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brairslair · 6 months

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Hey!! I loved your Peter Parker fic!!

I hope you're taking requests, if yes can you please write harry potter x ravenclaw!reader? Where reader is a muggleborn and loves muggle music, she does this thing where she gives all her friends a song which reminds her of them, even multiple to Hermione (who secretly loves it and listens to those on loop) and ron( who tries to act like he doesn't care but secretly feels loved) but she's never given harry a song, despite him being her best friend. But after one of DA meetings they are alone and harry asks her why doesn't she give him a song (fallin' all in you- Shawn Mendez) and she plays it for him a and that it reminds her of him, AND THEY KISS!!

I'm really sorry if it's too specific, please feel free to change anything! THANK YOU SM!! I LOVE YOUR FICS!!❤️❤️✨

definitely not too specific! i love that you gave me so much to work with, so ty anon! i did switch it up a little bit, but i hope it turned out to your liking!

318 Hours 43 Minutes ˗ˏˋ H.J.P ´ˎ˗

“Be my summer in a winter day, love”

harry potter x ravenclaw!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

REQUESTED: yes requests are open! fandoms: marvel, stranger things, harry potter (any era), scream

WARNINGS: fem reader, not proofread, fluff fluff fluff, muggleborn!reader, reader is described as somewhat of a musical prodigy, modern music, mobile phones, and spotify all exist in this timeline, 7th year, kissing, idiots in love, best friends to lover ig, joking mentions of death, lmk if i missed smth!

A/N: i'm sure there are tons of grammatical errors in here but lets pretend we don't see them!

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!

If there was one thing you couldn't live without, it would be music. It was almost impossible to recall a time you had left your dorms without your headphones. Music had just always been a huge part of your life. Growing up, your parents got you into piano lessons, and you were playing Beethoven by the end of the first month. After that, you picked up as many instruments as you could afford, starting with violin, then guitar, the flute, and now the harp. Your parents had to soundproof the house.

Once you got your acceptance into Hogwarts as a witch, your whole world turned upside down. You were sorted into Ravenclaw, which felt very fitting, and were assigned a dormmate, Padme Patil. The two of you clicked immediately and became instant friends. After a few months of hanging out with the Patil sisters, you were introduced to three Gryffindor students in your year; Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. Instantly, you felt some sort of a connection pulling you to them, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

You started hanging out with "The Golden Trio", as you affectionately called them, all the time, and the four of you eventually became a quartet. You had grown especially close with Harry, and the two of you did almost everything together. Well, everything except study.

After one particular study date with Hermione, you were thrilled to learn that she shared the same love for muggle music as you did. The two of you rambled on and on about your favorites, uncharacteristically losing track of your studies.

"The song Rises the Moon reminds me a lot of you!" You mindlessly exclaimed, watching as Hermione's eyes lit up.

The rest was history. You were known to associate songs with the people around you, and you had no shame in telling them. You had given Hermione, Ron, and the Patil sisters a countless number of songs over the years. In fact, you had given them so many, that a few had made playlists to keep track of all of them. Ron was the most hesitant to accept the recommendations, but Hermione told you she had caught him singing along to them in the common room on multiple occasions.

Every once in a while, you would even see another student studying in the library, maybe one you had only said 'Hello' to in passing, and a song would just scream out to you so loudly that you had to leave them a note about it as you left.

It was like your own personal love language, and you loved being able to make people smile, even if they never listened to the song.

The one person close to you whom you had never given a song to, was the infamous Harry Potter, and it was painfully hard for him to ignore. After almost seven years of being best friends, you would think he would have been worthy of at least one song, right?

He watched as you expertly conjured up the Draught of Peace potion the class was supposed to be working on, smacking Ron's hand away when he goes to touch it. Watching you was the only thing that made this class somewhat bearable.

He can't get it out of his head... the fact that you've never given him a song. He's been thinking about it non-stop since you gave that Hufflepuff boy a song in the dining hall a few days ago.

It wasn't news to him that he had been in love with you since 5th year, probably longer than that before he had even realized, but he would sooner die than admit it out loud.

You were the most important person in the world to him, but he was almost positive you didn't feel the same way. He would never be able to forgive himself if he ruined your friendship. So, he just kept his big mouth shut and pretended like there was nothing there.

He thought he was really good at faking it too. He wasn't.

Anyone with eyes could see the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way his smile looked ten times brighter when you were around. It was blatantly obvious he had it bad for you.

What wasn't as obvious was that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you. You may have been much better at hiding it, but anyone close to you could see it clear as day. I mean, it was silly really. The way you were both so stupidly in love and too scared to see it.

Harry snapped to attention as Professor Snape called on him, spitting out to 'straighten his spine and get back to work'. He grumbled something under his breath before following instructions. When he looked back at you, he found your eyes already on him, giggling at the scene he had caused before returning to your schoolwork. He loved hearing your laugh.

As the class ended, Harry gathered his things into his bookbag, slinging it over his shoulder as he straightened his robes. Snape was the first to leave the classroom, followed by a small swarm of students who were anxious to get back to the common rooms for some much-needed free time. Harry looked over to where you and Ron had been sitting, watching you pull out a scrap of parchment with messy little scribbles on it, before sliding it over to the red head.

"I found a new song the other night, and it reminded me so much of you, I just had to write it down before I forgot the title." You smiled, watching Ron look over the writing, thanking you awkwardly as he shoved it into his pocket.

Harry suddenly felt his pockets get lighter.

"I'll be in the library with Hermione tonight. Wants to tutor me for Transfiguration." He said in an annoyed tone, though you knew he was secretly looking forward to it. "You wanna come? Could use all the help I can get."

Harry secretly hoped you would say no.

You packed up all your belongings, making sure not to forget any of your notes, "Yeah, sure! Just have to do a few things first, but I can stop by in a bit." You smiled, the way you always do, as you shoved folders into your bag.

"Alright," Ron nodded, "I'll see you." He said as you waved each other goodbye, Ron heading for the exit. "Oh hey, Harry." He threw out casually as he left the room, calling attention to the boy in the back of the otherwise empty classroom.

You quickly turned around, smiling brightly when you saw him still sitting awkwardly in his seat. "Oh hey, Harry!" You repeated, "You're still here?"

Harry regained common sense then, now realizing he had been staring at you for the past hour, he stood from his seat and walked over to you. "Yeah..." He trailed off dumbly, still in his own thoughts. He head got cloudy as your perfume surrounded him.

He had debated on bringing it up for the past few months, but was to scared of your response. Honestly at this point, he could barely focus on anything BUT asking you about it. He figured that at this point it would be better to just get it over with. Like ripping off a bandaid.

"Hey, uh... Could I ask you something?" His voice cracked.

"Yeah, of course!" You finally slung the bag over your shoulder, giving Harry your full attention. "Ask away."

Your voice sounded sickly sweet, and it somehow made him more nervous. "Alright... Well, uh, I was just wondering-" He felt far too vulnerable to look into your eyes, so instead he looked at your shoulder. He had to clear his throat, "I was wondering why you've never given me a song?" He slurred out, trying to act casual about it while his heart was beating at top speeds.

Your smile immediately dropped, and Harry's stomach fell into his shoes at the sight. Now it was your turn to avoid eye contact, looking down at your feet and chewing on your cheek as you debated a response.

Harry felt like he was about to pass out. His hands grew clammy, and he could hear his heart hammering in his ears. The only times he had ever seen you not smiling were when something really terribly tragic had happened, or when your friends were upset themselves. This had to be a bad sign, right?"

Meanwhile, a million thoughts swirled through your head. You had hoped he hadn't noticed the exclusion, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he brought it up. You felt sick to your stomach. How could you lie your way out of this one? You hated lying, especially to Harry, and you didn't want to hurt him. Could you really risk telling him the truth? What if he freaks out and goes running for the hills and all your years of friendship are ruined?

"You know what, it doesn't matter." Harry brushed off weakly, starting to back away from you, "I don't need to know! It's no big deal, just forget I even said anything-"

"Harry, wait-" you instinctually grabbed his hand, making him freeze. You let go to reach into your bag, Harry cautiously getting closer. His confusion increased when you pulled your phone out, rapidly typing on it to pull something up. When you finally found it, you took a deep breath. Once he saw what you were about to show him, there would be no turning back. Finally, you made yourself turn the phone around so Harry could see the screen.

It was a private playlist titled "For Harold", and the cover photo was a picture that Hermione took of the two of you after a snowball fight last Christmas break. Falling all over each other in laughter, completely covered in snow.

You handed the phone to him, limbs shaking too much to hold it steady. He looked below the title to see the timestamp read 318h 43m.

You felt like your stomach was being tied in knots.

"This is why I've never given you a song." You admitted quietly. His expression was hard to read. Brows furrowed and mouth slightly open in shock. "I just... There were too many that reminded me of you."

Harry still hadn't looked at you or said a word, and you started to feel like you'd bounce right off the floor with how much you were vibrating.

Then he stopped scrolling, staring at the title of one particular song much too long for your liking. Even worse, he pressed play. As soon as the song started, you shrunk down into the desk behind you.

Sunrise, with you on my chest No blinds in the place where I live Daybreak, open your eyes Cause this was only ever meant to be for one night We're changing our minds here Be yours, be mine, dear

You busied yourself by playing with your fingers, looking absolutely anywhere but at Harry.

