#i was kinda in my own world with music and being on the phone so since i wasn't expecting to see him it took a min to register lol

[icantalk710]

🤔

#i was walking to get a haircut earlier and i'm pretty sure i saw the guy i went on a date with back in June #i think we made eye contact and he was mouthing something? couldnt tell what or if it was a hi... #i was kinda in my own world with music and being on the phone so since i wasn't expecting to see him it took a min to register lol #walked up the block some thinking 'that was just Taylor right?' then turned around but dont think he did #it was one date but it was a really nice one and i've thought about him here/there #he wanted us to still be friends and i said i'd like that but he hasnt reached out--tho i did see him viewing my IG story recently #wondering if i should message him wondering if it actually was him but hmmm... iunno lol #has been kind of on mind since though #ore no inochi #reminds me i probably should get back to rewatching cardcaptor sakura which he got me doing lol #but for us now living in the same neighborhood for about 6 months i'm surprised we've only now possibly bumped into each other lil #*lol #[...i don't think i ever ate the ben & jerrys ice cream i bought at a bodega with him lol]

[lovesodakid]

what a tease.

chris x fem!reader

summary: y/n and chris have a ‘weird’ friendship. that friendship took a sexual turn one night. which ultimately led them to being friends with benefits. now, playing card games with everyone with slight teasing between two of them.

warnings: smut!, teasing, dom!chris(ish). should be it. *not proof read*

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“oh my god, nick!” i whine, throwing my face into my hands.

the triplets, madi, and i are all having a game night at the triplets house. we all collectively decided that we needed to have a night to our selves, all of us being so busy with work causing us to almost barely see each other anymore.

nick, matt, and madi sit on the couch as chris and i are sat on the floor in front of the coffee table facing the couch. a deck of UNO cards sitting in a nice stack in the middle of the table, while right beside it, is a messy stack of cards that’s been thrown down by each of us.

nick just threw the +4 card down on me.

“sorry y/n!” he giggles, showing anything but empathy in his face.

i groan before grabbing 4 cards off of the stack, earning myself 2 reverse cards, a +2 card, and a regular blue number 9 card.

chris being after me, he lays down his choice of card before speaking.

“you’re definitely the type to throw tables when you lose a game y/n/n.”

my eyebrows furrow as i shoot him a disapproving look.

“you are so insanely wrong,” i begin. “i might hate losing but i definitely don’t throw tables.”

“i don’t know, you kinda seem like that type.” matt chimes in.

i throw my hands in the air, opening my mouth to speak until i get cut off by nick and madi agreeing while laughing to themselves.

the game continues, music humming at a low volume coming from the tv.

once the game end games with matt winning, we sit around in the same spots, just talking about life and what our plans for the future are.

“i’m working on new designs for second choice right now, i don’t have anything else going on other than that at the moment.” madi explains to all of us.

“can i see some!” nick asks excitedly.

“of course!” madi smiles, grabbing her phone, scrolling on it, seemingly showing nick her designs as he lets out a few ‘oo’s and ‘ahh’s in adoration.

matt, sitting next to them scrolling on his own phone.

chris and i, sitting next to each other, also on our own phones. occasionally showing each other funny tiktoks that’s come across our for you pages.

“here.” chris says. pointing his phone toward me so i can see his screen.

i look over to his phone, expecting some video of someone falling, like he’s showed me pretty much everytime he decides to show me something.

but oh. was i wrong.

when i look at his phone, it’s one of those slide pictures, with a red background. i swipe two times before reading the words on the red screen.

“you look good in clothes. but you’d be looking fine ash without them.”

im surprised my eyeballs didn’t come rolling out of my head by how wide my eyes opened, along with my mouth.

i shake my head, pushing his phone away from me as he lets out a small chuckle.

a few moments go by, occasional conversations between nick and madi, sounds coming from our phones, and the music in the background filling the silence.

until i feel a warmth on my exposed thigh, due to my pajama shorts. i look down, noticing chris’s hand almost completely covering it. god. how i love his hands.

i quickly come out of my trance of staring at his hands as i look up to him, furrowing my eyebrows.

he notices, and mouths a quick “what?”.

i look down to his hand, then back up to him, almost as if to say: “what are you doing?”

with that, he just gives me a cocky grin as he turns his attention back to his phone, keeping his hand on my thigh.

thankfully, it seems like everyone else is in their own little world, completely oblivious to chris’s actions as he slowly and sensually works his hand more upwards. closer and closer to my center until his middle and ring finger are slightly ghosting over the middle of my shorts.

“hey y/n/n, do you want to see my new designs?” madi asks, turning her phone around to face me as she slightly leans over the coffee table.

“sure!” i smile, leaning my own body forward a little bit.

in my peripheral vision, i notice chris’s face being taken over by a sly smirk. before i can question it, i feel a quick up and down motion right on my clothed clit. that’s why he was smirking.

“so…what do you think?” madi asks, excitedly.

i clear my throat to choke back a small moan as his finger movement speeds up. “t-they’re gorgeous!” i chirp back.

she smiles sweetly at me as she leans back into the couch, attention going back to her phone.

i turn my own attention on to not making any sounds as chris continues to speedily move his fingers against me.

i grab his hand with mine, harshly moving it to his own lap as i leave it there. which causes him to quickly snap his head toward me with the most smug grin on his face.

i roll my eyes, turning my phone back on to scroll through instagram.

“hey do you guys wanna bake some brownies?” nick questions the group excitedly.

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“and now we wait 30 minutes.” madi tells us, setting the pan of uncooked brownies into the oven.

“i don’t know if i can wait that long!” chris groans loudly.

“you’ll be fine kid.” matt chuckles, picking up the trash that was left over from our baking.

i walk over to get the bowl of brownie batter. because everyone knows brownie batter is the best part about brownies.

i swirl the spoon around the bowl, picking up some of the left over mix. i lift it up to my mouth, licking the spoon clean as i hum at the chocolatey taste.

i go to put the spoon back in the bowl to scoop up the rest but i stop as i get the feeling of eyes burning holes into me. i look up, noticing chris staring at my mouth. like his eyes can’t be ripped away.

i smile to myself, scooping up the rest of the batter before i stick my tongue out, slowly licking up the spoon. i hold eye contact with chris as i do so.

“hey y/n…can you come help me pick out an outfit for our next photo shoot?” chris asks, a small hint of urgency lacing his voice.

i nod my head, putting the empty bowl and spoon into the sink.

“don’t take too long, we got brownies to eat!” nick exclaims as chris and i make our way to his room.

well more of chris dragging me to his room.

once we get to his bedroom door, he swiftly opens it, pulling me into the room behind him. he practically slams the door shut as he pushes me against the back of it, pinning me to it.

“what the fuck was that?” he rasped.

i furrow my eyebrows, allowing a playful smirk to spread across my face.

“what?” i question dumbly.

“you know what.” he retorts.

i shake my head side to side. “no i don’t.” i say mockingly.

he lets out a low chuckle before leaning into me, his lips grazing over my ear. i’d be a fool to say the sound of his husky laugh coming from his mouth didn’t turn be on tremendously.

“licking that spoon like that?” he rasps, lifting his left hand to caress the left side of my face as he breaths into my right. “the same way you use that tongue on my dick?”

he closes the gap, his mouth attaching itself on that spot right under my ear.

“chris!” i yelp breathlessly, the tingling in my abdomen becoming almost unbearable from the teasing earlier and now this.

“hmm?” he hums. “what is it baby?” he detaches hisself from me, staring into my eyes.

i whine at the detachment as i return his gaze.

“i need you.” i whine in a whisper.

“mhm.” he hums, a smirk present on his face as he connects our lips.

our lips dance across each other smoothly like a ballerina sways across a stage.

his left hand slides from my cheek to my neck, wrapping his hand around it firmly as he pulls me off the door.

he swiftly turns me around, walking me backwards until the back of my knees hit the smooth frame of his bed.

he intensifies the pressure on my throat. but as quickly as he does, it’s also gone as he uses that to push me onto the pillowy soft comforter of his bed.

my body bounces from the impact before stopping, sinking into the mattress.

he waists no time in using his hands to loop around the waistband of my pajama shorts, yanking them down. they end up finding home somewhere on his bedroom floor.

“god ‘ma. did i do this to you?” he groans, noticing the wet patch in my orange lace underwear. he takes his index finger, running it up and down my clothed folds. repeating his steps from earlier.

my hips buck up, not expecting the sudden motion.

“chris!” i cry out.

“shh baby,” he removes the hand from my center, covering my mouth with it. “don’t want them to hear you, hm?”

i nod my head. he smirks, removing it. “think you can handle being quiet?” he husks, removing his sweatpants.

i nod my head once again, this time at a faster pace than before.

he pushes his red boxers down, stepping out of them. his cock visibly throbbing, needing attention.

he kneels back down between my legs, his hands making their way up the plush of my thighs. once he reaches the lining of my panties, his fingers hook around them before skillfully gliding them down. which also end up making home on his bedroom floor.

“we gotta be quick ‘ma.” he breathes out. referring to the fact that there’s still a house full upstairs.

he crawls over me, using his hands to hold himself up as they come on each side of my head.

“you ready baby?” he cooes, rubbing his hand up and down my clothed stomach. the both of us only being nude from waist down.

“yes.” i whisper, entangling my hand in his hair.

he smiles as he looks down between us. i moan softly as his tip begins pushing into me.

“fuck.” he groans as he bottoms out, his head falling into the crook of my neck.

“move chris, please.” i whimper.

he pulls out, leaving his tip in before he pushes back in at a slow pace.

he continues the slow thrusts, my walls hugging his dick in all of the right ways.

“chris, faster!” i moan out.

almost as if he was waiting for me to say it, he speeds his thrusts. rutting into me at a harsh but pleasurable pace.

“taking me so well, hm?” he grunts into my ear. the rasp of his voice traveling through my ear straight to my pussy.

the tip of his dick continuously kissing the sweet spot inside me, sending me over the edge.

“mm-fuck.” i moan quietly, reminding myself of the people upstairs.

“were you thinking about this when you were licking that spoon like that?” he grunts. “maybe next time you can use that pretty little tongue on my cock?”

i moan in response. his hips snapping into mine at a quick pace.

“chris-i’m gonna cum!” i warn, feeling the coil in my stomach get closer to snapping.

“c’mon baby, cum for me.” his already quick pace speeding.

almost as if my body needed confirmation, the coil snaps immediately. ecstasy coating my body.

“fuck.” chris moans in a grunt. his hips sputtering as he paints my insides white.

we lay with our body’s connected for a moment as we both catch our breaths.

he eventually pulls out, causing both of us to hiss at the slight overstimulation. he walks to his bathroom, grabbing a towel to clean the both of us up.

once we’re both clean, he dresses himself before dressing me.

“let’s head up now, yeah?” he pulls me up, leaving a small kiss on my forehead as i nod.

we both make our way out of his bedroom, back upstairs to join everyone else.

“took you long enough! the brownies are done!” nick yells excitedly. a plate with a half eaten brownie sitting on it. matt and madi sitting with him at the table.

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a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long to get out !! im working on sts 6! and sorry this is so rushed, esp towards the end, i kept zoning out during it so it lowkey kinda sucks lol

(also thank you to @imwetforyourmom and @bernardsbendystraws for lowkey helping me out w this 🙏)

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#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo

[wheeboo]

spoiler: i kinda like u | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which you share earphones with the boy on the train. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, kinda strangers to lovers, implied college au WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 1.7k

requested by @enhazen

notes: this is a late birthday gift to you shay <3

It's a recurring thing at this point: you board the train to and from university, sit at the very same spot each time, and then you wait for him. You know he goes to the same university as you because you recognise the school hoodie that he wears sometimes, and you both always get off at the same stop before going on your own ways.

And then he sits next to you. Yes, next to you. Why is that? Because the moment he takes his place next to you on the train, he offers an earphone towards you.

It had all started the moment he noticed you glancing down at his phone at a particular movie he was watching, seemingly interested despite not hearing a single thing and simply reading the captions. You didn't think he would notice, but he does, and a few minutes later you find an earphone being offered in your direction. At that point, you gave him the grand nickname of the cute boy on the train, because there wasn't any other way to describe him.

Then whenever the train reaches your shared stop, the two of you seemingly exchange a knowing glance with each other as if communicating Have a good day, which later became, Same time tomorrow? in the present day, with the addition of that small smile to his face that always makes your heart jump. You like to think that it grows wider a bit every day.

Conversations hardly stretched beyond sharing your thoughts of the movie, except for the one time you mustered the courage to finally ask for his name. His name is Vernon. The cute boy on the train now has a name.

When Vernon boards the train today, he already has his earphones in, head bopping to a song blasting in his ears. As he catches sight of you, you see the way his eyes widen ever so slightly when he notices you were both wearing the same school hoodie in different colours. Then he sits next to you, and you feel the warmth of his arm grazing against yours for a moment. Swiftly, he switches his screen from music to Netflix, scrolling to find the movie you were watching together yesterday, before offering an earphone to you like it was routine.

You take his earphone gratefully and plug it in your ear, scooting a bit closer to the point where the sleeves of your hoodies were barely touching.

“I… may have accidentally seen a spoiler earlier,” Vernon tells you guiltily, his voice low.

You scoff as if offended. “You promised you wouldn’t.”

His ears grow red. “Dude, it-it popped up on my for you page, and then I couldn’t scroll past it because of the WIFI𑁋”

You can't help but let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head playfully. “It’s fine, I’ll let it slide. Just be more careful next time, and don't scroll through TikTok or reels or whatever."

Vernon elicits a sigh of relief, a sheepish grin to his face. “I’ll try my best.”

The movie begins, and you quickly find yourselves engrossed. The train sways gently as you both fade into the story playing on the screen, and you were leaning more towards him to get a better angle of the movie. The two of you attempt to keep in your giggles whenever the humourous scenes pop up, or whisper comments to each other during the intense moments that you can barely hear for the sake of not disturbing anyone around you. 

At times, you notice that Vernon occasionally steals glances in your direction to make sure you’re still paying attention, which you are. You pinpoint the way his lips curl into a small smile whenever your eyes meet, and it makes you shyly avert your gaze back down to the movie.

Sometimes he makes comments on particular scenes as if he was in his own little world, and you can't help but listen to every word. It's adorable, because you see the way his eyes light up whenever he speaks, and you wonder if he's some sort of secret movie critic.

In his own time, he probably is, to be honest.  

As the movie continues, you feel your head slowly succumbing to a certain heaviness, finding yourself gradually leaning more against Vernon's shoulder. It's not intentional, but Vernon doesn't seem to mind; in fact, he subtly adjusts to a more comfortable position. Today was oddly exhausting, and you were really trying hard not to let it show as the movie plays.

But when the first yawn escapes your lips, you knew your body was beginning to surrender to the tiredness.

When the movie reaches a calm scene, you feel your eyelids droop. You're still trying your best to stay awake to not miss anything, but the need to lay your head down on something and the swaying of the train fight back. Vernon mutters something about the scene on the screen, but you can barely hear it.

As you press more against his shoulder, Vernon's gaze flicker down at you, and when he catches sight of your fluttering eyes, he pauses the movie and tries to shift his shoulder, making sure your head doesn’t hang off. But the movement jerks your eyes open suddenly.

“Sorry, I-I was watching.” Then you blink a few times and end up yawning again, a heat of embarrassment sprouting in your face as Vernon softly chuckles.

He watches the way you rub tiredly at your eyes and straighten your posture, before clearing his throat a bit loudly.

“You can… lean on my shoulder if you’re tired. I don’t mind. We can watch next time."

You glance at his eyes and then to his shoulder, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you meet his gaze again. “Are you sure? I wouldn't... want to be all up in your personal space."

All he does is smile gently. “Yeah, it's fine. I’ve got you.”

You take a moment to encase his words in your heart, before shifting closer to him and letting your head find its rightful place on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, you take in the scent of his hoodie and the warmth radiating from his body. 

On the other hand, Vernon tenses for a split second when he feels you settle next to him, before quickly relaxing. Turning on his phone again, he lowers the volume and selects a calm and soft song, the sound flowing directly through the earphone in your ear, his fingers rhythmically tapping against his leg.

After some time, Vernon glances down at you curiously. Your mouth was slightly open, soft breaths floating in the air, appearing peaceful as ever. He just smiles to himself, finding a yawn of his own leaving his own lips, and his heartbeat quickens nervously to a sudden thought popping in his mind.

No, he can't do that, but the exhaustion felt contagious. Perhaps playing a calm song was a bad idea (for him, at least), his eyelids growing heavier as the song shifts to the relaxing sounds of a piano. He feels his body inch impossibly closer to you, then after a long moment of contemplation, he lets his head slowly tilt until it rests on top of yours.

Somehow, it's enough to ease the tiredness tugging at him. He's careful not to disturb you, but little did he know that the moment you felt a certain pressure land at the crown of your head, your drowsy awareness woke back up, and you notice the way his fingers slow its tapping on his leg, before finally halting.

You take in a long, deep shaky inhale, before closing your eyes again, your heart racing an marathon in your chest. His head against yours feels weirdly comfortable.

The two of you rest side by side on a train filled with people in their own quiet headspace. LIke a movie, the scenery changes outside, but this moment right now is frozen, and time seems to slow. Vernon manages to keep himself awake, knowing that one of you has to be aware of when your stop is. His gaze remains out the window, but his thoughts centre curiously around you.

And then, as all rides must, it nears its end. Vernon stirs beside you, his head lifting off yours as he takes a second to stretch out his legs, being cautious not to startle you.

Then as some other people gather their belongings, he taps a few times to the top of your head.

"Hey," he murmurs softly. "We're here."

