish washing syrup from my sheets."

"Alright," Ray said, sitting up and stretching, scratching at his firm stomach and wiping a hand over his face. "I'm up."

Rose leaned in and squished his cheeks. "So cute!" She walked off towards the bathroom. "Come on, shower, breakfast, bit of fun, and then maybe you can even convince me to have a nap with you."

Ray laughed and chased after her, her giggles ringing out through the small space, and her kisses even sweeter than the waffles they shared. Sure the sheets were a bitch to clean after, but Ray considered the fun they had getting them dirty and the lovely nap they shared after more than worth it.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose #julie and the phantoms

7 notes · View notes

spacefoxy · 2 years

Note

Do you think Eric may have been dealing with an unidentified mood disorder that caused his moodiness?, I also heard he could go hot and cold and do you think he may have been dealing with unresolved issues in his life?

Sorry it took me a moment to get to this one!

Again - disclaimer - I cannot say things with 100% certainty. This is just my own opinions that I have come to from all the material I have consumed. Do not take this post as absolute facts.

Now that that's out of the way. We hear about his moodiness a lot from Carrie, who dated him at the end of the 80's. Paul has also mentioned his silent treatments, which range from '87 to '90. Bruce has also some stories from HITS tour and yeah Crazy Nights too, where Eric would sulk in silence on the tour bus etc. So yeah, he was moody. That we cannot deny.

Lets go back to what Paul said about him agonizing about not being the original drummer. Peter was equal with the other guys, and he contributed so many songs! Peter has a vocal on damn near every album before Eric joined. Eric wanted to be in a band where he could do that ever since he became a huge fan of the Beatles - but once he got into KISS, he was a hired gun. He had a salary and a contract and he did not get to take part in any meetings where the band was discussed. He just got a memo after the fact. That has got to sting! G&P clearly tightened the reigns on the band during the 80's, there's no doubt about that. Perhaps having been burned by Ace and Peter (cause c'mon we all know what that was like) they took more and more control over decisions and every album became a battle of who gets to have how many songs on the album between them. I believe there were stories of "well if he gets that song, then I get this one" type of situations. Eric would bring in material, but if neither of them could make it their song to sing, they were rarely truly interested, I feel like.

So imagine about a decade of very limited ability to contribute to the band, which was eating him up for sure. He was apalled when Vinnie was offered a lead on the next album (which became Animalize) after only having just arrived in the band and not even having a proper contract with them. The only thing that was truly Eric's, was his drum solo. He was free to get as creative with it as he wanted. And he loved the interaction with the fans. That was the only thing that was truly his and he held onto it for dear life.

Why am I talking about all this? Because I feel like his increasing moodiness has a direct link to all this. The first instant of his moodiness on record comes from the Crazy Nights tour, especially the European leg of it. What happened during this time? Paul suggested they get rid of the drum solo. (Gary Corbett said the words used were "No one wants to hear that shit anyway" but take that with a grain of salt obv). They wanted to play more songs on the set and the drum solo took too much time. This was a devastating blow to Eric. I can imagine him being already wound up about not being allowed to properly contribute to the band and now they're coming for his solo too. So he started sulking and giving the silent treatment to the others. (which seems to be his go-to thing)

The same situation happened during the HITS tour, where all of the solos got axed at the beginning of the tour because they wanted to play more songs. They had just hired a tour manager who had said to Eric he hates drum solos. So yeah, they had already gotten off on the wrong foot and now his solo was being taken away *again*. What's worse, they only played Little Caesar once, during a rehearsal show, and dropped it immediately. So yeah, he was moody.

A lot of the counts of moodiness from this time come from Carrie, who honestly had no idea what was happening in the band. And the way she treated him sometimes was bordering on abuse. She'd be heard screaming at Eric or the famous making him sleep on the floor when he didn't even do anything to deserve it. If we look at her current behavior and the frankly disgusting way she treats people, yeah I can see her doing this shit to him.

So if we recap, he was stiffled artistically, people were coming after the only thing he had total control over in the band, and his girlfriend was a person he wasn't sure he wanted to stay with for the rest of his life and he was getting there in age. No wonder he was moody.

