#this music makes me want to go fully deaf

[forestmossling]

as is pretty obvious, the rockstar! eddie has not yet left the premises of my brain and will be staying there indefinitely so here’s a little something.

no upside down au, 2010s, eddie doesn’t know anyone from the party, but dustin finds out about this rockstar who writes songs about his dnd campaigns and makes tolkien references, but his music is also raw and haunting, so obviously he’s obsessed. he bothers steve about him until steve forfeits and buys them both tickets for the show in indianapolis. steve’s deaf and he hasn’t been to a concert from the point at which he lost his hearing, because he just feels weird and out of place even thinking about going to something that is so hearing-centered. he enjoys cranking up the music in his car or while he’s listening to it at home, but going to a concert always felt like taking a place from somebody who can enjoy the experience fully. robin told him it’s bullshit and tried to drag him to some venues before, but he never agreed. but well- he doesn’t trust dustin alone in a crowded venue, because he’s excitable and reckless (even though dustin’s “literally 18, god, steve, do you even fucking hear yourself-“) so he feels better going on a concert while actually fulfilling some important role.

they go, and dustin is ecstatic. steve is flabbergasted, because he didn’t expect to gain anything from this except peace of mind for dustin’s safety, but when the first song starts to play, it reverberates through his whole body. it’s not the same as the concerts he went to with his hearing still mostly intact, but he can hear the lower pitches, he can feel the beat thrumming through him, and he finds himself headbanging along with dustin by the end of the show. but because he generally just turned away when dustin was rambling about the ingenuity of the lyrics, dustin ends up spending half the concert scrambling to sign along with the lyrics as much as he can, at least on his favorite parts, because he can’t just let steve not experience the sheer “wholesomeness and coolness” of what’s going on. on some songs he just outright refuses to sign to steve, blushing, and when steve teases and prods dustin angrily admits that he’s “not going to translate to you exactly the way he wants to fuck a pretty boy”. steve laughs, but finds himself blushing too. because the frontman is scorching hot, and maybe steve wouldn’t mind finding out exactly the way he wants to fuck a pretty boy (but definitely not from dustin).

so even though his head started hurting by the end of the night from all the flashing lights on stage, even though he’s sweaty and gross and dustin is jumping around like an overexcited puppy, his hands flashing in rapid-fire speech steve doesn’t have the mental capacity to process at the moment, he finds that he enjoyed himself. that he, dare he say, would not mind going again. dustin goes ballistic at the admission and says that it’s only fair if steve takes him to another cc concert considering that dustin was too busy translating half the show too properly appreciate his first cc concert, which wouldn’t be necessary if steve “bothered to listen to him from time to time”.

afterwards, dustin posts a picture of both of them on twitter, sweaty and exhausted after the show, but both smiling wide with a caption: “took my lame brother to the cc concert yesterday!! he said “i could actually hear something, holy shit. just how loud are these guys? also, would like to know what the fuck the hot guy’s singing in the horny songs, but dustin refused to sign” which, obv i did because my brother is disgusting and i hate him actually. but now he owes me another concert because i spent most of the first one translating, so we’ll see you in *insert the nearest next city*, @corrodedcoffin-official!! thanks for the great show!!”

and eddie comes across the post purely by chance and immediately bluescreens at the sight of a preppy guy in a bright polo with exquisite fucking hair, thank you very much, hugging his toothily smiling little brother in a cc t-shirt. he never considered the issues the Deaf people can face coming to their shows before, and well, if the man wants to know exactly what eddie likes to do to pretty boys like him, it would be a shame to deny him. so he talks to the band, and they hire a sign language interpreter for the next show (and not just because eddie’s horny, okay?? he genuinely wants to let as much people as possible fully enjoy their music, fuck off, gareth-)

and when dustin and steve come to the next show and see an interpreter standing by the stage, they both fucking lose it. when dustin saw a like on his post from the official corroded coffin page, he obviously screamed bloody murder and told everyone who would (and wouldn’t) listen about it, steve just felt awkward about the hot frontman knowing the dumb shit he said, but neither of them expected anything to come of it. and now, seeing the interpreter near the stage, finally finding out the stories the group tells through their music, steve can’t help feeling mesmerized by the scene. and he doesn’t tear up about finally feeling included after being dismissed and told to deal with his shit on his own for so long, of course not.

and then, during the gap between the songs, eddie points to the interpreter: “i would like to say special thanks to amazing *insert name*, who agreed to translate our shitty music in asl so nobody could escape us. i hope dustin and his insanely hot brother can both enjoy the show properly now” he grins at the cheering audience, and steve feels himself flushing bright red all over. he can see the moment the frontman’s eyes find him in the crowd, and the guy has the gall to wink at him. dustin has ascended the mortal plane at that point and just screams incoherently while shaking steve by the arm. “and all the other deaf and hoh folks in attendance tonight, thank you for coming!” he continues smoothly, and the band slides into another song. steve just keeps staring at the stage, uncomprehending. he can vaguely recognize the slower and deeper track as one of those dustin refused to translate to him. and now, actually seeing the lyrics, he can understand why. he flushes again. it feels like his brain starts spinning in circles in his head from how hard he tries to keep his eyes on the interpreter and the frontman at the same time (the shit this munson guy does to the microphone stand with his hips has got to be illegal in at least several states). during the bridge munson finds his eyes in the crowd and obscenely licks his lips. steve dies on the spot. he can feel dustin hitting him on the arm, signing something about the way he “can’t believe your gross jock powers have worked on eddie munson” that steve barely sees from the corner of his eyes, but he can’t find it in himself to care.

and then steddie somehow meet face to face and make out, idk. the end! *jazz hands*

i’m NOT D/deaf or hoh!! if i said something dumb or inaccurate, please tell me!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #deaf steve harrington #i promise it’s not me #some malevolent spirit has possessed me and forces me to dish out rockstar au steddie fic prompts #get steve harrington to be loved and appreciated agenda #dustin henderson #dustin and steve #steddie fic prompt #steddie fic #fic prompt #i love deaf/hoh steve i need more deaf/hoh steve fics #i think it was obvious but i will still clarify #cc did NOT stop hiring interpreters to their shows after eddie got into steve’s pants #now they have an asl interpreter on every show

[lecl3rcw]

Recipe for disaster

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x sister!reader, Arthur Leclerc x sister!reader

Warnings: Curse words, sibling insults.

Summary: Baking a cake with Leclerc 2, 3, & 4.

Authors note: I’ve seen so many siblings/friends on tiktok try this trend so this is my take on this trend but with our fav siblings.

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“Ughh change the dang channel Arthur” The girl groaned finally having enough of her older brother hogging the TV, “Get outta my face” he replies rolling his eyes pushing her away.

“You are so selfish! You’ve been hogging the TV since Enzo left, which was 4 hours ago” she says snatching the remote away from him which resulted in the boy getting up and trying to snatch it back. “Give it back Y/N!” He says reaching out to get it. She leans back her hand away from his, only for the remote to be grabbed by someone else.

“Gosh you two are unbearable” Charles says rolling his eyes shutting the TV off. The two younger ones looked at him in disgust, “Ugh I hate when Charles actually starts acting like an Older sibling” Y/N says, “I know right? It dosent suit him at all” Arthur says, the two teaming up against Charles all of of a sudden.

“Excuse me? You should be greatful I’m doing this, your brains are rotting and frankly I can’t stand hearing you argue one more time, so we’re gonna do something, as a family, that dosent involve the TV” he says, “Fine, what would you like to do Charles” The Girl says taking a seat on the couch, Arthur took a seat next to her. The two looked at each other in annoyance before moving away from each other.

“Well, we should try baking a cake” Charles says enthusiastically, “a cake? Charles no offense but you guys do not know how to bake” the girl says snickering only to recieve a smack on the back of her head. “Arthur, I’m gonna kill you” she says before lunging on him, “alright that’s enough, Arthur go sit on the chair” Charles says, “This isn’t over” he says squinting his eyes at the girl to which she reciprocated by sticking her tongue out.

“Anyways, we’re gonna bake a cake but one of us will be blinded, one of us will be deaf, and one of us will be mute” Charles said. “Respectfully, no Thankyou” Arthur says, “What why?” He asks him.

“I can’t stand Y/N when she’s fully capable of doing things, I don’t have that type of patience” he says getting up to walk to his room, Y/N scoffed “Bitch” she whispered under her breath, “Tur… I didn’t want to resort to this but if you don’t do this, I’m gonna tell Maman that you’re the one who broke her vase” Charles says, He gasps, “You wouldn’t” He says, “He might not, but for sure will” The Girl says giving him an evil smile, “Ugh fine” He says succumbing to the request against his own will.

While Arthur and Charles went to the store to get the stuff for the cake, Y/N took out all the utensils, bowls, and other stuff, she even made 3 chits to make it even on who gets to be what. About 30 minutes later, the brothers return and Y/N has changed into an old T-shirt that she doesn’t really care about. Alas, the siblings were ready to pick their chits and get started on the cake.

“Y/N you should pick last” Arthur says, “Don’t we all pick at the same time?” Charles asks, “She could have sabotaged it to get the one she wants” he says eyeing her suspiciously, “Arthur has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” She says shaking the bowl with chits, “No, because I’m not” He replies, she rolls her eyes before letting the boys before her pick their chits.

“We open it at the same time ok?” Charles says, When Y/N grabs hers, the three open it at the same time. “Hah! I get to listen to music while I do this” The Girl says happy she got the loud music option, “I cant talk” Charles says groaning, “You think that’s bad? I have to blindfolded! She cheated I demand a redo” Arthur says putting his paper back in the bowl, “It’s not my fault you’re such a sore loser” she says, “Guys it’s fine, let’s just get started on this cake” Charles says officially being done with his younger siblings.

Little did Charles know that baking this cake was the worst decision he could have ever made in his life. With Arthur not being able to see, Y/N not being able to hear, and him not being able to speak, this was for sure gonna be a distaster.

As Arthur grabbed the eggs, well as he attempted to grab it he struggled considering he couldn’t see, “Can someone give me the egg” He asked, “WHAT?” Y/N screamed not being able to hear anything, “Damn stop yelling” He says, Charles visibility rolling his eyes, that didn’t go unnoticed by the youngest Leclerc, “Can someone please Hand me the egg already” Arthur said. Charles handed the egg, Only for Arthur to completely miss the bowl, “Oh you dumbass” Y/N said slapping her hand on her forehead, “What? What happened” Arthur questioned, Charles pushed him out of the way.

“TUR YOU GOTTA STAY AWAY FROM HERE” The Girl says before grabbing a paper towel and cleaning the dropped egg. Little by little the siblings worked their way into making a heart shaped, vanilla flavored cake.

“Now this is the hard part, the decorating” the girl sighed, “hand me the icing” Arthur said, “ARTHUR SPEAK UP” she says, “I SAID HAND ME THE ICING” he says, matching her volume. “OHHH” as she was about to Charles stopped her, shaking his head no, she put the icing back down.

“Hello? Charles? Y/N?” He asks, “WE GOTTA WAIT FOR THE CAKE TO COOL DOWN” Y/N says, the siblings waited and waited, with a lot of ups and downs (Arthur making a mess, Y/N screaming and Charles being a victim) the siblings were finally done. They took of their headphones, blindfold, and cloth off. “Finally lord” Charles says, “This was your idea, and it was the dumbest idea ever” Arthur says rolling his eyes, “It was actually fun, I wish Enzo could be here too, I rarely get to see you guys nowadays” the girl says her mouth spilling all of her heart’s secrets.

