#billie holiday my beloved

[whisper-my-serenade]

prelude to a kiss

summary: years after their time at welton, neil and todd still live together and neil is just as in love as ever. maybe one of these days his resolve will finally break.

words: 3741

Winter.

Red noses, chapped lips, cracked hands. Scarves, hats, gloves, ten minutes getting ready to be outside for thirty seconds. Waking up to fresh snowfall that you know in a few hours will turn into gray slush because this is New York, what else would it do, but for now the world just looks like it’s been perfectly coated in powdered sugar. The hum of a radiator, always on. A warm mug of tea with too much honey poured in it. Late sunrises. 

So late, in fact, that when Neil wakes up to find the sun casting a hazy orange glow over his bedroom, he panics for a minute. 

Oh, it’s Sunday. No worries. 

Not like he’d have much to do on a weekday, anyways. Done with high school, done with college, script reading for his next show doesn’t start for another two weeks. He lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, letting his thoughts drift. The bed is small, all too similar to the dorm rooms he spent too many years of his life in, but it’s softer and warmer and the sheets are bunched up from too many nights of twisting and turning. The biggest difference is that it’s the only bed in the room. Just one wall separates this room from an identical one with the same twin bed. He and Todd bought them at the same time, back when they were first furnishing the apartment and they realized that buying beds was not exactly an aspect of adulthood they’d been prepared for.

It was the third year of college and both of them agreed that they were sick of living in dorms. Todd had suggested sharing originally, dug up the place, even, but Neil was the one who made the phone call. Soon it was theirs to be filled with books and dishes and shoes and memories. Even when they both graduated and made space on a wall for their shiny new degrees, neither suggested moving out. How could they? It’s home. 

Neil hears Todd stirring from somewhere in the apartment (his bedroom? The kitchen? He can’t quite tell). Todd has always been a late sleeper, but becoming a high school English teacher has forced him to change his habits. Now he stays up late, gets up early, and has a nasty caffeine addiction. Music floats in from the living room. An old Billie Holiday record, of course. It’s one Todd has played many times, so Neil mouths the lyrics to himself even though he can’t really hear them. 

If you hear a song in blue

Like a flower crying for the dew

That was my heart serenading you

My prelude to a kiss

Eventually Neil forces himself out of bed, the winter air hitting him sharply as he throws off his blankets. The bedroom door opens with a creak, and there’s Todd, softly singing to himself as he stirs cream into his coffee. He’s self-conscious about his voice, and he stops singing as soon as he notices Neil poking his head out. 

“Morning,” Todd says quietly, setting his coffee on the counter to grab another mug from the cupboard. Neil picks up the song. Though it's just a simple melody, with nothing fancy, nothing much, you could turn it to a symphony一a Schubert tune with a Gershwin touch.

“Did you see it snowed?” Neil asks as Todd hands him the mug. Their fingers brush for a moment, and it warms Neil more than the steaming drink in his hand. 

“Yeah, traffic’s gonna be a nightmare today.”

Neil shrugs. “Good thing we don’t have anywhere to go, then.” Todd smiles softly, still mindlessly stirring his drink. 

Oh! How my love song gently cries

For the tenderness within your eyes

My love is a prelude that never dies

A prelude to a kiss

✲

Neil’s shown him the scar. It worms across his shoulder and upper back, sometimes branching out like lightning. It’s an ugly, mottled thing that keeps fabric around Neil’s shoulders almost all the time. In fact, besides the doctors, Todd’s the only one who’s seen it. The others know about that night, of course, when everything Neil thought he knew about love was shot down with the crack of a pistol, but secretly he thinks his friends don’t really understand. Todd, who never really knew what love was at all, does. 

Todd always says he wishes he’d been there. Neil says he shouldn’t wish for that. Todd does not need to see any more love gone sour. Later, when they’re in their own rooms and there’s nothing better to do than stare at the ceiling, Neil feels guilty for having shown him. What did he want? Sympathy? For Todd to say he loved him? Clearly neither of them know a damn thing about love, so what’s the point? But the way Todd looked at him, eyes misty but no tears slipping, and the way his fingers ran across it, gentle and reverent and unafraid…maybe people don’t need to see. Maybe they only need to understand.

✲

“You haven’t finished that thing yet?” Neil asks jokingly as he pokes his head into Todd’s room, a bowl of soup in hand. He sets the bowl on Todd’s desk, right next to his typewriter, which has been dutifully clacking all day.

Todd laughs, leaning back in his chair and cracking his knuckles. “Novels don’t happen overnight, Neil.”

Neil leans in the doorway. “Will you let me read it when it is finished?”

Todd shrugs, delicately taking the bowl of soup in his hands. “Maybe.”

“C’mon, I haven’t read a word you’ve written since high school. And don’t give me that look like you don’t think you’re any good一” Neil points an accusatory finger at him. “Because we both know that’s not true.”

Todd rolls his eyes, but a small smile lingers on his face. “You have too read some of it. And besides, the book, it’s- it’s-” Todd starts stumbling over his words. The stutter still acts up when he’s nervous, but it’s been a long time since Neil’s seen it. 

“It’s fine, Todd, really,” Neil says, reaching out a hand to ruffle the other man’s hair. Todd huffs.

“It’s just一some of the stuff in there is really…personal, I guess, and I don’t want you to一”

“Judge you for it?” Neil finishes his sentence as Todd trails off. Todd nods. “Please, Todd, I know too much about you to judge you for anything. Remember that night at that bar in Queens?”

Todd groans. “I really wish you’d forget that.”

Neil laughs and taps the side of his head with a finger as he turns to leave the room. To his surprise, Todd follows him, soup in hand. “Sorry, Toddsie, it’s locked in.”

“Well, if we’re playing the blackmail game, you’re the one in danger.”

Neil’s eyes widen as Todd laughs. The two sit down at their comically small dining table in unison, feet kicking against each other on accident. Soon they’re playing footsie like they did in school, exchanging embarrassing stories and trying very hard not to spill soup everywhere. Todd laughs often, loud and unrestricted, something he only started doing in college. Neil’s eyes linger on his lips, the way they curl with a smile when he calms down, the way his tongue pokes out briefly as he structures his thoughts. Then their eyes meet, and Neil must imagine the slight blush that creeps up his face. They stop joking when the moment passes, but they stay at the table, ankles gently resting against each other.

✲

Neil’s tempted to run after that. Run like every other time his own feelings have made him dizzy and sick, shameful and exhilarated all at once. Run to a place where all this pent-up something can be released without Neil’s own head getting in the way. Not often, mind you, only on nights when Todd’s out of town and there’s something clawing at a hole deep inside his chest, begging him to set it free and try to fill that hole with the first sandy-haired man he runs into. He never gets far, either一never farther than the door to the bar. Any farther and things get too real. He likes his little worlds to be separate. The stage and his apartment. Time with his friends and time with his father. The guys in those dark little corners of the city and Todd. He always comes home shaking, throwing his blankets over his head and begging the throbbing, clawing feeling to go away. It never does. The hole, at least, is filled when Todd is there.

Todd runs sometimes too, but Neil does not know where he goes. Sometimes he thinks the other man just retreats into his own head. Neil’s been there, too.

✲

After lunch, it’s Neil’s turn to pick the music. Todd sits on the couch reading the last few pages of a book while Neil dances around, pretending to do chores. The good thing about a small apartment is it doesn’t need a lot of maintenance, but Neil needs something to do when he’s home alone all day, so he does his best to keep up its appearance anyways. Neil sings loudly despite not having the best voice, and once or twice, he catches Todd singing along in spite of himself. The two have wildly different music tastes, but neither can deny themselves a bit of rhythm and blues. 

You'll never, never know I care

You'll never know the torch I bear

You'll never know it, for I won't show it

Oh, no, you'll never, never know

Neil listens to Todd hum for a minute. Ah, irony. 

Todd finishes his book with a sigh and immediately begins sorting through the precariously stacked volumes on their coffee table for another one. He ends up pulling out Neil’s show script, flipping through it and occasionally stopping to read Neil’s infinite annotations. 

Neil laughs when he sees him reading through it. Todd, his favorite practice partner, had been running through the thing with him for weeks since he got it. “We could work on that, if you want.” Neil’s words seem to spook Todd, who jumps a little but nods eagerly.

Orestes. Neil had been apprehensive about dipping his toes into Greek tragedy, a genre he was wholly unfamiliar with after a lifetime (for that’s what four years of university feels like when you were never living before them) of studying Shakespearean comedy. Todd once mentioned he was fond of the play. Neil pretends his off-hand comment hadn’t affected his decision to join the cast. He finds himself rather enjoying it too, though, all things considered. Maybe there’s a place in his heart for the romance of tragedy after all. Maybe there always was. 

“What scene do you want to work on?” Todd asks, baby blue eyes darting between the pages. 

Neil snatches the paper out of his hands, flipping around until a scene catches his eye. “This one,” he says confidently, giving Todd the script again and settling himself on the floor, preparing his mind to sink into the thoughts of someone who is not himself. 

Todd finds the first line of the scene, and the show begins.

Todd’s not an actor. He wasn’t made to be, Neil can tell from the way he uncomfortably espouses thoughts that are not his own. He was made to read his own words and weave thoughts that feel small and comfortable and domestic, nothing grandiose or dramatic like Neil’s trying to make him do here. Even so, he has a cadence in his voice that plays with the words the way all the best actors do, a way that makes you wonder if there’s always something bubbling beneath the surface. Neil, going scriptless, can do nothing but watch him as Pylades’ words spill from his own mouth. Not terribly out of character, actually. 

"So what should I do?" Todd reads carefully, a more delicate version of Orestes’ uncertainty hanging in his voice.

"Any chance of staying safe here?" Neil asks in response, head craning slightly to ease his friend’s nerves. 

Todd’s voice is small, quiet, afraid. A little too familiar. “No, none.”

Neil poses a question again, in the gentle yet serious way he responds to most of Todd’s mindless worries. "And if you flee?"

Todd surprises him here. He looks up for a moment, the closest thing to a sly grin Neil has ever seen spreading on his face. "Maybe, with luck."

Neil realizes what he’s getting at. This was, after all, not the home they started in. He meets Todd’s smile. "Well, it's better than staying." So much better than staying.

The moment passes, the scene continues as normal, but Neil seems to find Todd’s eyes wandering up to meet his more and more. 

✲

"I must go. Unmanly to die here." Todd says in a somewhat bored drawl, as if simple matters like life and death don’t seem to hold as much weight as they used to. 

Neil一Pylades一agrees, they discuss Orestes’ sister, then something new emerges. 

“These ghastly goddesses—they'll send my wits astray.”

 Todd’s voice breaks on accident, and Neil raises his head to shoot him a joking smile. He knows the next lines, he picked the scene because of it. Because he’d seen this story play out in real life, with the same man, in the same sort of winter where everything seems to begin and end at once. 

"I'll take care of you," Neil says gently.

Todd reads from the script. "It's rotten work."

A teasing no plays in Neil’s head. “Not to me. Not if it's you."

Todd looks up now, and does not look away. There is careful determination on his face. Hope. "Beware the contagion of madness."

“Come now."

Todd gives him the smallest. fondest smile, and Neil’s heart flips in his chest. “You won't shrink back?" he asks, almost teasing. And then they’re seventeen again, running around their crowded little dorm room with stars in their eyes and hundreds of millions of words waiting to spill from their tongues. Todd’s eyes are the blue of a winter sky and yet in the center as dark as a pitch-covered night. There is no night that changes everything. There are a thousand little moments of something that coalesce and bang! a bigger, more meaningful something into existence. Todd is something, so powerful a something that Neil feels like he’s already gone mad with it. Something that gives him everything while knowing Neil’s willing to give everything back. That has seen his darkest moments and has chosen to fight for him anyways. Seventeen or fourty or a hundred and six, Todd will be the same open-sky home for Neil that he always was. Neil’s so taken by the sweeping feeling of love in his chest that he fumbles for the words. 

“Sorry, um一could you say that line again?” he stutters out.

Todd cocks his head slightly with a smirk on his face, sending shivers down Neil’s spine.  “You won't shrink back?” he asks again, voice low and leaning forwards slightly.

“I’m in love with you,” Neil suddenly blurts out.

Todd freezes and squints down at the script. “That’s not the line一”

“But it’s true,” Neil says before he can stop himself.

Todd slowly raises his head, eyes wide, and Neil feels the weight of the world fall on top of him. “Neil, I一”

Neil cuts him off, quickly standing and making to leave. He mutters a quick, “sorry,” before slamming the door in Todd’s face and rushing down the stairs as quickly as he can. His breath feels heavy in his chest, every moment with Todd from their years together flashing in and out of his brain. He barely registers the sharply cold air hitting his face as he opens the door of the building, stepping only a few feet out on the sidewalk before he freezes, unsure of where to go. Light, fluffy snowflakes fall on his eyelashes, clouding his vision, making him feel like a little figurine trapped in a snowglobe. The scar across his shoulders feels like ants crawling up his back. What the hell have I just done? And where could he go? Somewhere where he won't have to explain, where Todd can’t find him, where he won’t have the chance to ruin anything else. That place doesn't exist. The shadows of his mistakes are everywhere.

“Neil!” A voice calls from behind him, and he resists the urge to just take off. “Neil, get inside, please, it’s freezing out here.”

Todd steps in front of him, coat loosely thrown around his frame, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m sorry Todd, just please一don’t. Don’t,” Neil mutters, not able to look at him for more than a second.

“Don’t what?” Todd frowns, an ugly look on a pretty face. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I’m sorry,” Neil says again, staring at his feet. God, it is freezing out here, isn’t it?