Sure there could have been stuff we never got to know about but I feel like the picture is painted quite clearly by following these leads. Now do I feel like a 40 year old man sulking instead of voicing his grievances is childish? Absolutely! LOL But that was his style... Oh Eric..

#Anonymous #oops I wrote a novel again

14 notes · View notes

leftycanwrite · 4 months

Text

Hell...no.

Jesus scares the shit out of me. He has for some time. The trauma of his presence began as a little girl being dragged to Catholic church in the southeast. I might as well have been Buddhist. Catholics in the south were already a rarity, our idolatry viewed as extreme and terrifying. And I have to agree with my Protestant neighbors. Every Sunday, Jesus would peer down at my little face, with his wan skin and bloody stigmata. His droopy eyes were either sad or dead, I could never tell which. And if I wasn't gawking at his bleeding wounds on the cross straight ahead of me, I could witness his death march illustrated on the walls around me, something that would later be drilled into my head, the repetition of each step and my committment to their memory a true sign of a good, reputable and healthy Catholic.

The religion thrives on its congregation either living in fear, sadness or regret, with the possibility to repent and ask for forgiveness, because you know, we were all born with the original sin. Bad as ever us Catholics.... And then they'd finish each Sunday by serving us all hot 'n now Krispy Kreme donuts, it was a truly perplexing dichotomy. A sort of "nice sandwich" if you will.

All of my friends were protestant, mostly either Presbyterian or Methodist. They had cool gyms where you could roller skate. They had camps where you ate candy and sang songs with actual bands, not a haunting organ blurting out rare and terrifying chords just as frankensence lulled you to sleep. But as fun as the other religions sounded, I was bound to Catholicism by three pieces of paper: baptism, first communion and confirmation. These were the marks of a person truly dedicated to living a holy life.

And I believe, for many of us Catholics, this is where our bad reputation comes in. Because we are bound to such strictness in practice, once reality hits and the doors of our sacred one-hour prison are opened, we unleash ourselves into the world fully unprepared for anything. And if our parents forced the religion upon us, they were just as unaware. Mine were....

At age 15, I entered another sacred institution: high school. That was its own spiritual training ground. I was baptized as a Freshman into a new world, full of raging hormones, sex and drugs, wholly naive to cherry popping, blow jobs and dating in general. I found out soon enough what it all was.

Mr Siemen, ironically the name of one of my Sunday school teachers, liked to tell us, "the Bible is full of sex, drugs and rock and roll", as if to make it cool. I guess the Bible was describing adolescents in high school.

At 16 I had my first kiss with Ben, who kissed me with a mouth full of chewing gum and badly brushed braces. It should have been romantic, it was at the beach, during a warm and beautiful sunset. I was with friends at spring break and they told me he liked me. I knew him from school but not more than that. He was cute enough but he didn't tempt me otherwise. I was still young in the brain. I chased boys away, literally running to scare them off if they mentioned liking me. He was the first one I stood still for. So I sat next to him, anticipating the orbit fresh mint flavor, while trying to ignore the burger bits caught in the metal brackets, and let his tongue search the inside of my mouth for a minute. And then we opened and closed our mouths and then I tried my tongue in his mouth and on it went for a few minutes. Then I had had enough. Sometimes his mouth was open too much and I felt like a fish was trying to eat my face. After it was over, I wondered if Jesus had ever kissed someone. And then I wondered if I was bad for it. My Protestant friends did not protest to it, so I esteemed it was a good, natural thing. I would not need to confess it to Father O'Rourke.

Ben and I did not last long. Spring Break ended, as all good things do and summer was upon us. My mom felt it would be good for me to take on a job, so I got hired with my best friend, Brigid, ironically the name of my patron Confirmation saint, at Carabba's Italian Grill. I was a hostess and I made $10 an hour, a pittance for some, but for a 16-year old with no bills to pay, it was pure gold.