He swears he feels his heart beating loudly in his chest as he watches you slowly rise. Your eyes flutter open, and you blink groggily at him, then glance around realising that the train was slowly coming to your familiar stop.

"Thanks," You mumble sleepily.

"You looked like you needed it," Vernon teases lightly as he grabs his backpack.

You rub at your eyes again, scratching at the back of your neck shyly. "Yeah, uh... Sorry about that. I really wanted to watch the movie but I guess I was just too tired. Long day, you know?"

He just gives you a warm smile. "Don't worry about it. We can watch another time."

As the train comes to a complete stop and the doors slide open, you both gather your belongings and step out onto the platform. The day had reached the beginning of the evening, and the sky was painted in an array of pink and orange. You both walk together, a comfortable silence between puncuated by the occasional sounds of the city and the shuffling of other people around you.

When you both fully exit out of the premises, you turn to look each other and exchange that same look.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask him with hopeful, apologetic eyes.

He gives a simple nod, offering you a faint smile. "Definitely."

Then the two of you trail in your usual opposite directions, and as you feel the cool air meet the skin of your hands, you stuff them inside the pockets of your hoodie.

But then you feel something brush against your fingers. Taking it out, you realise it's a folded up piece of paper.

And upon unfolding it, you read the words on the page:

get some good rest tn :) also shhhh i'm gonna tell you the spoiler....

i kinda like u :) XXX-XXX-XXXX

╱l (°ˎ。 7 |、 ~〵 じし ˍ ,)ノ - vern

It makes you freeze in your step, and when you spin around with a wide smile to hopefully catch sight of Vernon, you see that he wasn't anywhere to be found.

taglist (open) ʚɞ @enhazen @haowrld @ylliris-hanniehae @icyminghao @slytherinshua @jeonride @lockburn-castle

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[cottoncandyswisherz]

everybodys type

um, this is based on the song im the shit by sexyy red. this song will always hold a special place in my heart, as it should all of you. luv yall! stay safe!

bf!matt x black!reader

warnings: HATERZZZ, swearing, suggestive content

when i say her bsf name is maddie i dont mean the icon ms. filipowicz, i mean my besties name is madison and we call her maddie so madi haters, grow up, touch grass and eat my ass<3

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toes white, pussy tight, im all these niggas type. brown skin, tatted up, bad bitch dont give no fuck.

the club was booming. everyone was having a good time dancing and rapping along to the music that vibrated the walls.

y/n sat in her section, with her boyfriends tatted arm slung around her shoulder. this was how she loved to be. in social situations but in her own world with the people she loves.

the people being, her man (matt), her bestfriend (maddie), and her mans brothers (nick and chris).

everyone was vibing. maddie had found a girl to dance with, chris was somewhere with his girl of the night, nick sat comfortably on the side of the couch opposite y/n and matt.

moral of the story is, everyone was at peace.

that until a girl with a lifting lace approached the section with a stank expression.

"can i help you?" y/n asked, a quizzical look on her face.

what is shawty doing over here? was the thought going through her mind.

"um, i was just wondering if i could get a picture with, um, with matt."

oh no it's a fucking groupie... at that moment she just pulled out her phone and made herself busy because what matt did after that had nothing to do wit her.

"um, im kind of chilling with my girlfriend right now." matt said, pulling y/n closer into him.

"girlfriend? her?" the groupie pointed at y/n in shock, an almost disgusted look on her face. "she doesn't really seem like your type..."

who the fuck... now was the time for the girlfriend in question speak up.

"i mean i think im everybodys type." y/n looked the girl dead in her eyes with a smile. "but i cant be too sure. whatchu think baby?" she looked at her boyfriend and stood up, pulling her blue shades off her face to rest on her forehead.

matt couldn't really see her in that moment because she was wearing a black shirt but he had her body memorized.

despite her short stature, y/n had long legs that were elongated by her platforms. her tits sat perfectly with no bra, but the bra and tied black & blue tee she had on did wonders, flaunting the solar system tattoo she had on her abdomen. with all of that being said, his favorite part of her body was her face. her small nose, full lips, defined cheekbones. she was perfection personified.

he didn't even have to answer the question as a crooked smile graced his lips. he motion for his woman to come to him. patting his lap he said "come here."

and she did. she sat with her back to his chest and turned her head to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. then she grabbed his chin and turned her head to super groupie with a smirk.

"i eat hoes like you for breakfast." she said and waved the girl off.

she heard the girl scoff and stomp off, but she ignored it and turned back around to her man, who was now gripping her waist from behind her.

"you alright?" he asked, rubbing circles on her bare waist.

"im perfect." she hummed and gave a quick kiss. "are you alright?"

"not even gonna lie, im kinda hard right now." she smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, this time deep, and with intent.

she turned all the way, straddling matt and continued the kiss, moving from his soft lips (shop space camp) to his neck, peppering kisses and licks from his jaw to his ear, before pulling away and looking him in his eyes.

"yall are fucking gross." nick, who they'd forgot was there, groaned.

the couple laughed and y/n dug her face into the crevice of matts shoulder and neck, before raising back up and tellin him what she wanted.

"take me home matt." she whispered

taglist: @mattslolita @hoesformatt @dazednmatthews

niyah speaks💗

first fic!!! be brutally honest pls. if its corny tell me and ill end my career now.

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #black girls of tumblr #blackgirls4matt

[automaticpizzahologram]

I'm not German or speak German so sorry if I translate it wrong just blame Google translate

Both bill and the reader are 16

" Hallo i-ich bin y/n" ( hello I'm y/n).

I say, well try to say. I'm trying to learn German by myself just for something to do. I don't think I will ever need it but it's gonna be awesome to say I can speak more than one language and that's German, plus German people have amazing accents that make them sound fantastic.

I sit on the swings staring down and the miniature sized book in my hands . Even though I'm swinging slightly the swing still  screeches . It's not the best park, it has a broken roundabout that barely spins, the slide gives kids burns no matter what you wear. The over flowing bin thats full of beer bottles and other stuff I probably don't want to know about.

Everything in the park has worn out, dull paint on it. It looks like no one has been in for years and that's kinda true ever since the new park was added all the younger kids go there, it's in the nicer part of town as well.

It seems as though only drug addictics, drunkes and some teens go to this park now which is normally at night so sometimes I get this place all to myself.

My eyes quickly skim the page.

"alright so they pronounce their 'w' 's as v' s. So wine would be vine?" I look up to the clear blue sky and sigh. Closing the book I put it on the floor. I pick up my phone from the ground and skip my music till I find a more upbeat song, I place my phone back on to the floor then I start to swing getting higher and higher.

I sit swinging for about 45 minutes being in my own little world while listening to music watching the world go by. I slowly slow down draging my feet on the gravel and pull myself to a stop. I slip off my headphones and place them around my neck. Jumping of of the swing I bend down and pick up my book, phone and my bottle of water, I place my phone into my Jeans pocket. I start to head out of the park when I drop my waterbottle . I reach down stretching my arm out ready to grab the bottle when another hand beats me to it. I look up at the person ready to say thank you and I'm met with a really pretty, tall, skinny boy with longish black hair. 

" Thanks, you didn't have to do that but I appreciate it"

"Don't worry, it was no problem. I'm Bill" the German accent catching my attention. Bill holds my bottle out and I reach to get it.

" Thanks" I say again "I'm y/n" grabbing the waterbottle.

Bill steps to the side  slightly and that's when I notice another boy with dreadlocks.

"This is my brother Tom."

" it's nice to meet you but I probably should be going. Have a nice day" I say and continue to walk out of the park and along the path heading home. I turn to look back at the park and catch bill still looking at me, he doesn't turn away quickly as I thought he would, he just continues to look. I turn back around and continue my way home.

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I kick my shoes of at the door and set down my book and waterbottle on the bench. I look at my waterbottle thinking back to the boy in the park and his brother, they looked about my age.

I open the snack cupboard and take out a pack of sour patch kids I grab my book and water and head up to my room.

Closing the door I chuck the sour patch kids on my bed as well as my waterbottle .

My room isn't very big. It has light gray walls with windows on both the front and the back of my room. My beds near the front of the room, my conserlation bedding make my room look more  neater for some odd reason. I have about fifty thousand plants dotted around in different coloured plant pots. My room doesn't really have a theme it's just random.

For a small room I have a lot of stuff and I don't even need it. I don't use the things so there's no point in having them but it's the fact that most of the stuff is gifts and things that I might in the future, who knows.

I walk over to my bed and  get on. lying on my stomach I reach to my right and put my book on my book shelf that has far to many books for it, and if I'm being honest I have 4 books on the go that need finishing.

I open the bag of sour patch and start scrolling on Instagram.

After about 15 minutes I get bored. I chuck my phone to the side and get up from my bed streching as I do so.

I hear the door open and close from my mum coming in from work.

"I'M BACK " she shouts. My mums pretty chill, just don't get on her bad side.

"OK" I shout back

"is your sister In?"

"no, she's staying at jasmine's tonight"

" should we order in tonight then"

I run out of my room and down the stairs into the sitting room. Not only is my room small every rooms small. My mum's sitting on the sofa scrolling through what I'm guessing is a takeaway menu.

"how does Chinese sound?"  mum says looking up from the menu on her phone.

"yeah that sounds great"

We normally order in if maddison is out because she doesn't like eating fatty foods, she says its going to ruin her skin and figure . I mean when I was 14 i had okay skin a few spots every now and then  but I didn't stop eating stuff  because of it. The acne has gone now thankfully, and I'm happy about how I look because I relised that unless I get plastic surgery, which is hella expensive, I can't change the way I look.

About 12 minutes later mom gets a phone call.

I don't pay attention until I hear my name being mentioned, I turn my head towards mum now interested in the conversation that mums having.

"No, I'm sure she'll be fine with going, one sec, I'll tell her"

"y/n, sweetheart, maddison wants to go to this concert thing with jasmine in 2 or 3 weeks, apparently they have vip tickets or what ever you call them. And they want you to go are you okay with that" she says looking over to me

"yeah, sure, I don't mind"  mum turns back to facing forward again.

" your sister says yes she'll go with you"

"Okay, bye love you" mum hangs up the phone and turns back towards me.

" Are you sure you're okay with going?"

"yeah I need to get out anyway, did she say who we're going to see"

"no I don't think so, only that they have back stage passes, apparently jasmine's parents bought them for her and accidently bought 3 instead of two without knowing. You know how rich people are"

Hi everyone thanks so much for reading.

I have no clue what happens at a concert cause I have never been to one never mind back stage so please bare with me. I'll try and update as much as I can.

#bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #fem reader

[dirtysvthoughts]

𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER TWO

pairing: model! minghao x stripper! reader

word count: 1.5k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, hao’s sorta kinda a regular customer, soft dom! minghao, steamy/intense makeout session, super/mullet minghao inspired, partial nudity, vip room sex, slight use of pet names (doll, masterpiece, baby), aaand i think that’s it

playlist songs: adorn - miguel, mushroom chocolate - quin & 6lack, anime girls - melli

notes: thank y’all for the love on pd so far! i’m getting notifs nonstop and that makes me really happy :’) hope you enjoy this week’s chapter!

taglist: @im-gemmy , @enhacolor, @hooniewnderland , @svtup , @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol (let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist)

you apply the finishing touches to your makeup, admiring how you looked in your silver sequined two-piece set and matching seven inch heels. to your surprise, you could already hear the loud atmosphere from the dressing room - and it wasn’t even 11 o’clock yet.

“it’s gonna be a good night,” you think to yourself, smiling to yourself at the thought of you covered in hundred dollar bills.

before you head out, you scroll through your phone one last time, looking at your social media feeds. double tapping on a friend’s post, you see a notification appear at the top of your screen.

minghao: hey, are you working tonight? i’m back in town for a show, but i need to relax and see you 😩

you bite down on your lip, your eyes rereading the message and your brain taking in every word. minghao is a famous model, somewhere in the world he was always in a show, walking the runway for all of the luxury brands. his handsome looks and his insanely gorgeous figure made him the it-boy every designer and photographer dreamed of.

you first met minghao at the club a few months ago, when he came for a magazine shoot and his friends decided to take him out. the second you laid eyes on each other as you were walking around the main floor, he took you by the hand and soon you were dancing for him in front of everyone. it didn’t take long to convince minghao about getting a room, your body clenching around nothing as you think about how big and hard he was in those jeans when you started to grind on him, thanking the heavens that your outfit made it possible to feel everything.

😈: hao! yeah, i’m gonna be working tonight. pay for a room as soon as you get here and i’ll be waiting 😏

minghao: i’ll try and get there within the hour. see you soon babe ❤️

you quickly toss your phone to the side when you hear your name being called, realizing that you would just have to kill some time before you got your main event.

——

as soon as they get through the doors (an hour later like he said), minghao walks in with his entourage, his dress shirt buttons deliciously exposing some of his toned chest, and his black distressed jeans accenting his legs. met with some screams, he greets his crowd as his people make sure he’s given enough space.

the music has switched a bit, and more sultry, intimate tunes fill the building. your hips rotating in rhythm as mushroom chocolate’s chorus comes on, playing with the straps of your top as you flirt with the customer in front of you.

so immersed in your own world, you don’t even realize that minghao has finally spotted you and approaches your space, sitting down a few inches away from your audience. your eyes for a split second reveal your shock and surprise, and minghao can’t help the smirk that crawls on his face.

“did you think i wouldn’t show up? i’m hurt, my pretty little doll. you know i’m a man of my word.” you stop dancing and walk towards him, gingerly sitting his lap, both your legs on opposite sides of his.

“mmm, trust me, i know you are, you know it’s just been a minute since i’ve seen you hao.. you look different,” you trail off, eyes wandering all over his body. did his muscles get bigger or something?

“good different or bad different?” he asks.

but before you can respond, someone clears their throat. the person sitting across from you and minghao stares in disbelief. right… you still had someone to “take care” of. you sigh, kind of wishing that you had gone straight to a room so your time with minghao would’ve been interruption-free.

“give me a sec, hao,” you say crawling off his lap, missing the contact and approaching the other customer. “i’m sorry, but it looks like i have to cut this short,” you say feigning a fake disappointment. “but, if you decide to wait for me, i can guarantee it’ll be worth the wait,” you say taking the cash on the floor, bending over in front of the two, teasing them. obviously you don’t notice, but minghao bites his lip at the sight, hoping that he would get to see that again in the next few minutes.

when you’re done, you take him by the hand and the lead the way up the stairs to the vip rooms. you stop at the first empty one you see, brushing the curtains away as he lets go of your hand to face you.

“you never answered my question, y’know,” he says staring directly into your eyes. you stare back at him a little confused, already forgetting what he had said earlier.

he laughs, “wow, you forgot already? what’s going on doll?”

“nothing,” you say chuckling back at him, “i just, have a lot on my mind now.. and it’s mostly you..”

“oh? care to tell me more?” he says, putting his hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“i guess to answer your question, it’s a good different… you’re always hot, but tonight, hao? you’re fucking irresistible,” you swipe your tongue across your lips, biting down on your skin.

“really now?” he smiles, his lips inches away from yours. but before you can say anything else, his mouth crashes on your soft, pillowy lips, trying to take in as much as he could of you.

you put your arms around his neck, trying to bring him in closer as you match his energy and enthusiasm. minghao’s hands begin to roam your body, especially your breasts. he couldn’t help but admire how temptingly delicious they looked in your bra piece. you moan into his touch at every little trace and brush, craving for more.

“mm, minghao!” you whimper when he get adventurous and delicately touches your crotch, and you clench yet again around nothing. you continue to moan out his name in bliss and neediness, but after a minute, an idea pops in your head.

“m-minghao, you wanna take this to the couch?” you say trying to snap him out of his daze for a second.

without another word, he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the couch, your mouths still on each others. when he finally feels his legs against the edge of the furniture, he sits down, placing you on his lap.

not wanting to wait any longer, minghao takes off your bra, slowly revealing the top half of your body. he hisses at the sight, nearly groaning out at how the colorful lights in the room added to the glow that covered your body.

“you’re such a masterpiece,” he says as he once again guides his hands toward your body, this time paying extra attention to you chest.

while he was focused on that, you took to the opportunity to unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. he realizes where you wanted to go, and helps you get them, as well as his boxers off. once they both pool at his ankles, you smile when you can finally get to what you want after all the foreplay.

as you sink down on him, you both let out a loud moan feeling of being inside each other. “g-god, fuck,” you whisper into his ears clawing down his back, pressing into his chest. even though the music has long been forgotten to you, somehow your hips naturally grind to the rhythm. minghao notices and takes hold of your waist, guiding them in the right places. “god, you feel so good, baby,” he groans.

slowly but surely, you begin to feel a good pressure build in your core, your whimpering getting more frantic. “ahhh shit, shit, minghao, m-minghao,” you begin to move faster wanting to release all over him. and when he hits the right spot in you, you can no longer hold back, and you nearly scream, coming all over the lower half of his body.

you try and catch your breath, not wanting to come down from your high, but remembering you still had a job to do. “fuck, i needa go back downstairs soon,” you say getting up to find your bra top.

“do you have to go back now?” he asks, pulling his boxers and pants back up.

“well, not right this second,” you respond fastening your straps. “did you wanna stay a little longer?” you smile sweetly.