So close with you on my lips Touch noses, feeling your breath Push your heart and pull away, yeah Be my summer in a winter day, love

You started to feel incredibly antsy, regretting ever showing him the playlist. "We really don't have to listen to the whole thing-"

I can't see one thing wrong Between the both of us Be mine, be mine, yeah Anytime, anytime

You squeezed your eyes shut to try and save yourself from some embarrassment, but when you opened them, you found Harry looking at you with the biggest smile you'd ever seen in your life. Your belly flipped.

You are bringing out a different kind of me There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free Fallin' all in you Fell for men who weren't how they appear, yeah Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free Fallin' all in you

Harry was beaming, putting the phone down on the desk beside him. He slowly made his way closer to you, and no matter how badly you wanted to look away from him, you couldn't.

He was now so close to you that you could feel his breath fan across your lips, and the song faded in the background as your heart pounded. "Is this how you really feel? About me?" He asked as his cheeks turned pink, and you couldn't help but find the silly question endearing.

You nodded your head, deciding that your voice would give out if you tried to speak right now. The eye contact was almost unbearable, and you broke it with a quick glance down to his lips.

The second you did, his lips were immediately on yours, pressing hard into you. You gasped against his lips in shock. You felt like your whole body was on fire.

He pulled away too soon, mumbling a boyish "Sorry about that-", before you chased his lips and pulled them back down to yours, muffling the rest of his apology. This time it lasted.

Your lips felt like they were home against his, moving slow and sweet, like you had all the time in the world. You sighed happily into the kiss, pouring the years of pent-up feelings out for each other. His lips tasted like pumpkin, and butterbeer, and the sweet vanilla chapstick you gave him. It made you giggle a little against his lips.

You melted as he mindlessly cornered you against the desk, his hands gently holding your face like you were made of glass. You wrapped your arms around his neck to ground yourself. His lips curled up into a smile against yours, and you involuntarily matched the expression. It all felt so... right. Like all of the pieces were finally falling into place.

Unfortunately, you both need oxygen, so you were forced to pull away. He rested his forehead against yours, as you share the air between you. You pulled him impossibly closer, nudging his nose with yours, both knowing you felt just as lovesick for each other.

Then your phone dinged. Harry looked down at the message from Ron, reading "Hey, you still coming tonight?"

He picked it up to respond, "Can't, sorry!" before flipping it over carelessly, both of you giggling as he pulled you back for another kiss.

i had so much fun writing thissss ugh this was such a sweet prompt. tysm anon!

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srvbryn · 5 months

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FLOYD. I like you

Pairing: PreBrozone! Floyd X assistant!F!Reader

Warning: cringe, bad grammar, John Dory is ooc maybe 🤔 since it's during PreBrozone

A/n (3.12.23) : IK FLOYD IS 15 DURING BROZONE ERA, THIS IS FOR TEEN ROMANCE PLS

Summary: uhh how do I explain this um - Floyd like you and since you've scored being their assistant and Branch babysitter means he gets to spend more time with you

Floyd experienced a fluttering sensation in his heart every time (Name) walked into the room. She was officially Branch's babysitter as the band's assistant, which gave Floyd more opportunities to spend time with her without realising it.

After a lively rehearsal, Floyd mustered the courage to strike up a conversation with (Name). "Hey, (Name), you know, you're like the melody in the song of my life."

(Name) chuckled, charmed by Floyd's sweet words. "Well, Floyd, you're the one who adds harmony to everyone's day."

Floyd was encouraged by her response and continued to look for ways to talk with her. He even offered her a cup of coffee during a break. "I was thinking you might need a pick-me-up. After all, you're the one who keeps us all in tune."

(Name) accepted the coffee with a grateful smile. "Thanks, Floyd. You always manage to hit the right notes."

As the days passed,

Floyd and (Name) spent more time together.

Whether it was helping her with their schedule or sharing anecdotes about their lives, their bond grew. In the evening, they watched the sunset together, Floyd hesitated before confessing, "You make my heart sing, (Name)."

Her eyes twinkled as she responded, "And you, Floyd, make my heart dance to a beautiful rhythm."

The other members noticed the connection between Floyd and (Name). Bruce, teased Floyd during rehearsal. "Looks like someone's composing a love ballad in real life!"

Clay, chimed in, "Floyd, you've got competition—Branch is stealing her heart one baby step at a time!"

Amidst the playful banter, John Dory, offered Floyd some brotherly advice. "If she's the missing note in your melody, Floyd, don't be afraid to sing your heart out."

Emboldened by his brother's support, Floyd decided to take the next step. After a successful concert, he invited (Name) to a quiet spot backstage. "I've been wanting to tell you, (Name), you're the lyrics to my favorite song."

Floyd reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, carefully wrapped gift. "I wanted to give you something to remember this moment. It's not much, just a token of my appreciation."

Opening the gift, (Name) found a delicate necklace with a tiny music note charm. She looked up at Floyd, her eyes reflecting gratitude. "It's perfect, Floyd. Thank you for adding this beautiful note to my life."

Floyd found himself falling more in love with (Name) each day.

#trolls floyd #branch #john dory #bruce trolls #trolls band together x reader #floyd x reader #clay trolls #trolls x reader #fluff #brozone #trolls

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criminalmindswhore · 7 months

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Mountains

Cute and fluffy little story.

"Em, honey, wake up." You whispered into the early morning light.

Emily's eyelids fluttered open at the sound of your voice, slowly adjusting to the soft light streaming through the window. Rubbing her eyes, she blinked away the remnants of sleep, her gaze focusing on the figure of you standing beside the bed. A mixture of fondness and curiosity filled Emily's expression as she sat up, her voice laced with sleepiness. "What is it, love? Did something happen?" she asked, her concern evident in her voice. Your eyes sparkled with excitement, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "I have a surprise for you, Emily," you replied, your voice filled with anticipation. "Get dressed, and I'll meet you downstairs."

Emily felt a flutter of excitement bloom within her chest at the prospect of a surprise from you. Without hesitation, she quickly got out of bed, her mind now buzzing with a mix of curiosity and eagerness. She dressed swiftly, choosing an outfit that she knew you would appreciate. As she made her way downstairs, Emily's heart raced in anticipation, wondering what you had planned for them. She found you waiting in the living room, a glimmer of excitement dancing in your eyes.

You took Emily's hand in your own, leading her outside and towards your waiting car. Opening the door, you motioned for Emily to get in, your smile growing wider. Emily's eyes widened with surprise and delight as she realized you two were embarking on an adventure together. The sense of adventure and spontaneity filled her with a sense of joy, knowing that whatever awaited them, it would be a memory you two would cherish.

"Where are we going, Y/n?" Emily asked, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Your grin grew wider, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. "It's a surprise, my love," you replied, your voice laced with playful mystery. "But trust me, you're going to love it."

With a mix of trust and sleepiness, Emily settled into the car, her heart brimming with anticipation for the surprises that lay ahead.

"Okay so, it's a bit of a drive but I know you're going to love it. There are your favorite snacks in the bag at your feet and a blanket in the back. Oh, and I downloaded your favorite songs to listen to." You looked at Emily and watched her eyes light up. Her heart swelled with warmth, grateful for your attention to detail and the effort you had put into making this experience special.

Taking a peek at the bag by her feet, Emily saw her favorite snacks waiting for her. She couldn't help but smile at your consideration, knowing that every detail had been carefully chosen to bring her joy.

The mention of her favorite songs brought an added layer of excitement to the adventure. Music had always been a significant part of Emily's life, and the fact that you had taken the time to curate a playlist filled her with a deep appreciation for your connection.

"Thank you, Y/n/n," Emily said, her voice touched with gratitude. "You truly know how to make every moment special. I'm excited for the drive, the snacks, and especially the songs. I can't wait to share this day with you."

As you embarked on the drive, Emily settled into the seat, feeling the comforting presence of you beside her. The familiar tunes filled the car, creating a soundtrack to your shared experience. She reached for the snacks, savoring each bite as you two traveled along, the passing landscape heightening her sense of adventure and wonder.

With each passing mile, Emily found herself falling deeper in love with you, appreciating the thought and effort you had put into making this day special. As you traveled, your laughter and conversations filled the air, creating memories that would endure far beyond the road you traveled.

And in that moment, Emily felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude to have found someone so caring and attentive, someone who knew her so deeply.

"Okay, we're here," you said as you pulled into a gravel parking lot on top of a mountain. Emily gazed out of the car window, her eyes widening with awe and wonder as she took in the breathtaking view before her. The sight of the vast mountain range stretched out beneath them, bathed in the warm glow of the rising sun, left her speechless.

She turned to you, her eyes shining with gratitude and excitement. "Y/n, this is incredible," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "I can't believe you brought me here. It's absolutely stunning."

You smiled, your gaze filled with adoration as you reached out to take Emily's hand. "I knew this place would hold a special meaning for you," you said softly. "I wanted to share this beautiful vista with you, to create a memory that we can hold onto forever."

As you two stepped out of the car and onto the gravelly ground, Emily took a moment to absorb the serenity of your surroundings. The crisp mountain air filled her lungs as she stood at the edge of the overlook, the vast expanse of nature before her filling her heart with a sense of tranquility.

You wrapped an arm around Emily's waist, pulling her into a gentle embrace. Together, you two stood there, silently taking in the beauty of the world around them. The colors of the sunrise painted the sky, casting a warm glow over the mountains and valleys that stretched into the distance.

Emily felt a profound sense of peace envelop her, a deep connection to nature and to you. In this moment, you two were suspended in time, cocooned in a world all your own, where nothing else mattered but the love and adventure you two shared.

