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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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I Miss You (18+) - Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie’s away on tour when he finds a bunch of polaroid's in his suitcase from reader and he has to thank her when he calls.

Word Count: 2660

Warnings ⚠️ Phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, swearing. I think that’s it but please let me know if there’s anything else I should add. Also if it’s not clear 18+ only minors kindly dni thank you.

This has been sat unfinished in my drafts for far too long and was originally supposed to be super sickly fluff but as always with anything I right lately it’s turned into smut, enjoy!

Coming home to an empty house was one thing she hated but the first time doing it after Eddie had gone on tour was always the hardest as she had to readjust back into the routine of him not greeting her at the door with a warm smile and open arms when she returned home from work. Tonight, once she had stepped through the threshold, she was greeted with silence. Kicking her shoes off by the door and depositing her bag on the table as she made her way into the kitchen to busy herself with making dinner to hopefully keep her mind off the loneliness beginning to grow inside of her.

Truth was, the tours that Corroded Coffin did now were not as frequent as they did when they were just starting out, no longer picking up any gig they could get just to build their fanbase. No, their fanbase was going strong and still growing everyday as the guys got bigger but she was just thankful that despite that Eddie was quite happy to stay in Hawkins. It hadn't always been that way but after a few months of staying out in LA while they wrote for their debut album and played shows nearly every night, Eddie had confessed to her that he'd been so relieved to come back home and just have that sense of normality back that he did the unthinkable to his teenage self, he bought a house for the two of them in Hawkins with part of his pay off from their album.

Now that had been an occasion for celebrating and while Eddie was appreciative of all the parties being held for them, the first chance he got he took her and Uncle Wayne out for a big fancy dinner wanting to spoil the two people who had always been there for him. He had also surprised his uncle with a cheque which obviously Wayne had tried to refuse stating, "I don't need your money boy, didn't do all I did for you expecting anything back" and Eddie had agreed with him. He knew that wasn't the reason Wayne took him in as a boy but Wayne had taken him in without complaint, raised him well so that he wouldn't follow the same paths as his parents and well it was clear they had struggled so now that Eddie had the means he wanted to give back to his uncle.

"I know that but you've worked so hard for so long uncle Wayne that I think it's time you looked after you instead" Eddie had replied, pushing the envelope back into his uncles' hands until finally he relented, thanking the boy but telling him rather sternly that he wanted no more.

The ringing of the phone pulled her focus away from the pan boiling away on the hob. Glancing at the clock on the wall on her way over to the phone, she frowned, it was way too early for Eddie's call so she wasn't sure who else could be calling.

"Hello?" she spoke, her free hand twisting the wire as she waited for a response.

"Hey, how you doing? Just wanted to see if you needed anything getting" Steve's voice crackled from the receiver and she smiled hearing Robin shouting hello in the background. Of course, she knew how Eddie liked to not-so secretly have Steve call to check up on her while he was away and while Steve usually liked to call round the house unexpectedly it was clear given Robin in the background that he was still at work.

"I'm fine just making dinner" she replied, it was partly the truth because she was fine, she just missed Eddie an awful lot. Something that Steve could sense when he asked if she wanted some company to which she shook her head at, feeling slightly silly when she remembered that he couldn't see her. "Not tonight, I'm gonna eat then shower so that I can crawl into bed and wait for Eddie to ring" she told him truthfully and Steve hummed knowingly.

"Okay but Saturday you're coming with us to the movies" he said and she could hear the smile in his voice and Robin faintly in the background shouting 'no arguments', shaking her head as she rolled her eyes at the two of them before bidding them both a goodbye as she went back to her cooking, thankfully it wasn't burnt.

An hour and a half later, she was tucked up in bed with clean pyjamas and the teddy bear that Eddie had gotten her before Corroded Coffin's first ever tour, "Just so you have something to cuddle with while I'm away" he had smiled softly when he'd given it to her. The first night she'd come home to it, she found it wearing one of Eddie's shirts and upon burying her face in the soft material she'd found it smelled just like him too and that had been enough for the tears to fall, she couldn't believe that he'd been thoughtful enough to do that for her. Now though it had become tradition every time he was away and this time, it was his old Hellfire t-shirt that she'd pinched on many occasions that adorned the bear.

Wrapping herself up in the duvet with the bear held tight to her chest, she lay on Eddie's side of the bed waiting for him to call, pouncing on the phone as soon as it started ringing and answering it with a breathless hello.

"Sorry princess, did I catch you in the middle of something?" Eddie's voice drifted through the speaker and she immediately felt herself relaxing further into the bed.

"No, just in bed" she replied with a sigh, holding the teddy bear tighter in hopes of it feeling like he was actually there with her.

"Oh I see" he chuckled and she could practically see the teasing smile he was definitely wearing through the phone, "I leave for one day and your already taking matters into your own hands" He was mocking her, she knew that but for him to even suggest that she could replace him that quickly, well she couldn’t have that.

“You know nothing compares to you” she smiles, burying her reddening face into the teddy as Eddie chuckles down the line at her confession, “besides I’m having to settle for your double seeing as you left me” she teases, knowing that if he was here she’d have stuck her tongue at at him after she’d said it.

“Ah so you found him, what do you think of his outfit choices this time” Eddie asks, bypassing the part about leaving her because it wouldn’t help to dwell on the fact, she knew he’d never willingly leave her but he had to tour, it was part of his job.

“Perfect, just perfect” she sighs in reply, it was the same answer every time he asked but she was a little bitter about it this time because it was one of her favourites to sleep in when he was away.

As if he could sense it through the phone his next words only seemed to confirm it, “I thought you might say that and I know it’s your favourite so if you look under my pillow” she doesn’t give him chance to finish whatever else he had to say before she’s squealing his name and drops the phone in excitement as she fumbles under the pillows finding exactly what he was talking about.

Pulling out the neatly folded shirt, she watched it unravel as it revealed an exact copy of the shirt the teddy bear was wearing. Although as she trailed her fingers over the soft material, she realised it was more worn than that of the bears, this was his original shirt and he’d left it for her. She wasted no time stripping off her pyjamas and letting the material of his shirt slide over her head until it engulfed her body before she remembered the phone.

She could hear him asking if she was still there when she brought the phone back to her ear, “Thank you, thank you, thank you” she smiled giddily, interrupting him while wishing that he was there with her just so she could throw her arms around him and hug him tightly for the gift.

“Mhmm well I think it should be me thanking you sweetheart for the special gift I found in my suitcase” he hums, his voice dropping a lot lower than it was before.

She sits up straighter as a shiver runs down her spine, even miles away he still had that effect on her and she could just imagine him sprawled out on the bed in the hotel room with her polaroids in his hand. It had been an impulsive decision, one that she’d forgotten about until he’d mentioned it just now but she could still remember each photo she’d taken, the lingerie she’d worn was stashed away in the wardrobe ready for him getting back home.

“You like them?” she asked, feeling a little nervous. It was completely out of character for her to do something like that and she had to push away the fear of someone else other than Eddie discovering the pictures.

“Like them? Oh honey I’ve been hard since I pulled them out of the suitcase about a half hour ago, I had to force myself to wait until our usual time to call you” he groaned as if it was the hardest thing he had to do in his entire life and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his dramatics, same old Eddie she thought. “Don’t laugh sweetheart, I’m stuck here with nothing but your pictures and my hand, do you know what I’d give to have that tight pussy wrapped around me right now” he moaned.

She felt her thighs clench at his words as a familiar heat began to pool in her lower belly, she whined his name and he copied, her own name gracing her in his low voice that didn’t help the want growing inside her. “Oh Eddie I need you so bad” she whined, burying her face in the teddy which was still clutched tightly in her arms.

“Yeah sweetheart, fuck take your panties off and play with yourself for me” he groaned and she could hear shuffling in the background before his breathing grew heavier. He was touching himself and he wanted her to touch too.

Scrambling to get her panties off, she slid them halfway down her legs before she kicked them off and let them fall somewhere in the room that she’d worry about later. Slowly sliding a hand over her chest, she stopped to pinch her nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt, teasing herself just as Eddie would if he was here, whining his name as she did so. “Oh baby you sound so good, wish you were here with me” he moaned, a wet sound now beginning to grace her ears and it didn’t take her long to realise he had moved on from teasing touches to fucking his hand.

Moving the hand down from her chest, she let her fingertips dance down over her tummy whilst she imagined that it was Eddie playing with her as he usually did. When her hand reached the bottom of the shirt, she flattened her palm and let it slide until it was cupping between her legs and she could already feel her wetness dripping onto her hand. Using her middle finger, she ran it through her folds, getting it wet enough before she slid it into herself, moaning into the phone and hearing Eddie curse from the other side.

“Tell me how you’re touching yourself sweetheart, need to picture how perfect you look” he pleads following his words with a groan as if he’s holding himself back from cumming just yet as if the thought of her touching herself alone was enough to make him cum.

“I’m so wet Eds, my finger is just sliding in and out but it’s not enough, need more” she whines as her hand begins to move frantically between her legs, searching for the pleasure that Eddie can bring her so easily.

“It’s okay sweetheart, add another finger for me and let me hear how wet you are” he groans, his own hand sliding over his dick, slick with his spit that he was imagining was hers, that she had her mouth on him and was almost overwhelming him with pleasure.

Doing as Eddie said, she slowly added a second finger, moaning at the stretch and the pleasure that followed as she began moving her fingers again. “Feel better sweetheart” he asked, his fucked out voice hitting her ears and only adding to her pleasure as she quickly nodded her head in answer, completely forgetting in her pleasure that he couldn’t see her but as her moans increased. “I’ll take that as a yes then” he chuckled but it was broken when his breath caught in his throat as the gasp of ‘yes’ that followed his words.