I made friends with some of the line cooks, and one of them, Mayfield, took a particular liking to me. He called me "Shorty", which I didn't quite understand until I understood that it wasn't so much about my height as his intense feelings about me. He was 21. Mayfield had been around the block a time or two but he was smooth, really smooth. His flirting began by cooking me all types of pasta, then remembering my favorite dishes and saving me extra for after work to take home. He would walk me to my car and watch out for me if someone was not acting right...there was more than one male customer that "accidentally" felt my butt as I seated him and his family at a booth or table. One night as he walked me to my car, he kissed me. And I felt something I had never felt before, not with Ben's fish lips. I felt a sensation throughout my whole body, one that yearned for another kiss, a proximity with him that I didn't know existed. We never went on dates. Our relationship was bound only by the fact that we worked together. He would grab me as I went to get more silverware from the back store room and would push me into a closet and kiss me and squeeze me tight like he wanted to eliminate all the air from my lungs and drag my limp body around with him, hugging and kissing it as much as he wanted. And then there was the night where it all went wrong. He walked me to his car on this night. And we were talking and we were kissing and he told me to come over to his side of the car, which required some maneuvering. He tried to get me to straddle him, my rear making the car horn beep as I tried to comprehend what he wanted from me. As I write I still don't know how I didn't see it coming, this is the unpreparedness I spoke of earlier. I was wearing a dress, a shorter dress as it was a hot, sticky Carolina summer. He lifted up the skirt and placed his fingers between my legs and began rubbing them in a place and in a way that I did not know existed. And then I was dripping something. He kept saying I was wet, but I didn't know what he was talking about. But I knew it felt good. Until it didn't. All of a sudden, there was a sharp pain between my legs. It made me scream. He tried to calm me down, told me to "sit down on it" and forced me down with his arms. I was scrambling to get off. I could not. He kept forcing me, holding my arms down and out of the way so he could continue. I finally broke free, screaming and hitting him. I threw myself back into the passenger seat only to see his hard brown member standing erect and him smiling at me like an idiot. And then I knew what had happened. My mom told me that when someone you love dies, you don't cry, you howl, like a wolf at the moon. I didn't cry now. I howled. I felt the little girl inside me die. And I would never be the same from that moment forward.

I went home that night in hysterics but I had to collect myself before I got home because whatever had just happened to me, I could not tell my parents. Sex before marriage was absolutely forbidden and I was sure to burn in hell. But I thought that if I didn't tell my parents that surely I would be ok, that announcing it to the world was the only way that God would know.

But at Mass the next day, I was reminded that God is omniscient. And not telling is as good as lying. So without telling my parents, I went and told the next best people: my adolescent friends. Rather than concern for my state of mind, they wanted all the details on what sex was like. Rape was not a term any of us were familiar with. But blame was.

I spent the rest of the summer ignorning Mayfield and dreamed of going back to school again, to be surrounded by people and distraction. I spent a lot of time blaming myself for what happened. My friends didn't offer much support. They thought my situation was as curiously fascinating as it was funny. I felt like a walking nothing. I was vacant and I hated myself. I wished to know what love was, thinking that if someone could just love me, that the sensation of feeling dirty would go away.

I tried to make light of the situation until things got worse. My friends told other people about my "sexcapades". Then my phone number was written on the backs of door stalls in the boys' bathroom in one of our campus buildings. "Katy Oral gives good head" it apparently read, my last name constantly being misread as the former term. i started getting phone calls after school on my home phone, back in the days before everyone had a cell phone, from random guys, some I had never even spoken to. "Hey Katy, this is Petar. So I heard you like to get down. What are you doing this weekend? I'll come pick you up. You know I drive a Caddy. We can go somewhere and you can....you know....suck my d--" I hung up the phone before he could finish. I was disgusted. Is this really what people thought sex was about? Is this love or sex? Is this what sex is about?

I longed to go back to Ben and his fish kiss, I swore to God that if He could just rewind time that I would be more kind, that I would not care what Ben had stuck in his braces, that I would accept the gross with the good and innocence. I didn't know until much later that Ben's was the first and last kiss that I would ever taste that was truly from and of a whole me.

From my newfound nothingness, I became a Jezebel. It was easy.

