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moon-is-a-cryptid · 1 year

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Like dynamite

⭐️pairing: Bakugou katsuki x F!Reader

⭐️CW: fluffy, mentions of pregnancy from another fic

⭐️Type and A/N: adult au!, kinda a ‘when they met’ of Lavender and honey, same stuff as the reader has tattoos and piercings

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Katsuki walked with Kirishima on their normal patrol, his usual scowl seemed angrier than usual. Kirishima being the one to blame for that “Come on Kats you need to put yourself out there! Go on a date for once would ya?” Kirishima elbowed Katsuki making Katsuki huff. He had never been one for romance and hadn’t really thought about it until Kirishima had brought it up earlier in the week, how Katsuki needed to find someone to keep him out of the office so much. To which Katsuki brushed off saying he wasn't interested. But in all reality, it started to set in for Katsuki, especially when he came home to a dead quiet house only to lay lonely in his bed wishing he had someone there to hold, talk about his day with and eat dinner with.

These thoughts stewed in Katsukis brain as Kirishima continued on listing potential dates for Katsuki when in the distance Kirishima and Katsuki hear music and cheering. Looking at each other quizzically Kirishima asks “was there an event we were unaware of?” “not that i know of” Katsuki gruffs out “lets go check it out to be safe” Kirishima b-lined towards the noise Katsuki not far behind him.

What they come to is a crowd of people in the middle of the park with a pretty decent opening in the middle “What the hell is this? A mosh pit?” katsuki whispered to Kirishima, who only shrugged in response. They stood there in the crowd until the music starts playing again and someone speaks out “This one is a request since we have pro heroes dynamite and RedRiot In the crowd today” The song Dynamite by BTS playing over the speakers no movement is made until you make your way to the middle and start to dance the choreographed routine, people slowly made their way to join you but katsuki was only watching you move to the beat. Wearing one of his brand Dynamite workout tank tops and some workout shorts, the tank top shows off your colorful yet dull from fading tattooed arms and your hair is braided back showing off your pierced-up ears and gauges and a little gauntlet tattoo behind your ear. You donned snakebites, a bride piercing and an eyebrow piercing all orange spike from your skin. Katsuki was stunned by you as you took charge of the dance and mouthed along to the words. Kirishima placed his hand on Katuskis's shoulder “seems i dont have to set up a blind date for you Huh?” Kirishima snickered into his ear making Katsuki turn towards him with a glare as the music died down and cheers ensued.

You make your way through the crowd to your bag and water bottle as you sit down to take a few gulps and play on your phone, the sunlight that was beaming on you soon turns to shadows as Katsuki approaches. You smile up at him “hey Dynamite and RedRiot! You two enjoy the show?” you say wiping away sweat from your forehead. “Yeah we did! Whats your name? We might want some entertainment at the agency for an office party!” Kirishima smiles his signature toothy grin. “Y/n L/n but please just call me Y/n” you stand up taking your bag and bottle “i don’t usually do show for money but if you need some lessons id be no charge for our Pro’s” you nod to the Crowd cheering on a new dance “this is all for fun, I run a dance studio over on the main drag through town” Katsuki steps in “you got a card or something so we can contact you some time, im sure the sidekicks would enjoy some dancing lessons” his voice different from what you had heard on TV and through articles, he was calmer but the shifting of weight from one leg to another let on he was nervous about something. “Oh well i dont have any business card but-” you pulled out a pen and grabbed Katsukis arm, scribbling down on his Bicep he watched as a pink flush spread across your cheeks “here is my personal number, feel free to text me at any time, im usually up at most hours” you smiled letting go of his arm. Katsuki looked down at the number before pulling out his phone to place it in his contacts. “Well im sure you two need to be back on patrol. Ill be looking for your messaged” You waved and turned to make your way towards the main drag. Kirishima waves you off as Katsuki is typing away on his phone “i think you may have scored man” Kirishima turns towards Katsuki as they continue on their patrol.

Later in the evening, you're shutting off the lights to your studio at 9:30 pm as the last of your dance groups leave when a ‘ping’ goes off from your phone giving it a glace

Unknown:

Hey. its katsuki

You responded with a simple hey, as the texts went on you two texted throughout the days, meet ups for coffee and walks in the park included. Little did you know that those days spend texting would lead to you one day making Lavender Honey bread at 1 am, while carrying the first son of katsuki Bakugou.

Tag list 🏷️: @meggsngrits

Masterlist📝

Should I do a date scenario with this? I think this little ‘Katsuki has an alternative styled wife’ series thing I’ve got going on is fun 🥰

#g.moonchaser🌙🗯️#moonchaser🌙#bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou fluff #kirishima x reader #alternative reader #katsuki x you

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mintymelty · 2 months

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YHS: A Serialization [] 6. Her Name is Rio

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rio - Duran Duran] ❞

⇗𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚢⇖-

💙: Kat “Kathy”

🌻: Evan

🐼: Olivia “Liv”

🖤: Kai

💝: Miyuki

🧨(?): James Ashton

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🐏: “YEAHHHHHHUUUUUUUHH!! CHUG THAT SH[REDACTED]!!”

🐼: “Oh my god, Jeb! It’s just a Depsi, stop screaming. You’re gonna give Evan a noise complaint.”

💙: (…Is it too late to go back-)

🚕💨💨

The taxi fired up its engine and flew out of Miller Avenue, as if even the driver wanted nothing to do with TC (Traum County).

🐼: “Hey girl! Didn’t know you’d make it.”

💙: “Hi, Liv. And yeah, it was a pain to get here.”

🐼: “Yeahhhh, tell me about it! Did you know the Redstone Link is down? James’ broski got stabbed by some gang kid on one of the busses.”

💙: “Ouch, is he OK?”

🐼: “I’m pretty sure. He’s still in the hospital, but the doctors said he’ll be out soon. Apparently, the guy almost got him in the neck!”

💙: “Double ouch. Did the “gang kid” get caught? And why’d he do it?”

🐼: “The fuzz had gang-dude for a while, but he escaped. Somehow.”

🐼: “And no-one knows for sure why he did it. I thought it was like a robbery gone wrong, but James’ broski still had his wallet.”

💙: “Huh… I hope he gets caught soon. Anyways can I have a drink? My throat’s pretty dry.”

🐼: “Yeah, there’s some Depsi and Spite in the cooler. No more water, though.”

💙: “Thanks. I hope your, uh, “broski” gets better.”

🐼: “No problem, Kathy! I’ll wait for James to finish prepping his keytar. The Exiled Angels are gonna be covering some new songs that use it!”

◁◁ ► ▷▷

So James’ friend was the stabbing victim… and James is a part of… um, Evan’s band. I should try and ask them for more info.

But in the meantime, I need to quench my thirst. Ever since sophomore year, I haven’t talked as much as I used to, and now my mouth hurts all the time. But I guess it’s a good thing, because at least I have friends again.

*sip*

…doesn’t even taste that good.