“Aw Chérie” Charles says pulling the girl into a hug, Arthur joins in which suprised her a little, “I love all you guys so much” she says, “we love you too” they says unanimously. The 3 were so caught up in their moment they didn’t notice the oldest Leclerc sibling come enter the house and kitchen.

“What the hell is that supposed to be?” Enzo questioned.

“A cake? I learned it from culinary club at school”

“We need to get a refund for those classes”

#charles leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc x reader #Charles Leclerc x sister!reader #arthur leclerc #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

[miguelswifey04]

miguel o’hara x deaf! wife hcs

he sees you talking to yourself in sign language whenever you’re frustrated so he’d gently tap your shoulder and sign “what’s wrong, my love?” and you’d vent your frustrations to him. he would always help you relax and make sure you’re feeling 100% by the end of the day

he signed all your wedding vows so clearly that you couldn’t help but smile so big because he studied his butt off to be able to communicate with you

so good at SIGN LANGUAGE, when y’all first met he knew somewhat which saved you all that crap you’d always had to explain to people but he learned more sign language so well it’s like second nature to him

he found it so much easier to just sign rather than use his words…you both communicate using solely sign language because u don’t really like to use your voice which he respects that!!

WHEN HE PROPOSED IT WAS SO CUTE!! he made sure it was private so you and him could have your moment alone and like always he signed “would you marry me?” and of course you said yes and cried tears of joy

who wouldn’t love a man who will do anything to communicate or love you in your love language? if he wanted to he would, and that’s exactly what miguel does…he never fails to make you feel loved and adored—he still woos you as if it was the first time <3

you created a cute name sign for miguel which summarized his buff yet stoic nature

miguel asked for your permission if he could create a name sign in which you said yes so ever since then that was his go-to sign whenever he got your attention <3

lots of physical touch!! he loves you like no other :3

you like to playfully slap his arm or nudge his arm to get his attention >_<

you’re not fully deaf but you can’t hear a pin drop but blasting music is your favorite thing to do because even though it’s muffled you love the vibrations of your favorite artists

miguel doesn’t care if the volume is maxed out, he’s just happy to see his own wife enjoying herself while doing whatever it is you’re doing at home <3

butterfly kisses and open mouth kisses on your skin is your favorite thing that miguel does for you whenever you both are intimate 🧚🏽‍♀️

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii @obi-mom-kenobi @astro1bloom

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x deaf!reader

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 9

Prompt: Stuck in Wall Pairing: CampusCrush!Wooyoung x fem!reader WC: 1.8k Summary: Instructions unclear, stuck in the new IKEA Bestå. This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Wooyoung or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. TW/CW Under the Cut!

TW/CW: just so fucking stupid. little bit of ass fixation, slight dry humping, protected sex, really fucking stupid

 “I cannot believe I’m stuck in some cheesy porn script. Oh this sucks. Oh my god this sucks,” you yell.  The assembly instructions for your new television console clearly stated that it was a two person job and yet, you were stubborn and went ahead. Now, almost two hours later, you’ve somehow pretzel’d your way through one of the cubbies with no way out.  “Wooyoung help! Can you hear me, you moron, help! You’re going to go deaf if you keep listening to music that loud you little-SHIT,” a sharp slap to your ass interrupts your tirade. “WOOYOUNG!”  His witch cackle gives him away. Presumably somewhere behind you, your leg kicks blindly back.  “I dropped the screwdriver and now- it’s too heavy I’ll get squished if I knock it over,” you gesture at your predicament.  He cackles again. The cold snap of a camera shutter echoing in your mind.  “Did you just take a picture of my ass?” You practically scream. “Help me or the second I get out of this thing I’m going to end your entire short twink-y life you GREMLIN.”  Sighing, Wooyoung places his phone on the kitchen counter. Appraising what exactly had you helpless in front of him. “You can just go back the way you came?”  “No moron. If it was that easy I would've done it. Now can you please PLEASE pull me?”

 One hand bracing the frame of the console, the other holding your waist Wooyoung pulls. You don’t budge an inch. He huffs, blowing a tendril of hair up and away from his face. You bounce on your tippy toes with frustration, the fat of your ass jiggling alluringly. You don’t even know you’re doing it as he’s chubbing up inside of his sweats.  “Help me out on this would yah?” Wooyoung asks as he readjusts his arm placement. “I”m holding the shelf just focus on pulling back with me, three, two, one, GO!” Both of you tug down, your ass grinding into him, adjusting the height as you push back harder and harder. Still you stay trapped between plywood boards and what’s worse is you can feel him slowly hardening in his loungewear and you don’t hate it.

 You’d had a soft spot for Wooyoung, how could anyone not. Handsome with the right amount of self awareness and unique strange charm. In part you wanted to surprise him with the fully built furniture as a way of impressing him, showing him how sufficient you were, as if singlehandedly setting up the entire apartment would win his heart. Dumb, but crushes make you do dumb things.  “At least your ass looks great like this,” Wooyoung laughs, taking a handful of flesh in his grasp. “God, I never understood how people could be into those cheesy porn plots but… damn. Really is all out there, vulnerable and whatever.”  You stamp your feet, “Wooyoung it isn’t funny.” It wasn’t how you wanted to catch his attention but if it was working who were you to stop it. “What am I gonna do?”  Having had a fondle with one hand his other joins, grabbing the opposite cheek, massaging in large slow circles. “Maybe if you relax a bit,” he trails off. “Take advantage of the situation, meditate…or something.” As if hypnotized by his own languid touches, his hips drift forward to meet your butt. He rests there just leaning into you as blood rushes from his brain to his dick.

 You aren’t doing much better, practically melting in your pants from even this slightest of touches. It was ill advised to move in with him, but you thought that living together would kill the small flame you’d been carrying. Instead the spark had become a full kitchen fire and now it was spreading to the living room. Your head swimming with his suggestion to “take advantage” of your current predicament. “I’m not very good at meditating, could you help me relax?”  “You know, it’s really convenient that I’m home right now. Right when you’re building this. If I’d gone out you’d really be out of luck.” Wooyoung’s teeth catch his lower lip, fighting back a moan as you adjust yourself, ass rubbing against him in the process. “Here’s the problem. I also need help with something,” he pauses, leaning forward and pressing his bulge into you harder. “I think you know what with.”  “Mhm,” you nearly whine, lips pressed together hard, making a thin line across your strained face.  “It’s sort of your fault, if you think about it. So you should be the one to help me. Take responsibility and all.” He fully settles his clothed bulge between your cheeks, dragging them along his length.  “Yes, really, god yes.  It’s totally my fault,” you capitulate easily, voice tightening as need sinks heavily into your core. “However you want me to take it, I will. Responsibility I mean. Take responsibility. I can take it in whatever way.”

 Wooyoung is ready, just waiting for your word before he drops his waistband to his thighs, a small damp spot already formed in his underwear. Running the length of his shaft along the smooth spandex of your tights gives him goosebumps, a tremor of elation passing through his spine. Tentatively he presses the head into the stretched fabric, watching it dimple and pucker under his microthrusts.  “You can take it however I want you to?” His cheshire smile spread wide across his face, tinting his tone. “Even if it’s just this?”  “Mhm,” you desperately want more than just this. Fingers gripping the slats of wood as he jostles you. A short sad wheeze escapes through your nostrils. Despite your best efforts to tamp down your desire your body betrays you.  Wooyoung laughs again, a short outburst, hand coming down hard on your ass before wrapping you in a hug, as best he can. “You sound so distressed! How will you relax if this is all I give you?” Hand snaking south he presses on your mound, the wet squelch of soaked underwear against his fingers sends another shiver down his spine. “You really want me, don’t you?”  “Fuck Woo, yeah I do.”

 The response of your pussy to the telltale crinkle of foil is almost pavlovian, walls fluttering in anticipation of fullness. Feeling the warmth of Wooyoung’s palm on your lower back you can picture the packet between his lips, tearing it open with one hand, not wanting to be too far from you.  The console rocks as he roughly pulls your leggings just under your ass, just enough to give him access to what matters. Strings of your wetness cling and shine as his fingers slide along your slit.  “I was going to prep you but-” he wiggles two fingers in, your walls sucking him deeper. It’s enough to interrupt his train of thought, his persistent teasing. All he can think about is the comfort of your sex. How inviting it is, how ready you are, how much you must want it. “-fuck that’s hot.”  “Please Woo, please, hurry.” You beg. You don’t need to as he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock. Grabbing the frame of the furniture he pulls you back onto him in one smooth thrust. The fullness twists in your gut, knocking the breath from your lungs. “OH! Shit, you feel-why are you so big?” You sound almost offended as you moan, adjusting to the pressure.  “You don’t know that,” he kneads your lower back, rocking closer. “God I wish I could grab your tits. They’ve always looked so fucking delicious. Just sitting there, taunting me.”  “Grab them later fuck me now.” You groan, swirling your hips on him. The wood of the console keeps you from doing much more than rocking and twerking on him.  “Show me how much you want it.” He demands. “I know you can do it. You set all this up. Show me how much you need me to fuck you.”  Whining you arch your back, wiggling your hips side to side. It barely shifts him within you. He still doesn’t move to fuck you. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you try humping back on him as best you can. Jaw slackening a dry hiccuped sob escapes you. “I’m stuck, you have to. You have to!”

 With a smirk he grabs your waist, tugging back on you to hold you in place. Leaning back and away he rolls his hips, the ridges of your walls dragging along his length. Driven by crazed lust, it isn’t enough to feel how you grip him, he needs to see it. Wooyoung holds the hem of his shirt between his teeth, watching how his abs flex as his bodyline rolls again, your lips tugging with the slow thrust of his cock.  “Woo,” you moan as he slowly fucks you. It’s nice to moan his name aloud for once instead of just in your head. “God damn it Woo. Ssooo good.”  “Hmph,” his response is muted by the cotton shirt. Speeding up little by little.  Your eyes glaze over, mind hazy. Getting fucked by your crush in the living room you shared. Nothing matters except for the insistent drag of his cock against your walls. His hips feel like magic, melting your tension with each stroke. Your leg shakes as your orgasm builds, the entire structure swaying.  Wooyoung’s hands migrate from you to the wood, gripping it and using it as leverage to pound into you harder than before. The ripple of your ass with each percussive slap of his hips has him hypnotized. Lost to the friction of your walls, he thrusts deliriously with abandon, uncaring of the precious nature of the situation. Chasing the delight of your punched out moans and groans.  Core contracting, air is forced from your lungs. The wave of pleasure crashes over you, every muscle bracing as it hits hard. At the same time the console creaks, your top half jolting free. A choked yelp escapes you, unable to warn Wooyoung. The structure crashes forward, fear clamping your walls tightly down on him.  “Shit!” He yelps, eyes wide he spills into the condom unceremoniously. “Fuck!” He continues a steady stream of swear words as he pulls from you, stumbling backwards as you crumple to your knees, panting.  “Can’t believe that worked-”  “I came,” Wooyoung sounds dejected, red and panting. “FUCK! I came so quick.”  Your eyes dart under the sofa, a glimmer of the a loose screw hiding underneath. Looking from Wooyoung to the screw you scoot and reach your arm towards the glimmer, instead grabbing the crossbar of the couch. “Uh…I hate to say it Woo but-”  His eyes twinkle, “you’re stuck? What a dummy, getting stuck twice. I’m going to start thinking you’re doing this on purpose.”

I just love giving Wooyoung the most ridiculous of prompts. He’s fun to write for me.

#wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #ateez wooyoung smut #ateez smut #atz smut #ateez kinktober #atz kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kpop kinktober #kpop smut

[grapejuicestyless]

Good Luck, Babe!

Harry Styles x Fem!reader

Summery: Harry could run around the world in search of a replacement to fill the void that you left, but he’s better off coming to terms with the fact that he’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

I’m okay knowing I won’t ever get to call my future lover my high school sweetheart. It’s hard to stay committed to someone for decades as an adult, let alone at sixteen. But it pulls at my heart strings just to know little me would be so devastated knowing the boy who used to string up fairy lights and scribble on big bubbles letters on poster boards for our prom decided I was too boring for his massive life and left once the glitter from all the glamour of fame got in his eyes.

It’s funny to think about, ten years thrown away forever because my stable life wasn’t worth living when he could offer me anything I could ever dream of. God forbid I want to settle down with some little ones to teach nothing but love in a world where everyone can only ever teach their children hate. God forbid I wanted that with him.

No, my dreams were stupid compared to those of his own. Children mean nothing to him if he’s not taking home another award for his excellence. Settling down is a laughable dream, how could I expect him to ever even try when it seemed like with every single chance to start trying he was at a new peak in his career.

When I left him, he didn’t even look sad. Not even when I turned to face him as I walked out of our front door with all my things stuffed in a bag slung over my arm. He looked distant, sure, but not sad and that made me sad, for me but mainly for him.

Three years ago if I had even shown signs of unhappiness he would have stopped the world to fix our issues, ironed it all out real nice to make sure that I never felt that feeling again. Now I could beg on my knees pleading for him to hear me and my cries would fall on deaf ears.

But I don’t regret leaving him in the end. It hurt at first, leaving behind all I ever knew, letting him go after I wasted away all my youth on him, but life goes on and my heart would heal the longer we were apart.

Occasionally he would reach out, letters with the same swooping letters that I recognized as his own handwriting, the same writing that once wrote me love letters, all addressed to me with the hopes of meeting up.

But I knew myself better than that, I knew Harry better than that. If I met him, even only for coffee our night would end with me back in his arms and his head between my legs. We weren’t ever meant to split, but then again no one who’s ever felt the same kind of love like young kids is ever made to walk away from something so sweet.

I was better for it, between each letter there was a new girl. A model who resembled me in the most vague ways. I wondered all the time if he ever accidentally called any of them my name. If he chose them with my eye color so when he looked into their eyes he could see mine for just a second. It felt like each week he was caught leaving some bar with some other girl, someone else’s lipstick staining his jaw.

I got over him slowly, never fully, but enough to love again. I had room to give once more and enough strength left to keep fighting for the love I deserved. I earned the right to be able to hold someone who would call me “baby” with pride, without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment.

Harry could kiss a hundred girls and boys in bars, drink away his twenties and sing to his fans across the world, and I would be here chasing my own dreams. After all, he always needed the spotlight, he lived for it. All I needed was a little love, and somehow in his search for glory, he lost any kind of that he had and I had found it again.

I saw Harry a couple years later, the small bar in Brooklyn with the good music and sweaty bodies. He looked good, he always did. His hair looked a little grey and I must admit, I almost drooled, but looks were the only attraction I would ever feel for him. Emotionally, I was cut off, even when he leaned up close and pressed me into a bone crushing hug.

With a cool smile on his face he asked me confidently what I was doing here and how I’d been. I told him a friend of a friend had invited me along to come celebrate an old friend’s birthday, that I didn’t really want to drink tonight and was just trying to enjoy myself.

I could see his hesitation when an arm slung itself over my shoulders, curly brown hair tickling my cheek and a kind smile flashing towards him and somehow in our conversation, I forgot the most important update in my life, one I’d make sure he’d never forget.

“Who’s this?” He asked kindly, ready to introduce himself even though we were all well aware everyone in the room knew him by name.

“Oh, Harry, how rude of me!” I laughed at the time, but I’m still not sure if he could hear it over the music. I hope he did, because it would have been the last time he would hear it.

“Harry, this is my girlfriend.”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #yn x harry #harry x reader #harrystyles #harr

[darkdevasofdestruction]

hello! if you’re still taking requests for gangsta could i get some hcs of nic with a hard of hearing s/o? kinda like how they would’ve met, how they interact, that kind stuff. 🥺👉👈 thank you so much!

 Oh yes, I get you with the hard of hearing thing, my senses are so poor it’s become a joke now xD

Though you’re not deaf, your hearing is literal shit, to the point that it’s become a thing you joke about a lot with your friends.

Whenever you’re not fully paying attention to someone speaking, you have to ask them to repeat what they were saying since you barely picked up a thing or two about what they were trying to say.

Still, you’re very easy going and chill about the whole situation, and though you hope it doesn’t bother your friends much, you’re not bothered by it either way.

Whether you know what caused your hearing to diminish from the normal parameters, it didn’t even matter anymore.

You first met Nicolas when him and Worick were chasing after a criminal, and the blond called out to you to get out of the way, but you were listening to music on your earbuds so of course you had no idea what was going on behind you - Until the Japanese man bumped into your side roughly, making you fall to the ground with a great thud.

Not only that, but he got off balance and thumbled too, leaving only the Gigolo chasing after that guy while Nic was recovering from the fall.

 The man, now on top of you, got up quickly and extended his hand to you - Which you took - And he started mumbling something.

And you just looked up at him and blinked in confusion.

Which made him look at you weirdly, as to why weren’t you sketching any reaction at all.

“Can you say that again, please?”

And the man repeated the small word - But you didn’t pick it up this time, but in your defense, it sounded like gibberish altogether and you had no idea why he was speaking so unclearly.

Still, you tried to decipher in your head what he tried to say, and then, with a Eureka expression on your face, you let out an ‘Ohhh!’ sound.

“Oh, you apologised! Don’t worry about it, it happens!” your chill, innocent smile surprised him, but at the same time, he thought it was absolutely beautiful.

And what a coincidence, you though he was very attractive too, and seeing how he was just standing there, smiling awkwardly, you asked if he wanted to go for a coffee, to which he immediately agreed, forgetting all about his mission or his partner.

That was your first date.

Sure, he got a lot of shit from Worick after outright deserting him in the middle of a mission, but at the end of the day, he finally got such a nice date!

A date that’s tragic at the basic function of hearing, just like him.

Worick would tease the both of you a LOT. Just because he can.

But he’s very supportive of the two of you, especially since Nic is finally happy.

Speaking of Nic-...

Though he’s not outright speaking about you, he’s always thinking about you, and whenever he does, he has that dreamy smile on his face like he’s drunk in love.

He’s literally the sweetest man in the world, and though a bit clumsy, he’s such a gentleman.

Always brings you flowers or little trinkets, always finds new stories to gossip about with you, and has the best hungs in the world.

This man is so touch starved that if you start petting his hair, he’ll have a kitten grin and outright melt in your touch, even going as far as to cuddle in your arms.

He always wants to impress you, and the best way to do that is with his strength - So as often as he can, even as a surprise, he’ll pick you up bridal style, or as a piggy back ride and walk with you around as much as you like.

And don’t even get me started on how he jumps around with you from the roof of the buildings and laugh merrily with you because you’re having so much fun and he loves making you happy.

He’s absolutely the best boyfriend in the world, bless his soul, and if anyone dares even look at you the wrong way, they will become sashimi.

Overall, the best thing about your relationship is that you don’t have to worry about not hearing what Nic is saying, because you speak in sign language -

But there are some things that he’s forcing himself to speak out loud, and those are his short love confessions.

Whether he says ‘I love you’, ‘You’re beautiful’ or ‘You make me happy’, he will always, without fail, speak it out, and make sure he has your face cupped in  his hands and share a tender eye contact so he knows his feelings are properly shared.

#gangsta #gangsta x reader #gangsta imagine #gangsta headcanons #nicolas brown #nicolas brown x reader #nicolas brown imagine #nicolas brown headcanons

[pikp0kcas3]

I HAVE NOT SEEN THIS MENTIONED YET AT ALL HELLO

I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since the episode came out so I wanna point it out in a long rant about it.

There’s a leitmotif in mammon’s musical episode! To clarify, a leitmotif is a recurring tune associated with a particular character or idea. This one in particular is an excellent musical representation of Fizz’s character growth, and I’d like to explain why, because I’ve been obsessed with this and I tear up every time I hear this theme. IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY

The leitmotif plays thrice in the episode. The first two are the same track, while the third is a variation of it.

The first time:

When Fizz is gushing about his passion and his dream to work with Mammon. There’s not much else going on, but Fizz is clearly in awe of his idol, as to be expected. He’s starstruck by the idea that he could have a chance to meet someone he admires so much. It’s a scene full of the wonder and excitement little Fizz encompasses.

And then the second:

When Fizz is communicating with the deaf fan! Oh god, oh god. I cried at this part, as I know a lot of people did too, because this part is so sweet and it’s so so important.

This is the reason Fizz kept doing his job. Because I think he realized that this fan looked up to him the same way Fizz did to Mammon. And, looking at him— the little guy has broken horns too. Just like Fizz.

Fizz sees himself in that kid.

Fizz has always wanted to put a smile on people’s faces, has always wanted to be the person kids look up to. And when he sees that happen, it’s probably what inspires him to keep going.

Now, what do these two instances have in common for the exact same track to play? I think that it’s a good emphasis on the kindness Fizz has when he’s a kid, and then, as an adult, the quieter gentleness underneath his stage persona.

Fizz is a kind person by nature, but the image that he has to maintain for Mammon’s brand is like— horniness and innuendos and sneering bravado cranked up to 11. So his audience never really sees the real side of him. The only time he gets to be more like himself is probably when a younger fan approaches him, which likely doesn’t happen a lot, considering the boatload of money you have to pay to even meet the performers, which I assume is added to what you’d have to scrape together to attend the event in the first place.

Another thing I noticed these two scenes have in common: The creepy fan’s appearance.

If you listen, Fizz’s leitmotif is overturned by an ominous shift in tone when the same obsessive fan shows up. I think it’s saying that even though there are undoubtedly positive experiences, they can very easily be overcome by the negative ones. Our brains are essentially hardwired to fixate on the negative experiences because of the possibility of the threat to safety. It wouldn’t be surprising if that’s what happened to Fizz.

Okay. Now, for the third and final time Fizz’s leitmotif plays:

Right after Fizz’s two minute notice. Right after he tells Mammon to go fuck himself.

This time, instead of the sweet and small melody with the subtle isolated instrumentation, it’s a fanfare. A full-force, fully orchestrated, trumpets blazing fanfare version of Fizz’s leitmotif. It’s kicking you right in the feels and it’s not hiding anymore.

It’s representing Fizz finally stepping into his own. Representing him standing up for himself. Representing his pride and his courage and him finally believing in his own self-worth.

And no one can tell me that it is pure coincidence that the music swells right at this moment.

Another beautiful thing is that the music is indeed cut off, just like the prior two scenes mentioned, but it’s by Fizz himself.

It happens when he finally announces what he’s been wanting to do after so many years of being manipulated, abused, and controlled. And for once, the decision he makes is all of his own accord.

And that’s because of the sheer amount of self-confidence and the courage he’s built throughout this entire episode.

Isn’t that such a beautiful thing?

