#I mean I have to admit it is catchy

[minty-ocean]

my mom literally asked me if poland’s song is from this year or older because it seems really familiar like THAT’S how basic of a song it is

#to explain my mom isn’t that well versed in modern pop in the west #eurovision #I mean I have to admit it is catchy #but still #also I just realized that the reason it seemed so familiar to me is cuz it’s like a spin off on demi lovato’s solo

[iovesia]

can u make a dating coriolanus hc like u did for lucy gray please?

𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ dating coriolanus snow, fem!reader.

tags. lil’ fluff & angst. allusions to nsfw. toxic energy(?)

if you’re dating coriolanus in his uni & working with dr. gual era— that man is spoiling you rotten. he’s back at the top now, and with all this new real wealth he’s able to buy you the finest jewels and dresses in the capitol.

he loves seeing you smile and grin with pure joy and awe when he hands you gifts— and he loves that extra bit of control over you. you’re like his doll to dress up.

he’s always thinking about you. you’re always in his thoughts throughout the day. sometimes it aggravates him. like a catchy song that gets stuck— he’s always wondering what you’re doing, how you’re doing, where you are.

handsy in the possessive way. if you’re at balls or out in extravagent capitol events, his hand is always firm on your hip or on the back of your neck, thumb gently stroking your skin.

first he was doing it to make a statement: you’re his. after a while it becomes the default for where his hands go. as long as you two are touching, he’s ♡.♡ !!

if you’re dating him in his peacekeeper era, he’s always especially protective over you— wanting to keep an eye out for you.

when you walk past him while he stands on patrol, he can’t help the twitch of a smile on his lips when he sees your face.

coriolanus tries not to argue with you, most because he thinks it’s pointless. he’s right, why can’t you just admit it?

you often bump heads when you disagree on things: he’s stubborn, and you wanting him to not get his way like always. you’d have to do the apologies first, his pride’s too big to handle admitting his faults.

his idea of an apology is sending you roses— white roses. coriolanus likes to play it off as an apology, but you both know that it doesn’t mean anything other than “i was right, and you were wrong.”

sigh … he’s manipulative of course. canonically and fanonically— he’s gonna be a bit of a toxic boyfriend. but he does love you (contrary to popular belief) .. or so you think … right?

#love letters. #*⠀coriolanus snow. #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow angst #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow smut

[the-offside-rule]

Lando Norris (McLaren) - Did She? Ft. Oscar Piastri

Requested: yes

Prompt: 44) "Give me another chance."

Warnings: angst, rivalry (which is fictional), sad ending

Lando had stormed into the paddock, frustration etched across his face and rage very evident in his eyes. Oscar however, followed, a smug grin playing on his lips. The press had been around them, taking photos and undeniably thinking of the catchy headlines they would be using for their insufferable articles. They quickly made their way into the McLaren hospitality. "What the hell was that, Oscar?" Lando snapped, trying to keep his voice down in an attempt to not attract too much attention. "Relax, Lando. It's just racing." Oscar replied, his tone nonchalant. "Just racing? You practically pushed me off the track!" Lando retorted, his eyes blazing with anger. Oscar chuckled. "Well, maybe you shouldn't be so easy to push around." He patted his teammates back. Lando pushed the Australian's hand away.

A few of the mechanics stood up in case they needed to intervene. "Maybe don't be a dick and just admit you had to cheat to stop me from passing!" Oscar arched a brow. "I mean, I had to fend of Y/n too. I don't-" Oscar noticed how Lando's face had changed once he mentioned the Aston Martin driver. Oscar chuckled. "Is this because Y/n chose me over you, mate?" Oscar smirked, knowing he had hit a nerve. "No. This is about you pushing me off the track."

Y/n and Lando had been insepersble the whole winter break and then suddenly once testing had begun, Oscar swooped in and took her. It annoyed Lando but considering him and Y/n agreed there wasn't anything going further than their winter fling, he had hoped it would turn into a spring fling and then a full blown relationship. "Well sorry Lando. I just don't believe you. I think it's over the fact that Y/n chose me."

"Did she?" He had practically squared up to his teammate now. The pair had been glaring at one another. Oscar raised an eyebrow, reveling in the opportunity to provoke his rival further. "Oh, she did. Believe me, she did." Lando clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure. "It didn't seem like that last weekend mate, but whatever you think."

Oscar leaned in, his grin widening. "Sure, Lando. Keep telling yourself that." As the pit of jealousy grew deeper, Lando couldn't help but question his feelings. Was it about the race or something more personal?

Y/n stood in the media pen, smiling and laughing away at her good result. "I mean, obviously I couldn't have done it without the team. I just think I was incredibly fortunateto have the McLarens both occupied with eachother. That way I could-"

"Hey, can I grab you for a minute?" Y/n jarred to see Lando marching towards her, looking both determined and angry. "Im in the middle of an interview-"

"I don't care. Come on." Y/n looked back between her PR manager and the interviewer but soon found herself being pulled along to somewhere a bit more private; in between trucks. "What's this about? Im a busy girl." Y/n asked, slightly concerned. "Did you choose Oscar over me for a reason?" He asked, his vulnerability exposed. "Really? You pulled me away to talk about Oscar?" Lando nodded. "Oh yeah, because I'm after nearly ripping his fucking head off. Now please, just answer me." Y/n sighed. "Lando, it's not about choosing. Relationships are complicated, and I can't be reduced to a prize to be won."

Lando looked at her in disbelief. "When did you become a prize? It was meant to just be us and that was it. A quiet winter fling." He protested. "Lando, it's April. The winter is long over. I thought you would have moved on." She walked away, leaving Lando to just watch her. "Can you give me another chance?" She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him, her expression a mix of sadness and rage. "Lando, I don't think we should have even started this." Lando's heart sank, and he swallowed hard, unable to mask the pain in his eyes. "Why? What did I do wrong?"

Y/n took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "It's not about what you did wrong. It's about what I need." His brows furrowed, confusion evident in his eyes. "And what do you need that I can't give you?" Y/n hesitated before speaking, her words laced with regret. "I need someone who understands the pressures of this world, Lando. Someone who shares my passion for racing." He scoffed. "I am a driver. I share your passion, i understand the pressure. What more do you want from me?!" Y/n hesitated before answering. "I don't want anything from you! I like you, but I can't ignore the differences. Oscar and I, we just connect on a different level." Lando clenched his fists, the pain evident in his expression. "So, what, I wasn't enough for you?"

"It's not about you not being enough, Lando. It's about finding someone who complements me in a different way." Y/n explained, her voice tinged with regret. Lando scoffed, his disbelief turning into bitterness. "Complements you? Or is it just about the thrill of someone new?".Y/n looked away, unable to meet his accusing gaze. "Listen, dickhead. I ended it because I didn't want this from the start, I ended it when I did because I didn't want to hurt you!"

"But you did," Lando whispered, his voice filled with resignation. He wiped his eyes of the few tears that fell. Y/n reached to help, but he pushed her hand away. "Is he what you want, then?" Lando's voice cracked with emotion, his fear of the answer palpable. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, her silence speaking volumes. "I don't know, Lando. But right now, he is." The words hung heavy in the air, sealing their fate with an unspoken finality. Lando's chest tightened with despair, his heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. "I'll go." She wanted to reach for him, but she refrained. How could she stand there, denying her love for him then to turn around and grasp him.

As for Lando, in that moment, he knew that some wounds never truly healed, and some loves were destined to remain forever beyond grasp.