“It’s fine, Neil, really,” Todd says in a small voice.

Neil shakes his head, voice crackling with the start of tears. “No, it’s not. I had no right to一and you don’t一”

He’s caught off guard when Todd reaches out and takes one of Neil’s hands in his own, both so cold that Neil can only feel the ghost of touch. “You didn’t hear me out. Just come back inside. Please.”

Todd almost sounds like he’s begging, and when Neil finally looks at him,  the misty haze in his eyes nearly splits Neil’s heart in half. Todd turns to re-enter the building, still gripping Neil’s hand, and Neil allows himself to be led back up the stairs like a toddler. Todd looks back occasionally, as if to reassure himself that Neil is still there. But God, how could he go? The twisted, sick feeling in his gut morphs into something like anticipation as his eyes follow the head of soft, dirty-blonde hair in front of him. There’s nothing else in the world to look at. 

Todd lets go of his hand to open the door, and walks into the apartment with Neil trailing closely behind him. As soon as the door is shut, Todd wheels around and hesitates for a moment before placing a hand on Neil’s neck and kissing him deeply. Neil’s eyes widen for a second before he shuts them tightly and kisses back. What started slow becomes fervent as the cold drains from all the places their bodies press together. 

It only lasts a few seconds before Todd releases slightly, a shaky breath falling between his parted lips. The hand that had been caressing his neck stretches up to cradle his jaw, fingers biting and burning all at once. Neil opens his eyes slowly, helplessly leaning into Todd’s touch.

“Were you scared to say that?” Todd whispers, thumb caressing Neil’s cheek.

Neil lets out a nervous laugh. “Yes. Incredibly.” 

Todd gives a miniscule smile, eyes darting to the floor as a blush creeps up his face. “As if I haven’t been in love with you since I was seventeen.”

Neil feels the wind knocked out of him, quickly raising a hand to rest on the one Todd keeps on his face. “Todd-” 

Todd cuts him off. “If you want it, just say it. Say it, please.” His voice breaks slightly, and he squeezes his eyes shut, as if fearing an impact. 

“I want you. I think I always have.” 

Neil barely gets the words out before Todd kisses him again, gentler this time, his hand floating into Neil’s hair as Neil grasps at his shirt collar. Neil shivers as Todd’s other hand grasps to intertwine itself with Neil’s fingers. Neil raises his free hand to graze Todd’s jaw, short stubble poking the dry pads of his fingers. Todd’s breath hitches and they both freeze. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Neil asks quietly, with Todd’s hands suspended on either side of his neck. 

“Jesus, Neil, yes,” he says in a pitched breath, not so much a moan as a release. 

Neil presses their foreheads together as Todd’s hands slowly work their way down his chest until they rest at his hips. Neil takes a moment to breathe before kissing him again, reveling in the feeling of Todd’s hands tightening their grip on his sides. They slowly wander away from the door, legs tangling as they nearly avoid tripping over the furniture and all the little things in the apartment that make it home. The place had always seemed so small, but now it seems to take years to cross the cold floor until finally, Neil is pulling Todd into his bedroom and those delicate hands are pulling off his shirt and Todd is muttering that he loves him in between heated kisses and winter seems the warmest season of all. 

✲

The next morning, Todd wakes him by gently caressing his face. Neil opens his eyes to see Todd laid next to him in his much-too-small bed, already dressed in a button-down and tie and hair only half-dry. Neil can’t help but smile at the sight of him as the memories come rushing in. 

“I have to go to work,” Todd says in little more than a whisper, thumb still gently grazing his cheekbone. “But if you get up in the next few minutes we can have breakfast.”

Neil smiles wider, sighing and rolling over slightly. “I’ll be up, I promise. Just give me a minute.”

“‘Course.” Todd seems like he’s hesitating, so Neil takes the lead and leans forward to gently kiss Todd’s cheek. Todd quickly turns his head so their lips meet in a single breath. Neil knows they don’t have time, that he should be letting Todd get up and go to work, but he finds that all he can think about is the feeling of waking up with Todd next to him. It’s Todd that breaks him out of it by forcing him to his feet after too short a time. 

Neil picks the music while Todd makes eggs. Ella Fitzgerald. One of their shared favorites. They eat standing up, sides pressed together, both occasionally humming along. 

When you're in my arms

And I feel you so close to me

All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft light to enchant me

If you'll only grant me

The right to hold you ever-so-tight

And to feel in the night

The nearness of you

(I'll get back to writing more soon I promise. oh, and shout out to @saturnewaves for beta reading this!! you're an absolute darling <3)

#dead poets society #dps #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #dps fanfiction #fanfiction #dps fandom #based on a billie holiday song #billie holiday my beloved #still think its kind of a mess but eh

[a-rats-selfship-blog]

listening to your f/os canon music / music that reminds you of your f/o and happy stimming around the house

#Raditz’s Dokkan Battle Active Skill music my beloved #Main theme from 1978 Halloween my beloved #The elevator music in Security Breach my beloved #Main theme from Godzilla my beloved #Crazy He Calls me by Billie Holiday my beloved

[sweetsuenos]

It's really cold so I think it's time to listen to Billie Holiday and have a warm shower

#billie holiday my beloved 💞

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Audrey Hepburn (My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Roman Holiday)—Growing up, Audrey Hepburn desperately wanting to be a professional ballerina, but she was starved during WWII and couldn't pursue her dream due to the effects of malnourishment. After she was cast in Roman Holiday, she skyrocketed to fame, and appeared in classics like My Fair Lady and Breakfast at Tiffany's. She's gorgeous, and mixes humor and class in all of her performances. After the majority of her acting career came to close, she became a UNICEF ambassador.

Jean Seberg (Breathless, Saint Joan)— Some of us watched À bout de souffle as a lil French undergrad and had the trajectory of our lives changed by Jean Seberg. She IS French new wave!! She is the moment!! She sadly had to work with a lot of shitty directors in her career but even so, she has this magnetic energy whenever she’s on screen. In her personal life, she was also very supportive of civil rights causes, and was even targeted/harassed by the FBI for financially supporting the Black Panther Party.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jean Seberg:

anyone who plays Joan of Arc is kind of hot by default tbh

she's gorgeous, she's cool, she has the original blond pixie cut

She donated a lot of her money to civil rights organizations such as the NAACP and the black panther party as well as Native American school groups, as a result of this the fbi ran a smear campaign against her and a surveillance campaign which is thought to have led to her suicide tragically.

idk if this is propaganda but the COINTELPRO and the FBI are widely blamed for her death. If the FBI was after her for supporting the Black Panther Party you know she was good

Audrey Hepburn:

"She may be a wispy, thin little thing, but when you see that girl, you know you're really in the presence of something. In that league there's only ever been Garbo, and the other Hepburn, and maybe Bergman. It's a rare quality, but boy, do you know when you've found it." - Billy Wilder

Raised money for the resistance in nazi occupied Hungary. Became a humanitarian after retiring. Two very sexy things to do!

where to begin......... i wont her so bad. i literally dont know what to say.

My dude. The big doe eyes, the cheekbones, the voice. The flawless way she carried herself. She was never in a movie where she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Oh, also the fact she raised funds against the Nazis doing BALLET and she won the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her humanitarian work.

"It’s as if she dropped out of the sky into the ’50s, half wood-nymph, half princess, and then disappeared in her golden coach, wearing her glass slippers and leaving no footprints." - Molly Haskell

"All I want for Christmas is to make another movie with Audrey Hepburn." - Cary Grant

I know people nowadays are probably sick of seeing her with all the beauty and fashion merch around that depicts her and/or Marilyn Monroe but she is considered a classic Hollywood beauty for a reason. Ironically in her day she was more of the alternative beauty when compared to many of her contemporaries. She always came off with such elegance and grace, and she was so charming. Apparently she was a delight to work with considering how many of her co-stars had wonderful things to say about her. Outside of her beauty and acting ability she was immensely kind. She helped raise funds for the Dutch resistance during WWII by putting on underground dance performances as well as volunteering at hospitals and other small things to help the resistance. During her Hollywood career and later years she worked with UNICEF a lot. Just an all around beautiful person both inside and out.

No one could wear clothes in this era like she could. She was every major designer's favorite star and as such her films are time capsules of high fashion at the time. But beyond that, she had such an elegance in her screen presence that belied a broad range of ability. From a naive princess, to a confused widow, to a loving and mischievous daughter, she could play it all.

Look at that woman's neck. Don't you want to bite it?

#audrey hepburn #jean seberg #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4 #Youtube

[kisses4kaia]

‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON… .ᐟ

synopsis—you visit your hometown for the holidays and the man who’s smile you’ve been missing has been missing you, too.

pairing—highschoolsweetheart!billy x reader

a/n—merry christmas !! happy holidays !! plz enjoy this rushed christmas special with our favorite cowboy. ❤️

—

“NO FUCKING WAY,” are the first words you’re met with as billy wearily opens the door you pounded on just moments ago. his expression, once groggy and obviously sleep-ridden, now wide awake at the sight of you.

“well, are you going to let me in, cowboy, or are you gonna leave me out here in the snow?” you tease, nose a dusty shade of maroon, bitten with the brutal winters cold, and billy cannot believe his eyes.

he picks his jaw up and nods quickly, opening the door wider for you and rendering himself speechless.

he never thought he would see you again, not after you moved to california to pursue your dreams of becoming a writer. he’d reckoned you would’ve been married by now, had children of your own. children you and billy had planned to have two of. a boy and a girl, a quiet life—and save for scarce letter from time to time, he had no idea how or where you were, and frankly, you were on his mind all the time.

“how? when? why?” billy’s eyebrows are furrowed as he watches you shrug off your heavy winters coat from your shoulders and hang it onto the old coat rack.

nothings changed in his house from since when you were an adolescent, save for the tattered couch that was once pushed against the wall now sitting in the middle of the room, facing the kitchen. other than that, the small, yet cozy, cottage felt like a time capsule—your memories from oh, so long ago suddenly feel like a decade hasn’t passed. like if you’d stayed, the world wouldn’t stop spinning, nor would your life end. you pushed the thought away.

instead, you laugh at the questions, because frankly you’d expected a much different reaction from him when you’d returned to the town you loved so much. “well, i got here on a horse,” you began, already cracking a joke. “as for when, i made it in town last night. and… i just felt like it. that suffice for you?” billy noticed your soft southern accent remained, though you had spent so long away from your beloved hometown.

“where are you staying?” yet another question from billy, but you didn’t mind, for, you were just grateful to see him.

“i’m staying at my parents house. you know it’s the funniest thing, i took the long way there… but the road not taken looks real good now. you know, considering the ass-freezing cold,” you jest again and billy finally cracks a smile. “you know i’ve missed you,” he says, and you pout to contain a smile. “yeah, i missed you, too. why do you think i came all this way? to get a cup of sugar?” you quipped again, never taking anything too seriously.

and there it is. that’s exactly what billy loved about you. so light-hearted, so good. even when he did things he deemed unforgivable, you were always there to highlight the brightness in his heart, to be the brightness in his heart. everything was whole with you, and billy can’t help but pull you into a tight, yearning, embrace. you reciprocate the energy and hug him back just as passionately.

and after a cup of hot coffee and catching up on one another’s lives by the burning fireplace, you end up on the floor, head resting back onto billy’s chest, bodies forming a T shape. “there was this girl called alice, and this other one called barbara, but uh… they were no good,” billy says after asking if you indeed had gotten married and had kids, to which your answer was a strong no, reasoning you didn’t have time for it, yet.

you kiss your teeth and chuckle humorlessly at billy’s unwarranted confession. “if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone, i would’ve asked you,” with the sting in your tone, billy could sense he messed up. because of course you wouldn’t want to hear about other women. billy was uneducated, not dense.

“i’m sorry,” he sighs sincerely, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “it’s okay, i mean, it’s only natural you’re gonna meet other women, i’ve been gone a good while.” you nod, allowing a false smile to dance onto your lips, throat pounding as you try mightily to keep tears from pricking at your eyes.

“hey, i want you. i always have, since the day we met. and you’re here now, aren’t you, baby? it’s just us, hm?” the endearing nickname slips, but you don’t correct him. after all, he was the only soul who could tell which smiles you were faking. “i’m only here for the weekend,” you look up at him, eyes honest and big, vulnerable and almost naïve. he smiles down at you, not turned off in the slightest by the very short amount of time he had with you. “well then, i guess we just have to make it count, right?”

you smile and stand, wordlessly making your way over to where, if memory serves you well, his bedroom is. lo and behold, the room is his, you know by the window being in the same place you remember staring out of while billy played with your hair as your ear pressed to his chest. difference is, the once full-sized bed has been replaced with a king—checks out, you’d taken a mental note earlier of how tall he’s gotten.

billy’s entering the room not long after you, and when he comes closer, places his hands on your waist, forehead pressed against yours, lips just a whisker away from one another’s, he asks. “can i… can i kiss you?” and you smile, because even now, when you’re full grown adults, he’s still nervous to even kiss you without audible permission. “please,”

and it’s like fireworks went off when you feel warm, coffee flavored, familiar lips on yours. god, you’d almost forgotten how much you missed kissing him. your hands tangled in his hair as he walked you back onto the bed, laying you down and not daring to pull away from your lips as he unbuttoned your blouse.

your tongue swiped his bottom lip, a beg for entrance, and he so graciously let his mouth to fall open slightly, allowing your tongue to meet with his. hastily, billy rods you of all your garments, before allowing you to help him strip himself. he only disconnected his lips from yours when he kissed down to your jaw, to your neck and to your clavicle, finding your sweet spot on your collarbone.

his hands trail down your abdomen, coming to a stop at your core, fingers drawing fast circles onto your clit, and you can’t help but moan. “fuck, billy, please, please fuck me, i‘ve missed you so much,” he smiles as he presses a kiss to your cheek, before he pushes his middle finger into your tight cunt. he lets out a groan himself at the squeeze. “fuck baby,” he breathes out, before beginning to pump the digit in and out of you, your pussy getting wetter by the second. and when he adds in another finger, curls both of them upwards to press against that one spongy spot inside of you, you come undone almost immediately. “that’s it, attagirl. cum on my fingers all pretty for me, yeah?” and you’re still desperate for billy’s cock even after your orgasm.

