#i think i still have that ipod somewhere too

[bittwitchy]

Sebastian Stan being a lil frisky there as Ben Ashley Greene being way too pretty as Kelly The Apparition | 2012

#mine #mine. #please don't add to gif hunts/claim as your own/edit without permission. thank you! #sebastian stan #sstanedit #sebstanedit #sebastianstanedit #ben #the apparition #theapparitionedit #sebastiansource #i think i still have that ipod somewhere too #agreeneedit #ashleygreeneedit #ashley greene #kelly #2010 ipod?? still works #honestly any iphone of the now??? breaks after 2 years #actually I had a purple iphone nano my mom forced me to give a friend of hers bc i 'didn't need it anymore' and that still works too #WHICH I SHOULDNT HAVE HAD TO GIVE THAT UP SINCE I PAID FOR IT BUT HERE WE ARE #or it was a mini #it was purple and long and skinny yknow #miss that bugger

[shinesurge]

sometimes when i go back and listen to old junior high music i'll look up dc talk's red letters and i JUST realized it's fucking hysterical that i associate that one with This Machine from the sonic heroes soundtrack because they were on the same Moody Playlist i'd listen to on the school bus. literally what the fuck is it with culty christian kids and sonic

#it's too bad i didn't like most pop christian music or there could have been more but i think this is the only one i had on my ipod #red letters sucks but the sonic heroes soundtrack still slaps #i had grown out of imagining Christian Variants of my favorite characters by the time i started drawing #so like seven or eight probably #so fortunately i dodged the bullet of having embarrassing christian sonic fanart tucked away somewhere but #there is ABSOLUTELY an alternate timeline where i ended up on the fyta blog with knuckles getting baptized or some shit

[abouttofillhisshoes]

Lena!! ❤️❤️❤️

I finally thought of a request for my fav MPIND Matty 🤭

Maybe something with girlie using a toy on him? Maybe a vibrator? Overstimulation perhaps?

-Sugar-coat-it <3 <3 <3

@sugar-coat-it This was supposed to just be a short blurb but i got way too carried away xx. hope u like it!!

Rush! - Matty Healy

A/N: This was so fun to write!! MPIND Matty lives in a special corner of my heart i think i might never stop writing for him. @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff tysm for being my (half decent) beta reader and making sure this isn't totally shit. Enjoy!! (edit: this is non-canon, so it doesnt have anything to do with the plot of MPIND or its sequel, Before you go)

wc: 9k

content warnings: filthy, semi public?, but also not really, overstimulation, teasing, begging, dom! reader, most of the time, matty is a cocky piece of shite but we love him, grinding, bondage, marking, use of sex toys, specifically a vibrator, what else hmmm, both of them are high, so dubcon?, still in their right mind though, wow the content warnings are long

Everything reeked of cigarette smoke and cheap liquor, hints of Jimmy Choo’s ‘illicit’ lingering in the air around Matty. You scrunched up your nose at the scent, Matty obviously having doused himself in it while you were in the bathroom, straightening your hair. Soft music played in the background, Matty using his turn on the Ipod to put on some ambient stuff George had made (yup, George was a music producer now for some reason? Quarter life crisis vibes.) 

Adam was on his way, his little red Kia primed and ready for a good smoke sesh in some parking lot somewhere. It was nearly winter, which meant going outside was hardly an option considering neither you or Matty actually owned anything resembling warm clothing. 

“I'm not letting you wear my coat again. Remember what happened last time?” he says when he sees your ‘finished’ outfit; a pair of jeans and a sage green long sleeve top, adorned with white and beige rhinestones. How dare he even mention that day, the state you entered the house was completely his fault.

“That only happened because you booked it down the fucking street and left me there!” It was true. The two of you had been sharing his massive coat, both of your bodies easily fitting into it, up until he decided the last four blocks home were to be a sprint, and took his jacket with him.  

“Touché.” he grins as you shake your head at him. Fuck him, honestly. You tell him as much, his only reaction being a simple shrug of his shoulders, and his attention was back on his reflection in the mirror, carefully applying glittery purple liner to his eyelids, giving him a sort of emo-fairy look. Ross’d take the piss out of both of you, all dressed up to go smoke in a car on a wednesday evening, but you knew Matty already had some sort of comeback prepared, about how at least he groomed himself, and wasn't desperate to be a ‘proper’ lad (cue Ross chucking the nearest object he could pick up in Matty’s direction). 

Impatient as ever, you sigh loudly, trying to get Matty to stop hogging the shared vanity. You could always just go back into the bathroom, but his lightbulb was truly shit, and besides, most of the stuff he was using was yours anyway. 

Finally, you give up on trying to keep the piece, and promptly shove him off the chair 

“Stop doing yourself up and move-” he doesn't budge, hanging on to the edge of the desk for dear life, refusing to let you finish getting ready.  

“Violence is never the answer- Fuck off, christs sake, fine!” he whines like a child, getting up and throwing himself on the bed, and you cringe as it creaks loudly beneath him. 

“You love it when I hurt you, shut up.” you tease, watching the look in his eye dramatically change. “Not like this!” he shoots back, flipping you off before grabbing his Ipod, switching to something more punk, heavy drums and guitar filling the space. 

“Touché.” you repeat his own words back to him, and he rolls his eyes, sitting up. Taking the same brush, also using the same color, you frame your eyes with purple eyeshadow, trying your hand at a smokey eye. The two of you were matching more often than not, with Hann’s comments on it slowly getting on your nerves 

“You both look the fucking same, its like you’re clones.” he’d overexaggerate, just to get a reaction out of a easily riled up Matty. 

“D’you reckon Ross’ll have the good stuff this time? I can't deal with Hann’s bickering otherwise.”

You shrug your shoulders, looking at Matty from the corner of your eye. Maybe Adam’s comment rang somewhat true, seeing as Matty was wearing the exact same color scheme you were. Green Jersey top, definitely stolen from George, paired with blue, seventies style jeans, white and red trainers peeking out from beneath the too-long pants.

“I dunno, but we could go to the shop if it's shit, maybe get some wine?” you suggest. It was always 50/50 with Ross, and bad weed always fucked Matty off to no end, making him unbearable. Almost finished, you look around for your mascara, hands rifling through the piles of makeup littering the desk. 

“Where’ve you put the mascara?” you ask, slowly getting annoyed. 

“Left.” he answered curtly, engrossed in the newest edition of vogue. Sure enough there it was, bots of product caked around the cap. Coating your eyelashes with it, you hear Matty stand up and walk over to you. Setting spray topped off your look, and you run your fingers through your hair, smoothing it out. 

Matty isn't particularly strong, but then again, neither are you, so the strong hand around your wrist was useless to fight against, and you let him pull you up. Face to face with Matty, you quirk an eyebrow at him. What was he playing at? 

“You look absolutely gorgeous, darling.” you blush at the compliment, quietly telling him to fuck off, smiling as you see him grin at you. His brown eyes rake over your body, giving you a slow once-over, savoring the sight in front of him. 

“Stop looking at me like that-” he cuts you off with a tug of your hair, smashing his lips against you. Surprised, it takes you a solid few seconds to properly kiss him back, utterly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the kiss. His tongue immediately shoved past your lips, licking into your lips with fervor, drinking in every small gasp for air. 

“Taste like sugar as well, so sweet.” He pulls you back in, deliberately not giving you an opportunity to answer. You feel his hands wander, trailing down your back and under your shirt, caressing your bare torso. His fingers toy at the band of your bra, teasing the clasps. Refusing to let you go, he presses your body flush against his, and you can sense every inch of him on your skin, like electricity, the smell of him travels up your spine, intoxicating. 

The buzz of your phone snaps you back into reality. The guys, your plans. It takes every ounce of self control in your body to press your hand to his chest, effectively separating the two of you. Matty looks at you with a hurt expression, hands quick to cup your face, desperate to taste you again. Shaking your head, your voice is slightly as you tell him that the others are already outside. 

“I haven't seen George in like three weeks. You're not the only person in the world, you know.” George was up to his eyeballs in Uni coursework (yes, Uni), and hasn't been able to hang out since forever, making you really miss him. 

“I could make you feel like i'm the only person in the world, have all your attention on me.” he says with a wink, tracing your collarbones over your shirt. Matty was a hard person to say no to, with the way he peered down from above you, eyes wide, silently begging you to just stay.

“No.” you say firmly, grabbing your bag from the chair you were previously sitting on and slinging it over your shoulder. Instinctively, Matty takes it from you, holding it out of reach. 

“Can't have you carrying your own bags, what would people think?” he teases, pushing past you and out the door, his footsteps heavy on the carpeted stairs. You follow him, heartbeat finally starting to slow. Already at the front door, Matty waits for you to tug your boots on, leaning against the coat rack as you did. 

“What the fuck was that about, anyway?” The way he kissed you was passionate, hot, and definitely not something you just do on a whim. He tries to play innocent, raising his eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders. 

“Nothing, just wanted a peck.” he answered, running his fingers through his slightly damp hair, still not fully dry from the shower he had taken a few hours prior. You scoff, looking at him in a ‘are you serious?’ type way. 

“You fucking jumped on me, don’t be a such a dickhead.” you feel around for your cigarettes and light, smiling fondly as you realize it's the one Matty had gifted to you. “What was your end goal? You know we’re about to meet with the others!” 

“I’m sorry for kissing my girl, jesus,” he exhales sharply, hand reaching for the doorknob, a loud honk sounding from the other side. Swinging the door open, Hann looks truly fucked off as the two of you walk down the driveway and climb into the car. Now usually, you would sit in the middle, between George and Matty, letting you comfortably lean forward to talk to Ross and Adam in the front, but it seems as though Matty had other plans. 

Shoving past you, he settled into the middle seat, setting your bag on the floor next to your leather clad feet. George looks over, slightly confused at the new seating arrangement, but accepts it, going back to rolling the first spliff. The car starts, sputtering before actually turning on, Hann letting out a sigh of relief. There had been multiple occasions where his ‘precious baby’, as he called her, refused to start, leaving all of you stranded until Ross somehow managed to find the problem and fix it. 

“See, this is what I mean,” Hann gestures to you and Matty, facing primarily Ross “They look like fucking clones of each other, its weird.” Matty reaches past the headrest and tries to smack him, causing the car to sway slightly as his hands leave the steering wheel.

“I’m trying to drive, fucks sake.” Hann mutters, pissed off now that Matty had almost made him crash the car. You set a firm hand on the dark haired boy's shoulder, lightly pulling him back into his seat. His legs are firmly pressed up against you now, and you feel a familiar tingling sensation blossom under your skin. 

“Try to go steady, ‘m almost done.” George has this legendary talent of being able to roll the perfect spliff in even the most impractical situations, making him a god in Hann’s eyes. The car slows down slightly, and you see George lick the spliff closed, admiring his work. Matty immediately snatches it out of his hands, grinning from ear to ear as he sniffs at it, the smell filling his senses. 

“God, you’re so fucking weird, mate.” Ross grimaces as he eyes Matty, watching him try to evenly light the spliff, failing miserably. Both you and Ross couldn't stand the earthy, stuffy smell of weed, constantly begging Hann to roll down the windows whenever someone decided to smoke in the car. Matty, however, had some sort of hash-fetish, and absolutely loved the smell of it, hotboxes being his favorite activity ever. He thought it heightened the experience, which was a load of shite, but he believed in nonetheless. 