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #lando norris x you #lando norris x oc #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines #lando norris one shot #lando norris blurb #lando norris #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one x oc #oscar piastri x oc #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri one shot #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri

[matrixbearer2024]

HEYYYYY so ive been thinking, what if reader is like good at singing and one day when vox tells her he’ll be out for a meeting and then they start busting down them tunes not knowing vox came back and then after theyre done singing vox is just like “wow that sucked” (bro does NOT want to compliment them🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🚫🚫)

Sing-Song Shenanigans

A/N: HAHAHAHAHA I've been wanting to incorporate this into a new interlude and now this has absolutely given me the chance to- Vox at this point is practically wrapped around our dear Reader's pinkie, he's just in denial about it not to mention absolutely clueless. He compliments (Y/N) easily whenever he can pull the charm but his default is usually: "Haha lol u suck + ratio" while he not so subtly overheats and melts on the other side-

A/N: Also- this is the song Reader sings- I know the voice for Vox is outdated but the point is just it's his song that Reader sings lololol- Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this one and as always- happy reading!

You honestly didn't know if you should've expected this or not.

For someone as egotistical as Vox-

It kind of made sense that he would've straight up written his own theme song.

You only joked about it offhandedly-

Only for him to actually send you an audio file with a song he wrote and SANG.

Did he just have the file on hand or something??

You just looked up at the TV screen dumbfounded.

"I never aired it, I was just an up and coming overlord when it was made."

Came his nonchalant reply, you could only guess he shrugged but since his face was all you saw it was just a guess.

"I'll give it a listen later, you weren't finished with your story!"

"Right, where was I?"

And just like that, you both continued talking well into the night.

You'd actually almost forgotten about the audio file when Vox disconnected and bid you good night and adieu.

But seeing it in the chats when you opened your phone reminded you.

Well, it was probably cringe and you could make fun of Vox the next time around-

So you gave it a listen.

Only for the song to be pretty catchy and good.

Like the beat was stuck in your head good.

You didn't think that would've been the case at all.

And he said he didn't air this??

What the hell Vox???

Before you knew it, the darn thing ended up playing on loop more times than you would dare recall.

Too bad you couldn't include it into your playlist since that would mean having to publish it.

And you were just not ready to have that conversation with Vox yet.

Especially when it meant admitting that you liked listening to his singing.

And fuck THAT.

You absentmindedly hummed the tune on the way to university-

While you traversed between classrooms-

Even during breaks.

It only hit you that it actually was stuck in your head when you were asked about it.

"Yoooo (Y/N), what's that new bop you're listening to? It sounds pretty good from just your humming."

"Oh uh... it's a song a friend wrote. He sent it to me to... ask for my opinion!"

"Really? Can you send it to me too? I want to give it a listen!"

At least they didn't notice your awkwardness answering their question.

But because you didn't want to make it seem even weirder-

You hesitantly agreed to let your friend listen in as well.

Only for them to seriously cement what you didn't want to hear.

"Dude! They should publish this! It's a banger!"

"Eh? You think so?"

You knew the last thing Vox needed was another ego boost.

Maybe you could just keep silent about this whole thing?

"Hell yeah! What's their name?"

Or not.

Fuck.

"Of the song-?"

"The artist you goof, what does your friend call themselves? Surely they've got to be making music for a while with this experience."

Your friends had absolutely no idea you were friends with a technology demon overlord.

Even if it was their shenanigans that summoned his presence in the fucking first place!

You still couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or grateful for that fact-

What the hell were you even supposed to tell them??

"Uhhh... Vox?"

"Vox? That's a weird name. I almost thought you said 'aux', like the aux port."

You didn't notice that before, was his name actually an alias?

You weren't even surprised at this point if it was.

"Y-yeah, it's a mix of the words voice and aux! He came up with it!"

You pat yourself on the back for that bullshit reason, who cares at this point if it was right or not-

You could always just ask Vox personally later.

"Well you should ask him if we can make a music video for it!"

"Excuse me what-"

That immediately made you blank.

Did you seriously hear that right-

A fucking music video???

Problem was, you were way too deep into this conversation to back out now.

"Yeah! It would work for the music project the school's been encouraging!"

Right... the community music program your university's been doing to help spread the names of up and aspiring artists.

Problem being how in the fucking hell were you supposed to dodge a very blatant unspoken issue.

Which was the fact the song's writer and producer had been dead for DECADES.

That and you didn't even want to think of the ego boost Vox would get if you told him that your friends wanted to make a music video of his theme song.

They didn't know about him, but you were sure it would immediately go to the overlord's head.

Could this day get any worse??

"Uhhh- yeaaaah- I'll see what I can do?"

"Come on (Y/N)! You've got to at least try and convince him! This'll be a hit once it's out!"

You hated that you agreed with the fact the song most likely would be a hit.

Especially with the new rise of electro-pop.

God fucking damn it-

So that's how you found yourself pacing your living room waiting for Vox to finish with his meeting.

Well, if you guys were to make a music video anyway... might as well practice right?

Vox was a little bit concerned when you suddenly shot him a message during a meeting asking to meet up.

Especially when he couldn't really figure out what was wrong.

You seemed just fine a while ago?

Did something happen in class?

He looked back at your messages in the chat while he wracked his brain for any clues.

"Hey uh- if you're not busy I need to talk to you?"

"Why the rush doll? Miss me already?"

"In your dreams Samsung! Something came up and I need to talk to you."

"I'm in a meeting right now but I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks."

Suffice to say, he rushed the meeting so it would end quickly.

Vox didn't really even care that there were some things that still needed polishing with the presented concept.

It was a problem he could deal with later.

First, he needed to check what was wrong with you.

So you could imagine his surprise when he saw you on his feed dancing and singing.

Had you connected your computer up to the TV while waiting for him?

Vox just silently watched your antics while a familiar tune played in the background to accompany your actions.

"So I'll corrupt, manipulate, control what they see~"

Admittedly, the overlord found himself enraptured by your movements and singing.

He really couldn't help but stare as you danced around and performed to no one in particular.

If he'd only known that you would like his music sooner-

Maybe he'd have sent you more.

"I am the master of obscuring through our technology~!"

Vox didn't really think much of the song he'd sent you the other night.

A slight nervousness hit him when he was about to sleep wondering if you'd like it-

But clearly-

He didn't need to be worried at all.

"I'll sell your every single weakness back to you for a fee!"

A part of him wanted to just appear and see if you'd notice-

But the risk of cutting your performance short stopped him from going through with it.

"Don't be a fool and stand there droolin'-"

Vox couldn't help but chuckle, well-

That line was more ironic that it should've been in this situation.

"Get those Eyes. On. Me!"

His fans whirred loudly at this point, while your dance moves were quite clumsy and even random compared to more seasoned dancers-

Vox couldn't help but think you were just friggin adorable.

"Take a chance, play my game, get the rush in your veins~"

He really tried to keep his cool-

The overlord really really tried.

But he couldn't help the stupid grin on his face when he discreetly appeared on your TV.

"I'm sending out my signal download into your brain~!"

That was when he realized your eyes were closed.

It seems like whether or not he'd have appeared you wouldn't notice.

"And I'll be conquerin' the airwaves, I'm on all of your screens-"

As much as it was his theme song, Vox felt like you could rock the vibe just as well.

Which was so hilariously disconnected that he couldn't help but softly chuckle imagining it.

Well, maybe it was about time you realized he was actually here.

"So pay up motherfuckers, you belong to Vee!"

You screamed in surprise when you heard his voice from behind you.

The direction of the speaker was far enough for you to realize your digital companion appeared on the TV.

Of course he just had to join in at the last moment!

Wait-

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?!"

Your face was beet red from embarrassment, he wasn't supposed to see any of that!

"Long enough, I didn't realize you liked the song that much dollface!"

You practically swore at him up and down as Vox laughed and mercilessly teased you.

He seriously could've given you any hint if he arrived!

The fucking jerk-!

"I'm not doing it for you! My friends gave a listen to your song and they want to make a music video for it!"