#fizzarolli #helluva boss #fizzaroli helluva boss #mammons magnificent musical mid season special #character development #character growth #people do NOT pay enough attention to how important music is you guys #they put so many itty bitty details in the background #small details #they always get me #i am sobbing

[curvingsunsets]

Could I get an Eddie Munson x male reader please? So Eddie has a deaf/hard-of-hearing boyfriend, he learned sign in like a month so he could ask him out (even tho bf could read lips, he wanted to make the effort) and he tells the Hellfire club about him. When he mentions taking him to his bands gigs they’re like ‘?? Why?? He can’t hear you play??’ & Ed explains that even tho he can’t hear the music he can still ‘listen’ by putting his hand on the speakers and feeling it. I just find it adorable to imagine this metalhead asking out a boy in broken sign and being able to say cute things to each other in public w it cuz so few people in Hawkins would understand it and getting to see his cute bf sit right next to a blaring speaker without flinching.

Feel The Music

Eddie Munson x Male! Reader

A/N: Oh yes i can 😎 i hope that this does your request justice 🙏🏻

It was a pretty average Thursday, the Hellfire Club bickering about something at the lunch table. Eddie didn’t bother listening, trying so desperately to memorize the pictures on the page in front of him.

“Eddie,” Dustin waved his hand in front of the boy. “Dude, I’ve literally never seen you study this hard it’s making me worry.”

Eddie slams his hands down on the table in frustration. “Goddamn sign language just be fucking easier!”

Mike and Gareth give the boy a confused look. “Sign language?” Mike asks, stealing the paper. “Why are you learning sign language?”

Eddie snatches the paper back quickly. “Because, Wheeler. There’s someone in my Study Hall who’s deaf. And, yeah he can read lips or whatever, but…” he trails off for a moment. “I wanna make him feel a bit less alone, I guess?”

The group nods, knowing that he had his eyes on someone for a little while now. They were honestly just proud of him for taking the first step.

Gareth takes a look at the page. “And you’re sure that you’ve got the right signs?” he asks, causing Jeff to nudge him.

Mike shakes his head. “I think it’s super cool that he’s even trying. That’s more than you’d do, man!”

Eddie ignores the groups bickering, going back to learning the phrases on the page.

—

Study Hall rolls around once again, you were already sat at your desk catching yourself up on an English assignment.

You’re taken away from your work when you feel a tap at the edge of you desk. You look up to see Eddie, nervously rocking back and forth between his feet. You wave up at him.

He waves back, peeking down at the piece of paper in his hands before tucking it in his pocket. He wipes his hands off on his shirt before starting to sign something. It takes until he fully finishes poorly signing what he wanted to say for you to understand.

“Are you…are you trying to invite me to something?” you ask, a soft smile growing on your cheeks.

“Is it that bad?” he asks sheepishly.

You shrug as he takes a seat at the desk next to yours. “I’ve seen worse.”

He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed at his failure. “Yknow, that took me three weeks to figure out,” he explains.

You let out a laugh. “What are you trying to invite me to?”

“Oh I haven’t even told you yet! My band, Corroded Coffin, has a show Tuesday night. I thought…maybe you’d like to come?”

You look at him confused. “Eddie?”

He shakes his head. “It was a silly request, I know, but you can say no and we can totally drop it I understand.”

“No, it’s just..I’m not gonna be able to hear it.”

His eyes shimmer after that. “I know you can’t actually hear it, but I figured you could come and sit in this booth right next to the stage. It’s got a speaker right next to it..a-and you can put your hand on it and feel the music instead!”

His excitement and generosity make you feel warm inside. It wasn’t usual for you to be met with so much accommodation. You nod your head. “I’ll be there.”

He claps happily, cheering to himself. “You won’t regret it I promise.”

—

Tuesday night rolled around quickly. Eddie offered to pick you up, gifting you one of his rings to wear along with a chain incase it was too big on your fingers. The ride was nice, Eddie telling you what to expect.

When you both arrived, you found the booth easily, Eddie letting you sit down right next to the speaker.

It wasn’t long before it was time for Corroded Coffin to start their set. He stood up to run onstage, but before he left, he caught your attention.

“This one’s for you, Sweetness,” he signed nearly perfect, clear he’d been practicing it for a long time.

The gesture gives you butterflies, excited to watch the band perform. After setting up, Eddie pointed over to the speaker. “You’re gonna love this!” he signed.

You place your hand right over the speaker, the soft vibrations only growing as the song started. It only got better from there, the interesting rhythm drawing you in. It would’ve been the best part if it weren’t for Eddie’s pure enjoyment of playing the music. You noticed him gaze over at you, getting somehow even more energetic at the sight of you banging your head along to the song.

The set eventually dies down, Eddie practically jumping off the stage to come back to you. “What’d you think?” he asks, scanning your face for an indicator of your feelings.

You nod happily. “Best music I’ve ever felt,” you tell him happily. Your heart flutters as you watch him celebrate a successful show. You laugh at him tousling his hair around and drumming on the table along with the next act.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x you

[nininikki]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋: e. jaeger x black fem!reader

❦ summary! — you hated him. god, you hated him so so much, and were just desperate to move on. or were you? (part two to pretty when you cry, which can be read here.)

❦ warnings! — nsfw! toxic relationships, lots of angst, alcohol consumption, some oral sex (f!receiving), choking, fingering, finger sucking, unprotected penetrative sex (piv, wrap it up!!), clit slapping, dacryphilia, squirting, cum play, cum eating, cheating, smoking, eren’s still so toxic and reader’s still so stuck :(

❦ author’s note! — love you all so much. pls enjoy.

❦ word count! — 4.6k

two months after you’d left him, when the bags under your eyes began to weigh a little lighter, and breathing felt more natural and less like a chore, your friends dragged you to a party.

“oh, come on pleaseeeeee!” they implored, “you’ve been sulking over that bitch for, like, ever.” they’d wrapped their familiar, welcoming arms around you and sank the empty promise of a good time into your veins.

that’s how your regretful, deluded brain had chosen to see it in hindsight, anyway. in the moment though, they had been right. if it hadn’t been for work or classes or the occasional food run, fresh air and daylight would be foreign concepts to you.

the first couple of weeks after, you’d done whatever possible to erase the memory of him from your life. blocked him on everything; his number, email, instagram, snapchat, hell, even the pinterest you forced him to make however many months ago. anything with his name attached to it had been thrown out to die in the cemetery of your mind.

except, it hadn’t. even after you had blocked him on everything, set fire to his stupid hoodies, and given away almost every gift he’d ever gotten you, the constant and aching agony that blackened your heart was there to stay.

“yeah, you’re right.” you told your friends, gliding the tips of your fingers over your chest where that sick, familiar aching lay. “i guess i’ll go.”

***

so there you were, skin tingling with nerves as you take in the slosh of more “punch” being poured into your cup.

“didn’t you miss this?” your friend crooned, wrapping her arms around you and sitting her chin on your shoulder.

with a relaxed giggle, you nodded and threw your entire cup back in a few quick gulps, letting the familiar feel of the alcohol warm the blood beneath your skin.

i did miss this, you realized. you missed dancing without a care in the world. you missed being surrounded by crushes of people who were just as drunk and ecstatic as you were. you missed dancing to music so loud you could feel it in your veins. but as dearly as you missed those things, your very being still ached for…

you washed the thought away with another drink.

***

“so, you gon’ talk to me here or do i need to make a text now number?”

a voice you’d be able to make out in a crowd of people. a voice you’d hear even if you went deaf. a voice you’d deluded yourself into thinking you would never hear again.

why were you so stupid? why’d you deny your friend’s offer to accompany you when you said you had to go pee? why had you insisted that you’d be fine? why did you assume he wouldn’t be at this fucking party anyway?

you stood outside the rickety bathroom door, hands trembling and damp from the wash. wondering if you should bolt down the hallway, strangle him with your bare hands, or do something…unthinkable.

unthinkable as in an idea so preposterous that it couldn’t even be fully perceived. or maybe for a second it had been, but the utter insanity of it was enough for you to squash it.

“what do you want?” you rasped.

“what do i want?” he scoffed in your direction as though you were in the wrong. as though he hadn’t taken your pride and dignity and self respect and your ability to want anyone that wasn’t him. as though he hadn’t left you with nothing and the thought of him wanting more from you scared you shitless.

scared you shitless because you knew that with the right pushes and presses under the right spots, your spine would bow just the right way and you’d be weak for him again. although, what’s to say you had ever stopped?

he reduced the space between you to almost nothing, timidly taking one of your hands in his. “i wanna talk to y—”

“there’s nothing for you to say.”

“five minutes. that’s all i’m askin’.”

you rolled your eyes so hard they nearly fell from their sockets, and gave him a go ahead gesture. but his stupid eyes went all soft, and he insisted, “alone?”

***

“okay, we’re alone. you got five minutes. what do you want?” you made your voice as convincingly stern as possible, despite the faint tremble that hid beneath.

“well,” the stranger’s bed sank under the weight of his body, and he motioned for you to sit next to him, to level yourself with him, but you only kissed your teeth. “i miss you.”

you cut him off with a scoff. “bullshit.”

“it’s the truth!” his tone was by no means loud, but the conviction in it made it all the more startling. “look, these last two months, all i could think about was you and how shitty i was and how good you were to me and, god, you didn’t deserve that.” in the dim lighting of the room, his eyes shone with that familiar, please baby, i’m sorry, look. you couldn’t tell how fabricated it was, whether it was because of that dim lighting, or your bad habit of not ever doubting a thing he said.

he continued, getting off the bed and walking over to where you stood. he towered over you in that way he always did. looking down at you with those low green eyes that were undoubtedly embedded with sin and some sort of aphrodisiac.

he took your hands in his and squeezed tight. “i just need you to know that i’m sorry.”

you snatched your hands from his grasp. “sorry won’t cut it, eren.” so used to accepting his apologies, the foreign words cut deep into your tongue. “i mean, shit, how do you even expect me to believe you?”

“you’re saying you don’t believe me?”

“no, i’m just saying you picked the worst fucking time to start being honest with me!” beneath the pain that decayed your heart a little more each day was something you didn’t know was there until that very moment. rage. “i mean, so what, you didn’t have your usual easy lay for two months. boo-fucking-hoo!”

eren took on a more defensive stance, pointing his stupid finger in your face and stating matter-of-factly, “it’s not like that and you fucking know it.”

“shut up, eren!” a voice that wasn’t yours erupted from your throat, sure to leave it sore for days. “i don’t care if you felt a little sad for two months, alright. you don’t get to tell me how sad it made you that you fucked me over!” rage. rage felt so fucking good and scratched at itches you didn’t even know existed until you had screamed your throat raw. “you can’t just come back into my life with your shitty apologies thinking everything’ll go back to normal. newsflash, eren: it fucking won’t!

and that’s when it happened, the switch. from the please baby, i’m sorry eyes grew something darker. not quite anger, but so noticeably different from the softness he once held in them. “oh, yeah? why’s that?”

challenge. that was what bloomed so fervently in his gaze. it made loathing pump blood through your veins the way your heart normally would. “because i fucking hate you!”

then, he took you by the nape of your neck and kissed you. kissed you like you hadn’t just confessed your absolute and undying hate for him. like he took the words you intended to have the harshest effect possible and only heard, “fuck me stupid, eren!”

because judging by the way his lips moved in that languid, familiar, tantalizing way against yours, he was about to do just that.

your brain shrieked, stop him, stop him, stop him, but the parts of you he was touching ached for otherwise. the firm hand caged around your neck—shit, he knew you loved it when he did that—and his other snaking around your waist.