You were almost there, the Mcdonald’s parking lot being your end destination. Taking the scenic route, the five of you passed the spliff around, partially skipping Adam so as to not get him completely off his tits while he was driving. Matty agreed to rolling down the windows, seeing how nauseous Ross looked, with you not being far behind. Wind raked through your hair as you leaned your head onto the edge of the car.

Feeling at ease, peaceful and very, very high, you don't even notice Matty’s hand trailing up your thigh. He was just like that, touchy and overly affectionate with everyone, not just you, though, the type of affection did differ slightly. Scratching your skin lightly, you feel his fingers claw at the thin material of your jeans, grabbing hold of your panties through them. Your eyes snap up to meet his, and he pulls suddenly, letting go of the elastic. It hits your skin with a muffled smack, and you jump, noticing Ross’ eyes on you, peering over his shoulder. 

Slightly disoriented, you don't even register Matty wrapping his fingers around the base of your neck, pulling you in for a hot, definitely too passionate kiss. Yelping in surprise, you sigh, almost inaudibly, into the kiss, letting him take control for a few seconds. George groans as he spots the two of you, dramatically shielding his eyes. 

Realsing where you actually were, you pull away, shooting Matty a look that can only be described as ‘what the actual fuck was that?’. His skin is flushed, matching the color of his droopy eyes. Hann doesn't seem to have noticed Matty’s little PDA stunt in the back seat, blissfully unaware of the reason Ross was grimacing right now. 

“I'd rather not see you snog, thanks.” Ross spits out, making a fake gagging motion as his eyes meet George’s, equally as unsettled as he was. Adam hadn’t seen the two of you, but the mental image was enough to make him join the other two in their disgust. 

“What, you jealous mate? You can ask to join, it's no problem.” Ross laughs sarcastically, taking the spliff out of George's hands, taking a deep drag. He could sense Matty wasn't finished yet. 

“You’d have to shave first, can't have you shedding all over my girl.” You still weren't used to him actually calling you that. It felt off, especially with your three other best mates staring at the two of you, silently wishing Matty would just shut the fuck up, for once. He was killing the soft, chilled out atmosphere with his incessant loud babbling, making George roll his eyes until you were sure they were going to get stuck there.

Ignoring the various groans of protest, he pulls you back in, basically climbing on top of you now. You giggle, partially because of the distinct floaty feeling clouding your mind, and partially because of Matty’s complete lack of shame, making him snog your face off just to rile up his mates, not really knowing how much it affected you. You pretend to be annoyed, shoving him off of you, wiping your mouth to really drive home the point. 

“For the love of god, Matty, stop humping her, she's probably sick of you by now.” Hann says, making sympathetic eye contact with you in the mirror. He knew how you felt about the kissing in front of the rest of the group, not wanting to alienate them from you and Matty’s dynamic. The whole thing was a complicated mess. 

His hand is still on your thigh as you squirm around a bit, you manage to gather your thoughts and speak for yourself. 

“I quite am, fuck off, Matthew.” he tenses. 

Now, to anyone else, you sound completely normal, if maybe a bit fucked off. Purposefully putting distance between you two, Ross reaches back and hands you the almost done spliff, and you inhale lightly, finishing it off. Matty is uncharacteristically quiet and you know he can feel your eyes on him. A warning. 

He was prone to acting out like this, loud and obnoxious, almost bratty. To Ross, George, and Hann, this was normal, his fits a cry for attention, wanting all eyes on him, but to you, it meant so much more. 

Stubbing out the joint, you throw it out the window, dangling your arm down the side of the car. George was calm, collected, and seemed to be enjoying life as Adam finally parked in your usual spot, turning the car off. Spreading your legs out more, you bump your thigh against Matty’s, making him twitch slightly, a soft smile spreading onto your face. 

“Matty.” you say, his eyes darting up to meet yours.

“Mhm?” nudging him, you lift both your legs up and onto his lap, draping yourself over him. George is a bit startled, but guides you over his lap as well, letting your feet settle against the other side of the car, pressed up against the door. 

“Fag?” George asks, holding out a pack of cigarettes in your direction. You happily take one, and so does Matty. Placing it between your lips, you watch George as he hands Matty his lighter after he lights his. His fingers fumble a bit, before finally flicking it on and inhaling the smoke, letting the nicotine mix with the weed, his face nothing but blissed out. It reminded you of what he looked like when he-

“Here.” he mumbles, holding the lighter in front of your face. 

“Do it for me?” you ask sweetly, leaning your elbows against the back of your seat and the headrest of Hann’s, making yourself comfortable. His breath hitches as you shift, the bottom of your thigh pressing against his crotch. Two can play at that game.

The flame paints his face in an orange hue, and you feel the world close on around you. The way his delicate hand holds up the light to your cigarette makes your head spin, and not just from the weed. You feel George shift beneath you on the other side of the car, rifling through his pockets, pulling out a small baggie and rolling papers, getting to work rolling another spliff. 

Hanns voice rings dully in your ears, asking George to hurry up a bit, saying he was nowhere near the level of high he wanted to be at right now.

“Let me do it, stop nagging.” George's movements are slower, his motor skills definitely more than just slightly inhibited. 

“Good?” Matty asks, your attention turning back to him. His eyes are glazed over, red and half closed, and his hair falls over his face, indicating he’s long overdue for another haircut. Mattys hands settle on your knees, rubbing small circles over the bone, warmth blooming underneath your skin wherever he touches. You refused to let it show, opting to lean your head further out the window, admiring the stars glimmering above you, the cold of the night biting at your cheeks. 

Matty can tell you’re cold by the way you shiver slightly, and he feels a bit bad, even if he did tell you to bring some sort of extra layer. 

“I’m fucking freezing.” you state to the car, Ross turning around to face you, lowering his seat back a bit despite Georges protests. 

“There's a blanket in the back, I think.” Hann nods in agreement, confirming his statement. Knowing you wouldn't be able to reach, Matty blindly feels around for it, fingers meeting a slightly scratchy, but still soft, knitted blanket. 

Draping it over you, his hands linger on your waist, goosebumps forming on your skin as his nails graze your tattoo. 

George is finally finished with the spliff, and hands it to Hann so he can light it. He greedily inhales, letting the feeling overtake him. A soft groan leaves his lips and you see the back of his head slouch against the headrest, lolling off to the side. 

“This is some good shit, no wonder Matty’s so quiet.” Hann mumbles, half to himself. 

“Told you, my guy’s the real deal.” Ross says with pride, like he’d grown it himself or something. Putting his feet up on the dashboard, he leans back, head craning to talk to Hann. Their conversation is quiet, meaningless, with Ross going on about his stupid bass instruments and chatting pure shit to a half dozed-off Adam.

George is in his own world, gazing out the window and off into the distance. He was tired, you can tell by the way the rings under his eyes were dark and prominent, evidence that he hadn't been sleeping much these days. Uni was truly kicking him in the arse. 

A loud sigh from Matty makes you snap out of your thoughts, flexing your toes a bit, trying to stretch without bothering George too much. You feel a tap on your leg, telling you it's fine, and that you can move freely. George smiles at you from across the back seat, stoned out of his mind and looking like he was ready to pass out in the next five seconds.

“Y’alright?” you ask Matty, who keeps shifting around beneath you. One particular movement makes your legs spread, his big palms gripping the side of your left thigh, kneading the flesh. 

His eyes flash up to yours, and the look he gives you is fucking delicious. Lips slightly parted, wet and swollen from his teeth gnawing at them for the past half hour, the sight makes your thighs clench, a cough escaping your lips.

The spliff makes its way to you, and you take a drag, your lips wrapping around it as you make direct eye contact with Matty. Your lipgloss rubs off on the filter, and you hand it to him with a smirk.

“I’m fucking knackered, I need to sleep.” George's deep voice cuts through the silence, and Hann nods in agreement.

“We’ve been here like an hour! We never hang out, let's stay for a bit.” Ross protests, sitting properly and trying to face everyone at the same time. 

“Yeah, let's.” you side with him. Matty’s eyes widen at your statement, and he goes to speak. A sharp look makes him rethink his actions, and he slumps backwards into the leather, pouting at you. You grin at him playfully, seeing him start to do the same, before pressing your leg down, right onto his crotch. Underneath the blanket, not one could see what you were doing, giving you the perfect opportunity to fuck with Matty 

“Fine, but I'm driving home in 20, whoever doesn't want to walk is coming with.” The tinge of annoyance in Hann’s voice is painfully obvious.

Time passes at a snail's pace as you continue your movements, thigh pressing down onto his steadily hardening cock ever so slightly, not wanting George to figure you out.

“D’you reckon Britney’s a good shag?” Ross asks, and you realize he’s holding a magazine, Britney Spears plastered onto the cover.

“Mate, maybe you shouldn’t-” George starts, but another voice cuts him off. 

“Probably, I mean, just look at her.” it's Matty speaking, you realize. 

His voice is drawn out and deep as he holds out his hand, silently requesting Ross to give him the paper. He’s taunting you, and fuck, is it getting to you. The way his eyes scan over the cover makes your blood boil, and you stare him down, warning him to stop. 

“She’s fit.” He says, refusing to look at you as he takes a drag from the spliff, passing it on. His eyes finally dart over to yours, reading you like an open book. You were jealous, and he knew it. It was his goal, after all, to rile you up enough so you knew how he’d been feeling since that moment in your room. 

“Hey Hann? I'm feeling a bit shit.” you lie through your teeth “Can we go?”. Ross tries to stop him, but with the vote being 4-1, he groans as the car sputters on, and Hann backs out of the lot. 

You go to sit normally, putting as much distance between you and Matty as physically possible, not even looking in his general direction. Not really speaking to anyone, you listen to the soft sound of the radio, the music distracting you a bit. Matty’s eyes are glued to you, watching your every reaction, you can feel it. He silently begs you to stop being mean, ignoring him like this. You almost cave. Almost.

The drive feels longer than it actually is, George being dropped off at his house first. He waves goodbye through the window, which is the only reason you turned to the other side. Eyes avoiding the boy next to you, you blow George a kiss goodbye, hoping he gets some actual sleep tonight. 

You and Matty were now both facing forward, chatting to Ross. 

“Must be great, having an whole fucking house to yourself.” Ross grunts out, clearly still fucked off that you decided to leave so ‘early’. 

“It is,” Matty answers, telling him how nice it was to live without his parents and with you, even if neither of you had the ability to prepare an edible meal, or clean the house every once in a while. You chuckle as his words, painfully true as you think back on the state you’d left your room in, clothes and books and various items strewn about the place.  

Matty turns to you, your small giggles at his story making him think he was off the hook. You shoot him a look, and he immediately retreats, knowing it wouldn't be that easy. Not that he didn’t like a challenge, especially from you.

“Alright, you two.” Hann breathes as the car comes to a halt in front of the house. The soft rumble of the engine was deafening as you opened the door, climbing out of the vehicle. Matty followed quickly, almost banging his head against the roof, narrowly avoiding a small concussion. You tapped on the window, waving goodbye to both men in the car. Flashing a smile, you turn to Matty, grabbing his hand and leading him up the steps. 

Inside the car, the conversation quickly shifted. 

“What's going on with them? They’ve hardly spoken since he stopped trying to jump her bones in front of us.” Ross just shrugs, mind spinning different scenarios of what could've gone down. 

“D’you think they’re fighting?” Hann nods, noting that you did look a bit pissed off towards the end. 