“yeah,” he says leaning back on the couch, returning your sultry gaze. “haven’t seen you dance for me in awhile,” he plams himself over his pants, already getting worked up at the memory.

you walk towards the pole, your arm holding onto the pole. “then minghao, be prepared for a dance you’ll never ever want to forget,” you say hooking your legs to spin on the pole.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #minghao smut #the8 smut #minghao scenarios #the8 scenarios #minghao imagines #the8 imagines #minghao fanfic #the8 fanfic #dsvtt: kenny’s works #dsvtt: private dancer

[memyselfandmya]

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Spoilers below the cut, and warning it's long. My thoughts are all over the place rn so you'll get more organized posts tomorrow

Ep. 1

“Just the one.” FML

Darius you’re such a funny little guy

“I’m not talking about the island I’m talking about what happened after.” AHHHHHHH. The way this line was delivered and animated.

The family photos on the wall feel so symbolic. 

It’s sad how Darius has to go through this process of grief again.

What’s Brand doing to get himself into trouble?

*soft music plays* “And here with me live are the improbable survivors of the Jurassic World incident, the Nublar Six” CAN YOU HEAR ME FUCKING SOBBING.

Ben scrunched over that little compute please I can’t 😭

What’s especially sad about Darius’ grief is that he’s not just sad and depressed as if he’s accepted her death, it’s that he pushed himself into a sort of state of almost denial where he’s still calling her and stuff.

These raptors are freaky

1st episode over yayyyy

Ep. 2

Not the keys Darius 

The tensionnn

Ben and his driving skills 

Ben’s poor van

Ben still being the well prepared man he is

Ben…I’m concerned what is that board you have going on there

Why are these grown ass men living such horrible lives? Eating canned cheese out of a dirty mug? A spoon in a boot that makes sloshing noise?

Ben back at it w the shaving cream/ whipped cream. 

Darius is so unconvinced

BEN throwing Darius phone out like it was nothing plssss and his reaction 

BROOKLYNN I MISS YOU 

She’s so pretty though

Very ominous great way to emphasize Ben’s paranoia 

These poor traumatized kids

“Is your friend okay?” “No.” PLSS I’m glad he knows it

THE FUCKING FORESHADOWING 

OH THE SUSPENSE 

Ep. 3

Sammy’s ranch is so cuteeee

SAMMY MI AMOR THEIR REUNION IS JUST SO PRECIOUS 

The locs thing omg 

“Have you seen my pitchfork” she asks casually as if she’s a witch hunter during the Salem witch trials 

What do you mean Sammy isn’t talking to her parents 

Their reunion is soooo cute 

Sammy you are a queen and I love you.

FUCK YOU CARL

I forgot we were in Texas lmao

OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S SAMMY SEEING BROOKLYNN FOR ME 😭 now it’s definitely for sure that Sammy died her hair in honor of B. Brooklynn’s jacket 😭

SAMMY 😭😭😭 “or Yaz pulling away from me”

FUCK OH MY GOD CARLS DEAD

Got me ugly crying 

Ep. 4

Darius’ humor is immaculate 

Everybody’s calling Ben by his full name and I love it

WHAT? GIRLFRIEND??

Nooo the brothers are fighting

Kenji has… downgraded

Oop- no the money loss

Sammy that kick was awesome marry me plz wait no u have Yaz marry her and then marry me

I knew they were fighting but god damn he rlly just shut the door or Darius like that

Kenji I love you dude but take this seriously 

Ooh the tension

Ouch, brooklynns death

Double ouch, Kenji blames Darius. Of course 

OH MY GOD HE’S OUT OF PRISON

“Once you lose my trust, you lose it. Forever.” Damn. Hang on let me go check off Kenji and his daddy issues off my bingo card rq

The girlies aren’t in a good place 😭😭 “why did she say something?” Plssss

I love how Sammy car jacked Ben by tickling him for his keys

Them abandoning Darius with Kenji 💀

I  love the rock climbing scene 

“where were you the night Brooklynn died?” Oop- we’re doing up this now?

OH!? oh

Awww fuckkkkkk 😭

That’s another mark on my card

YAY BROOKENJI IS OVER

but also damn… poor Kenji 

“Wait how do I get back down?” You’re so real Darius 

Aww bumpy noooo

Ep. 5

DANG THAT COMPY GOT SWEPT UP

“Hey that song kinda reminds me of that” *turns music off* oh

“Not taking family advice from a kid who hasn’t called his own mother in over a month.” OH. WERE YOU SILENT OR WERE YOU SILENCED. THE BOYS ARE TAKING SHOTS AT EACH OTHER 

YASAMMY

“Oh yeah, Darius warned me. LMFAO

Ohh she told you Benjamin. No more carob. 

The gyrosphereeeee

Oh fuck this guy whoever you are.

“Free the Dino’s.” YESSSSSSSS 

I had a feeling we’d see kenjis dad

“Did you have Brooklynn killed?” Oh going in hot ig

Oh shit- DAMN BEN AFTER ALL THIS TIME

OK, I feel bad for Sammy because even after all of these years, she makes one mistake by spying for mantah corp and people still kind of hold it over her head, even her best friends. that must suck 

Ooh the tension

“Don’t do the Japanese thing. You know I don’t speak it.” Ooh we’re bringing the culture too! JW ain’t playing 

Oh shit-

YOU DONT MANIPULATE MY SON ANYMORE OH SHITTTTTT

AHHH SAMMMYYYYYYYY

I love how Ben and Sammy take down a Dino abuser just as a little side quest

Aww they’re so cute  OH MY GOD WTF HE’S THE “WEVE GOT A PROBLEM DUDE”???

Poor kenji THATS RIGHT YOU STAND UP TO HIM KENJI FUCK YOU DANIEL

“Im not afraid to get my hands dirty” oh shit-

OH FUCK CAN THEY CAMOUFLAGE??

OHH SHIT

WHO TF IS THAT SHE LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DOLL I WANT MY MOM HELP

FUCK OH MY GOD FUCK WHAT THE HELL

POOR KENJI

THAT CANT BE A FUCKING REAL PERSON

WHO TF IS THAT IN THE CAR??

AWWWWWWWW FUCK KENJI IM SO SORRY

Ep.6

YAZ MY SWEET GIRLY HIIII AWW POOR GIRLY DAMN NOT EVEN A FULL MINUTE IN AND WERE ALREADY BRUNGING IN THE TRAUMA

she’s so pretty thoughhhh

Aww brooklynnn 

AWW THE BABY TALK

Aww the trauma poor baby I just wanna give her a hug

“Any particular reason I’m here and not Sammy?” Ooohh

Awwwww

Yaz I love you. You’re so pretty, and cool, and just a bunch of good things

OH MU GOD THAT PIC OF THEM IS SO CUTE

Are you gonna answer the phone Yaz?

YAYYYY SHE PICKED UP

MY GIRLIES I LOVE THEM

“Wait you’re coming here?” You can hear the panic in her voice.

IM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU YAZ

Yaz is definitely suspicious. 

AHHH THEY SAID THE L WORD

I love this episode already

It’s so amazing that they’re actually addressing their mental health. I don’t think I’ve ever heard children’s shows say the words  traumatizing and ptsd.

Oop. So this is where you live Yaz?

Awwwwww she’s waiting for them AWWWWWWWWWWWW (MORE LIKE A SHRILL SHRIEK) THEYRE REUNITED 

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IM CRYING 

Awww I love Ben and Yazs friendship so much

Ooh time to drop the news

This place is so pretty and nice and Yaz genuinely seems to be happy. Also she knows people :)

“Benny Boy.” Aww

Sammy is not enjoying this place lmao

“You’re favorite.” Oop-

UH OH IM SCARED I DONT WANT TO SEE THEM FIGHT I THOUGHT I WAS READY BUT I DONT KNOW

WE GIT THE SCENE

BEN GET YIUR GOOFY ASS OFF THE GROUND

IM SCAREDDDDD 

Oh shit

AHHHHH 

OH FUCK FUCK I DONT WANT TO SEE THEM AGRUE DIDNT WE HAVE ENOUGH OF THAT IN CAMP CRETACEOUS 

I love that Sammy is trying to protect Yaz but she is taking it a little too far. Ben is me, I can’t see I’m blinddddd blinddddd blindddd

But also Yaz you didn’t keep in contact?? 

Oh shit Yaz has a point though *shrieking*

Not the fucking time Ben 

I take it back this isn’t my favorite episode I don’t love this episode

Ben struggling to give advice plssss. I love you dude

I love Yaz and Ben’s friendship so much though

“When me and my girlfriend—“ the swoop up, like right Yaz. “I’m sorry girlfriend?” Right. That’s what we’re all wondering

“Why does everyone act so surprised when I say that?” BECAUSE YOU’RE GAY??

OH FUCK OH FUCK PEOPLE ARE DYING OH FUCK RICH DIED

I DONT KNOW WHO HE IS BUT HE IS DEWD. EATEN. GONE OH SHIT POOR YAZ

aww poor Sammy I just thinks Yaz needs some great room. 

Sammy was definitely abt to say “how the hell”

WE GOT THE OTHER SCENE

The little side eye Ben gives Yaz after “big Ben’s got moves” <3<3

OH FUCK THEY ARE TRAPPEDOh dpw is here they got it

the little hand hold <3<3

OH FUCK THE DPW IS NOT THERE THEY DONT GOT IT THE DPW IS MAKING IT WORSE FUCK I HAD A FEELING 

OH FUCK THEYRE FAKLING IN THE WATER

OH MY GOD WTF

Ep. 7

Oh they are under under.

My worst fear lowkey

oh shit…

OH SHIT THEY ARE SO CUTE AWWWW

poor kenji… awww fuck this is so sad. 

Who is this guy??

Uh oh… the dpw

Kenji poor baby

WHAT ARE YALL JUST DOUING SITTING THERE???

Ben really? Ductape

That’s my strong girls 

Nah this shit is terrifying 

Oh thank god 

Oh shit we’re finding out what happened 

Aww a little girl 

Oop corruption… but for a good cause?

Oh shit

How tf did Brooklynn not feel those footsteps?

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Is Brooklynn actually dead? Moment of truth.

Awww no no no no 😭 Darius fuckkkkk 😢

I can’t believe they actually showed a pool if blood. Brooklynns pool of blood

Wait so they saw her dead body? So she’s actually dead? Or what?

Oh fuckkkkkklk 😖 

STOP 😭

AWWW YASAMMY IS SO FUCKING CUTW AWWWWv

Not the random Italian 😭

OOH FUCK NOT THE PASSWORD UH OH

STFU DUDE

Ben was WAITING to throw those phones

Yaz I love you. “I am so going to haunt them from beyond the grave.”

I KNEW THE ROOM WE SAW WAS BROOKLYNN’S PLACE

Her house is so cuteeee

Please Sammy your voicemail 😭 I love how we’re getting to hear everyone’s voicemail

Awww

Oooh the plot thickens

Oh shitttt BROOKLYNN WTF ARE U DOING?

A FEW MILLION?? PASS THAT ON OVER RIGHT OVER HERE

OH SHIT

Ep. 8

WTF ARE YALL DOING WHY ARE YOU DIRECTLY IN THE CAGE WITH THE DINO ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE ATP YOU’RE GIVING IT A FREE MEAL YAZ WTF ARE YOU DOING YALL ARE TESTING FATE RN

KENJI YOU CANT BE SCREAMING LIKE THAT ALSO WTF WAS THAT SCREAM but also I can’t judge that’s me when I see a spider 

Oh I forgot abt all of those voicemails Darius sent

Aw lowkey poor dinosaurs

Who is he?

Kenji you’re such a goofball. Eew no I take it back gagging barfing gross wtf 

No Brooklynn what’d we say abt the baby talk pls no

Yes, Darius I am sufficiently uncomfortable 

Uh oh the boys are tussling I’m getting flashbacks to Ben and Darius 

Awww dariusssss 😭

Camp fam try not to get recognized by strangers challenge quick, start

Damnnn Sammy that was smooth. 

Darius… why are you in that gross ass tub

Camp fam boys try not to be gross challenge 

WHATTT

HANDS TO MY MOUTH IM ACTUALLY SHOOK RN

WDYM “I WAS IN LOVE WITH BROOKLYNN”

I DIDNT THINK THERED BE DINOSTAR WTF

OMG

Please get out of the fucking tub

You don’t know what’s been done in there

Are we just abandoning all self respect we have 

HOLY SHIT

oh is it the video? The video of her death?

Bumpyyyy

Oh fuck… 

YAZ 😭😭😭 “boo.” Please I love youuu

Right, that’s my reaction lmao

Oop Brooklynns mad

Nah cause she stared at that dinosaur for 3 straight up seconds girl has your time on numblar taught you anything??

In my Abby Lee voice: “BROOKLYNN HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!”

no wonder your ass got ate

I’m sorry that’s mean.

I love you girly

Oh fuck.

Girly is dead

😭😭😭

“You and me, we’re brothers right?” STOP YOURE BREAKING MY HEART 😭😭😭😭😭

Stoppppp

Will we ever find out why Darius wasn’t there??

Oop dinosaurs 

What’s wrong with bumpy??

AHHHH SHE SAID IT SHE SAID THE CHAOS LINE “maybe not”

“What are you looking at?” Pftttt

Uh oh. He’s dead…

Oh well

Oh now they’re really looking 

“Yeah I don’t like that at all.” Yeah but I loveeee you Sammy 

Ep. 9

Poor Sammy but girl you need to chill

Bumpy???

Awww. I love yasammy and seeing them work through the it issues. ASWWWWWWW

OOH the gangs all here

How tf did Darius and Kenji scale that fence

Oh shit,

Miss ma’am you are too pretty to be participating in nefarious acts like this 

Lmfao “okay we get it you’re a climber”

What did I tell you girl? Way too pretty to be doing this shit

Come on Kenji put those protein drinks to work

Yaz wearing a crop top 🥰

Awww bunny nooo fuck fuck

Awww Ben 💔

Oh fuck no I would not be climbing up there 

the gangs all here

Okay kenji 

Damn Sammy you stay trying to knock kenji out I love you ❤️ 

Also the part where Yaz is covering both their mouths? So badass

Awww reunion how sweet

PFTTT DARIUS 

BUMPY NOOOO 😭

Oh so when they said international they meant international 

Oh shit…fuck… Brooklynn :(

LMFAO BEN

Oh…Ben 

Bumpy…

OH SHIT BUMPY IS SHE HAVING…

OH WAIT SAMMY’S SO PRETTY

FUCK WAIT BUMPY

NOOOOOOOO WTF

OH WAIT WTF

SAMMMYYYY 

STOP FOOLING US

YALL R SO WROMG FOR THAT

LMFA “DON’T THINK ABT IT BUD” 

cmon did you rlly have to ruin the happy moment?

Ep. 10

HOLY SHIT LAST EPISODE 

Oh the plot THICKENS 

SAMMY I LOVE YOU

OKAY BIG BEN OH SHIT BIG BENS DOWN

SAMMY I FUCKING LOVE YOU

OH SHIT OH SHIT THE TENSION IS INCREASING

NOOONOT HER SHE SCARES ME

AHHH I WANNA GO HOME

SHE CANT BE FUCKING REAL 

oh shit…

WAIT so it was the atrociraptors that killed Brooklynn???

OH FUCK HOW IS THIS A KIDS SHOW

YOU KNOW WHERE WHAT!?!?

OH FUCK

OH FUCK IT SMELLS THEM

OH SHIT

OH FUCK?

what if it’s Ronnie?

Oh it’s Mateo okay. 

TORO??

Aww yasammy

DAMN THAT SHOT WAS COOL THE TREX AND THE EXPLOSION 

HE PUNCHED IT 

AHHHHHH YAZ SAMMY YASAMMY OH MY GOD “MY GIRL” OH MY FUCKING GODDDD

NOW THAT WAS A SHOT STRAIGHT FROM TEXAS

THE KICK!?.

OH MY GODDDD HES ABOUT TO DO THE THING 

HES DOING THE THING OH MY GOD THE PARALLELS 

HOLY SHIT THIS SCENE IS INCREDIBLE 

THAT FUCKING ROAR

Oh?? The Broker??

HAHAHA THATS WHAT YOU GET 

WHY IS THIS BITCH STILL ALIVE AND HERE?

OH FUCK BYE BITCH WITH THAT UGLY ASS HAIRCUT 

Lmfao not them shitting on kenjis camper

Are they going to Brooklynn’s apartment?? Abroad?? 

THE LOOKS OF SHOCK ON THEIR FSCES RIGHT BEN THAT WAS MY REACTION 

AWWW NOT THE UNREQUITED LOVE TROPE

AWW FUCK :( :(

YAY WERE GOING ON AN ABROAD JOURNEY 

JESUS FUCK MATTEO 

OH MY GODDDD WERE GOING ON A TRIP IN OUR FAVORITE CARGOSHIP 

RONNIEEEEEE HI DARLING

OH WAIT WTF RONNIE WHATE R U DOING DONT TELL ME…

wait…… is she texting…

Wait wait wait this could be either good or bad but I’m thinking good

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WAS RIGHT WE WERE RIGHT RUGHT 

OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDD WE WERE RIGHT 

OH MY GOD SHES ALIVE AND SHE LOOKS SO BADASSS

#jwct #jurassic world chaos theory #jwct spoilers

[flamingo-writes]

Hi flamingo how are you? How are you with your leg pain since the move? Have you been resting? I hope so!

Well as always I leave you a mini request before starting the week ;)

What do you think that, reader is a not so well known singer ,who is starting out in the world of music and meets Hobie in one of their own performances when they are singing on stage.

hope you have a wonderful week tysm <3!

I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve had a bit of a writer’s block. I powered through it though. I thought of a million ways this could’ve played out and went for the one I liked the most. I hope you like it too, and I’m sorry for the late reply 😢 I rewrote this like three times help 😭 whenever I wanted to sit and write I ended up doing a lot of other things.