With a soft sigh, Emily leaned into your embrace, her voice filled with tenderness. "Thank you, Y/n," she whispered. "Thank you for giving me this incredible experience, for knowing me so well, and for taking me to places that touch my soul. I'm so grateful to have you as a part of my life."

You pressed a loving kiss to Emily's temple, your voice filled with emotion. "Emily, you deserve every bit of beauty and joy that this world has to offer," you said. "I'm honored to be able to share these moments with you and to create memories that will last a lifetime."

Emily leaned in close to your lips and whispered, "I love you." Your eyes widened, neither of you had said that before. "You do?" She giggled at you, "Yes Y/n, I love you. No one has ever seen past my dark colors and wine-drinking to see how much I love nature." You beamed and crashed your lips onto hers. You pulled away just long enough to whisper, "I love you too Emily Prentiss." She pulled you impossibly closer. "I wanna take our picture." You scrambled to set your phone up on the car, making sure to capture the mountains.

A soft smile graced Emily's lips as you suggested taking a picture together. The idea warmed her heart, knowing that this moment, captured in a photograph, would serve as a tangible reminder of the love and happiness you two shared.

She leaned against you, feeling the comforting warmth of your bodies pressed together. Looking into your eyes, Emily felt a profound sense of love and gratitude for the person standing beside her. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a connection that ran deep and true.

Emily instinctively tilted her head towards you, her cheek brushing against your lips as you placed a tender kiss on her cheek. In that simple gesture, tons of love and affection were conveyed, words unnecessary in expressing the depth of your devotion.

With the camera poised to capture the moment, Emily wrapped her arm around your waist, holding her close. Your bodies molded together, creating a harmonious space of love and unity. It was in your embrace that Emily felt safe, cherished, and truly herself.

The timer counted down, the final seconds ticking away before the shutter released, capturing the essence of your connection. The sound echoed through the serenity of the mountains, a fleeting moment forever etched in digital form.

As Emily heard the click of the camera, she felt a surge of happiness and contentment wash over her. It was a photograph that encompassed the love, trust, and joy you two held for one another—a snapshot of a life filled with love and adventure.

"Thank you, Y/n," Emily whispered, her voice brimming with affection. "For this moment, for capturing our love in this picture. It's a treasure I will hold close to my heart."

You smiled brightly, your eyes glowing with love. "You are my treasure, Emily," you whispered back, your voice filled with adoration. "Every moment spent with you is a gift. I'm grateful for our love and the memories we get to create together."

Hand in hand, you two gazed out at the majestic mountains, your hearts connected and your souls entwined in an unbreakable bond. In that moment, you knew that your love would continue to grow and flourish, painting a lifetime of shared moments and cherished memories.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader #this is so gay #emily pretniss fluff

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visvivathms · 10 months

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VISVIVA PRESENTS: GRANITE a simplistic, elegant free theme

hello everybody! I'm so excited to finally get this out to the tags after working on it for so long! This is my first theme and I'm a self taught coder, so I'm very proud and thrilled to share it with you all! I know how much we all love elegance in the writing community and wanted to bring in a theme that you can customize to your own elegant preferences without ANY coding knowledge. I would like to thank @seyche for their base code and @glenthemes for their music player! and for being all around amazing coders of whom I both am inspired by and admire! All of that being said, I present to you my very first theme of many:

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hoodharlow · 1 year

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Any Given Sunday

AN: this for my bisexy people, I love y'all and you're all valid 💗💜💙

Requested? No

Warnings: trashnitta, biphobia showm through threesome jokes, brief mentions of grooming and Jack being corny and singing T-Pain

Word Count: 2.9k words

One thing about Miriam is that she loved a good mirror selfie to send to Jack to get him 'bricked up' as he put it. She was in the dressing room of a strip club and she was trying on several bodysuits and catsuits. She was filming a music video with Kehlani for their song 'any given sunday'. Miriam was going to play their love interest who was a stripper.

She was excited, 'any given sunday' was her favorite off Kehlani's album. She listened to it with Jack on facetime. Though the one thing she was nervous about was the dancing part. Thankfully Tinashe was choreographing for them and reassured Miriam that she would be fine. She was right for the most part. The dances she taught her were tangible. Miriam learnt them fairly quickly. All she needed was to figure out what outfits to wear with what scenes. So she sent pictures to Jack for a second opinion.

She hadn't seen him since earlier that week when he stopped by her new place after he did his meet and greet. After that their schedules didn't sync up because of their filming schedules. Then Jack flew to New York to perform at a sweet sixteen that Miriam later found out was for Fat Joe's daughter. And today they were supposed to meet in Las Vegas because Jack was performing at the BBMAs but Kehlani dmed Miriam if she was interested in being in her music video. She accepted without any hesitation.

Jack knew Miriam had the hugest crush on Kehlani since she heard 'Get Away' and that their music really helped her with accepting herself and her sexuality. Their music was there for her when she went through a dark patch in her life. It was a no-brainer that she was gonna choose them over him.

Miriam zoomed in on her nipple poking out of the mesh jumpsuit and snapped a picture. She sent it to Jack and before she saw that he saw her message he was facetiming her. She propped her phone against her makeup bag and leaned against the top of the vanity, answering him.

"You're a fucking pain in the ass, Miriam." He said. He was leaning against the headboard of his suite bed.

"What did I do?" She asked innocently.

"'What did I do?'" He mimicked her in a high pitched valley girl accent. "You know damn well what you were doing when you sent me your tit."

"It wasn't even my full chichi, just my nipple." She giggled.

Jack flipped the camera showing Miriam the tent in his basketball ball shorts. "Look at what you did."

"Tomorrow I'll make up for it, but for now I need your expert opinion." She said, sitting back on the chair.

Jack flipped the camera and gave her an inquisitive look. "What's up?" He asked.

"I kinda need help picking what to wear for the music video. Since Kehlani is directing it, she's giving me creative freedom with the outfits, but like I don't want to disappoint them, you know." She explained.

"How do I play into this?" He scratched his beard.

"You've been to your fair share of strip clubs while I haven't. I tried watching Hustlers for research but JLo was annoying me." She said.

"Wait, you bi ass hasn't been to a strip club?" He asked her.

"No," she shook her head.

"When we're not busy, I'm taking you to my favorite one in Atlanta. They have the best wings." He said doing a chef's kiss.

"Not you using wings as a way to convince me to go to a strip club with you." She giggled.

"I know my girl." He shrugged.

With that Miriam showed him all the options the wardrobe stylist brought her. She modeled all of them for him. She did some of the dance moves Tinashe showed her. Jack stayed silent while she tried everything, taking mental pictures of her so he could relieve himself after they ended their call. In the end, they picked three sets since she was having three different scenes in the strip club.

"Any final thoughts?" Miriam asked him, changing into a short silk robe.

"I'm in love with a stripper." Jack began to sing, making Miriam fold over laughing. He continued singing the chorus. "She poppin, she rollin, she rollin. She climbin that pole and I'm in love with a stripper. She trippin, she playin, she playin. I'm not goin nowhere girl, I'm stayin, I'm in love with a stripper. She poppin–"

"I'm hanging up." She cut him off.

"Good, that means I can beat my meat." He said.

"You swear like I haven't seen your dick."

"I'm shy, Miriam."

Jack was annoyed and it was getting harder for him to hide it. He was finishing up the red carpet. The whole time the interviewers way too personal questions, completely dismissing the fact that he already explicitly said that he's in a relationship. Fortunately he was on his last one before he could go back to his dressing room and wait until it was time for him to go on stage.

"Here we have Jack Harlow!" The interviewer said. Without skipping a beat she went on, "We had Anitta on here earlier and she was telling us how you guys were hugging at New Years."

"Uh," Jack furrowed his eyebrows.

"She said, how you were the first person she hugged this year." She told him in a tone talking down to him as if he was slow.

"Probably," he shrugged. "I was working at Miley's New Years event. A lot of people were there."

The interviewer pursed her lips, evidently not liking that response. "She was telling me how she's down to be your third since your girlfriend is bi. Isn't that funny?"

"How is my girlfriend’s sexuality funny?" He asked the interviewer calmly.

"Well it's not…it's funny that…" she trailed off. She looked down at her cue card. "That's all the questions I have for now."

"Thank you." Jack said, walking off.

He took some more pictures then went back to his dressing room.

"That was so rude of you, Jack." Neelam scolded him when she caught up to him.

"I'm the rude one? She was talking shit about Miriam." He retorted.

"It was a joke!" She exclaimed.

"Tell me the fucking punchline? I must be a fucking idiot because I didn't get the 'joke'." He yelled back. Jack turned to Chris. "The jet is still on standby right?"

"I'll make the arrangements. " his other manager nodded, knowing he wanted to leave right after he performed.

"Thank you." He said.

Jack went into the changing area and traded his suit for what he was going to wear to perform. He stayed there collecting his thoughts. Urban sent him the video of Anitta and the interviewer that made those comments. They both laughed at Miriam, talking about how it would be easy to share Jack because she's bi.

Jack couldn't stomach the rest of the interview. He exited from the video and scrolled through some comments. Some were rightfully calling them out, others were arguing claiming that it a joke and a few were confused because they didn't know Miriam was bi and accused her of queerbaiting. All that just made him more upset. He texted Miriam that he was flying in tonight. She replied soon after telling him that she just got home and that she couldn't wait to show him all the moves Tinashe taught her.

They texted back and forth until it was time for him to perform with Diddy and Bryson Tiller. After that he changed out of his performance outfit to a black hoodie and sweatpants. With that he and his team were on their way back to the hotel to get their things.