“I dunno, it's weird though.. them being a thing.” Ross hums in agreement. 

“Just leave them be, they’ll sort it out.” 

The click of the door unlocking was as loud as a jet engine, and you push it open with your shoulder, Matty trailing closely behind you. You take your time, taking off your shoes, setting your bag down onto the floor next to the coat rack. He fidgets on the spot, not quite sure what to do next. 

Without warning, you spin around, shoving him backwards into the door, both your hands on his shoulders. The tension is thick, his heavy breaths loud and desperate for you to fucking do something. 

A beat passes between you before he finally speaks, stuttering over his words. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t h-have fucked you off, not infront of everyone.” you raise your eyebrows at him, a condescending smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

“So you knew what you were doing then, trying to rile me up like that?” He nods, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows. He mutters out another “‘m sorry”, like it was going to save him at all. 

Your hands trace his collarbones, just like he had not three hours prior, and you see his breath hitch when you dig your nails into his skin, leaving behind red indents. 

“You wanna kiss me?” you ask, tucking his hair behind his ear sweetly, letting your fingers run over his jaw. 

“Yes.” he gasps, your chest now fully pressed up against his, your bodies now flush. Mattys eyes are filled with desperation, lust, thoughts clouding his mind and the sight of you wasn't helping him think clearly. 

“How badly do you want to kiss me?” he tries to speak, but you shush him. “How much do you want to touch me?” 

A guttural groan leaves his lips, and his hands find your back, grabbing onto your waist for support. You look at him expectantly, tapping his face to get his attention back on you. 

“Please, I'm sorry, just– fuckk, please darling.” His voice is small, soft, filled with want and desire. He pulls you in closer, and you feel him, fully hard, pressed up against your upper thigh. Your hand travels lower, pushing his shirt up as you go down, fingertips ghosting over his bulge, leaking and painfully hard. 

“This all for me?” Matty looks like he’s going to combust, but still, he manages to force out a small, choked ‘yes’. 

“You think you deserve it?” He freezes as you squeeze him through his jeans, feeling him twitch in your hand. A desperate whimper rips itself from his lips, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing shallowly.

“I’m sorry, just– please. I’ll do anything, just fucking touch me please, please, oh god–” 

You mouth at the spot where his neck meets his jaw, sucking an aggressive hickey into the skin, simultaneously stroking him over his clothes. Trying to seem unaffected, you pull away from his cock, placing that hand over his chest, hearing him whine at the loss of contact. 

“Upstairs. Wait for me.” Those four words manage to leave him absolutely breathless as he scrambles to tug his shoes off, throwing them into the corner. One last look is directed at you over his shoulder as he walks up the steps, almost tripping. Catching himself on the bannister, he disappears from view. 

You use the moment to take several deep breaths, steading yourself. Matty might be the more expressive one, but he had this effect on you, even if he didn't know the full extent of it. Every reaction you elicited from him made your knees weak, your façade of control slipping slightly. Running your fingers through your hair, you glance at yourself in the hallway mirror, making sure you look good. Good enough to send Matty fucking spiraling. 

The house is silent, apart from the odd creak of the floorboards underneath your feet. The door to your room crashes against the wall and you push it open, eyes immediately finding Matty.

Jesus christ.

Sprawled out on top of crumpled sheets, Matty’s eyes rake over your body, his cock visibly twitching in his pants at the sight of you. He had already taken off his shirt, the material bunched up next to him. The atmosphere in the room is heavy, thick with lust and desire and want and every other adjective that could be used to describe the fucking wet dream of a man currently sitting on your bed.  

His hands trail up his chest, toying with his nipples as he bites his lip at you, a wild look in his eyes. Your feet take you to the foot of the bed, kneeling down onto it, not quite sure where to look. His skin is flushed a deep shade of red, the blush spreading from his face down his chest, which was rapidly moving up and down as you reached out to touch him. 

“How do you feel?” your voice shakes, and you know he can tell. Does it actually matter to you at the moment? Absolutely not. 

An indecipherable sigh leaves Mattys lips as he looks at you, curls sticking to his forehead and his cock rock hard against the fabric of his jeans.

“I feel–” he starts, words getting caught in his throat as you trace the inseam of his pants. You still, motioning for him to continue.

“I feel so good, please touch me, I need you so bad. So gorgeous like this, love you so much– jesus.” 

You listen to his rambles as his eyes screw shut, everything being far too much for him. It's delicious, the way he squirms under even the slightest touch, involuntary noises spilling from his lips.

He trusted you, and you knew that well enough. Your entire relationship was built on a foundation of trust, a promise that you would never, ever, harm each other. Your hand reaches up to clasp his, squeezing gently. He smiles softly, wiping away the beads of sweat that had collected themselves on his forehead. 

Your eyes glance over to the nightstand next to the bed, the wooden exterior a stark contrast to the otherwise black furniture of the room. The bed creaks as you get up, slowly pulling the drawer open. Matty watches you move, fluid and sure, as you take out a vibrator, you hear a small gasp escape him.

“You want me, Matthew? Want to be good for me?” you grin at him, throwing one of your legs over his lap, settling right below his hips. The way his cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans couldn't be comfortable in the slightest, but you let him suffer longer, relishing in the way he whined whenever you shifted on top of him, just like he did in the car. 

“Will you let me use this on you?” That question is the final nail in the coffin, an animalistic groan ripping itself from the depths of Mattys throat as you palm him through his pants, beads of precum painting the front. 

“Please,” his voice cracks slightly, eyes silently begging for some sort of relief. 

“You know, you really shouldn’t have pulled that little stunt.” you speak, voice dripping with honey as you unbuckle his belt, the clanking metal making your heart speed up. Unable to speak, Mattys hands go to settle on your waist, gripping the fat of your hips. 

“No.” 

“W-what?” 

His chest heaves as you grab hold of his wrists, pinning them up above his head. The belt he wore with his pants, while usually completely unnecessary, suddenly proved quite useful. Your hands fumble a bit as you bring the leather up, binding his hands to the metal bed frame. The arousal plastered on his face was impossible to hide as he gives the belt a tug, sucking in a deep breath of air when he realized what you’d just done. 

“You’re so fucking– holy shit, you’re perfect.” his praises go straight to your core, and you grind down onto his thigh, feeling around for the vibrator that you’d placed somewhere next to you. 

Towering over him, you observe. 

It feels like you're daydreaming, the man in front of you just a figment of your dirty, vivid imagination. His skin glistened with sweat, and your eyes flicker down to the bulge in his black calvins. If there was a heaven, you’ve definitely reached it. 

Running your fingers up and down the vibrator, you grin at him, watching his thoughts run wild, every possible fantasy playing out right in front of his eyes. Clicking the toy on, you rake your nails over his chest, the loud vibrations filling the room. 

You had never done this before, but the utter look of devotion Matty gave you proved that he trusted you completely to do whatever you wanted to him. He follows your movements closely as you press the toy to the underside of his cock. Immediately, you see his eyes clamp shut, his hands instinctively pulling and fighting against the restraints. 

“You like that, baby? Feel good?” you coo at him, taking in every single twitch of his body, savoring it. He frantically nods his head as you move his boxers, letting his cock slap up against his stomach. The feeling of the vibrator straight onto his weeping erection felt like pure heaven, desperate moans spilling from his lips, unable to control his own actions. 

“F-feels so good, it’s so good, a-ah, fuck me–” he whimpers as you up the speed, your free hand cupping his face, smudging his eye makeup. Blissed out and shaking, Matty tries to hold off as long as possible, desperately wanting to be good for you.  

“I can’t– I'm so close, please, let me cum.” his eyes search your expression, begging for permission. Pleasure trickles up your own spine as a sudden movement of Matty’s thigh beneath you makes you grind against him again, a soft moan leaving your parted lips. You swear you could cum just from the sight of him alone, twitching and begging and so, so close to the edge he could taste it on the tip of his tongue. 

Shoving your fingers into his mouth, you watch as he chokes slightly, eyes welling up with tears. It's so unbelievably erotic, seeing him fall apart like this, all because of you. His dick twitches in the tell-tale way that lets you know he’s seconds away, just needing a little push. You lock your lips onto his neck, licking and sucking and biting marks into the skin, making him moan around your fingers. It's all too much for him, and his voice cracks once more before spilling into your hand, painting his stomach and the toy with ropes of thick cum, gasping and shuddering as you keep the vibrator against his cock, working him through his orgasm. 

You finally kiss him, fingers weaving through his hair as you lick into his mouth, his arms still helplessly trying to pull free. 

“That was– fuck– I can’t even describe it.'' His voice is raspy, sore. He looks utterly fucked out, a sly grin already adorning his face not ten seconds after you gave him the most mind blowing orgasm of his life.

“You dont think I'm done, do you? After the shit you pulled in that car?” 

Your sudden change in tone makes Matty’s eyes widen, his hips bucking up against you. The evil look in your eye as you lean down to catch his lips in a kiss only makes him impossibly more turned on, fingers itching to touch you, a groan of frustration leaving his lips when he realizes he can't do anything but lay there and take what you give him. You move, one of your hands leaving his chest. 

“What are you–?” The click of the toy is impossibly loud as a wanton moan rips itself from his throat, his hips twitching away, the sensation overwhelming and raw, almost too much. You grin from ear to ear as you study his reactions, writhing and pulling at the belt holding him in place, eyes silently begging you to just let him go.

“A-ah oh fuckk, no- I can’t–” he cries, arching his back, exposing his neck even more, adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he tries to swallow down his sounds

“You can, I know you can.” you lick across the expanse of his collarbones, teeth grazing the skin harshly, the slight pain only making Matty thrash more, the leather of the belt digging into his wrists.

“It’s too much– jesus christ-” he chokes out as you tangle a hand into his thick curls, tugging his head forward, making him look at you.

“Look how desperate you are, you sure it's too much?” you press a kiss to his lower stomach, his muscles tense under the skin.

“I need you so bad, fuck,” he sucks in a deep breath, making direct eye contact with you.

“Look at what you do to me.” 

His sudden change in tone makes you take a second, truly taking in the sight before you. He smirks when he sees you staring, arching his lower back with the sole purpose of riling you up, knowing exactly how to get to you, and in turn, get what he wanted. 

“Such a slut, fucking begging for attention, aren’t you?” he nods slowly, winking at you provocatively as his eyes follow your movements. The name made his breath hitch, and the return of the toy back on his hardening cock feels like pure ecstasy, moans and whimpers spilling from his lips as you continued speaking. 

“Was it worth it?” he cocks his head at you, asking what you meant. 

“Was it worth it, fucking around in the car, embarrassing me like that?”  

“Absolutely, if it gets me this.” he purrs, trying to provoke you once again. You were going to make him eat his words if it was last fucking thing you were going to do.

“You have a lot of confidence for someone who was grinding against my leg under a blanket not even an hour ago.” A small laugh comes from Matty as he playfully tugs at the restraints, the sound morphing into a moan when you press the toy down harder, feeling him getting close again. 

“Gonna cum again, make a filthy fucking mess of yourself?” Matty is so far gone, his cocky persona falling away in bits as he bucks his hips against the vibrator, chasing his high. You watch him, sweaty and out of breath, his hands straining against the leather, the mix of pain and pleasure making his head spin. 

“I love you so much, please let me cum, please i’ll do anything, just let me cum–” there it is. Anything. He doesn't know the weight his words hold, willing to say everything and anything for you to let him fall over that delicious edge.    

