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video-game-luvr · 13 days

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80's themed Honkai Star Rail!

A/N: Let me cook! Let me cook! These prompts will be made into yandere fics, if you guys enjoy it, the smut will come eventually.. If you folks dig it! Just be patient and let me cook! I haven't ever posted actual fics or series so my work isn't the best but I still hope you bunch enjoy it nonetheless! Feel free to correct me or tell me if it's OOC! I am always open to improving! English was not my first language.

My ask box is open for ideas and thirsts! Maybe an 80s slasher theme next? A serial killer is on the loose! Who could be behind the mass disappearances!

Neighbourhood dilfy uncle Gallagher, who is friends with your parents... This prompt would also work so well with Jingyuan! Your parents just trust their friends so much, don't they?

Welt being that hot librarian with a mature charm. You can't help but gaze at his veiny and calloused hands, holding that book, and scrutinizing everything about the contents of the book.

Sneaking out at night to skate around with Caelus and Luka!

Dan Heng who is part of a band, as a bassist. Walking around everywhere with his headphones on. Talking about music with him, and him sharing all his favourite songs with you by giving you a custom made cassette! (Though it was probably pirated)

Going to a cassette store and befriending Dan Heng gives you butterflies. The usually cold and hard-to-approach Dan Heng was now your friend!

Gepard being the local heartthrob, he is such a sweet man, always helping his neighbours with carrying their groceries to their house. Funnily enough, this man is also really clumsy. Your mom asked for his help in changing a light bulb, only for him to fall over from the ladder, luckily he didn't get any major injuries from it.

More about Gepard, he is part of the baseball club! His broad figure and precise aim makes him perfect for it! Just about everyone has a crush on this brawny oaf! He is such a himbo. He can definitely do no harm!

Rock star Blade/Yingxing! It just makes so much sense! Especially if his band is punk, definitely an alternative band for sure, even if it's not punk. Just cheering for him with all your heart, and seeing him throw a wink your way.. Orz "Meet me behind stage." He mouthed to you. The cold arrogant star took a liking to you! Now this is exciting!

Ah yes, Sunday. The epitome of a perfect man. A role model for everyone in school. (Probably a preppy private school) His drive to keep things in order is commendable. All of his perfect execution as a school president isn't limited to the school. He also most definitely goes to church and organizes youth events, leading the choir, you name it!

However, under that flawless persona. Sunday is probably hiding some deep dark secrets. Who knows what that man is thinking.(It's giving... cult leader!)

Playing videogames with Caelus! Who has been your trusty neighbour for years! Your first encounter was him digging into piles of junk, you were really weirded out at first, and probably refused to play with him. But with enough nagging from your mom, you slowly warmed up to the idea of being friends with that weird silly neighbour of yours. From that point on, you guys started to play videogames together! Caelus has started to change over time, he seems to not be able to focus on videogames anymore.. His face oddly becomes red when he catches you gazing at his face. Without your knowledge, someone's love has started to bud and bloom. (He wants you so bad! You might regret befriending this weird kid!)

Himeko is the absolute hot aunt! The resident MILF! Every time she talks with your mom, you can't help but stare at how beautiful she is. She can't help but tease you about how adorable you look with that flushed face of yours. Your mother trusts her with all her heart. I'm sure she wouldn't do anything twisted.

Argenti, an art student. His vision of what beauty is is directly painted onto the canvas. He is incredibly passionate about his vision. A beautiful birth, a beautiful life, a beautiful end to life. He may seem a bit eccentric at times, but he means well... Right? (He is probably a cult member... Not Sunday's though. He is a follower of the path of beauty!)

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nai-nyeartwork · 2 months

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The AU you have where Vox is the vintage one and Alastor the modern one has been living in my head rent free. I can’t stop thinking about Vox being all bouncy and cartoony (definitely like you said, Roger Rabbit) and having very cartoon-esque physics and power base. Or Alastor still being radio but very much modern and staying ahead of the game. If you are willing and have any time to indulge me, I would love love love to hear more about your AU!!!

Hey! I'm happy you like this AU. I wish I had more time to explore or write a proper story for it since I have too many ideas for it. For this AU, Vox can upgrade himself to how he normally appears in the show but he honestly prefers staying like a cartoon demon since he thinks he is more powerful in that form. Like breaking the 4th wall and using cartoon logic to mess up hell's landscape/ other demons. When he does switch TV heads, because his retro TV got busted or needs to try a different attack, his powers will changed based on the type of media or how advanced the technology is. I keep thinking he secretly doesn't want Alastor to see him differently than his normal retro look since Vox knows how the Radio demon feels about technology. Since it sort of like a swap AU, Vox has two thralls, Valentino and Velvette instead of forming an alliance with them. He tricked Val into signing a contract with him when the moth demon was struggling with his porn studio or had problems with the shark mafia. While Velvette tried to confront Alastor and Vox to be the new overlord media but lost against Vox. He kept her around since she seemed useful and would call on her more than Val when it came to promoting his or Alastor's broadcasts. Vox still lets his thralls try to make their own business but constantly demands their assistance for random dangerous schemes. If the Vees oppose or try to avoid Vox, then he will control them like puppets with his inky cable wires. The Vees are up to date with hells society even using advanced technology thanks to Alastor, but because they are under contract their appearance remains the way they arrived to hell? Or like vintage animation style? Like Val’s appearance has 70s archie animation/comic style while Velvet's is more 80s lolita anime (kinda like Perfect Blue). Meanwhile, Alastor still befriends Rosie who also has to catch up with the time. He often promotes her business since Rosie's cannibal town has become more like a meat/food factory. Rosie often repurposes any meat, scales, teeth, and angel feathers/blood to sell at her cannibal markets.

Husker stays as an overlord but owes a favor to the Media Overlords, and often plays host to them whenever they visit his casino. I was gonna make Niffty an overlord too but I haven't decided what type she would be or just be Alastor's assistant.

I kind of want Vox to help the Hazbin Hotel and Charlie (if I don't change her and the other hazbin residents roles too much). He wants to help the hotel because Vox's end game would be controlling them. Alastor only offers to help the hotel when Vox asks him to otherwise he doesn't bother to interact with the other residents or with Charlie since he has a podcast to run.

As for Vox and Alastor's relationship, they can be very professional in front of strangers/public while with associates/friends they get a little affectionate. They are on guard constantly and only trust each other since they are media demons. In private, they are very vulnerable and give each other a lot of aftercare. Or try to have a few mental breaks from upholding an image to the public. Like Vox has a whole-ass aftercare routine when Alastor is stressed and doesn't want to listen to demons due to his radio abilities. He even mutes himself and plays silent films while Alastor hides under a blanket with noise-cancelling headphones on. And when Vox destroys or needs to repair his TV head, Alastor always makes sure to have spare parts and tools on hand to assist him. He is used to repairing Vox and acting like a doctor for him.

They have been together for so long in hell, they lose their shit if the other overlord gets hurt or someone tries to take them away since in their eyes no one else compares.

And that's all I have folks!

#staticradio #radiostatic #staticlovetune #swap au #I might call it retroswing au #I don't know

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yukidragon · 10 months

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Hey Yuki, I was thinking about this the other day and it would be hilarious for Jack to stumble upon Rick Astley’s ‘Never to Give You Up’ and start singing along to it before his Sunshine looks back at him with a quiet terror because of the Internet. (Bonus points if he starts to troll them with the song and also, ‘Together Forever’ sound like a happy ending for Jack and his Sunshine)

Pffffff, that it's very fitting, especially since "Never Gonna Give You Up" and "Together Forever" are part of Jack's official spotify playlist. Sadly, it was released in 1987 and 1988 respectively so he died before he could listen to them during his lifetime. Alas. I'm sure [Redacted] would've loved listening to them.

So that gives me the image of Jack doing chores around the apartment, listening to an oldies station on the radio that specializes in 80's era music, and "Never Gonna Give You Up" comes on. He hums along, swaying to the beat, maybe singing along to the lyrics a little, since it's such a catchy song, and it really speaks to him.

Alice in the living room vaguely hears the Rick Roll song through her headphones and checks what tab on her computer is playing it, doing work of her own on her laptop. It's then that she takes her headphones off and realizes Jack is listening to the song unironically. He looks so cheerful about it too.

There's a moment where Alice just has to stare at him bobbing to the beat in the kitchen, the gears in her mind locked up for a moment between flashbacks of the internet pranks and accepting, yeah, Jack would like that kind of song, wouldn't he? He's from the 80's after all.

...This isn't going to be a regular thing, right?

At the same time it makes Alice wonder how Jack would react to being rick rolled and... she just can't resist. She starts snickering and loads up some webpages in preparation and brings her laptop into the kitchen.

Jack, naturally, is delighted Alice wants to join him. Oh? The song? It's catchy isn't it? Yeah, he likes it a lot! He could listen to it all day. It's almost disappointing for him when it comes to an end.

Alice feigns innocence and says that she wanted to show him something she found on her laptop.

Jack, ever eager to engage in his sunshine's interests, turns off the radio and looks at the webpage - something harmless like a link to a recipe. Oh, Alice wants him to check this out? Sure he'll-

Suddenly the song starts and Jack jumps a little as the music begins and the video plays. Then there's excitement! Oh, it's the song! Alice found it for him. The music video is pretty cool too. He watches it with unironic enjoyment, happy as can be.

Alice takes pleasure in his happiness, but that doesn't deter her from her mischief. When the song is over Jack wonders why the link brought him to the video instead of a recipe. He's still not used to computers or the internet and has needed her help to catch up with that technology. He's quick to learn, but there's still a lot that he doesn't know.

Alice shrugs noncommittally and suggests he try the link again. It leads to the song, of course. Jack chuckles a bit, but pauses the video this time. He can listen to it later. He wants to help his sunshine now.

Strange. Why does the link not work? Jack wonders. He clicked it like he was supposed to. He asks Alice if he did anything wrong, and she says nope. Maybe he should try another link, she suggests, then directs him to another tab where a link supposedly leads to pictures of kitties.

Again comes the Rick Roll and Jack is even more confused. Again clicking the link results in the same thing. He's wondering if there's something weird going on with the internet.

The next few links do the same thing and Jack is absolutely perplexed. He even checked the link addresses and they all go to different places, yet always he comes back to the video! What's going on?

Of course, Jack is a clever man and very perceptive, especially when it comes to his sunshine. It didn't escape his notice that Alice was snickering and fighting to keep a straight face the entire time, highly amused about something, especially when that video starts to play. Finally he gives her a suspicious look and asks if she has any idea what's going on, his tone making it clear that he knows something is fishy here.

Alice, between giggles, suggests he tries another link. Jack looks at her with a smirk, guessing now that he's being pranked. He says that somehow he has a feeling he knows that this link that claims it leads to an article about llama racing is going to be a lot more musical than advertised.

Jack is just outright looking at Alice as he clicks the link, starting up the song while staring at her, and she can't hold it together, cracking up. He's amused and chuckles along, thinking the humor comes entirely with the prank.

When Alice eventually gets her giggles under control, she does explain the full context of the Rick Roll and what turned the song into a meme. She just gave him a demonstration of it, as all internet newbies fall for it when they first go online.

"Even you, sunspot?"

Alice lets out an overly dramatic sigh coupled with an exaggerated eyeroll. "Wayyyy too many times as a kid. My online friends at the time thought it was funny."

Jack, of course, is a good sport about being pranked by his sunshine. The two of them have a nice chat about it, laugh over it, and Alice even shows him some popular remixes to the song, though he likes the original the best.

By this point, Alice has helped Jack get his own Spotify-equivalent (Stripeify?) account so he can play his favorite 's songs whenever he likes and doesn't have to wait for them to appear in rotation on the radio. It's full of 80's songs mostly, naturally, but there are a couple he found from listening to her playlist that now always remind him of her.

Jack gets also a little more savvy about the internet and meme culture from this. He decides to get a little payback of his own, though not with link misdirects. Instead he suddenly starts humming and singing the song when Alice least expects it. It becomes a bit of an in joke between them.

Jack still loves the song unironically, and sometimes he sings it not to tease Alice, but more as a stealthy promise to her. It's so fitting for their relationship after all. She's so shy about things going further than friendship between them for the longest time, but he'll never give her up, never let her down, and so forth.

In a way, Jack can say all the things that he's thinking of well before things change between them, sneakily masquerading it behind a song that becomes something special between them.

Of course, the song leads Jack into listening to the other songs by Rick Astley. "Together Forever" is another favorite of his for obvious reasons. He and his sunshine will be together forever, never to part... and he'll move heaven and earth to make sure of that.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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Eddie, Baby

Here’s a little drabble I have had in my drafts for a while now, but now it’s a cute little oneshot! (On AO3 too!)

“Robin, I need your help.”

They were waiting outside the school at the moment, the bell was due to ring any minute and it was a rare Friday they both had off, so they were picking up the kids to go to the arcade.

Well, they were picking up one half, Eddie was going to be picking up the other half and his bandmates.