Jack cursed seeing that Neelam was talking to Anitta. There was a camera crew ready to take pictures of them. He took a picture with her and kept walking until he heard her joke that her turn with him because Miriam was in LA.

"Can you not talk about Miriam like that?" Jack told Anitta. "I let a lot of shit slide but one thing you're not going to do is talk shit about my partner. Miriam hasn't done shit to you and yet you're talking down to her and treating her sexuality like it's some kink and not part of her identity. It's fucked up. I would appreciate it if you stopped and left us alone."

He waited a bit for her to apologize or at least defend herself, but she didn't. The singer muttered something in Portuguese and walked away. Jack turned on his heel and caught up to Urban.

Two hours later, his Uber pulled up to Miriam’s house. She bought (she put the down payment and her parents covered the rest) it early in the year. She hadn't fully moved in until she started filming her movie because she had most of the house remodeled. There were some things left to do to make her house really her home, but she wasn't in a rush to have it done.

Her house was smaller than her parents house but it was bigger than her place in San Francisco. Her house was a few streets from where Calum and Claudia lived, and she lived about twenty minutes from her parents. Jack was there when she told her parents she planned on moving out. They had been caught going at it in the back seat of her G-Wagon. He lost all color in his freckles when she explained to her parents that she needed her own place to have sex with him because she was tired of having sex in a car.

"Hey!" She said running to his arms before Daisy could.

He buried his face into her neck and hugged her tighter. He grabbed her face and kissed her. "I need you."

"Give me a sec, so I can change into a set I just bought," She said.

"Not like that, I just wanna hold you." He mumbled.

Miriam pulled away and they made their way to their bedroom. She took off her baggy lounge pants, staying in its matching oversized button down top and her plain panties, and settled under the blankets. Jack followed suit and took everything off but his boxer-briefs. He waited for Miriam to settle in first then he joined her. He unbuttoned her top and laid on her chest.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked him, gently scratching his beard.

"Later, I just want to lay like this for a bit." He mumbled.

He gave her a tight squeeze, nuzzling against her. Miriam played with his hair for a few minutes, until he fell asleep. She reached for her phone and texted Urban, asking him why Jack was acting so off. He sent her Anitta's interview. She opened the drawer on her nightstand and grabbed her headphones, connecting them to her phone.

She stopped watching when Anitta started talking about she's also bisexual and therefore does a lot of threesomes and that it was okay for her to speak on Miriam. She watched the other videos Urban sent, one with Jack getting interviewed by the same interviewer that was in Anitta's interview and one of Jack talking to Anitta.

She was stunned. She didn't expect Jack to answer the interviewer like that. He usually went along with them and joked, but he was curt and acted confused when the woman brought her up. Then with Anitta he flat out defended her and asked the singer to leave alone.

Miriam exited the videos and pulled up her notes app, writing:

It's fucking 2022. People need to learn to mind their business and stop making comments about relationships that they're not a part of. It's weird, invasive and quite frankly just disrespectful. What my partner and I do or don't do is between us. It's not for your entertainment. Larissa, what do you gain about talking about a guy, who has explicitly told you that he's not interested in you, and his girlfriend. Don't you have something better to talk about? I'm pretty sure you have an album coming out soon? Focus your energy on that and not on my boyfriend and me.

While I'm here, just because you also identify as bisexual doesn't give you the right to dictate how I express myself nor does it allow you to fetishize my relationship, reducing it to jokes about threesomes. Bisexuality is a wide spectrum for people who are attracted to more than one gender. There's no correct way for someone to be bi. There's no list that they need to check off in order to be bisexual. It's harmful to think that way and enforce it onto people, especially for younger people learning about themselves and their sexuality. Believe me, I learned that the hard way. All in all, just mind your business and learn to shut the fuck up when you're supposed to <3

-M :)

Miriam read over what she wrote and took a screenshot of it. She posted the screenshot both to her Instagram and Twitter with 💗💜💙 as the caption. She muted her notifications and played Candy Crush. Not long after Jack stirred awake.

He sat up and stretched, twisting so his back could crack.

"Urban sent me the video of Anitta wanting to be our third." Miriam said, hugging her knees.

"I was going to tell you. I was just overwhelmed by it." Jack rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. He looked at her defeatedly. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing, Jack?" She asked him.

"I don't know," he said truthfully. "Maybe I could have– should have defended you better…"

"What you said was more than enough…I know I don't tell you enough, but I really appreciate you. I feel so safe around you. You never pressure me or make me feel like what I do isn't enough." Miriam wiped a few tears from her face. She looked at him and asked, "You know how I've joked about accidentally breaking up my professor's marriage?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Well that's because we dated when she was married to her wife– in my defense I didn't know she was married until my grandma and I ran into them at a store." She added, seeing the incredulous look hebhad. "But, um…yeah. I was in her human sexuality class my first semester at Berkeley. I was one of the few queer students in the class and she immediately took interest in me. She took me under her wing because she was also bi and wanted to show me the ropes on 'how to be bi'", she finger quoted, "then I turned eighteen and it shifted to where she was fixed on making sure I was being bisexual enough. It was like she was living vicariously through me…I'm not sure how our relationship started. But it escalated quickly and it took over my life. I put off my school work, labs, projects…everything to be with her and to prove that I'm enough. The semester ended and she blew me off, eventually breaking up with me. I later found out she moved on to another student."

"How did you break up their marriage?" Jack asked, fully invested in the story.

"Oh so I told my 'uela Tere what happened between us, in vague details of course, and she told me that I was groomed by my professor, she was in her 30s at the time and I was seventeen when I met her, and I have to report her. So I did. She tried to make it seem like I made it up and that was trying to get back at her. But a bunch of other students spoke up and it became a thing in the local news. Her wife found out and reached out to me since I was the first to come forward. And I told her what went down and she was disgusted with her and I'm assuming she filed for divorce or something because my professor showed up to my place drunk one night, yelling that I ruined her life. She tried to break in but Beto was here to prevent it. I got a five year restraining order…which reminds me, I have to renew it. All this to say that you're amazing and I love you for many reasons. One of them being that you're accepting of me and don't question or judge me for my sexuality."

"That was a lot to hear." Jack said when Miriam finished. He reached for her and pulled her to him. "I know that must have been a lot to share and I admire you for it. You didn't have to tell me any of that and it means a lot that you trusted me enough with it. I'm sorry you had to go through that. You should be able to be yourself and not have to prove yourself to anyone. You are enough. I love you because you're you, Miriam."

"I love you too." She said, burying her face into his chest. Jack wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Miriam murmured into his chest. "I kinda made a statement."

"About?" He asked, curiously.

"The interviews." She handed him her phone so he could read.

He read the post then passed her phone back. "Who's Larissa?" He asked.

"Anitta, this was a government name situation." She answered.

"This whole time I thought that was her name." He hummed, pensively. "Also I'm pretty sure her album came out last month…yeah because she Urb to her party."

"That proves my point, she should have focused on promoting her music and not talking about us."

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rabbitenn · 6 months

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I loved the hcs for what it'd take for Tenn to fall for someone!! Could I request the same prompt for one of Re:vale or both? ^^

RE: FALLING.

Like a midnight sun coming out of nowhere, he finds his heart magnetized by your every action.

ft. Momo, Yuki x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello, lovely anon! Thank you so much for your request and for enjoying the Tenn headcanons with this prompt enough to ask for more <3 it makes me very happy! I hope you like these too, my apologies it took me so long to work on it…

♡ MOMO

— For Momo to fall for someone, I believe they’d have to be a determined person, with a certain degree of confidence in themselves as well.

— He would admire a partner with those attributes. Momo is someone who fights for his dreams. We see this in the way he never gave up on Yuki and begged for him to keep singing every single day.

— So, a s/o who is bent on doing everything in their hands and giving their 110% for their passion would be a good match for Momo.

— Despite the cheerfulness following him everywhere, Re: vale’s idol is someone very observant and kind. So, a lover who is introverted and doesn’t really express their emotions or troubles right away could be a very good match for him.

— Momo would take on the challenge to break through your walls; of course, without ever making you uncomfortable or overstepping any boundaries, he is very considerate.

— In turn, I believe a more reserved partner would feel at ease around Momo’s bubbliness, helping them open up more. His bright and peppy demeanor is surprisingly gentle and nurturing towards those he holds most dear, like demure rays of an autumn’s afternoon sun.

— Momo mentions his ideal type of lover himself: someone he can laugh and share his joys with.

— Taking that into account, loving and with a sense of humor to some degree would be favorable qualities for him to fall for you.

— Kisses that end in laughter when your noses brush together, his cute little fangs visible as your eyes can’t help but regard him in a rose colored dazed.

— Chuckles leaving your lips when he does something silly or fawns over you (or Yuki), cheeks tinting in the peachy hues of pink sunset skies.

— Moments like these, when a melody of shared joy seems to surround you, are his favorite. A song he could forever dance to.

— Momo would be attracted to someone collected and reassuring, able to stay calm under pressure.

— He gets nervous during solos, and even if he smiles through it, he’s afraid to hold his groupmate back, as he sometimes doesn’t feel good enough to stand next to Yuki.

— That is why someone who can comfort him in these trying moments, letting him know how amazing he is and showing him his worth, would be perfect for him.

— Hold his hands in yours, squeezing them softly. The warmth of your trust in him will give Momo the courage to believe in himself as well. Your touch is the lighthouse that guides his doubting soul into tranquil waters; the sunrise putting an end to a dark night of hesitation.

♡ YUKI

— For you and Yuki to get along, I think you’d have to be a patient and persevering partner.