“Cum for me, let me see you.” your voice shakes, one hand planted firmly on his chest for balance, while the other holds the toy to his cock, twitching and leaking all over himself and you as he cums, screaming your name loud enough that it echoed through the whole house. 

You watch as he shakes, gasping for air and writhing against the sheets, so overstimulated he could barely form a coherent thought. 

“Again.” you whisper as Matty shakes his head violently, tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Do you want to stop?” he shakes his head again, hips bucking up against the toy, desperate whines and groans filling the room. His chest heaves, lungs expanding as far as they could go to try and bring some oxygen to his brain. Breathless and exhausted, he looks at you, eyes wet and pleading, the mix of pain and pleasure driving him insane. 

“Don’t s-stop.” he begs, voice sore and hoarse. Thoughts run widely through your mind, wondering how much more he could take before tapping out. “If you need to stop, tell me.” you say firmly, his frantic nods telling everything you needed to know. Clicking the toy back on, the reaction is immediate, visceral as he jerks under the warm feel of your lips on his jaw, pressing hot kisses down the skin, mouthing at his neck. 

Pulling back, you admire the deep purple marks you left behind, tracing them with your free hand. 

“You’re fucking glorious- I- I could look at you forever, so pretty on top of me, fuck, like a fucking wet dream, so perfect–” you listen to him babble through curses and moans, eyes drooping shut as he bucks up into your hand. 

“Yeah? You’re so gorgeous for me, taking everything I give you.” you whisper back, pupils completely blown out with lust, the high you were still yet to come down from heightening every feeling, every sensation, until you were grinding against his thigh, desperate for him. 

“I see you, baby,” your eyes snap up to his, a filthy smirk spread onto his face, “C’mon, use me like a toy, use me to get off.” his voice is sultry and low, working hard to bite back screams as you finally give in, sparks of electricity shooting up your spine as you increase the pressure on your clit, soft moans and gasps spilling from your lips as Matty tenses his thigh, lifting it slightly to meet your movements. 

“Don’t cum until I tell you.” you warn, refusing to give up power, even if Matty made it incredibly fucking difficult to not give in. His eyeliner was smudged, tears streaming down his face, your fingers wiping them away sweetly. You bring your tear soaked hand to your mouth, licking it clean while making direct eye contact with Matty, the expression on his face making the salty taste on your tongue completely worth it.

It didn't take much to bring you to the edge, the warmth in your core blooming everywhere else in your body, your blood feeling hot as you balance yourself. Being met with Matty’s smirk as you look up, the smugness quickly morphs into white hot pleasure when your hand finds his nipple piercing, giving it a small tug. 

You had convinced him to switch it out, the black metal ring being replaced with a purple barbell. It shimmered if you looked at it from a specific angle, a perfect contrast to his milky white skin, suiting him well. He gasps when you don't let up, tweaking the metal and rolling his nipple between your fingertips, an indescribable feeling radiating from his chest, making all the remaining blood in his brain rush down south. 

You were so close, you could taste it. Matty knew this, doing his best to get you there, just as you were doing for him, holding off his own orgasm. Filthy words leave his mouth, making you feel dizzy with pleasure, the feeling of his jean clad thigh against your clit making your legs shake on top of him. 

“So good, you’re so good– fucking marvelous, I could write a thousand songs about you like this.” he groans, eyes never leaving the spot where your core met his leg, watching closely. 

“I’m so close, fuckk.” you whine, your high pitched voice like music to Matty’s ears, his cock visibly twitching against the toy. 

“Cum for me darling, wanna see you fall apart on top of me.” he coos, and you feel your control slipping. It was all consuming, the pleasure making time slow as you barely manage to slow down to speak. 

“You first.” A relieved sigh leaves Matty’s lips, hips bucking violently, precum bubbling from his tip, coating your hand where you held the toy against it. One last arch of his back and he cums onto his stomach, painting his skin white. 

You groan at the sight, your own orgasm hitting you like a freight train, vision whiting out as you buck against Mattys thigh, his eyes burning a hole into your skin. He watches in awe as you gasp and stutter, the visual of his third climax too much for you to handle, carnal desire overtaking your body. 

Collapsing on top of him, your chest heaves against his, everything blurry and disoriented. He tried to move his hands to your back to hug you, but realizes he’s still tied up, the leather really digging into his skin, leaving angry red marks. 

“Darling?” you look up, apologizing profusely as you undo the belt around his wrists, kissing the burns it left behind. Matty chuckles quietly, running a soft hand through your hair, pressing your face into his chest. 

“That was..” he starts, eyes still wide in disbelief. 

“Okay?” you offer a hint of insecurity evident in the way you speak.

“Fucking amazing, visceral, undescribable, life chang-” you cut him off with a firm kiss, silently telling him to shut up. He giggles into the kiss, his other hand pressing against your lower back, pulling you impossibly close. 

“It wasn’t too much?” you ask, gesturing to the marks on his wrists. He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He assures you it doesn't hurt at all, and besides, “You know I like it when you hurt me.” The cheesy wink that follows his statement makes you roll your eyes, leaning down to breathe in the scent of him. Fucking Jimmy Choo, ugh. 

“You have to stop using my perfume, you smell like a woman, it's unsettling.” you complain, wishing he’d use some sort of musky cologne instead. 

“I thought you liked it when i'm girly? Remember that time when I wore that skirt and you fucking mauled me–'' he tries to tease, being rudely interrupted by you digging the heel of your foot into his leg, making him yelp in pain. 

“That was different,” you mutter, avoiding his taunting gaze. 

“Was it?” 

“Absolutely, yes, now come here.” you grip his jaw, crashing your mouth against his, biting his lower lip, enjoying the small gasp he lets out. The kiss is hot, filled with love and trust, your heart swelling up in your chest. 

“Don’t ever pull that shit again, George could have noticed and that would've been a complete shit show-” you shudder at the thought of your mates knowing anything about your sex life, gagging inwardly.  

“You were the one grinding your leg down on to my dick, don’t act all fucking innocent!” he protests, a playful tone to his voice. 

“Imagine Ross knowing anything about what we do, he’d lose his mind.” you comment. Knowing him, he’d physically throw up and never speak to either of you ever again, the mental image having scarred him for life.

Matty is oddly silent, his hands fidgeting. Your eyes widen in realization 

“Dont tell me you fucking– Matty!” you shut your eyes, embarrassment flooding your body. 

“He’s my mate, and he asked. Who am I to deny him?” you hit his chest, propping yourself up as you laugh in disbelief. 

“Ross asking doesn't make it any better!!” you screech, watching him pull back at the sheer volume of your voice “For fuck’s sake Matty, what did you even tell him? I’m never going to be able to look him in the eye again, fucking hell.”  

“Just about the camera, nothing else, I swear!” you cup your face, letting out a frustrated groan. 

“You know I can never speak to him ever again? The fucking camera, are you taking the absolute fucking piss?!” you throw curses at him as he giggles into your hair, muttering apologies and promising to never say anything again.

“‘M sorry darling, i won't give out the details of our sex life anymore.” he jokes, earning a choked giggle from you, unable to stay mad at him. 

Looking up at him from your spot on his chest, anger fades as you take in his features. You could look at him forever if he let you, drinking in every inch of skin, committing it all to memory. Your fingertips touch the top of his cheeks, wiping away any left over make-up, smiling fondly as you do so. 

Love. That's what you see in his eyes. Pure love, utter devotion. His breathing is slow, the soft sound of his heartbeat comforting as you lay back down onto him, nuzzling your face into his skin. You could stand the permeating stench of Jimmy Choo if it let you hold him this close to you. 

“You’re mine.” he mumbles into your hair, stroking up and down your spine, pushing your shirt up. 

“I’m yours,” you answer, this overwhelming feeling of adoration taking over your whole body. Matty was yours, and you were his, from the second he said the words ‘I love you’ that night on the terrace, overlooking the glowing city. 

Life with him seems so real. Growing up properly, getting your own house, getting married. It was all possible, still, it felt far away, a distant future. You let your thoughts spin in your mind until the exhaustion won, your body going slack against Matty, soft snores filling the room.

Matty lays awake beneath you, the darkness of the room enveloping his senses. 

“I love you so much,” he mutters under his breath, knowing you couldn't hear him anyway. That was the moment he knew, the moment everything solidified.

You were just kids, the pair of you, young and free, life filled with infinite possibilities. So much was uncertain, but he knew one thing without a doubt. Eyes flickering over to his coat, they fell on the outermost left pocket. It wasn't about the pocket itself, but what was inside. Dark red velvet, the same shade as your favorite color. A box. 

A small one.  

read part two here xx

#i had so much funnn #the 1975 #matty healy #ross macdonald #adam hann #george daniel #drive like i do #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy smut #matty healy x you #matty healy fluff #the 1975 smut #matty healy x reader

[beewolfwrites]

So the idea of chishiya finding the ipod somewhere in a game or so and getting curious about the songs and origin owner IS INTERESTING?? what if the owner is like Reader and you can build a short story around it or them connecting to one song on the playlist lol!

Kind of like this?

Sorry, this isn't proofed properly at all, it's literally a quick thrown-together thing. And I realise the songs listed aren't JPop. I was just having too much fun :')

Chishiya x GN reader

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Five whole minutes until registration closed. It was just enough time for Chishiya to pull out his iPod and kill some time. Judging by the venue - an old race track - it would be some form of a Spades game. Leaning against a wooden fence, he paid no attention to the other players, including those from the Beach, much preferring the solitude of his own company. As he slid his headphones in, he scrolled through the track selection. It was a dire mix, if he had to say so himself. 

‘Hey!’ A voice sounded out. ‘Excuse me!’ 

He ignored it, assuming it had nothing to do with him. That was, until a hand waved between him and the iPod. Looking up, he found himself face-to-face with another player from the Beach, one whose name evaded his grasp. Pulling one of the earbuds free, he waited for them to speak. 

‘Sorry, but that’s my iPod.’ 

Chishiya raised a brow. He had found it weeks ago in the middle of a game arena and came to the conclusion it had been left there from the old world. It was devoid of any stickers or a casing; there was nothing on it to set it apart from any other iPod out there. 

As if reading his mind, the player chewed their lip and gestured to the corner of the screen. ‘You see that scratch right there? The one shaped like a pear? That happened when I dropped it down the stairs.’ 

Chishiya wordlessly tilted the screen. He did, indeed, notice the scratch. But anyone could make up such a thing. It didn’t prove anything, and he certainly wasn’t convinced. 

Noticing his hesitation, the player pursed their lips. ‘Fine then. Go on the “Recently Added” playlist. You’ll find a bunch of songs from BTS and a couple from Blackpink. Pink Venom and Ice Cream are on there.’ 

Chishiya clicked on the “Recently Added” list, and sure enough, he found Pink Venom and Ice Cream, along with most of BTS’s songs from their latest album. Sighing, he disconnected his headphones and wound them up neatly around his hand. They could keep their precious iPod since it clearly mattered so much, but his headphones weren’t going anywhere.

He passed the iPod over to this nameless player. ‘So judging by your break-up playlist, I’m assuming you’re the one who listens to Party in the USA?’ 

They froze, iPod still in hand. ‘Hm?’ 

Chishiya leaned back against the fence, staring up at the evening sky. ‘I couldn’t help but notice your most played songs. My Humps, I Want it That Way… and what was the other one? Rockstar by Nickleback.’ 