◁◁ ▐ ▌ ▷▷

💖: “Kai?”

🖤: “Uh.. yeah?”

💝: “Do you want to leave? You seem really nervous…”

🖤: “It’s okay.. I can’t keep running away-“

💙: “Running away from what?”

💝🖤: “EEEK!”

💙: “AHHH! Uh- Sorry! Did I interrupt something?”

💝: “Kai?”

🖤: “N-no, It’s okay. You scared him off.”

I looked over to where Kai was pointing. Surely enough, Austin was gone. Good riddance.

💝: “Hihi! Sorry about that, my name’s Miyuki, and this is…”

🖤: “Kai.”

💙: “Nice to (properly) meet you two! My name’s Kat, and I can juggle red solo cups!”

💝: “Cool! But why did you specify cups?”

💙: “Because, uh, if I try juggling anything else God will literally strike me down with lightning.”

🖤: “..really?”

💙: “Yeah! Wanna see??”

🖤: “Umm-“

💝: “Kai, Kat won’t actually get hit with lightning!”

🖤: “…really..”

💙: “No- I mean yeah I can like basically summon lightning! Let me-“

🌻: “Hey!”

💙: “ACK- Goshdangit I keep getting sneak-attacted! Hi… Evan, right?”

🌻: “Yeah! I wasn’t able to give you my name before…my bad.”

💙: “It’s O.K.! I’m Kat, the pink one is Miyuki and the navy one is Kai.”

💝: “That’s me!”

🖤: *👋🏾*

🌻: “Nice of you three to make it! Wait, if you remember people by color, then what color am I?”

💙: “Hmm…. is it ok if I say white?”

🌻: “WOW.. my name’s that suburban?? Uncool..”

💙: “SorryI’mjustjoking!! There’s nothing wrong with-“

🌻: “Having a name as white as picket fences? Yeaaahhhh…”

💙: “Yeahhh… NO I mean I don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Is it ok to joke about-“

🌻: “Yeah, no, I don’t mind. It kinda comes with the territory of being one of the few fully white kids at Yamada. Don’t worry about hurting my feels, my five year old neighbor is more ruthless than you.”

💙: “Ok! I’m glad we cleared this… HEY! I can out-roast that kid any day of the week!”

🌻: “Are you suree??”

💙: “Yes! I’m sureee, I’m just too nice to unleash my creatively cruel insults. Be grateful for my mercy.”

💝: “Aww…”

🌻: “Oh, my fault dude! Do you-“

💝: “There’s nothing wrong, it’s just that you two are so cute together!”

🌻: “Wait… cute as in kittens?”

💙: “She means cute as in romantic.”

🌻: “OH. I- uh..”

💙: “Wait, do you have a girlfriend?”

🌻: “Well-no it’s just that I don’t really-“

💝: “Wanna make it official yet. I get it! You wanna take it slow..”

💙: “Make sure that we don’t do anything stupid…”

💝: “Because the best relationships are the ones that have time to grow!”

🌻: “I mean.. I guess-“

🧨: “AYE! KENNEDY! GET OVER HERE BEFORE I TREAT YOU LIKE ONE.”

💙: “…What?”

🌻: “It’s a pun on my middle name. Anyways-“

Evan whipped his head around to face the voice coming from the garage.

🌻: “COMING, ASHTON.”

💙: “ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ʷᶦᵗʰ?”

🌻: “sᴜʀᴇ BUT CAN I BRING MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PERSON WITH?”

🧨: “F[REDACTED]ING WHO?”

🌻: “KAT.”

🧨: “…AS IN THE ANIMAL?”

🌻: “NO AS IN THE PERSON I JUST MET.”

🧨: “K WHATEVER JUST HURRY YOUR ASS WE’RE PERFORMING SOON.”

🌻: “K. Anyways! You’ll get to see how we set up our concerts!”

💙: “Cool! But what instrument do you play, anyways?”

🌻: “It’s kinda, like a secret.. you’ll know soon.”

💙: “Aight. Bye Miyuki and Kai!”

💝: “Good luck!”

🖤: “Don’t juggle anything. Please.”

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#itsfunneh yandere high school #itsfunneh yhs: a serialization #yhs #mcyt #pixel art #if evan’s character is off pls let me know!#also if the jabs about evan’s snow whitness were not it please let me know!#yandere high school #yandere #itsfunneh fanart

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golbrocklovely · 3 months

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k went live with her friend and her friend said “k is a professional singer guys!” and k said “no i’m not haha” and then her friend replied “but yk who is” and they started giggling

okay, i'm not trying to be rude bc if they were making fun of kat, that's not nice and is really childish.

but.... that's it? i expected a lot worse, hell, even a name drop to really hone it in that they were talking about kat. but like, they didn't even say her name. and they genuinely could be talking about anyone that professionally sings. it could even be a weird inside joke with them that's not about anyone.

with the amount of tweets and uproar i've seen, i figured they called her a bitch or something super harsh.

also, need we forget, k is/was friends with ms singer, who literally has a song coming out soon. they could have been shit talking her for all we know.

i'm just gonna say something, a little food for thought, and if it doesn't apply don't listen (and this is also not directed at either of you two anons since idk what your opinion is): i think some of you genuinely dislike the girls so much you kinda want them to be bad, so you guys jumped the gun on this and thought "see! this proves i'm right. she IS terrible!" when in reality they didn't direct this comment at kat, they might not have been even referring to her, and even if they were - it's not even that mean of a comment. it's a dumb, childish, and silly fucking thing to joke about. but mean? barely.

but hey, maybe my meter is off on this one. my brain doesn't register shit like that as actually hateful. but if yours does, we can agree to disagree. if kat was genuinely hurt by what k said, then shame on k for doing that. but maybe some of you are taking this a bit too far since you already don't like k (mostly bc you're actually pissed at sam but won't direct that anger towards him... so you blame the new gf).

#ask #personal #sg ll

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portaltothevoid · 1 year

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter Nine - Detroit Rock City

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: Hellfire meets for the final time. Eddie and Kat take Chrissy back to his trailer…

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of doing drugs

Word count: 3.7k

Chapter song: Detroit Rock City by Kiss

Tag list: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @michele131 @riffcrusader @prettyboyeddiemunson @idiot-parade

A/N: double post today! in my opinion, this chapter is far better than the previous one, so please enjoy and know that 10 will be on it’s way soon...

After their meeting with Chrissy, Eddie and Kat made a pit stop at his van to gather the rest of the things he needed for his final campaign. From there, they made their way over to the drama room where Hellfire was held. While Eddie was setting up his spot at the head of the table along with the story map and figurines, Kat went for a vending machine run, grabbing sodas and a few snacks for everyone.

“Are you ready for tonight’s quest, Kat the Magnificent?” Eddie asked her over his steepled hands.

“You bet your ass I am. Dustin got me up to level nine so I am a sorceress now,” she answered with a confident nodd.

Eddie smiled at her. “What a nerd.”