“billy, please,” you whine as you watch him lick the arousal off of his fingers, moaning at the taste, and he just coos at you reassuringly. “i know, baby, i know. just wanted to taste you first,” and when he finally pushes his aching cock into your impossibly tight cunt before bottoming out, you moan gutturally, and a breathy “fuck,” leaves billy. he gives you a moment to adjust to his size—necessary due to your long time spent away from his cock—before slowly beginning to move again.

for your sake, he tried to hold back, go at a pace slow enough that won’t leave your legs out of order for a week, but when you’re moaning underneath him so pretty like that? how was he expected to do anything but fuck you into the mattress like the world was ending? “billy, fuck, please, don’t stop—shit! i’m—ngh—i’m gonna cum, billy, holy fuck!” and it’s with a loud, sinful, moan that you squeeze around him incomprehensibly tight, like a fucking vice, billy thinks, and cum around his dick. he’s right behind you, looking down at where your bodies meet and seeing a creamy ring form at the base of his own cock. i did that, he thinks, and with your nails painfully dragging down his back, with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, with just you being in his fucking presence, he pulls out of your pussy and strokes himself a few times, before painting you with warm, white ribbons of his own release.

wordlessly, he presses a kiss to your forehead before he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. he runs a towel under warm water and cleans you up carefully, all before preparing a bath for the pair of you.

and when all is said and done, when the world is quiet and you are wrapped up in an old flannel of his, paired with his boxers, sitting on his bed, billy holds you close, and begins humming a song you aren’t familiar with, but the voice from which the tune flows out of is nothing but intimate, close.

“what’s the real reason you came back?” billy stops his humming, and you can only smile.

“because, billy, it always leads to you in my hometown.”

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[arcielee]

Closing Time

Summary: You and Billy do your best to make time for one another. Paring: Billy Washington x Female!Reader Word Count: 1895 Warnings: Semi-public sex, kissing shenanigans, teasing, oral (f receiving), p in v unprotected. Author's Note: This is in the same universe, just a smutty continuation inspired by the wonderful, the brilliant @helaelaemond. I cannot thank you enough and I hope I did your husband justice. Thank you to my brilliant beta reader Angsti, my beloved. 💜 Dividers by @saradika 💜

Billy could be considered your favorite customer.

There was a bias, of course, since you lived together, though lately your schedules were conflicting. You had made the choice to finish your degree while continuing with your shifts at the coffeehouse, to help with income but also because your boss liked you enough to flex with your academic schedule. Meanwhile, Billy had finished his suspended sentence and had impressed enough to receive a job opportunity to work at a warehouse, though its shifts were a bit grueling with four days on for three days off. 

But it allowed you to find time together with the fourth day becoming something habitual between you two: he would come in to wait around until you were done with closing, and then you would walk home together. Eventually, your boss allowed Billy to remain indoors once the seasons changed, but only after he had insisted on paying for the free flat you had poured him. 

“Such a nice boy,” she tutted along with her permission, though you knew she preferred having a second closer that did not require a separate payroll. 

This night felt different. You were aglow from the moment he dipped through the door frame, his cheeks pink from the growing cold outside. Winter was pressing in and the time shift now tucked the sun away earlier, making the days shorter and encouraging a homebody mentality overall.

Billy was seated with his mug–a holiday treat made by you–and his eyes rapt to you, watching as you escorted the last customers out, locking the door behind them. 

You were well aware of his unwavering stare throughout your shift, now following your movements as you ticked off your closing duties. You were playing into his want, into his desire that swirled and mixed with the black consuming the blue of his eyes. A smile hints at your lips with the sway of your hips, your languid steps that saunter towards a neighboring table, bending over to unduly arrange the holiday decoration. Your lips curl upwards when you hear him finally stand up. 

His chair scrapes against the linoleum floor, the light switch flipping off to cast the coffeehouse in half shadows, half golden glow of the street lights spilling through the windows. His muted steps come up behind you and you feel the press against your backside, his large hands touching your hips and moving to pull you upright, wrapping around until you are flush to his chest. Billy tucks his head into the curve of your neck with a deep inhale, a gentle kiss. 

“We’re closed, sir,” you tease, turning in his embrace to face him. 

He hums in response, his large palms now resting on your hips with a tantalizing squeeze that sends a jolt towards your core. “I’m almost done, Billy,” you continue with your coy tone, “I think I just have this table and then the bartop–” 

He stops you with a kiss. His mouth is warm with the taste of peppermint and chocolate, a drink he only enjoys when you make it for him. Billy steps closer to you, his hands following your curves to cradle your lower back, guiding steps until your backside presses against the solid oak table. 

A sigh accompanies your smile now and his tongue curls into your mouth, moving in tandem with your own in response. It is slow, it is searching, it is swallowing your soft noises that threaten to spill and dragging the air from your lungs. 

You are dizzy when he pulls away. “Billy…” is all you can manage, your voice barely a whisper.

His nose and cheeks are stained crimson, a crooked smile as he looks you over. “I missed you,” is all that he offers before he captures your mouth again. 

Your arms reach to wrap around his neck and he circles your waist, crushing you against his chest. You can feel the heat of his palms following the slope of your back and cupping below your ass, lifting you enough until you are seated on top of the table. 

He kneels in front of you and you peer down to watch his long fingers untie your laces, removing one shoe. You quickly toe off the other. Billy looks up, eyes glittering, shining with his desire. “Look at you,” he breathes, standing up to slot himself between your plush thighs; your breath hitches, your fingers grappling to unbutton your jeans; his fingers dipping into the waistline and peeling them away. “So beautiful.” 

Your felicity that has been thrumming beneath now rises to the surface, a flush of red that spreads from your face to your neck and lower. “Billy,” your tone is soft and you reach to tuck your fingers in the waist of his joggers, pulling him to close the space created between, “I need you, please.” 

His palms cup your face. “So needy,” he murmurs and then kisses you again with a new tensity that curls your freed toes. Billy then pulls away to remove your uniform top over your head, his hand pressing to your chest, “I wanna go slow. Lay back for me, pretty, and raise your arms above your head.”

And you do just as he asks. 

One hand wraps around your wrists, holding them to the table, and then Billy leans forward until his lips are barely flitting across your skin, his hot exhale causing it to rise. He takes his time, nipping and kissing and licking, careful to cherish your soft curves until your blood simmers to the surface, until your writhe and plead beneath him. 

“So beautiful,” he murmurs again, pulling back so his other hand can dip between your thighs. He cups your still clothed cunt and you cry pitifully. His hum is low: “I love the sounds you make,” he admits, his dimples lining his cheeks. 

He finally releases your wrists and your hands move to clamp the edge of the table to brace as you lift your hips, allowing him to finally pull away your underwear. You tilt your chin to your chest, blinking, your eyes wet from your want, watching his smile spread still when he tells you: “I want you to spread your thighs for me.”

They tremble when you do and Billy grabs a chair, pulling up to the table. Your skin pickles when his warm hands press to the insides and push further, dipping his head between. His hold dimples into your skin, pulling you closer to the table edge, his tongue finally tasting you. You mewl tearfully and his moan reverberates your bones beneath, his mouth finally latching to the bloom of nerves above. 

Billy knows you, knows your body. His tongue follows the intricate grooves, a merciless suckle until your pleasure is splintering into your bloodstream and returning with vigor to your core. You gasp from the craftful curl of his finger, coaxing that spot within you that has you seeing stars. 

He feels the flutter of your walls and hums against your cunt, his tongue continuing to pull a pleasure that courses through your veins. It flares to the ends of your nerves until you feel alight, aglow, and you cry out with your release that pulls the air from your lungs and splits you into a thousand pieces, now floating above. 

It is the warmth of his palm that grounds you, guides you, returns you back to your flesh again, aflame and breathless. He is standing now with his hand pressing between your breasts, feeling your heart bruising against, feeling the rise and fall as you slowly catch your breath. 

Your name sounds far away and you look up to Billy. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice low, gravelly. 

You feel dazed, a chill from your post-climax sheen. You also see the swell of him pressing against the crotch of his joggers, his hand dipping to grab the base and pull it above his waistband. There is a genial glide as he sinks into your warm heat, a fill so satisfying that you can still feel the aftershocks of your peak pulsing around his girth.

Billy takes a sharp breath, pausing to compose himself, a red stain on his cheeks with his concentration. “You feel perfect,” he rasps, his hands moving to the outside of your thighs, coming to hold onto your hips. “You’re just…perfect.”   

He moves, his pace brutal but unhurried, and filling you with each thrust. You see flashes of color in the darkness of the shop, your pleasure now white and hot, building and bursting in front of your eyes with each snap of his hips against yours.

“Billy,” you whine, your ankles hooking behind him.

He presses his thumb to your bottom lip and you take it in your mouth, your tongue quick to suckle and coat with your spit. Billy pulls his hand away and presses with intention to a spot he knows so intimately. 

Your back arches with his touch and his other hand grips into the softness of your hips. “I got you,” his voice is low, hoarse, punctuated with how his hips rut against you. “I know, I know. I can feel you,” and he draws a shaky inhale, “and you feel so perfect…” 

You shatter with his words, a tensity that pulls lower, deeper, until it rattles you to the marrow of your bones. Billy follows after you with the hot pulse of his cock buried in your velvet walls, and your cunt clenches with his release, your thighs tightening around his slender waist. 

After a moment, Billy leans forward with golden curls of his sandy locks on his damp brow. He presses a kiss to your hairline and his movement sends another trill of pleasure through you, faint but delicious. His hands grab hold of your thighs and rests them on top of the table where you lay, boneless. 

“I believe you might be one of my favorite customers,” you finally say, pushing to your elbows to watch as he tucks himself back into his joggers.

He chuckles. “I wonder how I can become your favorite?” He bends over to grab your puddle of clothes, coming back to give a chaste kiss on your mouth. “Where did I put your shoes–?” 

You push to sit upright, your fingers clawing into his shirt and pulling him back towards you. Billy looks at you, his brow lifting in amusement, but follows, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist and burrowing your head onto his chest. He wraps his arms around you and presses another kiss to the top of your head.

“Let’s go home, Billy.”

His hands drop to both sides of you and your arms fall away, looking up to meet with his eyes. The blue has returned, still brilliant in the shadows of the shop. “We should probably wipe this table off first.”

And you dress quickly, remembering to count down the till, peering over to watch his lean form hunch over the table, thorough to wipe away the smell of sex that was pungent in the crisp air filling the coffeehouse. 

Outside, your breath is white and dissipates quickly above. You lock the door and then knit your fingers with Billy’s, which he tucks away into the warmth of his coat pocket. You press close, smiling as you begin to walk home. Together. 

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[anjelicawrites]

Cringefail Throuple 💡

Since Michael and Reader had to go back home for Christmas, they rush back to Oxford to celebrate the new year with Billy. Lots of alcohol, silliness, and sex occurs.

Beloved Cringefail Throuple💡 anon, have I told you how much I love your brain?

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

Warnings (kissing, biting, scratching, fingering, threesome, anal, p in v sex, anal fingering, overstimulation, squirting).

It all would have been better if you could have access your respective colleges, alas they're closed until the holidays are over, which forces you and Michael to sneak into Billy's flat to doll yourseves up for New Year's eve. Billy, of course, doesn't know, he thinks you two are celebrating at home, with your families and will be back before the new term starts. This had been the plan, then you and Michael missed your puppy boyfriend too much to wait and your heart hurt too much at the thought of him alone on New Year's Eve as well. And here you are, back to Oxford, ready to have fun, and sex.

When you, finally, emerge from the bathroom, you've gone full goth mode: black make up, corset, fishnet stocking and high heels. Michael stares at you with his mouth hanging, eyes shamelessly on your barely covered cleavage.

"Maybe we should stay in. Wait for Billy here."

He's not drooling, but might as well be. As he stalks towards you, he can feel his cock growing in his pants: maybe you'll help him with that? Lend him a quick hand?

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Gavey. We're here for a reason." You stop his advance with a hand on his chest. "We could have a little head start. It wouldn't be the first time." Michael growls, trying to state his dominance.

Your fingers cupping his growing erection shatter any form of control he's trying to assert over you.

"We're going to go to the pub and wait for midnight there. Then, only then, we'll go home and fuck the first day of the new year away."

Michael's eyes almost cross when the pressure around his cock grows; as dominant as he is, he loves when you take the lead and make him behave, makes it all the sweeter when he punishes you for it.

When you two arrive at the pub, there's already loads of people ready to spend the night, groups of friends singing drunkenly over the muted TV. How you and Michael manage to find a small table is a miracle, so is the fact that said table is in a small nook, so that Billy can't see you, not yet.

You two have to sit very close to one another, pinned as you are between two loud groups of people and Michael can't pass the occasion to trail his hand under your, admittedly, short skirt.