A warm blush spread across their cheeks. ‘Hey, don’t you think that’s kind of too much?’ 

‘There’s an awful lot of anime soundtracks on there too.’ 

‘They get me motivated for games,’ the player mumbled. 

Chishiya smirked. ‘And what’s your excuse for Witch Doctor?’ 

A fist slammed into his shoulder with the brute force of humiliation packed behind it. It took him aback for a second, and he stumbled backwards, having to use the fence to regain his balance. And although his shoulder would be bruised by tomorrow, and it was the last thing he wanted right before a Spades game, he couldn’t help his sly smile. Especially as he watched the mysterious player stomped away, blushing and clutching their iPod for dear life. 

From that point onwards, Chishiya made it a special hobby of his to rescue any abandoned iPods he discovered. 

#alice in borderland #chishiya #chishiya x reader #aib #imawa no kuni no arisu

[coliepng]

When you switched from spotify to an ipod, what was that process like for you? How do you find new music nowadays and how do you add it to your ipod (if I recall correctly, itunes isn't supported anymore)?

so i actually have a collection of music from back when classic ipods were still in production, so that helps. however, that's clearly older music!

for new stuff -- i enjoy hunting down cds in thrift stores. there's also sites like depop where folks sell off cds they don't want anymore, tho i haven't purchased any from there myself. but the thrift method was how i used to get my music -- occasionally i'd hit a great sale at a department store or best buy, but usually i'd see what would turn up on the shelves at goodwill. or rip cds from my parents and friends.

i still do utilize spotify to keep track of new releases, but i also just try to follow my fav artists directly on their preferred platforms to keep an eye out for announcements. and tbh tiktok is weirdly great for discovering indie artists who don't have a label promoting them. (or even those that do!)

also, i have an absolutely amazing local radio station that plays everything -- and of course focuses on local music as well. most of my life this has been the best way for me to discover music i like that i never knew existed.

as for itunes -- apple still has the download on their website! i think i just searched it on bing/google and it was among the first couple of results. i have version 12.11.3.17. if for some reason you can't find the link on apple's website directly, im sure mirrors of the installer exist.

however, if you get a modded ipod, odds are you'll need to use something like rockbox to load music -- i dont believe itunes works with SSD. mine is not modded. i think it's only 30 gig too, tho i have my friend's old one SOMEWHERE and it's 80 gig so i hope i find it before my collection exceeds 30 gigs lol

if you're up for it, i did most of my research on reviving my ipod usage on reddit. they've got great resources and most of the questions i had were already answered. if you don't have one already, or need parts to revive it, or want to purchase a modded one made for you, i recommend Elite Obsolete Electronics. quality work with the best prices around imo (at least in the continental US). you can also check out ebay, esp if you want one of the cute lil nano 3s that are also seeing a popularity resurgence.

and if you're wild, theres always 🏴‍☠ lmao but i can't give any advice on that, sorry. im too anxious to break laws

#answered #x #ipod #ipod video #ipod classic #itunes #spotify

[alvivaarts]

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This is an answer for the prompt: 🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. Other prompts are listed below. Please send them to my ask box! ---------- An unposted excerpt from Simulation Swarm. This was hard as hell to pick because I'm proud of a lot of the dialogue I have written up for it. I have a whole section just dedicated to dialogue blurbs for me to put in as needed!

They sit there in the window, staring out at the black as if Rebecca can see anything.

“I liked,” she starts, and then holds it in. It pinches in her shoulders like maybe she wants to laugh. “This’s gonna sound so stupid.”

“Honest, Bec? I don’t think anything can sound stupid right now,” he muses in reply. “It’s you, anyway. Nothing stupid about it.”

Something brief passes her face then. He can see it in the dark, the strange and still unfamiliar way his own eyes pull out what little light is left in the world to make out her round face and Winona Ryder pixie cut. For a moment, Leon thinks they’re just- somewhere else. And it’s become easier to think that, to escape just a little bit in words and pretending that their ‘what is’ is something else, a dream. Perhaps she shares that comfort, especially with how her fingertips drop to drum against the window ledge.

“I liked orchestral and all. But if I really wanted to focus or sleep- birdsong. Isn’t that dumb?”

A part of him wants to offer her protest again, but instead he just lets his face break into a faint smile as he shrugs, shakes his head.

“Like… birds making music, or just…”

“Just… birds. In the woods sometimes, you know, like on those archival sites for ornithologists to share all the stuff they had.” There’s something in Rebecca’s voice, in the way her face softens as she stares out, that’s entirely smitten, comfortable with the thought. He can’t bear to stop her. “I downloaded ‘em all on my iPod just to have it. And my favorite was this one bird. The uhm… Kauaʻi ʻōʻō? Yeah.”

“Why that one?”

“I dunno. I dunno! I just- there was something about it. It went extinct in ‘89, and I was just a kid then, I didn’t know. And I’ve been thinking about it, you know, how that’s just… it’s always gonna be there. The sound of it. Not even it, but a part of it. And we’ve been walking all this way and feeling like the world is ending. Well-” she chuckles, faintly.

“It is.” He offers for her, and she half shakes her head, tilts it to and fro like she’s saying ‘I guess’.

“Yeah. But still, there’s… there’s people. There’s still always gonna be people no matter what, I don’t care who or what started this again, or why this all happened- Umbrella, or some government, or some asshole- but there’s just always gonna be people. Somebody’s gonna always be makin’ bagels. And ice cream. And running trains, or trying to. There’s always gonna be people making music and people digging up old stuff.”

“And people listening to dead birds?”

“That too.” ---------- Other prompts: 🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing... ❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. 🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP. 🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP. 💧 Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen. ☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it? 🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

#resident evil #biohazard #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #fanfic #infected leon #ao3 #fanfiction #found family #fic excerpt #wip #ask #ask box #ask me stuff #answer #cute #writing #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #rebecca chambers

[johnnys-breastmilk]

Wally anon: Definitely the writers jumping through hoops to excuse a bad idea of separating 2 characters forever lolll.

And it would turn him on SO much to see you so eager to eat the cake (& his) after he got so messy fucking it. He would not be able to contain. himself watching you take bite after bite & would have to pull you somewhere private to positively leave you wrecked (& getting you to give him some of your own icing 😮‍💨). Oh, yeah, nothing suspicious at all. He just happens. to vanish during the celebration for a lengthy amount of time & comes back explaining that the cake got a little smashed in the box. But there was some extra special filling in the slice he gave you & he would not. be able to handle watching you eat it without popping a raging boner & having to cover himself (even though he just. finished inside the cake). 🫣 (a moist cake it is, then!)

Oh yeah, you'll have to show him all kinds of new positions that people weren't regularly thinking of in the 80s (& he absolutely does, he does not. get phones sfhfjd).

Ah, I see, I see. Would not have known about this otherwise (but there's some untapped potential in the concept of putting Milo on a motorcycle, so maybe they were onto something 👀).

He gives the best cuddles frfr & would be giving you the most comforting touches cause he knows your body so well.

You see (smell?) the vision, huh? 🤭

Yesss. It's gonna end up being like You when people started watching it like crazy when it hit Netflix & the audience will expand exponentially. 🙌🙌🙌 And the Ryan edits will for sure be rolling in now. Even though the screentime was limited, Milo made the most of it. 🫡

(Also yessss @ seeing you already finishing one of the fics. Very happy to see the ideas working out so well for you so far. 🥰 Will be devoting time to read later & giving you my thoughts. ❤️)

frfr it sucks

Totally agree, he maybe have finished in the cake but he’s gonna be back and ready to go for a second round after seeing you at that. (and yeah, eating his would also put him back into the mood. verse wally ftw sksjsksk) I could definitely see a little “payback” happening where you at his icing so it’s only fair to fill his cake up with it.🫣 He’s all like “yeah i picked that slice because it had the most icing, i know that’s your favorite part” yet just in his boxers he’s still got blue icing on his dick because the cake was team colors.

Phones and him do not mix, it’s crazy how much they wouldn’t. He’s good at picking up new things but I feel like anything past classic ipods is not in his realm of understanding sksjsk. Maybe you better print out the new positions, or find some magazines from his time that have pictures in them

Yeah he’s had small appearances on other shows and i’m such a fan (desperate for content) that I just watch them for him ayshsn. His role as Nick is probably his biggest “smaller” role (stuff with like mini episode arcs and such) he was on a few sitcoms too where he looked pretty good. I love his mini arc in like 2-3 episodes of the Connors where he played Josh and was mostly a (rich?) playboy who pretended to be an activist to win over girls. I think he made an appearance in the christmas episode of either The Connors or American Housewife and he looked soooo good. Okay, long explanation over. Milo riding a motorcycle is sooo good (and we know he’s good at riding) I wish he did more punk roles/edgy ones like Nico and Josh with the black hair and, in Josh’s case, had a piercing.

I can see him being lazy with it, like you two are cuddle and he may not be able to sleep but he gives the kind of vibes that he would just absolutely be sprawled out and all over the place when he’s asleep. But even if he’s kind of got one arm on your chest, pulling you close and the other in some weird position he finds “comfortable,” it’s still the best cuddling session ever🫣

Yup yup, drew me out like a cake coming fresh out of the oven… only he doesnt smell nearly as good (or does he)

I’ve seen more Ryan and Wally edits thanks to them becoming more accessible/going HD and I love it😮‍💨 he always steals the show even with five minutes of screentime

Awesome!! Uhhhh i definitely went with an easier one to start with because it had gotten a little late last night by the time i sat down to start one (9 pm😭) and so I was definitely a little tired while writing it so sorry if there’s any grammatical errors i didn’t catch!! gahhh im excited to hear your thoughts!! but also nervous skssksj

#wally clark x male reader #wally clark x reader #wally clark x you #wally clark

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

If the WTNV characters are getting their own bracket, shouldn't there by a separate FATT bracket too? They make up 1/3 of the unscripted bracket right now.

I already answered this but the less flippant answer isn't that I was nervous of Welcome to Night Vale's current fandom size — I've been up to date for years I am very well aware that it's currently a small fandom — or that I think Welcome to Night Vale has 32 incredibly sexy characters but every other audio story only has 4 (if that was the case I would not still be asking for Night Vale submissions).

Rather, I have been on Tumblr since 2010. I found out about Night Vale during the summer of 2013, during a time when I usually did not have internet connection and so missed a lot of what was going on with Tumblr. And yet I used my occasional internet connection to download episodes of a podcast to my iPod Touch, when I had never listened to a podcast before.

And then I was here on Tumblr in January 2023, long after the posts that said "I really need to catch up on Night Vale" had faded away and there was only the intermittent "Hey remember Night Vale? That shit was good. Remember waiting for the bus in the rain?" post would float across my dash, while me and ten other people were busy yelling about Khoshekh being a misogynist.

And yet.

Cecil beat out Sans Undertale in the Tumblr Sexyman Tournament (Tumblr Edition) when Sans was the champion and Cecil was eliminated in the first round of the Twitter Edition of that same tournament four months earlier.

When someone tried to do this poll last winter, it looked like it was going to be a Cecil vs Carlos final, and that was with a 3 character limit per podcast. The only person who could beat Kevin the voice of Desert Bluffs and Desert Bluffs Too was Carlos the Scientist himself.

Admittedly, I thought Sans Undertale from Interstitial Authority would have a very easy time beating the bug guy from the weird west horror season of Friends at the Table. I was wrong. It has taken an unprecedented* level of campaigning and the poll being blazed for Sans to get a lead on Duvall. And I did not expect Miss Pickman from that same horror season to get 17 submissions.