“Jesus sweetheart you sound so good, bet you look even better” he rambled, his hand starting to pick up the pace on his dick as he brought himself closer to his orgasm, knowing that with the sounds she was making that she wouldn’t last much longer. “Think you can take some more pictures for me, wanna have a collection to take away with me next time” he growled, eyes rolling back as he started to buck his hips up to meet his hand.

“Yes Eddie, so close, gonna cum please Eds, can I?” she asked, broken by her moans as she felt the heat inside her reaching breaking point.

Eddie, never one to say no to her, especially when she sounded so pretty, pleading with him like that. “Go ahead baby, let me hear you” he encouraged, feeling his own end approaching and knowing her moans as she came would only push him over the edge. She didn’t hold back either, her moans coupled with gasps of his name and he could just picture the way her body was shaking as she came. That was it for him and with one more thrust of his hips into his hand he was cumming, white ropes of cum painting his bare torso as he moaned her name.

For a while all that could be heard between them was the heavy breaths as they came down from their highs, until he broke it with a laugh. “You know I always forget how fun that can be”

“Not as much fun as when we’re together though” she hums, body beginning to feel heavy with sleep as it always did afterwards.

“Of course not” he agrees, reaching for his discarded shirt to clean himself off with as he tries not to think of the state it will be in when it eventually gets around to being washed. As he throws it in the general direction of his suitcase his eyes find the polaroids again, “you know I wasn't joking about the pictures baby, I fully expect a collection for the next tour” he smirks.

“We’ll get to work on those when you get home” she giggles sleepily, her free hand searching for the discarded teddy bear and pulling it into her chest as she hears him chuckle on the other side of the line.

“That we will sweetheart, now get some sleep and I’ll speak to you tomorrow, I love you” he smiles, it was as bittersweet as always but he wouldn’t have it any other way, living the life he dreamed of all with the girl of his dreams by his side was more than he ever could have hoped for.

“I love you too Eds” she mumbles, using the last of her energy to place the receiver back before sleep took over her.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x reader fluff #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson onshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Forget-Me-Not 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Loki

Summary: You return to your childhood home to put the past to rest.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You walk out of the bank, tempted to have your lunch at The Horn. You're certain they'd serve it up nice and foamy in a pint. Never the matter, you were never a drinker. Sins of the mother and all that.

You get into the front seat and sit for a minute, contemplating what to do. If you leave the land as it is, burn that shitheap down, drive off into the sunset, well, who will care about what some dead crone owed the bank? That's not how it works. You might think little of shared blood but a name is a name to the powers that be.

You shove your key in the ignition and turn. Your engine cranks and sputters but doesn't roll over. You frown. You just had it serviced before you drove out here. Oils filled, everything was tiptop, so the mechanic said. No lights, no dinging. You try again, twisting harder, but it doesn't catch. You let go as the car quiets.

A slap on the roof makes you jump and you look out the window at the figure right outside. Thor Odinson bends, grinning at you through the glass as he gives a wink. You don't believe in coincidences, especially not in Hammer Ford. You ignore him and give it another go; third time is the charm.

Nothing. Just a puff of exhaust and rattle. Fuck!

"Ah, don't worry, sweetheart," Thor raises his voice so you can hear him through the glass, "I'll take you 'round Vol's--"

"Fuck off," you hit the switch, ensuring the locks are down.

He laughs, "you know, I don't think I ever heard you speak before."

You shake your head and scowl, peering around. Several people watch but quickly put their heads down and continue on their way. Just like it always was. Fucking cowards.

"I see why he likes you--"

"Piss off!" You flip two fingers up in his direction, "now!"

"What? I'm tryna help you out. Sounds like your transmission," he taunts, "or maybe... you got some gravel in the gas tank. Shit, you know, that'll ruin your lines--"

"God! Would you just leave me alone?" You roar as you hit the steering wheel, "you and your fucking family."

"My mother gave me this cheque..." he reaches in his pocket and unfolds a slip, "has your name on it... and would you look at that? She left the amount blank."

You ignore him and grit your teeth. They think you're that girl who could be sold for a sixer and a couple bills. They don't know anything. They don't know you.

You reach over to the glove box and pop it open. You reach inside and take out the bottle of glass cleaner you keep there. You flip the lock up and he steps back, a victorious hum as you open the door just a hair. You aim the nozzle up and spritz him in the eyes.

"Is that clear enough for you!?" You snap the door shut again and thump the lock down with your fist.

He cries out and wipes his eyes furiously. You sneer as you watch him growl and his. He pulls his shirt up to mop at his face and finally stands, blinking furiously. He sends his fist into the glass, shattering it as you yipe. You shield yourself, reading for the next one, but he merely stumbles away.

"You've done it now," he snarls, "just you fucking wait."

"I will be," you holler, "just you come around and see."

He staggers away, groaning as he continues to fuss with his eyes. You watch him in the rearview before you lean back and stare at the lifeless meters in the dashboard. Rest in peace, mom, you left me a whole lot of shit, didn't you?

🏚

You grab the tire iron and leave your car behind. You have no other choice but to make the long trek back to your mother's shack. You get a few looks from passerbys on the main strip, their eyes lingering on the heavy tool in your hand. You're not stupid or weak like them. You're ready to fight back.

You keep your eyes set ahead of you as you crest the first hill. You always hated how this village only ever seemed to be up. You weave around the country roads and turn off into the trees as the sun dips below the treelines. You're tired and sore but not done. You still have a ways to go.

As you come through the canopy that opens to your mother's house, you feel the coolness in the air tingling in your fingers. The chill in your spine is from more than the late cast of a spring afternoon. You grip the iron tight as you stare up at the open door.

You swing around at the kick of a pebble. The iron meets only air as you twirl all the way around. No one's there. You back up, searching the trees. No, someone is there.

A snicker rolls up through the forest. It's him. He's watching you. You won't back down, not this time. You squint into the shadows. Where is that snake?

"Oh my, are we scared?" Loki's hiss crawls up your spine.

You spin again to find another void.

"Don't you remember our game..." he taunts. "Perhaps this time, you might win..."

"Go away!"

"Ten..." He calls out, "nine..."

Your heart races as your eyes tinge. You remember that girl, lost in the trees, listening to him count down, to his pursuit rustling through the leaves behind her. You feel the crash of the ground against your chest and the river water flooding into your mouth. You can't breath as you're trapped beneath another, rutting and ramming, snarling as he snickers in your ear.

"three..." you come back to the present, "two..." you whip around, "one!" You spin the iron and jab it backwards around your side.

He grunts and staggers back as you stumble forward away from his grasp. Loki falters as he grasps his stomach, a clot of red blooming on the inside.

"Shit..." he spreads the fabric, showing the gash. Not deep enough. You hold the iron tighter and raise it again. He chuckles and shakes his head as he looks up at you, "oh darling, you should know by now..." he smirks, "I don't play fair."

Suddenly, you're taken off your feet from behind, a thick arm around your neck and another around your middle. You thrash with tire iron only to be thrown away from the body behind you, hitting a tree so hard you're left breathless. You drop the iron as Loki moves to sweep your feet from under you and Thor brings his foot down onto your chest. You cough as you stare up at the brothers.

Everything stays the same in Hammer Ford.

#au #series #marvel #mcu #backwoods au #forget-me-not #loki #dark loki #loki x reader #dark!loki #avengers #thor

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Fight Me (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was mad. He was so mad in fact he was at a loss for words. And if Regulus was mad and he wasn't lecturing you, you knew you messed up big time.

Yet here they were, Regulus angry beyond speech, and James mischievously stubborn. Neither made a sound.

They sat across from each other as the world moved around them. The scene was beautiful really, so the pair of them staring at each other, equally matched in this challenge was rather obvious in the romantic and soft ambiance.

They were at a fancy restaurant, one of those where you had be on a wait list just for a reservation. There were deep velvet hangings and crystal chandeliers. Candles lined the walls in carved out nooks in the intricate stonework. Each table was oak and every chair ornate with engravings and armrests. The scotch was older then both of them, and really the food was impeccable.

If you looked at their faces you'd think they both hated everything about it. But no, they were just arguing and neither was ready to concede.

The only time they spoke was when the waiter came around, James and Regulus taking turns responding kindly to them; it was not the waitstaffs fault that they were locked into a clear battle of wills and wits. When the cheque came, they paid and silently exited the establishment, silently drove in the car, and silently walked up to their flat. The energy and tension was palpable.

Regulus entered the flat first, and began to walk up to settle for the night, however James stopped him by gently grabbing his wrist. Regulus turned, head held high thinking he had won, but James didn't speak. No, James just reeled him in, so they were nearly nose to nose. His golden brown eyes meeting the silvery storm of Regulus'.

And they will fight about who kissed who first, and whose hand was in whose hair first, and if it was Regulus who stepped back into the wall or if James pushed him up against it, but somehow they ended up in bed together.

All they had left was a path through the flat of clothes that were ripped off and thrown carelessly away as wandering hands begged to touch. Bite marks and love bites, bruises and red scratches from nails that dug into the skin as they trailed down the other's back. A mess of the sheets and of themselves.

And somewhere in it all, they lost what they were even fighting about in the first place.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders #fanfic #lgbtq+#james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #harry potter #fluff and angst #mostly fluff #marauders fandom #marauders era

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specialagentlokitty · 5 months

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Beckett x teen!reader - someone to trust

Sitting on the table, you swung your leg back and forth, eating the sandwich in your hand, looking at the few others who were standing around.