"Don't." You chastise him "What? I don't know where I'm supposed to put my hand. We're a little pressed here." He says with a smirk. "You think you are so smart, are you?" You cross your lags and block his advance. "I am." He uses his trapped hand to slide you and the chair closer to himself. "And you will pay for this."

You feel the heath of his words spreading all over your body: you can't wait.

"Promises, promises." You murmur against his ear.

You yelp when his trapped hand curls cruelly on the meat of your tight, the pitiful sound you've just made drowned by the voices around you.

"You're such a bastard, Gavey." "And you love me all the more for it." Michael has to crane his neck to see the counter. "He's back!"

You can't see Billy from your position, you can imagine he's returned from the storage room and it's your time to shine.

You stand up and adjust your ridiculous short skirt, before you saunter to the counter, where your other boyfriend is; you can feel Michael's eyes on your skin, you burn with his desire. Knowing that he wants and needs you makes you wet, that you can reduce his powerful mind to mush makes you ride the biggest power high of your life.

"Hello gorgeous." You position yourself so that your cleavage is in full view of Billy, who stutters and blushes when he sees it. "Two beers, please?"

You laugh when he doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at your breasts: have you broken him?

The spell you've put him under breaks when the other server tells Billy to get a grip on himself and he blushes even more, his big blue eyes finally traveling to your face.

"Hi handsome." You repeat. "How? Why? Is Michael here as well?" "Yes, baby. He's thirsty and hungry as well, not for food, though."

If self combustion were possible, your poor Billy would have burnt on the spot: you two are back and all his need for you two explodes in his loins, his cock stirring in his jeans.

"We'll be at the table nestled in the corner." You say and wink, swaying your hips as you walk back, beers in hand.

Thankfully there's too much noise and people for Billy's colleague to truly notice your interaction or the fact that he's far too willing to go around the tables to collect the empty glasses and plates and that he takes a bit too much time whenever he disappears where the table in the nook is, only to reemerge dazed, having being kissed senseless by you and Michael every single time.

When midnight approaches, you and Michael manage to grab Billy, so that you three can be together when the clock on the telly strikes twelve. All the people around you are too busy celebrating, to notice the passionate kiss you three share at the far end of the pub.

No one is surprised when you two wait for Billy, at the pub you and Michael are known to be his friends and have accompanied him home countless times, the only difference is that you two are drinking shots with the staff, this time, whilst the pub gets closed for the night.

How you three make it home is a miracle, full as you three are with alcohol, swaying as you walk to Billy's apartment.

"How long are you going to stay?" He manages to ask in between kisses. "Until the term starts." Michael answers, his hand grabbing Billy's arse. "We'll need more condoms, then." It's the answer he receives.

The three of you might be drenched in alcohol, yet your combined libidos aren't affected, the kisses shared on the way home have only turned you three on even more: you're wet and loose already, your boys hard in their trousers.

You feel their hands on your body when the door of the flat closes, Michael's hands on your breasts, his lips on your nape, Billy on his knees, face buried under your skirt. You moan at the double sensation, Billy's mouth on your clothed cunt, Michael's fingers pinching your nipples over the thin shirt you've been wearing under the corset.

You three undress sloppily, hands in the way, teeth biting the skin revealed. You barely manage to get to the bed, clothes left everywhere, you lover's fingers buried in your cunt, your hands jacking their cocks.

You three fall in a heap on the mattress, kissing, biting, licking, hands exploring, you between your lovers, their teeth on your skin, their fingers fucking your hole and pinching your clit until you come with a whine. You find yourself on your back, legs over Billy's arms, his cock pushing into your pulsating cunt, grunts of pleasure at how tight your muscles are clenching around his erection, your whines of overstimulation drowned by his moans of pleasure as Michael's fingers fuck against his prostate, Billy's cock fucking you following the rhythm the other has imposed.

Billy buries himself inside your cunt when Michael's cock head starts entering him.

"You haven't been playing with yourself." You hear Michael grunt.

Billy's answer is a moan of pleasure, his face hidden against the side of your neck.

"It means I have to fuck you open again."

You can feel the short, deep pushes of Michael's cock as he moves Billy's hips to follow his movements, Billy's moans and whines of pleasure as he tries to move, to push back, but he's stopped by Michael's hands on his hips. Under them, you're writhing and begging, your cunt still reeling from the previous orgasm sends shock waves of pain and pleasure, your clit fires under the pressure of Billy's hipbone, your muscles clench almost painfully around his manhood, you lovers's grunts of pleasure are all you hear, until Billy whips his head back and comes with a shout.

He's trembling over you, his cock still hard inside your hole fucks you faster, now that Michael can push freely inside of him. You can only curl around Billy's body, your teeth biting his shoulder savagely as he pistons inside of you and fucks himself on Michael's cock, your body taking the brunt of their lovemaking. Your hips desperately try to move away, the stimulation too much for your poor body, yet your orgasm crests and crests, until you come, nails scratching you lovers' skins.

They keep fucking you and one another, Michael bends himself over Billy, so that you three can kiss messily, his hands now on your hips to keep you still, make you take it like you should. It hurts and drives you wild, your cunt a fist around Billy, your feet kicking at nothing in the vain attempt to escape the pleasure.

"I can't! I can't!"

You scream and beg, but Billy's cock drags against your G-spot again, the pressure of their bodies writhing over yours builds inside your belly, until it snaps and you squirt with a shout, your lovers following you with grunts and whines of pleasure.

You three are a trembling mess of limbs on the bed, of lips seeking skin, of nerves singing. You are not sure of who cleans the mess and covers your body with the duvet, you are just floating, riding the endorphins high, safe in your lovers's arms.

"Happy New Year."

Someone says in your ear, you can only babble something and curl tighter around whichever of your lovers is the closest: happy New Year indeed!

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[swallowprettybird]

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hey! another new episode is here 😀 and if you didn't recognize - the same one on the cover, our Bianca 💃🏾

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As much as Billy wanted to stay, it was time to go back. He couldn't just leave everything behind, especially since he was running out of money every day.

After returning, everything went back to normal. Days slowly became weekdays. Billy was expected to manage a mine, a factory, a farm - duties he hated. No matter how hard Cassidy tried and pretended that everything was fine, things didn't get any better.

But there was no point in denying it, because their farm is far from what it once was. Things got especially bad a few years ago.

A huge hurricane, uncharacteristic of their region, almost wiped the town off the map, but at the same time took their dear mother.

Mr. Holiday Sr. never got over it. He hoped that his children would do what he did not have time to do in his lifetime.

Meanwhile, Billy never asked for it. He never had tender feelings for this house. He was attracted to distant lands, travel, discovery, he was fascinated by history, while the family was looking strictly towards the future.

Nevertheless, his energetic, adventurous, but balanced nature has always played into his hands. He has always been more trusted.

- If you do it! If you do, you can't count on me anymore! Not on me, not on my inheritance, not on anything!! - Holliday Sr. shouted at his daughter

- But father! Why do I need that disgusting man, Mr. Joy? I can take care of our business on my own! I don't need his money. I don't need his love. - Cassidy argued no less loudly and passionately, she was completely worthy of her father.

But she definitely underestimated his words when she thought that her father would not do such things to her. Now it's hell in her chest. Why not me? Why? Her brother, he's so narcissistic, so frivolous, he doesn't deserve this.

- You will not do this.. - Cassidy feels a lump in her throat

- You know very well that I will do

At first, he wanted to just leave, leave everything behind, and leave with his beloved companion.

Bianca quickly got used to her new status but never got used to the new town. Billy forbade her to work on the farm or in a job like her previous one. She spent most of her time in the house, where she quickly got bored. She was ready to go anywhere, especially with Billy.

They were going to go on an expedition into the deep jungle. But suddenly Bianca found out she was pregnant. It changed everything. Billy would never have allowed her to take that risk.

One day he told Cassidy : "I'm selling everything. Bianca and I are moving to Mexico."

Needless to say, young Miss Holliday was beside herself with disappointment?

Of course, the only and obvious advantage of heir status for Billy Holiday was money. And for a new family, for a new home, a new place, for a future child, savings were certainly needed.

- Get over it, Cassidy, Billy said. - Don't you see that it's a futile exercise? If you want, you can come with us.

No. Where will she go? Where she is a stranger, where she means nothing? No This is her home. This is her business. This is her town. She can't lose it, even if she feels completely powerless:

- I'll buy it from you. How much?

She looks dryly at her brother's surprised but smiling face.

- Well, well! I love your passion, sis.

He lights a cigar with a sly squint.

- A million. You have six months.

Time is running out... *laughter*

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[frenchfry99]

Honk! Honk! >:●-)

What's that sound?? The clown's in town!!

This little cat is always up for a party, an adventure or just some pranks and clownery! 🎉

Just look at her! Running to cause some mischief already-

Some info below 🍊

Relationship thingy with her and the other neighbors (template by 🎉 @///cloudysunflowr) , but I don't know if there's any point in that?? Lilly is buddies with everyone! At least she looks forward to be (or looks upward-.. she's just really small..)

(Lilly's design is slightly different on all three pictures there, since the first two are my old doodles of her, but on the last one I finally found the right shapes for her (*°∀°))

🍉 A couple of Lilly facts:

•She has two older siblings which she lives with! The little but fun and cheerful family is beloved by the older neighbors , who help with babysitting Lilly when her siblings are too busy, which happens quite often.

•Nobody is sure of wherever she really came from, but Billy says that he first saw her in the woods that surround the neighborhood!

•She loves to set up surprise (birthday or not) parties for all the neighbors, it's her main "job" in the neighborhood (that she made up herself). Probably owns a little calendar in which she marks all the neighbors birthdays or any kind of holidays Lilly discovers.

•Coming from the previous fact, she really enjoys making gifts for everyone, on occasion or not, so there's no way you'd be left without even a little surprise trinket or other silly things.

• Lilly is a bit less than three watermelons tall.

•Loves to help out her neighbors despite the "oh so busy" clown life. May be not the best at what she'd be helping with,but will put all the efforts and all four paws in it! For example, Lilly likes to bring Frank new little critters to study, even when they're not asking for it-.. uh.. Also really likes to bake sweet treats together with Poppy and so on.

•Lilly sees all neighbors as her family

•Always up for a hug, and usually is quite literally up as other neighbors are taller and have to pick her up lol.

•Just overall a joyous, very energetic and fun little tiger.

•Oh, and trust me, her pranks are harmless and she doesn't intend anything bad, but despite her cute and tiny appearance, remember that this little girl is a wild cat after all!-

(I feel like she'd appear in episodes quite often with all the pranks she does and ruckus she causes haha!)

#Yippiieeee!! #yet my silliest creation... #welcome home #welcome home oc #original character #puppet oc #Lilly Silly #Lilly Silly wh #The Silly siblings wh #clown oc #clowncore #she'd probably honk at you as hello- #just imagine you are peacfully doing your thing and all of sudden- #HONK!HONK! #-right behind you. #after that she'd simply give you the funny rock she found #and then skedaddle away to do her silly clown business

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Hello loves <3, apologies for not posting on here in ages. I have zero motivation for editing/making collages/etc. 😀👍🏻

Didn't do Inktober this year either 😭. Maybe next year *biggestlieieversaid*

Anyway, Happy Halloween to everyone that celebrates it!! 👻🖤🕸️ Feel free to tell us (me and my beloved Star✨) what you done for Halloween! Who did you dress up as? 🖤🎃

I unfortunately didn't get to celebrate this year (again 😭-) because where I live it's not common to celebrate lol. *Sobs in Halloween is literally my fav holiday*

If I could've got to dress up, I'd want to either be Twyla, Spectra, or Elissabat maybe ?? I'm not sure (I'm indecisive af 💀)

Anywayyy, love y'all! Hope you're having a great day/night 🫶🏻. Again, apologies for being IA. I'll try making some Freddy gifs soon ! 💖

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Epilogue

Prologue Part 66

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Well dear readers, this is end. Thank you so much for coming on this ride with me.

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“This was our own kind of fairy tale, and I knew we had finally reached the happily ever after." -  Juliana Haygert

"Morning beloved."

Jax sighed and cracked open one eye to look at the clock, "Good morning darlin. We slept late."

You nodded, "Yes we did, but that's not the end of the world. It's not even a two hours drive."

Jax smiled and cupped your cheek with his warm hand, "We're married."

You smiled, "We are. You wanna go downstairs? I'm sure we have a full house."

Jax nodded, "Why not, we can even stay for a long brunch since you did all out packing three days ago." Jax closed the distance and kissed you and you laid your hand on his cheek as the kiss deepened.

You pulled away after giving him one last peck and ran your thumb over his cheek, "We have plenty of time to do what's on your mind over the next week and a half and we really have to get going so no funny business."

Jax chuckled, "Alright, but the moment we're alone in the house you're all mine."

You kissed his cheek and got up, "Don't be silly Jackson, I'm yours already."

You headed downstairs after you and Jax shared a quick shower, and Jax threw your bags into the car while you fixed him a meal. Everyone was still there, and while they looked tired, they were smiling.

"How did we do with the clean up?" Kozik sounded so smug.

You smiled, "You guys did amazing, it's like we never even had a party."

Billy chuckled, "Don't let them take all the credit, we stayed back and helped even though they lost the bet."

Jax returned and fluffed Abel's hair, "Well, we're grateful regardless of who did the work." He turned to you with a smile, "The car's all packed darlin."

You handed Jax his plate and sighed, "Once we've had something to eat we'll go."

"We could always just give you a month's worth of meed and lock you in your bedroom." Hodgins had been smiling like a schoolgirl since your vows, you guessed because he and Angela talked about what he wrote that fateful day.