— He is not one to open up easily, nor is he very adamant or adept at expressing his emotions. Someone who keeps trying, not to the point of overwhelming him, of course, has more options to get to know his true self.

— He is pretty serious, despite his more savage side. If you ask me, I’d love to see him with a sunshine-like partner (I mean, he gets along super well with Momo and he fits that request, so…).

— It’s adorable, to see his cool and composed facade splitting into smiles and blushy cheeks when you do something cute or are affectionate with him.

— Yuki would be happiest with a s/o who can be appreciative of music and the arts.

— He pours his soul into the songs he writes, no matter if people don’t like him, Yuki just wants everyone to love his work.

— That is why it would mean so much to him if you cherish music and songwriting as much as he does.

— You and Momo would always be the first to hear Yuki’s new songs. He also bases some of them on you; you are his muse and his biggest inspiration to create new melodies.

— He also likes watching the dramas and films he stars in, since he enjoys learning from the way he is edited in them. So, if you are into acting or cinema too, that would create the perfect opportunity for compelling and stimulating conversations about the topic.

— Someone easy going and friendly would help the idol socialize and interact more too. Yuki is very cool, even intimidating sometimes to his juniors (he’s just teasing them, but you get it). Thus, if you’re able to balance out his distant demeanor, chances are you’re highly compatible with him.

— A little of a bold streak would also go very well with Yuki. He has his daring moments, so if his partner were to match them, it would make for quite the witty banter between you two.

— Being open minded and emotionally flexible are traits that Yuki would value a lot from you.

— He’s totally a free spirit, he likes doing what he pleases or feels like at a given moment. So, if you can go with his flow and adapt to his preferences, the probability of you and him clicking is higher.

— Also, someone trustworthy would attract Re: vale’s handsome idol attention as well.

— It is quite obvious Yuki is not one to trust or rely on others easily.

— Show him your loyalty, be there for him in the moments he needs it but doesn’t say so. Please, prove to him you love him for him, not only for his pretty face and heartstopping fan service.

— You’ll get to see the warm aurora borealis in his usually icy stare the moment he gives his heart to you. And let me tell you, oh it is worth it.

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Sunshine, nice to meet you²

Pairing: bisexual! JJ Maybank x bisexual! female! reader because I'm bi and I said so

Summary: You stole JJ's snack for the night, and he's not happy about it

Genre(s): Smut

Warnings: mentions of weed and alcohol, implied smut (fxf), explicit sex, switch! reader, switch! JJ Maybank, fingering.

A/N: Thank you sm @severa-kane for the help, everyone thank her bc this wouldn't exist without her, love you babes.

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Part one on the masterlist!

𓆉︎𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𓆉︎

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The glitch of surprise that suddenly your face presented was new, you were used to saying reckless shit all the time without a second thought or a glimpse of regret, however, you were now both in unknown territory. Perhaps a few sexual innuendos were shared between the two of you a couple of times, but you were always companioned by the other pogues, never in such intimacy or silence despite the music blasting from outside. Your eyes locked with one another; you took a sharp breath and closed your sight which served as a confirmation of a moment of vulnerability, you almost choked on your second hit when you heard the door lock and before you had a chance to protest, he snatched the weed off your fingers.

"What if I do?" Through all the snarkiness and confidence that was now transpiring through his body, his voice managed to betray him with a hint of hesitancy before inhaling the burnt plant.

You gulped, —Better death than a fucking coward— your dad used to say that fucking little phrase all the goddamn time, so much so that he ended up in a wheelchair, but a hero nonetheless, and just like him, those simple words felt right this second like the death of you, "Sure you wanna play the teasing game, Barbie? You won't keep up," you whispered almost campily.

"Words aren't the only thing that I'm good at 'Sunshine'," he grabbed your jaw gently before joining your lips and exhaling in your mouth the dense smoke.

A nerve you had never in your life felt snapped from the bottom of your lip all the way down to your belly while you inhaled rather shyly, an action that could cost you the certitude of your stern glance.

What was it about JJ Maybank that just now, he was the cause of your entire body betraying your very being? Every second of every minute, of every hour, of every day that you’ve spent completely uninterested in him, was now as useless as the effort you were putting into building up the tension. But if you had to, if you really had to, if you were gonna fuck JJ Maybank at the chateau’s bathroom, the least it could be was as fucking earth-shattering as your brain had presented it to you for a while, a really funny contrast to what hanging out with him in a more normal scenario felt like.

If you had to put it in words, JJ Maybank felt like being trapped in a black room filled with neon lights and your favorite songs of all times blasting in your ears, like your favorite breakfast being served to perfection with the strongest and sweetest cup of coffee on the side, like a stormy beach with the most beautiful sunset, like a warm shower at 3 am in the middle of a party; chaotic, comfortable, mesmerizing; you were used to finding comfort in chaos, comfort in who you were, comfort in this specific word that couldn't describe you better.

Perhaps what made this situation appealing was finally seeing the two of you in a different light, desperate, needy, yet still proud enough to contain your impulses, even when you separated, you held back, not out of fear, but out of pure, raw enjoyment that obviously helped to pent up as much anticipation as you could.

"That wasn't too bad now, was it?" you tucked his hair behind his ear, "You still managed to taste what she left on me,"

"Where else is she?" he almost groaned.

"Why don't you figure it out, baby?"

"You would like that wouldn't you?"

"Me?" you asked innocently, "Projecting isn't a good look on you JJ, we both know you've wanted this since before Kiara and I broke up,"

"You've been taunting me for months, you've also wanted this,"

"Maybe, the difference is I haven't done a shit job at hiding it, because I wasn't even trying," you confessed, "Truth is I've been dreaming about it, constantly, I'm surprised you've never noticed considering how loud I sound in my mind," you guessed by his dilated pupils that you've won control, "So, speak now, or forever hold your pea-"

He cut off the distance so brutally you had no choice but to moan in response, out pleasurable pain, the same sensation you were quick to reciprocate by tugging on his hair rather harshly, so much so that he really groaned this time, he proceeded with this mellifluous reaction down your throat without forgetting to ever so slightly press his fingertips on the naked mushy muscles he could reach. You practically ripped his already damaged shirt off, feeling plastic flying out of your almost ancient button-up.

By the time he reached the knot on your bikini he got patient, still wanting to make a full show out of the whole situation, delicately separating the cloth from your breasts and dropping it possibly in the shower. He bent down just enough to have you at the top of his vision. His ragged skin brushed everything in between where he began and his goal. Out of nothing but pure spite, he got knuckle-deep in you without a warning or even so much as a look.

“Fuck,” you murmured holding on to the edge of the stone.

Satisfied with your response he did it again, capturing your lips on his, as you moaned on to him, he started to fuck you with his fingers whilst slightly crooking them to tease your spot. His other hand sneaked behind your neck pulling you closer, he wanted more of you, he wanted all of you, something in his mind could only beg for more, he wanted everything, having power over you, allowing himself to feel powerless, anything he could get to fulfill his pleasure right now and for as long as he could hold on to you desiring him as well.

You gathered all strength you could to start undoing his pants like you had all the time in the world.

“Wasting no time I see, good girl,” he nodded in approval, he only paused for a split second to taunt you more.

You paused at his underwear, just sightly bothering the edge but two could play that game, as if faking lack of skill, he clumsily let his tips dance around your tied bikini pieces, he eventually undid them but not before you lowly whined out of desperation.

“Jesus Christ, ‘Sunshine’, all of this for me? No wonder your mom’s an artist, you’re her ultimate masterpiece,”

You didn't answer, instead hazily wondered why it took you so long to not be such a prideful asshole and get properly fucked by JJ Maybank.

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank obx #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader

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mikufigure · 6 months

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i intended to write this as a comment on this https://archiveofourown.org/works/42448821/chapters/110444814?view_adult=true fan fiction (nsfw), but comments are disabled. i’m a fairly private person in regards to erotic content, i don’t like sharing what i enjoy outside of very limited circumstances, but i feel i need to set that aside for a moment in order to praise this. this is one of my favorite fanworks of all time.

let’s set some background so i can formulate my thoughts and also give a proper info. i rarely read fan fiction, only occasionally indulging whenever visual art can’t scratch the itch of enjoying media. guilty gear is a franchise that i, excuse my wording, feel guilty for enjoying due to my lack of participation in the actual fighting game side of it. i’ve been about actively into it for ten months, but i first started looking into it because of bridget’s depiction in strive, as she was transgender, and openly accepted as such by her franchise.

putting the rest under the readmore since this got long

after listening to her theme song a few times i ended up hearing other songs as they came on autoplay, and loved them. passively listened to just the music for a few months before plunging into what the series actually was. i am not good at fighting games. i’ve tried a few, played a few rounds against friends, but ultimately did not stick with them for very long. the way i enjoyed guilty gear was by listening to music, learning about the story, and enjoying fanworks.

as much as i like to pretend that i don’t, i do have an anxiety disorder, and the general culture of media led me to developing the mindset of becoming a ‘poser’ for not actually playing the games. there was a reputation of fans that got into the series because of bridget never playing the game and being looked down on because of that, and i did not want to fall in that crowd. with this factors, i was reserved in my emotional investment for quite some time.

what ended up drawing me out of this shell was meeting people who enjoyed the series, and seeing them enjoying it without hesitation. there was no breakthrough moment of “oh wow! i can just enjoy things without worrying about opinions!”, but rather a gradual build up of confidence in seeing the happiness of others.

do you wanna know the fun part of this? the people i’ve met got into it for various reason, still play the game, and enjoy the franchise as much as me. the only other uniting feature between us is that we’ve all been transgender. guilty gear has cultivated a safe community for transgender people solely through their addition of characters like bridget and testament. don’t think i’ve forgotten about testament, i’ve just only been addressing bridget due to her widespread impact.

i think i’m ready to actually talk about that fanfiction i linked forever ago. go read it if you haven’t, or at least read between the first and second line break. the part that got me wanting to write all of this was two specific paragraphs:

She doesn’t know what to tell this gothic nonbinary transfemme to keep them safe. Maybe spit out some stupid platitudes. Shit advice like, don’t ever write poetry. Don’t ever write song lyrics. Don’t ever write your heart and your trauma and your hope into trans erotic fanfiction; don't do it, it's not worth it.

this first one made my heart ache. it made me realize why comments were disabled, why the work was posted anonymously. i had already decided i needed to write something in response to it by then, as a sort of “tribute” to whoever might have written this.