“Seriously you can’t expect us not to do anything.” One of the guys snapped.

“Have some respect when talking to them.” Another sneered.

“You’re telling us to just sit back when some assholes are out there trying to make a move in our territory!”

The men next to you stepped forward and you reached out, grabbing the back of the jacket he was wearing, pulling him back.

“Cool it J.”

He looked at you, huffing a little but sat next to you on the table.

“Well, what do you want to do boss?”

“Leave it for now.”

“They beat the crap outta Tyler!”

You looked at the guy standing in the corner of the room, a couple of bandages around his arms, and one on his face.

“He was on their terf, whether he knew it or not. You know the rules, as do they.”

“Come on we can easily overpower them.” Tyler said.

“Maybe so, but it ain’t worth the risk. These guys have a reputation, right now it isn’t worth the risk to any of us. Just stick to what we’re doing.”

You stuffed your hands into your pockets, and you walked over to the first guy who had spoke.

“Question me again and I’ll show you why I am the leader here, not you..” you whispered.

With that, you made your way towards the door.

J turned around and followed you outside into the street, along with a few others and you all began walking through the crowds of people.

“Is that really what you want to do? Leave it?” J asked.

“We don’t need that shit right now, we got a rat somewhere and maybe more than one.”

“You wanna smoke em out?” Sara asked.

You looked behind you, thinking for a moment before shaking your head.

“No. I wanna know what they’re doing and who they’re doing it for. You four are my first captains, I trust you, the others not so much.”

“So what do we do?” Tyler asked.

You sighed, standing at the crossing, watching as a few people shuffled away from you all.

“We wait.”

With that, you moved past someone, making your way across the road with J.

“Why did we park so far away anyway?” He asked.

“I wanted a change of scenery.”

He hummed a little bit, gesturing to a building next to him.

“Not cause you’re scoping out that place?”

“Ain’t anything wrong with it.”

“C’mon, no one is gonna sell a building like that to a kid.”

You smirked a little.

“They will for the right price and negotiation tactics.”

J chuckled a little nodding his head.

“I like the sound of that, when’s the opening?”

You reached into your jacket, pulling out your phone before putting it back in.

“Right now, let’s go, third floor.”

You jogged up the steps with him close behind.

Making your way to the third floor, you walked to the very end room, pushing the door open.

“Welcome!”

The woman turned around with a smile and it dropped when she saw you.

“I’m not interested in buying whatever it is you two are selling get out before I call the cops.”

You hummed a little, walking over to the large window.

“Everybody has a price, what’s yours?”

“I doubt you even have that money.”

“Maybe they didn’t make themselves clear, name your price.” J said lowly.

The woman looked at him, reaching the writing along the sleeve of his jacket.

“You’re just two thugs.”

You turned around, walking over to the desk you took some papers, standing behind J who stopped the seller from trying to get them back.

With your back against his you flicked through them.

“I’ll buy it.”

You handed the papers to J who tossed them on the desk, then you pulled out a cheque book, handing it over to J who handed it to her.

“Cash it first if you want, just a proof.” He said.

“Let me make a few calls, if all goes well I’ll sell it to you.”

She left the room and you sat on the desk, looking at your second in command.

“What’s this place for anyways?” He asked.

“Nothing wrong if that’s what you’re worried about, it’s just an apartment building. Gonna rent it out.”

He hummed a little, nodding his head.

“Didn’t realise we were landlords now.”

You laughed a little, shaking your head at him.

“Stable income, I have money sure, but at least this way we have some cover.”

“Thinking ahead, smart.”

J began to explore the room, and you sat there just watching him.

“Good news, the building is yours.”

The woman packed everything and left, and you begun plans to bring life back into the old building.

A few weeks later, sitting on the back of a bench, you looked at J who was giving directions to somebody nearby.

When he was done, he answered his phone, speaking for a moment before walking over to you.

“Guess who’s been summoned by the NYPD.”

“Not a chance.”

“You’re in shit now.” He smirked.

You scoffed, standing on the bench as you looked down at him.

“We’re not going in.”

“If that’s what you want.”

You jumped down, walking across the grass with him following him.

You went back to your hideout, laying yourself on some storage boxes.

“They’re going to keep calling.”

“Toss it, get a new one.”

J shrugged, leaving the room.

Sitting up, you stood up along the boxes, climbing up on them until you reached the top, and watched as J walked back in with Tyler.

“That place you got might be running behind schedule.” Tyler said.

You narrowed your eyes a little.

“Look at the news.”

He tossed you the TV remote you, and you turned on the TV.

“That would explain the calls.” J said.

Tyler looked at you and you waved your hand dismissively, so, he left the room.

“Man I just got the place too, that’s shit.”

“Wanna check it out.”

You grinned, jumping down from the boxes.

Walking outside, you climbed on to your motorcycle, and J climbed on his, both of you racing over to the newest investment you made.

Parking outside, you swung yourself off, looking at a few of the people nearby who quickly scurried away.

“Reckon building is seal off?” J asked.

“Yup.”

You walked up the stairs, hands stuffed into your pockets, making your way straight for the stairs to the third floor.

“Get outta here kid.”

You looked at the officer, walking over.

“Fresh out the academy huh?”

“No.”

J stood behind you, resting his arm in your shoulder.

“Definitely fresh outta the academy, look at that ridiculous haircut, that’s dumb as shit.”

“I’ll arrest you if you don’t move.”

“Try it, won’t last long.” J smirked.

You moved around him, ducking under J, looking around.

Grabbing a jacket, you pulled it on, rolling the sleeves up a little bit, and J distracted the officer while you walked away.

Looking around, you tried to find where the crime scene was.

“Hey, that’s my jacket.”

You turned around, putting your hands behind your back.

You immediately recognised him and knew it was your chance.

“I didn’t know sir, I was just cold is all.”

“You don’t have a jacket?” He asked.

You shook your head a little bit.

“Well uh.. I guess you can have it yeah. Here.”

He reached into his pockets of his blazer, pulling out his wallet, holding out some cash to you.

“Here, get yourself some food and a warm drink.”

You reached out to take it.

“Castle what the hell are you thinking?”

He stopped, turning to the woman who was holding J by the back of his jacket.

“They’re just cold Beckett.”

“Oh my god Castle, don’t you watch the news?” She snapped.

She tossed J at you and made a gestured for you to hand the jacket over, so you took it off and tossed it at her, watching as she caught it, shoving it to Castle.

“They’re teenagers?” He asked confused.

You leant against the wall.

“Why’re you here, this has nothing to do with delinquents.”

“It does if I own the building.” You said.

“You don’t own the building. No one in their right mind would sell to a kid.”

“Run it detective, you’ll find everything is according law.”

She sent an officer to go and check it out, and she gestured for you and J to stay put.

She blocked the exit as she stood speaking to someone else who glanced at the pair of you.

Turning around, she looked at you.

“Great news, you two are coming in for questioning let’s go you know the drill, hands on your head and turn around.”

You complied and so did J who gave you a confused look.

“Let it play..”

He nodded his head and you were both taken to the precinct and shoved into different interrogation rooms.

You rested your elbows on the table, staring directly at the mirror.

“Seriously that just a kid, and what’s with the jacket?” Castle asked.

Beckett held out a thick file to him.

“That’s just one of them, and that’s not even the background on this kid, we can’t get any. That’s just all the criminal investigations that they’ve been part of but never convicted due to lack of evidence.”

“NYS?” He asked.

“The New York Shadows, a gang of delinquents, string of crimes are endless, a few of them have been sent down aside from this one.”

Castle looked at Beckett.

“Why?”

“The shadow, (Y/N), we’re guessing around 16, dangerous, never leaves a trace, never caught, knows all the tricks to avoid any sort of detection. Can switch from calm to incredibly violent in a second.”

“No way they’re being a murder though.” Castle said.

“Only one way to find out, stay here.”

Beckett took your file back, and she walked into the room, throwing it on the table, dropping herself into the chair in front of you.

“Let’s talk.” She said

#castle #castle x reader #castle x you #castle imagine #Kate Beckett #Kate Beckett x reader #Kate Beckett x you #Kate Beckett imagine

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justrainandcoffee · 3 months

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Like roses and bread (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc + Luca Changretta) [Part 1.]

«Crime sometimes smells like roses and bread...»

Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (ofc) masterlist

Summary: Crime not always involved murder. Sometimes it's something harmless for the rest of the world, like money laundering. The problem is that now, a private detective is behind them and for the first time maybe they're about to be exposed. The couple needs to be smarter than Detective Changretta, something not easy at all. Not even with the help of Alfie's ex: Tommy Shelby.

Warnings: None. || Next chapters Tommy will be part of it.

Words: 1.8 k || Series Masterlist

2021

A bald man was sitting in front of Detective Changretta. The day before he called him asking for an appointment and Luca agreed.

The man was in his 40s and his clothes were smart. He tried to hide it, but Luca could see an expensive gold watch and his perfume was clearly one of the finest you could find.

Something about him disgusted Luca. He was arrogant and the kind of man who thinks he's superior to the rest of the humankind.

The kind of man Luca despised.

Luca's orange cat named Dante jumped on the desk and the man tried to push it but when Luca stand up, the man thought it better.

"If you don't like my cats, Mr. Ferguson, then you should've read the sign on my door first. If I were you, I'll think twice before trying to do it again."

"I'm allergic."

"Not my problem. There's the door, go to another place, find another detective. There are thousands."

Ferguson shook his head. "You're the best, that's what people say. My boss needs the best."

"Yes, your boss. Talk to me about him. Who's your daddy?"