With A Little Help — Hobie x Reader

Title inspired by the song by the Beatles With A Little Help From My Friends. The bicycle thing is inspired after a real accident I had once, except I don’t play the guitar and but I did get hit on a freshly made tattoo 🥲

Warnings: cursing,

The moment you decided to start a band with your friends, you knew from the beginning it would go one of two ways.

You could either sign with a producer and basically sell yourself like whores. Somehow gaining a debt just by signing a piece of paper, and working an ungodly amount of hours just to pay your debt, and hope the fame you’ve gained actually helps you make money after the percentage the producing house gets. Becoming puppets for the producer to move around the way they want.

Or you could do everything yourself working with what you had. Recording wherever you found available –sometimes that place being your own room–, asking friends if you could borrow equipment or instruments. Asking for favours. Gathering coins your couch has been swallowing and hoarding for years to print a few hundred copies of posters announcing your next gig.

And out of the two, you knew perfectly well which one you wanted. One of them helped you maintain your freedom, which was exactly what your music spoke about. Gathering a small and loyal fanbase was relatively easy in the low underground bars. The punk scene, the alternatives, and the rock fans soon spread the word around their friends. Eventually, these same people started offering their help with equipment, a few bills for copies, even instruments. It was still a small fanbase, but it was more than enough and they were all somehow more helpful than most people

One day in particular, your guitar player gave you a call. To your nerves, you picked up your phone, furious.

“Where the hell are you?! You’re so late! We’re supposed to start playing in ten minutes!” You barked.

“Ye-yeah…About that…” Your guitar player said with an awkward chuckle. “You see, it’s a funny story…”

“Oh god, no…” You groaned.

“Listen. First of all I’m fine–”

“What the fuck does that even mean? Wait, shit, bruv, did something happen to you?”

“You see, this is where the story gets funny…” They said with an awkward giggle. “I was minding my own business, on my way to the bar. I was on my bike. Riding it, you know. When an old lady and a tiny ass dog appeared out of nowhere, from the corner. In an attempt to not run over either of them, I turned and there was a tree–”

“You can’t be serious…” You gasped, “you alright?”

“In the greater scheme of things, yes I am…But…I kinda hurt my wrist very badly…”

“God, I’m scared to ask…how badly…?”

“Uh, I don’t think my skin is supposed to look purple…And the lady I almost ran over is offering to drive me to the emergency room?”

“Shit. What do we do? Do we cancel—“

“No! Don’t! I don’t know. Improvise?”

“How? You’re our guitar player!”

“Go wild on the bass?”

“Fuck off!” You groaned, annoyed.

Hobie Brown was not far from there, hearing to actually both sides of the conversation through his enhanced hearing. Helping your drummer setting everything up.

“I think something happened to your guitar player, mate?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hearing…” Your drummer said nervously.

“If you guys need help, I know how to play the guitar…I can sight read too, but if you give me a couple of minutes to look through your songs, it would be better…” Hobie said as your drummer’s face widened in surprise.

“Dude, seriously?”

“Yeah,” Hobie said, smirking confidently.

“The motherfucker broke–”

“We found a guitar player!” Your drummer interrupted, raising both arms in the air happily.

Hobie giggled and looked over at you. Your eyes remained wide and confused, wondering when the roller coaster of emotions was going to end. You knew him. You didn’t really, but you’d seen him around enough to recognize his face.

“Seriously?”

“Sure, why not?” He said, shrugging.

“Oh god, thank you! Thank you so much, mate!” You said happily, running your hands through your hair in relief, making Hobie chuckle.

“Call me Hobie,” He said with a cheeky smirk.

You introduced yourself, as well the rest of your band. As you discussed what t do for the set list, you insisted Hobie didn’t improve and sight read all of your songs, and instead settled for a set list made out of mostly covers from famous songs, and just leaving a few of your original songs distributed for Hobie to take a break from a hyper concentrated state.

As the anxiety was rising in your belly, about to make you puke a minute away from starting your gig, Hobie grabbed your shoulder, catching your attention.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright,” He said, trying to comfort you. “And if it blows, then what the hell? It’s not going to be the last time you play. That way you could always make a dramatic comeback and look even cooler,”

His words while making you feel less scared about it all, it did nothing for your nerves.

Although as soon as you started playing, the music consumed you. Playing with Hobie instead of your guitar player was simply different. Not that any of them was better or worse than the other, but the dynamics changed drastically. Despite not really knowing Hobie that well, the interactions on stage were fun, spontaneous, even comfortable, like you’d known him for way longer than just the last hour.

Hobie not only exchanged glances with you and walked over to you while playing his guitar, he also went over to your drummer. Sometimes jointing you for the choruses of the covers, or adding spontaneous riffs to guitar solos.

By the end of the gig, people were crazy, screaming, jumping around. As you grabbed the mic, covered in sweat and breathless you thanked them.

“We’d love to stay, but we actually have to go check out on our friend…” You chuckled. “Our guitar player had Ana vidente earlier today, and couldn’t play. We had the magnificent Hobie, here, helping us out!” You sighed. “Let me hear it for Hobie for being a real one!” The crown screamed and clapped, as Hobie smiled at you.

“Thank you for letting me help,” Hobie said, walking over to the mic and grabbing it. “Thank you guys as well!”

“Oh yeah. You guys made this very fun!” You said going back to the mic, your face bearing Hobie’s as he glanced at you with a smirk, “Have a good night, everybody!”

As you walked behind the stage, you grabbed a towel you had nearby and dried your face and hair.

“Good job out there,” Hobie said walking behind you.

“Thank you! It was all possible thanks to you!” You said looking up from your towel. “I’d love to stay and talk but…”

“Yeah, go check on your friend. You can buy me a beer some other time to return the favour,” He said with a cheeky smirk.

“Just one? An entire gig for just one beer?” You joked.

“Well, at least three,”

“Sounds like a deal,” you sighed, meeting his stare and biting your lower lip softly. Seriously, thank you…”

“My pleasure,” He said confidently, meeting your stare, as you noticed something in them sparking.

“See you around?”

“I hang out here an awful lot so, yeah,” He shrugged, putting his hands in the pockets of his vest.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie x you #hobie x reader #hobie brown x female reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie x y/n

[littledrummerangie]

So hello hello good evening Budapest. I'm finally home, it's midnight and and and I had the best time of my life!

Many many highlights of the soundcheck and the show:

My question for soundcheck was picked fiiiirst? Hello??? It was absolutely crazy!

The VIP rep, Athena was an absolut angel, big shout out to her! I had a good talk with her after soundcheck and she was he sweetest.

The guys played Long Way Home and Out Of My Limit.

Before questions the VIP rep asked our names and I told her she can say Angie insted of my Hungarian name.

So she did introduce me "someone who her friends know as Angie", and Michael was like: "and what do people call you who you do not consider as friends?" So I had to tell him that basically anyone before age 15 knows me as my real name, and after that, when I started using the internet and didn't like my name I picked up Angie. So he said, okay, Angie.

My question was: what arw you bringing home from tour (souvenir, memory, feeling).

Ash said his mom always asks for fridge magnets and was like "fuck, Mom, no, it would need its own suitcase" and he said he likes travelling light

Luke said a qeak immune system and he stoles keycards from the hotels he sþays in and has tons

Michael said he gets lot of baby clothes and didn't know how much stuff a baby needs

Calum said he has really good memories of this tour

At thw beginning they also was talking about Buda and Pest, as mentioned by Ash in the IG story.

Other questions were about:

How they choose what they wear. Ash and Luke said they try bot to clash with the others and look ridiculous. They basically go by what Cal chooses, becauee Michael goes by him, and then the rest tries not to clash with them. Look also mentioned whatever he can paid up that he didn't do previously, and how he feels that day.

They asked about the Flatline chorus and Luke did listen to the song on his phone to figure it out... but I'm still not sure as they were also unsure lol.

They asked about the RAH orchestra and how it was a bit hard working with them because they only stayed until their time was up, and they are speaking different musical languages.

And lastly they asked about how they feel when they release a really emotional, personal song and if it's hard to do. They said of course, and how everyone has their own interpretation on songs, and sometimes it's best not to know the original thought and have your own on them.

There was also a fly trying to get into Luke's tea and Ashton kinda looked scared of it because he stood up.and took two steps backwards.

Both Charlotte Sands and AR/CO were amazing.

I was on Michael's side, 2nd row.

Ashton was wearing those silly ass chekered sunglasses for like half the show lol. But he has the biggest biceps in the world oh god.

They were cuteeeee. Michael was so precious. So happy.

We got Wrapped Around Your Finger.

They guys enjoyed Budapest, and said it was a special show because it'a in the last 3 for a long time now.

Also, there was a point where Ash said something about Calum abd I was like... boyfriends.

Michael couldn't sing Best Friends because Luke was being silly and they just started histerically laughing.

Michael remembered and made a joke about last year's KFC thing and someone had a fake/plush KFC bucket hat on and they were making fun of that.

He ended up wearing it for the beginning of Outer Space.

(Terrible photo, sorry. Didn't take much pics.)

Saw Ash at the very end on my side and he is beautiful and smiley. I love him. 🩷🫶

Tagging some peeps for story time: @kindahoping4forever @nostalgiabones @whentherosesbl00m @suchalonelysunflower

#5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #angie x 5sos #the 5sos show budapest

[theemporium]

[REQUESTS OPEN—requested by anonymous]

[2.7k] or, when band gigs and numerous shots mean you have to pick up a drunk, clingy steve after a night out.

.

It was meant to be a quiet night in.

Or at least, that was the plan when you had trudged in through the front door, heels in hand and a heavy bag full of documents that made you want to rip your own eyeballs out. 

You knew you were lucky to get the internship, it was an opportunity of a lifetime for someone like yourself in a small town like Hawkins, Indiana. The blood, sweat and tears paid off when you landed the job and there was no one prouder than yourself for bagging it (although Steve was a close second). 

But it was kicking your ass, big time. 

Every night you dragged yourself back home, feeling frazzled and exhausted and seconds away from just collapsing on your bed before you could even consider dinner. It wasn’t healthy, Steve had scolded you on it many times. He even went as far as waking you up closer to 11pm just so he could get you to eat something.

Your work was rewarding, but it drained you. 

And you wouldn’t change it for the world, despite the fact sometimes your incomptent coworkers made you want to scream and rip your hair out. 

But that was exactly why you were looking forward to this.

The firm was taking the long weekend off, leaving you free from corporate’s reigns for four long glorious days, and you could not wait to just sit back and do nothing with your favourite person. It was a long deserved break and you needed it before your brain melted into numbers and symbols and jammed papers in the printer. 

So, what you weren’t expecting when you were already reaching for the phone to order some greasy takeout was for the appliance to start ringing. 

And you certainly weren’t expecting the voice on the other side. 

“H-Heeeeeey, Mrs Harrington!”

Your brows furrowed together as you made out the voice amongst the thumping music and vigorous chatter in the background. Your eyes found the clock mounted on the wall next to the phone before you replied. 

“Eddie?” 

“YOU REMEMBER ME!” 

You couldn’t hold back your laugh. “Yeah, I remember you, Munson. Kinda hard not to when I stared at the back of your head for two years.” 

“I was your favourite part about Ms O’Donnel’s class, don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, but I am gonna take a wild guess and say that’s not why you phoned,” you murmured, your lips tugging down into a confused frown. “Or how you are even calling me right now…and from where.”

“Soooo funny story—” 

“Oh dear god.” 

You wracked your brain around for a moment, a vague memory of Steve telling you that he had been invited by Eddie and his band to watch them play one night at The Hideout. You knew they had been bagging extra gigs and whilst you had been ecstatic for them, you hadn’t had the chance to show your support because of work.

Steve, on the other hand, had gotten the early shift this morning, meaning he had the rest of the day and the long weekend to do whatever he wanted. You knew he had been excited about hanging out with some guys his own age, and despite how much he loved Dustin and the other kids, this was what he needed. Just some time to hang out with people his own age. 

It had slipped your mind that the next gig had been tonight and that Steve would be out. 

“I think you might have to come and pick up loverboy before he hurts himself.”

“I don’t wanna drink water, I wanna see my girl!” 

It had also slipped your mind just how much of a social drinker your boyfriend was, and just how much of a lightweight he was too.

You attempted to bite back your smile as you heard Eddie try to hush Steve, muffled words being thrown back and forth that you strained to hear but couldn’t seem to. There sounded to be a little struggle before eventually you heard Eddie let out a high-pitched shriek and another voice fill your ears. 

“Baby!” 

Despite the exhaustion settled deep in your bones, you couldn’t deny the way your whole body lit up at the sound of his voice. “Hiya Stevie.” 

“Where are you? I wanna hug you.” 

“I’m at home, baby,” you told him in a soft, assuring voice as though you were talking to a child. But with drunk Steve you might as well be. 

“How can I hug you if you’re home?” 

His confusion was almost adorable. 

“You can’t,” you said to him, only to hear a small huff of annoyance on the other side. 

“But I wanna hug you now!” 

His whiny voice was so clear through the phone, you could almost envision the sight in front of you. Steve, glossy eyes and blushing cheeks, huddled at the booth with the phone beside his ear, his lips drawn in a pout and his hair sticking in so many directions it would give sober Steve a heart attack. He would have probably lost a few items of clothing over the night, you would be surprised if he still had a shirt. And he most certainly would not admit he was drunk, because he was insufferably stubborn when he was wasted.

“Baby, give Eddie the phone for me, yeah?” 

“Eddie died eight years ago. You can only talk to me now.” 

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s theatrics, knowing very well Eddie was probably standing right behind him trying to snatch the phone back from him. You also knew that Eddie was probably halfway to being smashed himself, and you weren’t sure you were ready to deal with two man-children tonight. 

“Give Eddie the phone or no sex this weekend,” you dropped on him so casually that it was an effort to keep your laughs back when you heard the noise of the phone dropping, Steve scrambling back and Eddie yelling ‘fuck, my foot!’ all at once. 

“Mrs Harrington, your boyfriend is insufferable.” 

“You know I have an actual name, right?” you retorted. 

“And? Doesn’t change the fact your boyfriend is practically crawling on me to announce to the world he has a girlfriend.” 

You tried to hold back your snickers as you heard a muffled yell coming from Steve, only picking up the words ‘my girl’ and ‘pretty’. 

“He is insanely clingy too. Insufferable and clingy.”

“I know,” you sighed lovingly before you grabbed the keys from the kitchen counter. “I’ll be there in fifteen, make sure he doesn’t run off anywhere. And try to get him to drink some water, please.”

“Have you met him?! How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” 

“I don’t know, blackmail him or something, Munson, that’s what I do!” you suggested, but it was half-assed and barely helpful when your attention was focused more so on shrugging into the pair of old sneakers you left by the door.

“I don’t think Harrington will care if I tell him I’m dropping head privileges until further notice.” 

“Never know until you find out, Munson,” you teased and smiled when you heard his cackling laughter on the other side of the phone. 

“See you soon, sweetheart.” 

“Hey, she’s my sweetheart, not yours!” 

“Pipe down, loverboy.” 

“Back off my girl, bat boy.” 

“Please. Hurry up.” 

You snorted as you quickly put the phone down, not bothering to grab your jacket as you made a beeline towards your car. The desire to shove yourself head first into your pillow was put on hold, your body buzzing and on edge as you made the fifteen minute drive to The Hideout in ten. 

It wasn’t hard to notice them the second you stepped out of the car. Despite the line of people hovering outside the bar and the small clunk of smokers off to the side, Eddie and Steve sat pretty proudly on the sidewalk, the former looking thoroughly amused at whatever was coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. 

“Good show?” you called out when you noticed the sheen layer of sweat on Eddie’s skin, his hair tucked back into a low-bun and a few odd lipstick marks adorning his skin. He only looked partially sheepish. 

“Should’ve been there,” Eddie retorted, grinning up at you from his spot. 

“Next time,” you promised and you meant it. 

It seemed as though Steve had finally heard your voice, lifting his head off Eddie’s shoulder and narrowing his eyes at you slightly. 

“Hey, you look just like my girlfriend!” he exclaimed with a disbelieving look plastered on his face. 

Oh, he was wasted. 

“Oh yeah? She pretty?” you asked and watched in amusement as he quickly nodded. 

“Yeah but she’s prettier than you,” Steve stated. 

“Is that so?” 

“Mhmmm, soooo much prettier,” he said as he swayed in his spot, snickering a little at himself as he nudged Eddie’s shoulder. 

“That is your girlfriend, doofus,” Eddie whispered loudly, watching as Steve’s eyes widened comically. 

“Baby!” Steve grinned as he pushed himself to stand up, stumbling a little as he moved towards you and grabbed your face in his hands. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, Steve,” you smiled as your hands found his wrists, giving them a soft squeeze. You glanced over his shoulder towards Eddie and flashed him a grateful smile. “Thanks for looking after him.” 

“Oh trust me, you’re doing me a favour here,” Eddie commented with a feline smile on his lips. “Harrington hasn’t shut up about you since his third shot.” 

“I’m irresistible,” you shrugged. 

“THIS IS MY UPTOWN GIRL!” Steve suddenly called out to a group of twenty-something year olds as they walked past, his arm thrown over your shoulder and a proud smile on his face. 

“Your uptown girl?” you questioned, eyebrows raised when Steve only shrugged and kissed your cheek. You turned to Eddie but he looked just as clueless as you. 

“I don’t know, the dude is the only person I know who’d walk into a metal bar and request Billy Joel,” Eddie snorted. 

“That’s my man,” you murmured with a laugh as Steve began to hum the song in your ear, horribly out of tune but so irrevocably Steve that you loved it. 

“Need any help getting him to the car?” Eddie asked, a glimpse of concern in his eyes. 

“I’ll be fine, he can be quite obedient when I want him to be,” you joked lightly, whilst the boy in question wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you and plastering you to his chest. 