“don’t lie to me, baby.” eren whispered, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling your faces impossibly closer together.

it was true, though. you did hate him. you hated how he touched you, the way he knew how to kiss you just right; just the way you craved. you hated how he’d palm over those spots on your body that made it impossible to say no. you hated how good it made you feel. you hated how out of all the people on this earth, eren fucking jaeger had to be the one that satisfied the noxious, carnal desire that lay deep within you.

“what makes you think i’m lying?” you asked between wanton rasps. you let out a low, animalistic sound when his erection poked your lower stomach, and your question seemed to answer itself.

except it didn’t, because you did hate him. but you didn’t hate this. you hated everything that came after. when sometime after the perfect part of your cycle, eren would do some small, trivial—to him at least—thing to remind you of how un-worth it you were.

eren picked you up by the backs of your knees, and you had no trouble wrapping your legs around his waist. “come on, let me show you how bad i missed you.” he grabbed you by the jaw, prying your mouth open a little so he could kiss you sloppier. if he weren’t holding you in his arms, you would’ve melted into a puddle of arousal on the floor, because—despite your adamant hatred—you were so fucking wet.

and it was all because of him. this man you claimed to hate so much. but really and truly, you d—

“shit, baby,” eren held your legs open as you writhed on the bed beneath him, that same challenge in his eyes as rich as before. “you get this fuckin’ wet for somebody you hate so much?” he spread your thick, sopping lips apart with his skilled fingers before he placed another hungry kiss on your clit.

“glad you know that i—” you cut yourself off with a pleasure-drunk hiccup, more focused on the feeling of your poor, neglected hole leaking with your arousal and clenching around nothing. eren absolutely knew what he was doing, sucking and kissing on your clit until you were so dizzy it gave you a headache. he always loved doing that, watching you fall apart against his sinful ministrations. “hate you—ngh—so much.”

eren dropped his mouth dangerously low, not stopping until he was almost right where you wanted him. he probed his fingers against your yearning hole, but only so he could gather your slick on them and suck them into his mouth. “we both know you don’t mean that shit.”

“but i…” then, finally, you could feel yourself stretch around one of his fingers, and then another. a stretch so delicious you found yourself screaming out in pleasure. eren always knew what to do with his fingers. every fondle and knead and squeeze and pinch would always be followed by some pornographic sound. just because eren always knew what to do to you.

“you what?” he asked, voice low and smooth. just as your brain began to piece the words together, his fingers prodded against that tender, spongy spot inside of you. if you had any dignity left to lose, you’d have been humiliated by the sounds you were making. you’d have found it in you to finish your sentence. but, you didn’t, so…

“more, more, more, eren, please.” you squirmed, whether it was under the firm hold of turquoise gaze or the infuriatingly perfect motions of his fingers, you didn’t know.

in a haste, just as your orgasm had begun to hurdle toward your already fucked out body, he’d taken his fingers away. you could hear the sound of his belt clanging to the hardwood floor, and felt shame at the anticipation puddling in your stomach. “you want more?”

eren’s hands, damp and gently calloused, wasted no time pushing your knees up to your chest. like a fish to bait, your blurred vision caught sight of his dick: erect, flushed an angry red, and milky spurts of precum dribbling at the bulbous mushroom tip.

you’d barely had time to process before he was pushing the head in, a moan singing from his lips with every inch he advanced. eren ran one of his hands through your braids, coursing it lower until his thumb rested at your clit. “missed this,” he sighed, content and pleasure threaded through his features. “missed feeling you squeeze ‘round me like that.”

eren pulled out so enticingly slow, until only the tip was in, before pushing back in—just as slowly—and burying himself to the hilt. you fucking loved it, the slowness. like pleasure being spread across as warm and thick as softened butter.

and eren could tell. just like he could tell everything else about you. you could see his eyes fill with something sinister and the network of veins in his neck start to throb. “since when do you like it slow, huh?” you pressed your eyes shut, almost trying to think about it for a moment before wondering, why does he care? “somebody else been fucking you like this?”

oh. your already agape mouth formed around a giggle at the thought of eren being jealous. jealous of some hypothetical person that you’d be fucking in his stead. maybe there was such a thing as misplaced anger.

a harsh slap landed on your clit. oh, shit, he’s serious, your brain ran that one thought on a staticky loop. you were torn between wanting to moan out at the contact or slap him right back. “answer me, baby.” his pace sped up in the blink of an eye, practically trying to fuck an response out of you.

“what does it—shit—what does it matter?” you mewled, and eren’s lips turned down in a feigned pout.

he pulled you up by the nape of your neck so his lips were slightly level with your ear. “‘cause you’re mine.”

how devastatingly inconvenient those words were, but sickeningly saccharine nonetheless. because for so long you had ached to be his. to be more than just the girl he liked but couldn’t date for whatever stupid reason. so it came as no surprise when the words had you clenching pathetically around him and letting tiny whimpers slip through your lips as the tip of his dick began kissing your cervix.

a tear slipped from your eye, and then three more followed, glossing your face in tangible desperation that you could tell eren got weak for. “see, baby, you don’t hate me,” he cooed, grabbing you by the face to kiss the tears off your cheeks. “or you wouldn’t be letting me fuck you like this.”

he wasn’t right, was he? you did hate him. you didn’t have much of a choice, did you? someway, somehow, you had to spare yourself that nauseating heartache, the spine-crushing betrayal, the hazy heroin of his manipulation. hating him kept you safe, whereas loving him would soon kill you.

his brow furrowed in that way that always told you he was close, and so were you. a few more lazy thrusts and you’d be putty in his hands, just as he had probably intended. “tell me,” eren grunted, “tell me—ngh, shit—that you’ll never do that again.”

eren’s thrusts came to a screeching halt, and he tilted your chin up so that your gazes met. your vision was hazy and streaked by tears, like a windshield after a rainstorm. but even still, you could see the seriousness in his face, because you knew what he meant. “do” hiccup. “what?” you feigned ignorance.

“leave me. promise you’ll stay.” something about his words, his entire demeanor had changed. something in his eyes lay on the outskirts of vulnerability, and it was so utterly unlike him that it took you aback.

“i…” can’t promise you that, eren. you were about to say, but he gave a shallow thrust, subtly reminding you of the leverage he had. and he didn’t stop, either. not until you were shuddering with the onslaught of pleasure and teetering on the edge of your release. did you plan to stay with him? fuck no. did you wanna cum? “i promise, eren.”

and just like that, he was fucking you the way you needed, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips before pushing you on your back. all it took was a couple more thrusts and you were gushing around him. limbs going weak and numb as you messily drenched the sheets.

eren followed soon after, hurriedly pulling out and clumsily stroking his cock until warm, thick spurts of cum shot out over your pussy. but he wasn’t done. as if you weren’t overstimulated enough, he brought his mouth down over you. drunkenly running the tip of his tongue over your throbbing cunt, collecting the cum he’d just spilled there.

with a guttural, carnal grunt, eren connected your lips in one last kiss, parting his lips to let the filthy mixture of saliva and cum stream out of his mouth and into yours.

there’s a beat of silence as you let it pass down your throat. and eren kisses you again, softly murmuring into your mouth, “i missed you.”

***

“bitch, where were you?” your friends asked once

you’d located her in the crowds of people. “yeah, i was about to, like, call someone or something.”

you grabbed the drink one of them had outstretched towards you and took a meaningless sip. “there was, like, a holdup by the bathroom.” which could technically be considered the truth, but only if you didn’t think about it.

eren had suspected nothing when you jumped back into your clothes and notified him that you were going to pee. he didn’t suspect that while you did actually need to pee, you wouldn’t be returning to him. he didn’t suspect the possibility of you lying when you’d promised to stay, and you’d be gone before he got the chance.

“but, anyway, do you guys wanna go get something to eat?” you slurred, changing the conversation.

“yeah, i’m starving,” your friend agreed, wrapping her arms and you and your other friend’s neck and heading you all to the exit. “no cute guys here, anyway!”

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

you had always know armin was rich, but god, it still shocked you sometimes. seriously, who rented out an entire ballroom for their twenty-first birthday? the whole scene bathed in elegance. diamond chandeliers sprinkled you and the area in a delightful glimmer; something akin to being under a starry night sky. full-service caterers swarmed the place like bees in fancy uniforms, balancing shiny trays on the tips of their fingers and greeting you with an, “evening, miss. would you care for an hors d’oeuvre?”

you clutched your gift between your fingers, chewing on a cranberry crostini as you looked around for armin. around you floated many familiar faces. some people you and armin went to high school with, and that was about as far as the recognition went. other than a select few mutual friends that attended your university, the attendance was mostly of armin’s yale friends. despite being the majority, they stuck out like sore thumbs.

your name fell off a well-known, sparkling voice. you turned around to see the birthday boy in question, striding towards you with a hardly touched glass of champagne in his hands and blush sprouting along his cheeks. “i’m so glad you could make it!” he beamed, swathing you in a congenial hug. “as beautiful as ever, too.” he pulled away, giving you a thorough once over.

“god, i could say the same for you.” you returned. and it was true. the boyish, baby-blue gleam in his eyes had never left, and his usual mop of hair—still that enchanting color of gold—was coiffed into a neater do. “happy birthday, by the way.” you wrapped him in another hug, then showcased the gift bag in your hands.

“thank you!” armin smiled in delighted surprise, as if handing him a gift at his birthday party was the most shocking thing ever. his gaze flitted over your shoulder, and he waved to someone coming in behind you. “more people to talk to, y’know how that goes. but, uh, help yourself to anything. and thanks again for coming.”

***

about an hour later, after you had sang happy birthday to armin, finished your third glass of champagne, and flirted with too many yale guys to count, you were sitting at the bar and letting a slice of cake melt in your mouth.

from behind you, you’d heard armin conversing with someone quite jovially, bubbles of laughter floating from where they stood directly to your ears. foolishly, you snuck an intrigued glance over your shoulder.

armin with his arm wrapped cozily around none other than eren. eren, who had a tipsy tint crawling up his neck. eren, who had a peal of laughter rolling off his tongue. eren, who looked just as sickeningly good as he did the last time you saw him.

should you have eavesdropped? well, was it even considered eavesdropping if they were in a public place, talking as loud as their throats would allow them? no, right?

“and how are things going?” armin inquired. “with mikasa, i mean.”

“pretty okay, actually. there’s this promise ring she’s been hinting at for a while, so... ”

armin patted eren encouragingly on the shoulder. “promise ring, eh? that’s amazing. how long’s it been? like, seven months, right?”

eren cleared his throat. “nine months, actually.”

***

before you could listen any more, you’d ducked out of the party and headed for the little convenience store across the street. you needed cigarettes. you didn’t smoke cigarettes, but smoking in a dark alley looked way more intimidating and way less pathetic than crying.

so, there you were, leaning against the ballroom building with the bottom of your dress clutched between your fingers. a cigarette dangling from your lips, but only in decoration.

nine months. that didn’t make any sense. if you and eren slept together eight months ago, but he had started dating mikasa nine months ago, then that’d mean… no. not possible. if someone had finally gotten him to settle down, what sense would it make for him to… eren wouldn’t ev—

you cut off your own thoughts with a scoff, because of course he would. he would and he could and he very well might have cheated on mikasa with you, and now here you were, standing in a cold dark alley and having the conscience he so awfully lacked.

“hey, stranger.”

you didn’t need to look up from the bleak concrete where you stared to know what the source of the noise was. “what do you want?”

eren scoffed, and you could feel his shadow blocking the sliver of moonlight that shone through the alley. “how come you always ask me that?”

you moved your lips to say, i do not, but stopped short. maybe it was force of habit, but how could it not be? for so long, all eren could be bothered to do was take, take, take from you with reckless abandon. “‘cause,” you answered with no intention of finishing that sentence.