His client gritted his teeth. If the detective weren't so prestigious, then Ferguson could spit on that face. Luca Changretta was nothing but a cockroach compared to him. Fuck him and his ugly cats. And yet, Ferguson answered to him.

"It doesn't matter who he is. He wants to remain anonymous. The thing that matters is the people who you need to investigate."

"The owner of the Inn: Alfred Solomons." Luca checked the notes he wrote the day before.

"Yes. And his woman."

"Just two civilians. I don't investigate people who just work, Ferguson."

"That's the problem. They're not just two civilians…at least him. We don't know the woman but we suspect that she's his accomplice."

"Of what exactly?"

"He stole money from my boss' account." Ferguson, cleared his throat "last year, during the quarantine. In June."

"Really? How?"

"Solomons played dirty. My boss didn't know the kind of man he is. Solomons is a corrupt man!" One of the veins in his head was throbbing.

"And so is your boss. I don't think he's a little lamb."

"How dare you! He's a good man, a man who cares about people."

"Yes, sure." Luca rolled his eyes "Do you know I'm not cheap, Ferguson? Don't you? High quality equals high price. I want 60% in advance plus extra cash because I'm about to be a father, so, my baby needs a present. I know you can afford it. Do it for her."

Luca stared at him. Ferguson disliked him and it was mutual but he needed the job and that's why he accepted the case. It was true that he was going to be a father. His ex wife was pregnant and the baby was his. Despite they were exes, one night they shared a moment together and that same night she got pregnant. Now, eight months later, Cathy was waiting to arrive in their lives. And for Luca, both mother and daughter, deserved the best.

Ferguson gave him a cheque, before standing up and walking towards the door "Just do your job, detective Changretta."

"Just don't be an asshole, Ferguson."

Never trust a person who doesn't like cats, thought Luca. And Ferguson, clearly, disliked cats.

In the same city, but far away, Rose were working on their new place. The inn "The Wandering Jew" was open and Alfie was, of course, still his owner. But at the same time they opened a bakery months ago called "Cyril's cakes."

It was a project that both of them thought about during 2020 and finally it was real. And it was quite successful, too. They had to hired another baker to help Alfie while Rose was in charge of the customers.

Nicely decorated, delicate colours and always smelling like fresh bread, "Cyril's cakes" was famous for having a statue of Cyril itself. People, kids especially, used to take pictures next to it. The real dog was never there, so, for customers that was the nearest they could be to him.

That particular morning, she smiled when saw Alfie crossing the door. They've been together for over a year now and even when it was quite recently, it felt like much more than that.

Alfie removed his mask to gave her a kiss. COVID was still a real thing and every precaution was necessary. Still, he didn't want to waste another minute to greeted her. Not that she resisted him.

"Fucking missed you. Horrible day," she let him put his arms around her waist "Karens everywhere."

"Story of my life," he responded, kissing her now blonde hair. "I'm here now, love. Anything new?"

She shook her head. It was an ordinary day and apparently it wasn't going to change. In fact, the whole week was ordinary. Until, it wasn't anymore.

That morning at the bakery had been the calmest of the week, which Rose was grateful for, considering that dealing with difficult customers took a lot of her energy. Of the list of people who had placed an order for that day, five of the six had already gone to pick up their cakes. So only one remained. The rest of the customers were just casuals who were just dropping in to buy something before going on their way to work or back home.

Rose was texting her brother when a tall, thin man made her lift her head. His curious hazel eyes were looking around him and had a mysterious aura. Behind his mask, Rose could notice that he was smiling.

"Good afternoon, miss."

"Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?"

Luca looked at her. He assumed that she was Alfie Solomons' girlfriend although, for the moment, he knew nothing about her. Not even the name but he did know that the woman worked there.

"I ordered a cake two days ago. I'm Vicente Young." Luca said. He used his father's name and his ex's last name to cover his real identity.

There was the last of those who had placed an order. It was a chocolate cake with cherries, simple but tasty. She asked him to wait while she went to the refrigerator at the back of the bakery. Luca just nodded.

There was nothing in particular that caught his attention and definitely if what Ferguson said was true, then the evidence wasn't going to find it there. Still, pretending to be looking at his phone, Luca snapped several pictures of the place. Including Rose. Luca tucked his device into his pocket just as the man of interest appeared behind her.

Alfie Solomons was there. Wearing a flour covered apron that he took off and left on the back of the chair where Rose was sitting moments before.

"I have to go with Ollie," he said "the boy doesn't know how much one plus one is. But it's all done."

"Ok. I'll see you at home later then. Take care of yourself. Love you."

"Love you too. See you."

Alfie barely glanced at Luca as he passed, just gave a nod of his head by way of greeting and continued walking out of there.

"Your husband?" Luca smiled amicably, trying to take information away from her.

"No," Rose replied, letting out a chuckle "We've only known each other for a year."

"So you met during the pandemic?"

"Yes. Long story. I was stranded in London and during that time I met him and well, a year later here I am."

"A good 2020, then, more than most people can say. He's the one who's in charge of baking?"

"Yes. Cooking in general is not really my best ability, let alone baking. But he's really good and enjoys it," Rose's phone on the counter began to vibrate. The incoming call cut off the conversation between Luca and her.

Luca pretended to look for money or a card in his wallet to pay for the cake while she took the call. The detective didn't know who was on the other end of the line but clearly the woman had been forced to give her name and in the process, Luca had saved himself a step in finding out her identity. So Alfie Solomons was dating Rose Coldwell who, according to her, had been stranded in London the previous year and had been there ever since. The detective was still amazed at how easy it was to get information if you knew how. People, as a rule, were too trusting.

Luca said goodbye to her after paying and left. For a first meeting that wasn't bad at all. In addition to the two names of the people he was interested in he had gotten a third: an Ollie who he would find out who he was. He needed to go back to his office and use one of his whiteboards exclusively for this case he called "bread and roses."

There were times when the work was repetitive, but this didn't seem to be one of them. If there really was something illegal behind this recent pairing then there were also more people involved than just the two of them. There were always more people, the issue was who. And finding out was the best part of it all.

He thought about going to see Aveline. But at that hour, Linnie was sure to be taking care of her sick mother so he decided to see her later and ask her personally if she needed anything. For the time being, he would go back to the office .

The sun had been out for at least half an hour. Cyril's cakes was already closed for customers and Rose was ready to finally rest on her couch, cuddling next to Alfie. That was the best part of the day. Rose had secured the door and was pulling down the blind when something that looked like a rock hit her shoulder, causing her to groan in pain. But when she turned to see what was happening, she only saw a hooded figure running away.

"What the…"

The rock on the floor was wrapped in paper and she picked it up. Only two words were written on it:

Enough to make her heart beat fast. We know.

Rose quickly got into the car and drove home. Now she really needed to see Alfie.

We know.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x ofc #alfie solomons x oc #peaky blinders #tom hardy #peaky blinders x oc #modern au #luca changretta #luca changretta x oc #tommy shelby

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ohtobealady · 6 months

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October Prompts

This is inspired by @modernamericangirl ‘s observation that Robert had ignored Cora’s comment about another lady’s pearls in S5E5 … only for us to see Cora in S5E8 absolutely dripping in them.

6 October: Pearls

He narrowed his gaze and peered closer.

“I’m not certain,” he mumbled, and across from him the thin jeweler hummed appreciatively.

“Ah, of course.”

Robert stood straighter and he watched as the velvety boxes of sparkling gems and jewels were swapped nearly instantly, the third set of options sliding across Rosamund’s tea table.

“That’s quite nice,” his sister said quietly, and Robert peered closer again.

“Yes,” he said thoughtfully, but frowned. “Though I’m not sure for Cora.”

He could feel the air change besides him as Rosamund stood straighter. “Excuse us for a moment?” she said very primly to the jeweler who, nodding a quick “of course,” took a few steps across the room.

“While I don’t mind your using my home to choose the surprise—“ she hadn’t even waited for Robert to look up “—I do want to remind you that I am due to leave at any moment and cannot be late.”

“Of course I know that,” Robert grumbled, “but this cannot be rushed.” He beckoned the man over once again.

“What is this for? Can’t I know?”

He ignored that and leaned in to inspect the shine of one of the necklaces.

“It was her birthday a month ago now, so surely it isn’t that. She isn’t the mother of the bride, so it isn’t for Rose’s wedding. Nor is it Christmas or your anniversary.”

“No,” he conceded.

“Hmm. I wonder—“

Again, he ignored her and instead pointed at the pair of earrings at the far right corner of the blue velvet box. A teardrop of a pearl dangling from dainty sparkling diamonds.

“Those.” He felt himself smile. “Please.”

“Oh, excellent choice, my lord!”

Rosamund, too, leaned closer and watched as the man took them up gently and found the little card with the price. Rosamund leaned closer, too, when the card was slid face down upon the tabletop towards him.

“Are you sure?” his sister said softly. “She does have so many pearls.”

“She likes them,” he turned to the footman who brought his cheque book. “And they suit her.”

“Well, then, how lucky she must be to have someone to shower her with them.”

“I don’t shower her.” Robert sat, unscrewed his pen, and began to write out the payment.

“No?” Her voice was grating his nerves now. “So what exactly do you call giving her a rather expensive pair of pearl earrings for no other reason besides being in London?”

“She deserves them,” he admitted.

“Oh? Pray tell, what for?”

“I can’t say,” he glanced at her only briefly, and then back to his cheque. “But I assure you, she does.”

“You can’t say? Or won’t.”

He finished his writing; he tore the cheque neatly from the booklet; he stood, and with a smile, traded with the jeweler who in turn gave him a beautiful, small box.