“What’s wrong now, Dingus?”

“I need a way to make Eddie realize I’ve been flirting back this whole time.”

“Why haven’t you just made a move already?”

“I don’t know if he’s actually into me or that’s just how he is..he could just be flirting to be annoying, but I’m doing it for real and I don’t think he realizes.”

“So why do you need to make a big to-do about it? Just tell him to either date you or back off with the flirting.”

“I don’t know Robin, I just want to do something special. I’m really really into him. Like, so into him, I don’t think I will ever ask anyone else out ever again.”

“Oh dingus..”

“I know that sounds dramatic but it’s true.”

“You know I’m going to tell this story at y’all’s wedding right?”

“Oh shut up..” Steve says, turning red.

“I think I have an Idea.” Steve says to Robin one day at work about a week later. They are both working at one of those novel/retro/50s style diners now while they work through their common core classes at the local community college.

“Oh yeah? Shoot.” Robin’s taken care of all the customers on her side of the order window so she leans forward on the back counter to talk to Steve through it, who’s grilling on the other side.

“I’ve been writing..”

“Writing…?”

“Writing music. I may or may not have written a song about Eddie.”

Robin is stunned for a moment then says “Wow, you really are gone on him, huh?”

Robin expected a “Shut up, Robs!” or something, but she got a “...Yeah, I really am.” instead.

“Okay Dingus, what do you need me to do?”

“Can you play the drums?”

“Uh, yeah a little?”

“Do you think you can get Nancy to help? She plays piano..”

Again Robin is at a loss for words. “Sure, Steve, I’ll ask her.”

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They had been practicing for weeks when their opportunity to play it for Eddie made itself known.

“Heeeyyy Stevie~” Eddie drawled when he came into the diner that day.

Steve, who was mopping before closing up, sighed slightly and took out his earbud before answering “Yes, Eddie?” Not looking up at the metalhead.

Metalhead was said with love mind you, and Eddie is definitely one. Despite it being 40-ish years ago now, Eddie dresses like, listens to the music of, and lives like a metalhead from the 80s. Like he was plucked right out of 1985 and brought to the present day. The only discrepancy you may see are the beat up old iPhone (and beat up is putting it modestly, screen cracked and blacked out in places, busted headphone jack that had to be twisted into just right in order to work, no case to be seen) and the earbuds he always has tucked into one or both of his ears.

“Wanna be one of my groupies?”

“Eddie, you don’t need to ask me like that every time you guys have a gig, just tell me when and where and I’ll be there to throw my panties at you.”

Eddie beamed at him “Next Saturday there is an open mic night up in Indy. We’re going to go and take our chances at there being an industry scout somewhere in the crowd!”

“Sounds great Eds! We’ll be there.” Steve smiled back at him “I’ll let Robs and Nancy know too.”

“Maybe we should make it a weekend? You know of any places that aren’t ungodly expensive to stay at?”

“I’ll be able to find something, send me the address of the place and I will look. And for the love of god, PLEASE use the talk to text so I don’t have to decipher what you were trying to type on only half your keyboard.”

Somehow Eddie’s grin got even bigger. “You’re the best Stevie, I’ll send it to you! He said as he headed out the door, blowing Steve a kiss like he always does.

Steve rolled his eyes and pretended to catch the kiss and tuck it into his apron pocket.

Steve put his headphone back in and called Robin. “Hey Robs, no no I’m good just finishing up on the floors. Eddie came in an– no of course not, just being normal Eddie. Yeah so he came in and said Corroded Coffin are going to an open mic night up in Indy. Yeah. Yeah, not this coming Saturday, Next Saturday. Yeah I think it’s time..let Nancy know will you? Also you know I hate to ask, but will you pleeeeeaase ask Frank for us to have that weekend off? You know he loves you. Thanks Rob, you’re the best. I’ll talk to you later. Love you too, bye.”

Steve hangs up, and smiles to himself before finishing up on the floors.

—--

Eddie was vibrating with excitement all the way up to Indy. Steve had booked the hotel rooms for them all, and he, Robin, and Nancy headed up there early to get everything brought to their rooms before they’d meet at the bar.

They head straight there and park around back where they can start unloading and find Robin’s truck already there with Steve already hefting some of Eddie’s amps out of the back.

“Hey handsome, come here often?” Eddie calls to Steve as he gets out of his van.

Steve chuckled at that “Should ask you the same thing, hot stuff.”

“Girls, girls, you’re both super pretty and all that, but Corroded Coffin is two sets away, you guys gotta get going.” Robin calls out from the backdoor, pointing at her bare wrist like she’s tapping on a watch

“Yeah yeah, we’re coming.” Eddie rolls his eyes then tries to jump up to the level of the loading dock.

Big distinction there, the “tries”, since he doesn't quite make it and would have fallen right on his ass if Steve didn’t just about snatch him out of thin air.

“Good lord, Eddie. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

Steve’s strong arms were grasped tight around Eddie’s waist and Eddie had to really concentrate hard on not letting his brain go all fuzzy at the contact.

“You should’ve let me fall Stevie, would’ve been a perfect chance to tell you how hard I’ve fallen for you.” Eddie bats his eyelashes and clasps his hands together at his chest.

Steve rolls his eyes then pulls Eddie close saying “You’re such a tease.” before letting him go and heading inside with Eddie’s sweetheart in her case.

‘Fucking hell.’ is all Eddie can think before his feet are carrying him inside to get set up.

Their set goes amazing! Everything went perfect, and he could see Steve, Robin, and Nancy at the bar, and even a couple other people that looked a bit too stiff to be regular patrons...

They take their bows, and head off stage, taking their amps and equipment off with them in a couple quick trips to get the stage cleared for the next group. Dropping their things into Eddie’s van and saying a quick goodbye to the other guys (who were too young to drink anyhow, and giving them the keys for their rooms.), Eddie headed back inside to search for his other friends.

He was stopped briefly by one of those stiff-looking people as he headed through the backstage area, Eddie promising to give him a call once he'd done his research about signing.

Eddie barely registers that the emcee is introducing the next act because holy fuck how hard is it to find three barely adults in one fucking gay bar? He wants to tell them the news and Jesus Christ he’s about to really start worrying (Did they get kicked out for some reason? Did they not like his show and just up and left before they were done?) when he hears a new voice through the speakers.

Eddie freezes.

No.

There’s no way.

He turns around slowly and sure enough, there they are. Up on the stage.

‘How’d they get up there without me seeing them? We were literally up on that same stage not 5 minutes ago??’ Eddie thinks to himself before he’s really registering what Steve is saying.

“My name is Steve and these two lovely ladies, Robin and Nancy, are here to help me confess something to one special person in the audience.”

The crowd oohs and ahs, everyone looking at everyone else around them wondering who the lucky person is; Eddie wants to too but he physically cannot get his eyes to move from Steve’s back as he turns to check on his equipment because no fucking way.

No fucking way is Steve about to start singing.

‘I mean, he’s literally on a stage with a fucking guitar around his neck (hot), what do you think he’s gonna do up there? Strip?’ Now that’d be a sight.

But as it turns out, there is so fucking way.

The tune starts off small and quiet like a lullaby from Nancy’s piano before Steve starts playing himself, running his fingers up and down the neck of his guitar strumming out some little pop tune that Eddie really wants to make jokes about, really wants to say “Of course that’d be what Steeeve Harrington would be able to play.” but he can’t because then Steve starts to sing.

Oh hey, they actually sound really good, where did this come from?? Also, who is Steve singing to? Eddie knows it can’t be him, he’s been flirting with Steve constantly since Eddie had come out to them, and Steve has taken it in stride, even joking along with him a couple times but neve_

“Whoa, but I hear your voice; it calls me like the night, it’s singing in each syllable I write..”

“Oh Eddie, baby, won’t you come to my arms tonight? I beg and plead you, please succumb to my charms tonight.”

Jesus H. Christ this is not happening.

‘Me??‘ Eddie’s brain short circuits. ‘He’s confessing this to me? That can’t be right…’

Eddie does and doesn’t want to believe it but he can’t help but to believe his own mind’s ramblings while processing the lyrics to Steve's song.

It's been about 10 whole seconds of existing in the same air as Steve's singing and Eddie wants to scream, cry, and throw up simultaneously.

For the rest of the song Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve. His face, his hands on the guitar (hot, again), the sweat shining on his forehead and sticking a few stray strands of hair to it.

When they finish, the crowd erupts into applause and wolf whistles as they take a small bow and step down from the stage.

Eddie thought his feet would be frozen but he finds himself surging forward towards the backstage area, pushing bodies aside, pushing doors open, all the way to the back of the bar where he finds them loading their gear back into Robin’s truck.

“Eddie! Did you like the song?” Eddie hears Robin ask him but his focus is trained on Steve, who looked over at him as soon as Robin had called out Eddie’s name.

Eddie registered a bit of fear in his expression as he stalked toward Steve, before he leaping on top of him, knocking them both to the ground as Eddie kissed Steve stupid.

“You are. So fucking. Hot I can’t. Stand it.” Eddie punctuated each section with a kiss to somewhere on Steve’s grinning face.

“I take it you liked the song?”

Eddie kissed Steve full on the mouth, starting off with the feverish pace he had when he jumped him, but softening it as Steve’s hold on his waist (and his lips against his own) grounded him.

“I loved the song, Stevie.” Eddie said when he finally broke away for air. “Why though?”

“Why did I write it?” Steve asked, confused.

Eddie nodded.

“I wrote it for you.”

“Obviously! But you could’ve just asked me out, Steve! I’ve been full-on flirting with you for months now.”

Steve laughed, stroking Eddie’s cheekbone with his thumb. “I wanted to make it as memorable as you, Eds.” he said before pulling Eddie back down into another kiss.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #st #st ficlet #st drabble #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #stranger things drabble #eddie baby #noelle writes

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didhewinkback · 9 months

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I loved the new blurbs 🥺. Made me think of how did YN react to listening to Harry's albums. Or do they have a special traditions for the first listen to each album since his 1D days? Was she there for the ONOs?

omg hi sweet angel this has been in my inbox for weeks and as an apology i wrote u a novel i wish i was kidding

the first time happened when you were 17, hanging out in his massive flat he shared with Louis, the two of you looking at each other in disbelief every so often because "not even Gemma has her own flat" when he disappeared for a second, coming back with a mischievous glint in his eye, holding something behind his back.

"Wanna do something illegal?" he asked and your brow crinkled in confusion when he revealed the ipod he was holding, your eyes darting from the ipod to the look on his face, his eyebrows wiggling, a mix of nerves and excitement on his face.

"Oh my god," you said, hopping off the couch when realization dawned on you. "Is the single on there?"

"Yeah, 'm definitely not allowed to do this but 've been dying to know what you think so I don't really give a shit," he says, laughing when you squeal. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back to the couch, sitting next to you as he untangles the headphones, handing you an earbud. You find yourself too excited to hear the music to pay much attention to the sparks that zing through you when your hands brush. He takes a deep breath, thumb hovering over the play button, eyes rushing over your face before you just about burst.

“Oh my god play it -” you say, reaching for the ipod as he giggles, pressing play and you freeze, as the first few notes start to play, gasping when his verse comes in after Liam’s, hands coming up to cover your mouth before he quickly pulls at your wrists.

“No, don’t - want to see your face” he says, and you can’t look right at him, focusing on the music instead of his eyes burning a hole in the side of your head, feeling a blush take over your face but you’re too into the song to care, feeling like you can’t catch your breath.

It’s good, like one of those pop songs that will never leave your head. It’s bright, it’s fun, and he sounds great on it, they all do. You can’t stop the wide smile growing on your face as you bop along, feeling like you could burst with pride. This isn’t an 80s x factor cover, it’s theirs, it’s his and it’s going to be massive.

The song ends and you look over at him, the tentative look on his face like he doesn’t already know exactly how you feel about it, can’t see it written all over your face.

“You like it?”

“It’s so good. It’s so bloody catchy and you sound amazing.” you say breathlessly and he huffs a laugh, shaking his head a bit as a blush grows on his cheeks. “I think it’s going to be massive.”

“Does it make me a huge dick to say I think so too?”

“Yes” you say without hesitation and he tilts his head back, roaring with laughter and you’re helpless to do anything but join in.

“Play it again,” you say, once your laughter dies down, the two of you wiping tears from your eyes and he smiles at you, big and radiant and presses play.

That’s your best mate and he’s going to be on the bloody radio, he’s going to be bigger than radio, they’re going to be everywhere, the song too catchy to deny them that level of success, of fame. Everything’s going to change but right now, you can’t bring yourself to think about all the negatives, only how exciting it is to watch the person you love most be on the precipice of having all their dreams come true.