Any male attention given to me at that point was a trigger. It was a trigger for my anger and a trigger for my desire to be loved. The first victim was David, who was Brigid's ex-boyfriend.

Having sex with David was in breech of the first of girl friends' 10 commandments: thou shalt not date or sleep with your friends boyfriend (current or ex).

I did it and I did not care. Granted, Brigid scared the shit out of me, but with Mayfield, I had already made my bed, now I was going to lay in it. I was using David not to get back at Brigid for being a bitch, which she was, but to get back at myself and the rage I felt for what I thought was shameful, disgusting behavior.

But this backfired as well.

On the night of my 17th birthday, my four closest friends had organized a surprise birthday party for me out in the country, near the border with South Carolina, about 30 minutes from my home in Charlotte, North Carolina.

Something told me that Brigid already knew about David but she played it off like everything was hunky dory. We were all just so happy together, things were great. She asked me a number of questions, tried to make everyone in the car laugh, but there was a lingering discomfort all around. A tension slowly filled the air.

We drove to an insect farm, where Brigid's dad worked, counting and studying bugs. There was a picnic table, balloons, a cake and a golf cart. Brigid told my friends Beth, Julia and Katie to stay behind and she was going to take me on a little spin in the cart. I reluctantly agreed but I knew what was coming. She didn't even have to say anything.

I entered the doom-buggy and off we barrelled to the other side of a small lake, where I could see my remaining friends from afar. She stopped the cart and got out, switching from giddy to irate. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out," she screamed. "You fucking bitch. What the fuck is wrong with you. With David of all people." She screamed. I was silent. I let her rant. Anyway she was right. What could I say. Then she wanted to punch me. This would be a recurring theme from lots of people. "Come on get out of the cart, I'm gonna punch you." In my head it was not so ridiculous but I didn't know how to fight and neither did she. She just acted tough but I knew she wouldn't go through with it. I talked her down from the fight but she held onto the rage with staggering persistence.

My birthday present was the quick removal of all of my friends. The handed me a present, a contract, "I ....... promise to no longer be friends with Katy Orell. I will not talk to her, look at her or listen to her. She does not exist," and they all signed it. She delightfully handed it to me and wished me a happy birthday. The 30-minute drive home was excruciating. Julia and Katie mouthed I'm sorry to me in the back seat. Beth was driving and egged Brigid on on her rampage.

Then for the following months, Brigid taunted me. She wrote eight-page notes, numbered each page in her outrageously neat handwriting for someone having a psychotic breakdown. She flashed her C-cups to coach Strahan and he let her sashay herself over to the bleachers where I was writing notes to hand me her evil script during gym class one day. In it, she wrote that I was a bitch, a slut, a whore. Who would ever want to date someone like me? Brigid befriended my Sunday school friend, Sarah, who had at this point turned into some sort of thug, and dragged her into the quad where I was eating a sandwich. Sarah looked pissed and opened her mouth to threaten to punch me. "Katy I'm gonna punch you in the face!" "Why, Sarah? We literally went to fucking Sunday school together for the past 10 years!" "Because you messed with Brigid's man. You deserve it." She did not punch me either. For all of the people that wanted to fight me, none of them actually went through with it, incredibly.

I stopped going outside for lunch, opting instead to eat in my crafts classroom with my oblivious teacher. She didn't mind but she didn't ask questions either. I had no one and nothing. I was truly at the bottom of the barrel.

Some days I would go home and draw a hot bath. I would take one of mom's kitchen knives with me and set it on the cool porcelain, waiting for the tub to fill. I would decide which would be less painful: drowning or slitting. I didn't try either. It both terrified and relieved me. I wasn't meant for suicide. I eventually made new friends that made me feel worth it again and as happens with juicy news, eventually everyone moves onto something else. My story was no longer on the front pages. I was given a new schedule, moved out of Brigid's classes and her bullying stopped, mainly from a parental intervention. Not before Beth's mom called my house to talk to my mom about what I had "been doing" but at that point I had had enough of southern women's self-righteousness and told her to fuck off. She never called back.