“Suit yourself,” Eddie shrugged. “Have fun dealing with loverboy for the rest of the night.” 

“Have fun with your groupies,” you retorted as you waved him off, your focus finally solely directed on Steve. 

“Hi,” he whispered as he lifted his head, his nose brushing against yours which only made him giggle. “You’re like…really, really pretty.” 

“Tell me something I don’t know, big boy,” you grinned as you patted his side, already taking a step back towards your parked car. “C’mon, lets get you home.” 

“Nooooo,” Steve groaned as his grip tightened. “Don’t go!” 

“Steve, we are leaving together, baby,” you stated. 

“Oh,” he paused for a moment before grinning. “Let’s go home, baby!” 

“What a brilliant idea,” you deadpanned but the sarcasm was lost on him as you made your way towards your car. 

It took all of five minutes to explain to Steve that you both couldn’t sit in the driver’s seat. It took another two minutes to explain you could hold his hand after you shifted gears. And it took an unreasonable amount of stops of Steve leaning over the console to kiss your cheek or fiddle with the strands of your hair that had fallen out your ponytail before you finally made it home. 

“And now she’s looking for a downtown man!” Steve sang as you both stumbled into your apartment, his hands in yours as he moved them back and forth like some odd type of interpretative dancing. “That’s what I aaaaaaam!” 

“Steve, honey, I hate to break it to you but I don’t think you count as a downtown man when you grew up in a mansion,” you murmured, pressing your lips together to contain your laughter when you saw him pause. 

His face scrunched up in confusion, looking a bit like a scolded puppy as he started down at your joined hands. “But it’s such a fun song.” 

“I know, baby,” you squeezed his hands. 

“I wanted it to be our song,” Steve pouted. 

“It can be, promise,” you assured him, watching the way his face instantly lit up. 

“Gonna sera—” His eyebrows furrowed together. “Seranana…serana…” He quickly shook his head and turned back to you. “Gonna sing it for you one day, sweetheart, gonna blow your socks off.”

You snorted. “Really? Think you’re that good, Harrington?” 

Steve puffed his chest out. “It’s gonna be the best damn thing you’ve ever heard.” 

“I’m sure it will be,” you murmured as you leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips. “Now let’s get to bed.” 

“Already want me in the bed, huh?” Steve giggled, lamely attempting to wiggle his eyebrows but it just resulted in him pulling a few funny faces. 

“Hold your horses, big boy, don’t get too excited,” you said as you began guiding him towards the bedroom. You tried to get him to settle down on the bed so you could grab some spare clothes for him, but the second you turned around he was up again. 

You barely had seconds to process before you felt Steve’s arms wrap around you from behind, his face nuzzled into your back. He pulled you closer to him, pressing your bodies together so close that you could feel his hair tickling the skin on the back of your neck. 

“Baby, gotta let me go so we can get ready for bed,” you told him, hand on his arm as you gently squeezed. 

“Nooo,” he whined out and shook his head against your back. “Let’s just stay like this.” 

You shook your head. “We can’t stay like this forever.” 

“Yes, we can.” 

“No, we can’t.” 

“Yes, we can.” 

“No, we can’t.” 

“Yes, we can.” 

You let out a defeated sigh as Steve placed a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck, not once loosening his grip as you grabbed a few items of clothing from your drawers. You then somehow managed to shuffle in his grip, turning around in his arms so you were now facing him. 

“Baby,” you cooed softly to grab his attention. It was hard to hold back your smile when he lifted his head. His face broke out into a sleepy smile, his eyes hooded and his cheeks flushed and he looked at you like you had just hung the fucking moon.

“You’re like…the prettiest person I know,” he whispered loudly, as though he was sharing a secret with you. As though he hadn’t been repeating the same phrase to you all night.

“You’re really pretty too,” you whispered back and his smile only grew. 

Steve looked bashful. “You think I’m pretty?” 

“The prettiest,” you murmured and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. “C’mon, promise we can cuddle after we get ready for bed.” 

With the leverage hanging over his head, it was easier to get Steve to cooperate. He was still unbelievably clingy, always having to be touching you in some way. His hands on your waist as you took your makeup off and washed your face. His head on your shoulder as you brushed your teeth. His lips on your neck as you tried to change (that one took much longer than expected). 

You were laying in bed when he settled on top of you, his head on your chest and his arms around your middle and no signs of moving anytime soon. His hands settled under your shirt, warm hands pressed against your skin as he drunkenly murmured about the show and his day. And you laid there, fingers tangled in his hair, listening to every word he says until they eventually slurred together as he fought to not fall asleep.

“Tell me in the morning, baby,” you murmured and pressed a kiss to the crown of his bed.

Steve let out a long sigh, giving into his fate and settling himself on your chest. “I love you.”

You smiled, even if he couldn’t see it. “I love you too.”

.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington one shot #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things one shot

[lomllover]

grammys day

summary: y/n and harry are there to support each other at the grammys

warnings: so much fluff omg

pairings: husband!harry x fem!reader

word count:

"Y/N and Harry over here, to your right!!"

"Jesus, they're so loud and demanding." Harry said loud enough so only you could hear which made you let out a giggle.

"That's their job, H." You turned to look at him and picked up your dress with one hand and held his hand in the other. "Lets keep going, yeah?"

As the pictures went on, the more Jeff nagged the both of you to hurry up otherwise you’d be late for your performance and Harry would be late for his. “Jeffery, calm down its gonna be okay.” You jokingly reassured him and climbed into the limo. “H, let’s take a picture.” You handed Jeff your phone to take a picture and smiled at Harry as he pressed a kiss to your cheek then made you face him so he could kiss you on the lips.

Jeff made a fake gagging noise and you flipped him off while still kissing your husband. “Okay okay, I think I got the picture. You can stop kissing now.”

-

“Now before we move onto our next performance by Y/N Styles, I’m here with her incredible husband, Harry Styles!” Trevor said and the audience clapped. “I mean what can you say about this man that hasn’t been said, huh? Incredible album.. Mind blowing tour. What is it? 15 nights at MSG AND the Forum? Women throw their panties at this man,” He pretended to throw something, “And he puts them on and he looks better in them than they do.”

You were watching backstage and could tell Harry was very uncomfortable but what Trevor said next really made your blood boil.

“Easily the worlds sexiest man! Are you- There’s no competition! Sex. Symbol. Of the globe. Especially now that they’ve killed off the green M&M, no competition. R.I.P. This is the room, people. We’ve got LA’s very own Y/N Styles joining us now performing her hit song, Lavender Haze!” He finished and you smiled as everyone turned their attention to you. You had on a new dress since your other one was definitely too big to preform in.

The music started to play and you looked over to where Harry was sitting and gave him a small wave. The intro of the song started and you took a deep breath then began talking. “Grammys! How are we tonight??” You asked and the crowd cheered.

“Staring at the ceiling with you. Oh, you don’t ever say too much.”

“And you don’t really read into my melancholia.” You moved off the main stage just like you had rehearsed and moved over to the center stage because that’s where Harrys table was by and obviously you wrote this song about him. “I’ve been under scrutiny.. You handle it beautifully. All this shit is new to me.”

Those were important lines to you because after being not being in the public eye for as long as Harry, they obviously tried to cancel you for everything little thing but Harry didn’t care, that wasn’t the Y/N he knew and loved.

"All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride." You held up your ringed finger. "The only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife."

"I find it dizzying, they're bringing up my history. But you weren't even listening," The lights went purple and there was fog surrounding the stage. "I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me."

"Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say." You looked around the room and saw everyone standing up dancing. "No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me." You loved that line. Everyone always expected you to stay home, give Harry babies, and make him a nice warm dinner to come home to every night. But that wasn't what you wanted, you wanted your own career. Obviously you wanted kids as well but that was for the further in the future and Harry absolutely understood where you were coming from.

"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral." Harry smiled brightly and mouthed 'I love you' to you which made you blush like a teenage girl. "Get it off your chest.. Get it off my desk,"

"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest," You spoke that line instead of singing it. "Get it off my desk!" You moved back to the main stage and everyone cheered loud. "Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me."

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze."

"Get if off your chest... Get it off my desk."

"That lavender haze, I just wanna stay." You moved back to where you originally started off at on the stage.

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze." You bowed as you caught your breath then left the stage.

"That was so amazing, Y/N!!" You heard someone shout as you walked back to your dressing room.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!" You called back and checked your phone to see all of your family members had texted you.

Mom

"Good job, honey!! You did amazing!"

Dad

"Can't believe my baby is all grown up, we love you Y/N"

Y/S/N

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"Good job, sissy. We were all cheering you on!"

Haz <3

"You did absolutely amazing, my love. I'll be in your dressing room in just a few xx"

He wasn't lying when he said that because a couple of minutes later, you heard a knock at the door. "Hey, do you mind getting that? I'm trying to get changed." You called out to your manager from the bathroom.

-

"And the Grammy for best pop vocal album goes to... Harry Styles, Harry's House!" JLO announced and Harry his his face behind his hands.

“Harry you did it!!” You stood up with him and hugged him tightly.

“Holy shit, Y/N.” He hugged you back and pulled away after a moment to hug everyone else.

Harry took the Grammy in his hands and took a deep breath. “Wow.. Thank you so much, this album from start to finish has been the greatest experience of my life, from writing it with my best friends and my wife, to playing it for you, it’s the greatest joy. I’d like to thank Rob, Jeffery, Tom, Tyler, Tommy, Tom, and Y/N. Thank you to everyone who inspired this album, thank you to all my family and friends. I wouldn’t be here without you, thank you.”

You cheered with Lizzo as loud as you both could and smiled when Harry made his way back down to you. “There’s my Grammy winning husband!!” You pressed a big sloppy kiss right over his dimple and wrapped his arms around his neck. “How’s it feel to know you have two whole Grammys now?”

“ ‘S amazing, sweetheart. I believe your category is coming up next.” He winked at you and your face turned red.

“Oh gosh please don’t remind me. I’m so nervous.” Your eyes grew wider as you both sat down.

-

“Here are the list of nominees for song of the year,

As It Was, Harry Styles.

Break My Soul, Beyoncé.

Just Like That, Bonnie Raitt.

About Damn Time, Lizzo.

Lavender Haze, Y/N Styles.”

“And the Grammy for song of the year goes to,” Jill opened the envelope and smiled. “Y/N Styles, Lavender Haze!!”

You stared at your champagne glass and you felt Harry gently shake you to get you to stand up. You looked up at him and let out a shaky laugh. “Oh my god.. Is this actually happening?” You asked him and he pulled you in for a hug.

“It’s actually happening, darling.” He pulled away. “Now go up there and get your award!”

You did as you were told and looked back at the screen to make sure it was actually your face up there. “Wow.. I didn’t have anything prepared because honestly I didn’t think I’d win. I mean I was up against Beyoncé and Lizzo, why on Earth would I win this?” You looked at the award in your very shaky hands. “Holy shit. Thank you so much to everyone who helped me with this song. Thank you to Harry for being my inspiration for this entire album, really. I wouldn’t be here without you, H. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You walked off the stage and went back to your table.

Trevor started talking again through the microphone and you stared at your hands in shock. “Oh my god, Harry. I just won a fucking Grammy.” You said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

Harry pulled your chair closer to him and placed a kiss to your temple as you leaned into him. "Mum wants a picture of both of us with our awards, are you up for one right now?" He asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

You nodded and watched as he handed his phone to Lizzo then helped you stand up.

"Okay smile!" Lizzo said and you both held your Grammys up to the camera with a huge smile. "Perfect, I took like a thousand."

-

It was the last category of the night, Album Of The Year, and man were you nervous. It was such a tough category against many talented artists but you kept reassuring Harry that he was going to win. "When you win, we're gonna go celebrate like there's no tomorrow." You ran your fingers through his hair at the back of his neck.

"Okay everyone, we're on in 5 seconds!" You heard someone say through the speakers and you put your phone in your handbag.

Trevor stood on the stage and smiled brightly. "To wrap the evening up, we have DJ Khaled and John Legend performing for us tonight but before that, we have one final category, Album Of The Year! Lets take a look at the nominees."

"Harry's House, Harry Styles.

Voyage, ABBA.

30, Adele.

Un Verano Sin Ti, Bad Bunny.

RENAISSANCE, Beyoncé.

Good Morning Gorgeous (Deluxe), Mary J. Blige.

In These Silent Days, Brandi Carlile.

Music of the Spheres, Coldplay.

Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, Kendrick Lamar.

Special, Lizzo."

"And the Grammy goes to..." He smiled and opened the envelope. "Harry Styles!"

Everyone started cheering and you practically jumped out of your seat and hugged Jeff as tight as you could before pulling away after a moment and looking at Harry who had his face in his hands. "H! You did it, H!" You helped him stand up and then pressed a kiss to his lips.

He returned the kiss and then after hugging everyone, he made his way top onto the stage with you, Kid Harpoon, and Tyler. He took the award in his hands and smiled. "Shit! I mean-shit! Man.. Um, I’ve been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. At a lot of different times in my life I listen to everyone in this category when I’m alone, and I think on nights like tonight, its obviously so important for us to remember that there is no such this as best in music. Um-I don’t think any of us sit in the studio thinking, making decisions based on what is gonna get us one of these. This is really, really kind. I’m so, so grateful. I’m gonna pass it over to my collaborators who are- I’m just so uh, this doesn’t happen to people like me very often and this is so, so nice. Thank you very, very much." He handed the Grammy to Tyler and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I love you so much.” He wiped his tears on your dress and pulled back to admire your face.

"I love you so much more."

-

After you went home, showered, and got changed into comfier clothes, you and Harry headed over to Jeff’s house to hang out. Now you both were sitting on the couch with you in between Harrys legs with a wine glass in your hand.

“Okay but can we just talk about Y/N’s killer performance?” Jeff asked which made everyone look over to you.

“Oh gosh, my earpiece wasn't working at first and then they turned the lights purple and turned on the fog machine too soon and it was so embarrassing. They were supposed to wait until after I sang ‘I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me.’” You sighed and took a sip of your wine.

“Well you did amazing either way, my love. And you won your first ever Grammy!” He rested his hands on your stomach underneath your Forest Green Pleasing sweatshirt and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You put your wine glass on the coffee table and flipped over so your chest was pressed against Harrys and you closed your eyes.

Harry noticed this and ran his fingers through your hair. “You tired, peach?” He asked and you hummed in return. “Wanna go home?”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and pressed a soft kiss there. “No no no, you’re having fun with your friends. Don’t let me ruin that.”

He nodded his head slowly. “Okay, well just let me know when you’re ready and we can go.”

-

You woke back up a couple hours later to all the lights off and the TV playing a movie. “Harry?” You looked up at him and placed a kiss to his cheek.

"Morning, sleepy head." He whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You hummed against his lips and smiled. "Where are Glenne and Jeff?"

"They went to bed, I was waiting for you to wake up but they said we can stay in their guest room tonight if we don't feel like going home, it's up to you, lovie."

"I'm fine with anything as long as I'm with you." You let out a yawn then nuzzled your face back into the crook of his neck.

Harry turned off the TV and slowly sat up which made you groan. "Before you go back to sleep, let's go get in bed and we can cuddle all you want."

Once you got up to the guest bedroom, you took off your sweatshirt and sweatpants so you were left in only your shirt then climbed into bed and snuggled up to Harry's now bare chest.

"Darling?" You heard Harry say after a few moments.

You looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for everything you do for me, I wouldn't be here without here." He ran his fingers up and down your back.

"You don't need to thank me, H. I love you," You grabbed his left hand and kissed his knuckles. "We're in this together, remember? ‘Till death do us part’ then even after that you’re still stuck with me. It’s just us, baby, it’s you and I against the world. We don’t need anyone else.”

“Let’s have a baby.” He blurted out and your eyes widened. “Shit- Uh, I mean, do you wanna have a baby? I’ll be on tour only until July and then we can stay in England and out of the public eye contact and-”

“Harry,” You interrupted him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Of course I wanna have a baby, do you think we’re ready?”

He nodded his head. “I do, we’ve never been happier and I think it’s the perfect time.”

“Then let’s have a baby, H. I’ll stop taking birth control tomorrow and then we can start trying.” You yawned. “But let’s go to sleep now, yeah? We can talk about it more in the morning?”

“I love you so much.” He pulled you closer to him and kissed all over your face and down your neck.

You giggled and laid your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep. “I love you too.”

-

hi hi! here she is in all her glory! lmk if you want a pt 2. for when they start trying to have a baby, i think i have a couple ideas on how i wanna execute it! as always make sure you reblog to help my page grow, if you just like then that won’t do anything for me! have a good day/night i love you all,

xoxo bella 🤍

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8 + richjake for the situation prompts :]]

8. "Who did this to you?" + richjake

⚠️Tw for richs dad being richs dad, naturally⚠️

Sophomore year has just ended and Jake is laying on the couch staring at the ceiling. Well, it hasn't just ended; school got out a few days ago and naturally, he'd thrown a party in celebration. The mess had been a bitch to clean up, and Chloe had hooked up with Mark Jackson without having the decency to break up with Jake first, so she hadn't stuck around to help take out all the trash like she tended to for these things. He shouldn't be surprised anymore. Maybe he's not. Maybe he's just tired of the pattern.

And after finally tracking down the last red solo cup and throwing it away, he's tracing shapes on the popcorn ceiling with his eyes and wondering when would be too early to fill the house with loud music and intoxicated teenagers again. Jake never knows what to do with himself over summer, with no sense of routine and no expensive vacations to go on like when he was younger. He figures he should sleep; it's more than late enough. But he can't find the will to go up to his room, or even turn off the lights and crash on the couch just for a change of scenery.