It becomes a tradition from then on, no matter where the world takes him, he always finds a way to you a few months before the album comes out, the ipod sometimes just sound files on his phone, cheeky smirk on his face as he asks “Wanna do something illegal?”. Sometimes you’re even let into the recording process, though you don’t care to spend too much time with the 30 year olds he writes songs with. He sits quietly while you listen to the full albums then demands you list your favorites, smile breaking through in 2013 when you immediately list “Happily”, smile transforming his face as he, absolutely chuffed, tells you “I wrote that one” to which you immediately punch him, wondering why he didn’t tell you, what he would’ve done if you said you hated it and he just shrugged and said completely deadpan “Would’ve cried.”

His schedule ramps up in the years that follow, becoming much more draining, the bags under his eyes darker than usual but he still finds time to text you from across the world, “Wanna do something illegal?” and you quickly run into a private study room to answer his facetime as he plays you his favorite tracks, the ones he’s most proud of, his eyes never leaving your face.

In early 2017, he shows up unannounced on your doorstep, nervously spinning his keys in his hand, adjusting the cap on his head as he asks if you want to go for a long drive. You’re about an hour in, the city far in your rearview, talking about everything and nothing when he turns the radio down with shaky hands, clearing his throat before he says:

“Wanna do something illegal?”

“Are you serious?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper, heart thundering in your chest. “The first single or -?”

“The whole thing. Need y’ to be one of the first to hear all of it.” he says, looking the most nervous he ever has during one of these. “It’s - ‘s different than the stuff I made with the boys ‘nd I need -”

“Oh my god, just play it!!!” you say.

He refuses to pull off the winding road, no one around for miles, claiming he’s too nervous to sit there and just stare at your reaction so he presses play, eyes constantly darting over to look at you.

You’re overwhelmed, emotions swirling through you as his voice comes through the speakers, sounded stronger than ever before, more emotional, more grown up, more everything. You reach out to clutch his bicep when he starts hitting the high notes at the end of sign of the times, neither of you acknowledging the fact that you don’t let go until several songs later, the look on his face as you rave in your debrief making you feel like you’re on fire.

It’s far different the next time, you’re different, your friendship is different, more distance between you than ever before as you try your best to make yourself forget these feelings you’ve felt for him since you were fifteen because he was engaged now and they would never be reciprocated. Despite your best efforts, you still felt your stomach sink in disappointment when instead of his usual text you get an evite to an album listening party with his family and mates, no longer a tradition the two of you can have solo, not when he’s got a fiance he’s singing about.

You seriously consider skipping out, knowing it will cause you more pain than anything else but even despite all this distance and weirdness between you, you still show up, not ready to give up on tradition even though this is different than usual years, opting to hang around his family, making small talk conversation with him when you cross his path, despite his best efforts to engage you in more. At one point, he lets out a deep huff of frustration and grabs you by the elbow, pulling you off to the far corner of the studio.

“‘M sorry this isn’t - ,” he starts to say before Jeff takes command of the room, inviting everyone to take their seats. You offer him a small smile and take your seat next to Gemma, doing your best to maintain a game face once the album starts to play, trying not to let anyone see how much your heart is breaking, feeling every time his eyes land on your face but not daring to look up, not trusting what you would do if you looked over to see him with an arm around her waist, her hands clasped onto his forearm, massive diamond ring gleaming in the light.

Once the final song plays you’re out of there, saying quick goodbyes as you head out, not able to stay for a debrief, not willing to talk about those songs, how they’re the best he’s ever done, how it doesn’t matter much that you think that, how they’ll never be about you. Feeling like your pathetic twenty year old self again, barely able to see straight as you beeline for the tube, not stopping for a second, completely missing the way his voice called after you. If he can break tradition, so can you. He’s got a room full of people who love him, he doesn’t need you.

A year and a half later, you’re woken up with a soft shake and kisses on your cheek.

“Baby” you hear as you blink yourself away, trying to reorient yourself in the surroundings. “Sorry to wake you, know it’s late -”

“What time is it?” you slur out, still halfway between asleep and awake.

“Half past one,” he says, laughing when you grunt and try to roll over. “I know baby but do y’-”

He takes a deep breath, kissing your cheek as he rubs his arms down your sides, you can feel the mattress sink from where he sits down next to you.

“Wanna do something illegal?” he asks and your eyes shoot open as he huffs a laugh against your skin.

“You’re serious?” you ask, “It’s done?”

He nods, tired eyes gleaming as he stares at you, brushing a knuckle down your cheek.

“Want y’ to be the first to hear it.”

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, holding tight murmuring about how proud you are in his ear before you pull away. He kisses you slowly and after some time you make your way down to the studio, settling in on the couch while he sits behind the mixer turning his chair towards you as he presses play, delighting in your every reaction, particularly when you gasp “I said that to you while you were inside me and you put it in a song?!” At some point he comes over, laying your feet on his lap squeezing every so often, eyes never leaving your face.

“Wrote this one about you years ago,” he murmurs softly, chuckling when you shake your head in disbelief. “You’ve always been on my mind.”

And this time, when the traditional debrief ends with the two of you wrapped up in each other, the album playing in the background, barely making noise over your gasps, well…some traditions were meant to change.

You were absolutely at the ONOs, typically you’d only attend the London one but he was about to burst out of his skin with anxiety so you made the trip to NYC, surprising him at his flat, the look on his face making you all instantly forget your jetlag as he wrapped his arms around you, mumbling thank yous into your hair. The two of you prided yourselves on your privacy and subtlety, how you’ve learned to move through public spaces together but these shows were a bit of an exception, the way he kept locking eyes with you, singing certain lyrics to you and you alone though the crowd was none the wiser as he turned back to them, relishing in their adoration, the way they knew every word despite the album coming out only hours before. They felt like the tip of the iceberg, the reactions he was getting unlike anything you've ever seen and it felt like you were back in that london flat in 2011 all over again, watching the love of your life on the precipice of having all of his dreams come true. it felt bigger this time, somehow. never imagining just how much his life and, in turn yours, was going to change over the next year, never knowing how big it could truly get. only knowing you were along for the ride, determined to be by his side no matter what.

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stranger things ● summer of 86 pt 5 ● e.munson

warnings

idiots in love to the nth degree, lots of internal angst, robin and barb are gay and we're all here for it -you're going to see a lot more from them soon, trust-, affectionate touching / petnames, mentions of alcohol/smoking/w**d, swearing, eventual filth, reader suffers from gifted kid burnout but is.. also a workaholic apparently, mentions of the annoying and oh so judgmental small town mindset, internalized confusion / fear due to sexual pref -being gay in the 80's isn't fun and when I write Barb and Robin in a more romantic way, this will be reflected, marital conflicts ( tommy and carol , other 'couples' mentioned ) and tons of other stuff..

reader/you are a female with female parts. you/reader are the oldest Byers. you/reader have a very specific personality / clothing style and/or nicknames and petnames. this is yet another self indulgent thing and i'm not sorry at all.

word count

1701 exactly. for any context needed part 4 <- is here.

summary

"Hot date, right?" He's only half teasing, trying to fight off a surge of jealousy at the thought. You laugh and shrug. "Job interview count, Eddie?"

"Another one? Jesus H.Christ, woman, do you ever sleep?" he's laughing but he's looking at you in concern.

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"Hey guys, give me a second." you stop outside the record store and turn to look back at Barb and Robin. They share a look and burst out laughing. You pout, flip them off and wander into the store. Eddie is rearranging a clearance bin with his headphones in, as you approach him you can hear Metallica playing faintly.

You tap his shoulder and he jumps, whirling around with a glare in doe eyes that seems to soften as soon as he realizes it's you. He chuckles, eyes roaming slowly as he takes in the heels, the stockings, the way your skirt fits just a little too well… all of it.

"Hot date, right?" He's only half teasing, trying to fight off a surge of jealousy at the thought. You laugh and shrug. "Job interview count, Eddie?"

"Another one? Jesus H.Christ, woman, do you ever sleep?" he's laughing but he's looking at you in concern. You shrug. "It's a legal secretary gig.. for Albright? Here in town?"

Eddie chuckles. "Figured you'd go back to Boston."

"There's nothing there for me. I uh..got homesick." you admit and he'll die before admitting it but he's glad you're not leaving, even if he never acts on the way he feels because he knows it'll never happen.

"According t' my mom this one is gonna pay. Like.. big time. Yeah, Albright got several big cases back to back and she's swamped with paperwork but she has zero time." You give an evil laugh, "means I get to do a lot of organization."

Eddie snorts because he can't help it, the fact that you're giddy about organizing a ton of files which is completely his opposite, should be more than enough further proof that you and him won't ever work.

He pouts a little. "Aw, this mean I won't see you at my gigs?"

"No? Why would I stop coming? Angel really needs the help." You're laughing and stepping closer, Eddie steps closer to you too, a hand just barely grazes your hip and you can feel the way your breath catches over just a simple accidental touch. "Besides," you add, tilting your head slightly to look up at him, " Maybe I enjoy the scenery."

Eddie rubs his chin. A smile that spreads lazily across his lips and draws your gaze down to them. "The scenery, huh?"

"Mhm." you've got a hand against the front of his Hellfire shirt and the scent of him surrounds you, it taunts you and ultimately, before you can stop yourself, you've stepped closer. Much closer.

Robin is laughing and Barb is tapping her wrist. You use your grip on the front of his shirt to pull yourself up closer and you give his hair a little fluff. And you're biting your lip again and he fixated, breath hanging in his throat. You laugh softly as soon as you remember the envelope your little brother Will gave to you to give to him and you find it, pressing it into his hand.

"What's this?"

"All I know is that Will wanted me to give it to you."

"Ooh. It looks fancy."

You laugh softly, hand catching in wild and thick locks, "My little brother doesn't do anything half-assed." and after a few seconds, you pout. "I need to get going. I'll see you tonight?"

Eddie chuckles as he smiles and nods. "You know where I'll be."

As you walk out, Eddie has to lean against a wall and take several deep breaths to pull himself together. And he fans himself, chuckling quietly. "Go get 'em, sweetheart."

Nearby, Gareth Emerson bursts into laughter. "Holy shit.. is this Eddie Munson speechless for once?"

Eddie flips him off as his cheeks darken. "Shut up, Emerson."

"Not gonna happen. I still say you're wrong this time and she wants you. The tension just now, dude" he fans himself and laughs again, "enough to smother anyone else present."

"Look.. I'm not saying I don't want her. I am saying she's 'grown', Emerson. She's got her shit together. In what world is a girl like that ever gonna settle or be happy with a guy like me, huh?"

"Ya never know, Munson."

–

The heels are killing your feet. You're excited because you just landed the job and while it isn't being a lawyer, it is still adjacent to the field you chose so long ago.

You're still on the high from it when you happen to catch sight of Eddie's new motorcycle parked outside of the laundromat across the street. Your mom realizes you haven't heard a thing she's asked so she follows your gaze and smiles to herself as soon as she picks up on the way your eyes linger and roam over the tall boy.

"Airhead!"

"___, are you okay?"

You zone back in right around the time your brother Jonathan throws a piece of French fry at your nose. And naturally, he's teasing you, he's quick to tell your mom that things between you and Eddie are "intense", to quote him directly.

"Are not!"

"I dunno, it looks pretty intense to me." your mom is teasing you and you pout. "I like him. He seems sweet, I mean from what I've seen when I see him around town."

You laugh softly and nod, agreeing. "He's different than the other jerks."

"She admitted it!" Will and Jane laugh when they say it the whole time.

Once they're gone to the arcade to meet their friends and Jonathan's left to meet Nance, this leaves you alone with your mom.

"Hey mom?"

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"Like.. do you think it's possible to look at a person and just know theyre.. nevermind. This is crazy. Insane."

"No, tell me. I'm your mom. You can talk to me about anything."

"Do you think it's possible that you can look at a person and you know you're going to love them?"

"Yeah. I did.. with Hopper. And I almost let my own fear mess it up, more than once.. don't make my mistake, sweetie."

"I'm scared."

"Yeah, I know that feeling. Just go with it..whatever it is you're feeling, I mean."

You nod. Laugh softly. "Easier said than done."

Your mom laughs and nods. "I know what you mean."

–

There are even more people at the show tonight and Eddie is thrilled. He's also nervous as hell.

You make your way into the bar and as you're hopping over to hurry and start mixing drinks, you lock eyes. You give him a thumbs up and he gives you that lopsided charmers grin.

"I see what you mean, Gareth. Dude goes silent when she's around." Jeff chuckles as he says it and Eddie grumbles, flipping his friend the bird. "Fucking do not!"

"You do!"

"Do not!"

As the band begins to warm up, you smile to yourself. "Amazing as always, handsome." you mumble to yourself as you wipe down the bar.

And unbeknownst to you, Wayne happens to be sitting a few seats away. Close enough that he's heard you. He chuckles to himself.

Both of you are so clueless it's not funny.

–

The show has just ended. Eddie is loading his setup into the back of Jeff's dad's truck when Wayne surprises him by wandering out into the back.

"Hell of a show tonight, kid."

Eddie laughs. "You saw it?"