“‘cause what?” you could feel his gaze slide down to your pinched lips. “are you gonna light that?”

you only had it in you to shrug.

“how do you know armin?” eren asked, a little too confident for your liking. as if you two were in some sort of exclusive relationship and he had every right to know, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

you plucked the cigarette from your mouth and stomped it into the ground as if it had actually been used. “how do you?”

he moved to stand in front of you and that sliver of moon shone on his face like a spotlight. “we’ve been best friends since, like, god, i don’t know. the day we were born.” then he pointed an expectant gaze at you.

“we were in high school together.”

“‘s a shame my folks put me in private school. i could’ve met you sooner.”

“and put me through even more hell?” you half joked, “i’m fine with that i got, but thanks.”

hurt briefly graced his features. “i never really got the chance to apologize. last time we talked…uh…”

your mind regurgitated the pornographic memory of him spitting his cum into your mouth, eliciting a scoff. “you have a girlfriend, eren. you should be apologizing to her.”

“don’t act like you give a shit.” eren’s face went unserious. “mikasa was fucking awful to you.”

he was right. sooooo fucking right. why were you up here vouching for her? practically begging her boyfriend to respect her? because it was the right thing to do? or because you just hated eren so much you’d take any side but his? “so? you didn’t care enough to not date her. and she’s still…” you tried to think of something kind to say but fell short. “you’re getting her a promise ring, for fuck’s sake.”

saying the words made your tongue shrivel up and die in your mouth. eren had never gotten you a promise ring. hell, every time he promised you something it had been a lie. but whatever. you contemplated taking a cigarette out from your carton and smoking it for real.

“that isn’t what i want.” eren sighed. “mikasa, she’s…nice and funny and pretty and all that, but…i don’t know. i just…” he smoothly took a cigarette from your carton and put it between his lips, burning it with his lighter before taking a long drag. “it’s not real with her.”

“and what we had was real?” you coughed an incredulous scoff. what had been real about the countless mornings you’d spent icing down tear-bagged eyes? and not feeling whole whenever he wasn’t around? and losing yourself in him with each passing day?

“to me.” eren murmured.

you had began to feel like the cigarette you’d just discarded: weak and useless and burning—theoretically—with fury. “then why, eren?”

“why, what?”

“why’d you string me along that whole time? why’d you keep fucking me over with mikasa? why wasn’t i good enough for you to date me? why’d you cheat on your girlfriend and why am i the only one who cares? why do you keep…” the words that once rolled off your tongue as fluidly as marbles suddenly fell back down your throat and almost choked you to death. it took you a second to register that it was a sob. “why do you keep doing this to me?”

you could feel his arms wrap around you, in some futile attempt at making you feel better. would the rest of your life be like this? all roads leading back to eren? even after you’d married and had children? even after you were old and grey?

you blinked up at him, eyes streaked with tears, unsure of what more to say. a droplet of water landed at the corner of your mouth. not warm enough to be a tear, but as bleak and desolate as though it had been one. rain.

“i’m…sorry.” eren murmured. through the haze of tears, you could see him shrugging his suit jacket off his shoulders, placing it around yours shortly after. then, he brushed a kiss against your cheek, and he may as well have punched you square in the face.

with each passing second, the rain began to pour a bit harder. “i should go.” your words were like the food that catapulted out of one’s throat after a successful heimlich maneuver: seemingly inconsequential but so very life altering.

you’d walked away from him that night with only his suit jacket on your back and the remnants of his kiss stinging your cheek like a bruise.

© NININIKKI. do not translate, copy, or modify my works in any way shape or form.

#nikki writes ✶ #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #attack on titan x black reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger #eren x you #college!au #smut

[medlilove-fandom-brainrot]

The Coffee Shop of my AU dreams:

This post will be long. There’s nothing me or you can do about it. It is it’s own sentient being.

So, I had an idea for a Coffee Shop Steve x Tattooist Eddie Modern AU. Oh its all sugary sweet. Mostly.

The general bullet points are:

Steve and Robin work in a small cafe run in the same way they worked at Scoops. Just kinda left to it.

Eddie takes over the tiny Tattoo shop across the street after Wayne decides he’s tired of it and wants to retire. So Eddie moves from working for someone else in the city back to Hawkin’s and into their lives. 

Steve and Robin are childhood friends who stayed in contact but really reconnected when he transferred to her highschool to play Basketball. He fit in effortlessly with her, and her friends Nancy and Jonathan. Argyle moved to town the year they graduated. Billy he knows through Max who he knows through the kids who he knows through Nancy, Jonathan and Hopper etc idk.

Oh yeah! This is a Deaf!Steve Fic because it was rotting my brain out. But this time no injuries, just been pretty deaf since birth. His parents suck but have money, and send him off to a private school for the deaf with hearing aids. With Robin’s gift for language they are pretty good signers. I think I’m going to make Hop good at singing too, because his adopted daughter El, well for one reason or another she’s not much of a talker.

Eddie often spots Steve smoking out the back door by the bins on his break. When it’s dead quiet he and Robin both sit out there, Robin doesn’t smoke but usually has a can of something  fizzy and full of sugar instead. 

The Young Ones all are Season One little. They go there after school to wait for working parents and older siblings, play board games, annoy Steve and Robin and hang out.

The Coffee Shop also stays open late and works as a sort of bar/art/music space for locals. Regularly renting the space out on the cheap for local community art shows, music, workshop etc. Argyle usually organizes these events, with Jonathan's help.

Corroded Coffin occasionally plays in the bar down the street, can occasionally be found practicing in the cafes open space at night, only if Steve or Robin are staying late.

Robin lives above the shop or she’s staying at her parents. Steve lives in a tiny studio around the corner and does NOT talk to his family. Eddie lives above his shop across the street and has a great relationship with Wayne.

So here’s the THING. I actually created and fully renderd the shop for free over on Homestyler, because that is just how my brain works...

Please do click below for ALOT more images and information.

And if the ‘KEEP READING’ thing doesn’t format correctly I do appologise for how long this may become.

Hope you can read my handwriting......

Homestyler can be a bit fiddly, and VERY contemporary. It also has somewhat limted design options, so you might have to use your imagination a little bit on that DnD table:

I may have edited the wall art in this room a bit heheh:

Don’t underestimate the value of a good washroom!

I don’t have The Sims, so this free shit is what I do for fun.

I know it’s a tiny space, but I love small! Small but has something for everyone. I get that this was a very personal project that not many other people will be interested in, but I had so much fun! Highly recommend trying out Homestyler.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie #steddie au #coffee shop au #steve harrington #hoh steve harrington #deaf steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #st season 4 #Homestyler

[commenter2]

"Mammon's Magnificent Musical Mid-Season Special featuring Fizzarolli" review

Let’s see Fizz handle Mammon’s BS. SPOILERS and long post warning

Well the video’s image already confirms Mammon is evil and seems to have an odd relationship with Fizz, but that was a given fact.

Teenage Fizz and Blitzo!

ITS KNIFEY!!!! KNIFEY IS MAMMON’S VOICE!

Let’s be honest, Mammon could have treated that Imp kid much worse so its nice to see him not.

I’d brag that I was right about Mammon exploiting Fizz, but that was obvious from the start.

You’d have to admire Mammon for being honest about his feelings.

The moon of the Greed ring is a giant coin, but it looks like a hologram of some kind to me.

So that’s why Fizz was cautious towards that fan on the “Ozzie’s” episode. I also feel like it’s a joke making fun of hardcore fans of a franchise, who think their ideas should become actual canon in said franchise.

Froggie? I get that’s its likely referencing how Fizz jumps around, but what’s wrong with Fizzy? Wait wasn’t Blitzo called that in “Western Energy”, and was insulted by it?

Obviously we all love seeing Ozzie care about Fizz’s happiness and wanting to protect him from his fans and Mammon, but I don’t fully believe Ozzie when he says he doesn’t want to build sex robots that look like him. Maybe he wants the robots for himself XD.

While Ozzie is talking to Blitzo, you can see one of his rooms having gear designs on the wallpaper. I know it’s been confirmed that he is a skilled inventor, but I like seeing that as it shows the writers are showing that he is more than just the embodiment of lust/Fizz’s boyfriend.

IDK about you but Ozzie’s new outfit makes him look like Valentino a bit. There has been a joke about how "Val is copying Ozzie" so maybe it’s a joke about that, just neither are copying each other and its just coincidence?

Just like Stolas can, Ozzie can become a pile/form of something, in this case fire. Could this be enough to confirm that he is part phoenix like I brought up before? I also feel like it’s a joke about the “flames of passion” saying.

Helsa von Eldritch!?!? Oh wait that's not her, just girls named Glitz and Glam. Apparently they are voiced by the VA who voiced Katie Killjoy in the pilot. I wonder if their audio will be used in future fan made Katie Killjoy funny vids?

What’s with the spider webs? Is Mammon supposed to be a spider demon? Could it be a refence to Angel Dust?

I’ve been waiting to talk about that scene of the girl getting her eyes burn ever since it appeared in the 2022 trailer. First off I can strangely see pics of her and that Imp she was on becoming a couple, if you ignore the sign she had. I could see a comic where he took her to a hospital which she finds sweet and then the rest is history. I can also see a comic where Lilith Morningstar forces Mammon to pay for her medical bills due to a combination of not liking Mammon and as revenge for his statement about women not being funny.

Mammon keeps claiming he never had a son, which I feel like is building up to the reveal of Wacky Wally being his son. Fingers crossed :3

Blitzo can still do the Spider-Man upside down hanging. That is going to make a lot of Blitzo X Stolas fans happy XD

The moment with the deaf child has to be the cutest moment in the season so far.

It’s that stalker guy from before, he surprisingly looks good after all that time.

MAMMON IS A SPIDER DEMON! Honestly I don’t really like that as we have enough animal demons as it is, so it would have been nice if he was similar to what Lucifer is, or a few of the fallen angels that still look like angels to some capacity.

Heh flying fishes XD. The song is also really nice too.

Why hasn’t Fizz tried calling Ozzie for emotional support?

You can see a game called Fizzopoly in the background. Knowing the real life Monopoly brand, I can see that becoming a real toy one day, or at least a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss themed one. Would you buy it if it was a real thing?

There’s Ozzie. Also “character too big to get through door” cliché, but at least he can teleport to solve that problem.

There first “I love you” moment!

I know it was just played for fun, but I wonder if Blitzo (at this moment in time) is a bit jealous of Ozzie being with Fizz. That or he is just that neutral about it but he expresses it in insults.

I’m just noticing the electricity Mammon gives off. With Ozzie having fire, I wonder if this means the other sins have master of a certain element or something similar, except Lucifer who has mastery of all. Leviathan would obviously be water, Bee I think would have air via flapping wings, and maybe Satan could be Earth though that’s where my theory breaks down as we have seen Imps use and control fire too.

Wow 4 songs in 1 episode.

I wonder if this episode is giving us a glimpse of what Angel Dust is going to go through with Valentino in Hazbin Hotel?

Not really liking Mammon’s full demon form.

YES! THE FIGHT IS HAPPENING!

Wait is that Ozzie’s full demon form? It looks more like a power up. Hopefully that is the case and maybe one day we can see a proper full demon form.

Wally is there, thus ending the “Mammon is Wally in disguised” theory. Still think they could be father and son.