He could invite Chloe over. That would certainly fill the time. Whether that would be with sex, arguing, attempted sex cut short by arguing, successful sex followed by arguing, or simultaneous sex and arguing, Jake was considering rolling the dice on. He wonders if she's still awake.

A knock on the door nearly startles Jake off the couch. He catches himself before he can fall and scrambles off much more gracefully to get the door. Maybe Chloe had just come over on her own. Saves him a phone call and the headache of inevitably bringing up the last guy in her pants, at least.

Jake has to say that opening the door and seeing a yellow flannel layered over a grey hoodie isn't what he was expecting to see. He's not complaining, but he is confused. "Rich? What are you doing here? It's like, ass o'clock."

Rich tugs at the hood on his head slightly. The outgrown, red streak in his hair covers his eye. "My house is uh... not very fun right now." For what Jake is pretty sure is the first time, he looks unsure of himself. "'N yours is the... only other address I know."

Jake does what any sensible person would do and lets him in, clocking immediately that something was wrong. Rich has never been one for subtlety. "Did something happen?"

"Psssh, shit's always happenin', man," Rich throws casually, but not really. There's something... different about him. The slight sway in his step. The slower speech. It sets off alarm bells in Jake's head. "Kinda how it works, ya know? World doesn't stop fer anything."

Jake nods absently, opting to not point out the mind-numbingly obvious deflection. "Your hair's parted the other way," he notes.

"No reason!" Rich says far too quickly, then immediately cringes. This only confirms Jake's suspicions that there's something more to this surprise visit.

"I didn't ask-"

"You didn't ask why..." Rich squeezes his eyes shut as if willing the world to collectively forget the last five seconds.

Jake hums in confirmation. "M'kay, so why?"

Rich looks lost for a moment, only staring up at Jake. "It's..." he shakes his head and turns for the kitchen, fussing with the hair that's trying to fall out of place. "It's not a big deal, alright? Don't worry about it."

Jake follows him. "You're not a very convincing liar."

"Who says I'm lying?"

"The guy with an unusually evasive friend coming to his house in the middle of the night who's yet to give a reason as to why."

"I told you, home is boring right now."

"You said home 'isn't very fun' right now."

"What's the difference?" Jake pulls off Rich's hood, and he spins around indignantly. "Dude, what the hell?!"

His hair splays over his face with the hood no longer there to (poorly) keep it in place. Beyond the faded red, Jake sees purple, and loses in fighting the urge to brush it out of the way. A swollen and bruised eye is revealed, as well as a frazzled-looking Rich. Why had he tried to hide this? "What the hell yourself, dude! How did you-" Jake gestures insistently, "Who did this to you??"

Rich holds his breath for a beat, then lets it out through his nose, not keeping Jake's gaze. "My dad'th a dick," he mumbles in defeat.

"No shit." Jake realizes that sounds like more of a dismissal than an agreement. "I mean- why did he-..." he briefly analyzes Rich's words, the way he just concedes to this statement. "Is this a normal thing?"

Rich gives a barely noticeable shrug. "'M usually better at dodging. I mean I wasn't always, but I got good. Recently. Jutht not... thith time."

There's a familiar scent on Rich's breath that Jake hadn't been able to pick up on before now, before this... proximity. "Are you drunk?"

"Not drunk drunk," Rich says. "Had like two sipth."

Jake raises an eyebrow. "The lisp would suggest otherwise."

"...that's unrelated." It's a laughable claim, but Jake has to commend Rich's bold-faced commitment to it. He almost wants to believe him.

But he doesn't. It's too obvious of a lie when looking at Rich's recently demonstrated track record. "You can't sit up straight."

"I was punched in the face at ass o'clock. Fuckin' sue me fer bein' out of it," Rich slurs.

Jake sighs and pulls an ice pack out of the freezer, having half a mind to not shove it haphazardly onto Rich's face like it were a bag of chips and he didn't have a black eye. So he presses it to the purple skin with a more appropriate amount of force, expecting Rich to hold it into place before long.

But he doesn't. He flinches slightly, and Jake realizes that a foreign object approaching his face with no warning probably isn't comforting after being assaulted. An apology is just about to push through his teeth when he sees that Rich looks less scared and more... something else. Jake can't place a name to the expression. Not one that makes sense.

"You gonna take this or what?" he says instead, not giving himself the chance to linger on it.

Rich blinks and comes back from... wherever his brain had gone to, holding the ice pack to his face. It's not very big, so his hand is forced to fall over Jake's fingers. "You gonna let go of it or what?"

Jake might've made a made a joke of it in another context. In another universe. 'I mean I'd like to, but you've kinda got my hand trapped.' 'Nah, it's sexier this way.' 'You mean you don't wanna hold my hand? Rude.'

But he doesn't. He slips his hand out from under Rich's, silent and obedient. It's probably for the best. It is for the best. Rich doesn't seem like the type that would appreciate those kinds of jokes if he were the subject of them.

They're quiet for a long time, eventually pulling up chairs at the table just so they didn't have to stand in silence. Now they get to sit in silence. You know. Like dignified people.

Jake wants to ask questions. Better understand Rich's living situation after a full school year of, somehow, much sneakier deflections that he hadn't picked up on. But his reluctance to talk about it is proof enough that Rich doesn't wanna go there. Why he hasn't gone there before now, before he couldn't hide it if he tried. And he had tried. It certainly brings a new light to his perpetual willingness to get caught up in shenanigans with Jake.

"You don't mind if I crash on your couch, do you?" Rich eventually mumbles, because it's easier than talking about what led him to come here in the first place.

"You take the bed. I'll take the couch." Jake answers thoughtlessly, because Rich deserves that much after having to endure a punch in the face from his poor excuse of a caregiver.

He almost expects Rich to make a joke of it, despite the context. 'Why don't we both take the bed?' 'Funny how you didn't want the couch until I wanted the couch. You tryna say somethin'?' 'Fine, we'll both take the floor. We can even make things weird and spoon if you want.'

But he doesn't. Of course he doesn't. Why would he? Why, when that would imply that they were the very thing that Rich mocked in their peers for nine months? And more importantly, why do those jokes cross Jake's mind when it's just the two of them? Are they jokes? They have to be.

So why does Jake almost want them both to take the bed?

Rich hesitates, before slipping out of his chair and standing awkwardly. "Yer the boss," he says quietly. "I'm gonna..."

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

"Yeah. Night."

Rich nods and makes his departure. Jake wants to follow him again. Watch over him, despite there being no dangers to protect him from here. Keep him company because things have been too damn quiet today and he needs another human around. Hug him because he doesn't know what else to do to make him or his home life better.

But he doesn't.

#asks #writing #mj says shit #be more chill #rich goranski #jake dillinger #richjake #they make me sick /pos

[asteria7fics]

Can we have some of your personal style headcanons?

Why yes, dear anon, you absolutely can!

I'll only share SFW ones here, but if you're interested in NSFW ones please let me know d(･∀･○)

This also contains some mild spoilers for the fic I'm currently working on - NOT The Song of Broflovski. If you'd rather go into that totally blind, then maybe skip this answer. Otherwise, read on!

Alright, so let's start from the beginning. I personally write Kyle as figuring out his feelings first, while Stan acts on them first. Neither one is stoked on the idea of coming out (Stan for Randy-trauma related reasons, Kyle for Cartman-trauma related ones) so they don't publicly come out/start actually dating until late high school when they know they're about to skip town and move away to college.

That doesn't stop them from messing around of course, but I'll save that info for a NSFW drop. (¬‿¬)

I also really like the idea of their relationship not changing massively even after they've become an official couple. They still fight, they still do a lot of the same activities together, and they never really adopt any pet names outside of still calling one another 'dude' all the damn time. Just two straight dudes in love, honestly.

Kyle is Stan's #1 defender, and will go to war with douchebags in the comments of Stan's social media posts (hard headcanon him as still being a musician/leaning really hard into his passion for music. Crimson Dawn is definitely still a thing in the Asteriaverse). You dare to talk shit about Stanley Marsh on the internet?? In front of God and everyone?? Baby you're getting doxed. Bye.

He also just unironically loves the music Stan makes, with Crimson Dawn and otherwise. Like, shitty phone recording from a performance as his ringtone kinda love. I think Kyle would have pretty eclectic music taste in general, but I like the idea of them bonding over the kind of stuff Stan would want to make.

I like to think Stan is more of a bad/freeing influence on Kyle. My Kyle has a little bit of a stick up his ass, especially as he gets older and there's more pressure on him to excel in school. Stan really becomes the person that wraps him up in a blanket after a long day of studying, passes him a drink and puts on Monty Python so they both can just relax and have fun together.

And they're absolutely the guys at the party standing in the corner by the drinks, cracking jokes to one another while they watch everyone else make complete asses of themselves. Just in their own little world, until they get properly drunk and end up making out in a bathroom or some shit. Just messy bitches.

They simultaneously communicate extremely well and absolutely horribly. They have the kind of connection where one look says it all, but when it comes down to deeper issues and arguments they're both trash at communicating their feelings. Kyle gets too heated and just starts RANTING while Stan can barely articulate a singular feeling. Eventually Stan figures out that he kinda just has to let Kyle get his shit off his chest and eventually he'll calm down enough to help Stan sort out his feelings too, but those first couple years? Rough haha no smooth sailing for my boys I'm afraid.

Alright, I'm gonna stop here because I could probably sit here and talk about these losers all day. These are pretty surface level, both because I don't want to spoil too much and because I'm always forming new headcanons for them! Really specific ones usually come to me in the moment while I'm writing, so I'll definitely come up with more before this next project is finished!

Thank you very much for the ask!! ( ´⌣`ʃƪ)

#ask asteria #style #headcanons #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #south park #sp fandom

[steveshaped]

i knew you'd come back to me

a/n: i was searching for a christmas fic with steve, a little bit of fluff and a whole lot of angst. this is just me scratching that itch. btw this is a sideblog which i'm using to write and i don't know if i will continue using it or not.

anyway, this is entirely inspired by my obsession with cardigan by taylor swift so... here we are.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

content warnings: angst, fem! implied reader but can be read as gn! too. the snap didn't happen but time travel did, go along with it, would you? kinda sad ending maybe.

you stare at the pumpkin cookie dough as thoughts of last december creep in. snow, spaghetti, sparkling champagne, shortcakes, silver on the table and these cookies.

those were the kind of dinners you had with steve.

gooseflesh erupted on the back of your neck as you felt the cold air seep in through the door as someone walked in, snapping you out of the memory.

"good evening, would you like to order a coffee?" you ask customarily as you get ready to take his order.

"uh, yeah, can i get a pumpkin spiced latte with vanilla?"

you look up at the guy, almost hoping to see someone else. steve always ordered that since the first time you suggested it to him.

white snow and black coffee, that's who he was before he met you. until you started adding more spice to his life.

it was the middle of december and for some reason you've had steve on your mind all day long. the last time that you had thought of him was when a memory popped up on your phone with a picture of the two of you. you've since deleted all the pictures from your phone (of course, after taking a backup) but that was when you'd finally taken a step to put it past you. that was when you'd decided to stop making yourself suffer in the tiniest of ways. 

today was not helping.

today had been full of coincidences. if that's what it still was, a coincidence. you had gone to pick up your dress from the dry cleaners after your daily run in the morning and you'd seen the exact pair of levi's that steve owned. perhaps not the exact one because this pair had a huge stain on it. so you wound up thinking about the night when he'd been wearing those when he took you out on a date and you both ended up drinking a lot of wine with dinner. he was barely intoxicated, obviously– but being around your silly goofy drunk self made him less sober. and when you both stumbled into your home, unable to locate the light switches– steve opened your curtains whilst you played some music from your phone and took out the good wine for the both of you to have. then your favourite song came on and steve asked you to dance– the streetlight streaming in– illuminating his face– he almost looked younger, carefree, more than you'd ever seen him. you leaned your head on his shoulder as he placed his hands on your waist, both swaying with the beat.

you remember that later when you'd changed into your sweats and crept into the bed with him, you were grateful that it was a sunday the next day and you'd be lucky enough to wake up next to him rather than be greeted with an empty bed as usual. steve adjusted as you climbed under the covers with him and his hand crept up your back, under your sweatshirt, trailing your spine– always at the same spot. as you tried to fall asleep, you spent some time tracing the stretch marks on his arms. the ones he said he had gotten when he was treated with the supersoldier serum and his body grew too quickly, too soon. he wore a thrifted vintage tee, the one he'd found when you took him to your favourite thrift shop down the street. not quite as old as him, but then again, only a few things were. somehow he gravitated towards them, feeling a kinship towards the lost things of the world. it was the same tshirt you'd seen a dad wearing in the park you'd gone to for your morning run.

normally you didn't have time to notice your body when you got ready for work. but today you noticed the constellation of stars tattooed on your knee. the ones he'd drawn after you slipped and fell in the shower and ended up with a large bruise and swollen knee. steve took care of you the whole day, he gave your knee kisses 'to make it heal faster', the way his ma used to. when he was finally leaving the next morning to go on a mission with nat, he drew those stars– a kiss that would stay with you. you waited for your knee to get better, wrapping it up and making the ink last longer on your skin till you could finally make it permanent.

but it was inevitable, you always knew you'd loose him. every time he went on a mission, every moment he wasn't with you, you were preparing yourself for it.

only when you had started to feel more secure– only when you'd catch yourself daydreaming of a future with him– that was when you'd lost him. you remember the car ride to the train station when he was leaving again for new york that week. you'd been feeling odd that day, for no apparent reason. you assured yourself that steve will come back soon. he'd been living with you for the past couple of months until he got a call from tony (only that it was bruce) telling him about some infinity stones.

the steve you knew, listened to you. when he left, he'd grown out his hair and beard on your suggestion– that was your steve. not the version that everyone else knew. the steve you knew was a human being who sometimes made mistakes, occassionally had mood swings, on some days he loved you more and other days not so much (on days you'd had another one of your fights about his retirement) but at the end of the day, he was yours. that's what you thought.

everyone else thought that if anything, steve was loyal. but when the war was over and steve left with the infinity stones, you sat in your home waiting. for days and days you had waited. but there was no news of him. had something happened to him? did he need saving? if so, why didn't anyone go back for him? and no one would say anything. not even bucky. you weren't sure if you had to grieve or not. the only thing you knew was that steve was alive. he didn't come back to you though.

until tonight, when you came back home to find someone sitting on your porch, waiting for you. it took you some time to register. it was steve, it really was him but, he was older. much much older than the steve you knew. 

"y/n"

"steve" you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. you didn't know if that made you look brave or detached. would it make him think that what you had was not real? but if he really went back to live his life then did he ever think of your relationship as something real?

"can we talk?" he asked. his voice was heavier, older too. you let the man in. made him a fresh cup of coffee. 

"the cold really hits you at this age" he says and you laugh out loud. steve was never cold, even when you'd be shivering with teeth chattering cold, you could still find him to be perfectly warm. on occasions you have used him as a human heat regulator. you hand him a hot cup of coffee as you sit down on the couch.

he explains what happened. he explains how he chose peggy. he was a loyal man after all, he had to show up for the promised dance. and he stayed, he wanted to. but he didn't want to hurt you. you'd only been together for how long? you let him finish because you didn't want to fight him. you don't even know how to anymore because this man wasn't the steve you knew. this man had lived his life.

so you let him finish his story. about how he'd passed on his shield to sam. how he needed to come back a last time to explain everything to you because you didn't deserve what he did to you. it took him months because he was sorting out legal stuff. and then some more time to decide what to say to you. and here he was.

last christmas you had steve, tackling you with kisses. a dust of sugar on your nose that he licked up for you. and the sweet aftertaste in his mouth when he kissed you right after. of steve, of sweet vanilla and pumpkin spice from his coffee that he'd had earlier.

you had met him on the train from new york. you'd get to talking around when he way eyeing your cookies (which smelled delicious, who wouldn't?) and so you ended up offering him some. you had some pretty good laughs on that ride, and you didn't mind that he finished up your snack. you'd only known him as steve. so when he asked you out on a date while geting off on the station, you weren't surprised– he was a charming man. and you weren't afraid of admitting that he had your heart right then.

and it's hard to believe that it was only last year that steve was here, putting up the ornaments on the tree for you, massaging your feet after you came home from a very busy day at the cafe, him kissing you at midnight on new years. why is everything so different now? you couldn't help but wonder, what if it wasn't? what if that steve was still here?

but he wasn't. and for that you forgive him, you had to. for your own good. he chose peggy and you forgive him because what you had with him was enough for you. 

you never did hope for a lifetime with him. 

what you had was a lifetime. 

"it's okay steve" you said. and he knew that you were okay then, that you will be okay without him.

that night was the last you saw of him, you sat beside him with your head on his shoulder, breathing him in for the last time as you held his warm hand between your cold palms. and before he left, you kissed his cheek for the last time. you had him at last. he came back to you. and your's was the last kiss he would hold.

#steve rogers x reader #christmas vibes #captain america #marvel imagine #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers au #steve rogers x gn!reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers

[rocketnottheraccon]

Forever With the Juggalos

Another random-ass Shinbaku oneshot in which class 1-A discovers Katsuki and Hitoshi's... questionable taste in music

Art by: @istehlurvz

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It was a Tuesday such as any other. 

Most of class 1-A was enjoying their afternoon, studying in the common room together and, consequently, getting of topic. 

This lead a certain blond haired teen to pack up his things. 

“Uh… Bakugou?” Kirishima had asked, raising a confused brow at Katsuki, who hadn’t bothered announcing his exit. 

Katsuki looked up with a ‘The-Fuck-Do-You-Want’ expression. 