Vox hummed thoughtfully, he was still on his high watching you get all shy and flustered.

You were so fucking cute-

"I'll agree to it on one condition."

You were almost too scared to even ask, weighing your choices before eventually daring to inquire.

The grin the overlord gave you immediately made you regret pushing forward with it.

"Fine fine, what's the condition?"

"That you perform and sing in the music video and send it to me."

"What?! Why?!"

Vox just laughed at your expense, the fact you were practically steaming out the ears because of him was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all day.

"Why not? Can't I have a look at the final product I'm agreeing to?"

You stuttered and huffed, he had a point there.

Fucking hell....

You should've never agreed to that fucking music video!!!

"Oh shut up, you just wanna see me sing and dance."

"Not really, your performance sucked."

"Oh fuck off Vox!"

The overlord just continued to laugh at how blushy and red you got.

Maybe he did enjoy your singing and dancing.

Well, it's not like he'll ever admit it.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel x reader #vox #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for exposing some parents' lies in front of their children?

So I ( at the time 25F) used to be a fast food worker in a mall until last year. In the restaurant we had a very eye catchy gumball machine, and families that walk past the restaurant tend to get stopped by children asking for these. Some parents are okay with it but most are not. Those who refuse to get some tend to deal with the situation questionably sometimes. The ones that get on my nerves the most are the parents who expect ME to convince the children not to buy some, as if I weren't busy already fixing their food. It's a small booth so I'm the only worker there and it's hell when it gets busy. However, for the sake of professionalism, I do try and talk the children out of it. "It's not healthy" is my favorite argument, actually my only argument, I can't think of another reason not to buy it. It doesn't work obviously but at least I tried?

The other type of parents that annoy me are the parents who outright lie to their children to get them to stop asking for gumballs. Like "the machine is broken", "it's just for display, not for sale" are the most popular lies I could remember right now. It's none of my business when this happens, even though I don't agree of this method of parenting. Children are my favorite people (if anyone remembers me, I sent the AITA about hanging out with children and ditching adults- so you'd know how much I love these little people) and I hate it when adult treat them as if they were dumb? Needless to say, most children don't even believe those lies and would argue with their parents. "Why keep it there if it doesn't work/ not for sale?"

Now, whenever children argue with their parents, some times the parents would look for someone else to back them up on their lies. They'd look at me and wink. "It's broken, right?" "It's not allowed for public use, isn't it?" And expect me to agree with them.

I really hate it when this happen. They demand that I side with them adults against those impressionable and innocent children??? To commit acts of dishonesty in the face of a cute child that just wants a candy of a certain color? Okay but my issue is the fact those customers demand I lie. Just like I said, I hate doing that because it's like I'm mocking their their intelligence and encouraging bad parenting. The other reason is, I'm a Muslim and lying is a sin, and putting me in a tough spot where I'm forced to sin is uncomfortable and I draw the line at it. I live in a highly religious Muslim area too so it's not like they aren't aware of that either. Like, I'm not claiming to be perfect, I have absolutely lied before and committed other sins, but I refuse to increase my sin count doings something I'm totally against? The third reason is, I'm Autistic so I happen to be very blunt, so I'm not used to lying at all, I'll suck at it if I try anyway.

So here's where I might be TA:

When the parents seek me to help cover their lies, I act as if I don't understand what they want me to do and contradict them. For example they'll say "Hey, the machine is broken, isn't?"

I pull my innocent confused face and say something along the line of "Oh no, it works perfectly fine, just insert a coin to get it to work!"

If they say something like "It's not for sale it's just decoration, right?"

I'll reply with "no of course you're allowed to use it, sir."

And so on.

I had a blast doing that, for once, I get to be slightly rude with Karens who can't call me out because their children are right in front of them so they'll have to admit they were lying. Also I work alone so there's no superior they can report me to, and it's a huge chain restaurant so one sigle bad review will cause no harm and even go unnoticed, but it's not like any parent bothered looking up how to report me since they are so busy trying to get their children to leave, which means I get to do whatever I want. Also management was very nice for a change and they always shot down any complaints about me.

However, I'm not a parent myself so I don't understand their struggle to keeping their children under control.

Anyway, AITA for not lying with them and exposing them in the process?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[louloulemons-posts]

weirdly specific I know but what about fem!goth!reader who's been best friends with eddie for years. he thinks he knows everything about her until one day he climbs through her window to hang (bc of course he does, he can't use a door like a normal person, even if her parents aren't home, where's the fun in that?) and finds her rocking out to taylor swift and it turns out shes a massive closet swiftie.

Weird But F-ing Beautiful

Modern!Eddie X Fem!Gothic!Reader

Summary : You were a metal head with a secret, you love Taylor Swift.

Word Count : 1k

(How I imagine Reader would defend Taylor)

Warnings : not proofread, 3am writing (again-pls someone save my sleep schedule), so many taylor references!, swears, petnames, cuteness, eddie and reader are just adorable honestly

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You and Eddie had known each other for years now, you’d say he was your best friend in the whole world.

The pair of you had a lot in common, you were both unusual and unique people. You bonded over that, along with your love of bands like Metallica and Black Sabbath.

You’d always liked darker things, loving halloween whilst most liked christmas. Horror movies and true crime documentaries brought you comfort.

Complaining about summer as your dark wardrobe made the heat cling to you, it was just the person you were. But you had a secret, one that even Eddie didn’t know of.

You absolutely loved Taylor Swift. You’d found yourself bopping along to one of her songs that was on the radio and were hooked, owing all of her albums and having them on regularly.

Enter Sandman to All of the Girls you Loved Before was quite the contrast, but you loved it.Walking down the halls to your locker, Lover was playing in your ears.

People who passed you wouldn’t think that, ripped tights, a skirt that went just above your knees, dark top with long flowing sleeves - bat wings Eddie liked to call them.

Fingers and neck decorated in mismatching jewels, huge boots, a corset around your waist and eye liner that took longer than you’d care to admit. Love Story didn’t really look like a song that’d be your favourite.

Arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you softly. Pulling out an earbud you spoke, “Edward.”

“Hello Sweetheart.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Milkshakes?”

“You paying?”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sipping on your strawberry shake you chuckled at Eddie, leaning over the table you wiped whipped cream off his nose. “Thank you,” he blushed.

“Don’t mention it Rockstar.”

“Sooo,” he said.

“Hm?”

“I may or may not have gotten two tickets to see one of the best bands of all time, and I was wondering if you’d like to come with?”

“Oh my god One Direction have reunited?” You laughed, “Shut up. Will you come with me?”

“I mean I guess I could free up some time for you,” you smirked, taking another sip of your shake.

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Thank you for the milkshake.”

“Anytime Sweetheart, I’ll text you the details of the concert and stuff.”

“Please do. I’ll see you later,” Leaning over and kissing his cheek, cherry red stain being left on his skin.

Heading up to your room, neither of your parents were home yet. Throwing your bag down you put a record on, Taylor.

Humming to yourself as you undid your boots, you decided to start on some homework. Turning up the music and tuning everything out for a while.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Stood in front of your mirror, you began wiping your makeup from your face, eventually singing along. “I remember when we broke up,” you sang softly, humming mainly.

Sliding off your rings and necklaces, your hair being pulled out of your face, comfortable for the night. God how did this woman make these songs so catchy? What was in them?

You couldn’t help yourself, “I used to think we were forever ever …” You put your books away, cleaning your desk, “We are never ever ever getting back together!”

Dancing around your room, you laughed as you spun around your room. These songs just made you so happy, “We are never ever ever ever getting back together!”

“Okay I get the message,” a voice laughed.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” you screamed.

“Wow chill it’s me.” Eddie.

Storming over to your record player you turned it down, Stay Stay Stay playing quietly in the background. “What the fuck are you doing here? How’d you get in?” you shouted.