He and his sister nodded gratefully at the man, and left the drawing room to leave him to clear everything away. Robert knew Rosamund would start in on him again now that they were truly alone, but to his surprise, she did not. In fact, she was silent.

It unnerved him.

Robert chanced a look over at her, and he found her peering at him, too.

“What is it?” he asked when at last he could bear her studying him no longer. “Do you not approve?”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. Only—“

“Only?”

“—Did something happen?”

Robert blinked at his sister. Yes, his conscience said. He’d ignored Cora. He’d been callous and beastly. And worst of all, he hadn’t trusted her with that man Bricker.

No. That wasn’t quite true: he hadn’t wanted to trust her with that man Bricker. She was too good; she was too true, and it made the guilt that he had not been all those years ago rear its ugly head.

“That is,” Rosamund went on when he stayed quiet. “Mama did mention she’d noticed …”

And to his surprise Rosamund’s voice trailed away.

“Noticed?” he asked, his heart quickening..

“Well, at the cocktail party. You did seem—“

“—I don’t recall.”

His sister looked at him, stared at him, really, until at last she smiled. “Hmm. Do you know what they symbolize? Pearls?”

Robert shook his head.

“No. Of course you don’t.” She patted his arm. Then, Rosamund turned and began to walk up the stairs, tossing over her shoulder as Robert watched her climb, “But you’re right. I suppose they do suit her”

#cobert #cobert drabbles #unedited little mess of a thing #but here we go!#robert crawley #and rosamund too #why wasn’t she at rose’s wedding?

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dross-the-fish · 7 months

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would it be okay to ask for a drabble of Hyde patching up anon? (tho if you feel like writing something like that would be ooc, or just not feeling it, i 100% get if you just ignore this ✌️)

This one came out a bit angsty but I hope you like it. .....

“Dr Watson?” Anon called, cradling their slashed arm to their chest. The vampire attack had taken them by surprise and they’d dodged just a little too slowly. It wasn’t life threatening, they didn’t think, but the amount of blood staining the sleeve of their shirt was beginning to concern them.

“Dr Watson!” they called a little more forcefully, hoping he would hear them.

“He’s not in,” A door in the corridor cracked open and the gruff voice of Edward Hyde slithered out, “What’d you want with him?”

Anon gestured at their bleeding arm, “I’m hurt,” they said, “When will he be back?”

“Won’t be for a while yet. Someone said they spotted Sherlock Holmes and an odd fellow at a local tavern and he’s gone to investigate,” Hyde peered at the injury with a scowl, “That looks rather bad, I’m not working right now so I can spare a minute to patch you up.”

Though it was not out of the question for Edward to tend to the wounded in Watson’s absence Anon was uncertain it would be wise to take him up on his offer. He was not known for being especially kind to patients and just last week Adam had tried to demand that Edward wash his hands prior to treating him and had come away with a scalpel sticking out of his knee.

Anon must have hesitated a moment too long for Edward suddenly became impatient, “Fine, bleed all over the hallway then, it’s not my problem!”

As he moved to shut the door Anon stopped him, “Wait, please help!” they pleaded reaching out and putting their good hand on Edward’s sleeve. He froze, and for a terrible moment Anon thought he would attack them. But to their surprise his face seemed almost to soften for a moment.

“Aye, come in then, I’ll patch you.”

Anon followed him, the lab, for once, was tidy. When Edward worked it was a mess of fluids, scattered tools and strange smells filling the air as questionable concoctions bubbled in glass flasks over their burners. Today it was still, the desk was orderly and it seemed as though the fearsome Edward Hyde, scourge of London, had been up to nothing more sinister than balancing a cheque book.

“What are you staring at?” Hyde barked, causing Anon to snap to attention.

“Nothing…just…the lab is usually busier,” they replied.

Edward gave a short huff, “I’ve run into a bit of a block on Larry’s cure. Working on something else helps clear my mind. I’m quite sure if I hadn’t put my work away for a moment, I would have killed the next person who passed my door.”

He was not joking. Though he kept himself in check for the sake of the group Edward Hyde’s temper was legendary and inflicting pain was an indulgence to him, one he rarely denied himself when given cause or opportunity. Anon wondered if they would be subject to his abuses today; they hoped not.

Gesturing at the chair by his desk Edward bade them to sit while he fetched a medical supply kit. He had them roll up their sleeve while he cleaned the blood away.

“Oooh, look at those claw marks. Those’ll need stitches,” he remarked, his face splitting into a grin that made Anon just a little uncomfortable.

Edward plopped a glass decanter full of amber liquid on the desk next to them, “Drink a swig of that, it will dull your senses a little. I’ve got no laudanum so that’ll have to do.”

Anon removed the stopper and gave the bottle a sniff. It was scotch and it smelled…expensive. The decanter was luxurious too, actual crystal, from what they could tell. Awfully nice liquor for someone as greasy looking as Edward Hyde to be drinking. They took a swallow and found it strong but not unpleasant. Edward had them lay their arm out on the table so he could begin his stitching.

It was painful, but not unbearable and Anon held as still as they could. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a doctor,” they said, emboldened a bit by the alcohol.

“Most don’t,” Hyde grunted, “I have two doctorates in law as well, comes in handy when I need to deal with the police. Oh, don’t stare at me like that, I am every bit a scholar and gentleman, despite my more unsavory activities.”

“What made you quit practicing? It takes years to be come a doctor, why not make a career of it?”

“What makes you think I didn’t?” he gave them a particularly hard jab with the needle.

Anon yelped and shuffled uncomfortably, “Well, you’re-“ they gestured with their good arm, “-here!”

“Och, so is Watson and I don’t see you questioning his credentials,” Hyde snarled indignantly, waving the needle to remind Anon that they should have a care for what they said in his presence.

“I’m sorry! I meant no offence, I just wonder…well…I wonder-what happened to you?”

Acid green eyes flickered up to meet Anon’s own, they held for a moment, as though he were on the cusp of a confession before he lowered them and resumed his stitching.

“I thought I loved being Edward Hyde more than I loved everything…everyone else in my life,” there was grief in his voice, and Anon wondered if perhaps they’d had too much to drink for Edward’s voice sounded strange to them. Softer, smoother and deeper, as though it belonged to someone else. They tried to focus on his face and, for an instance, it was as if Edward’s form had become blurry and larger before condensing back into shape.

Anon put the bottle back on the desk and decided they had had enough. Edward finished the last suture and wiped down his desk, waving a thick, hairy hand at Anon in dismissal. He seemed off-kilter and against their better judgement, Anon rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Mr. Hyde. I hope maybe someday you can get back some of what you lost.”

Had Anon spoken out of empty pity Edward would have slammed their head into the desk until their skull cracked open and their brains splattered across the varnished wood. But they hadn’t, they were sincere and that was so much worse because Edward Hyde did not know what to do with sincerity. True goodness always made him feel small, made him feel more sharply the burden of being the horrible creature he was. He loved and hated and wanted it so much that it was all he could do not to howl in despair. Shaking he turned away from anon and choked out “-Get out…get out now before I hurt you. I don’t want to this time, but I will if you stay even a moment longer.”

Anon reeled back and fled from the lab, feeling as though they had just had just escaped something much more dangerous than the vampire that had attacked them.

#drabbles for anon #Edward Hyde #Jekyll cameo?

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that’s so jiji episode 44

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mention of food

an: insta post found here. words in [] are captions. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist // that’s so evie

“Hello, everyone!” Yeji greeted. “Welcome to another episode of That’s So Jiji! Today’s guest is, hmm–” she pouted as she hummed– “very princess-like. Please come on in!” She waved her arms in Eve’s direction.

[K-Pop’s princess with angel visuals. Returning with her first full album, Eve!]

Eve walked into the frame as the staff cheered for her. She stood beside Yeji, waiting for the staff to calm down.

“They’re very energetic,” she commented, acting as if she didn’t know the staff.

Yeji nodded, gesturing behind the camera. “They’ve had a lot of coffee,” she joked with a smile. She slowly stopped smiling as she looked to Eve. “What do I do now?”

Eve shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m a guest. But I should probably introduce myself, shouldn’t I?”

Yeji clapped her hands once. “That’s right. The viewers need to know who you are.”

Eve angled her body to face the camera. “Hello, I’m Eve.”

“She’s Eve,” Yeji echoed, tapping Eve’s shoulder.

“You don’t seem like you know what you’re doing.”

Yeji laughed, leaning on Eve. “No, no, no. I know what I’m doing. It’s just been a while, so I need to readjust.”

“Okay,” Eve said, not believing her member.

Yeji cleared her throat. “This video will be released around the Friday after Valentine’s Day, so we’ll make a treat that can be enjoyed with your loved ones. We’ll be making salted caramel chocolate chip cookie bars. All of the necessary ingredients have been prepared and measured out beforehand for us. Let’s get started!”

“The first thing we have to do is preheat our ovens,” Eve read out the recipe that was provided for them.

[...]

“Do you know how…” She asked Yeji, who shook her head. Both women stared at the staff behind the camera.

“Would you like to help us?” Yeji asked, smiling at them. “We can’t move forward if we don’t have this step.”

One of the cameramen, Jiho, came forward to help them. He quickly turned on the ovens before returning to his camera.

“Wow. Jiji-yah, you should give him a raise,” Eve told her member.

Yeji stared at Eve confusedly. “Why would I…? Oh, right!” She exclaimed, remembering that she was the host of the episode for the day. “I’ll make sure to write him a big cheque.”

“That’s good.”