Wayne shrugs. "Sometimes I come to watch." and he drags a hand over his head, smirks at his nephew, "I wasn't the only one watching."

"Oh you weren't, huh?"

Wayne catches sight of you walking out with some of the other girls, you're sandwiched between the two girls laughing and talking. Wayne catches sight of the way Eddie is staring and he speaks up. "She was watching too, kid."

"Yeah, she kinda had to. She tends bar,man."

"She clocked out at 10, kid. Angel only needs her from 7 t' 9."

Eddie gapes. Then he laughs. "She probably stayed to talk to the other girls."

Wayne shrugs. "I dunno about that kid."

"Trust me. That's all it is, it has t'be."

You've spotted Eddie in the alley out back of the bar. You tell Tanya and Sheila goodbye and you turn back, slipping up behind him. "Boo." You're laughing as he turns around, a mocked 'scared' look on his face as you shrug.

"Always trying to scare me, woman." Eddie shakes his head. You laugh softly. Step up into him and toy with the front of his denim vest as you stare up at him. His eyes catch on the purple streak of hair and before he can stop himself, he's reached out for it, passing it through his fingers as he chuckles quietly. "Whens that..uh, the secretary gig start?"

"Tomorrow. I'm kinda torn between nervous and excited."

And he doesn't say it but he's excited too. Because until today, he'd been assuming you were only back for the summer. That when fall came around, you'd be leaving for Boston again. Now that he knows you're not, if he were more optimistic, he'd make a move.

He's tempted to go for it, the only thing that stops him is you're not the kind of girl who is just gonna settle for him, you've got all this stuff ahead of you and he knows this and refuses to get in the way of it.

He's excited also because he can look at you and tell that this job is something you really want.

And he's happy for you. Proud of you because you seem fearless and nothing seems to stop you from going after what you want. If he didn't love that about you it might actually make him a little jealous.

"Don't overdo it, alright? Even Supergirl needs rest, doll."

"I'll keep that in mind, Eddie. I'll see you later. I need to get home. You were amazing up there tonight, as always." you give his hair one last little fluff until the next time you see him and reluctantly, you step away, walking over to your moms car.

Your mom is right.. and it's getting to a point where you can't fight the direction you're being pulled. The problem is…what should your next move be?

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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Ok we know all about tom and reader fucking in the gym, but what about reader going to the gym all by herself and tom comes to pick her up, and there's a guy right next to her lifting like 80 pounds, but the instrutor goes to help her, when she's on the treadmill, instead of the guy and tom is pissed like how the fuck would he help you?? He's just trying to get an excuse to talk to you

Don't Need Help || T.H.

Warnings: Highly suggestive and gym tom

Word Count: 768

The gym was a place that you and Tom liked to go together, it was something that actually forced you to work out rather than devolve and get lost in each other's bodies. With other people around it made you control yourselves, contain the want to grope one another excessively which is what always happened when the both of you were alone. It was one of the days that you and Tom would venture out together and lose thoughts while working your bodies. The presence of other people put you off of more lecherous touches but they did not keep you from longing gazes across the gym.

Tom was at the ergs and it was absolutely exquisite to watch, there was nothing more wonderful than when he hinged his hips backwards, you could see the shadow of his v-line peeking out from underneath the hem of his shirt. The muscles of his thighs caused the fabric of his shorts to tighten and his biceps strained, it was a sight that made you want to kick and scream and suck and bite. Bringing yourself from the ground where you had been vigorously doing your ab workout you moved over to the treadmill.

You passed by a rather muscular man on your way, he was stationed next to where you were working and lifting a rather hefty amount of weight. You nodded to yourself in awe of his stature, thinking to yourself that it was nothing compared to Tom, but that was never a fair comparison for anyone. Running was your cardio for the days workout, and it was an activity that Tom greatly enjoyed watching, his head turning towards you as he noted your change from being on the floor to running, he liked watching how your butt jiggled when you moved, each step you took causing a vibration up your leg. Tom watched intently, a smirk growing on his lips as he slowed his strokes on the erg.

A curiosity blossomed in Tom’s chest as he noted the trainer making his way towards you, assuming that he was going to adjust the position of the man lifting weights next to you, he was lifting too much with his back. The confusion quickly boiled into anger as the instructor brushed past the man next to you and put an elbow on your treadmill, catching your attention.

The man next to you took you by surprise, his presence prompting you to slow your treadmill to a near stop, pulling your headphones from your ears and raising an eyebrow at him in a silently annoyed inquiry.

“Can I help you?” you asked after a beat of silence past, just his eyes tracing your face all too eagerly, threatening to wander down the column of your neck to your breasts.

“Yeah, I was just wondering if I could give you some tips on your form or maybe guide you through an incline run” the man offered and his hand moved to reach out and touch your shoulder but a more familiar one reached out and stopped it.

“They are just running, mate, they don’t need your help” Tom’s voice bit at the man, the venom in his tone causing a small smile to grow on your face, his unneeded territorialism coming into play. “I think that your advice might be better put in the man who is currently lifting 150 pounds and not bending his knees at all” the man's hand retracted, falling to his side lamely.

“Who are you to tell me who and who not to train?” The man was trying to not let his voice portray the amount of fear he was feeling.

“Their boyfriend, fuck off” Tom’s short fuze bunred down and this man needed to get out of his face right then and thats exactly what he did, scuttling off to some random corner to assist someone in need of his help.

“Someone got jealous” you sing songed at Tom, stopping off the treadmill and into his arms.

“And what fucking of it?” he growled back, tightening his arms around your waist, his lips hovering just over yours “I don’t like it when people don’t know that you are mine” you grinned at his words, closing the space between you until your lips brushed over his in a barely there kiss.

“He should have known by the way you were eye fucking me from across the gym” his hands fell from yoru waist and grabbed hold of your hands, immediately tugging you in the direction of the door.

“Lets get home so I can fuck you forreal”

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I love Bastille for such a peculiar reason

They make such smooth, easy listening music that I just feel happy listening to them. Like there’s not a single stressor in the world that could bother me with Dan’s voice in my headphones. It’s strange because Fall Out Boy is my favorite band for many reasons; their instrumentals hit all the marks when I was searching for emo bands to get into, the talent is there, the lyrics are so raw and relatable, their concepts are creative with the pop culture references and the soulful influences, not to mention the years of drama and history that followed that band leaving plenty of new things for me to discover over the years. Bastille, I couldn’t even tell you the names of the other members yet every time one of their songs pop up in my playlist, my brain goes “Omg my favorite band!” Now that I think of it, my discovering Bastille and Fall Out Boy almost happened in the same way. I heard the song for a second (Pompeii and My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark) and without hesitation went, “Who sings this I need to look into them” But when it happened with Fall Out Boy, I had the means to actually look into them. When it happened with Bastille (and I love telling people this story) the most I could do was turn my radio on every day at 3 p.m. exactly to catch the stations “Top ten hits” play Bastille until Pompeii was no longer a top ten hit. And just like that, they left my brain. Years later I got a job and with my first paycheck I didn’t go “Finally, I can get Fall Out Boy merch!” No, I bought a Bastille Album. It was Wild World and I love that album to death but still not more than Fall Out Boy...

As I write this post, I had finally listened to their new song (two months old now because it had been sitting in my “Watch Later” since it came out) Shut Off The Lights and it nearly had me in tears by the end. I wish I could tell you why. It’s such a simple song and Dan doesn’t do anything particularly amazing with his voice. But I was so happy that it was so good. I think I had started to fall off the band wagon when the album Doom Days came out. I thought, “Man I spent money on this band and now all their music is starting to sound the same.” I’ve only found one band that was able to switch up their sound but still sound like them and that was Pierce The Veil. Where each album feels fresh, new, and exciting but doesn’t feel like a part two to their previous album or an entirely different band (which Fall Out Boy had admittedly, fallen subject to). However, Pierce The Veil isn’t even in my top 3 favorite bands. But Doom Days man, I can’t remember if every song sounded way too similar to the next or if the album as a whole had reused too many sounds from their previous ones. It was such a let down and then the Goosebumps EP came out and by then I gave up my loyalty. I mean I really hate that EP. I’m really disappointed that they drifted away from that experimental indie-alternative band sound to songs that follow such a boring poppy song structure. Also, if a band pumps out a bunch of music too quickly (which is an issue I’ve found with Dance Gavin Dance whose music is also starting to sound all too similar) or consecutively bad music over the course of a long period (because imagine waiting years for new music just to be disappointed over and over again) then I get frustrated and eventually lose interest. 3 strikes. Now as I sit here listening to Give Me The Future for the first time, I’m not impressed.

First of all, is the amount of auto tune a stylistic choice? My favorite Bastille songs have been the ones with minimal music, Two Evils, Four Walls, even the orchestra version of Warmth because Dan’s voice is that good. That’s also why I hate Novocain by Fall Out Boy. I absolutely love Patrick Stump’s voice and the effects on top of it completely take me out of the experience. Don’t get me wrong, I like that some of the songs have a clear 80s influence (that’s a trope I’ll never get tired of) but that doesn’t automatically make the song good. So why is it that I got to Shut Off The Lights and I’m immediately made happy again. Is it the looming melancholic vibes of the instrumentals? The romantic lyrics? The passion you can actually hear in Dan’s voice? The clear harmonies or the easy bobbing of my head to the beat? What is this formula that Bastille is so good at achieving yet only does 50 percent of the time? Why is it that I always forget how much I like them until I play Wild World and immediately become enamored? How can they be so close to my favorite when I don’t even like half of their discography? I just don’t get it.

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Riders of the Storm

Chapter 1: Something strange in Santa Carla

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Ofc/ The Lost Boys/ Vikings / TLK AU

Words: 1,060

Credit to GIF creators

⚠️Warnings: This is a loose Lost Boys meets an idea I had for a mini fic. So if you're familiar with the Lost Boys, lots of those warnings apply. This chapter is mild warning wise, just a mention of divorce.

AN: I had this idea for a while, and I do miss writing. So, it seems like a fun and casual way to reconnect to writing again before I appraoch any waiting projects. This is set in the late 80s, happily nostalgic for me as a 80s baby.

1987 Santa Carla

As the little bell over the door rings, the sounds of the carnival spill into the shop. Glancing at the door, Violet slides the small bag toward the customer, catching a glimpse of a couple passing by.

As the customer leaves, Violet leans over the counter with a soft sigh. This job had two purposes, to help support her household and to make integrating into this new town easier. Only the former was working.

41 days in Santa Carla and Violet still felt like an outsider, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever fit in here. She could move, she was old enough to have a life of her own, but after her parents' messy divorce, Violet felt bad leaving her dad and brother alone, at least for the time being.

Of all the things she didn’t like about Santa Carla, the worst of it was the uneasy feeling in her gut. Even as people laughed and enjoyed themselves, even when the seemingly perfect weather led to dreamy days, there was still something wrong with this place, she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

As for the positives, the weather was one. People watching on the boardwalk was another. Living so close to water was the biggest bonus of all, the views of the ocean were downright breathtaking.

Violet loses her train of thought as her manager stands beside her, “We can start closing after this last one, I want to make the concert.” Olivia smiles and turns on her heels, seconds later disappearing into the back of the shop.

Violet leaves the counter and studies the flyer on the bulletin wall. Weekend beach concerts were a regular thing here and mostly everyone attended them. After a long, draining week of selling knick knacks to people, all Violet wanted to do was go home. Plus, depending on the concert, the beach turned into a real zoo sometimes.

…

20 minutes later

Making her way down the crowded boardwalk, Violet slides her headphones on and presses the play button on her walkman. Glancing up at the moon, she feels its power wash over her. It wasn’t even full yet, the energy was already overwhelming.

Before she can look away, Violet walks right into someone. Their bodies collide, hands gently touch her shoulders,

“Sorry, I wasn’t lookin-”

“It was my fault, I should have seen you.” He says apologeticly.

Violet smiles gently. He was handsome, very handsome.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, “ she slides the headphones off, “but, I mean, I’ve only been here over a month so…”

“A week, we just got here.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, focusing on her.

“Look at us, two newbies.”

He offers his hand, “Sithric.”

She places her hand in his, grinning as he brings it to his lips, “Violet. Wow. What time maching did you travel from?”

Sihtric smiles, “I’m a little old school I guess.”

“It’s nice.” The busy boardwalk vanishes temporarily as they gaze into eachothers eyes. Violet speaks first, “Um, I should get home.”

“You’re missing a really bad concert over there,” he points to the beach.

Violet smiles again, a warmth washing over her, “my ears will thank me.”

“I could walk you to your car, if you want. I have to meet some people over that way anyway. My bike is there too.”

“And you made friends already, look at you,” Violet starts walking, Sihtirc by her side, “thanks for the company.”

“I wouldn’t call them friends, they just invited me out when they saw my bike.”

“Oh,” she glances over at him, “the Ragnarsons.”

“You know them?” He asks.