“Window. Came to bring this back, wasn’t expecting a concert.”

“Oh fuck off Edward,” you huffed, taking a ring out of his hand. Turning away from him and putting it with your others.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I um didn’t know you liked this music.”

“Well I do, got an issue?”

“No. Just … do you actually like metal or was that just umm …”

“I like both okay? Sometimes I just want to feel like a happy, silly teenage girl. Her music helps me do that, or if I need to cry, or fall in love or anything really. I love metal, I didn’t lie!”

“Okay. I believe you. She’s cool.”

“You think?”

“Well you like her, so she must be.”

“Shut up,” you smiled.

“I’m serious. Teach me the way of Taylor Swift,” he grinned, dropping on your bed.

“Well thats 10 albums, and then there’s Taylor’s versions.”

“God you’re a proper little nerd.”

“Says the one who loves D&D,” you smacked him lightly.

“I’m not saying she’s bad! I like that one umm … Enchanted?”

“Yes! It’s her newest re-release, god I love that album and 1989s out soon as well.”

“Slow down babe, you’re losing me.”

“Sorry, so um Enchanted?” you asked, standing up, pulling the vinyl out of its case, replacing it on the record player. The song played softly. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” you smiled, turning back to Eddie. “Thank you for bringing my ring back, where was it?”

“My van, must have fallen off.”

“Or you stole it.”

“Me?” You nodded.

“Don’t think it’d fit Sweetheart.” The chorus played, and Eddie began to hum along, standing to be in front of you. “I like this other side of you.”

“Thought you’d make fun of me.”

“I’d never. I like all parts of you, this might be my new favourite, maybe we can see her concert.”

You snorted, “You willing to sell a couple organs?”

“For you, I do anything.” You smiled up at him softly, he nudged your nose with his.

“As Taylor said, I was Enchanted to meet you,” he smiled, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A/N : This was so fun to do! I just jammed out to Taylor the whole time and it was great. Thank you so much for this request I hope you enjoyed it 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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[nonotnolan]

The Great Gym Shift

Day 15 of life after the body swapping incident that affected downtown Washington DC, and life was still weird as shit.  Some people were calling it the Great Shift-- a government cover-up for a science experiment gone wrong.  I don’t think a two mile radius really deserves a “Great” moniker but I had to admit it was catchy.  Others were calling it a terrorist bioweapon meant to cause havoc across the nation’s government.  That did seem possible, but the terrorists had terrible aim if that was the case.

A few people even said it was a plan to put key politicians into younger, healthier bodies, but... I know for a fact that one isn’t true.  I was there at ground zero when the swap occurred, working as a personal trainer at the gym.  All those desirable bodies, mine included, went to some of the most pathetic white collar workers you could imagine.  Whatever happened, it was definitely an accident.

It’s been a month, and I still haven’t gotten used to my reflection.  I hope I never do, to be honest.  The government is working on getting this whole mess resolved, and I can only hope it will be sooner rather than later.  I’ve never had hair this long, and I am in desperate need a of a haircut.  Since it’s not my body, I’d have to fill out a requisition form, and I keep hoping it won’t come to that.  

One of the first things the Government did was send in the National Guard to put everyone affected into a quarantined hotel area, and then they started drowning us in regulations and paperwork.  I’m still working as a personal trainer... only now most of my clients are lazy office drones.  Those desirable bodies I mentioned?  I’m in charge of making sure their new owners keep them in shape.  I’m slowly losing my sanity.

“Mitch!  What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I said, walking out into our shared kitchen.  Uncle Sam was putting us up in some very nice accommodations, I had to admit, but my clients-turned-roommates left a lot to be desired.

“C’mon Grady, it’s Saturday,” he said, as if that was supposed to be an answer.  I kept starting at him until he continued.  “Saturday is my self-care day, and today that means Netflix and cookies.  I don’t see what the big deal is...”

“Absolutely not,” I said, holding out my hand.  “Give me those, that is way too many calories for one serving.  We’re sharing those with the whole floor.”  He rolled his eyes and sighed at me, but at least he obeyed me.  I can’t help but feel self-conscious bossing all of these men around, especially when they’re large enough to beat me to a pulp if they knew how to leverage their strength.  The real Mitch was a lanky college intern who had no idea how to build or maintain muscle mass.  Russ would’ve had a heart attack if he was here to see even half the things Mitch wanted to do in that body.

As I walked the plate of cookies out to the common area, I couldn’t help but notice that Larry was still sitting at his room’s computer desk, shirtless and surrounded by a few wadded tissues.  Gross, but... I’ve seen Larry’s old body.  I can’t entirely blame the old pervert.  “Please tell me you didn’t stay up all night watching porn again.”

He just smiled at me, his bloodshot eyes telling me everything that I needed to know.  “So what if I did, Grady, it’s Saturday.  The fitness schedule you made for me says I don’t have to work out today, and a sleep schedule isn’t a part of the body cohabitation contract we all signed.  As long as I still eat three healthy meals today, you can’t make me do anything.  So how about giving me some privacy?”  He was right, of course.  Larry was one of my most frustrating clients, because he knew exactly how to do the bare minimum and nothing more.  Tana was one of the gym’s biggest over-achievers, so seeing his body do a complete 180 had been quite the adjustment.

I knew better than to engage with him right now-- better to save my strength for fights that I would be able to win.  I set the cookies down in our shared kitchen, waved at a few of the other guys, and retreated back to the bedroom I shared with one other man.

Simon smiled at me, and I could feel my frustrations starting to lift away.  “Good morning, Grady.  Rough start?” he asked, looking up from his book.  Simon was a licensed psychologist who happened to be at a nearby Industry Convention when the Great Shift happened, and I was so glad to have his assistance dealing with all of the heated emotions that boiled over during the aftermath.  Furthermore, Simon had ended up in my body.  It was a relief to know that my body was being controlled by someone responsible, even if seeing myself each day came with its own set of weird situations.

"You have no idea,” I said, shaking my head.  “Or rather, you have an exact idea, because you’ve also had to deal with those guys.  I don’t suppose you would be up for some... stress release?” I asked, peeling off my tank top and tossing it onto the floor.

He laughed, quickly setting aside his book and his glasses.  “In this body?  Always!”  Was it weird that I was having sex with my own body?  Maybe, but honestly, our daily hookups felt like one of the least weird things about this whole mess.  I always knew I was an attractive man, and I’ve always been attracted to anyone who keeps themselves healthy, regardless of gender.  Presumably that’s how Simon now felt-- I know that ever since I’ve been in this new Twink body, I have only felt attraction for hairy men.  Sexual attraction seemed to follow the body, not the inhabitant.

“Do you ever worry that we’re complicating things?” Simon asked.  “For whenever the government is able to switch everyone back into the right bodies, I mean.  They’ve told our loved ones that we’re in quarantine, but... how can we go back to normal life when this is all over?”  I understood where he was coming from-- his real body was at least twenty years older, and while he didn’t like sharing too much about his life, I’d gotten the impression he had a wife and maybe a few grandkids waiting for him back home.

Simon clearly had a tendency to overthink everything, and I was now used to offering friendly advice while his warm load was still inside of me.  “Honestly, I think we’re dealing with a stressful situation, and we’re all just coping however we can.  There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults having sex.  And I don’t know about you, but... if I didn’t try to get a wide range of experiences inside of this temporary body, I think I’d regret the missed opportunity forever.”

He smiled at me.  “I suppose you’re right,” he said, as he sipped on cheap hotel coffee.  “’In sickness or in health’ wasn’t really meant to cover something so impossible.  And I’d rather seek forgiveness than forever ponder what might have been.”