“Okay. Our first step is to… mix the butter and both of the sugars together.” Yeji reached for the electric mixer in front of her, Eve doing the same. She surveyed the various ingredients on the table, looking for the butter. When she found it, she put it in her bowl. “I’m doing the right thing, right?”

“All you’ve done is put butter in a bowl,” Eve said. “How could you do it incorrectly?”

Yeji laughed, briefly touching her nose with her hand. “I’m just making sure.”

“But shouldn’t I be asking you questions?”

“No, no, no. I’m asking the questions. I’m the host, after all.”

“Ah,” Eve gasped softly, “I see.”

“Why aren’t you continuing with the recipe?” Yeji asked. She had moved onto switching on her mixer, but Eve hadn’t done anything after adding her sugars to the bowl.

“You’re supposed to be guiding me.”

“But you have the recipe there.” Yeji pointed at the paper next to Eve.

Eve gawked at her member, who began laughing at her expression. “You’re the host! Do you not watch That’s So Evie?”

“I do, I do,” Yeji said through her laughter, “but I thought you just liked talking and that’s why you kept on narrating.”

“Well, I do like to talk,” Eve agreed with a nod, “but I also just have to guide the person.”

“Ah, I see,” Yeji said. “Mix your butter and sugar,” she instructed.

“Okay!” Eve switched on her mixer.

The two women continued on like that — Yeji giving out instructions and Eve following —, until they had finished making the batter and put some of it in their respective baking dishes.

“Now, we’re going to make the caramel filling,” Yeji told the viewers. “This part isn’t hard, just get your pot, add the condensed milk and caramel.” She demonstrated as she spoke. “And you just stir it until the caramel melts.”

“This is a very simple recipe,” Eve commented, adjusting the heat on her stove. “Even Yeji can do it.”

Yeji chuckled, stirring her pot. “Yes, I can also do it, everyone. So there’s hope for you,” she encouraged.

“Mine’s melted,” Eve said after some time, peeking into her pot.

“Mine too. Now, we’re going to pour the filling over the base cookie dough in the dish,” Yeji instructed, pouring her filling into the dish. Eve copied her. “And now, we will take small teaspoon-sized clumps of the remaining cookie dough, and put it on top of the caramel,” she explained. “It should cover the caramel.”

“Okay!”

The two women got to adding their remaining cookie dough to their baking dishes before putting them in their ovens.

“Now that that’s there,” Yeji started, turning to face Eve, “please tell us about your album.”

“Oh. I’m having a comeback with a full album, until spring. It’s a double title album, the first song was already released, dun dun dance, and the second title track is coming out with the album. Please enjoy it.”

“There’s a part in dun dun dance that I really like. ‘Feels so high,’ I like how you sing it,” she teased her member.

“I was singing it like how Seungyeon sunbaenim sings her high note in Mr. I thought it was cool,” Eve whined.

“You did so good,” Yeji complimented her, “you’re just cute, Nana-yah.”

Eve nodded. “That’s true.”

The two continued to talk amongst themselves, passing time as they waited for their dessert to finish baking. After twenty-five minutes, they checked on it, deciding that it was baked enough and taking it out.

“As you can see, our desserts are finished baking,” Yeji said. “We’re going to sprinkle some salt on it to add some saltiness.”

“Do we put salt for saltiness?” Eve teased. “I thought we’d put cinnamon.”

“Ah, unnie,” Yeji whined, pouting.

Eve looked at the camera with mock confusion on her face. “What’s the matter?”

“Just sprinkle your salt,” Yeji told her, still whining.

“Okay, okay.”

The members sprinkled salt over the dish and then waited for it to cool down before taking it out of the dish and cutting it in squares — Eve cutting it for the both of them.

“Please taste your food,” Yeji asked Eve.

Eve picked up a piece of her cookie, taking a bite. “Oh!” She lightly exclaimed in shock. “It’s tasty.”

“Success!” Yeji cheered, also tasting her own cookie. “I’m going to snack on this in between schedules.”

“Right, Yeji loves snacks. She always has snacks.”

“I’m a snack collector,” Yeji agreed. “Anyways, that brings us to the end of today’s episode, please say your ending comment.”

“Today was so much fun!” Eve said. “It was one of the most fun episodes.”

“Was it more fun than the episode with Youngji sunbaenim?” Yeji asked.

Eve blinked her eyes repeatedly at her member. “Uh– The thing– I mean– Why– Y-you… Why ask such a question, jinjja?”

Yeji laughed, clapping her hands excitedly. “I knew it!”

“Anyways, please support until spring if that sounds like something you’d enjoy. There’s a wide variety of songs on the album.”

“Who are the love songs about, unnie?”

“You,” Eve answered, smiling sweetly at her member, causing her to cheer.

“Yes. Thank you for watching another episode of That’s So Jiji. We’ll be back next week with another fun episode. Bye!” Yeji waved at the camera.

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jamiesfootball · 5 months

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If you decide on other words then here are some other word options: carry, work, bottle, message 🧡🧡

Thank you, friend. You have saved me from the struggle of making decisions with a headache

Carry (8 times)

Any second now, his soul was going to shiver up and scream, flee his body rather than put up with the excruciating sensation of being held. Until then it stayed stubbornly put. The leeching warmth and pressure grounded him, and the pillows and bedsheets did the rest as the aches and tensions he'd been carrying around slowly faded into the mattress.

Work (100+ times)

“Wait a minute! Come back! Please!“ the waiter popped back to their table with an equally frantic look on their face. The expression turned to confusion as Keeley made grabby fingers at the cheque. “Sorry, I just needed to grab this.” Receipt in hand, she turned back to Roy and explained, “It's for Barbara. Since I technically talked about work, it’s a work meal.”

Bottle (a confusing 42 times)

He could see the anger, could feel the heat of it pressing behind his eyes and between his ears and could taste it between his teeth, but it was like seeing it through the glass of a bottle. It came clear-headed and focused in a way that had only ever come naturally to him on the pitch, and he was so grateful for that he could scream. He was going to by Sharon Fieldstone all the flowers in the fucking world.

Message (only 10???)

When Roy checked his phone, he had four messages from Isaac: Is Jamie with you He won’t answer his phone I’m at his place but he ain’t answering and his car’s in the drive Coach?

#ficwip #word game wednesday alternative #fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)#writing progress #the progress is that i made small edits as i found things : )

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forasecondtherewedwon · 2 years

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Buzz the Tower

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin Rating: E Word Count: 2263

Summary: Hangman wants to buzz Bradley's tower. Bradley knows that is not what buzzing the tower means, but they're alive, so he'll let Hangman have this one.

The reception is… Bradley’s never gotten a hero’s welcome quite like that. He flies well—better than well—and he’s been commended on his textbook tactics, his clear and frequent communication with his squadron, his ability to keep a level head. But he’s never risked his life and his aircraft to go back for someone, especially not one of the Navy’s living legends. He’s never been given the chance to prove himself like that.

So he takes the hugs, handshakes, and back-slaps. When he’s hoisted into the air on somebody’s shoulders (he can’t say whose—the energy on the flightdeck is tornadic and he hardly knows which way is up), he’s only humble about it for a few seconds before he’s pumping his arms in the air and screaming his head off. It means everything to him. He almost feels his dad in the crowd.

But he’s not the only one who has to be celebrated and by the time each of the aviators who flew the mission seems to have been acknowledged and praised at least once, the reserve pilots and ground crew are in such a frenzy of chatter and cheers that they don’t even need the Dagger squadron to keep things going. And so it isn’t difficult for Bradley to wind his way out of the swarm with a shouted excuse about stowing his gear and then just not go back. He dumps his stuff and jogs through the base, headed for the locker room.

He bangs the door open harder than he means to and it slams all the way around into the wall.

“Coyote, I swear I’m comin’ back! I just really had to piss!”

Bradley strides to the row of lockers the voice came from and announces, “It’s me.”

His declaration is redundant; Hangman—t-shirt stripped off, flight suit tied around his waist by its sleeves—can already see that it’s him, Bradley knows, because he’s staring right at him. Does he look surprised? Bradley can’t tell. Spending time with Mav again is rubbing off on him; in greeting, he walks up to Hangman and shoves him in the chest. Hangman sits down hard on the bench between the lockers.

“If you’re here to say thank you,” Hangman begins wryly, “first of all, bad start. Second of all, I accept thanks in the form of large cheques, expensive tequila—”

“I’m saying this once,” Bradley warns, hands shaking. His voice isn’t loud, but his tone is enough to cut Hangman off and make him listen. “And if you say no, I walk out and this never happened.”

“Fine. Agreed.” Hangman sits up straight, eyes alert on Bradley’s face.

“I’m either going to suck you off—”

“Sold.”

“Or you suck me off while I tell you how incredible what you did was and how incredible you are for doing it.”

Well, that’s something. Looks like he’s stunned Jake Seresin into silence. Bradley takes a deep breath and waits with his hands on his hips. Other people might not consider this a tough decision, but Hangman’s expression looks like the one he had on his face the first time Mav described the mission they just completed—kind of a tell my kids I love them face. Bradley wonders whether Hangman looked this serious before he took off in Dagger Spare.

“Second thing,” he decides.

Bradley doesn’t need to ask if he’s sure—their game is snap decisions.

He unzips and drops his flight suit, yanks his sweat-drenched shirt over his head, and steps up to Hangman. He’s already growing hard and Hangman tugs his underwear down to put his hands on Bradley’s naked hips.

“Here’s to enduring traditions,” Hangman says.

“What do you mean?” Bradley’s more than half distracted as Hangman spreads his thighs and squeezes Bradley’s hips to direct him in closer.