Before Kat could even retort, Gareth and Jeff bursted through the door. A round of greetings occurred before they questioned Kat about her level and her character. All of which she answered with ease as she had everything about that down, as for playing the actual game, she had her notes from Dustin handy.

Eddie had taken his place at the head of the table in his grandiose chair he dubbed his throne. Gareth and Jeff were on Eddie’s right side and Kat stood on his left when the door flew open. In sauntered Mike and Dustin.

“Wheeler. Henderson. You have better not be alone,” warned Eddie as Mike and Dustin sauntered in.

“Would we ever let you down, Eddie?” Mike asked. A young girl wearing an American flag as a cape paraded in behind the two boys.

Eddie’s hands were propped on the table, one over the other. He stared intently at the new addition to Hellfire, scrutinizing the girl in brightly colored and loud patterned clothes. After a moment’s pause, “Absolutely not,” he said.

“You asked for a sub. We delivered,” Dustin said with his hands out.

“This is Hellfire Club. Not babysitting club.” He leaned forward with a sarcastic smile on his face.

“I’m 11, you long-haired freak,” the girl fired back. Kat bit her lip to hide her smirk.

“My, my, the child speaks.” Eddie smiled up to Kat, who let out a chuckle even though it was at the girl’s attitude not at Eddie’s observation. He got up from his seat and asked, “So, what’s your name, child?”

“Erica Sinclair.”

Eddie chuckled. “So this is Sinclair’s infamous sister.”

Erica rolled her eyes and looked back at Dustin and Mike. “He’s sharp,” she said flatly, clearly being sarcastic.

Kat let out a laugh. She liked this girl already. Gareth and Jeff looked at each other and also laughed. Eddie gave everyone a piercing look that instantly brought their faces back to neutral. Even though as soon as Eddie’s head was turned again, Kat kept a smirk on her face.

“What’s your class and level? Level one dwarf?” Eddie taunted. Gareth and Jeff erupted into laughter again.

“My name is Lady Applejack. I’m a chaotic good half-elf rogue, level 14. And I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri,” Erica snapped back. “And I’ll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So, we gonna do this, or we gonna keep chit-chatting like this is your mommy’s book club?” she demanded.

Everyone’s eyebrows shot up as she spoke. They all watched in anticipation, unable to predict how Eddie would respond. Mike winced as he waited. With the exception of Kat, who couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she nodded in approval at how much fire and sass Erica had. She knew Eddie felt the same.

He stared at her for a moment before his face broke into a smile. He held out his hand to Erica and simply responded with, “Welcome to Hellfire.” Skeptically, Erica accepted and shook his hand. “Alright. Everyone, get in your seats. We’re starting this shit,” he said as he twirled his finger in the air to round everyone up.

When Mike and Dustin were beside him, he slapped them both on the back. “Good work, gentlemen. I had faith you two could get your bo-peeps on. Hellfire just might stand the test of time after all.” Mike jumped, startled by the aggressive affection.

“Thank you, thank you,” Dustin said with a triumphant smile.

Kat took her place at the table, still to the left of Eddie’s seat. He leaned in behind her, over her shoulder. “Oh and Kat?” he began, “Don’t try to control the outcome. Let the dice fall where they may.”

Kat shot her gaze towards Eddie. “Now what would be the fun in that?” She rolled her eyes at him. “I can’t believe you’d even thought to say that to me,” she glared at him.

He held his hands up in surrender. “Just wanted to make the rules clear.” He then went on to put the finishing touches around the room as everyone settled in. Erica sat right beside her and began setting up, but not before her, Dustin, and Mike exchanged questioning glances with each other, having overheard Eddie.

“Is she like…?” Mike mouthed to his friends.

Dustin quickly shook his head. “No. No. She can’t be. There’s no way…” He started out sure of his statement, but by the end, his face was filled with skepticism. Erica just questioningly raised her eyebrows, until she heard Kat address her.

“Erica, I’m Kat. Pleasure to meet you,” she said, holding out her hand.

“Mhm. Class and level?” she asked, shaking her hand.

“Chaotic neutral elf sorceress, level 9.”

“Pfft. And he gave me shit thinking I was a low level,” Erica said as she shook her head.

Kat leaned over to Erica, whispering, “Eddie was just testing you. Trust me, he thinks he’s rough around the edges, but he’s the closest thing to a human teddy bear I’ve ever met. You were in the moment you gave him sass, which by the way, I adored every second of.”

Erica couldn’t help but give Kat a small smile. “Thanks,” she quietly chuckled.

“Everyone ready?” Eddie asked the group.

A chorus of ayes sounded throughout the room. He dimmed the lights and slowly took his place once again at the head of the table. The candles that were lit flickered, casting an eerie glow. Behind his dungeon master screen, he looked over the group one last time before he got right into character.

“We last left off hearing voices in the far distance. As you all approached, it was coming from hooded figures… They are in the middle of worship, sending praise to the one with the utmost power.” He paused as everyone was listening intently, on the edge of their seat to find out what exactly this campaign’s epic finale entailed. “The hooded cultists chant ‘Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna,’” he continued. “They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize. His skin is shriveled, dessicated. There’s something else. He is not only missing his left arm,” Eddie began to rise from his chair, placing his left arm behind his back, “but his left eye!” he emphasized as he used his right hand to also cover his own left eye.

Everyone’s reaction to the final boss reveal was priceless, all were clamoring.

“What!” Kat and Erica exclaimed.

“No! No! Shit!” Mike grimaced, rubbing his face.

Dustin threw his pencil down.

“Vecna’s dead!” shouted Jeff.

“He was killed by Kas,” interjected Mike.

“So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought. But Vecna… lives!” Eddie stated as he slammed Vecna’s figure in the center of the map. He then slyly asked, “Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?” As the group took a brief pause to make their decision, Eddie encouraged them with a “Come on...”

“I say we fight,” Dustin said. “To the death.”

“To the death!” Erica agreed.

Everyone else followed by chanting and rhythmically slamming their hands on the table, “To the death! To the death! To the death!”

Eddie couldn’t have had a bigger smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair. “Well, alright then. Let’s play,” he said as his smile turned devilish.

The dice rolled across the board. When they landed in the group’s favor, they all clapped and cheered. But soon, they began to drop one… by… one.

First Mike was out. In protest he slammed his hands on the table as he shouted “No! No!” Next Jeff was down. Somehow Kat was still hanging on, having just enough power with her spells. At times she did need guidance, but everyone was gracious as they helped her out. Even Erica lent her words of encouragement after being briefed about how Kat even got a spot in the club.

When their rolls were high enough to cast some damage to Vecna, they cheered, but that was quickly short-lived as the next set of dice did not turn out in their favor. Her luck had finally run out.

“Come on!” Dustin yelled, throwing his hands up.

Eddie stood up “Have you had enough?” he challenged.

Dustin also got up to menacingly point at him. This campaign was sadistic, indeed.