Jax smirked and you shook your head, "Don't go looking like that Teller, the soul purpose of that was so the couple made a baby."

Jax laughed, "Don't worry darlin, I would miss our fully booked itinerary for the world."

Sam shook his head, "You created an itinerary for your honeymoon. Ima and I just… We didn't have one."

You held back a smile, "Oh, there's plenty of free time and I'm not going to elaborate."

Sam screwed up his face, "Please don't."

Jax leaned in and buried his face in Abel's hair, "We better get going darlin."

You nodded, "Of course." You walked over to them and Abel reached out for your hand, "Daddy and I will be back soon but you can call us everyday and we'll only be two hours away."

Abel smiled, "I know mummy, I'll miss you."

You took a deep breath, Jax may have been away from him for fourteen months but this was the longest you would be away from him.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, "I'll miss you too sweetie."

****

This was the first time you were happy about being a passenger in your own car, "So the fridge is fully stocked with all our favourites and there's a cabin about a mile away where the Anvil staff come and go, however, there's someone staying at another safehouse in the area so they'll be busy."

Jax's eyes didn't leave the road, "Who's in the safehouse."

You rolled your eyes, "You know I can't tell you that."

Jax smirked, "Come on y/n, we're married, your secrets are my secrets."

You sighed, "It's a senator, he wanted a holiday and that's all I'm going to say."

Jax chuckled, "I can get it out of you."

You shook your head, "Well, you can try. We're almost there and the road is about to get rough so can you pay attention. If you fuck up my car on your first real day as my husband I'm not going to be happy."

Jax took one hand off the wheel and placed it on your upper thigh, "Don't worry about that darlin, I ain't going to let anything happen."

Jax eyes almost popped out of his head when you reached the lakehouse, between the private lake and the beautiful house, he had no idea where to look, "Wow, this place is amazing."

You nodded, "Yep and see that big bay window?" Jax's eyes landed on the circular window that stuck out from the face of the house, "That's the main bedroom."

Jax grinned, "That is amazing." You went to grab a bag but Jax stopped you, "I'll do that darlin, what kind of husband would I be if I let my wife carried heavy bags?"

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "A husband who knows his wife can handle it?"

Jax shook his head, "Nope, I'll get the bags, you open up."

You sighed, "Fine my love, hell, I'll even let you light the fire."

Jax paused his task of getting the bag and pulled you into his arms, "And if your perfect planning is anything to go by, we have a few hours before our restaurant reservation." It was clear by this tone what was on his mind.

You tried to dodge it, "Yeah, well I thought we could have a snack and go for a walk, the forest is so nice right now."

Jax bit his lower lip, "Oh, I could go for a snack."

You shook your head, "What you're thinking of eating has no nutritional benefit."

He ran his thumb down your neck to your shirt and played with the buttons, "Come on darlin, we both know how much you'll enjoy it."

You sighed, "After a snack and a walk."

Jax smirked, "I'll make it worth you while."

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his neck and Jax let out a grunt as your teeth nipped his skin, "You better."

****

The world had narrowed to Jax's mouth on your flesh. He had one arm pressing down your hips and the other wrapped around your leg like a vice to hold you open. You had lost count of the passing minutes and Jax seemed determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from your bones.

You thought about tugging on his hair but had reached the point of resigning to Jax's will long ago. You couldn't even whimper as you crested the peak again, your vision going white as Jax held you tight to him. Jax finally took mercy on you, pulling away from your centre and placing gentle kisses on your thighs as you came down.

Jax made his way up your body, stopping to kiss your skin as he went along. His smile was smug as he took in your heaving chest and sweat damp face, "You good?"

By the look in his eyes, you didn't manage the glare you were trying for, "Am I good? I can't feel my feet. You are such a dick."

Jax chuckled, "Sorry darlin, you were making such pretty noises." You lifted your head off the pillow and pressed your lips to his, tasing yourself on him as Jax's hand cupped your face. You ran a hand down his bare chest but Jax stopped you before you reached his belt, "Don't worry about me y/n, there's plenty of time for that when we get back from dinner."

"But…"

Jax shook his head, "No buts."

You sighed, "Alright, I need a nap, and a shower."

Jax chuckled, "I'm alright with that." He took you in his arms and you rested your head on his chest, "You ever been to this place?"

You nodded, "Once when we were here buying the place, it's nice."

Jax stroked your bare back and buried his nose in your hair, "I can't wait."

****

Jax plucked your coat off the hook and slid it over your shoulders before heading for the door. Jax was just in his flannel so you pointed to his kutte with a quizzical expression, "You're not wearing your kutte?"

Jax shook his head, "I just want to be your husband for the night, it's not like you're wearing your lab coat."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, "That's different. I love you the way you are Jax, the MC and all."

Jax walked over to you and took you into his arms, "I know, but we're honeymooning in a small town with no one around and I want to go to a nice restaurant and just enjoy my night." He held up a hand, "And I know what you're going to say, I don't care about people looking either. I want to spend the next week and a half as just your husband."

You knew there was no point in protesting, "Ok Jax."

You pressed your lips to his and Jax smiled into the kiss, "We better head off darlin."

You and Jax walked arm in arm to the car and you didn't even bother protesting before handing Jax the keys, "Don't get used to it."

He smirked, "Shouldn't a husband drive his wife everywhere?"

You shook your head, "Not in her car."

Jax opened your door for you and pecked your check, "I'll make it up to you later."

The drive to the restaurant was short and peaceful. Jax pulled up to the small parking lot and helped you out of the car before opening the main doors for you. You headed to the host stand and gave your name and they led you to the nicest table by the fire.

Jax looked around with his eyes wide, "This place is super fancy."

You nodded, "It's got two Michelin stars."

Jax reached across the table and grabbed your hand, "I've never eaten at a Michelin star restaurant before."

"Well, do you want me to order for you?" The menu was pretty simple but Jax loved it when you helped him try new things.

He squeezed your hand and, right on cue, the waiter wandered over, "How is your evening?"

You smiled, "Wonderful, thank you for asking."

The waiter gestured to the menu, "Are you ready to order?"

You nodded, "My husband and I will get the chef's choice please, two large dishes and two to share and whatever wine will go with it. And two desserts, please."

The waiter smiled, "Brillant, that's what we always suggest. The food will be out in twenty minutes and I’ll get your wine for you now.”

"I wonder what we'll get." You could see how excited Jax was.

You shrugged, "We'll see but I think it will be good."

Exactly twenty minutes later, the waiter came out with the serving plater piled high, "Sole meunière, escargot, coq au vin and a lentil salad with goat cheese, pared with the Château Margaux 2001 that I brought out earlier. I will bring dessert when you are done with your mains."

Jax blinked and sipped his wine, "What do I try first?"

You shrugged, "Well since we're sharing everything it doesn't matter but I'm trying the Sole meunière first."

Jax raised an eyebrow, "Which is?"

You pointed to the fish, "That one."

****

Jax sat back in his chair and sighed, the Creme Burle and chocolate mouse polished off along with the bubbly dessert wine, "I couldn't eat another thing."

You chuckled, "Thank God, I don't think I could take it."

Jax gave you a look, "On second thoughts."

You shook your head, "Don't you even think about it, I have plans for when we get home and you are not going to spoil them."

Jax smirked, "Then we better get home." His eye wrinkled as you stood up and he pointed to the food, "What about the check?"

You waved your hand, "Already dealt with. I can't say much but Anvil has done a lot for this place so you don't need to worry about it."

Jax blinked, "I'm not going to ask."

You nodded, "That's a good idea." You held out our arm and Jax looped his around it, "Shall we?"

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, "We shall."

The drive home was just as nice as the drive and there and the moment you were out of the car, Jax was kicking off his shoes and racing to the bedroom to light the fire.

You sat on the bed watching as the warm light filled the room with gentle heat and Jax swaggered over to you and stood between your legs, "So these plans of yours, you wanna tell me what they are?"

You smiled and stood up, running your hands down the buttons of his shirt, "Whatever you would like husband?"

You admired Jax's ability to pull himself together because as soon desperation crossed his face, it was gone, "My choice?"

You nodded, "Yep, you're choice."

Jax leaned down and kissed you gently before kissing his way across your cheek to whisper in your ear as his hands pushed your dress off your shoulders and into the floor, "On your stomach, you know how much I love your crow."

****

"How can a small town have so many fancy shops?" Jax pointed to the sign, "Larry's Creamery, best butter on one the west coast, this place has won awards."

You nodded, "Yep. They do everything, including raising the cows."

Jax threw his arm over your shoulder, "When I read make butter and go on the factory tour, I did not think you meant like this."

You smiled, "Oh my love, we're not using the big fancy metal machines. We're going to make our own artesian butter using a Victorian churn."

Jax shook his head and sighed as you reached the rest of the tour group, "Darlin, there's no one under fifty here."

You nodded, "It's a quiet town. Trust me, it's a good way to spend a day."

A woman in a bright red apron came out of the small barn style shop front with a smile on her face and her arms loaded with steal buckets, "Hello everyone, I'm Edith and I'm so happy you could all come today. In a moment, I'm going to hand a bucket and we'll head to the pasture to milk our cows. Show of hands who's done that before."

Your hand shot up and Jax chuckled, "Of course you have."

You bumped him with your elbow, "Behave dear."

The woman continued, "after we've got our fresh milk, we'll take it to our dairy, where we'll make the butter and after that, while the butter getting nice and cold in the iceboxes, we'll go on the factory tour."

You pressed your lips to Jax's chin and took his hand, "Have you ever done this before Teller?"

He shook his head, "Nope but you know how much I love it when you explain things to me." Jax brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "Have I told you that I love you today?"

You nodded, "Yes, three times in fact. I love you too Jackson."

You walked to the pasture hand in hand and arrived at the grassy field. Edith yelled out and pointed to a stack of wooden stools, "Our ladies are well trained and love people, they walked over to where you put the stool."

Jax raced off and came back with two stools in hand and a smile on his face, "How about over there?"

Jax pointed to a flat area where the grass was already eaten, "That looks great my love."

Sure enough, the moment to stool was down a cow wandered over and mooed happily as you reached out, "I'm glad you volunteered Darlin, you're good at that."

You shook your head and stood up, "Swap with me, you're learning how to do this." Jax blinked, "Come on, it's not that hard. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't get you to try new things."

Jax took your seat and you leaned over, wrapping your hand around his to show him how to do it as a grin grew on his face, "This is easy."

You nodded, "As easy as pie."

Jax chuckled, "As easy as butter you mean?"

You pressed your lips to his cheek, "You are a bucket of laughs Teller."

****

The dairy looked like something out of a historical YouTuube video, with its white tile walls and dark wood fixings. After you washed your hands, a man in a candy stripper vest wandered out of a back room and stood in front of everyone with a smile, "Hello everyone, my name's Barry and I'm the head butter maker here at the creamery."

He walked over to a cupboard and threw the doors open, "In here, we have all our different flavours, all at your disposal. Please head over and pick something, or don't, our nothing but salt and cream is one of our best sellers."

Jax pointed towards the shelves, "What are we going to make darlin?"

You looked over the jars, "Well since it's raw milk, they have to salt it so what about, lemon and garlic?"

Jax smiled, "That sounds great darlin."

You headed over to the cupboard and returned a few moments later with the ingredients and waited for the next instructions, "Now way back when, you would have had to scald all your equipment but we do that for you so you're going to take that fancy spoon by the churn and skim the cream off, you'll know when you've got it all because the liquid will run through the spoon and leave nothing."

You handed it to Jax who pecked the tip of your nose, "Thank you darlin."

It didn't take long until all the cream was in the butter churn and you were ready for the next step, "Now this is why this is a group activity because you are going to take turns churning the butter. These are plunder churners so all you need to do is lift the plunger up and down, you can even give it a bit of a twist. Once the butter starts to form, throw the cloth on your table around the top so you don't splash. Don't work to fast, keep a nice steady pace."

Jax watched as you took the plunger and started to churn the cream, "You've done this before too, haven't you?"

You nodded, "Yep, it's fun."

Jax chuckled, "Of course you have. How long is this going to take?"

You thought for a moment, "It's a little chilly so a while. You know, men weren't allowed in dairies way back when, they saying was that 'men only brought dust into a dairy', so you should enjoy it while it lasts."

Jax chuckled, "Really, you wanna tell me more?"

You nodded, "That had to be kept very clean and you couldn't make butter when you were in a bad mood. Also, some kinds of butter are made from fresh milk like ours and some kinds of butter are made from sour milk. This is called a dairy because it's small, the business is called a creamery because that's what they used to call large butter factories."

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder, "Why couldn't you make butter in a bad mood?"

"Because they were worried it would make it taste bad." Jax had that tone in his voice like a little kid ready for school, "Although, I don't know how your nerd kink would make the butter taste."

Jax chuckled, "I guess we're about to find out."

You swapped with Jax halfway through and before you knew it, there was a ball of butter at the bottom of the churn. Once the same had happened to everyone, Barry walked to the top of the classroom again. "Now for the next step, you're going to squeeze and wash your butter. If you want to keep the butter milk, we have little glass bottles there for you."

You handed the ball of butter you had just wrapped in cheesecloth to Jax and pointed to the bowl of ice water on the table, "Put those big strong hands to use and squeeze."

Jax sighed, "Now's who's the one being kinky."

You shook your head, "Teller, if you want this butter to last us it has to have no buttermilk in in. I'm being practical."

Jax gave you a look, "Sure darlin."

Jax watched Barry carefully as he went through the steps on how to clean the butter and then he was handing you the yellow ball so you could flavour it, "Are you sure this is going to taste good darlin?"