This caught the attention of Mina. “Awh, your leaving?” She asked from the floor, a pout playing on her lips. 

“There’s no fucking reason to stay,” Katsuki explained with disdain. The rest of the class remained absorbed in conversation, the subject of class work long forgotten. “What? You thought I was here to fucking bond with you guys or something?”

Kirishima chuckled lightly, disappointment written into the redhead’s tone. “Well, yeah. Kinda.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “You thought wrong. Bye.” And with that, the teen was retreating to the elevator. 

Mina and Kirishima made eye contact for a short moment, before shrugging it off and joining back into the conversation. 

--

There were many people in this world in which Katsuki found annoying, idiotic, or just plain weird. The majority of- if not, all- those people could be found in his class…

But there was one, and only one, that Katsuki could put up with, and would willingly choose to do so. 

The explosive teen knocked on the door right of his own. 

“Fuck do you want?” Came the muffled, indignant response. 

Katsuki scoffed in amusement, leaning his weight on his left leg. “Your speaker,” he answered. 

A couple beats later, the bed creaked and a shadow appeared beneath the door. 

“What’s the password?” Hitoshi asked, and despite the fact the sleep deprived teen couldn’t see him, Katsuki sent a glare straight through the door. 

“No,” was his stubborn, immediate response. 

Katsuki could hear his snicker behind the door, before it unlocked and revealed Hitoshi, hair down as it appeared he’d just showered, adorning a plain white shirt and red and black plaid pajama pants. He had a smirk on his lips, and headphones around his neck. “They finally got on your nerves?” 

“Fuck you mean ‘finally’?” Katsuki scoffed. “They stay on my nerves.” Looking over the purple-haired teens shoulder to his room, he made one, single observation. 

It was a mess. 

“No.” Katsuki shook his head. “I’m not studying in this pigsty.”

“Then go back to your room,” Hitoshi replied with a huff. 

“Okay. Go get the speaker and let’s go.” 

Hitoshi rolled his eyes at this, crossing his arms. “I don’t want to watch you fucking study.” 

“You don’t have a choice. Speaker. Now.” Katsuki was many things, and persistent and stubborn in order to piss people off was definitely one of them. 

Hitoshi sighed, grabbing the pill-like device off the desk by his door. 

“I fucking hate you,” he said, lightly shoving Katsuki as he passed. It was clear he was only playing, so Katsuki reciprocated, ruffling his hair and pushing his head away roughly. 

“Sure you do, dickhead,” he drawled , disbelieving as he closed Hitoshi's door and Hitoshi opened his own. 

“I’m being for real, bro. Your a royal pain in my ass,” Hitoshi justified, collapsing onto Katsuki’s bed, horizontal, with a deep inhale. “Your lucky your bed’s so goddamn comfy.” 

“Damn right it is,” Katsuki replied with a smirk, settling into his desk chair. 

Katsuki then went on to unpack his notes from his bag, and Hitoshi connected his phone to his speaker. 

“What’re we listening to, Kuckles?” Hitoshi asked, scrolling through Spotify. 

“Can you stop fucking calling me that?” Katsuki requested, glaring at the boy from atop his reading glasses (Hitoshi, Eijirou, and Izuku were the only ones in the entire school who knew he wore them.) 

“Nah, I’m good,” Hitoshi replied, nonchalant. It finally seemed he’d chosen a playlist, if the little ‘ooooh’ he let out beneath his breath was any indication. 

“What’re we listening to DJ Eyebags?” Katsuki asked, not looking away from his studies. 

“Murder music.” 

The first song to come on was My Axe by Insane Clown Posse, and Katsuki couldn’t deny this was one of the many reasons he asked out the sleep deprived teen in the first place. 

“God, I love you,” Katsuki whispered, unheard over the sounds of… well, murder music. 

Hitoshi proceeded to hum along to the words, kicking his legs over the edge of the bed as if he was a pre-teen listening to One Direction. 

“It’s so nice dating someone who appreciates good music,” Hitoshi mused, holding his phone above his face as he scrolled through social media. 

“Obviously. I’m literally awesome,” Katsuki replied, grinning with pride. 

“So, what you studying?” 

“English,” Katsuki sighed. “You’re so lucky, you bilingual fucker.” 

“America ain’t no better than here,” Hitoshi said with indifference.

“Still. We’re probably learning what they teach the fucking five year olds.” Katsuki groaned, resting his head on his fist. “Like, why the hell are there three different spellings for ‘where’?” 

“Technically there’s four, and one of them’s pronounced ‘were’ and the others 'we're', so,” Hitoshi shrugged, pulling himself up and sauntering over to look at Katsuki’s work thus far. 

“Your handwritings shit, bro,” was all he said. 

The next song began; Insane in the Brain by Cypress Hill. 

“Oi, get of my dick. Your Kanji ain’t a sight for sore eyes either,” Katsuki retorted.  

 Hitoshi scoffed. “Kanji’s fuckin’ weird, man. Not my fault you guys draw instead of write.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Looks better than whatever the hell this is.” 

They stayed quite a while after that, simply enjoying eachother’s company and listening to the music. 

“That’s not how you spell that,” Hitoshi pointed it out, and Katsuki only grumbled in self-irritation as he erased it. 

“That says ‘cat’ not ‘can’,” Hitoshi once again corrected, and Katsuki grumbled some more, fixing his mistake. 

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“This is a pain,” Katsuki announced after the fifth mistake. He slammed down his pencil and closed the book. “Shit’s not due till Friday, anyway.” 

Hitoshi snorted, patting his head in mock-reconciliation. “Finally.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Jackass.” 

“Hypocrite,” Hitoshi fired back, landing a short peck on his forehead.

Katsuki scoffed, getting up and sitting behind Hitoshi's head.

The two sat in relative silence after that. Hitoshi had moved to have his head in Katsuki’s lap so the blond could play with his hair, and would show him a funny post from time to time. They went through several songs, many different artist; Panic! At the Disco, Arctic Monkeys, more Insane Clown Posse. 

To be real, it sounded like the soundtrack to a Suicide Squad movie. 

And they were not the only ones who took notice to that fact. 

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Eijirou was only now retreating from the common room, it being 11:30 on a school night, chatting with Mina and Uraraka as they scaled the stairs. 

“Hey, uh, do you hear that?” Uraraka asked, tilting her head in slight confusion. 

“Uh…” Eijirou held that note, tuning in to whatever sound there might be to hear. 

Only the satisfaction of slaughter will return it to the darkness, from which it came.

“What the hell?” Mina asked, concern seeping through her indignant tone. 

Boogie woogie woogie woogie wu

“Is that…” Eijirou paused, processing the- what he thought were- lyrics as they further approached their floor. “A- song?” 

“A song about killing little children?” Uraraka questioned, brows etched together. 

“I mean…” Mina drawled, making her way to the door where it seemed the sound came from. “Look who it’s coming from.” 

Both the other teens make there way to the door, pressing their ear up against it to hear a very… disturbing conversation, at best. 

“You’re fucking wrong, bro. What kid thinks to look under their bed before they go to bed?” 

“One with a brain.”

“Do you have one? If I hid under my sisters bed with a fucking axe or something, she wouldn’t notice until her legs're chopped off. Little kids are not that observant.” 

“They already think there’s something under their damn bed, Hitoshi. If there’s actually something there, there gonna know. They’re already in edge as it is!” 

“No, they won’t.” 

“Yes, they will.”

“No, they won’t.”

“Yes, they will.” 

“No-!” 

It was then when Eijirou decided to knock on the door. 

“Fuck do you want!” Came the simultaneous, unnecessarily aggressive response. Eijirou cringed away from the door, sighing in defeat. 

“Sorry bro,” he said. “Music’s just a little loud!” 

And so, of course, the music only got louder. 

Uraraka facepalmed, Mina rolled her eyes, and Eijirou grimaced. 

How about this one? Duhduh duh, duhduh duh, duhduh duh duh duh?

At this, both Eijirou and Mina wailed out in displeasure. 

As the Slipknot song continued, Eijirou was beginning to give up on sleeping that night. 

The elevator door dings, and out stormed Iida, in his blue night gown and matching hat. 

“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!” He screamed, stomping over to the trio. “DO YOU KNOW HOW LATE IT IS?! PEOPLE-“

“We tried, Iida!” Uraraka complained, stomping her foot and tossing back her head. 

“They’re just being assholes,” Mina groaned. 

“And he’s in there with Shinsou, too, so who knows when they’ll go to bed!” Eijirou added, slumping his shoulders. “At least Shouji seems to be sleeping fine.” 

(Shouji was wearing soundproof headphones and listening to ocean ambiance) 

“Still! This is not the type of music a future hero should be feeding their brain!” Iida then preceded to knock harshly on the door. “BAKUGOU-KUN! SHINSOU-KUN!” He yelled over the music. 

“FUCK OFF!” They both screamed back. 

Iida’s face contorted to a scowl, and he knocked again, louder this time. “I NEED YOU TO TURN DOWN THE MUSIC! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO PUT OUR BEST FOOT FORWARD IF YOU TWO ARE DISRUPTING OUR SLEEP?!?” 

“YOU’LL LIVE,” was clearly Hitoshi’s response. Iida grumbled. 

“IF THIS DOES NOT CEASE AT ONCE, I WILL HAVE TO CALL AIZAWA-SENSEI!” 

There was a joint groan inside the room, and the music came to a pause. There were footsteps approaching the door, and for some reason, Eijirou felt the need to activate his quirk. 

The door cracked open, just wide enough for both their head to pop out, Katsuki’s on the bottom, Hitoshi’s on the top. 

They took one look at Iida’s attire and burst out laughing. All three standbyers facepalmed. 

“I’m going to bed,” Uraraka announced, retreating to her bedroom door.

“Bakugou-Kun! Shinso-Kun!” Iida exclaimed at a normal-loud volume. 

“No,” Bakugou said, once he settled down. “No fucking way am I listening to you when you’re dressed like that.” 

“Yeah bro, what 15th century museum did you find those in?” Hitoshi replied with a few lingering chuckles.

“My night wear has nothing to do with the fact that you’re both a disturbance to the dorms!” Iida reprimanded, chopping his arm. “Cease this at once and perhaps I won’t called Aizawa-sensei.” 

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever Specs.” And like that, they both returned to the room. 

Eijirou and Mina sighed in relief, thanking Iida profusely as they headed to their doors. 

“No problem,” Iida spoke, a proud grin on his face. “It is my duty as Class representative to make sure we are all in tip-top shape!” He turned back to the elevator. “Goodnight Kirishima-Kun, Ashido-San!” 

“Night, Iida,” Mina said, tiredness written across her tone. 

“Thanks again bro, I owe you one,” Eijirou said, pumping his fist lazily as he stepped into his dorm. 

--

15 minutes later…

With no consequence I will do it again

So hard up, and hunt me down, down, down

Jump the gun, bust a cap, hit the ground!

There was collective groan that spread between Mina, Uraraka, and Eijirou as the music started back up, just as loud as before.

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Thanks for reading <33 Songs I used are; My Axe by Insane Clown Posse, Insane in the Brain by Cypress Hill, Boogie Woogie Wu by Inasne Clown Posse, Custer by Slipknot, and What Do They Know by Mindless Self Indulgence. As someone who's gotten called out on their questionable taste in music, this was really fun to write! Bye, til next time!!

#my hero academia #Shinbaku #Murder Music #Assholes in Love #My imacculate taste in music #Kirishima is so done with bakugous crap

[ayameric]

YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE.

Summary: Being the manager of 'The Badlands' was a job Wanda enjoyed, but not so much when the lead singer made her life difficult.

A/N: So, I've kinda been MIA. I had huge issues with my account a few weeks back, and between work and problems with my own health, writing has been a little hard. However, here is some pretty shitty writing to keep you all fed!

TW: ILLNESS (Please let me know if there’s any I should add)

Songs used - Arctic Monkeys

Main Masterlist

‘Peaceful’ and ‘relaxing’ weren’t words that came to mind when Wanda heard the name Y/N L/N. In fact, the name boiled her blood.

Managing the The Badlands was a dream come true for Wanda. Travelling the world, listening to amazing music and meeting incredible music. But what she hadn’t taken into account, was the bands frontwoman, being a total fucking nightmare.

Truth be told, you didn’t set out to make Wanda’s life harder, but you just couldn’t seem to keep your nose clean. Literally, sometimes.

PR scandal after PR scandal had left Wanda with more stress than she knew what to do with. She could only wish you would hit your head one day and wake up with a brain. But unfortunately, she was shit out of luck.

“L/N!” Uh oh.

You scrambled to sit upright from your position on the tour bus’s couch, watching as the redheaded wrath stormed into the vehicle, a death-glare sent your way.

You heard your bandmates giggle, Kate, your bassist, and Yelena, your drummer, happily await the chewing out you were about to receive. To be fair, you didn’t know what you had done this time, so prepping for an apology was futile.

“What can I do for you, ma’am?” You smiled at her, trying to flash her that million-dollar smile of yours in hopes of some mercy. No luck.

 “Don’t call me ma’am, makes me feel old.” Wanda grumbled, folding her arms as she stood in front of you. “What the hell is this?!”

She shoved her phone in your face, showing you a twitter article. Badlands’ Lead Singer Y/N L/N caught in yet another bar brawl!

Ah, that definitely jogged some memories.

“I can explain-“ You tried, but Wanda just shoved her phone back in her jean pocket, rubbing her temples.

“-You know what? I don’t even want to hear it.” Wanda yelled. “You are on thin fucking ice, L/N! I mean it!”

And with that, your manager was gone.

You still thought she was really pretty, even when she was screaming at you. You just sighed, slumping back into the couch, whilst Kate and Yelena looked at you with pity.

“Dude, why didn’t you just tell her?” Kate asked, leaning forward and clasping her hands together.

“Did you not hear the woman? Wanda looked ready to kill me!” You exclaimed, before putting your head in your hands.

“Still, it might’ve helped to tell her why you got into that fight.” Yelena prompted, but you shook your head, before looking up.

“Either way, I should never have hit that guy. I just made things more difficult for her.” You told them, sighing before getting up to walk away.

“When did you suddenly grow a heart? You didn’t give a shit about our last manager, you practically sent him grey.” The drummer attempted to joke, but you just rolled your eyes. You decided to head out of the bus and try to find Wanda, to apologise.

You twisted the rings on your fingers as you looked around for her, heading inside the venue you guys would be playing at that night, assuming she was in there helping with setup.

“Have you seen Wanda around?” You asked a random stage-tech, who pulled a face of confusion at you. “Short angry redhead.” You deadpanned, and he immediately understood, and pointed towards the back of the stage.

You thanked him quickly and began jogging around frantically to find her, catching her conversing with one of the staff that worked in the venue. She finished her conversation and caught you out of the corner of her eye, her face immediately dropping.

That stung your heart a little bit.

“Wanda?” You called out, stepping towards her cautiously.

“What?” The woman snapped back, clearly not wanting to hear whatever you had to say. But since she was your manager, she was obligated to.

“Look…” Your eyes darted around the room as you noticed there was no one around. “-I’m really sorry, I- I wasn’t thinking.”

Wanda huffed.

“No, you weren’t. That’s the problem, you never think.” She scolded, and despite being considerably taller than her, you never felt so small.

You scratched at the back of your neck nervously, unintentionally lifting your Metallica band tee as you did so. As you did so, you could’ve sworn you caught Wanda’s eyes drop down to the slight bit of tone skin that was revealed.

“I… It was out of order, but-“ You were finally going to tell her, but someone calling her name over from the other side of the stage took her attention.

“Look, I need to go. Just please, stay out of trouble for today? Please?” She pleaded with you, but it wasn’t a genuine ask, she was still scolding you like a child.

You deserved it, really.

“Yeah, okay.” You mumbled, but she was already walking off. Shit, well, that could’ve gone better. But as far as most of your interactions go, that certainly wasn’t the worst.  

You opted to head back to bus and get your things and find your dressing room to get ready for the show.

‘The Badlands’ had been on tour now for just under two months, and the last few dates were rapidly approaching. Currently, you were in Miami, then you would be heading to Pennsylvania, and lastly, New York.

It was bittersweet, but you were certainly looking forward to the time off. It would give you time to write new stuff, see your family, go on vacation. As much as you loved Kate and Yelena, and you did, you needed a break.

Song writing wasn’t something you needed time off for, however. In fact, as of late, you had been really inspired to write. You figured it was to do with your growing feelings for Wanda, despite the fact she hated your guts, she had become your muse.

Some time before your show tonight, after you had gotten dressed in some skin tight black jeans, and a loose fitting band shirt, with the sleeves cut off at your shoulders along with some black converse, you had decided to scribble down some lyrics in your notebook.

This scrappy little notebook you carried with you practically everywhere, and it was strictly off-limits to everyone, including your bandmates.

Inside this book, were past Grammy award-winning songs, and hopefully, some future award winners too. Most of your latest stuff were all works in progress, losing inspiration just as you got close to finishing it.

It sucked, feeling like there was something missing, something that hadn’t clicked.

You had your hopes up for this new piece that you were writing, lyrics just flowing from the tip of your pen. Humming a tune, you noted the melody beside the words.

A harsh knocking on your door nearly knocked you from your chair, however.

“We’re on in five, Y/N!” Kate called, and you nodded, getting up and dusting yourself off to look moderately presentable. Even though your aesthetic was something of a rockstar, you still weren’t going to walk out there with mustard stains on your pants.

You could hear the booming of the crowd, and the music of your warm-up act, shaking the nerves out of you as you walked to the side of the stage.

“Y’ready?” Yelena slapped you on the back a little too hard, making you flinch.