“Glad to hear it,” I said, smiling back at him.  I think we both knew it was a bit selfish, but how else could we be expected to process these strange new desires?  Yeah, I guess I felt a bit guilty having sex with someone other than my girlfriend back home, but... when else would I ever get an opportunity to have sex with myself?  I don’t think there is a person alive who could blame me.

#male body swap #gay body swap #after the swap #muscle jock #great shift

[anomalocariscanadensis]

I'm starting a new movement in literary criticism called "Undeath of the Author". basically we consider the author to be alive enough that their intention is the only source of meaning in the text, but dead enough that any interpretation of the text is valid. consequently, if you can read a particular meaning into a text, the author put that meaning there entirely on purpose, regardless of any claims to the contrary.

FAQ:

This is already a common mode of reading things online, you're not starting it.

Every literary movement draws on existing practices which it formalizes, expands, and explores. I'm the first one to endorse this approach openly and give it a catchy name. That counts as me starting it. Besides, most people who follow the basic principles of Undeath of the Author wouldn't admit to it.

This is a piss-poor approach to understanding anything.

Nowhere in the above statement, nor in any of my other writings, do I endorse pissing on the poor.

Are any of these FAQ entries questions?

Only this one.

Actually, Barthes's point in La mort de l'auteur is a lot more interesting and subtle than the received concept of "Death of the Author", having as much to do with the authorial voice within the text and the cultural archetype of The Author as with the "proper" way to interpret texts. The received concept instead derives mostly from the New Criticism, and -

Yes.

[neko-loogi]

I'm back baby- oh yeah, it's time for another opinion post!

I'm going to briefly talk about this song. I don't have much to say about it so I'll go over this as quickly as possible..

Alright, so Poison, this song is um.. decent at best and somewhat repetitive at worst. When I first saw the post on the official Instagram account for Hazbin I was honestly pretty surprised that they made a song for Angel Dust already, which is one thing I'm actually going to complain about a little bit.

Like, the show isn't even fucking out yet and they're already posting songs from the series?? It's a bit weird if you ask me. if I was Viv, I honestly would've waited until the show was out to actually post the song on YouTube and hype it up. But whatever, she can do whatever she wants really, (even if her choices are hella questionable) but idc.

Anyway, I already heard the song. And all I can say is, it's not the worst thing I've heard. However I still prefer Addict a bit more than Poison, because the lyrics are actually pretty good and kinda catchy. (Also, I don't care what y'all think about Angel's original VA, it doesn't matter if he could sing or not, he did a pretty damn good job with the song so stfu). Which is another thing I wanted to mention, Angel's new VA is alright, I guess?? I mean, the guy can sing decently, but it's not like super wow or whatever. If anything he sounds like if Beast Boy from Teen Titans had a good singing voice.. yeah, that's all I can say about the voice really. (Although I have to admit, I like the last part of the song, because he actually makes Angel sound super distraught and heartbroken, so I'll give him points for that).

As for the lyrics, I don't really have much to say about them, he just repeats the word poison like twenty times and that's about it, which is the name of the song- so yeah.. The song isn't that amazing- not to mention that Viv only posted a lyric video on YouTube, which is fine I guess, but c'mon man I need visuals! All her other stupid songs have visuals and actually show the characters singing, so how come this song doesn't? It makes no sense!

This is why I think it's stupid of Viv to post the song before the show is even out yet! Because she's hyping the show up, so people get engaged and for what? She's not even going to post the show on YouTube! What's the point of all this damn hype? Jfc it's so stupid.

That's all I have to say about this song- this opinion post was kinda stupid and unnecessary but I don't think anyone else has been talking about this enough, so I felt the need to mention it.

Alright bye, I'll make another one of these real soon-

#vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #anti vivziepop #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #spindlehorse criticism #spindlehorse critical #angel dust #poison #/// #by neko loogi #do not repost #neko loogi rambles 😬 #neko loogi rants😔

[ms-cartoon]

So I came across a song sung by Angel Dust and I have to admit, it's alright.

I don't really feel for the "Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . ." since it kinda sounds like the writers couldn't think of any other lyric for that part so they settled for something a bit overused when it comes to certain songs. Still, apart from that, it's actually pretty catchy.

One thing that I don't like is how Blake doesn't really sound much like Angel Dust when he's singing. Angel is supposed to have a brooklyn/new yorkian accent and I didn't hear ANY of that in this song. When Michael played Angel in ADDICT, you can actually hear his distinct accent when he sings. It wasn't all the way there, but it was there! Whereas Blake didn't provide any accent when singing. Disappointing . . . for real.

Also, does this mean that Hazbin Hotel is gonna be like HB with their musicals now? Mostly generic pop music instead of actual musical-like songs?

(Here's the song, btw)

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #angel dust critique #critique #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #angel dust critical #Youtube

[bibluebutterfly]

(New) Cannon/ Mostly Cannon Facts About Ozzie.

JMI's new livestream was today, and you can guess who watched it lol. Anyway, here's Part One if y'all want to check it out.

DISCLAIMER: Take all of this with a pinch of salt because most of this is just what JMI thinks. Also I came in 12 minutes late so I may have missed something. Now let's get to it.

Ozzie and bee get along relatively well. In JMI's words, "they have their moments" and "they know how the hierarchy SHOULD work." Interesting...

If Oz could play a role in a broadway musical he would probably be the Moulin Rouge ringleader. Though JMI thinks it funny if he played George Washington from Hamilton and he wish's Ozzie could've played Phantom, but he's too sexy. (Ozzie as Phantom? TAKE MY MONEY AND TAKE IT NOW.)

Oz could squish mammon in full form just because he is way taller. (but that's likely WITHOUT them using magic.)

Fizz and Oz wedding? JMI has no clue but if there was it would be fire.

The song Oz would listen to and repeat would be (and he sings this part so I don't know if it a song or lyric) "can't get enough of your love, baby" because in his words, Ozzie "can't get enough of his love". The SWEETNESS AAGGGHHH.

Ozzie and Lucifer PROBABLY get along well. As long as Oz does his job and they don't mess with each other, they really don't have a reason to hate.

Ozzie probably likes Xmas carols cuz they're catchy.

Fizz is an awful cook. In JMI's words (in the Ozzie voice), he's "so cute, so sexy, but can't cook worth a damn." I mean we knew that but the way I bust out laughing XD.

Ozzie's fav food is may be barbecue ribs and wings (cannibalism??) But that may be (and most likely is) JMI projecting.

If Oz were to give Fizz Flowers, they would be white and blue roses (JMI admits that is cheesy. Which yes, but it's oh so in character for the both of them XD).

JMI SAID IT'S CANNON THAT OZ DOES NOT HOW TO USE ELECTRONICS THAT IS SO FUNNY.

(NOT RELATED IN ANY WAY BUT HE SAID HI TO MEEEE AAAGGHHHHH.)

Oz probably likes cheese (though JMI DOESN'T.)

Not a fact but a fan said Ozzie brand cereal would be called Ozzie-O's and I love that.

If the Ozzie liking barbecue wings is NOT cannon, then he may be horrified to see his workers eating Chicken.

Oz still not big on valentines.

He and Fizz WOULD sing "Baby It's Cold Outside" but Fizz would likely change it to (and I once again quote) "nasty, nasty lyrics".

And that's it folks. Once again, JMI is awesome, we love him, and Ozzie still remains one of my favorite characters.

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva asmodeus #ozzie helluva boss #helluva ozzie #fizz x ozzie #helluva boss ozzie #ozzie #asmodeus helluva boss #asmodeus x fizzarolli #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #helluva fizzarolli #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss #fizarolli

[sporesgalaxy]

I feel like “they’re only human“ from the death note musical kinda has vladlence vibes

Hi. I went through several stages of answering this ask

1. DEATH NOTE HAS A MUSICAL?

2. DEATH NOTE HAS A MUSICAL...

Catchy tune! Fun stuff! Thank you for sharing!!!!