“It’s time to buzz the tower.”

“You and I have very different definitions of that term.”

“I’m correcting yours.” Hangman grins. “And this is the first thing you’re gonna think of the next time you hear those words.”

One of his hands leaves Bradley’s hips to give his cock short, quick jerks as his mouth closes around the head. With the adrenaline, the praise up on the flight deck, the euphoric-bordering-on-horny atmosphere (at one point, he turned his head to see Fanboy and Bob making out like the world’s ending), and, of course, with Hangman being the beautiful, eager sonofabitch he is, Bradley’s fully erect fast.

They’ve shaken hands exactly once, and it was only, like, ten minutes ago. Most of the time, it feels to Bradley as if there’s a thick wall of static between them, sparking when Hangman tests it for weak spots, taunting him or making public critiques that are way too personal. He should be terrified that touching him will destroy both their capacity for being in the same room without beating the shit out of each other and the tension that’s kept them alive. Hangman slides his tongue over Bradley’s cock and Bradley touches him anyway.

He kneads the back of Hangman’s neck, grips his shoulder, breathes through his nose. Tilting his head back, Bradley stares sternly at the ceiling and mentally orders himself not to spurt across Jake’s tongue immediately. He’s already calling him “Jake” in his mind. They’re dropping away like defensive flares, these rules of engagement they’ve unspokenly devised to allow them to survive each other’s presence. Bradley licks his lips and starts talking.

“There was no doubt,” he says. “We were dead. Nose up, pointed at the sun, and it would’ve been so fucked-up to die that way, moving that fast towards the light.”

Hangman’s head dips farther and he sucks Bradley on the way back up, like all the stimulation can say, See? You’re alive. Once again, I’m keeping you here.

“My head was a mess,” Bradley admits, blinking rapidly. “I kept thinking, Missiles—no, missiles are gone. Guns—no, ammo’s out. But Mav told us, didn’t he? You can’t think up there. You can’t even think yourself out of something. The F-14… so many fucking breakers… gotta be three, four hundred…” He adjusts his hand on the nape of Jake’s neck, fingers tensing. “…and it felt like that was the inside of my head. Like I could save us if I could just find the right breaker, pull off some fucking miracle. My dad flew those planes. Why did I never fucking bother to learn those schematics? I felt like a stupid pilot and a bad son.”

At that, Hangman massages the base of his cock firmly with his thumb, making Bradley’s hips kick forward. Yeah, he was starting to spiral for a minute there. He’s good now.

“My point is,” Bradley says, “there was nothing I could’ve done. Mav either, but… but be nice to him if you ever get the urge to rub that in. You’re such a fucking shithead.”

He hangs his head forward and smiles down at Hangman’s irritated expression. Right, maybe he should get to the part he promised—the part where he pays tribute to the asshole whose mouth is full of him. That would be fair. Bradley rests his fingertips against Jake’s forehead and then combs straight back through his hair.

“You felt like a miracle,” he says simply. “It almost wasn’t real until I heard your voice over the comms, saying all that dumb shit. Somebody said you were ordered into the air, but you know what I think happened? I think Hangman launched without permission and, after it worked out, Cyclone took credit. You better be careful they don’t change your nickname because you sure as hell didn’t leave me hanging today.”

Hangman’s fingers tighten around Bradley’s thigh and his eyebrows pull together, the upper half of his face grave and intense while the lower half plunges down on his dick. Bradley’s eyes threaten to roll back in his head at the sensation of gliding across Jake’s tongue and bumping the head of his cock against the back of his throat.

“You wanna hear me say hero?” Bradley asks. “You’re a goddamn hero, Seresin. I’ll never fuckin’ forget it. You must’ve hauled ass to reach us as soon as you did. Perfect timing, zero hesitation.”

Like those words are an instruction rather than a compliment, Jake relaxes his jaw and lets Bradley sink deep. He follows it up with swifter, shallower bobs and Bradley tries to hold back on bucking into them until he realizes Hangman wants him to. His hand moves to Bradley’s ass to pull him forward in encouragement.

“I swear to god, I loved you for a second,” Bradley confesses joyfully, then shakes his head. “Fuck, don’t listen to me, I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying.”

He holds the back of Hangman’s head and fucks blissfully in and out of his mouth. Hangman rubs his hands up and down Bradley’s thighs. Bradley can see how hard he is, the tent in the crotch of his flight suit, but Jake doesn’t draw away to cockily suggest Bradley do something about it. Did it ever stop being a mission to him? Did he come because it was his duty or because he felt compelled to save Bradley? Did he feel, like Bradley does, that they’re two songs playing jarringly over each other, and that the sky would be too quiet if one of those songs stopped?

He's so fucking close when the locker room door thumps open again.

“You in here, Jake? D’you want to— Oh. Oh, shit, I—"

Bradley’s frozen while Coyote stares at them. He can’t see Bradley’s dick from that angle, but it’s not like there’d be a whole lot of explanations for why his flight suit’s pooled at his feet while a shirtless Hangman sits with his face at hip-level. Especially when Hangman—that absolute fucker—withdraws his mouth with so much suction that Bradley nearly falls to his knees. Hangman turns and acknowledges Coyote with an upward jerk of his chin.

“Did you know there are over three hundred breakers in the F-14?” Hangman ask casually. His voice sounds rough and Bradley’s face flushes hot and deep red, fucking mortified. And aroused. And mortified that he’s aroused when Coyote’ll see his cock all lubed up with Jake’s spit if Jake tilts his head to the side.

“Sorry about this, man,” Bradley manages weakly.

Coyote shakes his head and lifts a hand to dismiss the apology. He’s taking backwards steps.

“I will see you guys at the Hard Dick. The Hard Deck. Later.” He laughs loudly to himself as he disappears from Bradley’s line of sight and his footfalls retreat. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he hoots before the door closes.

Bradley puts his hands on his hips and it’s not that imposing when Hangman’s are already there.

“Aren’t the two of you friends?” he demands.

“Don’t feel bad for him. I once caught him fucking someone in my car. I’m not gonna be embarrassed about this.” Hangman glances pointedly from Bradley’s cock to his face. “If he heard you say you’re in love with me though…”

“That’s not what I said.”

“…that you’re head over heels…”

“Jake.”

“…and you’ve written ‘Bradley Seresin’ all over your diary…”

“This is why the option where I give you compliments relies on you not being able to talk,” Bradley lectures. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s not fight,” Jake pleads, grinning facetiously.

“You want me to revoke your reward?”

He’s caught off-guard when Hangman propels him backwards by his hips. The locker doors clang as Bradley’s back collides with them and somebody’s combination lock is poking into him, but those things are just background noise because Hangman’s dropped off the bench and onto his knees. He strokes Bradley’s cock back to impossible hardness after the shock of Coyote’s entrance had him wilting, then guides him into his mouth. Bradley pants and sets his hand down on top of Jake’s head with a groan.

Whether Hangman will respond well or poorly to threats is always a question—the certainty is that he will respond. His response to Bradley’s is to wrap his mouth around him, seal his lips tight to the shaft, and then tongue delicately around the head of his cock. Bradley finds himself curling forward around the feeling, but then Jake fucking deepthroats him again and he slams himself back into the lockers for support.

Hangman runs his hands up the front of Bradley’s thighs, then the inside, caressing his hot skin under his thumbs.

“I’m gonna fucking come down your throat,” Bradley gasps out.

Jake pulls off, dragging his lips over the slick head of his dick.

“You better think of something nice to say if you wanna do that,” he teases.

Bradley shakes his head against a locker door.

“That is not how this works,” he says, desperate to just grab Hangman and bring his face forward again.

“I know, but don’t pretend the split-second when you thought I was in charge didn’t turn you on.”

He goes back to blowing Bradley before Bradley can form a sentence—form a thought.

“I’m glad it was you in that plane,” he blurts. He looks down and meets Jake’s eyes earnestly. “I’m so fucking glad it was you.”

And he comes down his throat, just like he said he would. Maybe this is trusting each other. Maybe this is ending a mission together, even if they didn’t start it that way. Maybe—in the dirtiest, nastiest, bare-ass-against-the-lockers, knees-on-the-locker-room-floor interpretation of the tradition—this is buzzing the tower.

#my writing #Top Gun: Maverick #Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Rooster Bradshaw #Hangman Seresin #Bradley Bradshaw #Jake Seresin #Top Gun: Maverick spoilers #Rooster x Hangman #Top Gun: Maverick fanfiction

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risenwraith · 4 months

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#186 Eww: medical ick.

Was uncertain why the doctor had perscribed me actual antibiotics as well as antibiotic burn cream. Did some poking about on the net and found a fascinating article about ARD - Acute Radiation Dermatitis.

With ARD the burn can becomes infected and develope 'moist desquamation' (what a phrase) because the skin has been too damaged by the radiation to protect itself properly. This can easily lead to severe ulcers.

Turns out, the most common cause of irradiated skin becoming wet and ulcerous (not a phrase I thought I'd ever have to type) is a simple staph infection. Therefore, antibacterial soap and cream etc are the best way to prevent and cure it. (The doctor's comment about the burn becoming 'wet' makes even more sense now.)

Right, well, I'm not a Deep One, so I have no intention of becoming soggy or squamous thank you very much. Since I have to wait for a cheque to clear before I can get my perscriptions, I've been putting normal antiseptic cream on the worst of my burns instead of the fancy radiation cream as I figure that should do more to guard against infection in the mean time.

Article I read is here for the curious.