“No, not at all. But I’ve been here long enough to run into them a few times. Plus, it's impossible to not notice the neighborood troublemakers. Interesting bunch.”

“You could say that again.” Sihtirc nods in agreement.

As they reach the west end of the boardwalk, the undeniable sounds of bikes cut through the air, overpowering the music from the beach. They stop walking and wait as the brothers pull up on their bikes.

Leading the pack, Ivar stops first, that devious look lingering in his ice blue eyes as a brunette sits behind him, arms tight around his body.

“Ah, and finally, someone gets her to talk.” Ivar comments, his greedy gaze taking her in.

“Maybe you're just not her type of genius,” Sigurd says sharply. Ivar, eyes still on Violet, flips him off.

Hvitserk, to the left of Ivar, bites into a muffin. When he speaks, his full cheeks make it hard to hear him, “Why don’t we take both the new kids out for a ride?”

Grinning, Ivar looks at Sihtric, then back at Violet, “Plenty of room,” Ivar tells the girl on his bike to get off. She obeys and quickly sits on Sigurds bike who whispers something soothing in her ear.

Ivar holds his hand out to Violet, “I won't bite, yet.”

Violet holds her breath and glances at Sihtic. She was curious about the brothers, and it didnt help that they were very attractive, too attractive. Still, something about them raised red flags so she avoided them no matter how many times they tried to get her attention. There was something devious and magnetic about them.

“I can’t.” She closes her arms around her body.

“Come on,” Sihtric urges gently, “come with me.”

Not only was Sithric dreamy, but his eyes were two different colors, she didnt notice before.

Sihtirc continues, “Violet can ride with me. If she wants to come. I won’t push.”

“Um,” Violet looks away, feeling the pull of Ubbes' intense otherworldly stare. She only looks him in the eye for a fleeing moment before returning her attention to Sihtirc.

Something weird stirs inside of her, Sihtric too. Ivars tone was different this time, deeper, darker. Suddenly, the idea of riding with Ivar didn’t seem so bad.

“If you want to ride with him, that's fine.” Sihtric says, a confused look on his face.

Ivars smile disappears, he nods toward the bike. “ Get on.”

Before she realizes what's happening, Violet's feet move for her. She mounts the bike.

“Let’s fucking party!” Ivar yells.

Ubbe howls at the moon behind him as they rev up the bikes.

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AN: I’ll post two tomorrow or the day after. :) It's dinner time for me now.

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#arte fic #vikings au #tlk #sihtirc #the ragnarsons #the lost boys au #chapter 1 #Vikings fic #fic: riders of the storm #supernatural vikings

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forbidding-souda · 3 years

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Scenario: THH boys reacting to their punk Y/N secretly jamming out to cheesy 80s tune? (PS I adore your writing how the flip are you so talented I-)

TTH boys reacting to their punk S/O jamming out to cheesy 80s music

OMG!! Talented??? dbaibdflwahs You’re so nice!!! My crush just told me he adores the way I dance and I still haven’t recovered from it wfhbwlbsahaha

april 26th update: FUCKING SHIT THAT DID NOT AGE WELL^^ OH MY GOD IS THIS ASK FROM FUCKING SEPTEMBER/?!?!!??!?!??!?! I'M GONNA CRY

Anyways I feel obligated to write this since I listen to classic punk way more than like ,,,, , , ,,,, ,, , ,,,, , ,,,,,, ,,, shit like operation ivy and rancid you know. I'm more ramones and dead kennedys.

But I'm a metalhead goth so you can see how I can catch a groove.

currently playing (this is embarrassing since I was just talking about being a metalhead goth please ignore this): already down by the matchstick skeletons

-Mod Souda

LEON KUWATA

➳ He sees you sliding against your bedroom floor, using a hairbrush as a fake microphone.

➳ Immediately upon seeing him, you decide to grab his forearm.

➳ All he can do is smile.

➳ This isn't the type of punk he listens to. He listens to more pop-punk; the emo type.

➳ He didn't even know what punk actually meant until he met you.

➳ You still drag him across the floor with you and sing the words into his ear.

➳ And you never let go of his hand. Not even when you pull him up ontop of the bed, jumping on it with him as you sing your heart out.

HAGAKURE YASUHIRO

❤ You walk past him as he pours hot water into a noodle cup. You don't respond when he says good morning, so he looks up.

❤ There are headphones in your ears... in your own house.

❤ When you notice his confusion you pull on out and give him a smile. "Sorry."

❤ He asked you what you are listening to and you show him on your phone.

❤ There's no way he'd even recognize the artist. There's no resemblance in his eyes. All he does is shrug.

❤ "You don't have to hide it." He states, grabbing his noodles and exiting the kitchen.

❤ You watch him walk before unplugging your headphones.

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

♥ He had a specific thing against hearing music whenever he was reading. He did not like the distraction, nor the loudness of whatever you decided to put on.

♥ If anything, he would prefer headphones over you wandering around the house blasting the disgusting riffs and the unlikable vocals.

♥ "Can you please turn your music down, I can hear it through the earphones." He puts a certain emphasis on the word 'music' that you didn't pick up on at first.

♥ You roll your eyes, telling him no in disobedience while following his orders anyway. He watches you curiously. Only for a second. "What are you listening to?"

♥ "The classics."

♥ He clicks his tongue before laying back against his armchair. "That is most definitely not classical music."

MAKOTO NAEGI

♡ You twirl pencils in your hands and imitate drumsticks.

♡ This is like the fourth time you've done this in this class period alone.

♡ Naegi, who sits next to you, has to bear through whatever song you decide to listen to.

♡ There's even a point where he taps on your shoulders.

♡ Instead of being rude and telling you to stop, he instead asks you what song you are listening to.

♡ You freeze for a second. Were you being loud? You didn't notice.

♡ You show him your phone screen with a kind smile.

♡ "It's kinda cheesy."

♡ "I wouldn't know," he replies quietly. There's a moment in the conversation where you can tell he wanted to add something. So you just stare at him, squinting your eyes and waiting for him to continue.

♡ He finishes: "Can we listen together?"

ISHIMARU KIYOTAKA

❥ "I'm punk." You first told him. He thought it was abnormal. That rebellious music, uncultured clothing, and unjust makeup styles made him scared!

❥ It took a while for you to stop caring so much about wearing headphones around you.

❥ Usually, you'd secretly bob your head to the melody and try not to take his attention up too much.

❥ That became tiring.

❥ "What is playing?" He asks, looking down at you as you sit at your desk.

❥ "My music."

❥ "I was under the impression that you were punk."

❥ You lean back into the chair, crossing your arms. "I am. This is punk music, Taka."

❥ His face heats up in embarrassment, but only a little bit. He has no other response except to bow and apologize to you. It makes you laugh. A lot.

MONDO OOWADA

❣ He's a metalhead. Definitely.

❣ And he's pretty elitist about it considering bikers practically set up the creation for the subculture.

❣ You didn't play your music around him because you were shy. It was mostly because you know he'd judge it.

❣ He just happened to wake up early one day and walk into the kitchen as you were playing your music.

❣ "What is this? Pop." He scoffs and digs his head into the fridge.

❣ "Punk babe. You know this."

❣ "If there's no double bass pedal then I don't want it."

HIFUMI YAMADA

ღ Even if you played your music around him, it's not like he would even notice.

ღ He gets distracted rather easily.

ღ It's usually after a long day of work that he tries to take interest in the things you do, as well.

ღ You're cooking dinner, swaying your hips when he comes up behind you.

ღ "This sounds quite spectacular!" He announces.

ღ It scares you, but you don't let it show. His words even process in your head late.

ღ "You like it?" You spin around, excited. Your heart is pounding in your chest.

ღ "It is very catchy." He says plainly before looking off to see what you are cooking.

ღ Usually, he would find himself picking up something instant. But you take care of him. Help him focus. And give him good music to listen to.

CHIHIRO FUJISAKI

✿ There wasn't really any hiding that came with being with him.

✿ He was always ready to listen to whatever you put on.

✿ You left the room, for a second, just to change into pajamas. When you came back, your punk music was playing on the speaker.

✿ And he was bobbing his head to it.

✿ "Do you like it?" You ask, voice almost in a whisper.

✿ "It's very unique. I haven't heard anything like it!"

✿ It was a relief to hear him say that. You would be embarrassed if he didn't like it.

#danganronpa #leon kuwata #leon kuwata x reader #hagakure yasuhiro #byakuya togami #byakuya togami imagines #byakuya togami headcanons #makoto naegi #makoto naegi imagines #mondo oowada #mondo owada x reader #hifumi yamada #hifumi yamada x reader

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tobiosmilktea · 3 years

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high fidelity — kuroo tetsurou

3.9k words | genre: fluff | warning/s: terrible writers block writing, ooc kuroo cause i suck | pairing: kuroo x gn!reader

↪︎ in which being the only two employees at a small record store meant that you and kuroo worked together almost every day. and not a single day has passed that you didn’t find your coworker absolutely insufferable. you think he’s annoying, and he thinks you’re cute. in reality, kuroo just sucks at flirting.

a/n: is the plot a bit of a mess? lowkey yeah, but ykw that’s okay cause i needed something stupid to write. this was also a bit self-indulgent cause homegirl just got employed at a record store (yay)

fucking tired—is what you would tell kuroo in the means of his grand intervention to mess with his favorite coworker of all time. granted, you were his only coworker in the infamously meager record store down some random alleyway in downtown tokyo.

those six words were how you would describe how you felt at that very moment. busy with doing what you were employed on doing rather than sitting around and snacking on some trail mix. one would assume that working at a rather small establishment meant little to no work, especially in hours where it was slow with no customers roaming up and down the aisles, but god were you wrong. you were the only one on the shift actually busting your ass off on the floor and at the register while all kuroo does is change the music playing on the store’s overhead speakers and hangs out.

sure, he does do his fair share of work here and there. occasionally he would even take over most of the manual labor of carrying all the new shipments of heavy vinyl records for the sake of courtesy, but at the end of the day, it was always you who would have to restock the displays every time.

so much for being a gentleman.

your feet hurt, your legs ached, your arms were sore. you were just glad that kuroo finally decided to get his ass up and actually walk around for once. he probably wasn’t planning on doing any work, simply just meandering through the aisles of vinyl just to see what to buy next with his 20% off employee discount. you honestly couldn’t care less. what you did care about was that the stool behind the cash register (aka the only place to sit inside the entire building) was finally free.

you settled yourself behind the counter, a sigh escaping your lips as your chin rested atop the palm of your hand.

you finally had a chance to rest. yet despite taking this rare opportunity, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit bored now that the store was practically deserted. then again, what did you expect from working at a small business? not to mention, it’s the twenty-first century and all forms of media was digitized and easily accessible by a single internet search. there were, however, a few old souls out there, still in love with the idea of having a physical copy of their favorite artist’s work.

you were easily one of those people.

there was something so endearing listening to strangers talk about their love for music—it’s why you started working here at TRAX in the first place as a sorry excuse to surround yourself with the physical embodiments of the best invention mankind has ever made. hell, you still had the old walkman that your father gave to you. it was from the 90s with its gray plastic chipping at the corners and scratched-off lettering. you even had his old cassette tapes always in your bag whenever you go out.

regardless, the quietness of the store wasn’t at all bad at times. if anything, you were fortunate that kuroo wasn’t annoying the shit out of you like he normally does—poking at your cheeks and teasing you to no end. in fact, it was a nice break from the overstimulation of the occasional busy hours that come out of the blue. from old men mansplaining how record players work to annoying middle schoolers trying to blast their terrible soundcloud songs on the store’s bluetooth speakers. perhaps the slow hours were a godsend.

it was absolute hell trying to chase those annoying thirteen-year-olds out of the store with the help of kuroo. causing a ruckus or not, the situation was a bit funny at the end. it was one of those rare moments you and kuroo shared a genuine laugh together.

a sigh escapes your lips then as you take out your walkman, plugging in the old headphones that came with it. the black, plastic ones with thin muffs whose wires tangle no matter how much you try not to. you place them over your ears.

today’s mood was classic 80s rock, something along the lines of queen, guns n’ roses, and journey beating into your ears as you let your eyelids rest for a few seconds.

however, your means to relax was immediately shut down when a hand snatches your headphones off of your ears.

“ouch,” you groan as the plastic of the headset scratched at your temple. you look over your shoulder at your coworker with confusion plastered all over your face. “what was that for?”

kuroo blinks with a sly smile on his face, “those things still exist?”

you flick him a look, “what do you want?”

“you don’t get paid to sleep on the job, you know.” kuroo gives you a pointed look as he hands you back your headphones.

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. the audacity. “i get paid by the hour and the store is literally empty right now,” you defend as you click your walkman on pause, “besides, aren’t you the one slacking all the time?”

“only when the boss isn’t around,” he hums.

“the boss is never around,” you huff.

“speaking of an empty store,” kuroo starts once again, watching you wrap the thin headphone wires around the body of your walkman. “d’you got any spare change?”

your eyes peer at him slightly, “what for?”