And in response, I-No brushes her guitar’s strings, enough to summon her magic. Transformative magic, the kind that you’d archive online in the hopes that another trans reader would find resonance between the lines.

i’ve found such an intense resonance with this. it’s hard to convey with words the emotion that this makes me feel. i’m grateful to have found this fan fiction, to have found this community, for a game like guilty gear to exist which could foster a community for transgender people. i’m grateful for transgender erotica and expression as a love letter to the source material and for personal indulgence. i don’t think i can make a much more compelling closer than that, just simple adoration for transgenderism and love.

#t #guilty gear

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Dear Miss Madisyn May,

I don't know if I totally understand how Gala's work, and when I don't understand something I usually hesitate and lurk around, but I've been following your's and worked up the nerve to send you a message. I first found Pink Scarf on A03, and it is something I go back and reread when I want cheering up or inspiration. Like so many I was immediately captivated by your writing and I love your newest fic Broken Glass and also the epilogues/one-shots/shorts you've written. I'm relatively new to active fandom, I have been a lurker for the last few years reading here and there, I feel like I came to fic late in life (32-33ish) and only just started writing it last fall. It has become one of my favorite pastimes and I wish I had found it sooner, but oh well.

I was wondering if you would be willing to share your own process for how you map out where your stories will go and how you work out plots, or find inspiration and work through writer's block, and/or honestly any advice you'd give someone starting out writing fic.

cheers,

norah

A little black-tie a little black-tie E and Frank ready for your Gala...

Dear Lil’ Miss Darlin’ Norah,

Firstly, I’m sorry this took me a million trillion years to respond to!! This is the sweetest and loveliest, and thank you for coming by to share and ask such a great question!! 💜 I, too, came to fic late(ish) and was also most definitely a lurker, so I can very much relate.

Oooh, boy, my writing process is a bit of a mess, honestly. I wish I could say that I was a super outliner/organized writer, but that’s just not who I am, and I think trying to be that writer got in my way for a very long time. I find that I get stifled if I’m outlining really specifically because my brain tries to lock everything in even if the story needs to go in another direction. So for me, I take more of an organic approach.

I tend to think in scenes or beats that I want to hit instead. Often, my ideas start from daydreams, so it’ll begin with a “scene” that I then want to build a story around. Sometimes that scene is really clear but may not happen for many chapters into a fic, so I have to figure out how I actually get my characters there. But giving myself time to daydream is one of the most important things to me as a writer. Usually when I’m having trouble figuring out a scene or arc or pushing through the writing, it’s often because I literally haven’t closed my eyes and laid down and let it play out in my head.

And inspiration can come from almost anywhere! Writing Elvis in particular, I’m heavily inspired by historical events and personal anecdotes. I love weaving real moments into my E fics!! There are honestly too many to count for PS.

For Broken Glass, Dolores came to me first as a character and I was like, “hmmm, that’s interesting,” and I am super fascinated by E’s health journey, so I was like, how do I put those together?

Songs are also often big sources of inspiration, like with Power of My Love and Without Love for PS. I try to consume a lot of media too, which gets my brain going—what I mean by that is the more I’m reading books and fics and watching shows/movies and listening to music, the more goes in my brain bank, so to speak.

I am by no means an expert, or even a professional writer (yet!), so this is just part of my process which (usually) works for me. Take of that what you will, but of course every writer is different and there is no one “right” way. I definitely struggle with perfectionism, and that tends to be my biggest source of “blocks” or frustration. So I’ve found that I just need to write. Practice. Get something on the page, even if it sucks lol! Cuz I’m always gonna go back and revise and tweak it anyway.

Anyway, I hope that’s helpful! Thank you so much for supporting my little stories and wishing you all the best in your writing adventures! 💜 Feel free to drop in my DMs if you have other questions or tag me in your works!

And I looooove me some black tie E and Frank!! To have been in that room…phew! 🥰😏🤩

💗 Madi

#Madi’s get to know me gala 💗#elvis #elvis presley #if you’re looking for trouble #you came to the right place #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis presley x reader #austin butler elvis #elvis x reader #answered #ask

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sharpscion · 9 months

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TOA anniversary munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is. Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing! Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Cody

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday (no year): October 16th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? CST

Roleplay experience: Ugh idk man like 6 years or something now

Got any pets? A cat named Laurie

Favorite time of year: Fall because it's cold but not like you're gonna die cold

Some interests and things you like: I love to sit and listen to a vinyl while reading some kind of book or manga. I also like to screech in my car to songs that I like a lot!

Some fun facts & trivia about you: I'll listen to one song over and over again for like 5 months until I get bored of it. I have an odd amount of knowledge about old music and WILL share it with you without hesitation. I'm also a crazy TOA prophet because whoever I tweet about ends up joining TOA like a week after.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? I play a lot of Final Fantasy games and also League of Legends. I've played SO many games though, it's hard to keep count.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: I really like grass and psychic types! My favorite pokemon is Musharna and it has been since N gave her to me back in black and white!

How did you get into Fire Emblem? I got the game for my birthday along with a gameboy way back when I was about 7-8 years old. That game was Binding Blade and I've been riding that wave ever since.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? I have played through almost all of them excluding ALL of fates and the tellius games.

First Fire Emblem game: Binding Blade

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Genealogy of the Holy War

Any Fire Emblem crushes? AUGH MAN- L'arachel honestly...

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Miss Olivia von Fire Emblem

Favorite Fire Emblem class: AUGH PALADIN!!!

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Sage honestly

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Golden Deer, easily!

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? Eirika and Ephraim this was not even a question I had to think about

How did you find TOA? Well it was first mentioned to me by N a year or so before I actually joined! I was really wanting to get back into the FE scene and so I thought this might be a good start.

Current TOA muses: Scáthach, Ephraim, Eliwood

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Male Robin! It's probably unlikely... I love him to death but he's easily my oldest fire emblem muse and he is VERY tired.

Have you had any other TOA muses? Quanathan my beloved

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? I KNOW I HAVE A TYPE I GRAVITATE TO! I never really knew this about myself until TOA, but I seem to gravitate towards knights the most. There is just something about the kind of devotion a knight feels, and how that alters their entire existence.

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? I typically really enjoy getting into the gritty of things while I'm writing. Explaining emotion and action, why a character is the way they are. I find this most fun with another muse who has close connections to mine.

Favorite TOA-related memory: I think my favorite moment might be when Soji and I reconnected after 10 minutes of me being in this server. We had interacted one time in indie but she had always been on my mind because of how exceptional her writing is. Turns out she remembered me too, and now we're besties and going to cons together!

How do you pronounce TOA?: I usually just say the letters themselves because I'm extra like that.

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? WELL LET'S SEE ahem Astram, Noah, Finn, Sonya, Sain, and so so so so so many more that I can't even think about right at this moment.

#⌜ OOC . ⌟ ✦ * · ˚#( HAPPY ANNI EVERYONE!! )

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lonelypond · 1 year

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Weird But Fucking Beautiful (A Christmas Tale Of Two Tails) Ch. 5

Nico/Maki, Wenclair, Love Live, Wednesday, 2K, 5/?

We search for a werewolf lost in the woods.

Where's Maki?

“Why didn’t your…puppy...girlfriend...mate...fiancèe run off?” Nico glared at Wednesday, knowing she needed more information.

The huge white wolf was still snuffling all over Wednesday, who was whispering more Spanish.

“Answer Nico’s question. Or get her to turn back.”

Wednesday shook her head, “Enid must have transformed to protect herself. I suspect someone or something is using an alluring cocktail of odors in an attempt to manipulate Maki and Enid. But with our emotional bond, Enid’s ties to me were stronger than some strange scents so she started to panic when something blocked my usual…” Wednesday’s grin was smug, “aroma.”

“Maki wasn’t sniffing. She kept talking about music, hearing music. Nico didn’t hear anything.” A moment to glare accusingly at the night. “Still can’t, besides the usual night sounds.”

Wednesday hesitated, “I am not certain I am at liberty share information about my absent cousin…”

“Tell Nico. Now. If it will help us find Maki, I need to know.”

“Maki, like many with an Addams connection, falls into a category known as asexual.”

“Yeah, she mentioned that.”

“Oh.” Wednesday relaxed. “So if the chemical mix of the odors works by sexually attracting the target, that's not really a language we speak, if my hypothesis is accurate. It follows that then there might be another area of weakness that left Maki vulnerable."

“So, there’s a Pied Piper out there, and Maki’s werewolf hearing is following that.”

“That is a sound guess.”

“Nico sings.”

Enid howled.

Wednesday smiled, patting the werewolf’s cheek, “You have a beautiful voice, my love.”