You nodded, "Yes I am, would you like to try some?" His eyebrows wrinkled, "Just take a tiny bit."

Jax did as you asked and smiled as it melted over his tongue, "Wow, that's good."

You smiled, "Yes it is. Now I'm going to wrap it all up nice and put it in the fridge with our buttermilk. We can get it after we go look at all the fancy machines."

Jax grinned, "Whatever you want wife."

****

Jax looked around at all the stainless steel and rolled his shoulder, "Why did we have to spend all that time using that old thing when we could have just used that?"

You chuckled, "Well, we've got the couples massage tomorrow, so you won't need to worry about your aching much longer."

Jax smiled softly and wrapped his arm around your waist, "Sam's right, you should be running the country."

You shook your head, "No one wants that, plus do you really want to be the first, first gentleman?"

Jax smirked, "I like the ring of that, we can have church in the oval office."

You raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I would have thought you would have wanted to use the oval office for other things?"

Jax leaned in close and his lips brushed your ear, "That reminds me, I have a fantasy I want to fulfil."

You shook your head, "No, we are not fucking a foot away from where my brother sits."

Jax chuckled, "How did you know I was going to say that and not that I want to call you Madam President?" You gave him a look and he bit his lower lip, "Ok darlin, I'm guilty. You gotta admit you'd enjoy it."

You sighed, "I would, and I may have thought about the same thing myself but that doesn't change the fact that it would be weird."

Jax seemed to concede but you could still see a flicker in his eye, "Oh well, there's always my office and the garage, and T-M's office and the bar."

You put your palm to your face, "You are insufferable." You pointed to the machines the group had just walked to, the tour guide's voice floating in, "Now stop trying to get into my pants, they're about to show us how they wrap the butter."

****

You yawned and settled into the passenger seat, Jax rolling his shoulders before driving off, "I had fun today darlin."

You smiled, "So did I. I was thinking we could go for a dip when we get home? The lake is lovely this time of year."

Jax nodded, "I'd love that, maybe after the dip we can have some fun on the deck?"

You held back a giggle, "Ooo, you want to look at the lake grass under my portable microscope? It's in the trunk."

Jax smirked and leaned over the centre console and took your face in his hands, "We can do that but that's not what I was thinking of."

You tilted your head and kissed him, "I know. We can have some fun on the deck after the swim."

****

Jax groaned and rolled out of bed, "Who knew making butter was so hard."

"I don't think it was the butter making that made you sore Jackson." You wondered if the pattern of the wood of the deck had bruised itself into your flesh.

Jax shrugged, "It was worth it." He threw on his clothes and swaggered over to you before wrapping his hand around your hip and pulling you close, "When do these massage people get here?"

You looked at the clock on the bedside table, "An hour, we have time for breakfast and a walk."

Jax smiled, "I like the sound of that."

****

You held open the door while Jax went to help the masseuses with their tables. Once that was done and all their supplies were set up, they introduced themselves, Klaus and Ryan, both men from Baldur's company.

They left while you and Jax disrobed, going to the kitchen to heat up their oils and over to the softly burning fire to light the burners for the hot rocks. You could feel Jax's eye on you as you got comfortable and he took the towel and placed it over your backside before you had the chance to stretch backwards and do it yourself, "Thank you my love."

Jax smirked, "It's the least I can do darlin." Once Jax had covered himself, Klaus and Ryan returned with their warm oils and hot rocks. The tables were close enough that if you reached out, you could grab Jax's hand but far enough apart that one person could stand between them.

Klaus smiled as your fingers touched Jax's and cleared his throat before tapping your shoulder, "Are you ready to start?"

You nodded, "Yes please." Jax groaned and you twisted your head to see Ryan already rubbing out Jax's sore muscles, "Good my love?"

Jax groaned again, "Amazing."

You sighed as Klaus' warm hands found a knot in your back and began to rub it out, "How long have you go left on your honeymoon?"

You held back a moan when you felt something hot be placed on your lower back, "Is that too hot?"

You shook your head, "No, it's nice."

"What's going on over there darlin?" Jax sounded half asleep.

"There are hot rocks on my back." It felt so nice, the moment you got home, you were going to set up a recurring appointment for you and Jax.

Jax must have been thinking the same thing, "How does this work anyway, do you guys travel all over the place?"

The table shifted as Ryan put his weight on Jax's shoulder, "Yes, we normally work in Oakland but Baldur insisted we come up here for your honeymoon. You are lucky, we are some of his best masseuses, we are normally booked out for weeks."

"If we book your guys now, well there be free spots?" You heard Jax chuckle and your table creaked as Kalus moved to your legs.

Ryan smiled and shot a look at Klaus, "Of course. We will look through our books once we're done here."

Kalus hadn't missed the way Jax looked over at you every time you made a noise, no matter how soft, "You know, we teach classes, maybe you could do this for each other."

"Oh, I would like that very much." Jax would be good at this, he already jumped at the chance any time he could.

"That settles it, when can we start?" Jax sounded so smug.

"Ahhh, I have the best husband ever."

****

Jax sighed and relaxed into the wicker chair, "I still don't know if I have bones."

You chuckled, "You still have bones, don't worry. Anyway, you don't need bones to taste local, home grown and artisanal food."

Jax smirked at you, "Are you going to feed me grapes?"

You huffed, "Only off a toothpick, we are in public my love."

Just before Jax could try and charm his way into more, a woman walked out into the courtyard, followed by people carrying large wooden trays. Jax's eyes went wide as one was placed on your table and you slapped his shoulder lovingly, "How are you always hungry?" The look on Jax's face said it all, "Not like that Teller."

Jax went to pick up a fig and you slapped his hand, "Dude wait, they're going to explain everything and you have to eat it all in order."

Jax shook his head, "It wasn't for me, I know how much you like figs."

You sighed, "I do my love but with food tastings there's a way to eat things so it tastes the best it can, now pay attention."

"Hello all, I'm Mindy and welcome to feeding your lover local food tasting. Today's spread is the best local and seasonal food on offer. You'll see a range of fruit, pickles, meats and cheeses. First, you should try the roasted feta with blackberry honey, it's the one with the toothpick with bee flag."

The smirk on Jax's face grew and he picked the square of cheese off the wood and held it up to your mouth. It was a wonderful mix of creamy, salty and sweet and melted away as you ate it, "Well, what's it like darlin?"

You didn't reply right away, instead, grabbing the second piece and offering it to Jax, "Tell me yourself."

Jax had a similar response, his head nodding unconsciously as he enjoyed the flavour, "That's really good. I wonder what's next."

"Next, you can try the fresh sugar strawberries, which are some of the sweetest in the world." There was no toothpick this time and you could feel the heat coming off Jax.

You went first, the look in Jax's eyes positively lustful, "We're still in public, keep it PG." That was easier said than done as his plump lips opened to bite the fruit, "I can't take you anywhere."

Jax swallowed his bite and leaned in close to whisper in your ear, "You know they sell these at the gift shop, we can always buy them and take them somewhere where this doesn't have to be PG."

You sighed, "You don't think that was my plan? Right now, I want to enjoy the rest of our afternoon."

Jax smiled, "Of course darlin."

****

Jax looked over you fondly as you took in the outside of the old mine, "Darlin, you haven't told me anything, just that we're going to be here all day."

You nodded, "Yes, this is the Carson Sliver mine. This building which used to be the miner's mess, is a museum, across the way is the entrance to the mine shaft which is meant to be hunted and it's a two mile walk from another set of caves which hosts an amazing underground lake."

Jax's eyes went wide, "Wow, that is amazing. Where are we going first?"

You smiled, "Inside the museum, then to the unground lake, then I managed to change dinner at my old OC's holiday cabin to lunch at the restaurant then down into the mine."

Jax's head shook slightly, "So we're going to pair a four mile walk with lunch with your old OC and his wife and spending time in a possibly haunted silver mine? Darlin, I know you live dangerously but don't you think you're asking for trouble?"

You shook your head, "Nope, the walk is lovely. The forest in the area has been rehabbed and it's flat route all the way. Lunch will be quick and the food is nice and there's no such thing as ghosts. We'll be home before bedtime. We can always go back home and lazy around, there's still figs and strawberries in the fridge."

Jax shook his head, "We're standing outside a museum and I can see you vibrating with excitement, we ain't going anywhere but inside."

You smiled and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers with his, "I love you so much."

Jax sighed, "I love you too y/n." He stepped closer to the door and his eyebrows wrinkled, "It's closed?"

You shook your head and knocked, "Not for us it isn't. I got us a private tour."

The door swung open and a man who looked like someone out of the 1920s stepped out, "Hello y/n, you must be Jackson, I'm Melvil and I run the museum here."

Jax smiled slightly, "Hey man, how do you know my wife?"

Melvil grinned, "We met at her lab, her department helped us identify a whole bunch of tools. Y/n speaks very highly of you so I was over the moon when she said she was coming here with you for your honeymoon."

Jax grinned and threw his arm around you, "Is that right darlin?"

You nodded, "Of course it is, I always speak highly of you."

Jax pressed a kiss to your cheek, "How about we head in? I can tell how excited you are."

Melvil gestured through the door, "This way folks." The museum was simple, three medium sized rooms with enough displays to keep you and Jax occupied for an hour or two, "I can even show you stuff in the back, but first," he pointed to the display, "This is one of the main tables the miners eat their food on. Over on the wall we have the range of tools used by the level one miners."

Jax looked over the excitement on your face and leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I love you so much darlin."

You turned your head and pecked his cheek, "I love you too. He's going to show us the level two miner tools next, how fun!"

Jax sighed, "Yes, that is fun."

****

You stepped out of the building two hours later and headed down the trail to the underground lake. The forest path was dotted with benches and water fountains and every now and then you and Jax paused to read the signs about local flora and fauna.

Jax sighed as he read over the sign about the California mule deer, "We have to do this every year and bring Abel, he would enjoy this so much."

You nodded, "Great idea, I think we can pull a week once a year for our anniversary. I do miss him, he could ride on your shoulders."

Jax smiled, "He's so cute." He paused for a moment and took a breath, "You think he's doing alright without us?"

"I think he's doing fine. He's spending all his time with Addie." Addie was all Abel talked about during the nightly video call.

Jax pulled you closer and buried his face in your hair, "He's growing up so fast."

"Come on, we better keep going. Don't you want to be able to read all the signs."

The rest of the walk was very much the same until you walked right through the mouth of the cave, "How far down is this thing?"

You pointed to the metal plate on the wall, "It's a ten minute walk and it's pretty flat all the way, we're not going very deep." Jax raised an eyebrow and you shook your head, "This isn't a porno Jax."

The corner of Jax's lips ticked upwards and he wrapped his hand around your hips as he pulled you to his side, "We better go in, we don't want to miss lunch."

You sighed, "Lead the way, you can't get lost." Jax held you tight as you took the rock path down as it widened into a clearing, "Isn't it amazing?"

Jax didn't know where to look, from the still, dark water to the rough walls of the cave, "It's amazing. I can't believe I didn't know this was here."

You chuckled, "We can go to the edge and see if we can find some cave fish, I saw a few the last time I visited."

Jax grinned, "I'd really like that darlin."

****

The walk back was just as wonderful as the walk there, with Jax's hand in yours as you took in the scenery. Hughes was already sitting at the restaurant with his wife Peta when you arrived.

"Jackson, y/n, it's good to see you again." He smiled and gestured towards his wife, "This is Peta, she's been excited to meet you Jackson."

She stood up and extended a hand, "James and y/n have said great things about you, it's good to finally meet you Jackson."

Jax flashed her a grin, "The pleasure is all mine Ma'am, we wouldn't be here if you didn't get your husband to give me a chance."

"Really Jax? That wasn't necessary." You hoped this wouldn't cause things to take a step back.

James raised a hand, "It's ok y/n, Jax is right. Shall we eat? The menu looks interesting."

"It's a mining themed restaurant, a lot of it is the food they used to eat in the mines. I'd recommend the meat pie." The food was good, all be it a bit heavy.

"What about the beef stew in a bread bowl?" You could tell that Jax had worked up an appetite by the way he was looking at the menu.

"It's very good. You can't go wrong with any of the dishes here." You pointed to the menu, "I'm getting the roast beef sandwich with fries."

Jax chuckled, "Maybe we should order the miner lunch too and take it with us down the miner, you know, to keep the ghosts happy."

You shook your head, "More like keep the cave roaches happy."

****

You nodded, "Yes, I am, there's no such thing as ghosts Jackson."

Jax smirked, "You seem so sure, you wanna make a bet?"

"One that I'm positive I'm going to win. Why not." You had an idea about why Jax was bringing this up, "What do I get when I win?"

"Me." Jax threw his arm over your shoulder as you headed to the elevator and huffed as you strapped the hard hat over his head, "Really darlin? I could have done that myself."

"Nope, if you die in a mysterious mining accident, I'll be the first one they blame, so I got to make sure it's perfect." You put on your own helmet and nodded to the guide who pressed a button to descend the elevator.

Once you got to the mine floor, the door opened and the guide stepped out, "This mine was founded almost two hundred years ago when silver was founded while men dug a water well. We've had six major cave ins, five of which resulted in deaths. There have been many reports of supernatural activity, including voices and the banging of pick axes but we let out visitors decide for themseves."

You sighed and looped your arm around Jax's, "Don't worry husband, I'll protect you from all the ghosts and ghouls."

Jax chuckled, "Sure you will. You ever found a body in a mine?"

You nodded, "Heaps. Have you ever heard of the Siyah nehir cave? It was found under an emerald mine."