Eddie cackled wickedly just before he knocked over Gareth’s figurine, signaling he was also out.

“Time out! Time out!” Gareth cried out as he tapped his hands together in a T shape. Eddie waved the group on as they got up and formed a huddle.

“Guys, I hate to say this, but we have got to flee,” Gareth said regretfully.

“I concur,” Jeff agreed.

“Didn’t we all just agree ‘to the death’?” Erica asked.

“That wasn’t literal!” Gareth spoke through gritted teeth.

“I thought you guys were ready to fight this asshole!” Kat added.

“Vecna just decimated us. We can’t kill him with just two players!” Jeff countered.

“You too?” Dustin asked, appalled. “He has 15 hit points left. Don’t be pussies.”

“Pussies? Really? Because we’re not delusional?” Gareth spat.

“Delusional? How about not cowards?” Erica shot back.

“Hey!” Eddie yelled from across the room. “If I may interject, ladies and gentlemen. Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘kay?”

Dustin squinted his eyes at the dungeon master and held up a finger. “One sec.” The group returned to their huddle.

“What do you think, Mike?” Dustin asked him.

“How many hit points do you and Applejack have left?”

“Twelve,” Dustin and Erica said in unison.

“It’s risky as hell,” Mike noted. Dustin nodded in agreement. “But you’re the ones on the battlefield,” Mike continued. “So it’s your call.”

“What do you say, Lady Applejack?” Dustin asked.

“You really gotta ask?” she replied.

Briefly, Dustin pondered his choices. Then he quickly shook his head. “Screw it.” The huddle broke and he turned to face Eddie. “Let’s kill the son of a bitch.”

“The chances of success are 20-to-1,” said Jeff wearily.

Again, Dustin held up one finger. “Never tell me the odds. Give me the d20.”

With an impish smile, Eddie tossed him the die, which Dustin caught effortlessly. He took a deep breath before cupping it in his hands to give it a shake. It was now or never. He let it roll onto the playing board. The anticipation made time feel almost painful. They watched as it bounced and slowly… rolled… to… reveal… the… number…

Eleven.

“That’s… a… MISS!” Eddie yelled, shaking his head.

No’s rang out behind Dustin as he cried, “Shit! Shit!” He hit an empty can of Mountain Dew, sending it flying.

As Erica retrieved the d20, Eddie gave Kat a stern look, which Dustin saw. Kat stepped back and held her hands up, pushing them away from her in surrender. Dustin went to furrowed his brows, but was quickly distracted as Erica had the die in her hands. She clasped it. She shook it not once, not twice, not even thrice.

“Come on!” Dustin yelled.

“Please! Please!” cried Gareth.

“I can’t even watch,” Kat said, covering her eyes, but moved her index finger over so she could peak.

She shook it eleven times in her hands before letting it go. Everyone watched as it rolled, eyes giant with apprehension, mouths agape.

“Please!” Gareth repeatedly begged.

“Come on!” Dustin yelled again.

Until… finally… it stopped.

Eddie leaned forward while the group watched on with baited breath as they also peered at the die.

Somehow, some way, it had landed on twenty.

“Crit hit!” Erica cheered.

“Yeah!” Everyone shouted, clapped, and jumped up and down. The odds were stacked against them, but the odds were never zero.

“What!? What?!” Eddie exclaimed as he brought his hands to his chest and turned left and right, also in shock that they were able to pull it off. He clapped his hands once and leaned forward with the biggest smile on his face. “That’s why we play! That’s why we play!”

Erica turned to him victoriously with her hands on her hips. Eddie put his hands out to her and bowed. The group had beat his campaign, sure, but it was all thanks to her.

Slowly, the initial celebration, the hooping and hollering, died down as everyone gathered their things to head home. The high from the win was going strong. As everyone but Kat and Eddie headed out, their boisterousness could be heard from down the hall. Eddie’s smile never left his face.

“That was seriously the most fun I have had in so, so long,” Kat commented.

“I told you, it’s a fun fucking game.”

“Okay, okay, fine! You were right! I’m so glad, though, that this was the game I played.”

“You know what this means right?”

“What?”

Eddie zipped up his bag, having finished putting away the last of his things. He walked right up to Kat, leaned into her, and spoke into her ear. “You are officially a nerd.” She smiled as she rolled her eyes and teasingly pushed his chest.

Her smile was all of a sudden wiped from her face as a piercing pain shot through her head. Wincing, she immediately dropped to her knees, followed by Eddie with his arms outstretched to grab ahold of her. When the pain lessened, she looked up at him, eyes alight with worry.

“I know, I know. Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said soothingly.

“No, Eddie. This was different. I saw… I’m not sure what I saw. But it was like this red glowing… portal? I– We have to get to Chrissy.” Kat bottled upright and hurried to the van with Eddie right beside her.

“Did you see something’s gonna happen to her?”

“No, but… I wish I could explain. All I know is something doesn’t feel right.” Kat sighed, frustrated with having an exponential amount of questions than answers to anything.

When they arrived at the van, everyone had mostly cleared out with the championship game having ended around the same time that Hellfire did. Eddie had picked Kat up this morning, so she hopped into the van.

“Can you start the van, please?” Kat asked.

Eddie nodded. He knew she needed the radio on, so he turned it up. She breathed out a sigh of relief as Motörhead filled the van’s interior. He glanced in the side view mirror and saw Chrissy poking her head out to check if the coast was clear. She then quickly trotted across the parking lot. “I see her,” he whispered. Kat slid herself over til her side was flush with his, but that last for a brief second as Eddie got out to open the door for Chrissy.

“Your chariot of rust awaits,” he said with a bow. Chrissy giggled.

“Always one for theatrics,” Kat said with a smile.

Once Eddie was back in the driver’s seat, Kat moved herself right against him. She shut her eyes tightly as her stomach felt like it was doing flips now that Chrissy was next to her. To distract herself, she focused on Eddie’s words and the hum of guitars in the background. Slowly, her nausea subsided.

“So, how was the cheer thing?” Eddie asked.

“It was great! We won!”

“All thanks to you, I’m sure,” Eddie said, flashing her a galant smile.

“No, actually it was Lucas… um… Sinclair that scored the winning point.”

“Huh, I’ll be damned. At least missing Hellfire was worth it for him,” Eddie said, slightly gritting his teeth and pouting as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

Chrissy looked concerned at Eddie’s sudden change in mood.

“Lucas missed the final Hellfire meeting for the championship game, so Eddie’s a little bitter about it. Don’t mind him.” Kat informed Chrissy as she leaned into her as he took a corner fast. “Also, don’t mind his driving,” she laughed.

“My driving is just fine!” he defended with a laugh.

“Yeah for a maniac!” Kat shot back.

“You’ve never complained before.”

“Because I’m from LA, I’m used to this. Poor Chrissy probably has her life flashing before her eyes.”

“I’m fine, really. As long as we don’t crash,” Chrissy giggled nervously as the music quieted while the song changed.