In college, I was reborn and made new friends and a new life, but the emptiness from the rape followed me and I continued down a path of self-abuse and self-destruction, allowing men to use me as an object and in turn learning to do the same to them. Until I finally met a good one who turned my life around.

His name? Noah.

0 notes

alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

Text

246 of 2023

Are you unemployed?

No, I’ve been having a job for the last 9 years and counting.

When’s the last time you received a letter in the mail?

Yesterday The bill from the labour union lol.

Do you even write letters to people?

No, just emails.

Have you ever driven a Honda?

No, my cousin had a Honda before, but he crashed it.

What color do you want your dream car to be?

Black, just as ours.

Finish the sentence: Taylor Lautner is…

...a person, who else?

Do you have more then one favorite band?

Yeah, I have a few. But I rather like songs than bands.

Do you like The Band Perry?

Never heard of it.

You can kill one person & get away with it; who?

This question is so fucked up that I’m not even gonna answer this.

If you could be a supernatural creature, what would you choose to be?

None, thanks.

Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?

I have no preference, but since the relationship has happened, I do my best to take care of it. We’re happy together.

How long until you’re 50 years old?

17 years.

Would you be really upset if Facebook ceased to exist tomorrow?

No, I would be actually happy.

Do you usually hide your true feelings from others?

Most of the time. I rarely open up IRL.

Do you pronounce the ” t ” in often?

Yeah. Better ask me if I pronounce “h” in my dialect.

Are you capable of running 2 miles without stopping?

No. I was once paralysed.

Do you lick the roof of your mouth often?

What?

Did you do it just now?

No.

Most unattractive male name, in your opinion?

I don’t know, Derek? Or all the boring names like Adam.

Do you watch the show THE BIG BANG THEORY?

Yeah, I love it. It’s so stupid that it’s actually funny.

Are you exhausted?

Not today, I’m just slightly tired.

Finish the lyrics: I’m a barbie girl in a barbie world. Life in plastic…

Fuck off.

Are you a fan of reality tv shows?

Not a fan, but sometimes I watch them for lolz.

Have you visited amirite.com?

Never heard of it.

Is your pet dog male or female?

I don’t have any dog. I only have two cat ladies.

When you’re single are you mostly lonely or content?

Such things don’t really matter to me, so I’m not overthinking it.

Have you or would you try shark meat?

I’ve tried, didn’t like it.

Do you know anyone that’s pescatarian?

No. But I’m somewhat related, I guess my diet is called “pollotarian” because I’m like a vegetarian who allows chicken in his diet.

Are you shy or over confident around your crushes?

Very shy, but I cover it with some confidence. Very strange, I know.

Do you drink skim milk?

No. It’s like coloured water, so tasteless. Whole milk or don’t waste my time.

Did you know everything causes cancer these days?

Oh, really?

Do you think the govt has a cure for cancer, but is hiding it from public?

*taps his forehead* conspiracy theories, be like.

Last time you drank a diet soda?

Never. Diet soda, what an oxymoron.

Do you need to urinate?

Yeah, now I feel it.

Do you usually brush your teeth every night?

Yeah, I do.

Do ppl normally describe you as sexy?

No, they rather describe me as cool. Although there were some people who found me exceptionally hot.

Were you really nervous at some point today?

No, my antidepressants finally kicked in and I’m not anxious anymore.

Do you have a Mexican friend?

Not a friend, but one of my classmates in uni was Mexican.

Have you ever dated an Australian?

Never.

Do you think you’re fit to be a Victoria Secret model?

Do they even hire guys?

Is mostly everyone you know in a relationship?

Most of people I hang out are married.

Are both of your biological parents still alive?

Yes, thankfully.

Was your ex born in America?

No, he’s Dutch.

Are most of your jokes funny or lame?

So lame they’re actually funny lol. I make people laugh, some call me a natural entertainer.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

1 note · View note

arianatwycross · 3 years

Text

masterpost of my fics

Updated 2/06/22

Jily

Multi-chapters:

The Art of Fake Dating - WIP written with @vertraymer

For the Mixed Up Writer Fest 2022

Prompt: Fake dating AU! They fake a relationship to get *annoying person* of Person A's back. It's not real. Definitely not. Except everyone believes it's real, and they just might start believing it too.