"Is Enid hearing anything now?"

Pleased at being asked, Enid sat up, ears perked while Wednesday looked worried. After a couple minutes, Enid shook her head.

“So Nico will have find Maki and sing her back.”

“How do we find her?”

Nico rolled her eyes, “Does the mighty goth huntress with the case full of weapons never track anything? Is your werewolf’s nose only good for sexy scents?”

Enid huffed, moving to stare down Nico.

Nico remained unmoved. “Hustle your fluffy butt, we’ve got a wolf to find.”

Enid looked to Wednesday, who nodded. “Let me grab a backpack. I packed some things that might help.”

“What’s Maki’s favorite Christmas carol?”

“Why Christmas carol?”

“If you all weren’t crazy about Christmas, Nico wouldn’t be out here in the cold, about to give a concert to a bunch of snowflakes.”

Enid howled again.

“Nico and Enid.” Nico patted Enid’s side. Wednesday shoved a pack at her, forcing her back from the werewolf. Enid swatted Wednesday with her tail.

“Jingle Bells is a good one.”

Nico began, as loud as she could, without wrecking her throat. Somewhere, Enid had found a string of bells, and dropped them on Wednesday, who looped them around her neck. Now dressed for the occasion, Enid picked up Maki’s scent from her shredded clothes. A quick sniff and she trotted off into the night, tail waving jauntily in the air, as Nico sang.

“Dashing through the snow In a one-horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bobtails ring

Making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight”

###

Confusion. Fog everywhere around Maki, except in front of her, all Maki’s werewolf senses in panic mode, frantically searching for something familiar. And then this trill of music would start up, and Maki would shiver with a heat forged from cold, and find her paws padding toward the source of the sound. But there was a bubble inside her ear, like a clump of water, an irritation, making her shake her head, open her jaw wide to clamp it quickly shut, to burst the irritant. And then her paws would stop and she would sit, panting, confused, wondering where anybody else was. Then the buzzy music would start up, again, her head tilting that way, muscles following, awareness lost in an internal fog of fright and staticky confusion

Anger. Anger started to swirl inside. There was another sound, one Maki wanted to listen to, and the buzziness in her head made that nearly impossible. Snarl. Maki could snarl. Dig her paws in, Maki could dig her paws in. Stand ready to pounce when there was a swirl of snow and a tall, pale woman in furs with ice slivers for eyes appeared on the trail and came walking toward her, hand out, clicking her tongue, a smell so flowery sweet Maki thought she might be sick.

“Come, my child.” A hand on her forehead, the touch as light as the tone was heavy, a sharp command, the edges blunted by the syrupy fakeness of the cloying tone. Maki snarled, but the woman knelt, grabbing Maki’s head, fingers a cold burn, the ice slivers of her eyes a glance that drilled into Maki’s forehead, making Maki throw herself back, whining, terrified, and then a blur split her away from the woman, and Enid, in human form, pushed the interloper back, growling, a respirator mask obscuring her face. Maki felt other hands reach out to pull her further away, and spun, to see eyes as red as a candy cane stripe, worried eyes, eyes that looked at her with all the warmth and welcome the ice slivers had lacked.

“Nico.” Maki thought. And then Wednesday was at Enid’s side, crossbow in hand, two bolts fired before Maki made sense of what was happening, the fog intensifying, rushing her, but Nico was saying, singing something, holding Maki's head so close, Nico's heartbeat strong and fast, Wednesday was firing another bolt, Enid striking through the fog with blood on her claws and suddenly the pressure was gone and Maki fell into Nico, drained.

“Hey, help me with her…”

As Nico snapped at everyone, Maki let the cold of the snow catch her as she fell.

###

Maki heard the crackle of burnt wood crumbling and flames leaping. She could feel the warmth in front of her body. Horizontal. Lying down. No prickly static in her head. But something on her ears. She raised a hand. Headphones. Her eyes opened, Enid, in a respirator mask, and Wednesday sat across from her, on the other side of the fire. She needed to find out what was going on and grabbed the headphones, but a strong hand stopped her. Nico squatted down, shaking her head.

“What’s going on?” Maki knew she was shouting.

Wednesday started signing and speaking, finishing with the index finger point to Maki, “Wait us, wake you.”

“I’m awake now. What happened?”

Wednesday frowned, circled her closed hands, then flashed all ten fingers. “Magic.”

Maki was wrapped in a blanket, wool socks, half shredded boots, a long wool sweater, and long underwear underneath. Nico sat next to her, offering a hand, but Maki ignored it as she stood, keeping the blanket over her shoulders, stepping to loom over the fire.

“Where is…where are…what’s going on?”

“Chill out, M-a-k-i.” Wednesday blinked, then signed again, patting the air twice with flat hands, then fingerspelling the name.

Nico giggle choked as Maki reached out to throttle Wednesday.

Wednesday swept her right hand in front of her closed fist. “Danger.”

Maki tore off the headphones, but didn’t throw them into the woods. She turned to Nico.

“Why weren’t you affected?”

Nico leaned back into her arms, “Nico’s worked in customer service since she was a kid. Ice Queen Karens have no effect on Nico.”

Enid gave Nico a thumbs up, then wrestled her mask off.

“My heart…”Wednesday chided.

“If I start to wander off, just wrestle me down and put it back on, babe.” Enid handed off the mask and shook out her hair, “I need some snacks. Something sweet.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes.

Nico reached into her backpack and tossed Enid a brown paper bag.

Enid opened it, sniffed, eyes glowing. “Ooh, walnut and chocolate brownies.”

Maki couldn’t help the little whine in her throat as she sat back down and bumped Nico’s shoulder.

“Here, hungry girl.” Nico handed over a thick sandwich and a small Thermos. “Nico's super stacked roast beef, with stock for dipping.”

Maki didn’t drool, she was proud of herself for that, but she did nearly wrench the lid off the Thermos with brute strength.

“Do you want anything, stormcloud?”

Wednesday saluted Nico with a camp cup full of black coffee.

Nico threw a couple more logs on the fire. “What’s next on your map?”

“Was that the weather or the rescue or the danger?” Enid looked to Wednesday.

“Logically, danger should have been before rescue.”

“Unless rescue is when we met.” Maki offered.

“You mean when you hit Enid with the car?” Glare.

“But no, that doesn’t make sense. That’s definitely pre meet. We went from there to meeting Nico.”

All three glanced at Nico.

“Nico Nico Ni.” With a big smile.

Enid giggled, Wednesday raised her map as a barrier, and Maki slid closer to Nico on the log.

“And we stopped because of weather.” Maki said slowly.

“So was whoever she was danger or are we still going to find some more.” Nico frowned.

Wednesday hunched, fists tight, wanting to rip the parchment in front of her. This Christmas adventure was not meant to endanger Enid.

“So what’s the choice? That's the last word, right?” Maki asked.

“I don’t think we’re wherever that is yet.” Enid pointed to the map, “Past the forest is a lake maybe? Maybe we have to get there?”

“That makes sense.” Maki unfolded her map.

Nico thought there had been some changes. Trees and areas they’d been through were smaller, and she could see a opening that might be a trail more obvious than before. She traced it with her finger, “So with the scale you figured out, how much of a hike is this?”

“We should go back for the car. We might need some of the things we left behind. ” Maki suggested.

"We would be slower. Our antagonist has a head start now, if their goal is the same." Wednesday started folding the map, her movements precise.

“Or just one of us could go.” Enid swallowed the last brownie, refueled and ready.

“No, no one goes alone.” Nico would have invented the buddy system if it hadn’t existed already.

“Agreed. Enid and I will go forward while you and Maki head back for the SUV.”

Simple plans are best, Nico knew. And she’d be able to keep an eye on Maki.

“We’re on it.”

Maki nodded, then dipped the last bit of her sandwich.

###

Wednesday’s pace seemed to ignore the slippery crunch of the terrain, “Finally, we are alone.”

Enid pushed the range of her senses, wanting to pick up any hint of danger before it – or she threatened them again. Enid didn’t believe the frosty fog queen was done with them. That had been a very anti climatic exit and Enid suspected there would be a big magic showdown at some point.

“Enid? Why am I the only one talking? Are you ill? Compromised?”

“Searching for threats. But I’m listening to you. And you like Nico.”

“I do not. Her friendly personality is of the particularly loathsome variety.”

Enid laughed.

“She does appear to have useful skills. I suspect her status as a big sister sharpened them.”

“So, using Nico to give a shout out to your own big sister skills.”

“Pugsley has thrived thanks to skills taught to him by me.”

“He has been incarcerated less than your uncle.”

“Exactly.” Wednesday grinned, “I must remind Father of that.”

Enid stopped, her nose picking up the first hint of the cloying sweetness, Wednesday spinning seemingly further away, a whimper left Enid’s throat as her muscles clenched to chase the temptation, and Wednesday was immediately close, wrestling the respirator into place, a hard stomp on her foot a quick and necessary pain to let Enid focus enough to adjust the seal.

“Yep. Smell-a-licious is still out there.”

Wednesday left the crossbow on her back, reaching for her taser, “Perhaps it is time for magic to meet the might of a modern lightning storm.”

Enid let her claws slip out, “I love it when you tech up.”

“You are a wretched influence on me, beloved, and I would steal every weapon from the gods and the Picatinny Arsenal to keep you safe.”

No time for swooning now, Enid reminded herself. But there would be swooning later.

A/N:

Picatinny Arsenal is a military base in NJ. I like the thought that the Addams Family lives in NJ, where I grew up : )

Have been busy, hope your May has been kind.