Within the first couple of notes of “Iron Fist” by Motörhead, Eddie and Kat both reached to turn it up. Kat conceded first, laughing to herself as Eddie turned up the volume. They were close to his home anyway. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat, while Kat was head banging. “Black night, nothing to see. Invisible hand in front of me. Scared to death someone’s near. Scared to move, but you can’t stay here,” they both sang along, giving Chrissy a mini performance. She just watched, clearly amused by both of them and also moving her head to the fast beat.

After the first chorus, Kat reached to turn it down a few notches. “You’ll be my new best friend if you know who that song is by,” Kat said to Chrissy.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea.”

“Oh, Chrissy, we have so much to teach you,” Eddie said.

“Hang on now, we can’t force her to be a full fledged freak. Do you like the song?”

“Um, yeah, actually. It’s loud and angry? And I get angry a lot, but I always have to hide it.”

Kat put her hand over her heart and sighed. “She gets it. You get it! Yes! So this is ‘Iron Fist’ by an English band named Motörhead.”

“Oh! Is that what the patch on your chest is for, Eddie?”

He glanced over at her with a twinkle of pride in his eye. “That is exactly what that patch is.”

“Alright, I’m turning this shit back up! Now, one way to enjoy metal or rock ‘n’ roll music is to headbang. Just follow my lead!” Eddie shook his head back and forth so he was still able to see the road, while Kat went all out.

“Okay, I really should see you guys at The Hideout!” Chrissy said as she just let herself go after watching Kat for a handful of seconds. Her smile was plastered on her face as she laughed and just had more fun than she had in months.

Soon enough, Eddie slammed the van into park outside of his trailer. He cut the engine and blaring music ceased. He stepped out of the van, Kat followed behind him, and Chrissy gently hopped out.

“This is, uh, my castle,” he said as he slammed his door shut. With a few long strides, he got to the door and opened it, ushering Chrissy in first with Kat right behind her.

“Sorry for the mess,” Eddie smiled apologetically to Chrissy as he picked up trash he had neglected to throw away. “Uh, maid took the week off.”

“Jesus, Eddie. I’ve only been at my aunts for two nights!” Kat scolded as she went into the kitchen to clean it up and rummage for some snacks.

Chrissy was too distracted by the Munson’s collection of mugs and hats to notice. “You, um… You live here alone?”

“With my uncle. But, uh, he works nights at the plant. Bringing home the big bucks,” he said as he was searching in various places for the reason they had invited her over.

“How long does it take?” Chrissy asked quickly, her nerves clearly getting the best of her.

“Sorry?”

“The Special K. How long to kick in?”

“Oh, uh, well, it depends if you snort it or not,” he said, still searching through a drawer. “Uh, if you do, then, uh, yeah. It’ll kick in pretty quick. Oh, shit,” he muttered.

“You forgot where you hid it, didn’t you?” Kat asked absentmindedly.

“You sure you have it?” Chrissy asked.

“No, no, I got it. Um, somewhere.”

“Check your room. It was left over from last week’s party drop,” Kat suggested.

“Uh… right…” he said as he turned and trotted down the hall to his room. The girls heard him strum his guitar as he greeted it.

Kat shook her head. “If there’s anything he loves more than me, it’s that guitar of his, I swear.” She glanced over at Chrissy who was standing in the middle of the living room, nervously lacing her fingers together. The poor girl couldn’t stay still as she also kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Hey, he’ll find it. Just takes him a while to retrace his steps.”

Chrissy nodded. “Does it… does it hurt to snort it?”

“It’s weird at first. I won’t lie, it’s a little uncomfortable, but you get used to it. It really does kick in faster that way, so you forget about it quick.” Kat gave her a reassuring smile, which Chrissy could barely return. She spun around and opened the fridge. “You want anything to drink? There’s, uh… Well, there’s not much. Looks like there’s milk. Gross. Some questionable orange juice… But of course there’s plenty of beer!”

Before Chrissy could even answer, she heard the clock that had been haunting her chime. Kat instantly stopped looking in the fridge, closed it, and froze. “Do you hear it too?” she asked Kat.

“Yeah… I do…” Kat said as she reached for the back of her neck to feel the goosebumps that caused her hair to stand on end.

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phanfictioncatalogue · 9 months

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Secret Relationship (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

2021 (ao3) - ALeeHolmes

Summary: Dan and Phil are on stage about to tell everyone about their secret relationship when...

all that kindred eyes can see (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Teachers Dan and Phil figure that they could quite easily keep their relationship secret while working at the same school. It's only for half a year after all. But the keen eyes of a trio of friends soon start to pick up on little hints and clues. It's a good thing the students mostly just want to admire their love and figure themselves out along the way.

anti-social (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: “I literally can’t fathom wanting to be down there right now,” Dan says as he leans over the balcony to watch the pool party happening far below.

Dan Howell (ao3) - AlexLester98

Summary: Dan is 17 and pansexual. He has a secret boyfriend named Phil and a lesbian best friend named Kat. Everything seems perfect until prom night when both are hospitalised, after that everything goes to shit.

Grey Areas And Expectations (ao3) - celestialfics (orphan_account), danthrusts

Summary: When Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester both start their first years of teaching in America at the same time, the students notice their mutual British accents and immediately get to work snooping, observing, and theorizing. The curiosity of the students added to the constant “threat” of fellow teacher Ms. Christensen equals nothing short of a chaotic school year full of memes, plants, and maybe a little bit of needed privacy in the teachers’ lounge closet.

Happy Accident - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is doing a live show and when he accidentally doesn’t end it, he ends up showing something that the viewers weren’t supposed to see.

I can't hide it anymore (ao3) - Justahumbletrashcan

Summary: Dan doesn't want to keep his relationship with Phil secret any longer.

Just one more thing (ao3) - HanBan

Summary: Dan and Phil have been dating for a year, but Dan is afraid to tell his parents. Of course, Phil is the understanding fluff we know, but things get awkward when Dan's parents invide them over for dinner....

Libertas Volandi (ao3) - Im_Innocent_I_Swear

Summary: Phil Lester hates his boarding school. He hates how he has no friends or how he always gets bullied. He hates getting laughed at by everyone, or getting called names. And he absolutely hates his new roommate. Dan Howell. It must've been some lousy trick from fate as the two absolutely despise each other. But now they have to share a room, they realise they actually have a lot in common! Phil now knows it was the best trick fate pulled on him yet as this Dan Howell guy, is not an asshole after all. He's not that mean, he's not a bully, he's not horrible. But he's also not human. The two boys fall in love, and Dan knows that he's not allowed to fall for a human. But how bad can it be? It's just a little fun. No one will die from a little fun like this... Right?