Muppet Fizz meme parody. Still hoping for a Ozzie as Cookie Monster parody someday. Also one of the guys 3 phones has a text saying “expect fan art soon”, once again showing how self-aware the writers are about the fandom.

WAIT NO FIGHT!! DAMMIT!!

Mammon says Ozzie is going to regret revealing his feelings to everyone, but I don’t see how Ozzie is going to face consequences for his actions. The only thing I can think of is a scenario where the other sins make the two go through an investigation similar to that one episode of “Parks and Recreation” just to see if Ozzie did something big for Fizz via favoritism that could be unfair for other demons or worst case scenario, get Hell in trouble with Heaven. Is it possible that the Goetia community could use this somehow, like overthrow Ozzie, or something related to what’s going on with Blitzo and Stolas? Could this start some kind of war, like Mammon has lost some profits (like $100 worth) and just decides the best thing to do is kidnap Fizz and force him to work for him? Mammon is pretty dumb, so I could see him doing such a thing.

I hope we see the twins come back one day. I could definitely see them becoming rivals of Verosika Mayday.

Looks like Ozzie platonically likes Blitzo now, if him smiling about his sexual question is any indication. I wonder if this will result in Ozzie trying to help Blitzo and Stolas get together!

Another great episode. I really liked how I was another episode centered around a reoccurring character like Fizz with little to no Blitzo, which is good from time to time. I also think having the VA of Knifey being the VA for Mammon is a perfect fit.

I definitely love that I was pretty close to getting the plot of the episode right, while also improving on it such as having Fizz wanting to try and be the best for himself instead of being blinded by idolizing Mammon.

The biggest thing I disliked about the episode was that we didn’t get to see Ozzie and Mammon fight, I mean come on we were so close. Maybe if we had less songs we could have gotten it. I also didn't like Mammon and Ozzie's demon forms as they don't look that different compared to seeing Stolas go all demon. Hopefully that was some kind of mid transformation, as turning into their fun demon form could have destroyed the whole area alone.

According to the order of upcoming Helluva Boss episodes, looks like the next episode will be a Stolas episode, and with the name “The Full Moon” it sounds like we will learn a bit more about Stolas’ book and FINALLY learn why he needs it on such nights. It’s also likely going to have Stolas and Blitzo get on better terms and maybe start off as being friends this time before becoming a couple later in the season.

I think it would be fitting to have the episode come out on the day/night of an acutal Full Moon, like the creators of Helluva Boss use to do with the character instagram accounts.

What were your thoughts on the episode?

#helluva boss #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss ozzie #helluva boss mammon #vivziepop

[scarletinkthelibrarian]

OC x Canon Week (Day 2) - "Pretty Green Eyes under the Moonlight"

Dancing / Fantasy AU / "Just one little kiss"

(with John Hancock from Fallout 4)

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"Hey, Captain?"

If anyone asked, Hancock did not just cough out a smoky heart and also did not almost lose the grip on his pipe and let it fall into the waters below while he tried to disperse said smoky heart.

Damn beautiful sorceress and her weirdly light feet!

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't want to spook you!" Scarlet immediately apologized, stopping in her tracks right behind him but still leaning over in concern.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" the ghoul quickly reassured her and himself, managing somehow to recover his sexy and nonchalant facade before turning toward her, leaning oh-so-casually against the rail.

She really fixed herself up quite well for the shore leave night, the dark blue dress she chose making her pretty green eyes pop from behind her glasses and he knew from back at the tavern that she was showing a lot of skin under that jacket she put on.

Honestly, she always looked good even without putting in the effort, but this evening?

John had difficulty believing she wasn't willingly trying to inspire impure thoughts into him.

"So, why back so soon, sister? Party already dying down?"

"No, no, it's still in full swing, Magnolia was trying to convince me to do fire tricks on stage when I managed to sneak away. I mean, for a while I thought she was joking, but then when she put me on the steps and everyone started chanting "Fire, Fire, Fire"? Nope, Nope, Nope!"

She closed the distance between them and planted her elbows on the rail next to him at her last "nope".

Hancock was pretty aware that he had more than encouraged Scarlet's relaxed attitude around him, but he still had to get used to how she seemed to naturally gravitate close to him.

She usually did, at least.

"So, running away to avoid having to repay Charlie? At the very least for arson? Good idea, Glasses." he joked, twirling his pipe between his fingers and mentally stomping on the image of MacReady flirting with her while the innkeeper served them rum.

"Well, it was partly because of that… and partly because the Captain promised me a dance and then ran away before keeping that promise."

She turned toward him as she said that, her eyes focusing on him in that way she usually did whenever she wanted to tear the truth out of someone.

And damn her, she did look so lovely, especially under the moonlight…

"Either I'm going deaf or there's no music here." he found himself murmuring to her, or, rather, to the little mole on her upper lip: he just couldn't help it whenever she was this close, he just wanted to kiss it. Just one little kiss, he could dare to ask for that much, could he?

The lips under that mole stretched open in a shy little laughter as Scarlet took his hand, dragging him with her away from the rail and in the middle of the deck, her other hand coming up to push a brown lock of hair away from her face.

"Does it matter? I could hum something, in that case."

The weed he smoked was probably going to his head or maybe it was her magic, but everything was suddenly feeling like a dream: the pirate ghoul was pretty sure he didn't remember when his arm ended up wrapped around her waistline or when the sorceress' free hand found a place on his shoulder.

She did indeed start humming something - some long forgotten song from her time, before the world ended and those who came after were left to pick up the pieces - and they found themselves falling into steps, her head resting tentatively against his shoulder, like asking for permission.

And who the heck was he to deny her, when he just wanted her even closer?

"Feeling cuddly, are we?" John asked, his head resting against hers, giving Scarlet the permission she didn't need.

"You are cuddly." she replied, now fully resting against him, her chest pressing to his with a relieved sigh.

"Heh, hardly."

A ghoul, cuddly?

"You are." she insisted, pressing her forehead hard against his neck, like trying to imprint her mental image of him in him, her breath and lips so close he almost felt dizzy with it.

"And you're charming, too. And generous, and brave. And kind… you're so kind, John, I…"

John found himself gulping, probably to try to swallow his heart back to its right place: she almost never used his first name, he could count on the fingers of one hand the times she did in all the months they had known each other and she was doing it now.

And the way she said it… it was so soft, so careful, like handling delicate porcelain rather than a feared captain pirate that looked just crawled out from the grave…

He really wanted to ask her where this was going, what she was doing, why she should be here with his ugly mug instead of anywhere else in the world - maybe back with blue-eyed MacReady or with that heroic friend of hers, Preston, he thought? - but his throat had just run dry because she once again turned those breathtaking green eyes back to his degraded ones and she was getting even closer, her lips coming to brush his…

"Hey, Charmer, finally found you, I had to ask around a bit and-oooooh, shit."

Hancock had already a long list of reasons not to like Scarlet's shapeshifter friend but now he had a very good one to make him walk the plank.

If she didn't roast him first, considering the flames he saw flicker in her eyes for a moment.

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Whew, this entry for @theocxcanonweek came out longer than I expected!

I decided to put my self-insert Sole Survivor, Scarlet, and her lover, John Hancock, in a Dnd-like fantasy AU with some needed modifications: satisfying what seems to be a common fantasy between us ghoul lovers, our beloved Mayor is now a pirate captain! And the world got flooded instead of burned to the ground by nuclear warfare, so yoho, yoho, a pirate life for us!

And my Survivor put down the flamethrower I usually equip her with and learned fire magic and presumably got frozen up by ice magic rather than hybernation, but details, I replayed Fallout 4 recently and needed to dote on my raisin husband. u.u

#oc x canon week #fallout 4 #john hancock #sole survivor #john hancock x sole survivor #yes she's a blatant self-insert but the rules allowed her so I stand proud! #fallout

[timaeusterrored]

{I apologize in advance}

Sad Silverdyne prompt: Tell me about the night Johnny found Alt. How he took it out on Ker due to him being depressed, drunk, and needing some sort of release.

Now why would you do this to me? Why would you hurt me like this? You KNOW they are my weakness- i like pain. Hehehehehe🥰

I hope you liked it boo😭 maybe I’m a lil slow but I’ll never know Johnny’s true emotions on Alt, and obviously we see who I want him with😭

(Tw: verbal fighting, no physical fighting but they do get rough with each other)

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Kerry had been worried sick. He paced, drank, smoked, paced some more. He knew Johnny was going to get Alt, and Kerry tried so hard to stop him. But his begging fell on deaf ears and now he was pacing once again.

Alt had taken Johnny away from him in more ways than one. The band could all agree with it too, but no one said anything. Kerry spent more nights worrying about his gonk ass than actually sleeping.

He was hunting down another bottle when the door opened. He popped up over the counter to find Johnny already standing over him, reeking of alcohol and a fucking chimney, he always smelled like that though. But something about him now felt dangerous, even more so than usual.

“J-“

“Where the fuck were you?” What?

What the fuck did that mean? Kerry hadn’t left the apartment. Johnny already knew Kerry would rather die than ever storm Arasaka with his edgerunner friends. He wasn’t one of them, he fought his battles through music.

“Answer me!” Johnny grabbed Kerry by the arms, Kerry could see his own terrified reflection in the infamous shades. God where the hell had he been?

“I came home, you know I don’t do that edgerunner shit, J.” Johnny was fucking wasted, he could only assume whatever they had been planning to do went downhill. Kerry spoke calmly, but that seem to only fire his friend up more, pushing away from him.

Johnny panted like a wild animal, standing in the middle of the kitchen. Kerry had seen Johnny in several different states, but never like this. It scared him a little bit.

“Alt’s dead. Those ‘Saka fuckers got her.” Johnny rubbed his mouth, his hands shaking. He looked like he was about to break something, and Kerry didn’t want to be standing in the warpath, but his stomach dropped. Alt was dead? What did that mean for this little war Johnny had waged against them?

“FUCK-“ Johnny threw the empty beer bottle Kerry had earlier against the cabinet and looked at Kerry, somehow making this feel like it was his fault.

“If you had fuckin been there-“

“Oh don’t you dare. I already told you I’m not gonna fight your ‘Saka battles, Johnny. I told you not to go-“

“She’s be alive if you had been there!” Johnny argued back, trapping Kerry against the counter.

“Me being there wouldn’t have made a difference. Why are you putting this on me?! If you want someone to blame, blame them like you do everything else!” He liked to pretend Johnny like this didn’t scare him, but he did.

“You never liked her, the fuck am I talking about? You probably would have-“ Johnny stumbled a bit, glass crunching under his boots. “You probably would have killed her yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have given her the time of day-“

“It’s ‘cause you think she took me from you. Ain’t it? That’s why-“ he had to lean on the counter to keep himself up right, his words beginning to make less sense. “That’s why you fuckin’ hated her!” Johnny sounded almost… hurt by that.

“She wasn’t good for you Johnny.”

“And you are?”

Ouch. Kerry flinched at the accusation, looking down and away.

“Why won’t you let me love you? You let her love you, if you can even fuckin’ call whatever that was love.”

Johnny was silent.

“You have me, you had Rogue. You had the best of both worlds and you threw it away for her! Now look at her! In ‘Saka’s fuckin net doing god knows what! If you got your head out of your own ass-“

Johnny grabbed his jaw, pressing him fully against the counter and stared at him, his hand digging into Kerry’s jaw.

“Because Alt was everything to me. And you’re nothing but a sellout.” Johnny shoved him against the counter and grabbed the bottle of liquor Kerry had gotten out and stormed out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him.

Kerry flinched.