#NicoMaki #wenclair #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Enid Sinclair #Wednesday Addams #holiday story #Weird But Fucking Beautiful #werewolves #snow #Christmas

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cypanache · 6 months

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Cy's 2023 Fic Replay - Track #10

Intro: My entire 2023 Music Replay is populated by tracks from my various fic playlists, and it's made me a little nostalgic and a little reflective so I'm going to be extremely self indulgent and talk about why these are the top songs and the fics they go to. So without further ado ...

track 10: Breathe Me - Sia

This song has been a go to on fic playlists since my Dexter/Lumen days. I love how it feels intimate, and sensual but not explicitly romantic. That simple begging lyric of 'Be my friend' encompasses such an expanse of possibilities that it is often on my playlists for those more complicated relationships which spring from less than healthy places. Like I said it was my banner song for Dexter/Lumen, it featured heavily in my April/Ben playlist when I was writing 'Escape Hatch' so long ago that this link still takes you to live journal, and now suddenly it's back in heavy rotation ... and I still love it.

fic rambling, lyrics and excerpts below the cut

fic: Prodigal

[obianidala | in-universe | post rots ]

I cannot emphasize enough how much I didn't see this fic coming. I have a really complicated relationship with post-RotS obianidala fics because I'm not that interested in any sort of redemptive arc for Anakin once Order 66 occurs. So needless to say, actually writing a post RotS oad fic? Not on my bingo card.

But I really love this fic. It's bittersweet and sharp edged and not at all a redemption story.

But it is a forgiveness story. It's a story about loving someone you know to be capable of monstrous things. About what that does to you and figuring out how to live with that part of yourself.

Which is to say that, although I am writing three love stories, because its me this is first and foremost Obi-Wan and Padme's story. And this song is their song. Specifically this bit:

Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me

This encapsulates everything both of them are going through. The blame they put on themselves for what happened and how much they need each other ... It's not an explicitly romantic dynamic, but its so deep and complicated and powerful, its the glue of the story and it's truly one of my favorite flavors of them I've written ...

So to give you a flavor of what I'm talking about, here have this excerpt from Chapter 2 where Padme asks Obi-Wan to share his memories of massacre at the temple:

“Maybe–” she licks her lips, sucking a little on the blood that begun to decorate the surface. “Maybe it will help? You’ve been carrying around all by yourself. Maybe if you share it, it won’t feel so heavy?” “And maybe we’ll just both wind up with nightmares.” “At least you won’t be alone anymore.” It’s a more appealing prospect than he’d like to admit. Still– As if sensing his hesitation, how close he teeters to the edge, she presses. “Don’t you think I deserve to know?” He stiffens at that, some instinctive, possessive part of him rejecting the idea that this woman is entitled to anything when it comes to his Padawan, even this, but then she continues. “He did it for me after all. That’s what he says, right? How he explains it? That he did it to keep me safe. Don’t you think I should have to pay the price?” Oh. Oh my dear. Unable to help himself, he reaches up and brushes a lock of hair out of her face. All his blame— All the secret resentment and unspoken condemnation he’s been carrying around for her in his pockets evaporating in an instant. “No.” Padme closes her eyes at the touch. “Because you think it's yours?” “Possibly.” Definitely. “Well stop it.” She says trying valiantly to lighten the mood. “Selfishness like that. It’s unbecoming a Jedi.” And it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the attempt but— “The Jedi are dead.” “I know,” she whispers, “I’m sorry.” “Me too.” They lay there for a long time, watching each other, her hand on his cheek, his fingers in her hair. Enjoying the sensation of touching someone, of being touched. And for a moment, just a moment, he forgets, what’s happened, who he’s with, why even this is too much solace, too much grace.

So there you go track 10. Hope this was enjoyable for some of you.

PS Does anyone know how to make the Spotify stuff smaller with requiring me to learn how to do a custom theme on my Tumblr? Because whoa ... that's really big and annoying

#2023 fic replay #fic: prodigal #obidala #obianidala #post rots au #post O66 #obi wan kenobi #padme admidala

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writingsbychlo · 2 years

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Alright sooo about the Noah asks....what are their favorite things to do when alone with the reader?

Also one of my favorite parts of Sits was when Noah and the reader got high togheter and she ended up between his legs like cmon I want that so bad 😫😫

I mean, getting high is definitely one of their favourite things to do. together. and having a lot of sex, obviously. but, there's more.

okay, so, there's a couple we've already covered, things we already know.

cuddling and getting high. if noah could spend the rest of his days with you sitting between his legs, his arm around your waist with your back to his chest, just sharing a joint, he would. without hesitation. he loves when you get all giggly, and the two of you can just talk for endless hours about anything and anything. he loves being able to bury his face in your hair when his laughter about something stupid, or being able to cuddle you closer, practically every part of him touching you, it's just such a happy place.

sex, but, do I really need to expand on this? obviously, this is a lot more frantic and needy when noah still lives with stiles, because whenever you can steal some alone time, you're practically tearing one another's clothes off. but when things calm down a little, and stiles moves out, it gets a little more casual. even more so when you move in together, because those alone times are easier to get, and everything isn't quite reaching-a-boiling-point needy so much.

cooking. god, this man loves when you cook together. music on, dancing around the kitchen, chopping and mixing and singing, he loves it, because it's so carefree. little stolen kisses between giggles and song lyrics and tending to food, stealing bites of ingredients and chastising one another, but then feeding each other the food. it's just a happy time.

videogames. when you get on the headset and talk to his friends, when the two of you team up, or work on your minecraft world, or when you kick his ass, it all just makes him happy. it will become a whole date night, ordering pizza, getting ready for bed super early, and then just settling in to play games all night. it leads to bickering, and arguing, and pouting, and making up with kisses, and it all just makes him feel like he's fucking floating, okay? like his troubles disappear for a little while.

fixing cars and tinkering with engines. okay, look, noah gets a job as a mechanic after college, but he will fix up his friend's and neighbours' cars on the down-low for a cheaper price. it's his hobby, and he makes some extra, untaxed cash out of it, it's a win-win, right? so when you come and sit with him, and talk to him? makes his day. it's spending time with his love while working on what he loves. however, when you help out? makes his head spin. whether it's something as simple as holding a torch or passing him tools, or actually getting under an engine and trying to learn, it drives him wild. especially when you let him scrub oil and grease off your skin later in the shower, tracing each cleaned graze and fleck with his lips..

bickering. no, not arguing, but playful bickering. this man will absolutely get you all riled up for his own amusement. he'll just say something dumb and random like 'do you think hot dogs count as sandwiches?' or 'water isn't really wet' just to get a rise out of you, and whatever side you decide to argue, he'll argue the other one just to get you infuriated. he thinks it's so funny, especially when he then gives up and says "it's fine, we don't have to talk about it" and then you insist. eventually, he says "you know, you're right. I agree, now." because he loves the proud little smile you get, and the way you let him kiss you afterwards.

#noah stilinski asks

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ddeanuu · 1 year

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Hi there,

I am Deanne and WELCOME to my first ever BLOG!

In this blog I will share my favorite hobbies like my love for arts – especially calligraphy, books and my K-POP fangirling.

It’s like I am opening myself to all of you and knowing myself more as I unravel the depths of my mind.

So my first blog is all about how being a K-POP Stan changed me as a person.

"Saved"

In my roller coaster ride of life, there were multitude of experiences that changed me into who I am now. In fact, entering the craze of K-POP world could be one of the life-changing experiences I had in my whole existence.

The saying that goes “Never idolize anyone or you will lose yourself" is the total opposite of what others thought it would be. Honestly, being in a K-POP stan was not in my vocabulary at first yet it made me love it more and treasured it the most.

I was in my 8th grade when I met the first K-POP girl group that was introduced by my best friend to me. Hesitation was clouded in my mind as I thought of supporting a group that I am not accustomed to. I am much more open to the fact that they are not just random people who I brought into my life but not knowing will be a part of me already. Before I knew it, I am secretly invested as to what the group would become in their journey as an idols. I watched their music videos, streamed to their mv’s at YouTube, immersed in their music and waited for their updates and contents they provide at Twitter or any social media platforms they had. Up until now, I have two ult groups – favorite groups, TWICE and ENHYPEN.

I then started to realize several things about being a K-POP stan for how many years. K- POP allows me to love myself more and know my self-worth as a person. They set the bar of standards so high that it seems unreachable for anyone to climb up to. To be confident of my capabilities and to be the best version of myself are few of those self realizations that enabled me to be a woman who is growing and improving herself while working for her own good. Somehow, they really inspired me to be the best that I can be. They really has brought a lot of joy and happiness in me.

I learn how to dream, to aspire what I wanted to be. These idols surpassed a lot from their training period and they proved to me that they reached theirs up till debut, why I cannot do that to myself. The perseverance and patience they had to get through all instances they faced. To be brave and not letting other peoples criticism to consume me.

I had always admired their support and love to one another, their friendship was pure and one of a kind. Learn to treasure and love every person in my life as they are the always with me.

It shows that they inspired me in many ways they do not know and that there’s more than it meets the eye. They saved me from sadness and sheltered me from the harsh realities of life. They became my solace when the darkest of days passed by. Fate works as our stars crossed and aligned. Stanning them was worth it and I am not regretting any ounce of it as my life without them would be a misery.

I maybe one of their fans, a total stranger to them but I really love them to know that they mean a lot to me and that they changed me into the woman that I am now.

ctto.

Song Recommendations:

🤍🤍🤍

#kpop #kpop gg #kpop bg #Spotify

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