Make me (ao3) - Zhuletta

Summary: Phil Lester should know that if your enemy says ‘Shut up!’ you shouldn’t answer ‘Make me’. Pastel!Dan Punk!Phil High school AU

Music is my heart and soul (ao3) - Edgy_Trashbag

Summary: Okay I'm doing the song Fic thing where you put your music on shuffle and write oneshots based on the song. The first chapter is just the list and the chapters onward of that will be the one shots

Of Timeturners And Nifflers (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Inspired by @laurainlilac’s Hogwarts Professor Au tweets/art.

only for a season (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: Dan takes a breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, cell phone clutched in his hand. They’ve only done this a handful of times, but when they’ve been thousands of miles apart, not a few feet, not when they’re actively trying to hide their relationship from an entire tour of people for two months. He shifts in bed, awake now but dream lingering behind, like if he concentrates hard enough he can still feel Phil’s hands on him.

He’s started it now, so at this point there’s really no turning back.

The Admiral's Birdcage (ao3) - QuietBubbles

Summary: Daniel, an orphaned ward, has never set foot outside the Great House at the top of the High Street. His guardian, the powerful Admiral Malock, grows ever more obsessed with him, and hatches a terrible plan to keep him by his side forever. With Daniel approaching his twenty-first birthday and longing to see the world, Malock will go to any lengths to keep him prisoner. But when Philip, a young clerk, discovers Daniel trapped in his birdcage, a secret friendship leads quickly to love. Though there is danger at every turn, Philip knows he has to set Daniel free… Alternative Victorian England. Old-fashioned romance, fluff, obsession, danger, and smut. Also a cute kitty! Enjoy!

Waking Up Naked (ao3) - phandoe

Summary: Dan wakes up next to Phil.

What He Wants (ao3) - bestelitecouple

Summary: Dan Howell always gets what he wants.

From the car he was given on his sixteenth birthday, to the job as president of the Drama Society in Year Ten, Dan has everyone wrapped around his finger. He likes to do things a very specific way, his way, and he’ll do anything to keep it that way. Even if it means fucking Phil Lester until his ass falls off in order to keep the auditorium for the Drama Society. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. (Or in which Dan and Phil are both presidents of different honors societies that have to share the school’s auditorium and work together for the production of the spring musical. Dan, being a brat, comes up with a dumb plan to get it back, which works fine, until his feelings come into the mix.)

Youth (ao3) - MaeTaurus

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Japan spur of the moment.

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the-cranck-hobbit · 2 years

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Great Balls of Fire || Song of a Nightingale Pt.6

Author's note : English is not my mother tongue, I am french but I wanted to try to write in English so here we are ! (Don't hesitate to tell me about the errors…)

Pairing : Mitchell! OC x Rooster, mention of Kazansky! OC x Hangman, mention of OC × Iceman

Summary : Two years after the uranium mission, Maverick enjoys his new life. Working on his plane, drinking beer at the Hard Deck, building a limpy little family with Penny and her daughter, Rooster, his WSO's son and Blizzard, his wingman's and old friend's daughter.

Everything change the day he got a call which announces the existence of a 26 years daughter.

Discover the story of Ally and Bradley, find out if Kathleen will deal with her father's legacy, and meet Beck, the first woman graduate of Top Gun.

Warning : VERY BAD WRITING, age gap, mention of death, mention of diseases, mention of parents death, mention of s*x but nothing descriptive

It was the first time that Penny and Maverick spent a moment with just the two of them since Ally had arrived. Maverick took Penny in his plane. After flying, they walked on the beach and stopped on the terrace of a bar.

When they came back just before Penny’s shift, they heard someone playing guitar upstairs. They glanced at each other, curious and carefully climbed the stairs. And then, they heard the voice. It was a clear and crystalline voice.

Ally’s bedroom door was open. Penny and Pete both watch inside. Amelia and Ally were both sitting cross-legged in the bed. Ally was the one playing guitar and singing. Amelia swayed to the beat of the song.

As soon as the song was over, Amelia, Penny and Maverick applauded. Ally was surprised to see Penny and Mav, she didn’t see them arrive. She blushed.

“Ally !” said Penny. “You’ve got a beautiful voice ! You should come singing in the Hard Deck. We are organizing an open stage next week.”

Ally’s eyes wide. “To sing in public ? I… I… I never did that before ! I don’t know if people would like it !”

“They are gonna to love you, sweetheart.” said Maverick. “You’ve got a really beautiful voice.” They finally let Ally think about this.

They already had a date in the Hard Deck for the night. Hangman and Rooster just came back from their mission.Everybody planes to meet in the bar. Maverick and Ally joined them.

When they arrived, the sound of the piano was already resounding. It was an old rock piece : “Great Balls of Fire”. Pete gently put his hand on Ally's back to guide her through the crowd.

They came closer to the part of the bar where people were singing and dancing. A circle of people was creating an improvised dance floor.

In the center of the circle, a couple was dancing. Ally immediately recognized the woman, it was Kat. So she guessed that the tall Ken-doll with whom her friend was dancing should be Jake aka “Hangman”.

They danced very well. Jake made Kat turn as if she was a gracious doll. They were moving in the same rhythm, as one person, as if they were connected by their mind. No need to talk, just look each other in the eyes.

Ally didn’t know Kat for a long but she could swear that her smile was brighter than ever.

Jake made her turn over his shoulder. Everybody cheers. When the piano solo was over and everybody sang again, Jake and Kat sang at each other.

Kiss me, baby

And they kissed each other. But Ally was quickly distracted by the voice of the man at the piano. The voice gave her goosebumps.

Even sitting, the man looked tall and his shoulders were broad. He wears an old-fashioned Hawaiian shirt and moves on his seat in the rhythm of the song.

At the end of the song, everybody cheers and the man stands up and turns around. Ally skipped a heartbeat. He was as tall as she guessed and his torso was as broad as his shoulders let it guess.

To be honest, the “mustache” guys were not Ally’s kind. But there was something in his chocolate eyes, in the scars in his cheeks, in his shining smile that made her heart beat faster.

He gave off something solar which acts like a magnet as can be seen from the behaviour of the clients to come and greet him.

The time Ally and Mav crossed the bar, everybody was dispersed again and only Bob, Phoenix and Blizzard were left next to “Ken Doll” and “Piano Man”.

As soon as she saw her, Kat, now used to Ally’s show of affection, took her in a hug. “Ally, let me introduce you to the asshole I call my boyfriend : Jake Seresin aka Hangman.” Phoenix added with a wink “or Bagman for friends.”

Jake gained a dramatic sigh “It’s so good to be home again !” He gets his smile back (which looked more like a smirk) and gives a hand to the young woman. Ally, true to herself, put him in a hug. It looks like she doesn’t know how to say hello otherwise.

Maverick drew his attention by putting a hand on her shoulder. He points to the brown man. “Here is Rooster. You heard about him as Bradley Bradshaw.”

There he was, the Bradley she heard about so much. The impression of already knowing him by hearing her father talk about him made all the strange feelings she felt just before and she immediately jump in his arms.

Firstly surprised, he finally laughed and put her in his signature bear hug, telling her : “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ally. Couldn’t wait to meet you.”