“Have you seen Wanda?” You scanned around, but Yelena just chuckled whilst shaking her head.

“Naw, she’s here somewhere though. Why? Want a good luck kiss?” The woman teased, and you just pushed her as Kate walked over.

The lights went low, and you took that as your cue to walk on with fog that would conceal your entrance.

Just like you’ve done a hundred times.

You all got in position, Yelena on drums, Kate and you picking up your guitars.  

The lights lit up, and the mist cleared, revealing the three of you and setting the crowd off into a roar of cheers.

“How we feelin’, Miami?!” You yelled as you grabbed the mic, your guitar swinging around your side as the strap clung to your shoulder.

More cheers came from the crowd, and you laughed.

“We’re gonna start things off tonight with one of our favourites, I’m sure you know it!” You announced, and Kate immediately started off the riff to your song ‘I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor’.

‘Stop making the eyes at me,

I’ll stop making the eyes at you,

What surprises me is that I don’t really want you to’

You began strumming on your guitar, looking down and catching sight of the young women in the front row, screaming and reaching out for you. 

‘And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)

Oh, but you’re an explosion (you’re dynamite)

Your name isn’t Rio, but I don’t care for sand,

And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang- oh!’

Kate sang the back up lines, whilst you continued to the chorus, where the crowd joined in loud.

‘I bet that you look good on the dancefloor,

I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or

I don’t know what you’re looking for.’

‘I said, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor,

Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984,

Well, from 1984!’

You continued riffing out on your guitar, really giving it the theatrics. You finished the first song, and carried on through the set list. It was going well, as it often did.

During a small break in between songs, you grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over yourself, getting your shirt wet in the process, sending the crowd (especially the females) into overdrive.

Briefly, your eyes shot over to the side of the stage, where you found Wanda. But her eyes were glued to her phone, typing away, and you suddenly felt a little disheartened she wasn’t watching you.

The night drew to a close with your final song, and you bid the crowd goodnight. All of you walked off stage, high-fiving and still riding on the high of performing. Some VIP fans were waiting for you, which would usually be exciting if some of them were hot, but you were feeling a little gloomy as of late.

With your acknowledgement of your feelings for Wanda as of late, and sleeping with random strangers just wasn’t cutting it for you anymore. But expressing how you feel to a woman that hates your guts was easier said than done.

“You coming, L/N?” Kate asked, practically being jumped by one of the girls waiting for you all, but you shook your head.

“Yeah, yeah.” Maybe liquor would help fix your feelings.

Spoiler alert, it didn’t.

Here you were, in some random club, leaning against the bar as you watched your bandmates have fun. But what was more infuriating was watching some random douchebag get a little too close to Wanda.

Her hands on his chest.

That smile on her face.

You don’t think you’ve ever made her smile.

Knocking back your drink, you turned around and slammed the glass on the bar, calling out for another. You couldn’t watch.

For a rockstar that could have any girl she wanted, the one she actually wanted was the one she couldn’t have.

But as you waited, you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket, and your interest peaked at who could be calling this late.

You looked at the caller ID, and immediately went to step outside to answer it.

Unbeknowst to you, Wanda had seen you head out.

“Oh, give me just a second.” She excused the guy she was talking to, a lovely English man named Jarvis.

“Of course.” He smiled, to which she mirrored, before making her way through the crowd to keep you out of trouble. Wanda didn’t trust you, so if she was going to have to babysit you the whole night, then so be it. It was only at the expense of her own happiness.

“Hey, Maya.” You answered down the phone, a weak smile appearing on your face. “What’re you doing up this late?”

“I wanted to talk to you!”

“Hmm, I guess it’s okay then. Does mama know you’re on the phone?” You asked, her voice warming your heart.

“Mhmm, she let me call you, when are you coming home, Y/N/N?”

“A couple more weeks, bub. I promise. How are you feeling?” You asked, and your voice began to shake at the end.

“A little sick today. But the doctor says I’m making a big improvement!”

You tried hard to not let the tears pool in your eyes, quickly wiping them away with the back of your tattooed hand.

“That’s great, kiddo! I can’t wait to come see you soon.” You said sincerely, and you heard her giggle down the other end. “You should head to bed though, it’s late.”

“Okay. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight.” You said, as she passed the phone back to your mom. “Hey, ma.”

“Hey. How’s everything?” She asked, and you sighed, leaning against the wall and crossing a leg over the other.

“Alright, just, weird feelings at the moment.” You admitted, looking at the cuticles of your nails.

“What’s up?” She tried, but you didn’t feel like getting into that all now.

“Ah, it’s nothing-“ You told her, but you heard the club door swing open and see Wanda storming out, clearly looking for you. “-Shit, I gotta go Ma, talk to you later.”

You ended the phone call and sniffled, wiping away a final stray tear as Wanda finally lay eyes on you.

“What’re you doing out here?” Your manager asked, clearly expecting you to have found your way into some trouble.

“Nothing.” You dropped your gaze the ground. You didn’t say anything to Wanda because you figured it was better to be quiet, since anytime you spoke you pissed her off.  

Wanda didn’t answer you, but crossed her arms as she studied your face, noting your teary eyes.

“Is everything okay?” She asked this time, her voice a lot softer.

“Yeah, yeah.” You brushed her off. “-I think I’m gonna head back to the hotel for the night. I don’t feel great.” You lied, but Wanda seemed surprised.

“O-okay, I’ll let the girls know.” She offered, and you just nodded. “Goodnight Wanda.”

But Wanda didn’t get a chance to respond, since you had already walked past her, back in the direction of the hotel.

Wanda knew something was wrong, you were never one to leave a party early. In the last year she had been managing the band, you were a wild child. So this was totally out of character.  

Her stomach settled uncomfortably, twisting in a way she had never experienced before. Sure, she worried about you, but that was usually only for the sake of the band and her job. No, this time, it felt different.

She was worried about you.

You had gotten back to the hotel, and you knew you weren’t getting any sleep.

Talking to your sister was a relief, but it also brought up a lot of emotion. It was hard to be away from her for so long, but this tour meant you could send money home to your family.

Sacrifices had to be made, and you’d do anything to make sure your family was okay.

Regardless of your brutish manner, throwing caution to the wind, acting a fool, you still had a heart, and a lot of love to give.

You lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You lay in only your jeans and some boxers, the band sticking out the top, and a sports bra.

Trying not to dwell, you let your mind wander, and of course, it stumbled upon Wanda.

Thinking about the look in her eyes from earlier, you think that might’ve been the softest she had been with you in a long time, since you first met.

That was your own fault, though. If you hadn’t caused her so much trouble, she probably would’ve like you a lot more. But if she only knew.

With your mind on your muse, you grabbed your notebook and looked at what you had written earlier before your show.

I’m a puppet on string,

Tracy Island, time-travellin’ diamond cutter-shaped heartaches,

Come to find you four in some velvet mornin’ years too late.’

You wondered what it would be like if you had met Wanda before you were a jerk, before all this. If you were a different person. A dozen ‘what-if’s?’ bounced around your head, but you weren’t in a song-writing mood right now.

In fact, grabbed the page of the work in progress you had started and ripped it out. You had begun to accept that Wanda just didn’t like you, sometimes things just end up that way. But it would be a little harder to accept.  

Hoping to take your mind off it, you stuck Netflix on your laptop and hoped to drown out your sorrows with some cheap sitcoms.

The road trip to Pennsylvania was unexpectedly quiet on your end, which everyone noticed straight away. Even the goddamn bus driver.

Wanda occasionally looked up from her phone, noting that you had opted to stay in your bunk and blast music through your headphones. You were usually up, playing video games with Kate or watching something with Yelena, but nothing.

Something was definitely wrong, but as long as you still performed at the end of the night, Wanda didn’t care.

At least that’s what she told herself.

“Have either of you spoken to Y/N this morning?” The manager asked, and both girls shook their head.

“Naw, we saw her leave yesterday and figured you’d yelled at her again.” Yelena shrugged, and Wanda was took aback.

“I- I don’t yell at her.” She defended, sounding accused.

Kate and Yelena just grinned, sharing each other a brief look.

“Yeah, you do.” They both said in sync.

Wanda’s jaw fell agape. Okay, maybe she did yell at you a lot. But with good reason! You constantly acted up and made her job ten times harder.

“Yeah well, if she behaved herself, maybe we wouldn’t have a problem.” Wanda gritted her teeth but worry still lined her stomach.

Neither Kate nor Yelena spoke for a moment, their faces falling to something more serious.

“Wanda, our dear manager. Do you know why Y/N acts up?” Kate raised a brow, and Wanda furrowed hers.

“If I did, I wouldn’t be yelling at her all the time.” She deadpanned, and Yelena just shook her head whilst her best friend continued.

“Christ, you two are unbearable.” Kate muttered. “You. You’re the reason she acts up.”

Wanda had truly never been more confused in her life.

“You’re gonna have to elaborate on that.”

“That fight, in Texas?” Kate questioned, and Wanda nodded. “Some jackass was talking about you, real gross. Asking Y/N to put in a good word for you, so she knocked him on his ass.”

Wanda’s heart got caught in her mouth.

“What?”

“Jesus Christ, Lena- I can’t.” Kate whined, putting her head in her hands.

“What Kate is trying to say is- Y/N likes you, and she was just protecting your honour.” Yelena explained. “And all those other times too, it was either that or she was trying to get your attention.”

Wanda was truly dumbfounded, lost for words.

Her eyes trailed over to your bunk, that was covered by a curtain, and her heart strained a little.

There was that fluttering feeling again.

Shit.

She had experienced that feeling quite frequently whenever you two spoke, but she had always assumed it was anger. No, no it was clear now it was definitely the opposite.

That stupid grin of yours. The tattoos that covered your body like art. Your actual body, toned and sculpted. You always wore those stupid band tees with the sleeves cut, leaving little to Wanda’s imagination.

The feeling had always been there, she had either just ignored it or mislabelled it.

At your shows, she kept her head in her phone to avoid looking at the way you moved when you sang and played guitar. Those seductive looks you threw into the crowd. Sure, Wanda had always found you attractive, that was never up for debate, but she never thought she would be attracted to you.

You were an asshole, a troublemaker.

But it was apparent that was all for her. For her attention.

It worked, maybe not in the way you had liked. But it worked. Now Wanda knew.

Kate and Yelena dissolved into a conversation of their own, not that Wanda was listening. Her mind was in a tizzy, trying to resolve her feelings. It was incredibly confusing.

This wasn’t out of the blue, but in the same way it was.

The show in Pennsylvania went well, leaving the last Badlands show in New York. You went on stage, did your thing, and disappeared back into the hotel without another word.

Nobody knew what was going on, and this was so out of character for you that no-one really knew how to deal with it.

But something was going to have to change before it affected your performance.

Wanda pushed away what Yelena and Kate had told her the other day, more focused on finding out what was going on with you recently.

She found your hotel room, and knocked harshly so that you would hear.

After a few seconds, she heard the thudding of your feet get closer before the door creaked open.

“I haven’t done anything.” You sighed, not wearing your usual grin and Wanda’s fears that something was wrong were confirmed.

“I’m not here to yell at you.” Wanda said back, trying to keep her tone a little lighter than usual.

You didn’t say anything, only shifted your weight between your feet as you put your arm against the door, showing off your bicep that Wanda couldn’t help but notice.

Not the time.

“What?” You asked impatiently.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been so distant over the past few days.” Wanda folded her arms.

“Why do you care?” Narrowed eyes pointed her way, and this was a tone you had never taken with her before, she certainly didn’t appreciate it.

“Because it’s my job to.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, before trying to close the door and walk away. But Wanda caught the door with her foot, and followed you into your room as you sat on the end of your bed.

“Yeah, it’s your job to care, but that’s all it is.” You stated. “You only care because it’s your job. You don’t like me, I get it. After New York, you’ll barely have to see me. So don’t worry about it.”

That sentence hurt both of you.

Wanda took a deep breath, trying to ignore the tension in the air.

“That night, outside the club after the show in Miami. What happened?” Wanda asked, but you seemed reluctant. “I swear to God, Y/N.”

“Fine! Jesus Christ!” You snapped, sighing. “Fuck, okay… My sister called.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister.” Wanda said, her tone a lot more quiet.

“Yeah well, we aren’t friends like that I guess.” You stated. “Maya, she… she’s my little sister. Half-sister. She’s only nine, and…”

There were the tears in your eyes again, and Wanda’s heart wrenched at what you said next.

“She has leukaemia. Has for the past two years, and I don’t see her that often so it’s tough. I miss her a lot, and I’m afraid something will happen when I’m not there. But I have to be out to pay for her treatment, because unfortunately, we live in the shithole that is America.” You ranted, sniffling as you did so.

“Y/N, I- I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” Wanda’s voice broke, but you shook your head, blinking away your tears.

“It’s fine. But, it’s just hard to be away from her. Doctor’s say she’s getting better, but…” You trailed off, but Wanda knew what you were putting out there.

You didn’t speak again, and Wanda made the bold decision to sit beside you on the bed.

The close proximity to her set your nerves alight. You looked up, into her eyes, and this was the first time you had ever been this close, and it made you feel fuzzy.

“And then there’s you.” You finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“W-what?” It was Wanda’s turn to stumble now.

“You. You drive me fucking crazy!” You raised your voice, standing up abruptly. “Do you know why I do the things I do? Act the way I do?”

Wanda gulped, and nodded.

“Kate and Yelena told me.” She admitted, and you just rubbed your face with your hands.

“Shitheads.” You grumbled. “L-look, I like you Wanda. I really, really do. A-and I don’t try to make your life difficult, I just- I don’t know how to express the way I feel like a normal person. The only way I emote is through my music, and-“

Wanda cut you off as she shot up and grabbed the sides of your cheeks with her hands and pulled you into a kiss. It took you off guard at first, but you melted into it, your hands finding Wanda’s waist.

The only noise in the room now was the sounds of your lips breaking apart for the occasional breath, before you nipped at her lower lip in an attempt at a silent ask for permission. Wanda granted you entrance, and your tongues slid together as she moaned into your mouth.

You finally broke away for a breath of air, and Wanda just stared up at you in awe.

“I’m sorry for being so hard on you.” She said sadly, but you shook your head.

“It’s not your fault, if I had just known how to talk to you, none of this would ever have happened.” You told her, and she just offered you a tight-lipped smile. “It’s just that every time we would go out to a club or celebrate, some guy would find his way over to you and it threw me off.”

“Well, it’s just you and me, so. Tell me, Y/N, how do you feel?” Wanda asked, somewhat teasingly, and you just let go of her waist and reached into your pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper.

“I wrote something, well, started to. I wrote it for you.” You admitted, unravelling the paper, and Wanda looked shocked.

“You… you wrote a song for me?” She whispered, and you nodded. Wanda’s own eyes were beginning to line with tears after an already emotional evening.

“It’s not done, and I was hoping to get it finished by the time we got back to New York so that we could go to the studio and record it. Maybe play it in the last show of the tour.” You shrugged, and Wanda nodded.

“That sounds good.” She smiled, and you did too, leaning into to kiss her one more time. “Do I get to read it?”

You shook your head.

“Not till it’s done.”

“You ready, Lena?” You asked from the mic, and the drummer nodded. You gave a thumbs up to the producer on the other side of the glass to your recording booth.

You also caught the sweet smile Wanda sent your way.

“Aye, Mike?” You asked, and the producer looked up from his soundboard. “Make Wanda wait outside.”

Wanda frowned now, but you told her she wasn’t allowed to hear it until it was done.

Your manager did as she was told, and went out, allowing you to record your latest piece. Yelena and Kate loved it, even more so after you told them what happened between you and Wanda that other night.

Recording took less than an hour, quicker than any of your other songs. You knew it was special that way.

“You guys good to play that tonight?” You asked, slipping off your headphones as Mike got to work producing.

“Fuck yeah!” Yelena roared, and you laughed at her reaction.

That night, the last show of your tour, you had anticipated nerves, but not like this. Probably due to the fact that you were performing a song for the first time that revealed your feelings about Wanda to a crowd of thousands of people.

But this was what you wanted.

You wanted her. And you wanted her to hear it.

Following the usual routine, you headed out on stage and the reveal sent the crowd wild.

“Hello New York! It’s good to be home!” You yelled into the mic, smiling widely, and genuinely for the first time a while. “Let’s get this shit kicked off with a little 505!”

The crowd screamed, and lights dimmed as you played the slightly calmer song. But the set list continued through the night, upping the ante and the energy.

When you looked over to the side of the stage, Wanda wasn’t buried in her phone, she was looking at you, a smile on her face, and it sent you to cloud nine.

You finished your last song, and now came the surprise.

“Now, dearest fans, we have a surprise for you.” You admitted, and it captivated their attention. “We have one more song for you, and it’s a special one, because this is the first time anyone has heard it.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, and the band laughed at their reaction, but you only cast a glance at Wanda, who was basically giddy with excitement.

“It’s called R U Mine? And we hope you enjoy.” The lights strobed, and Kate played the first note, and you began.

‘I'm a puppet on a string Tracy Island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches Come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space In my mind, when she's not right there beside me’

You got into it, really giving it your all, but it didn’t go unnoticed that when you weren’t lost in the music, your eyes were on Wanda.

‘I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?" Well, are you mine? Are you mine? Are you mine? Oh, ah’

You played the song through, and bid goodnight to your home city, before dashing off to the side to see your favourite manager, who immediately looped her arms around your neck.

“So, what did ya think?” You asked, but you got your answer in the form of a deeply passionate kiss.

“I loved it.”

You couldn’t help but smirk.

“Good, because that kind of answers my question.”

“And what was that?” Wanda asked curiously, still grinning.

“Will you be mine?”

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