I could see Vlad assuming he's above everyone else because he's smarter and has superpowers, but Silence doesn't quite look down on people this way! She sees humans as capable of change but often sees them squander the opportunity to change, which she deeply resents. People who are complacent, incurious, and/or stubbornly traditional make her furious. It is ghosts, including herself, that Silence considers incapable of meaningfully changing the "nature" of their character after death, doomed to obsess over the same thing and succumb to the same emotional outbursts ad infinitum. What exactly "nature" means isn't always clear, because Silence is wrong and her belief is founded on self-justification and bias!

So this song is more accurate to how Silence would sneer at Ghostkind...except that she would unhappily admit to being just as doomed as the rest of them.

Vlad is tougher. His parallels with Danny re: abusing ghost powers for petty reasons imply that Vlad also does so out of a sense of personal inadequacy That said, Vlad also seems to have retroactively convinced himself that he was always destined for greatness. So I think he could look down on other people as hopeless idiots. He definitely looks down on ghosts-- he consistently treats them as tools to be used and discarded, imo even moreso than he does to living people. So I'm rambling all this to say I agree with you on Vlad, good point, and once again very fun song! Thanks for sharing it!

3. WAIT A SECOND THE JAPANESE LYRICS SEEM TO BE FUNDAMENTALLY THEMATICALLY DIFFERENT FROM THE ENGLISH ONES THAT'S FUCKED UP!!!

The Japanese version is a song about the inevitability of DEATH, not the inevitability of human fickleness!!! In the Japanese version, the humans are futile because no one ever has enough time in one life to do everything they want!! Why'd they change it so much for the English?! That's crazy! :O

#asks #tunes #silence alexander #dp

[starlightswordfight]

rescue corps headcanons because I'm insane

(there are many)

– mirror pronouns pom

– that's all I got

– man!!

– Bernard started TALKING in this specific MANNER for the BIT years and years back and now he can't STOP he is STUCK someone HELP him

– he ALSO might be doing it to try to put EMPHASIS on the words he believes should have it and sometimes HE DOES not succeed

– he reads as ADHD coded to me but it might be because I also talk like that so take that with a grain of salt

– "HEY GIRL. I MEAN ANY PRONOUNS"

– Bernard had the most normal home life by far. No contest, won by default. I have a GREAT relationship with both of MY parents because they LOVE me

– he is incredibly observant. alarmingly so. will sometimes act out of the loop on purpose, if he thinks things would just be easier that way. accidentally learns everything about everyone, the guy's an information magnet and he doesn't know how to feel about that

– do you guys think Russ has made a spacesuit with the doc ock arms because I think he has and that he actively uses it on missions

– occasionally jumpscares people and giggles about it. he got the tendency to do this from his mother, who can smell fear

– while I doubt Russ would do things "for the bit" he would ABSOLUTELY act on impulse in the name of the scientific method. this has gotten him hurt before. it's fine

– does not make coffee he just eats the fucking grounds. "it's a Giyan thing, you wouldn't understand" this is not true at all he is LYING

– Russ and Yonny get into frequent arguments (light banter) about literally everything and I mean Everything. They could work together they'd be really powerful that way, but they don't

– Russ has so many genuinely funny science puns that he makes and no one ever gets them and it devastates him

– except for Yonny, who is too busy searching for ethics guideline loopholes to acknowledge that he understands the joke

– Yonny has the most HORRIFIC life stories and will drop them CASUALLY. thought they were funny, is only now beginning to realize that it does in fact make people concerned and uncomfortable when he does that

– prefers paper books to digital because he's prone to headaches!! cites "phone bad book good" as the official reason but that's not the reason

– nonbinary and evil. presentation tends to "default" as masc but switches up often! hey girl I mean any pronouns

– knows like a hundred million dead languages for absolutely no reason

– makes art in his spare time because murder is wrong

– Shepherd sleeps with a nightlight, or at the very least can't rest well in complete darkness!! she's just like me fr !!!!

– "she snores" thank you duncan for your contribution. honk shoe

– also I think she might be autistic I can't fully back that one up do not ask me to but look at her. she cares about dogs the way I care about fish

– prone to coming across the wrong way, tone wise. very very good at giving backhanded compliments that were meant to be fully sincere and just got horribly lost in translation. this keeps her up at night. she feels AWFUL

– big fan of karaoke!! not exactly GOOD at it but we love her initiative

– as afraid as she is of the pikmin, their voices and funny little words are very catchy and she does find herself repeating them often. she will not admit this. it is embarrassing

– Collin is also autistic. I could make an entire separate post on this I'm being so goddamn serious, I have so much reasoning, I am fully confident that he is, and that he masks REALLY hard, and it enormously fucked him up

– special interest in machinery (NO ONE saw THIS coming)

– transmasculine. his name is a pun on "call in." heard the phrase and realized he had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever

– we only hear about his grandfather, and not even from him; no other family is mentioned at all!! went no contact with like everybody else, above points might be why. people with normal childhoods don't stand like that

– adding onto the canon sleep talking with sleep movement! a LOT of it! has probably kicked someone before!!

– "he wakes up upside down" thank you duncan

– i think maybe Dingo might still have glow stick light up bones. will rediscover this one day during an expedition mishap and it will be an Experience

– not a hc but Dingo is the type of guy to get bit in a zombie apocalypse and not tell anyone until the literal last second

– "he would also say "fuck my stupid baka life"" thank you duncan

– would fight by rolling up his sleeves and jumping around cartoonishly. he would more likely talk like he's winning the fight when he is in fact actively losing. "had enough yet? (on the floor)"

– definitely games and he wins the competitive ones by button mashing. "I'll never tell you my strategy" he prays that's the strategy

– his sleep schedule is NOT normal. it's so beyond skewed. he either gets like 2 hours of sleep or he wakes up the following night not knowing what year it is

#pikmin #pikmin 4 #pikmin headcanons #bernard pikmin #russ pikmin #yonny pikmin #shepherd pikmin #collin pikmin #dingo pikmin

[jimmy-dipthong]

Translation of Sekai no Owari - Habit

I love this song, and the choreo is fucking crazy. I'll attempt to explain some of the decisions I made in the translation below the cut!

First a little explanation about this song. I have been thinking about my gender for a few years now, and I recently had a few conversations that have made me realise I'm probably agender. My partner showed me this song at the peak of when I was thinking about it the most (she didn't know at the time), and I was shocked at how relevant the lyrics were to my thought process and especially to our relationship. This song means a lot to me, and I felt like I just had to translate it.

Anyway, let's talk translation. I've had a look at some other translations, and mine slightly differs in that I feel I've attempted to convey the core message of the song more strongly than the others. For example:

陰キャ陽キャ "What's your MBTI?"

This line could be translated to something literal like "are you cheerful or gloomy" but I felt it was better to use an english-world equivalent of a popular system of putting people into boxes. Also worth noting that this line is extremely short, and my subtitling software warns you when the amount of time the subtitle appears for is too short, based on how many letters are in it. The translation needed to be like, 3 short words. I'm honestly pretty happy with this, I think it fits well and introduces the premise of the song well.

気付かない本能の外側を 覗いていかない？　気分が乗らない？ Nice dichotomy idiot, what exists outside it?　Wanna take a peek? Not in the mood?

Ok, obviously this isn't a direct translation, but I love that post and this song is basically "nice dichotomy idiot" the song, so I really wanted to work it in somewhere. A literal translation would be like "Won't you peek outside your subconscious instincts?" and I had trouble making that sound song-y in english until I decided to work in the meme.

やってるのにイケないヤツ and the ones using skills they don’t have

The Japanese here is a bit of a double entendre. It could be translated to "people doing stuff who really shouldn't be doing that" (いけない being kind of equivalent to ダメ in such an interpretation), but it could also mean "people who are fucking but can't cum". I tried really hard to work in similar sexual imagery ("the ones who go but don't come"??) but it just didn't work and in the end I just made it mirror the preceding line.