Jax's eyes wrinkled, "I have. Sam has a framed photo of it."

"That's because I named it. After we found a whole bunch of bodies in the mine above. I went looking and fell into one of the antechambers." Jax blinked, "It was like a four foot fall, the worst I got was a bruise but I got to name a cave."

He shook his head, "What else don't I know about you?"

You shrugged, "There's probably a lot, like there's a lot I don't know about you but we have our whole lives to learn."

Jax huffed, "I'm an open book y/n, you know everything there is to know."

"No, I don't, it just hasn't come up yet." You could see the wheels turning in his head.

He shook his head, "Nope, nothing."

There was a fork in the path and the guide pointed down one path, "Now I know that y/n has climbing experiences so I'm sure you'll enjoy what comes next. Down the other way is more of the same, we even have some sliver veins you can mine but down that way is a hole that leads somewhere really fun, but you have the drop line in. It's up to you."

You turned to Jax, "I can help you out, it's easy."

Jax smiled, "We'll take the cool one."

The guide smiled and took you down the path before handing you a harness, "It's seven and a half feet to the bottom so if it all goes to hell you'll be fine but we still want to be safe."

You waved your hand, "I'm an hat old at this, I'll get us sorted." You threw on your own harness, then slowly walked Jax through the steps until you were ready to clip in, "Are you ready my love?" He nodded, "Great, all you have to do is hold on and the pullies will do the rest."

Jax smirked, "Sounds good darlin, if you hear me screaming it's just the cave monsters."

You shook your head, "Just get in the hole Teller." You watched as he went down, his headlamp slowly illuminated the space.

He gave you a shout when he hit the bottom and you followed, going much faster and landing with far more grace than he did, "That was so hot."

You slapped his chest, "We are not having sex down here so keep it to yourself." The guide landed a few moments later and she headed towards the wall and flipped a switch as light filled the area. You were on a small balcony section looking over a huge stalagnate cave.

"Wow, this was so worth the wedgy." You got closer to the edge and it only grew more amazing, there was another camber deeper and further away filled with shallowed, still water.

There was a slight echo as you spoke, "So worth it."

The guide was grinning, "They found evidence of human activty in the water over there, we believe it's an ancient ritual site."

You nodded, "We're heard all about that in the museum, by the time it was found, most of the stalactites and stalagmites had met and you could only get it to with robots."

She sighed, "We're hoping one day we can afford the best technology so we can look closer."

You smiled, "I can get that to you, we have it where I work."

Jax's face broke into a grin, "I don't know why you didn't think of that sooner."

You shook your head, "I'll be sure to put your name in the paper." You turned to the guide, "Let's head up and I'll talk to your boss. Get our names on the discovery and let my lab in on it and you can have whatever equipment and funding you want."

Her fists clenched with excitement, "Oh, what wonderful news. This is such wonderful news."

Jax smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek, "You love making people happy, don't you darlin."

You nodded, "We have no way of knowing how long all the artifacts in there will last. One day Abel is going to come here and see our names on the wall and know we helped preserve a piece of history."

****

You and Jax stepped out the office with smiles on your faces, "So I guess we'll be back here in a month?"

You nodded, "Yep, there are bodies lower in that cave and this kind of new discovery trumps casework. I have to say, is going to be good to take a break from all the horror."

Jax pulled you into his arms and took your face in his hands, "Let's get back to the lake house, we have one more night to enjoy before we go back home."

You pressed your lips to his, "I'd like that."

Jax started to kiss you the moment you got in the door, as the glass let in the last of the sunlight.

His lips made their way to your neck and he nibbled the skin before speaking, "You better make the most of out last night here darlin." You slid your shirt off your shoulders and then practically ripped Jax's shirt off and threw it in the corner, "Hey, I liked that shirt."

You giggled, "It's payback for my clothes you've ripped, I'm pretty sure I've replaced half my underpants, since this started."

Jax nipped your skin harder as he worked in your jeans, "Yeah and now we're married so I should probably start on the other half. I'll buy you more."

You sighed, "Jackson, you know how much I love it when you buy me lingerie but it's not exactly practical. You have a thing for straps and lace."

Jax smirked and pecked your lips, "What can I say, I married a dime piece."

"Oh Jackson, you are such a cheese ball." You took his face in your hands and pulled him into a kiss, all loving and slow, "But I love you for it."

He slid one hand from your zipper, around your body and up your back to unclasp your bra, freeing it before brushing the straps off your shoulder and taking your hand, "Let's take this to the bedroom."

You nodded, "I would like that."

He took your hand and walked you upstairs and you grabbed his belt as you settled in the middle of the room. You ran your finger up and down the buckle and Jax tutted, "Must you tease me?"

You nodded, "Oh yes, I must." You smirked and slowly undid his belt while leaning in close and nibbling his jaw, "I love you so much."

Jax moved his hands from your hips back to your belt and pulled it free of the loop before yanking down your jeans and panties in one go. You huffed and did the same to him and Jax let out a groan as the pressure lifted from his cock.

Jax's lips found yours and you walked backwards towards the bed, your knees bending as Jax eased you both down to the mattress. He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you to his chest as he kissed you senseless and you wove your hands into his hair as the kiss grew even deeper.

You dragged yourself up the bed and rested on the pillows, Jax's lips never leaving yours as you settled. You hooked your leg over his hip and flipped over, Jax chuckling as you ground yourself down onto him, "You right there darlin?"

You nodded and ground down harder, "I am." As Jax lifted his hands to place them on your hips, you intercepted him and linked your hands with his, "Can I suck your dick?"

Jax sighed, "You're killing me here."

You bent down and kissed him then pulled back with a smile, "That's not a yes my love."

"Yes, yes you can suck my dick." You held onto Jax's hands as you made your way down his body, stopping to nip his pec along the way. You kissed over his hips and down his happy trail then down his thighs and back up again. You released one of Jax's hands so he could hold your cheek as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Jax grunted as you took him down further and his hips bucked when you used your hand to stroke what your mouth couldn't reach, "Fucking hell that feels good."

You moaned an affirmative and Jax's hand moved to the back of your head to keep you where you were. The praise steamed from his mouth but before you could push him over the edge, he was yanking you up, "I don't want to cum just yet darlin."

You kissed your way back up his body and landed on his lips as Jax mirrored your early roll and flipped on top of you. You shove his chest loving, "Control freak."

"You love it." He pulled your leg over his and slotted himself between your legs to grind his hard cock on your slit.

"I do." Jax ran his hand down your body while dipping his head to kiss you. He shifted so he could shove his hand between your legs and you sighed as his fingers went right for your clit.

"I fucking love how wet you get when you suck my dick." He sounded so smug. His fingers slid down your centre before circling your entrance and slipping inside you as his palm rocked against your clit.

The heat in your pelvis grew as his fingers picked up speed, but before you could get too close to the edge, Jax stopped, "I want to feel you cum around my cock." He pulled his fingers away and sucked them into his mouth with a moan before pulling your leg back over his hip.

Jax slid home slowly, his eyes meeting yours and he bottomed out. He paused and rubbed your nose with his, "My wife."

You titled your head and kissed him as he started to rock his hips, "My husband." You buried your face in his neck as his fingers found your clit and his hips slowly picked up speed.

He pressed his cheek to yours and you threw your other leg other his waist so you could match his pace. You ran your hand up his back all the way around to his cheek and directed his lips back to yours. The kiss was nothing but affection and warmth and Jax swallowed down every one of your moans as he angled his hips to brush your G-spot with each stroke.

"Come on darlin, I can feel how close you are." You whimpered as Jax's teeth nipped your lower lip but he only continued thrusting his hips as his fingers sped up, "I can feel how close you are, be a good girl and let go for me, I'm right behind you."

You were powerless to resist his request and Jax's hips stuttered as you fell over the edge. Your orgasm pushed Jax's into his and he moaned like a dying man as he collapsed on top of you. He took you in his arms as he rolled over and pulled you to his chest, "That was perfect."

You chuckled, "Yes it was and think, we've got another forty years of that."

Jax shot you a look, "Try sixty, if you don't think we'll be one of those weird couples in the nursing home, you got another thing coming."

"Well right now I'm thinking about how we're going home tomorrow." The week and a half away had been wonderful but you couldn't say you didn't miss Charming.

Jax cupped your cheek and pecked you, "It's alright darlin, we'll be back here for your new project."

You sighed, "Yes, we will."

****

It was good to be back in Charming again. You and Jax didn't intent on it, but it was almost dinner by the time you got in the door, Abel rushing up to you with his little arms swinging.

"Mummy, Daddy, I missed you." He hugged you both as tight as he could, and it hit you how much you had missed him, even with the video calls every night.

Despite how wonderful the bed at the lack house was, it was good to be back in your own bed, what was better was the knock on the door between you and Abel's room that came when you were settled, "I'll get it darlin."

When Jax opened the door, Abel was standing there with his blanket in hand, smiling, "Can I sleep with you and mummy tonight?"

Jax smiled, "Of course little man." He picked Abel up and carried him to the bed and Abel climbed between the you. Like always, he laid down facing you and Jax got in next to him before snuggling as close as he could and throwing his arms over both of you.

You reached your arm over Abel after fluffing his hair and a moment of calm settled, there were no more wolves at the door, no more storms on the horizon. Everything was right with the world and you knew it was going to stay that way. , "Goodnight beloved, I love you."

Jax smiled, "Good night darlin, I love you too."

The End

@withmyteeth @camelia35 @watercolorskyy

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[calaisreno]

1895

Prompt: Time

Note: This is a small epilogue to The Traveller. With today's prompt, it was hard to resist visiting these two in the past. If you haven't read that story, all you need to know is that Holmes and Watson are time travellers from the future who have settled in Victorian England.

1895

John comes in from the street, his cheeks ruddy from the cold, his eyes sparkling.

Though the habit of using surnames has by now become automatic, Holmes finds that he still thinks of his flatmate not as Watson, but simply as John. While there are plenty of private moments when they can be more intimate with one another, in the daylight hours, he is Watson.

“Holmes!” Watson shakes the rain out of his coat and hangs it on the hook near the door. “What do you say we dine at Simpsons on the Strand tonight?”

“I can think of better ways to spend the evening, dear boy. It’s raining and chilly, and I would find moving off the sofa quite inconvenient, as I’m monitoring an experiment that must be precisely timed.”

“We must eat, though. And considering what day it is…” He raises his eyebrows. “I thought a little celebration might be in order.”

Holmes smiles, knowing exactly what day it is, but enjoying John’s expression. If he’s honest with himself, he never could have imagined John adapting so well to Victorian England. He sees his man frowning now, thumbs hooked into the small pockets of his waistcoat, the impressive moustache he’s insisted on growing twitching with a little smile he’s trying to conceal. Not a man out of time, as Holmes had feared, a man who would long for cell phones and talk telly and modern medicine, but a man who has immersed himself in this foreign time, becoming a perfect Victorian gentleman. 

“Celebration? New Years is long past, and my birthday as well. I’m not aware of that today is any holiday. It’s simply the twenty-ninth of January. Enlighten me, I pray, dear Watson.”

John chuckles and loosens his tie. “You know what day it is, Sherlock. It’s our anniversary. The day we met. I believe we celebrated with Chinese food.”

“Oh, indeed. But I am quite sure that hasn’t happened yet. 2010, was it?”

John toes off his shoes and sits beside him on the sofa, taking Sherlock’s bare feet into his lap. “One hundred and fifteen years from now. So, Simpsons?”

He pulls John into an embrace. “I had Billy obtain some of those meat pies you like, and there’s a bottle of beer we can split. I’ve been thinking of other ways to celebrate.”

“Hm.” John kisses his jawline. “Do you ever miss it? Do you ever think of going back?”

“Never,” he replies, shivering as John begins nibbling at his neck. “What about you? Are you ever sorry you came with me?”

“Not a bit. I have everything I need right here, in 1895.” He arches an eyebrow. “And if I’m not mistaken, you’ve planned some rather un-gentlemanly celebration for tonight.”

“I have.” For some minutes he allows John to unbutton his shirt and work his way down, kissing all the way. “Maybe we could celebrate first, work up an appetite?”

“Perfect.” 

“Thank you, John.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“I was never a man of my own time, I think. I was always yearning for something, and I didn’t know what. That’s why I became a traveller. And then I found you.”

John hums. “And then we lost one another. But here we are, and have been for years now. I’ve never felt so at home.” 

He takes the beloved face in his hands. “Dear John, I believe I will be at home in any time, as long as you’re there beside me.”

580 words

Thank you @notjustamumj for the prompt!

Tagging: @lisbeth-kk @raina-at @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl @jrow @thegildedbee @peanitbear @mydogwatson @momma2boys @helloliriels @meg-the-second-greatest

#may 2023 prompts #notjustamumj #time #1895 #victorian johnlock #time travel #microfic

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Gena Rowlands (The High Cost of Living, Lonely Are the Brave)— Ok obviously she is the most beautiful woman ever but she’s also one of the greatest actors ever she is such a powerhouse and also her relationship with John Cassavetes is really cute. It hurts to see him live your dream but it’s nice to know she was so loved

Audrey Hepburn (My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Roman Holiday)—Growing up, Audrey Hepburn desperately wanting to be a professional ballerina, but she was starved during WWII and couldn't pursue her dream due to the effects of malnourishment. After she was cast in Roman Holiday, she skyrocketed to fame, and appeared in classics like My Fair Lady and Breakfast at Tiffany's. She's gorgeous, and mixes humor and class in all of her performances. After the majority of her acting career came to close, she became a UNICEF ambassador.