They all talked all night, not paying attention to the strange feelings that both of them could feel under their skin.

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San Diego, 1986

Storm, Maverick and Goose ended up in a dinner with Charlie, Carole and Bradley. As soon as they finished eating, Goose took Bradley in his arms and put him on the top of the piano.

They started singing and Storm joined them while Carole, Charlie and Maverick stayed at the table to talk. Storm sang looking at the little boy, squeezing his plumpy legs. Bradley laughs and sings with them.

Finally, Mavrick joined them and the three friends sang “Great Balls of Fire”. Carole calls out Goose (“big stud !) across the room and came to sit in his laps, Charlie joined them too. And they all sang at the top of their lungs.

These moments were a true blessing for Storm. She lost her parents when she was a child and she grew up in a host family. She met Maverick at the academy. Similar story, similar behaviour. Goose used to say “they are twins who were separated at birth. They just don’t know it.”

When Goose became Maverick’s WSO, and when the troubled twins met Goose and Carole, Storm finally got the feeling of being part of a family. A little climpsy family. But her little climpsy family.

After lunch, Maverick fled away with Charlie. Goose wanted to spend time with his wife and son, after a long time apart but he got more scruples than his pilot to leave his friend alone.

“Are you sure it’s fine for you ? We can stay with you !” He told her when they left the diner, Bradley was in his arms.

“It’s fine, Mother Goose. Really. I can spend some time on my own. And you should enjoy this day with your family.” Goose objected : “but you are part of my family too !”

Becca rolled her eyes, trying to hide her heavy heart. “I’m fine, Goose. Promise.”

Becca was walking in the promenade along the beach when she saw a familiar blond haired pilot. He was alone, sat on a bench, reading a book.

“Wow, I didn’t know that cocky pilot could read !” she teased him. Iceman raised his head and looked at her.

“You could be surprised by all the things I can do, Storm.”

She smiled at him. “You are alone ? No one came to visit you ? No proud mama, no hidden fiancée ?”

Ice exhales with a laugh. It was not a mocking or sarcastic laugh. It was a quiet and genuine one. “Nop. No one. My proud mama couldn’t come. And you ? Where is your partner in crime ?”

“With his girl. And Goose is with his family so I thought about spending the rest of the day swimming.” She hesitated and bited her bottom lips.

“Would you… join me ?” It was weird to see Storm like that, talking with a shying voice. But Ice couldn’t focus on anything else than the lips she was biting.

Iceman accepted the invitation and without warning, Storm took his wrist and dragged him towards her favorite spot. In there, the rocks formed a kind of cliff from where Beck loved to jump in the water.

She took off her sundress to reveal her colorful bikini. Iceman firstly blinked, as if his brain just turned off. Then he realised what she was about to do.

“You want to jump ?!” His eyes were wide and he looked at her as if she was reckless. Well, she was a little reckless. She laughs at Ice’s face “let me guess…” she imitated the tone he took with Maverick : “... it’s dangerous.”

Iceman sould to be angry that she mocked him like that. He didn’t know why, it only made him smile. He took off his shirt to stay just with his swimsuit. He smirked when he saw Storm’s gaze sweeping his nake chest.

Before he could see her blush, Storm ran on the rocks and jumped in the water, Iceman following her.

When they emerged from the water Ice splashed Storm. She first screamed with surprise but her smile shined and she splashed him back. They played like kids.

Iceman never shows this part of him. Playfull, kind and genuine. And Storm loved the idea of being the only one who saw this aspect of Iceman. No, to be the only one who saw the real Tom.

When they came out of the water, Storm jumped on Ice’s back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ice secured her by putting his hand under her thigh, frowning.

“Are you serious, Storm ?” She leaned toward his ear and whispered “I’m very serious, Tom.”

Hearing her calling him by his name, his real name, just turned on the man.

They didn’t even remember the return trip.

As soon as they were back at her place, he tackled her against her bedroom’s wall and kissed her. His tongue slipped on her lips and when she opened her mouth, he took possession of her. His hands were everywhere in her body. Her fingers threaded in his hair, pulling him closer. They turn around and he makes her move back to the bed.

She knelt on it and wrapped the chain of his dog tags around her hand to pull him against her. Her eyes were burning and she raised her chin proudly. Tom couldn’t help but think that she looked like a fucing queen. She is gonna be the death of him.

Becca made them laid down in the bed and Tom’s lips moved to her neck. He kissed her through her breast, her stomach. He took his time getting down right where she wanted him. There was no Ice in his touch. Just a fire running along her skin. He is gonna be the death of her.

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jellyfishyishy · 1 year

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9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @mourninglorystory

three ships: I realize I don't have any ships I follow. like I'm boring and usually am happy with whatever's canon. right now, all that's coming to mind is zutara, shirbert, and like korrasami, but again, I don't really follow any of them lol

first ship: prob anidala.

last song: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain by Andrew Bird, Featuring Phoebe Bridgers. I JUST HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG. I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO TELL YOU.

last movie: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever! it was nice, but ah yes. the death of marvel is coming soon.

currently watching: The Last of Us! I need to start s3 of Mando, and I also am watching New Girl, Extraordinary Attorney Woo Young Woo, Glee (kill me omg), and a lot of other things. The Last of Us has consumed so many of my emotions as of late lol.

currently reading: rereading Pachinko by Minjin Lee, reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, reading Crying in H-Mart.

currently consuming: I just had some chicken noodle soup.

currently craving: a break. or I suppose, a kit kat.

no pressure, but some other people: @thegirlisuedtobe @mycatts @skull-kat @b0nejaw @smolivegarden hhshshdhdjdhdhd idk what to do

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pose4photoml · 1 year

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Getting to know you meme

I was tagged by the lovely @lena221bee ~ Thank you for the tag.. loved seeing your answers.

Favourite time of the year: I like two times equally ~ spring ~ because every thing is new and refreshing it’s warm and smells “clean “ and autumn ~ because it’s not too hot or cold outside, the leaves 🍁 change color it’s just beautiful to look at ..the best time for long walks.

Comfort foods: if upset or depressed well then of course there’s always chocolate (prefer Kit Kat) but at night watching a movie and relaxing my go to is popcorn 🍿. If we’re talking about when sick .. soup crackers and hot tea.

Do you collect anything: pop funko figures… in fact I may need to stop soon… running out of places to put them. Some say I might have a problem ~ lol

Favourite drinks: I have two ~ White Chocolate mocha with whip cream stirred in and of course hot coco

Favorite music artists: I don’t have a favorite ~ I listen to a lot of different stuff depending on my mood

Current favourite songs: Fuckin Perfect by Pink and America’s Sweetheart by Elle King

Favourite fics: too many to name !!

Favourite video games: I don’t play them anymore but I play card games on my phone and board games with my family

I tag ~ @absolutebl @heretherebedork @wanderlust-in-my-soul @iguessitsjustme @lutawolf

Plus anyone who wants to share but tag me please, so i can see your post!