I almost want to say that was the hardest line in the song but that award has to go to this:

大人の俺が言っちゃいけない事言っちゃうけど 説教するってぶっちゃけ快楽 酒の肴にすりゃもう傑作 でもって君も進むキッカケになりゃ

Most adults won’t admit it, but what the hell, Lecturing is such a guilty pleasure This, plus a drink - that's heaven And if this gets you to grow up?

Making this catchy and natural was really tough. I actually stole a bit of the first line from another translation because I liked the way they handled the 大人の俺 part. 酒の肴にすりゃ is also a difficult thing to translate - in the English speaking world we don't really have this idea that food needs to accompany a drink.

But the line I'm most happy with is this:

すぐ世の中金だとか愛だとか運だとか縁だとか なぜ2文字で片付けちゃうの？

It’s all about cash, or love, or luck, or fate How neat, summing up the world in 4 letters.

This wasn't a particularly hard translation to come up with ("love" and "luck" are basically the only translations for those words which locked in "4 letters", and it wasn't hard to find 4 letter words for 金 and 縁), but I was surprised to find that none of the existing translations I could find did this. One went with "Why do you want to wrap it all up with a single word?" and another even further abstracted, "How can it be so simple?"

I hope you enjoyed the song/translation! Let me know if you would have translated something differently or if I've made a mistake, I really love seeing your responses!

#langblr #japanese #japanese language #language learning #learning japanese #translation #agender #language #jimmy blogthong

[iamfandomtrashandimproud]

(Listening to Rival Star! Reader's song)

Johnny: I hate this song

Kung Lao: Well, you have to admit it's catchy

Johnny: The Bubonic Plague was catchy, that doesn't mean it's good.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #kung lao #shaolin monks #source: Tumblr #johnny cage x reader

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Summary: You and your mermaid friend take turns answering questions about the other. One thing you're both curious about is "how do you mate?".

Pairing: Mermaid Todoroki x Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Humor, Interspecies, vanilla, kinda tentacle? Dorks again.

Notes: this has been in my ao3 a while but I never properly posted the 2nd part on tumblr.

Part one in master list!

“Your turn.”

You didn’t consider yourself a typically forward person, not without a good buzz going and a catchy song in your ear, but those words effortlessly tumble from your lips with a confidence you didn’t know you possessed. You blame it on the adrenaline burning its way through your veins and the lust clouding your head at the promise of touching someone, a mermaid of all things.

It isn’t a situation you ever imagined yourself in after the many days of going to the beach then home without much to show but you were finding fewer and fewer reasons to complain about the opportunity being served to you on a silver platter.

Clumsily, you steady your feet against the crumbled rocks and shells underneath them. Fingers spreading out over his slick skin, you destroy the last of his personal space, fitting seeing as he had no qualms about invading yours.

The memory brings back a hint of nervousness but why should you listen to it now? They always say life is about experiencing new things. This is definitely something that had to fall under that.

There’s a beat of his tail, a swirl of water whirling from the strength that makes you swallow hard. You flash him a smile, but he doesn’t seem to hold the same eagerness from earlier.

Concerned, you take a step into deeper territory. “You alright?” He doesn’t respond, and you lower your voice, drawing your question out again a bit more softly since for a moment you forgot that this probably isn’t the usual thing for him either. Still, as selfish as it is, your mind repeats to not give him an out, because you’re still dying to find out exactly how mermaids, him especially, like to be touched. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” you ask with a forced laugh, if only to relax the mood enough to encourage him to continue.

There’s a pause, a prolonged and contemplative pause, highlighted in grey and blue eyes. You can never seem to guess what he’s thinking with that serious face, and it flashes across your mind what other faces he can make, and you almost get embarrassed at how far your thoughts spiraled into the gutter.

“I can’t have cold feet."

You laugh genuinely this time. “It’s a phrase. It means you’re getting nervous. But Shouto, you know you promised, right?”

“I’m aware,” he answers, “It’s not that I don’t want to, I simply need a second to think.”

You fall silent as he begins to mutter under his breath in a language you couldn’t even begin to understand but you get the feeling that this time it’s more serious than not understanding human idioms. When he makes up his mind, he meets your eyes. “I’m ready,” he says, which gets rid of the last of the doubts playing in your mind as you wait for him to make his move.

Except he doesn’t.

Your head pivots to the side as you watch him concentrate on the churning water in front of him, and you tighten your once relaxed expression. “Shouto?” More confusion settles over you, turning in your head as you watch the motions of his shoulder. Suddenly, it dawns on you and quickly, almost enough to bring back your fluster from earlier. “Are…are you touching yourself?”

Your question is enough to earn his attention, finally. This time when he meets your eyes, it’s more subdued than before, embarrassed in a way that makes you wince for causing it. “I have to make it come out. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Make it come out?” You have somewhat of an idea of what he means but you’re not entirely sure you can imagine it.

“It feels strange to force it,” he admits quietly.

Your curiosity overtakes your actions as seeing is better than believing, and you hesitantly coax him to float back with a push at his sides. You probably wouldn’t have found what he was talking about had it not been for the reddening at his stomach built from the pulling of blood underneath, right where his human skin starts to fade and merge with his tail.

Your fingertips brush the spot first before courage demands that you press the flat of your palm to his abdomen. Your stomach does flips at the swim-toned muscles flexing against your palms with each of his heavy and deep breaths, creating a pool of arousal in you that anyone would embrace sinking into.

Carefully, you trace to where his torso and tail meet, finding a horizontal slit camouflaged in the blending of the two. Your eyes light up at the discovery. “It’s retractable!” you think out loud.

“Is it that surprising?”

You hum softly. “Well, human guys, there’s just hang there, but I guess it makes more sense for yours to be inside of you.”

You almost wish you could rush back to your notes to write all this information and probably make an entire diagram, but it would be better if you could explore him fully. First, you want to make it fully come out, with the goal of making him cum just as much as you had. For research purposes naturally, not because your pussy is throbbing at the idea of seeing his fully unsheltered cock.

You’re not entirely sure how to ask for that though. But it’s only fair considering how unashamedly he had explored you, right?

Luckily, Shouto asks the question for you though, “Are you going to touch me then?” And you could swear you hear a hint of wanting in his husked-over voice.

With his eagerness, you find a new level of composure to tease him. “Do you want me to that bad?”

“Only if you want.”

“I do,” you answer all too quickly even for yourself as you feel butterflies flutter inside. “I mean…why not, sure…”

You take his invitation to slide your fingers along the firm opening. You probably couldn’t push even more than a centimeter in but it’s enough to meet the slick covered flesh hidden inside. It’s so sticky that you can hardly get the flat of your fingertips to release from it, and when you do, they’re covered in a gloss that not even the water can easily wash away.

You draw your hand to your nose, surprised to find that the coat of slime doesn’t really have a smell. Nor a taste, you think as you suck around fingers. And your eyes widen as they flick over to Shouto watching you, as shocked as you are to realize you had slid your fingers into your mouth.

“Why’d you do that?”

“I-uh-I don’t know. It just kinda happened.”

“Ah,” he mumbles, fighting to keep eye contact with you before falling back on your twitching fingers still in your mouth, the touch you have on them. Shouto clutches tightly around your wrist, pulling your hand away to press your hand to his lips and suck on the two saliva slick digits. You shiver as his teeth prick at your skin and his rough tongue split them apart and whirl.

Satisfied at your reaction, he pulls away with a familiar half-cocked grin. “You humans sure like to use your mouths a lot,” he teases. “Like this and kissing, too.”

“You don’t kiss?”