This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Gena Rowlands propaganda:

has your husband made movies about how awesome you are?

Audrey Hepburn propaganda:

"She may be a wispy, thin little thing, but when you see that girl, you know you're really in the presence of something. In that league there's only ever been Garbo, and the other Hepburn, and maybe Bergman. It's a rare quality, but boy, do you know when you've found it." - Billy Wilder

Raised money for the resistance in nazi occupied Hungary. Became a humanitarian after retiring. Two very sexy things to do!

No one could wear clothes in this era like she could. She was every major designer's favorite star and as such her films are time capsules of high fashion at the time. But beyond that, she had such an elegance in her screen presence that belied a broad range of ability. From a naive princess, to a confused widow, to a loving and mischievous daughter, she could play it all.

"It’s as if she dropped out of the sky into the ’50s, half wood-nymph, half princess, and then disappeared in her golden coach, wearing her glass slippers and leaving no footprints." - Molly Haskell

"All I want for Christmas is to make another movie with Audrey Hepburn." - Cary Grant

where to begin......... i wont her so bad. i literally dont know what to say.

I know people nowadays are probably sick of seeing her with all the beauty and fashion merch around that depicts her and/or Marilyn Monroe but she is considered a classic Hollywood beauty for a reason. Ironically in her day she was more of the alternative beauty when compared to many of her contemporaries. She always came off with such elegance and grace, and she was so charming. Apparently she was a delight to work with considering how many of her co-stars had wonderful things to say about her. Outside of her beauty and acting ability she was immensely kind. She helped raise funds for the Dutch resistance during WWII by putting on underground dance performances as well as volunteering at hospitals and other small things to help the resistance. During her Hollywood career and later years she worked with UNICEF a lot. Just an all around beautiful person both inside and out.

Look at that woman's neck. Don't you want to bite it?

My dude. The big doe eyes, the cheekbones, the voice. The flawless way she carried herself. She was never in a movie where she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Oh, also the fact she raised funs against the Nazis doing BALLET and she won the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her humanitarian work.

#audrey hepburn #gena rowlands #hotvintagepoll #ladies 1 #fuck that old woman

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Welcome back ange sorry about the horrors lol

So because Ewan is visiting my beloved Mexico:

Ewanverse characters ft vacation spots

The horrors that you, personally, have caused 😉 thank you! 💕

I am so jealous that he is getting to visit all of the places I want to; first São Paulo, the home of my beloved caipirinha. Now, Mexico, the country that has some of the best food in the world.

This is a fun one!

Abraham - doesn’t go abroad. Has a long weekend in one of the holiday parks in the New Forest; both beaches and woodland to explore, free roaming ponies, and lots of old man pubs to drink ale in.

Aemond - Bergen in Norway. Lots of dark history and mountains to climb. Endless photos of him posing in front of stave churches.

Billy Taylor - a trip to Brighton beach. Visits the fun fair on the pier and brings back a stick of rock.

Billy Washington - goes to Ibiza or Magaluf because it’s where all of his mates tend to go. Eats only English food the entire time he’s there, gets radioactive looking sunburn and wakes up every day with a hangover. Returns home feeling worse than before he left.

Ettore - would probably want to do one of those guided tours of Pripyat to visit the Chernobyl reactor.

Genyen - Thailand, duh.

Michael - Geneva, to learn more about the Hadron Collider. Wears socks and sandals the entire time.

Osferth - enjoys a break in the British countryside. Would enjoy a long weekend in the Peak District or the Cotswolds.

Tom - Prague! Cheap booze and the stag party culture would suit him perfectly.

#asked and answered #lovely moots 💕 #ewan mitchell #ewanverse headcanons #my headcanons

[cleric4vampire]

url music game

Thank you for tagging me, @dolceaspidenera <3

Tagging @dragon--sage, @bhaalsdeepbat, @justabiteofspite, @witch-from-a-block-of-flats (good luck if you decide to this 🤣) and @birb--birb; as always, only if you wish!

Added lyrics because I can't just follow the rules 😂 but I'll try not to do EVERY song (and if I tagged you, don't feel like you have to include the lyrics because it WILL take double the amount of time lol)

C - Calcutta by Sleep Token (sleep token earlier work my beloved. would share lyrics but it's the whole goddamn song. just listen to it)

L - Lilac Wine by Jeff Buckley

Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love / Listen to me, I cannot see clearly / Isn't that she, coming to me?

E - Eight by Sleeping at Last (instant tears)

You were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong / My healing needed more than time

R - Run by Hozier (again. the whole damn song. yall know how I feel about mr hozier)

I - I'll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday

And when the night is new / I'll be looking at the moon / But I'll be seeing you

C - Catherine by PJ Harvey

I envy the road, the ground you tread under / I envy the wind, your hair ridin' over / I envy the pillow your head rests and slumbers / I envy to murderous, I envy your lover

4 - 4:00AM by Taeko Onuki (really didn't think I'd be able to do this one, but what do you know)

V - Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance (I have four songs saved that start with the word Vampire lmao)

A - Atrophy for Lethargy by Wayne Szalinski (aka the song I listen to when I need to feel something 💀 I won't include the lyrics so you can have a ~fresh~ experience if you haven't heard it. reccommended for those who enjoy angst and hurt/hurt lmao)

M - Madeline by Kiki Rockwell

The battlefield is no place for a lady / So no one would expect to see you there / And if you use this trick to your advantage, girl / You'll cut them to their knees as if in prayer

P - Persephone by The Tragic Thrills

Persephone, you screwed me over / Wish I stole you out of nowhere / How'd you get so sweet? / How do you make it look so easy?

I - It Hurts Until It Doesn't by Mothers

You have eyes in every room / But you won't see me / You won't see me

R - Remember by Seinabo Sey feat. Jacob Banks (this song always makes me think of Alistair and then I'm weeping)

Show me a God that I can believe in / Show me some stars beneath this, beneath this ceiling / And I'll remember you / Baby, I'll remember you

E - Exeunt by The Oh Hellos

#it's so funny to arrange these because wow. my music taste is melancholic/depressing/soul-crushing/bittersweet songs apparently #doubly hilarious because I was playing music in my brother's car the other day; I was setting up a queue using the songs he had saved #(first time seeing each other in years - we don't know each other's music taste. so I was choosing songs that I know and like) #and at one point he was like “damn why do you keep playing only the depressing songs” 🙃😂 and I wasn't even aware of it #tag game

[thefallenangelsgang]

FALLOUT 4 HEADCANON MASTERPOST

two and a half years ago (👀) I posted a list of headcanons right around when I started playing around with the ideas in my fallout WIP

I've decided they ( 1 + 2 ) need to be updated and added to especially after Death Shroud gave me so many great ideas/things I want to steal. Added break to save you dash my loves <3

I will keep adding to this lmao

SECTIONS:

Post #1 Revisions

Post #2 Revisions

Death Shroud Stuff I'm Kidnapping

Misc Stuff From Asks, Mods, and My Brain (AKA THE LONGEST SECTION)

From #1 (Link Here)

We are keeping chair bound Murphy

I may or may not be recanting my gangly tall 'n thin Hancock HC. I oscillate wildly between wanting him to be Eldritch God™ tall and "gimme uppies! :3" short. He may end up being both. His height will be whatever is funniest for the bit.

oh yeah Sarah Lyons got merc-ed B)

We are still kicking with Kellogg in Nicky's skull but with the added angsty-ness brought in by Death Shroud. Oh the plot! Oh how it hurts so good! Kellogg wanting to find someway to punish the SoleSu(s) and Nick for picking through his memories? Ugh! Give me it all.

We are cutting Billy and the Fridge. I don't want to deal with the nightmare plot holes it will bring up and Quincy will already have enough BS. Plus the more I think about it the less I like the whole quest and its placement. Fuck! Maybe he'll be referenced in Publick Occurrences? I don't care! We're loosey goosey bay-be!

- 10. can stay. I have no issues with them and nothing funny to add

From #2 (Link Here)

Now I can bring up my beloved Vault-Tec Rep. Him in the Death Shroud? Perfect. Beautiful. Stunning. I no longer have to call him Paul Eiding as a very direct nod to his VO. Our Beloved David Dwecker is married to Sheffield and they have a house in Sanctuary filled with Nuka-Cola memorabilia (for Sheffield) and collectable plates (the kind grandmothers display for our lovely Rep). They have a little sitting area set up in the carport where they hangout, smoke, and dance together to Diamond City Radio. I need this for my mental health okay?

Shaun being Autistic is something I really want to explore. I truly forget who I first saw say this but it is not an original idea by any means. I also think the poor thing would have some level of trauma from everything so exploring that is gonna be fun! (no it will not oh my god I'm going to dredge up all my childhood issues.)

OHHHH CHRISTMAS. YULETIDE. FEAST OF ST. NICHOLAS. I find the "Seth Patrick" bit SO funny in Death Shroud so that is staying but also I feel like the feast of St. Nicholas got jokingly flipped into a celebration of Nick Valentine (Same with Valentine's Day) and people are beginning to forget the correct version. Nick tolerates it with an eye roll and a wry joke about people needing to read their history books but secretly finds the whole thing funny. Ellie has a santa suit for Nick to don during "his" holiday. Also the school children in Diamond City send Nick "Valentines" on valentines day and he displays them on his corkboard.

Music. My god the Johnny Guitar bit had me by the throat during Death Shroud. Expand those music libraries! Before you know it I'm gonna give Travis a rolling ladder attached to bookcases upon bookcases of records and holotapes. I want to hear people complain about how many Andrews Sisters records survived and God why won't Travis stop playing them!

The Flavor of Goodneighbor needs to be so complex. Like a good pasta sauce. I better be so overcome by the layers and smells and textures. Better Goodneighbor and Better Third Rail are really good starts but I'm expanding the shit out of both of them I think. I want to feel like Goodneighbor truly is dangerous to be in. Being able to cross most of the town in one sprint burst isn't cutting it Bethany Esda! Make it truly baffling how Hancock knows so much about the happenings in his town.

- 8. are about the BoS and I stand by them. You will get to meet my Lone Wanderer and learn about the hierarchies a little better. I redesigned the Orders and added one I think? I have to re-sort those notes lmao. Also the piloting thing is like MAJORLY important to me because the frequency of vertibird crashes in game pissed me off to no end.

From Death Shroud (@chadfallout76podcast THANK YOU)

Danse is just... Like That now. I can't wait to explore his character before and after Blind Betrayal especially because he will not be leaving the Brotherhood and he will still be Like That. [spoiler warning ;) for my story lol] I can't wait for the beautiful moments that will be born of it.

I actually kind of love some of the plot points in Death Shroud like the Mob Family wars? Staying 100%. Same with Ma and Boss Lombardo and some of the other families.

As is Charlie but I refuse to let him die. I got very attached to Charlie and his death was so perfect but this time he gets to stay alive dammit.

Magnolia sending Magnolia flowers with her letters? Genius

Vault-Tec Rep (David my beloved) being the saddest, wettest cat of a man imaginable when he's in Goodneighbor? Also fucking genius.

"Fish-lips" Malone being part of the same family as Skinny has me so excited for more mob family bullshit.

Ruffino's and the Black Rose is being transplanted somewhere and maybe might be near the Combat Zone. New den of sin anyone?

Obviously I'm not going to attempt to pull apart the fabric of reality in-canon but my god Death Shroud was fun <3

Some new Misc HCs

Diamond City is bigger and more populated, kind of in the same vein as the Goodneighbor HC. I haven't found a mod layout I like so I might end up redesigning it (Please kill me)

This is an old one from an ask! Hancock will help work the bar at the Third Rail occasionally. He's a notorious show off and his cocktails are mainly just straight liquor but he entertains the hell out of people when he dives over the bar to take orders and bother Whitechapel Charlie. There are major losses on nights he bartends due to the fact he forgets (sometimes purposefully) to take payment. Regulars know to put the cash in the tip jar so Whitechapel can collect it at the end of the night.

Another thing I'm keeping from an ancient ask, Danse wants kids. Badly. And the crushing blow of being sterile really fucks with him for a while. but he eventually comes to terms with it. He's also still touchy (as in he's always touching his partner) per that ask because I think that's cute.

I'm just going through old asks now lmao. Nick and Ellie dance together like the true father-daughter pair they are

I forgot who drew this but I once saw someone pair Sturges and Ellie together and that is the cutest damn thing so it stays.

MacReady got the Lone Wanderer's Grognak magazine as a gift for letting them into Little Lamplight and it's one of his prized possessions.

Macready and the Lone Wanderer's reunion is very cute my dudes.

More general slice of life stuff like fishing on the mainland and boats, more things to do in general, transportation, cool amputees, and other shit listed in this post I reblogged YEARS ago

OH Travis and Scarlett get married <3

Danny Sullivan skips town after taking the fun way down from the mayor's office and travels with some cross country caravans before coming back to work in Diamond City. YES HE LIVES!

Holy fuck i forgot I had this mod but the Institute projects the sky up on their ugly concrete dome because this mod fucks hard

Just the general vibe of raiders employing children and stringing more dead mutilated bodies about. There are mods for that and let me tell you they make the raider camps horrifying. No I will not be linking them. But they are available on Nexus should you want them.

Okay I'm changing the layout of everything apparently: Including but not limited to the Railroad HQ, The Prydwen, Vault 111, etc. Fuck game design I guess lmao. I like XFreakish's Railroad Redone and NordKitten's A Sensible Prydwen Overhaul for in game and basically plan to build off of them.

The asks: Hancock bartending, Danse wanting kids and being into physical affection, Nick and Ellie Dancing + MacReady and the LW's Grognak (same ask)

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