“to get a drink from the vending machines down the street, obviously.” replied kuroo.

yet another sigh left your lips, licking at its dryness as you reached into your pocket to reveal a few fifty-yen coins. it wasn’t much, but it wasn’t like anything from the vending machines in the city was that expensive. just anything to get him off your back again for peace of mind. “get me a one too while you’re at it,” you mutter, tossing the coins into his palm.

“why don’t you just come with me?” he asks, curious.

you shake your head, “i can’t leave the store unattended.”

kuroo clicks his tongue, feigning himself from rolling his eyes and just tugging you along with him. “come on, it’s not like there are any customers.” he gestures onto the barren floor as if its emptiness wasn’t already obvious enough.

“do i have to?” you groan. you just got comfortable and you weren’t exactly in the mood to walk all the way down the street either.

“yes,” he said sternly, hoping that it was enough to sway you, but surprise surprise! it didn’t. his unsuccessful (and oddly pitiful) attempt at convincing you to come with him caused the corners of kuroo’s lips to dip into a slight pout.

no matter how annoying your coworker was, thinking he wasn’t at all cute or the least bit attractive was a lie. when you look at kuroo, you’re not entirely sure what it was about him that made your heart skip a few beats despite your brain thinking the opposite. was it his sleek obsidian hair that was always styled perfectly? perhaps it was his eyes that were so pretty that if you looked at him for longer than a few seconds, you would be entranced? or maybe it was his witty charm that despite being annoying, you still found his presence nice to be around?

whatever it was, you hated to think there was even the slightest possibility that you liked kuroo more than you would like to admit. and the worst part of it all? perhaps you did like him more than a friend.

and that was the biggest problem.

how annoying, you think.

“pretty please,” he begged, his warm hands suddenly finding yours in the midst of your internalized dilemma and pulling you out of your thoughts.

the action catches you off guard as you snatch your hands back from his abrupt contact. eyes wide and heart beating heavy, you gulped when you noticed how close he was to you then. the action of you pulling away from him only brought kuroo closer like some odd twist in fate.

your thoughts pondered a bit as you looked up at him, still patiently waiting for an answer as he gives you a comforting smile. perhaps kuroo stepped a bit out of line this time, and there’s no doubt he feels a bit bad about it. he was about to pull away and apologize but after your thoughts spiraled for a few seconds you gave in with a nod.

“fine,” you say, lifting yourself off the stool as kuroo steps away from you with a grin. you follow him around the counter, taking your walkman with you as you pass it.

you just hoped no one came by while you two were out. the last thing you wanted to do was get fired all because your annoyingly handsome coworker wanted to get a mid-afternoon beverage.

your shoes muffled gently against the store’s floor—tap, tap, tapping in some form of patterned unison as you and kuroo left the building.

the backroads of downtown were quiet. considerably so compared to the main streets as there was nothing but tweeting birds, whistling cicadas, and an occasional bicycler whizzing by. it was such a nice day, perhaps it wasn’t a bad idea to go out after all.

there was something incredibly calming about afternoon strolls down the street, feeling the rays of sunlight beaming down on your face as you further melted into an earth-smearing mood while you unpaused your walkman.

your headphones laid around your neck with the volume set on max this time just so kuroo could listen in. the corner of his lip quirked up a bit as you did so. it was like a nod of approval within a minuscule gesture. then again, you and kuroo always had a similar taste in music—messy and all over the place, but the classics are where you and he truly had the most in common.

the walk there was short and quiet. usually kuroo doesn’t mind being the one to strike up a conversation, but right now, it was as if he was trying to savor something at the moment that you couldn’t really pinpoint.

upon arriving at the rows of vending machines, kuroo slips in a few coins before pressing one of the buttons. he opted for a calpico, watching the can fall from behind the glass before bending down to pick it up. kuroo doesn’t even give you a look before he puts in the rest of your change, let alone ask what you wanted. the boy presses on the button right below a matcha drink—the exact one you were planning on getting.

he bends down when the drink dispenses and hands it to you on beat with the music emitting from your headphones.

“thank you,” you say, a bit dumbfounded as you opened up the can.

the slight confusion was evident on your face as kuroo couldn’t help but find your curiosity absolutely adorable. “i always see you with that drink whenever you come in for work,” he explains, chuckling as he takes a sip from his own. “assumed you liked it a lot.”

you couldn’t help but blush at his words, feeling your heartstrings suddenly tug at the thought that he knows you enough, let alone care to even remember such a minor detail. letting out a shaky breath that you hoped was drowned out by the music, you lamely attempted to hide the crimson red hues on your cheeks as you take a drink.

“i’m surprised you’d even remember something so insignificant about me,” you mutter as you two walk back to the store, yet this time your pace slowed along with his.

it seemed as if you weren’t the only one wanting to spend a little more time like this.

“i mean, it’s you.” kuroo replied, fingers nervously fiddling. “you are my favorite coworker after all.”

which wasn’t at all a lie. it was true. you were his favorite, but it was nothing more than a panicked and questionable explanation in the means of nonchalance. he couldn’t exactly expose himself out of the blue ever since you two talked about what you looked for in a partner. he recalled your words of wanting to find someone who cares about you and can remember every detail about you regardless of what it was. and much of his dismay of explaining his type to be the exact same of your own traits and characteristics, his sorry excuse of casually flirting completely flew over your head.

and if he’s coming to think of it now, all of kuroo’s sorry excuses of flirting probably went over your head. he mentally faced palmed himself. god, you probably thought he was the most irritating guy on the planet.

yet to his rapidly beating heart, you laughed, practically beaming at him. kuroo swears you could literally send him into cardiac arrest. “i’m your only coworker, idiot.” you tease before taking another sip.

he grins.

“gives me an even better reason to care then,” he hums, pulling the door to the store open just to be met with a thunderous shout.

you two were met with the owner of TRAX record store aka your boss. the short, pudgy old man with a receding hairline and a scowl on his face stood by the counter, arms crossed over each other like a disappointed parent.

“where have you two been?” he grunts, his familiar adenoidal and croaky voice ripping through your eardrums as you hurried to pause your walkman. “leaving the store unattended just to get drinks? you two are lucky i got here when i did because a customer just came by!”

your lips purse together nervously as the grip around your can tightened. kuroo notices your unease, giving you an apologetic look. he turns to face igarashi, your boss, “sorry sir, that’s my bad. i was the one who convinced (y/n) to come with me even after they said no.”

“oh really?” your boss tested. his hand came up to his chin to scratch the few strands of beard hair he even had. he scoffs, “of course it is.”

your neck swivels up towards kuroo as guilt melted into your bloodstream. knowing igarashi, he wasn’t the type to lay easy on simple mistakes. it was the only reason why you were glad he wasn’t here often in the first place knowing that he was like a ruthless hawk with eyes that followed you everywhere.

“it’s not entirely his fault, sir. i knew better but i still decided to go.” you muttered, refusing to look kuroo in the eye as he looks at you surprised.

igarashi lets out a huff as his eyes closed for a few seconds, “my therapist told me to take deep breaths whenever i feel as if i am about to lash out,” he explains before pulling himself together. he opens his eyes, tone much calmer now but the words were still like venom. “since you two were at least truthful about it, i will let it go this time, but know it won’t be the next time around. alright?”

you and kuroo nod, “yessir.”

“good. now, i want this place spotless by the time i come back.” with that your boss disappears into the back where he would be for the rest of the night–not helping at all. he stays in the backroom just to nap and to get away from his own unhappy marriage. you just hoped he stayed there until the end of your shift.

with your pulse calming, you took a sip of your matcha drink out of comfort, finishing all of its contents before throwing it into the trash bin. kuroo does the same thing, this time out of the fear of getting in trouble again as for the first time in a long time, you hear him ask you, “should we get to work then?”

you almost wanted to laugh. you were oddly giddy about working alongside him rather than vexed, nodding in response. both of you grab one of the grates of newly shipped records from behind the counter, ready to be put on display as you and kuroo worked down the same aisle.

with your walkman still on hand and your headphones wrapped around your head, you decided to play the cassette tape again just to ease the underlying awkwardness that was still in the air.

when you paused your walkman earlier, it stopped near the beginning of good old fashioned lover boy by queen. and the moment freddie mercury starts vocalizing, you could practically feel the ice around the two of you melt, heads bobbing to the beat as you two worked your way down the jazz aisle.

it went like this for the next hour. songs ranging from artist to artist, humming lightly to the beat of every drum. usually, kuroo wouldn’t last two minutes without complaining about doing work, but for once he didn’t mind knowing that you’re right next to him, mumbling the lyrics together in incoherent unison. if he knew working with you was going to be like this, he wouldn’t have been such a slacker after all. you could honestly say the same thing.

the cassette tape pulls to a stop, reaching the end of its duration as you and kuroo reach the bottom of the crate of vinyl records. as you reach inside to take out the last few albums, a gasp escapes you as your eyes fall onto one of the records. it was one that you have been dying to get for years now.

you put your walkman and headphone set down, grabbing the album.

“no way,” you grinned, capturing kuroo’s attention as he looks over at you curiously. “look, look!”

“tears for fears?” he says as a small switch flickers in his brain. “isn’t that your favorite 80s album?”

you nod, happy to think he even remembered that about you as you rush over to the cash register. you buy the album without a moment of hesitation, already freeing it from its plastic wrap as you reach kuroo again. you open the cover, beaming at its beautiful design. you couldn’t wait until you got home to listen to it.

at the end of every other row, there was a record player display that customers were able to use. taking out the delicate vinyl, you carefully placed it on the player’s mat with delicate fingers. you pick up the needle, hovering it over the edge of the record before placing it down gently.

on either side of the record player, there were hooks to hold headphones. each of which was connected to the machine as you quickly pull kuroo over. taking the headsets from the hooks, you put one of the pairs on before placing the other over kuroo’s ears, tiptoeing just to reach his height. almost immediately one of the most iconic songs of the decade stream into his ears. it was everybody wants to rule the world—one of your favorite songs.

you two stood there in silence, listening to the song’s nostalgic beats as your bodies faced each other. while you were looking over at the spinning black vinyl, kuroo eyes fell on you.

there was absolutely nothing in his wake to be able to take his admiration away as this, this beaming expression on your face had something special about it. it was as if his entire world was right in front of him, just an arms reach away.

his heart couldn’t slow for a minute as he could practically hear it over the music playing in his headphones. his breath gave way then, at the moment you turned to look back up at him with glowing eyes as if you struck gold. you consider yourself lucky being able to get your hands on such a rare vinyl, but kuroo considered himself the winner as he had you.

“do you like this song?” you asked him curiously, ignoring the way your heart started beating rapidly from the way he was looking at you with such care and admiration.

you were so close, you were literally right there. all of kuroo’s emotions that battered onto him like a cumbersome downpour can be relieved if he were to just say the words. a simple phrase, three short words, and a heavy heart beat. ready to leave his tongue and all would be done.

come on, just say it!

“I like you,” he says out of the blue, but his voice was a bit muffled due to the headphones.

your eyebrows furrow slightly, mouth suddenly running dry as your eyes widen.

did he just say what you think he just said?

you are not entirely sure what he said considering his words were partially drowned out by the music. you wanted to think that he did say the words of the impossible, but you couldn’t be so sure of yourself.

“sorry, what did you say?”

kuroo’s hands wrap around your headset, pulling them off of your ears and placing them around your neck. “i said i like you and i wanted to know if you wanted to go out sometime!” he says ratherly loudly. his headphones were still on him blasting tears for fears.

you couldn’t help but laugh, the back of your hand coming up to cover your reddening cheeks. warmth surrounded your heart, like a hug that squeezed at your chest in the most comforting way possible. you raise your hands up, cupping around the shell of his headphones as you pull them off of kuroo.

“you’re so loud,” you mutter.

as if fate decided to push you into the unknown with a strange burst of confidence within you, you got up on your tiptoes and leaned it. pressing your lips against his, soft and light, your skin ignited ablaze.

in a mere moment of serendipity just to test out the waters, you were pulled in deeper, mind blurring in satisfaction. yet it was nothing more than temporary as the sound of infamous footsteps gradually got louder and louder. panicked, you pull away quickly just seconds before igarashi emerges from the aisles, staring bullet holes into you and kuroo.

“i suppose you two are working?”

you nod, pulling your wrists out of kuroo’s grasp.

kuroo quickly answers, “we are, don’t worry.”

your boss lets out a suspicious hum as he gives you two one last look. he turns back around again, disappearing into the back.

a sigh of relief leaves you as you turn back towards the boy in front of you. he still waited for an answer, almost desperate to know as his eyes searched for an answer.

grinning, you pause the record player and kuroo watches it spin to a slow stop. “you’re an idiot,” you say with a laugh.

kuroo doesn’t seem to care at that moment, if anything he was just glad there were no one else was around. his hands wrap around yours again, “well, is that a yes or a no?”