*I haven't seen any other podcasters in any other tumblr bracket record propaganda specifically for a poll and set it to a video.

So maybe the Unscripted Bracket Finals will be Pickman vs Millie. But I think there's a decent chance it will be Lup vs Kravitz. I personally hope that the finals will have characters from different podcasts facing off. And maybe I'm underestimating the F@tT fandom and overestimating the residual/lurking TAZ Balance fandom, but I think both these fandoms (and The Magnus Archives fandom while we're at it) pale in comparison to the number of people on Tumblr who have a piece of Welcome to Night Vale tucked away somewhere in their core.

#Not A Poll #Ask #Anonymous #Mod Update #I guess?

[ricardian-werewolf]

It's 3 am in where I live and I'm thinking about what songs I would put into my playlist before I travel back in time to the night before the Battle of Bosworth and listen with RIII. Sad stuff mostly..

1. Viva La Vida by Coldplay (I know it'd be kinda cheesy)

2. Annie's Song by John Denver

3. Into My Arms by Nick Cave (a bit blasphemous?? But who cares at that point)

4. Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby and K. by Cigarettes After Sex

Also I would bring cigarettes. I dont smoke usually but this is a special occasion. We would go outside of Richard's tent (he wouldn't want us to smoke inside), and I would bring a few iPods with cabled earphones (yk the old ones before airpods became the norm bc I love the feeling of sitting side by side with my buddy and sharing them). Richard, Dick Ratcliffe, Francis Lovell, Rob Percy, yk the usual crew.. we would go behind the tent somewhere away where I'd not be notice since I'm a time traveller with iPods. And we would hang out for a while. I'd also bring a cheap plastic singing baby toy to scare the absolute shit out of them.

What about you?

Hmmm! So to answer the first part of your question, I actually have a Richard playlist:

But secondly, I wouldn’t interract, not directly. I’d be too nervous and too upset because I’d be so bowled over from being in our current year to 1485. I’d probably just go and sit outside his tent in the torch-lit dark and cry and listen to him plan, knowing it all to be a damn awful waste.

If there’s anything I’d bring with me it’s the Sunne in Splendour, to show him that his life carries on after he dies and that there are people like me still taking up the banner in the name of Richard of Gloucester to this day.

I’d probably mainly shadow Richard and the gang unless they noticed me and I wasn’t chased out based on my gender and obvious gothic look. Then I’d just pass my books off and have a glass of wine and then leave again before dawn.

#harriet rambles #richard iii #sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh #depressing

[ratherbefangirling]

The Truth Untold

Part 13

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SUMMARY

Your life was perfect.. or so it seemed. Then why did you want to go back the arms of your captor. Was it love or something else?

GENRE

Mafia AU, Spy AU, Angst, Drama, Romance, Slow burn, Yandere

PAIRING

Namjoon x Reader (main)

Taehyung x Reader

Warning ⚠️: major bullying!!! Bullies create an issue about looks. Proceed with caution.

This chapter focuses on Namjoons past mainly. It isn't much in terms of length but was it a monstrosity heh 😮‍💨

[PAST]

As he walked back to his house, Namjoon felt the memories of the day go through his brain.

+×+

You both had ridden the bus to a random location. Talking all the way through bright eyes, quirked lips, hands held together. Songs playing on his ipod with the earphones shared between you two. Somewhere along the way you rested your head on his shoulder. It was as perfect as afternoons could be.

Getting off at you'd spot famous for it'd outdoor cafes you had stumbled upon a gallery close by.

One look at Namjoon and his pleading expression and you knew your boyfriend would be looking at art more than you but it's alright you could look at him and listen to him for hours.

There weren't many people inside but Namjoon had found a painters painting he was familiar with. Animatedly he explained its content to you. Dragging you along wherever he went and you felt more like six than sixteen but it was alright. You'd go wherever Namjoon was if it meant the two of you could be together.

Sometimes the thought of the future worried you but the future was far and you were with the man of your dreams. Worrying was useless. You were sure time wouldn't change what you had.

Towards the exit if the museum there was a photo booth,even though it looked almost abandoned you figute it was still functioning, so you both spent all your spare change on it.

Smiling , laughing, pulling each others cheek', you kissing his cheek, pulling out v's and hearts.

The photos come out great. Later when you'll look at those photos you'll think this is how I look when I smile because I'm happy

You decide to gt some cotton candy as you walked down the streets to a restaurant. Hungry after walking the whole day.

The weather was cool and cloudy which had been convenient except the clouds started darkening and rain drops fell drenching you both. Hand in hand you ran to find shelter.

Despite being wet and cold, you still laughed.

"It had to happen just on the day we went out on a date." You complained to no one.

"The weather may not be wonderful but you are so." Namjoon says.

"Why are you being cheesy.... its weird." You say looking outside putting out your hand to check if the rain reduced or not.

"I was human after loving you I became cheese."

"What? Come again."

I love you.

His words were swallowed by the thunder. You turned to face him and instead of repeating his words he pressed his lips to yours. You shivered under his touch.

You put your hands on his tshirt to pull him closer and he puts one of his hand on your waist to pull you closer and the other on your cheek and deepens the kiss.

After a while you break off breathing heavily too shy to look at each other.

"Its cold let's try going towards the restaurant it's not far... and you're shivering it will be bad if you get sick." He says breaking the silence and grabs your hand.

He wants to say other things, things like we won't be seeing one another for a while but he chooses to pretend tomorrow isn't coming.

Despite getting inside the restaurant, you do end up catching a cold which your mom scolds you for.

"Serves you right for leaving me." Lisa added.

You would have retaliated if your mom wasn't lecturing you or if your headache wasn't killing you. Still you would change anything. It was a perfect day.

+×+

When Namjoon comes back home it's silent. The servants have retired. There is food for him in the kitchen. His mother is nowhere to be seen.

He decides to eat in his room, tonight is the last night he is going to spend in his bed.

Instead of eating on the coffee table in his room. He opens the secret room behind his bookshelf.

It's dark but he turns on the lights.

The whole room is decorated with you.

There is a shelf with files on your likes and dislikes. There are cassettes of videos of the both of you. There are things you gifted him but he's too old to use. Albums of photos some which you know about some which you don't.

On the wall there is a painting he'd had commissioned.

Namjoon takes out the photos you had gotten from the photo booth. Then connects his phone to the computer to upload today's pictures.

His stomach grumbles. Carefully he brings the food inside, while usually he wouldn't bring food or drink in the sacred space. He wouldn't get to be here for a while.

He decides to play your old videos connecting them to a projector and begins eating as your laughter rings in the background.

Namjoon's new dorm was a major downgrade but what made it worse was he was room mates with a guy named Jung Hoseok.

Hoseok seemed like a perfectionist who liked to brag. He was somewhat popular, an easy going person.

Namjoon saw through it.

Hoseok was nothing more than anxious teen pretending to do everything to please the people around him.

Hoseok was often visited by Park Jimin. Their junior who was the teachers pet and really Namjoon didn't gave many thoughts about these people because all the time he wasn't tired of his studies and special 'lessons' he was homesick for you.

Sometimes he got too tired so he went outside because outside made him feel free. Even if it were for a little bit.

It was on one of these occasions Namjoon saw Hoseok getting hit by a group of obnoxious kids who had way to much time on there hand in Namjoon's opinion.

"You want to be a celebrity.. huh.. an idol." One said laughing.

"With that disgusting face 🤮... are you too poor to even afford mirrors huh." Another said.

The two continued kicking him in his stomach.

It's gonna bruise badly. Namjoon thought.

Their leader crouched. Clutching Hoseoks hair and tugging painfully.

"No that you're a hopeless dirty rat who will die in the very gutter you were born in." He spat on Hoseok's face. "B**ch."

The boys leave a muttering Hoseok on the ground.

Namjoon falls from the tree he was sitting on.

Shit.

Hoseok stands up groaning and wincing from the pain.

"Did you have fun?" Hoseok says venom in his voice.

"There was nothing to enjoy."

"You're sick."

"And if I am?" Namjoon says and turns away. "Atleast I'm not the Looser who got hit."

Hoseoks blood boiled and he attacked Namjoon.

His scream caused Namjoon to turn around.

Hoseok aimed a blow at Namjoons diaphragm but Namjoon was quick to notice and block it. On retaliation Namjoon aimed straight for the boys stomach because a bruise in the stomach would be less noticeable and he was already hurt there. Hoseok bent in pain and Namjoon walked away.

But Hoseok wasn't done he jumped on Namjoon's back and used his arms to headlock. Namjoon fell on his back. The action startling Hoseok enough to loosen his grip and give a chance for Joon to escape by elbowing Hoseok. Hoseok despite his frail appearance refused to relent catching Namjoon by his hair tugging its end. Namjoon too grabbed his hair.

Luckily Jimin found them and stopped them.

Later Hoseok would fight him but not out of anger rather to spar and realise exactly how much Namjoon had held back that day.

"Why did you go easy on me?" Hoseok asks sitting on the bench after their training session

"I assure you I didn't go any easy on you." Namjoon replies swallowing huge gulps of water.

"Not today ... that day."

"A man whose dreams have been called lousy shouldn't be sad but angry." Namjoon said simply.

Namjoon earned Hoseok's respect that day.

Hoseok had dropped his keys. Picking them up he had realised how dirty the room had gotten and thus he decided to clean it.

He was putting things away to their designated places when a photo fell from Namjoon's book.

It had a 'mine' scribbled on the lower right.

Namjoon snatched the photo away from Hoseok.

"Stay away from my things."

"She your girlfriend.?" Hoseok asked.

Namjoon didn't reply.

"I have an older sister back home. I know what ita like to want to protect someone."

Namjoon is about to respond when someone interrupts them. One of the younger student barges in.

"Jimin Hyung is being hit. You guys are his friends right? Save him."

"Lead us to him." Namjoon says.

The kid nods.

In the cafeteria, the bullies had cornered Jimin after he had colored his hair pink after loosing a dare with Hoseok. Jimin thought the color quite suited him. He even spent the night looking up different color options.

He had come to lunch after missing all classes because he slept the whole day.

The buff idiots or the bald eagles as they called themselves. Catcalled him. He ignored it. He just wanted to enjoy his burger.

But the more he ignored them the more obnoxious they got until they threw his juice over him and his food.

He acted by instinct smashing the face of his bully angering the rest of them.

They pinned him down as their gang leader ridiculed him some more and rained down his fists.

He was on his own, the staff would look away, a son of a random guy was being hit by the son of a politician , they wouldn't dare interfere. He was sure some of them even thought it was what he deserved for dying his hair pink.

The punches hurt. Jimin could taste blood in his mouth. This was going to ache. He wondered how long would it be before he passed out.

The last thing Jimin recollects is someone bashing the gang leaders head with bat and despite his sorry stare he can't help the laughter that winces out of him.

There was a solid ring of students watching the drama when they entered the cafeteria.

When Namjoon was about stop the bullies, a firm hand stopped him.

"Dont." Jin warned. "They aren't people you can mess with."

Namjoon scoffed internally. Still he stood a moment to consider his options. But Hoseok had other plans and took a bat from one of the students and hit the guys head head.

Namjoon assessed the situation. Then taking one of the milk cartoons he spilt it near the boy.

Before the guy could understand what was going on Hoseok pushed him causing him to fall on the milk.