“Depends. Some do a lot, but not as often as your people like to do. Most people prefer swimming together more,” he answers.

“That’s too bad…I think kissing is really fun,” you reply, and he blinks, still staring at your lips, dripping with the water that pulls from your hair to the crook of your nose and over them. Instinctively, you lick it away, cleaning a spot for him to lock your lips with his.

You try to keep up with him, the swirl of his tongue around yours, the prickling of his teeth against your lips, and the odd sensation you get from his kiss. The more his saliva mixes in your mouth, the more your tongue tingles like sucking on mint. You wonder if all mermaids' kisses feel like that or just his; but you don’t mind as long as you can keep doing this, having your arms around his shoulders and his hands at your hips. Your hands palm at his back, and you swear he flexes under your touch on purpose, which makes you giggle in his mouth.

It can’t more than a minute or two because you can feel your chest starting to burn for air and the strain of his gills sucking at your skin tells you that he isn’t getting oxygen through the air or his backup of water either. He breaks away, a heavy breath quickly refilling his lungs. “Was that good?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Your smile flutters before finding the perfect wide grin to stop stretching at. “Do you want to do it again?”

Nodding, he takes you up on the offer immediately, more vigorous than when he first laid his hands on you. He bites on your tongue, making you whine as he gripped onto you tighter. He rubs your skin, spreading his hands at the back of your waist, and you can’t tell if it’s on purpose or instinct when his tail starts to curl around your calves, making it difficult to swim.

Heat was building at your core from something hard and rubbery pressing against your stomach, and you were too busy moaning to beg for him to stop so you could push him over and make a mental image of what was stroking you.

Todoroki breaks away to croon against your neck and bury his groans against your skin. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, how tight and slick you were, about how fuzzy everything you do makes his brain feel. He sighs your name, and you’re not sure you ever heard anyone say it as pretty, “Do you think we should see if we’re able to mate,” he says, fumbling around the request as if he was helping you.

“You sure that’s a good idea?” you ask, and he quickly answers by kissing and nipping your shoulder, pressing his weight harder on you to the point you were beginning to lose your composure. Suddenly, you realized he was determined to bring you under with him. “Wait, wait, I-I can’t hold my breath very long.”

“It’d be easier if I could take you underwater, but—” he begins, falling into agreement with you, seeing as he was trying to mate with you, not hurt you. His face falls and his ear fins tilt down like a wilted flower.

“I have an idea,” you tell him, wiggle yourself away, and start to work your way back towards the pool edge. “Swim to the other side, okay?”

“Now?” he flushes slightly, which makes you laugh.

“Well, wait until you calm down and swim over.”

Shouto sighs. “You certainly don’t take the easy way.”

“Yeah, but I bet mermaids don’t do what I’m going to do to you.”

And that piques his interest.

For better or for worse, Shouto has been put into peculiar situations more frequently since meeting you.

You have him placed on his back, his tail barely being brushed by the water as it rolls over the shore, and he can see straight up to the sky, his front hot while irritating grains of sand rub at his back.

“I’m on land,” he repeats to himself, questioning why he’d agreed to such a thing. Todoroki decides that you definitely make his brain too fuzzy and that you’re way stronger than you look to have dragged him up on the beach.

Then, you straddle his waist, and for a second, there’s nothing but you, smiling at him comfortingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you, yeah?”

And he trusts what you say, not only because you've never lied to him before but with you spread out over his waist, that warm spot of yours lined up with his opening, he can't seem to make himself question anything that comes from your beautiful mouth as he admires the way your thighs spread and close around his sides.

“We should probably make it come back out…” you say sheepishly, almost apologetically for the situation.

“I don’t think that’d be hard,” he comments, thumbing at the plush of your thighs as you press more of your weight against him. It’s a pleasant, full sensation without the float of water keeping you separate. “I think I like having you on top of me.”

You thoughtfully trace the scale patches lining his arms and lightly wet your lips before confessing, “I wouldn’t mind doing it more.”

You lean over to kiss his jaw before scaling down to his Adam’s apple. His gills flutter at your lips each time you place a kiss on his neck, and he shivers when your tongue glances over them. His body tenses so suddenly that you are afraid he'll pop a scale. “I'm guessing you've never been licked before.”

“No,” he croaks out, his face burning and tail slapping the shallow water as you surprise him by flattening out your tongue over the shilling of gills again, which makes you laugh and him flush. It’s cute to see the red spreading across his face.

“Well, if you like that,” you hum and drag your kisses down to that warm spot on his belly. You already see the rounded edge of his cock starting to peak through. It doesn’t form a head, coming to a smooth finish like a tentacle, and as you glide your tongue across, you can feel the bumps of it like brail on your tongue.

His tail wriggles between your legs, and you subtly grind against it as you groan around his cock. The thick length of his tail completely strokes your pussy while the grooves of scales provide the perfect stimulation as it pulls against your suit bottoms.

It’s hard to find the right tempo to suck him off, your lips keep sticking to him due to the slick that coats his cock, and how bendy and flexible it was. It’d probably feel nice rubbing inside of you. For now, you try to keep it from going straight down the shaft of your throat as you push him in deeper, letting your lips meet the rough scratch of his scales.

You slide him from your mouth, letting his dick rest against the flat of his stomach as you lap.

“Fuck.”

You raise your head, glancing up at the flush on his face and his hand gripping tighter into wet strands of his hair. “You like it?”

He nods, and you squeeze your hand around his cock harder. “Worth coming on land?” you tease, and he groans again.

“Ye-Yeah,” he puffs out.

There’s a bit of white foaming from him almost like bath suds. The sudsy foam pools at his lap since there was nowhere for it to go, and the salty taste makes you think he’s on the verge of cumming but you don’t want to risk your time ending this soon.

But you’re also not entirely sure how well he’ll fit inside you, and it makes knots form in your stomach as you readjust your clothes and line yourself up with him. “I’m going to put it in, okay?” you announce, more for yourself than him because he knows (his eyes are absolutely locked on the shifting of your hips as you lower yourself on top of his cock).

You wiggle your hips down on top of him, following the bending of his cock until you could feel it beginning to bundle and bow inside until your lower half lightly bulges from the fullness. You doubt bouncing would do you any good and choose to slowly grind.

Shouto purrs out your name, his eyes still on where you’re locked together, dazed at how your hips roll and stomach twist to circle on top of him. “You feel so good,” he groans as your muscles swell against his, squeezing tight around him, “so warm.”

You can only moan in response. You whimper as you can feel him rubbing and curling back against your cervix. The beads of his cock stroke your rippling muscles, sliding against your g-spot, and the slick collecting from him keeps adding pleasure as his skin brushes your engorged clit.

Then, he pushes his hand against your stomach, and you nearly sob as you squeeze your eyes shut as he places pressure on his dick imprint. “Shouto, ah,” you whimper.

“I can see it in you,” he muses and grips onto your hips to press himself harder inside of you as his cum foams and collects at your entrance and puddles against his lap.

“Shouto, 'm gonna cum.”

“Will you squeeze around me again?” he asks, sounding too hopeful as you begin to tense and whine, and your walls flutter around him. You bow forward, shaking with the waves of your orgasm tumbling over you. He mimics your prior movements by rocking your body forward as you work your way through your high, and even after he slowly slides himself from you, your pussy clenches around the empty space and suds with his cum.

You slowly lay back down on top of him, letting the sound of his heart and the waves tickling your feet calm you back down. “That was interesting,” you mumble, feeling overly stretched and pitifully empty while his cock still press against you, making you want him one more time.

“Did that help with your research?” he asks, completely serious.

“I do have a few more things I want to figure out,” you reply and hazily bring yourself back up to kiss him again, trying to gather that tingling sensation back over your tongue. When morning comes you were going to be sore from all of this and from having to help him back into the deep end of the water.

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