“so that kiss wasn’t obvious enough for you?”

liking someone you found annoying was impossible, but liking your annoying coworker? now, that was a different story.

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caribouwritings · 3 years

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That Time Kano bought a Jukebox:

Kano slid the jukebox up against the wall of the Black Dragon’s headquarters.

It was a bit banged up, but it had a good variety of songs and still played. And he also got it cheap because he’s very persuasive.

He plugged it in and paid it a quarter, selected something country. Best way to catch Erron’s attention was with something with a southern drawl and guitar. Mark Chesnutt looked country enough with his cowboy hat on.

Kano returned to desk as the steel guitar and slide started the beat. He sat down, carving a knife into the wood to continue his crude sketch of Sonya Blade being killed by his trusty laser eye.

Erron was napping at his desk with his hat over his face and boots kicked up on the dark lacquer desk. His light snoring stopped, and he used his thumb to lift the brim of his hat.

Kano smirked, thinking he trapped Erron as his half closed eyes landed on the juke box.

“Oh, great…” Erron groaned as he lowered his hat again, attempting to go back to sleep.

“Lousy cowboy,” Kano grumbled, getting to his feet.

He picked a knife out of his boot, and threw it at Erron’s desk. Inches from his ankle.

“Go pick a song!” Kano ordered.

“I bet Outworld doesn’t have this horsesh*t,” Erron cussed under his breath, and got up toying with a quarter between his fingers.

Kano then collected his knife, betting he’d have a couple bucks in pocket change by the end of the week.

***

The next day, Kano was carving himself punching Johnny Cage in the face on his desk.

Erron was asleep at his desk with his cheek pressed to his fist, probably dreaming of riding horses or shoot outs at high noon.

Kabal had pulled his wheelie chair to Tremor’s desk to watch some cheesy 80s flick about murderous cyborgs and doom’s day, but mostly he was just stealing Tremor’s popcorn and m&ms.

All was going well, with What’s New Pussy Cat? playing on the jukebox.

Kano had finished his masterpiece and Tremor was asking Kabal if he wanted to watch the second movie, claiming it’s really good for a sequel.

Kano tapped his chin with the blade, thinking of who to murder next. That weird tiger with the four arms, maybe? Kintaro?

Kano froze, raising his head as he registered what he was hearing.

Still hearing.

Kano got up, “is this song still f*cking going?!”

They all raised their heads.

“Now that you mention it,” Erron groggily rubbed his eyes, “this tune was on when I passed out.”

Tremor shrugged his shoulders, popping in the next DVD.

“I guess? I blocked it out,” Kabal threw a m&m in the air, failing to catch it in his mouth.

Kano walked over to the jukebox and pulled it away from the wall. He unplugged it, and replugged it in again.

It sat silently.

“That’s better.” Kano said popping in a quarter.

***

“What’s new pussy cat? Whoa oh whoa…”

“Not this song again,” Kano groaned as he entered the office with his lunch.

Erron was staring daggers at the juke box, “does this damn song ever end?!”

“It ended 45 times already,” Kabal said, “I think.”

Tremor had headphones on, watching another movie on his computer.

Kano set his food down, then unplugged the jukebox and plugged it back in.

Kano snapped his fingers at Kabal, “give me a quarter.”

“Why me?” Kabal rummaged in his pocket.

“Because this is your kind of a joke.”

***

“KABAL!”

“ITS NOT ME!”

Kano walked in on Erron pinning Kabal to the wall, murder flashing in his sleep deprived eyes.

“Whoa now, let’s not kill each other,” Kano unplugged the jukebox. “Why not behave like Tremor. Look at him working so hard.”

Tremor looked up from his lunch, “what?”

“Exactly, Tremor!” Kano patted Erron on the back, “now you go nap at your desk, or whatever it is you do.”

Erron shrugged Kano off, storming over to his desk.

Kano then turned to Kabal, his smiling dead. “Now listen here, you little wanker, if you pull this again one more time, I’ll gut you me self.”

Kabal threw his hands in the air, “it wasn’t me!”

***

Kano had been tortured before, but not to this degree. He sat at his desk, wondering if even the Netherrealm was this bad.

“What’s new pussy cat? Whoooa oh whoa oh…”

Erron had his head down on his desk, holding his head and occasionally lifting it just to bang it on the hard wood.

Kabal appeared in Kano’s doorway, “want me to unplu-“

BANG!

Kabal and Kano jumped as the music died.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Erron continued shooting until his revolver clicked.

Kano let out a sigh, and got up, “yeah, Kabal. Unplug the stupid thing, and help me move it to the trash.”

Kabal followed Kano, and they dragged the smoking machine out the door and pushed it down the stairs.

Tremor looked over at Erron, reloading his gun and cussing about everything under the sun.

A small smile spread on Tremor’s lips.

This was more entertaining than the bank teller’s face when he asked for $150 in quarters.

#caribou drabble #caribou originals #mortal kombat #kano #erron black #kabal #tremor #if you know what the first song is you get a gold star

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joeys-piano · 2 years

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I posted 28,853 times in 2021

589 posts created (2%)

28264 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 48.0 posts.

I added 1,481 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 117 characters

#i want to skip to the part of my life where even though i'm living life i still have time to write and do what i love

My Top Posts in 2021

***Headphones Recommended*** Style: bright, introspective piano Notes: wanted to try my hand with a cute, romcom-esque composition for one of my favorite pairings ^u^

...and when you smiled, it felt like you were cracking into my spine. So I could sit taller and stand fuller against the weight of both your eyes. You repeated my name like it was something to be treasured, and it amused you to know I listened because I had never heard it in that way.

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***Headphones Recommended*** Style: introspective waltz ft. violin and cello, piano accompaniment Notes: a regency drama strifed with ghosts, secrets and magic -- but as a tomarry audio

“You have such a good heart. Brave and loyal,” he said this with such conviction that you couldn’t help but believe it true, as he held your hand beside his own and covered it with his breath. Not to warm it, he’d assure you; but for you to know that he was honest. That there was little that could turn him liar as he squeezed you with tenderness. “It’s afraid, but I’ll take care of it. If only you’ll allow me.”

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Last Sentence WIP

Rules: post the last line you wrote (from any WIP) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

Tagged by: @cyanoscarlet (hello Dani!)

Last Sentence Written: There would always be feelings he could never find a word for: because no dictionary could define them, no thesaurus could ever try, there were no books for him to turn to, there were no tongues for him to pry because Tom was convinced and he did himself this — he figured what he was looking for couldn’t be found from a human.

Tagging: anyone who wants to play because I don’t know 62 writers :p

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***Headphones Recommended*** Style: warm, bouncy acoustic guitar Notes: a character song for my favorite bard from The Witcher -- something bright, mellow, and soft for Jaskier!

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***Headphones Recommended*** Style: nostalgically hopeful acoustic guitar Notes: a reunion after a long time, but as a geraskier audio

‘There’s a word for this’ — Geralt thinks, catching the sight of pluming arms and of a hat in the distance, where a bard is singing a familiar tune and his back’s turned towards the witcher. And as if he’s coming home, Geralt nudges for Roach to go. They’re trotting down the path and are sweeping Jaskier into the sunset.

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taetaespeaches · 4 years

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“Me? Jealous of your dance moves?”

jeongguk x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

note: this piece was written by mads, @aurorassadprosee. This was the first piece she ever wrote and that makes me so soft :( a little bit into our friendship she told me she had written a drabble but didn’t think it was good enough to post, so I had her send it to me and this was the drabble. IMAGINE thinking this wasn’t good enough to post. Ha! Ok, Mads :) It’s still one of my favs. It’s adorable, playful, and just feels like Kookie. We both hope you all enjoy! xo

YOU were making your way around your apartment with swinging hips, beats blasting through your headphones, a hum on your lips.

You were meant to be tidying, cleaning up your small apartment, however, the boring task you started mid-morning was still not done.

You had caught yourself diverging from your set jobs more times that you could count, but no matter how many attempts you made at refocusing your attention back to clearing the clothes off the floor or wiping down surfaces, nearly every couple of minutes you involuntarily break into song and dance.

The clock that sat upon your side table had just clicked over to 3pm, but you just turned up the volume, the hum of tunes on your lips now becoming louder. With a dusting cloth in hand swinging above your head, and hips moving from side to side, you ‘grooved’ around your room, giving the empty space your all.

Although, so involved with your ‘cleaning’, the repeated knock at your door remained unnoticed, you didn’t hear it open, nor do you hear your name being called.

Jeongguk peered his head around the entryway and took one step into your apartment, dumping his bag on the polished floorboards, expecting to be met with your wide smile.

However, he found himself alone in the open space that was your lounge.

Confused at first, believing the apartment to be unoccupied, his gaze fell on clothes strewn over the couch, a plate with half eaten toast and a tea stained cup resting on your wooden coffee table, and a glowing TV, the muffled voice of a news anchor filling the room.

However, it was the hallow squawk that sounded from down the corridor that let him know you were home.

As he slowly made his way closer to the noise, a wince appeared on his face, and it stayed there.

Palms rising to protect his ears from the sound of your unrelenting, off-pitch screeching, he made his way to the doorway of your room.

There he saw you.

You with your back to him, hair half out of your high bun, violently moving to a beat he couldn’t hear.

Leaning against the arch of the entryway, he removed his palms from his ears and brought them to cross his chest.

A smile broke out across his face, an involuntary giggle coming out of his mouth.

You stayed unaware however, tunes too loud, too immersed, going hard.

It wasn’t until mid-twirl you noticed him standing there, laughing.

Frozen, you quickly snatch the headphones off your head, arms dropping limp and face immediately reddening.

“Guk!” you gasp, “what are you doing here?!”

You had not expected him for another three hours, you had plans for those three hours!

Some of those plans had been a possible shower, getting changed in something other than your pajama top and sweatpants, or hell, maybe even brushing your hair?!

“Oh! nice to see you too, baby,” he said, a smile from ear-to-ear. “Those are some real moves you’ve got there!”

Oh my god, you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

It wasn’t like Jeongguk hadn’t seen you dancing before in the two years you had been together, he has witnessed your numerous drunken shenanigans, especially when an 80s shuffle came on.

For goodness sake, you both jam out regularly together - rap battles included.

But there is something different, and completely embarrassing about being caught in the act.

“Shut up! How long have you been standi-wait, I don’t want to know how long you’ve been standing there,” you say, face still red, embarrassed to the core. “You haven’t answered my question, why are you home so early?”

“Well, we had sort of finished up for the day so I really didn’t have any reason to stay back,” he said. “Plus, I wanted to see you!” a smile still encompassing his entire face, “is that not reason enough? You’ve been busy with work and study all week, and I’ve been held up with rehearsals and recording, I just thought we could grab a bite to eat?”

You toss your phone and headphones onto your bed, and cross your arms tightly across your body, “well some prior notice would have been nice, I’ve been working all day and now I won’t have any time to get ready,” you say with a pout.

“Oh really?” he drawls, still beaming, “working hard, all day?”

“Yes really!” you say, eyes narrowing, “why is that so hard to believe?”

Still laughing, Jeongguk slowly made his way over to you, mimicking your dance moves as he went along.

Your face becomes redder, if that’s even possible, skin and ears burning.

You smack him lightly in the chest when he gets close enough, but he just continues to giggle.

Wrapping his arms around your frame, he looks down his chin at you, his warm brown eyes scrunched by his wide smile.

“Hmmm…yeah um, seems as though you have been really busy,” he said sarcastically, eyes widening in false sincereness.

He looks away, gaze roaming around the small space, pausing and pointedly looking at your unmade bed.

You cocked your head to the side, eyebrow rising.

“Excuse you! what are you insinuating?” you huff in false exasperation, “I am a hardworking individual!”

He looks back to you, eyes crinkled in humour, bangs slightly pushed to the side, skin bare.

He throws his head back with a chuckle, your eyes falling to the scattered and occasional light freckles that cover his jaw and neck, appearing like stars on a clear night.

Your heart thumps.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” his arms squeeze tighter as he rests his forehead against yours lightly, the echo of faint music still making its way out of the headphones laying on your bed.

You’re struggling for excuses now, you’re struggling to even breathe, his gaze intensely meeting yours, waiting for your rebuttal.

“Well the thing is, not like you’d know anyway, but cleaning is a time-consuming task!” you say with the same determined tone, your eyes moving down to your fingers that were playing with the strings of his hoodie.

But your voice wavers toward the end of the sentence, fading as you look back up to him and see a smile creep back onto his face, eyes sparkling.

He scoffs.

You gulp.

“Okay whatever, shut up!” you finally cave with a whine, “hey! It’s not my fault my Spotify playlist is full of bops!”

His boyish giggle fills the room once more.

Waiting for his response you lift your gaze to meet his expecting a witty remark, you instead get his lips.

Your mind goes instantly blank.

Your senses are consumed by him.

His hands moving to your hips, sliding to the cotton waistband of your sweats, the pressure of his thumbs on your hip-bones.