The huge commotion had the discipline head coming in. One of the kids, the same kid who told them about Jimin had gone to inform the discipline head about the ruckus in the cafeteria.

The guy hollered dispersing the majority of the crowd. Namjoon took the bat and placed it near the bullies who didn't notice this action in the pandemonium. Luckily the bat didn't have blood on it still namjoon rubbed the handle to wipe of fingerprints.

Ah, if there were only stairs Joon mused to himself. He was impressed with Hoseok though. Even Jimin who had despite the odds managed to bruise some of the kids.

On the direction of the Disciplinary head and as a prefect Jin took Jimin to the nurse's office.

Mr. Shin was the name of the Disciplinary head. He had the boys stand in line.

"Which one of you wants to tell me why the kid is seriously injured and on his way to the hospital?"

The bullies stayed quite waiting for their leader who sat on a chair rubbing his head after a first aid with a bruised jaw along with a bruised ego. He was annoyed and was going to get the other kid expelled.

Before he could say anything Namjoon took his chance to tell the story.

"Sir I'm Jimin's friend, Namjoon." Namjoon offered.

"Speak." Mr. Shin said.

"Someone informed us that a few kids were bullying our friend, so we rushed to help him out, when we reached the cafeteria, the crowd was already built and all of them were hurting him. Hoseok and I tried to pull him away causing him to slip over a milk and fall backwards hurting his head. We have no complaints against them we just couldn't sit back watch our friend get hit without intervening." Namjoon supplied.

"No he hit Myung so with a bat." One complained.

"Yes yes.!!" The others chorused.

Mr.Shin smelt the boys jacket and it did smell like milk.

"This has milk on it."

The boys tried to protest.

"Silence. Are you telling me Namjoon spilt the milk after hitting his head with a bat."

A kid tried to speak.

"Shut up."

It's safe to say detentions were handled, the idiot Myung so transferred.

Evil can only be defeated by bigger evil. So Namjoon with the help of his new allies formed a gang which presides over the school.

Hoseok had so much fun kicking his old bullies and they even got to be the first to listen his jingle as J-Hope.

Namjoon later learned that Jimin was the son of a butler who worked at his father's house and Hoseok's sister worked at his mother's place.

Though the power was addicting.

His want for you only grew.

So he decided it was time to go give his darling mother a visit.

He looks soft 🤧 : looks like a cinnamon roll will kill you

Authors Note

This turned out a back story chapter. I hope it wasn't too boring but this is a full length fic so ig not all things might be fun but I think it's imp for the contextualisation. And the fighting I'm horrible at all actions please.

Also like I'm kinda sad to be winding up this thing because I'm highly attached to this story. Personally I like the mc turning from a people pleaser cause that's what she thinks taking responsibility mean to someone who will learn to make her own boundaries we ain't there yet in terms of writing but we will reach there.

Anyway have a nice day.

Taglist @sweetwolfcupcake ; @scuzmunkie ; @mintsugarmy

#bts au #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #kim namjoon #bts angst #bts yandere #yandere namjoon #soft yandere #yandere au #yandere x reader #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #kim namjoon x y/n #namjoon fic #bts mafia fic #bts mafia au #bts mafia series

[lowdowndandy]

In loving memory of Tom Waits (he’s not dead yet, just gettin’ real old) on his birthday -today, I’d like to reminisce about that time I was in a roll over the day after christmas. It does fray at the edges and reconnect where I’m going just trust me. Anyway. It was 2011, I’d failed out of one college and wasn’t able to foot the bill of the other i’d attended for the semester while I attempted to put my life in some semblance of .. anything really. To be fair, I was only about 20 and I don’t think anyone should have their life plotted out by then anyway because you always need a little wiggle room.

Where was I? Oh yeah.

I was hurtling along the interstate going sixty miles per hour in the passenger seat of a red ford owned (and operated, I’m far too gay to drive) by my high school friend. We’ll call her Leaves because I did, even though her mother hated it. “I named her Olivia for a reason!” she’d say. Then tell me I’m going to hell in the same breath. Wonderful woman, Wendy. I’m still surprised she never banned me from her house, even after I chopped her daughter’s beautiful hair into a shitty pixie cut when we were sixteen. Leaves must have had worse, even more Godless friends. Or maybe she figured if she tried to stop Leaves from seeing me her daughter might choose me over her and she wasn’t nearly brave enough for that.

I’m in the passenger seat going sixty and I’ve decided that Leaves doesn’t want to hear me read “Metamorphosis” by Jeffrey Lang. If you’re a Star Trek fan- no, if you’re a Data fan, I can only recommend it. If you’re driving at three in the morning from somewhere in New Hampshire to the middle of Massachusetts and your car is in the vicinity of Salem (the one in New Hampshire, not the fun witchy one) I’ve found it to be the last thing you want to be reading aloud when you’re struck with the realization that maybe, just maybe, you might be boring the woman driving because she’d never seen an episode of Star Trek in her life but she loved seeing how passionate you were-are- were.

The truck cab is warm while I’m holding my ipod touch- my parents got it for me for Christmas last year even though at the time I didn’t think I deserved it, and I’m playing Tom Waits’ “You are Innocent When You Dream” and ripping my throat imitating the deep gravel of his voice, I sound like a muppet fucked a plastic rock tumbler, but Leaves is laughing.

And that’s all I care about.

Then it’s three am on a lonely strip of interstate while I’m singing along to Tom Waits to my best friend and the truck hits a jersey barrier on the passenger’s side going sixty miles an hour and-

Time slows down.

There are sparks above my head-

We are upside down and-

Leaves is like a ragdoll in the driver’s seat but-

The pavement is so blue it’s like a dark horizon-

my ipod touch hits my chin as I brace my arms-

I call her name, my voice ragged already-

And then we’re hung suspended on our sides. Leaves is screaming. I’m not. I have to manually roll down my window, somehow the only one to survive the crash intact, unbuckle myself, climb out, grab Leaves (still screaming) and haul her out with me. We jump to the ground (the truck is on it’s side) and I pull my phone out of my pocket and call 911. We’re scraped and bruised but otherwise fine.

I look at Leaves.

She looks at me.

“Did you really just fall asleep to me singing Tom fuckin Waits?”

“Yeah”

#story time #I guess #tome waits #my writing #txt

[newjeans-winnie]

Korea ??(2012)

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With Mark passing the auditions, some sacrifices have to be made…One in particular Winnie didn’t want.

an: this takes place somewhere at the beginning of 2012 (march/april)

genre: angst/fluff (?)

warnings: none

“Remember when your brothers auditioned and sang?”

Winnie was the one that said they should become singers. Of course she remembered.

“Yes…” She was very confused why her parents would sit her down like this. They called her to sit at the kitchen table with her at head and them on the left and right if her.

Was she somehow in trouble? She knew she hadn’t done anything recently…Well except steal a cookie from the cookie jar with Marks help.

Both of her parents looked at her before continuing.

“Well, honey, what if we told you Mark passed the auditions?” Her mother always called her ‘honey’, the Winnie the Pooh thing always kinda stuck. But the way she said it this time didn’t seem normal.

Winnie simply shrugged and smiled. Of course one of them did. They would become singers, and make songs for her with her lyrics (they called them ‘funny lyrics’). Her brothers even encouraged her to write and they would make songs together (her favorite was the chicken nugget dance song).

“That means he becomes a singer right?” She curiously asked looking back and forth between her parents.

“Not quite…It might take a few years.” Her father was always the realest in the family. He somehow made every dream realistic, something that could always be reached.

But why did she feel as if they hadn’t told her the actual secret they were going to say.

“We have to leave. For Korea. So he can become a singer. We all have to move there so he can have us close by. We promise you’ll make new friends in Korea, honey.”

Oh.

“Oh.” Winnie didn’t want to move. She already had moved once in her life that she remembered. She was only in Pre-K but she remembered herself crying. Winnie didn’t want to cry and leave her friends now, she would never make new ones.

Tears started to form in her eyes but she somehow willed herself to say a near silent “okay.” She had gotten up from the table and went to her room slamming the door, eyes wet and nose sniffling.

Maybe if she just went and stayed in her room forever they would decide to just let Mark go, but she remembered she has to eat. Maybe if she threw a fit they wouldn’t take her, but then again they might drop her off at the place where unwanted kids were. Maybe if she could just be silent forever…

Yeah that’s what she was going to do.

Every time someone asked or said something she was going to write down an answer. It was probably time to start learning how to spell bigger words though.

While still thinking in her bed facing the wall and holding her favorite stuffed animal (a Pooh bear) she felt someone sit down beside her.

“Win?”

It was definitely Mark. The person making her leave in the first place. She surprising hadn’t even heard him come in. But she was determined to not talk to him or to anyone else.

“Win, c’mon. Mom and Dad said you left the kitchen crying.”

Winnie hadn’t budged, she laid still with her back facing Mark. When he tried to pull her to look at him, she just pushed him away.

“Winnie, I promise it won’t be that bad.”

Mark was met with silence. Winnie then felt her bed get lighter and the door close again. She turned towards the door and just sat on her floor. What if it did get bad? What if the new kids didn’t like her?Just thinking about it again made her start tearing up again. Suddenly her room door opened again and she heard the familiar tune of the song she helped write.

‘If you like chicken nuggets then you gotta sing along’

Mark had come in, iPod in hand blasting the instrumental while singing. He even decided to do a dance too. Just the sight of him made her giggle again.

‘If you like chicken nuggets, this is your favorite song’

‘If you like chicken nuggets you better sing along’

‘Yeah, chicken chicken nugget, yeah. Chicken chicken nugget, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.’

He then pulled Winnie off the floor and started twirling and spinner her making her laugh and giggle.

“Sing with me Win,” He laughed too and when he saw her shaking her head ‘no’ he started tickling her. The song was long over and Mark kept tickling her, while she kept kicking and laughing screaming ‘noooo’.

He then stopped and said “Truce? You’ll talk and I’ll stop tickling you. Okay?”