#breast cancer #radiation #cancer #radiation therapy #burns #ARD

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mydyspraxiablog · 5 months

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Been dyspraxia have few promble but does not stop me first promblecis can't log on Compassionuk at feeling not very good sponder at movements sometime wish have adult mobie phone not stupid monkey mobie phone at don't work change evertimevlog on Google £30 on tesco mobile network rip of Tesco not very help.

My second promble is handwriting not very good and have wait for mum writing letter for me and told sponder child what done this Christmas but family won't do photos to my sponder child and looking just me.

I do want sponder child,dog and cat and donkey and chicken

I want voluntar for dyspraxia foundation and Stafford 3UA but won't be able too because been looking after mum when she going hospital so be having break from farm crouse but do miss Sydnee and Annable my little Angels miss Darcy my little lamb tail Darcy was my dog Sydnee and Annabel was cats missing then badly.

Today went church and really enjoy but feeling things what does God want from me?

When went Asda women " Said Que at back" thinking I was push in so now decide not doing shopping in Stafford town because in Stafford town is very selfshire.

Tomorrow is last Lower Dyton farm (care) Christmas crouse and have enjoy it but be having break also want volunteer for Coelicuk too and volunteer for church but find I am too quiet something someone beat me too it and when do volunteer in charity shop " I too slow" " I don't understand your English at get PSDA and even on wattpad I got on comment " You need write own language because clearing Engish isn't Language " when write Boarding school because writing with God because today school in UK don't do pray taking God out school now in UK and think that wrong even take God off Guide promises to now I promise do my best and serrive commute and help other people keep Guide law.

At why world is mess because good shores taking away games like tag,music chairs and music bumps even duck and gones and monkey field all kids do today if mobie phone,tablet can't stand still for one minute so can't sit down colour paper but want more fun.

But me want more of God I don't think buy Sims 5 because can't afford paid cost missoft more money,Google too want move more money so does Amazon prime and Amazon music and Netflix want more money but not alwon watch football on Amazon prime for low prices for £15.99 sky sport want everybody paid £35 for sky sport on Now TV I have cannel Now TV and Cannel Pruegym membership and cannel Disney Plus , cannel audio book and kindle books 📚 📚 and even cannel friends of chalet school all because cost living too much I did want do something for uk kids sponder them but don't know how too. I have decided sponder child another child but haven't told mum yet I be sponder cats too soon but at movements lost cheque book write account number but can't do card payment because mum is jealous of me order think of Amazon Prime but need save paid for EA play £85 per year soon or won't be able play Sims be frustrated if don't happon.

These pictures do but rember I love Christmas

#dyspraxia #sunflowers hidding disabilities #compassionuk

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myfandomrealitea · 1 year

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To make it clear; this account nor I support in any way JK Rowling, the Harry Potter franchise or any other franchises she's dipped her bigoted little toes in, however.

Some of you who are just making emotional rage posts with no sensical point, threats, no information or evidence, ect, are just doing more harm than good. And I don't mean the actual posts from trans and Jewish people expressing they're hurt. I mean the all caps 'I hope your family burns if you buy the game' kind of posts.

JK Rowling is wealthy, influential and self-assured. If we're going to have any impact at all on a woman who's experienced that amount of success in her life, its not going to be by screaming into the Tumblr void.

Email your local bookstores, chain stores, supply stores, ect and, with evidence, present to them why they should remove Harry Potter merchandise from their stores. If you're also doing so, you can inform them you will be staging peaceful protests, boycotts of their stores, ect. (I got two of my local chain stores to stop selling rawhide dog products this way. If you present the facts and the brutal reality of how damaging something can be for their profits and business, they tend to listen.)

Send letters and emails to your local libraries and book clubs and schools. The same as above; politely inform them of the facts and ask them to remove anti-semitic propaganda from their resources. Print out informative leaflets and ask to leave them at the desk or in waiting rooms.

People are still, no matter what, going to want to buy Harry Potter merchandise, so instead of buying from retailers and corporate producers, show them small businesses and independent artists! Not only are you supporting an individual person, but JKR won't get a single penny of that sale. Royalties? No Ma'am. Not in this house. JKR has openly bragged about her royalty cheques. A significant portion of those is merchandise and licensing.

Share the information, evidence and perspectives of the Jewish and trans people being impacted, profited off and ignored! Perhaps the most important part! If you're just claiming the lore and plots are antisemitic, show why! Share the voices of the people being harmed and ignored! Tumblr is actually great for that. There are a multitude of detailed, informative posts on here that need a louder voice. Link them. Share them. Send screenshots or cited copies to people.

And lastly, try to be patient and understanding when trying to help people see the facts and bigger picture. Not everyone will fully grasp the points and gravitas of it the first go around. They might not fully understand the points being presented, and that's okay. We've all seen a news headline and rolled our eyes and dismissed it as dramatic fearmongering only to later see more information and realize that, actually, it is a big issue.

(Actually also lastly is please don't resort to violence and death threats and harassment. It accomplishes nothing and will only be weaponised against the actual people and posts providing information, resources and activism. Don't give them a reason to ignore those posts and focus on mockery and spite.)

#discourse #harry potter #harry potter discourse #anti harry potter #jk rowling #tw: transphobia #tw: antisemitism #fandom #reality #sephiroth speaks #myfandomrealitea

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voxiiferous · 1 year

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Hellaina and Vox matching as one another's dates for a party! Drabble under the cut.

If asked, Vox would say it started three days ago when he'd broken up with Valentino... again. In truth, it had started six weeks ago when he'd accepted the invitation to the party, with the assumption he would have a date, and thus the reminder not to forget it until the last possible minute.

All of that is to say, it brings he and Hellaina to the current moment. The last accountant files out of the boardroom. Hellaina is leaning back in her chair, sinking into it, her palms pressed to her eyes as she lets out a long sigh. The only other person is Em, lingering by the door. "Sooo," his casting director says, stretching the vowel out until both he and Hellaina look towards her. "I know it looks like you both super wanted to do more work tonight, but what about the party tonight?"

"What party?" Hellaina asks, in the same moment that their phones chime at them in unison, with the ever-convenient calendar reminders. "Right, that party."

"We need to get ready-- Em," he says, already standing up, despite the protestations of his spine from sitting in the chairs for hours. "Arrange for a last minute gift for the hosts. Have it ready for," he checks his phone. It's quarter to six, and the party starts at eight. "Before 7:30, we'll pick it up on our way out."

She salutes,, as the door swings shut behind her. He'd make sure she got a bonus on her next cheque as thanks.

The ride up to the penthouse isn't tense so much as busy. Hellaina is messaging Dia, telling her wife not to expect her home, while he's ordering the limo be waiting. He never truly appreciates just how in sync they are until moments like this, when without having to even say anything, she knows to get read. The fact that this isn't the first time they've had to do this is telling, "Which colour?" he asks, pausing at the door to his bedroom.

"Blue," she answers, heading into the guest room.

Years ago, when it had been clear that they'd have moments exactly like this, it had been easier to simply keep a few easy outfits in the guest closet; red, blue, purple, teal. The blue is probably the one they default to the most often, and it's easy enough to find matching pieces in his closet. Pinstripe jacket, grey vest, the tie that matches. He lays it out on the bed, undoing his buttons one handed as he does.

An entire life, and after life of suits had rendered it as second nature as it could be, even with claws that were sharper than fingers had ever been. His shirt stays in, even as everything else goes. New pants, tuck the shirt in, the vest with its buttons, jacket. He's pulling at his cuffs, and the sit of the jacket to get it to lay straight when she walks in, fixing her earrings.

"Zipper?"

She nods, he heels clinking against the hardwood floors as she spins to face her back to him. He catches the zipper and pulls it up the rest of the way, frowning at the way it snags. No wonder she couldn't get it to go all the way. They might have to replace it soon, or see if the costume people could do anything about it.

She turns back, and eyes him critically. "Your screen, clean it." She fishes her phone out of the purse looped over her elbow. They're making good time, but still not enough to be comfortable with something they had forgotten about until half an hour ago. However much he might have preferred Val's presence, which was honestly a toss up some nights, he can be certain he and Hellaina will get out the door on time; no being fashionably late, or arguing over colours, just straight forward preparedness. It also means it will be more of a networking and actively work sort of one, as compared to the more straightforward date it would otherwise be.

He laughs, and ducks into the ensuite bathroom for the cloth, and the spray that worked best on the screen, running the microfibre across to clear the smudges, and then a little harder over one particularly stubborn one.

He can hear the door open and close, and then she's ducking her head into the bathroom, waving a sparkly silver gift bag. "Em just delivered the gift, and the limo'll be here in five." She would definitely be getting a bonus.

They pull up to the estate right on time, as she loops his arm through his. They look like a united front, and the blue always harkens back to the brand. It helps that, in heels, she's only a foot taller than him, as compared to three without. "Ready?" She asks.

Vox grins. "Showtime,"

#Vox's vest isn't quite right #because dealing with the stripes just #Was Not Working!#making things black is so much easier #than making black things anything else #it's not perfect #but considering I never draw things by hand #and Vox's entire upper torso had to be done by hand #I'm pretty impressed!!!#the OG art from monster prom #that I use for Hellaina had a sort of... chain belt thing #up by her shoulders which I had to get rid of #the necklace is a bit off #but I'm okay with that #I wasn't even gonna do Vox #but I was annoyed that the pictures didn't line up nicely otherwise #I want the record to show that recolouring pinstripes by hand #is a tedious process #it's not the first time I've done it for him #and I doubt it will be the last #why can't he have a preference for block colours?#so if the question is why don't the outfits and the pictures line up perfectly #then it's laziness on my part #*head shots (art)#*personnel file (hc)

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