He pulls away, bringing his lips close to your ear, you shiver at his breath.

“God you’re an idiot.”

You can hear the smile on his words as his lips make their way along your neck and jaw.

“You’re just jealous of my dance moves,” you mumble back, eyes half closed, one hand pulling at his cotton jumper, the other to the nape of his neck, fingers tangled in his soft hair, trying to bring him back down to your mouth once more.

“Me?” his eyes come back into line with yours quickly, eyebrow raised, “jealous of your dance moves?”

“Well, why wouldn’t you be?” you say with a cheeky grin, “I mean look at this!”

You push away from him, twirl on the spot, hand on hip as you stop abruptly, looking over your shoulder dramatically, wiggling your eyebrows.

Jeongguk almost doubles over, stumbling back and landing on your bed, clasping his stomach.

Once he catches his breath, he hoists himself back to a sitting position, shoulders curved, chin in hands.

“Oh my god, you really are an idiot!” he chuckles. “A cute idiot though! a very cute idiot!” he quickly adds in response to your furrowed brows. “Hmmm, maybe I am jealous,” he smirks, “you might have to teach me some of these moves?”

With you now further away, he is able to see you completely, shamelessly scanning up and down your body.

With a small smile and a knowing expression, you make your way back over to him, slowly taking a seat on his lap.

“Yeah maybe,” you sigh, shaking your head, “but, I’ve got to warn you, if you want to learn these moves, it’s going to take rigorous and intense training. My technique is hard to master.”

His hands clasp at the small of your back, the last of his giggles fading away.

He lifts his chin, nose brushing against yours, his lips inches away.

“Hmmm, rigorous and intense training hey?” he hums. “That’s fine with me,” he says, roughly bringing his lips to yours.

He pulls you closer, hand shifting onto your hip, the other moving to the side of your cheek, deepening the kiss with every breath.

It was a few minutes before your brain re-activated, you bring your hands to his neck, and pull away, ignoring his mewls and attempts to pull you back

“If we’re going to go for something to eat, I need to get ready,” you murmur softly, starting to detach yourself from him.

He grumbles in response, gripping you tighter, his strength immediately outweighing yours.

You land with a thump back onto his lap, face-to-face with his pout.

“No, no we can order in,” his lips making their way back to the side of your neck. “I don’t really want to go out anyway.”

“Mmmmm, fine,” you say with a false hufff, smile on your lips. “But at least let me make my bed!”

Jeongguk smirks, shifting his weight, your back now suddenly against the blankets.

Hovering over you on his forearms, Jeongguk’s eyes meet yours shining, his skin hot.

“Oh sweetheart, there will be no need to do that.”

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musicallisto · 3 years

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Hello love,

Congratulations for the 800 followers! You absolutely deserve this and so much more! I'm happy to see how your blog grows and that you're still providing all of us with wonderful content. You're one of the first blogs that I've started to follow here on Tumblr and I'm so lucky to have found your blog ♡

As for your celebration event, could I please request a 🍨 vanilla milkshake with a male Peaky Blinders Character?

I'm more on the curvy side (and insecure about it) and I'm ALWAYS wearing black (which I love, no matter what others say or even more if they object). As for my personality, I'm a highly complex, paradox and complicated individium. I'm unbelievable patient, timid, awkward, kind, forgiving, open-minded, compassionate, thruthful, gentle and calm and I've been told that I have a calming effect on others, that I can easily ground anyone and anything, no matter how troubled their mind is. I prefer vintage over modern things. I think rather deep which often leads me to overthinking everything, which in turn leads me to doubting (very much) myself. You would be surprised how timid and reserved I am, I'm sure you wouln't notice me in a room full of people if it wouldn't be for my different appearance (but I like it this way). I'm always well-meaning, yet often misunderstood (maybe because it's hard for me to articulate myself). I can be incredible lazy, clumsy and forgetful. I've always felt like I don't really belong anywhere, so I've started to distance myself from others a while ago. I'm a outsider, weird, a dork, not normal, a loner and I fucking love it, because I like to be different, I would hate to fit into just one box and to be like everyone else. And I like people who are not ashamed to be their 100% true self, no matter how different that is from the mainstream. I'm the most loyal person you'll ever find, once you earn my trust, I'll always be on/by your side, no matter what. That says a lot, because I'm hard to scare away. Sometimes I feel alienated from the people and things surrounding me and I'm sure that I annoy and bore them. I'm very nervous and insecure around others, which is why I try to avoid people and why I'm not talking all that much around them (though, I'm a really good listener). I'm easily overwhelmed by large crowds and much light/noise, that's why I don't like to go outside, I prefer to cozy up at home. I would never intentionally hurt a animal and I'm not eating any meat, which is very important to me. I believe that there isn't a ounce of cruelty inside me. I'm unassuming and understanding, I only believe what I've witnessed on my own and I have endless acceptance for almost everything. Due to my Insomnia, I'm a night owl. I have strong personal values, am very opinionated and I'm really in-touch with myself and even though I'm extremly insecure, I would never reduce or change myself and views/opinions for someone and I neither have a problem to challenge authority and advocating for my beliefs. I'm a perfectionist and sometimes I really hate it. And, as you can see, I'm unable to be brief. My favourite colours are dark green, black, gold and dark purple. My greatest passion is music, even if I can't sing or play an instrument.(I prefer rock/punk/pop/80s/90s) It's the most calming and therapeutic thing when it comes to my anxiety and depression and I could never live a day without it. You will never see me in the street without headphones in my ears and even when I'm at home there's music playing almost all the time. I could talk for hours about music and what it means to me. And otherwise I love to watch films and series (I like fantasy, horror, psychological thriller, science fiction and psychological drama and almost anything from the 70s, 80s and 90s). I love rainy days and to go outside while it's pouring big, fat drops. What I love the most is to drive around without a destination, while talking and listening to music. And I love to spend time with my cat, if I could, I would have endless animals who live peacefully and loved with me. I enjoy to have deep talks and to be challenged to think. I love to take late-night-strolls, while gazing into the sky and watching the stars/moon. I have a fascination for dark and macabre things.

I really hope that's not too much? But thank you anyway ♡

Have a good day!

thank you so much for your kind words, you have no idea how much it means to me to know that I was one of the first blogs you followed ;; here’s your vanilla milkshake - and it’s also my first time writing for peaky blinders, but I hope it’s alright; and I hope finn shelby will find the portrait I paint of him accurate enough...

Birmingham was a drab and disheartening place enough without the war adding to its joylessness; but somehow the streets are even worse to bear deserted than when they’re bustling and fetid. Especially for a ten year old boy who wants nothing but to play with someone, to talk to someone, to see someone.

With his brothers off fighting somewhere in France and his aunt too busy with her businesses (adult stuff that Finn has absolutey no interest in attempting to understand), the youngest Shelby has been fighting off an affliction worse than consumption and measles, because much more insidious for a boy his age; boredom

and he’s so sad, so irrevocably sad, with no one to bruise his knees with and throw mud at, that he just aimlessly wanders the empty streets whenever aunt Polly isn’t looking, to find a semblance of stimulation

(he used to enjoy the solitude, it gave him time to imagine delirious stories in fantastical worlds and read the most enthralling of novels, but not anymore. four years of reclusion is an awfully long time for a little boy.)

and it’s during one of his escapades that he first meets you

you’re a little girl his age, dressed in a pretty dress, wearing pretty booties and holding a pretty little woven basket, but your face is stuck on the most grouchy frown he’s ever seen on a little girl, and you don’t walk, you stomp down the wet pavement like a wrathful titan

And it’s probably the first time in four years that he’s been this close to making a new friend, so he walks up to you, despite how rusty his communication skills have become

“Girls don’t frown. It’s unbecoming.”

(Yes, pretty rusty indeed; but in his defense, he’s ten, he’s bored, he’s lonely, and he’s only ever heard Ada say it, and Ada is the most level-headed of his siblings, so anything she says must be true, right?)

“Shut up.”

(Well, if it was unbecoming of you to frown, it’s even more to rebuff someone so rudely. You don’t even spare a glance and continue walking; he has to hurry to catch up to you.)

“You can’t say that. It’s a bad word.”

“How do you know that?”

“My family says it all the time, but they told me I can’t say it.”

“Well, my family is not your family. And I hate my family!”

You’ve yelled the last words at the sky, so loud that the crows on the neighboring roofs have taken off in a startled flight.

“They want to wear this stupid dress to go to the stupid market to buy stupid meat. I don’t even want to eat meat, that’s cruel! And I don’t even want to wear a frilly dress! I want to wear black!”

And in saying so you tugged at the pink and white ribbons that encircled your waist.

And Finn couldn’t help being extremely intrigued at this little girl who said bad words and refused to eat meet and wanted to wear black. It was the most exciting thing to ever happen in all the duration of the war.

“You want to wear a black dress?”

“Yes, but my mama won’t let me. She says it’s too sad because of the war. But black isn’t sad! Black is beautiful!”

“Maybe I could find you a black dress. I’m sure my sister must have one. Where do you live?”

And, loyal to his promise, the following morning he had run to your doorstep and snuck into your house - a proper Shelby talent, to be able to go unnoticed or make a ruckus depending on the occasion - with an old, crinkled mourning dress of Ada’s, that had probably belonged to his mother and had been mended several times

And it was obviously five sizes too big for you and you looked more like a ghost from one of Finn’s horror novels, your arms floating in the sleeves and the hem of the skirt pooling at your feet, but your smile was the brightest light he’d ever seen in this whole damn town.

“Do you like it?”

(He didn’t really know why he sounds so nervous. Maybe it was having a friend, a real friend, and doing something personal for them... or maybe it had to do with how fast his heart beat, watching you in that gigantic, shapeless dress)

“I love it! Thank you so much, Finn!”

From then on started one of the most wonderful friendships Finn would ever have, and what would bring a ray of light to the grim existence of a little boy in the midst of a global war

Despite the ration cards, despite the loneliness, despite the worry that tugged at his stoic aunt’s eyes for her son and nephews across the Channel... he found an unspeakable solace in your friendship

And one day, without a trace, you were gone

He knocked on your door; gone. He asked all the neighbors what had happened to the family that lived there; gone. He wrote you letters and sent them to the confines of England; gone. He got scolded by Polly for marking numbers at random on Tommy’s state-of-the-art telephone; gone.

Suddenly he was back to the bleak existence he had battled with before meeting you, and the hollow inside his chest only grew wider as the days went on, because he had no explanation as to what had happened to you, and worried every single day

Thankfully, the war ended not long after, and his brothers came back home, all alive and unscathed - well, for the most part

Fast forward more or less ten years, and much has changed in Finn Shelby’s life and in old Birmingham, but the memory of you still stugs at his heartstrings

One evening, he’s tasked by Arthur to run some errands, send a few messages, scout a few places; the most dangerous thing his older brothers will ever let him do

His task leads him to a bar in the center of town, one that pours its joyous light and music into the street outside; he’s there to meet with a client, arrange a meeting; nothing he’s hasn’t done already

But the evening takes a turn for the unexpected when he recognizes the girl sat alone at a table, enjoying the musicians’ jazz with an air of pure bliss on her face

It’s been ten years, of course, but... it’s unmistakable. That face, that silhouette, and the black ensemble from head to toe... and he’s always had a knack for remembering faces, especially those that mark him deeply

Suddenly he’s frozen on the spot, and he has forgotten why he came to the bar in the first place, what his target looks like - all he knows is you, and how beautiful you look in the dim light of the bar, and the undisclosed and unknown feelings he had for you at the time come flooding back.

Except this time, he understands, and he fears them, because he doesn’t have time for any of this, and it’s way too dangerous for you and him

But he can’t just pass you by and not say a word?

He swallows, hard.

And walks up to you.

“Y/N?”

You open your eyes, and your face flashes with recognition, and a little bit of pain as well. Even if you fled without a word, and left him hanging all these years, he’s incapable of rancor

“Finn... wow, you’ve changed so much.”

“You haven’t.”

He gestures at your face, your clothes, how you savor the music like the finest drink in the world, and you laugh and blush, sending his heart into overdrive

“Where were you all this time?”

“I’m so sorry, Finn... my brother died in the war, and... my mom sent me to live with my grandparents in Scotland. We were all destroyed by grief... I needed to get away.”

“Without explanation? Not even a word?”

“I wanted to write to you, so bad, but... I couldn’t remember your address. I couldn’t remember anything about Birmingham at all...”

He nods, slowly, in understanding.

The war opens wounds that never heal, even after all the most beautiful friendships and love stories in the world.

“But I’m really glad I found you.”

His heart is pounding in his throat. Maybe it’s a sign of destiny that he found you here, tonight, alone, and ready to welcome him back. Maybe it’s a word from fate, that you can never truly be apart.

So he takes the seat in front of you, and you smile, that shy but bright smile of yours, and he forgets all about his mission, his client, and his brothers.

They’ll have to understand.

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