#ouch babes😭 #silverdyne #angst #silverdyne angst #cyberpunk 2077 #asks #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk v #kerry #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk johnny #johnny silverhand x kerry eurodyne #kerry x johnny #johnny x kerry

[birdybirdnerd]

new girl just dropped for rawts! my message talking about her under the cut, copied from what i said in the discord

This Stanley started as a Stanley, and stayed a Stanley for a long time. His Narrator was similar to Narraford in that, he was of the mind that the story needed to stay one way. There were branches yes, but they all had their set paths too, and Stanley should stick to them.

But this Stanley wanted to put on a show. He wanted to dance and sing and overact, to put his whole heart into every route and every ending. Unfortunately, this Narrator very much did Not want that. He's only supposed to be a vessel for the Player, of course. If you distract too much from the story, then it ruins the whole thing for them. And so he pushed this Stanley's creativity down again and again. (Very similar to SP, in a way)

This Stanley also, as time and resets went on, discovered some things about himself. About... herself. And while this Narrator isn't transphobic, exactly, there is still an element of 'But I made you a certain way, you're supposed to be a certain way, and if you gain too much Character, again, you'll distract from the Story.' So time would pass, Stanley would change and they would fight, and- May, this is where I took inspiration from the basis of what made you make this concept. Because this Narrator would always get tired of the additions, the changes, and decide that the only way to fix it all would be to wipe the slate clean and start fresh.

And so the cycle continued.

Your Narrator showed up towards the start of one such cycle, so Stanley's gender Thing had yet to fully kick in. Idk how their interactions went, but by this point, a feeling of Something Wrong had dug a rut in Stanley's mind that persisted beyond the resets. I think maybe this was one where they tried to convince this Narrator to change? But it became obvious he wouldn't, so they left.

Out in the real world, Stanley discovered community theater. He was one who could talk, and while he could hear, he also had a sort of. Bad audio processing (just like me fr) that ended up in being. I don't want to say functionally deaf, but sort of? Learned bsl to help with communication when the words jumble up in his ears. He LOVES to sing, and ended up taking part in local musicals, cabaret nights, the like.

Then he discovered the local drag nights.

I read a Disco Elysium fic recently where Harry did exactly this and found a part of himself in drag, and it struck a chord in me that i think was this gal first forming. Something about the performance of it, the glitz and glamour and community, really appealed to this egg. He did it for awhile, falling more and more in love, and eventually realized that it was more deeply a part of him - of her - than simple shows.

She waffled over names for awhile. Dahlia was a strong contender for awhile, and she tried it out for a few weeks, but it never fully clicked. But one night, with a new costume laden down with glittering, soft feathers, grand wings that draped over her shoulders and swished as she twirled, someone suggested a stage name for this performance:

Raphaella.

At first, she was scared. It sounded so close to a name she'd heard before, and while it hadn't been her name, she still heard it in the Narrator’s voice. But it tugged at her, so she decided fiercely that no, she would not let him ruin something else for her, and so she became Raphaella- Raph, for short.

I think shes an older one too, maybe also around Spencer's age, so early to mid forties. Ended up in England somewhere maybe, too. Not sure when in the timeline she was saved, but. Yeah.

Her and Spencer definitely go to gay clubs together and people watch full of Gay Judgment.

#personal #my art #repeat and write this story #the raphaella parable #parable actors

[mongeese]

Music in Wolf 359

Hey so uhh I meant this to be a relatively short informal analysis post but then it accidentally turned in a 1150 word essay. Whoops! Anyway, it’s about the role music plays in Wolf 359, both on a practical level outside the story and a narrative/thematic level inside the story. I wrote this all in one go with minimal proofreading, so I sincerely hope it’s understandable and that my points are good. As always, feedback is welcome so long as you’re nice about it!

Here it is, under the read more because it’s long as hell:

One of my favorite things about Wolf 359 is the way it talks about and uses music. Like, the fact that the aliens are trying to contact humanity just because they want to learn how to make music is one of my all-time favorite reveals in the podcast because it’s just so profound! And it gives me a lot to try and unpack (which I am going to try and do right now).

Obviously, there is a practical element to the significance of music in the narrative. It is an audio-only medium, after all, and music provides a welcome break to all the dialogue and drama. Eiffel even references its ability to act as a way to ease the tension in Mission Mishaps: A Little Night Music, though that was almost definitely not an intentional wink to a more meta reason for the music. I’m just making a fun little reference to an episode I remember. Anyways, more to the point: music is really the only art form that can feasibly be introduced in a podcast. Theater is maybe an exception? However, I think putting a play into an audio drama would get a bit complicated on a storytelling level. Though if someone could pull that off, it’d probably be very cool, like some Hamlet vibes. But that’s irrelevant, so I digress. The point is, the medium was probably a strong motivator for the intense significance given to music.

Aside from the medium itself, the premise also lends itself to music being the connecting thread throughout the story. Now, I don’t know which idea came first: Doug Eiffel being the communications officer probing deep space, or the fact that the aliens want humans to teach them music. Regardless, those two facts are intrinsically linked. Given Eiffel’s role on the station, there is not really any other subtle way for the aliens to try and get his attention. All he can do is listen; he can’t receive any visible messages over the vacuum of space, not without a cable television to view them on, and if the aliens just spoke to him to slow burn of the plot and the eventual reveal would be ruined. Music is the best way for them to reach out in a way that fits neatly in the narrative they’re trying to build.

Now, let’s move away from external factors, shall we? I want to dive into the significance within the text. Obviously, music is significant to different characters in different ways. Minkowski is a total musical theater nut (the absolute queen), to the point of pursuing it over and over again even when she fails continually. Her devotion to music mirrors her devotion and stubbornness in all other aspects of her life, in addition to adding unexpected depth and nuance to her character. Regarding Eiffel, I think it’s safe to assume that he loves pop music the same way he loves pop culture. Plus, it’s given as one of the first and only ways he bonds with his daughter, as written in the episode Limbo:

“Doug was seeing little baby Anne pretty much every other day, talking to her every day, teaching her to play the Jaws theme on her little dinky kid xylophone, all the good stuff.”

It’s notable also, that Doug’s worst action, the thing that permanently put a wedge between him and his daughter, ended up making her go deaf. Even if she’s still able to appreciate music on some level, because deaf people can do that, it will still be a fundamentally different experience for her and Doug. I’ve posted about this once before, and I fully believe they made the decision to have Anne go deaf as opposed to some other disability because of the significance of audio and speaking and music to Doug’s life. It emphasizes how extreme what happened was, how thoroughly that mistake drove his family away from him (for good reason, I might add, I’m not trying to excuse him). I could write a whole other essay on Doug and his daughter though, so for now I’ll move on.

To be perfectly honest, it’s been a long time since I’ve listened to the podcast, and I don’t entirely remember what the rest of the characters say about what music means to them. If anyone who has a more encyclopedic knowledge of the characters and podcast wants to chime in here, I’d be fascinated to hear what sort of concrete examples there are of music being significant other than the ones I’ve mentioned. I’m pretty sure Hera is interested in music the same way she is interested in books and other forms of human art, and I have a vague memory of Lovelace mentioning a song that was important to her in one of the episodes, but the details escape me. Suffice it to say, the characters do interact with music in ways that are distinct and which reveal aspects of their character. Just goes to show that even without the whole “alien” thing, music is an important part of almost all of the major cast members’ lives.

And of course, I can’t write a Wolf 359 meta without linking it back to the anticapitalist theme of the whole story. It is so, so profound that out of all the amazing tech of Goddard Futuristics, all they are prepared to offer the immensely powerful extraterrestrial group, the one thing the aliens want is… music. Classical music, even, something that is widely considered unprofitable and frivolous as a career path, something that has little market value in a soulless capitalist world. As it turns out, that music is the most important and revolutionary thing humanity has to offer. And there’s added depth, because it’s not just that the aliens want to learn our music; our music quite literally saves Earth as a whole! Bob the alien says, that for species they decide not to bring into the fold of their alliance, they often have to destroy all members of that species. Humanity certainly would have met that fate, if not for our talent in music. I don’t know about you guys, but that drives me insane!! The fact that quite literally, humanity’s saving grace is our music? It’s such a poetic and remarkable theme to have, and one that I think is very applicable to real life. Humans have been making music for at least 40,000 years, probably more. It’s a fundamental urge, I think, to create music, whether through singing, drumming, playing instruments, whatever. Plus human’s aren’t even the only species that makes music, so you could reasonably extend Wolf 359’s statement to say that Earth’s saving grace and its most beautiful feature is its music. My favorite flavor, though, comes when you intertwine music’s importance with the anticapitalist ideas of the podcast. Because music is not inherently profitable or conventionally innovative (i.e. not innovative according to tech bros) and yet it is our most important invention. That is just such an amazing message to me, and it really, really resonates.

#did not do NEARLY as much outlining or prep for this one as usual but like i said it was entirely on accident that it got this long #hope yall enjoy though :) #music is very important to me on a personal level so ive been obsessed w the way wolf 359 treats music for like ever #such a good podcast #wolf 359 #wolf 359 meta #w359

[vampiremeerkat]

The Lorax movie had a predecessor to How Bad Can I Be?, this being a rock musical ditty called Biggering. I'd say the song's genre matched the man singing it; this Once-ler wasn't going to be a fedora-wearing teenager. I would've liked a genuine villain, but most movie companies don't want unironic antagonists in their kids entertainment anymore. A solution to this could've been a Lorax movie for adults, and why not, it's a demographic with the brain capacity to fully understand the message, and the control to make a change. The problem with children is I HATE THEM BUT THEY ALWAYS LOVE ME LIKE THE DAMN CATS THEY ARE, but also, they're first to point at a thing and shout: "PARENTAL FIGURE! I DESIRE THIS USELESS OBJECT! I SHALL SCREAM AND HUMILIATE ALL WHO HEAR IT IF MY WISH IS NOT GRANTED YESTERDAY.". They don't care if you tell them their toy was made with slave labour, they're gonna want that Five Nights At Freddy's plushie. The one with the empathy and final decision will always be the adult caretaker. This is why I kinda think the original Lorax book is not effective, either. Some people say the replacement of Biggering for something more tongue in cheek is thanks to companies' reluctance to blow the whistle on themselves. After all, tone-deaf ads came with the movie, starring The Lorax, happily endorsing the products featured. I'd call it a believable take if this demo song wasn't published on official soundtrack CD's and Youtube. Illumination is not exactly hiding its existence. It's a shame How Bad Can I Be will forever surpass it in views and adoration, but I'm not going to act too dramatic over it, as the songs in this movie are the only things I enjoyed about it. I boogied, what can I say. I don't think it's ever been in Illumination's interest to create heavy messages. They target the youngest, who want bright colours and pop music. It's a formula that works, why deviate. It's about the money. It's about the biggering. It makes their choice to adapt The Lorax, of all things, pretty bad, but knowing them, they'd just sing How Bad Can I Be at me in response. Anyway, there's the unnecessary context for the song I uploaded. It's a remix of Biggering and a Gigi D'Agostino track, only the good things in life. I made sure not to copy-paste and retained demo Once-ler's vibe. Rest in peace, my evil murderous swine, you never stood a chance. Got a lyric video if that's something you think is cool. Well. Change da world. My final message. Goodbye.

#the lorax #the biggering #remix #remake #reboot #rewritten #biggering #the 88 #gabriel mann #gigi d'agostino #music #mashup #mash-up #onceler #the once-ler #leronce #how bad can i be #lorax #2012 #mix #once-ler's recollection #song