“Truce, but I want the chicken song again.”

~~~

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#kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop oc #newjeans #nwjns danielle #nwjns haerin #nwjns hanni #nwjns hyein #nwjns minji #new jeans added member #pre-debut winnie ! #winnie 2012 ! #newjeans added member #nwjns #newjeans member #newjeans addition

[winterstaryu]

Today I listened to Josh Groban music for the first time since my mom died.

I never had a lot in common with my maternal Grandmother, a love of words, procedural dramas, and Josh Groban. One of my earliest memories is getting overwhelmed during a camping trip and seeking refuge in my grandma's camping trailer, curling up on the fold-out bed and playing Josh Groban's Awake album on repeat until I was calm.

When I was 13 my Aunt gifted me her old Ipod shuffle. All I had access to at the time were the songs in my mom's ITunes library. Which consisted of Bon Jovi, the Noah's Ark soundtrack, and 4 different Josh Groban albums.

I've had sleeping problems my whole life. They started when I was about 11, I couldn't fall asleep at night, try as I might. But things changed that year, I had music. I listened to Josh Groban every night before bed, for probably 2 years. I still remember the order of the songs in my old Ipod library. I was almost always asleep by The Prayer.

I was 14 the day I had my first panic attack. I was doing an obstacle course for a church youth activity and I got stuck. The only thing that calmed me down was my trusty Ipod, and listening to the most familiar voice in the world to me, Josh Groban.

After that, my panic attacks got frequent. I would have them daily, sometimes multiple in a day. I was always exhausted, I wanted to die. I would later be diagnosed with the same depression my mom had, the one that made me feel at times that I didn't have a mother at all.

But night and day, I had my music, and no matter what, the familiar sounds never failed to calm me. I would feel like I was back, in that camping trailer, curled up in the sun.

When I was 16, my grandma died. The only ringtone I ever heard her use was a Josh Groban song. After, I would listen to that song and cry and miss her.

My old ipod has long since stopped working, but I still listen, anytime I feel lost or alone I play my favorite songs on repeat. It helps, even when I feel like the whole world is falling down around me.

I'm 17, it is just over a year after my grandma died and my mom is diagnosed with cancer. We caught it early, the prognosis is good, they say. I drive her to chemotherapy twice a week and we listen to Josh Groban in the car.

I'm 18, 6 months after being declared in remission, we are told that my mom's cancer is back. Cells, too small to be detected have spread through her lymph nodes. Words like metastatic float around my head. She has maybe six months to live.

I'm 19 when my mother dies. A global pandemic means almost no one is at the funeral, we sing Somewhere Over The Rainbow by her casket, and the next three months pass in a blur.

Everytime I think about Josh Groban I cry, the music that once felt like it connected three generations of my family now just reminds me that they are gone. I can't bring myself to listen.

I'm 23, and I'm finding joy in music again. I don't dance like I used to, but I understand myself better than I ever have before. I listen to different kinds, music to help me focus, music to help me feel the things I want so badly to repress and ignore.

So now I listen to Josh Groban, and there is sadness along with the safety and comfort, and it's okay. Enjoying the same things differently is a part of life. I am not the same person I used to be, but the music connects us the same way it connected me to my mom, my grandma.

#a clover? a talking clover!? #josh groban #suicidal ideation #cancer #family death tw #parental death tw

[uenodivision]

Even at this late, the legendary birthday of Ueno's notorious sukeban hasn’t yet come to an end as she finds the package wrapped in a pink furoshiki lying peacefully inside the mailbox in front of her current residence.

To be precise; this kind of wrapping style has already become the trademark of a certain division in Kansai. So, it’s not so hard to guess who is the sender of this one peculiar present.

Unwrapping the cloth with curiosity, the first gift exposed to her sight is a bit small but attracts her eyes nonetheless; it’s the portable crimson bluetooth speaker with a cool retro design. With this little buddy, she can enjoy listening and even sharing her favorite tracks anytime and anywhere she wants! This is no doubt a gift from a certain music lover who lives in Nara.

And the other gift resting at the bottom is a box full of sakura mochi stuffed with anko (sweet red bean paste) and strawberry. Honestly, there are too plenty of them to eat alone. On the box, there is the message scribbled with cutesy handwritings. 

“My grandma might have been carried away for a bit. She also said you have reminded her a bit of her distant youth, and by the time I noticed; we have already made a lot of them more than we expected... Haha, may you share them with others as you please.”

P.S. Last time I was in Ueno, I picked some cherry blossoms from the park to make the Sakura Shiozuke (Pickled Cherry Blossoms) and I also used some of them in the recipe this time. Ehehe, sorry for picking them without any permission ~So, as an apology, please enjoy the taste of your hometown’s blossoms.”

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…Meanwhile at Harumatsuya, Nara City.

“Oh~ So this time YuuYu is the one who delivered the gifts? How rare of you going somewhere else outside of our town.” 

“Hasn’t you remembered? Yumeno-sensei has invited me for some chat, so I took that as an opportunity to relay our presents to Busujima-san and Norikoru-san.”

“Eh? And if I remember correctly, isn’t today also your—”

“...Tell that old man I won’t stop by his mansion today.”

“Woah, OKAY? Why are leaving so soon? Just so you know, me and my grandma are always happy to have you as our dinner guest. We can even throw a party at Saigo-san’s place. He may be a bit grumpy but I think he doesn’t mind letting us doing something nice for you at least once in a while.”

“Thanks for your kindness, Hi-chan. But I feel like going home today, so I’d sadly like to have a pass.”

“Hey—”

With no more explanation left to be said, his friend and division leader has suddenly left the shop with the unreadable emotion reflected in his eyes.

Truthfully speaking, the wagashi artist felt like his usually kind and upbeat bestie was acting a bit weird for today.

Ah, it seems like this day is going to be a long day after all...

Looking at the gifts that had arrived, Aranai smirked, particularly at the Bluetooth speaker. Ever since she had misplaced her iPod, she had been saving up to buy a new one. But she had never thought to buy a Bluetooth speaker, so this gift was unwelcome. And hey, it kept more money in her pocket.

"I'll have to remember to take this thing with me when I go driving," Aranai said, setting it off to the side as she looked at the mochi. Truthfully, the former rebel didn't care much for rice cakes. She's tried them, but could never develop a taste for them. Still, the guy or whoever was nice enough to drop them off, so she reluctantly took a bit of one.

"Hmm, not bad." She said as she bit into it again. "Maybe I'll leave some for Shisuta. She goes nuts for these things."

Finishing it off, the former Bōsōzoku placed the rest in a plastic ziplock bag and tossed it in her handbag. Walking outside, she smirked as she turned her new Bluetooth speaker onto a random song by 86. Still with a smirk on her face, she quickly ignited her engine before speeding off down the street into her city of Ueno.

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #aranai norikoru #happy birthday aranai 2023 #nara division #miraitabi #yuuya kanata #asahi tomoharu

[slvttyfag]

it would be very fun to do that, your lap would be rlly nice to be in and id be very normal about it >///> my favorite stims are bouncing and rocking and flapping my hands (and making noises....also biting!!!! i will absolutely bite you any chance i get) !!!!! so i hope that wont be bothersome :3

i had pizza today for dinner !!!! my parents got it n it tasted extra nice bc you had answered around the time it came :D i havent watched dan and phil in a loooong time and im so bad with keeping up with them now, but i really wanna watch them again ;0; idk where to start !!!!!

i absolutely adore philosophy tube !!!!! i also love contrapoints and a billion other video essayists (like quinton reviews !!!) that would take sooo long to list, but i have a playlist of my favorites somewhere !!! it'd be neat to send a link and compare what we've seen :D

id love to see your ajj playlist !!!!!! unfortunately my spotify stopped working with my apk so i have to use my partners premium account, n finding all my music has been hard with my bad memory lol, so it'd be super cool to have that :33 n omg im glad you used to like musicals, im really into a few musicals n i sing them all the time (fun fact, im a soprano II/mezzo-soprano apparently !!) so it's good to know i wouldn't annoy you haha. if you wanna !!!!!!! i could make you a playlist of songs i like !!!!!!! i dunno if you'd be into them but it's fun to share :3!

also...a little random but im rewatching my favorite movie moulin rouge n im wondering if you've seen it ??? i have it memorized :D!

(n i don't mind a tag :333333 ive only had an anon tag once years ago with a rlly close n old friend so it's fun to have that again !!!!!)

- 🫀🦷

aww sugar ur so cute <3 u r welcome to my lap anytime it's open 24/7 for u <3 those r some awesome stims! my favourites are rocking too, flapping my hands, whistling, and tapping <3 biting is perfectly fine with me i love being covered in marks so pls do bite away cutie <3

nice! im so glad it was good! omg ur really so so sweet and cute i wanna kiss your sweet face so bad and buy you pizza whenever you want <3 so for dan and phil id recommend starting with gamingmas 2023! for december 2023 they did a video everyday leading up to xmas and theres some good videos in there! its in a playlist !!!!

yippee!!! u have good taste baby, id absolutely love to see a playlist of your favourites <3

fuck yeah! ill put the link here <3 omg i know that feeling i had an ipod nano when i was about 15 that i lost at a music festival and to this day im still hunting down the songs i had on there (>_<) :3 well sugar i can't ever imagine you annoying me, but you definitely won't with musicals i promise <3 i love learning about what you're into! would never make fun of u for stuff u enjoy <3 pls do!!!! id love to see that playlist :D

omg yes i have seen moulin rouge!!!! my best friend loves it a lot so ive watched it a few times and it rules. i also rly love ewan mcgregor as an actor and i think he's great in it! that's so cool that you have it memorized! i think one of the few movies i have memorized is Saw 2004 and maybe also Hereditary 2018

yippee!!! cutie <3

#asks #🫀🦷 anon

[unknwnxquantity]

My downfall is how I try to keep memories alive. I get scared I’ll forget them forever so I replay random memories from years and years ago to keep it alive in my brain so they don’t go down the abyss —the memory dump— like bing bong from inside out. Like a random Cartoon Network commercial of the scooby doo fruit snacks (or was it a cereal commercial?) from a pre recorded episode of justice league unlimited. Or me being on my sister’s computer in her room (during her teen years/my childhood) whether it was playing the Sims, Disney Magic Artist Studio game, being on iTunes or YouTube, right under her top bunk bed that you had to climb the ladder to get onto and we would sleep together in her bed sometimes bc we were besties. And the metal from the bed would constantly shake as if it would break on you any minute even if you moved an inch. Or when she gave me my first bratz doll that was hers, Cameron, and it started my little journey playing with bratz. Or when I had my hot pink razr flip phone 💁‍♀️ and would watch music on demand and put the phone close to the tv speaker to record the chorus of J Holidays Bed as my ringtone (I was not even double digits bro😭). Or being in this after school program in middle school for that one year and it being some of the best times of my life. Or that one time we got to text Disney channel which Hannah Montana episode we wanted to air before the others (it was out of 3 episodes… or 2? Idk if anyone knows what I’m talking about). Or my three way phone calls (after 8? Or 9pm? So it wouldn’t take from my minutes) I had with my two friends from that middle school at the time late at night and the one always having to hang up and being unreachable by phone half the time lol. Or listening to Alicia keys try sleeping with a broken heart on my sisters old iPod mini she gave me and had her songs still on it, and I sat on the floor heartbroken (like I knew what love was) for my 6th grade crush that had no idea I was obsessed with her😭 but all my friends did bc I’d alwaysss talk about how cute she was. Or my little big planet days being friends with people from the UK and building and playing levels. Or the first time I got my period and I was playing that game and texting that same crush at the time (I think I told her about it). It was summer, and my family and I were going somewhere In New York later that day, and my parents were in a weird period in their divorce where they were still together. Or going to see my cousins in the Bronx when I was younger almost every weekend at one point, with my one guy cousin who’s a year older and I thought he was the coolest person ever and I wanted to be him. Or being on vacation with my fam every year to Orlando til I was 11, and being in the car on the highway to Seaworld (we’d go to universal mostly tho) and Dolphin and Gold by Prince playing and it just feeling magical. We always listened to Prince. Or a random memory after an away softball game? Basketball game? From sophomore year of hs and thinking to myself, staring out the bus window on the ride back to our school, about why I think so deeply and feeling so alone in that and in my thoughts.

I like to keep random memories alive. I actively search for them to keep them in my consciousness and retrieve them like archives. I’m scared of forgetting. I’ve always been like that. Yearning for the past ever since I reached my teens. Escaping my reality. My dads like that too 🤣 But then it’s like… you miss what’s right in front of you right now that is gonna be something you’re nostalgic for in a couple years from now. It’s definitely my biggest setback. I just feel so connected to my past and my roots. My family, old tv shows, old connections, old video games. It’s what keeps me here today. But my life path is about letting go. I hold on with a death grip lol. What does it feel like to live in the present?

#unknwnxquantity