Unlearnable - WIP, Rating M

this is a story about lost love, growing up too fast and needing to unlearn how to love

Strawberry Lipstick State of Mind - Rating E

Coming back to Hogwarts as Head girl, Lily shocks James as she walks onto the train with a sense of confidence she hadn't had in years. Her head held high, and a devilish smirk that makes James shiver.

Just a touch - Rating E

A collection of prompts put together to tell the story of a very horny James Potter and Lily Evans. (Still ongoing so pls send in prompts)

Teenage Kicks - Rating M

It all starts with Lily being hired to be the bands tour photographer, then she actually meets the band and she quickly becomes absorbed by their fast lifestyle, their pranks and the hot lead singer. But its not exactly simple to be crushing on a famous Rockstar, is it? Celebrity AU for the September jilychallenge

One Shots:

The One Where Petunia Can't Drive - Rating T

APRIL JILYCHALLENGE meet uglies theme + prompt "i hit you with my car/broom and was the only one to visit you in the hospital"

two fools - Rating T

JILY CHALLENGE romance theme + prompt " “It’s not like I've thought about kissing you, or anything…”

please please go check out the masterpiece that is @constancezin's artwork that accompanies and embodies this fic perfectly!

Shut up & Kiss me - Rating M

December JILYCHALLENGE winter theme + prompt: "i was trying to rush home for the holidays when we got stuck in a broken lift and this might actually be the worst way to spend the friday before christmas if you weren't so ruddy charming"

Crush Phase - Rating T (One Shot)

James has to live with the fact that him and Lily will never happen. Lily lives for the crush phase, the chase, the casual flirting but James wants Lily in her entirety, he wants the cheesy, romance that comes with commitment. So he settles for being her friend, or so he thought.

A Year Later - Rating M (One Shot)

JILYCHALLENGE August 2021

Prompt: This water fight was such a good idea but oops now your shirt is see-through and Damn you look good

James is plagued with a bikini-clad Lily that acts friendly one minute and flirts with him the next. Muggle AU

you are the sun - Rating M (Three-parts)

She feels someone brush a piece of her hair behind her ear, a flyaway from her messy ponytail. She turns to her side to find Daniel smiling sweetly at her, he leans over to grab his beer from the table before lounging back in his chair. She stares dumbly for a few seconds, before her eyes hesitantly reach the man opposite her. James is staring openly at her, one eyebrow raised in question. She tries her best to stop a smile gracing her lips but she loses miserably. Muggle AU/Secret Relationship

consciously unaware - Rating GA

From an outsider, it would seem that Lily Evans and James Potter were already dating, but that wasn't necessarily the truth. Jily acting couple-ly but really they’re just friends, for Jilytober 2021 bingo (5 prompts in one)

Say my name - Rating T (One Shot)

here we take a steamy move from 'Potter' and 'Evans' to 'James' and 'Lily'

Romione

Multi-chapters:

Backseat Rider - Rating T

He pulled up and somebody else was sitting in the passenger’s side, so she sat in the backseat. She tried to not let it bother her at first, but five weeks of sitting in silence behind her, which he talked of movies they’ve never seen. She realised that’s how they used to be.

One Shots:

Willow - Rating GA

Fifth Year, Christmas Break at Grimmauld Place. Hermione's crush on Ron has snowballed. Written for M.Windsor for the 2021 HP Romione Discord Secret Santa!

It’s better In the front seat… - Rating M (Backseat Rider One shot)

A Backseat Rider story - Ron & Hermione revert back to their old/new ways - this time Hermione's in the front seat.

Confessions - Rating E (One Shot)

Ron and Hermione take turns confessing their thoughts after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Books & Freckles - Rating T

A collection of Romione prompts (still ongoing - so pls send me prompts)

Nobody Compares - Rating T (One Shot)

Hermione runs into professional football player, Ron Weasley at the local pub.

#my fics #AO3 #jily fics #romione fics #jily #romione #hermione x ron #James x Lily #masterlist

246 notes · View notes