#tag game #what’s your favorite??

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transgenderer · 2 years

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@kata4a tagged me

What was your:

Last beverage: coffee this morning, unless water counts. im gonna have some cranberry juice with lemon soon. so good Last phone call: i dont have phonecalls often! probably IT at my job. maybe a tinder dude like a week ago Last text message: tinder dude ive been talking with, he seems cool so far Last song you listened to: golden jackal song! what a great song. Last time you cried: like a week ago i cried right after work in the bathroom. not sure why

Have you ever:

Dated someone twice: my first boyfriend! we broke up and then briefly got back together a couple months later. god. that relationship was bad in such a boring way, i was just desperate but wasnt particularly into him Kissed someone and regretted it: not really? i mean. ive had bad kisses. but its never caused like Consequences Lost someone special: like, they died? nah. i alienated my long distance best friend when i was in like 9th grade and havent talked to her since. bummer Been depressed: lol Been drunk and threw up: ive never thrown up AFTER getting drunk but for some reason last year i vomited on the WAY to the wine garden. i think i overexerted myself or something?

List 3 favorite colors: hmm green, orangey-pink, like teal/turquoise

Last year, have you:

Made a new friend: hmm. sort of? ive gotten much closer with people i hadnt been close to before. idk if ive like properly befriended any totally new people? idk. its ambiguous Fallen out of love: i mean, sort of aidan? i was never really in love with him :/ Laughed until you cried: i think so? idk if i do this Found out who your true friends are: is this code for "been betrayed"? weird. i havent been betrayed Found out someone was talking about you: my friends talk abt me sometimes i love it :) i love it when people talk abt me. i love it when ppl on here mention talking about me irl. Anyone on your fb friends list? facebook more like fakebook

General:

How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life?: (facebook fakebook)

Firsts:

First surgery: when i was a baby i had my thumb stuck at a right angle! they had to like. cut a tendon First piercing: i dont have any piercings! First best friend: girl from preschool who lied all the time. so weird and bad First sport you joined: i did t ball when i was real little First vacation: my parents took me to hawaii when i was reallly little i think

Right now:

Eating: pbj for dinner :/ Drinking: just water I’m about to: post, I guess (i second kat)

Your future:

Want kids: hard no Get married: hopefully! Career: hopefully math PHD and then yknow. do something with that. probably not in academia

Which is better:

Lips or eyes: hmm, lips probably, i dont usually look at eyes lol. i feel like face is about the hole tho... Hugs or kisses: probably hugs? kisses are nice too but theres something so safe... Shorter or taller: taller :/ kind of a woman moment Older or younger: older, double woman moment. gender Romantic or spontaneous: this is a weird dichotomy. spontaneous i guess? Nice stomach or nice arms: arms! love arms Sensitive or loud: sensitive Hook-up or relationship: relationship! or at least, yknow. more than once Trouble maker or hesitant: troublemaker

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: depends if you count tinder boys i barely no Drank hard liquor: yeah Lost glasses/contacts: ha i dont need glasses. fucking poindexters Sex on first date: literally dozens of times Broke someone’s heart: yeah... :/ Arrested: nope! ive been like, accessory to a felony tho (cooking DMT) Turned someone down: loads Cried when someone died: i think my great grandma? Fallen for a friend: yeah...

Do you believe in:

Yourself: i guess? idk really know what this means Miracles: ofc not Love at first sight: i mean...idk, i feel like this is weirdly undefined as a concept. like, obviously you cant KNOW someone on first sight. you can know someone after a first meeting, mabe... anyway you cant love someone you dont know Heaven: lol nah Santa Claus: no? Kiss on the first date: yes? Angels: no

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marcholasmoth · 9 months

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OSRR: 3279

today was a good day. i mean, i love my job, i was there early, i had indian food for lunch, and i'm getting a run-down on some pretty important tasks for the next couple of weeks, so i think i can say i'm doing a good job. we were encouraged to take on projects as part of the gsoc, and the very first day i went in and met everybody i basically volunteered to edit the global security report that goes out twice a year, and i get to do that in the coming weeks. so i'm excited. my coworkers are great, albeit a little heavy on the conspiracy theories, but they're fun. i like going to work every day. i find myself preferring to be there than any other job. it's not exhausting. it's not tiring. i leave at the end of the day both happy and energized so i can manage the commute home. it's pretty great. and i was able to pay my student loan payment and first bill for next month today, as well. getting paid is great.

also on the way home, i decided to crack into taylor swift's re-recordings of her older albums, and i started with fearless. i cried to no fewer than four songs despite starting a quarter of the way into the album to listen to a specific song first and only listening to half of it. i also found a new favorite song??? i knew it was patrick stump as soon as he started singing. thanks, kat.

i also monitored southern nh for tornados today. that was scary. thankfully there's mountains between where it was and my family's home, so the storm lost energy and couldn't produce more of them. but i still had a friend really close to where the one touched down. like good god. shit's fucked. i was like "please be careful, there's a tornado around there" and she was "are you fuckin serious" i was like "yes" so that was worrisome and dramatic.

perks of the job include being aware of any events that occur around people i know. which means i can tell them to get to safety if they need to. so it helps reduce my anxiety, despite introducing a lot of other things that could worsen it. but so far, it's been good. imma happy clam. i only wish i had more time to cuddle with joel. i don't get to see him much. i miss being around him, so i think this next week i'll come over tuesday instead of after work wednesday. so i can spend time with the joel. provided he's not busy tuesday evening. here's hoping.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3200s #sunshine boy

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mtnkat3 · 1 year

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12.37pm. Blushing shyly grin. I love you . . . . .

I know you . . . . .don't really want me using gifs, & I get it.

Brown eyes baby🎶

But sometimes gifs are so on target more than a word can describe.

Just like that song^

I have mood ring eyes..

heck even told bedroom eyes by a coworker 30 years ago! 🤔🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️lol.

So ..... mud brown to caramel to green to even the hereditary [ not the typical cataract sign.] blue rings change! Lavendar pale blue...

I love eyes.

Just not red like a rabbits. They freak me out. Like evil in a bunny. Freaky. Huh. Maybe black too? I've never seen but in fictional characters & was scary.

Blushing beet red grin.

I pray for you . . . . .each piece of you . . . . .

& that I'm getting things right

Making you . . . . .happy. with me.

And yeah, that looks yummy! I've never tried that. Haven't had any type of that style, in years. I tend to stay away from spicy & even pico. It's crazy to go to tex.mex & all I can eat is grilled tilapia, rice, mixed greens & black beans but I have to get queso without jalapenos! Even bbq potato chips can't eat. Sigh.

Hypersensitivity immunity response.

I've been that way as long as I can remember. Sigh. Kinda wailing pout.

Just praying to cleanse my system & be able to enjoy food without so much restrictions. Gets on my dang last nerve.

Maybe because I don't enjoy being mocked. [Or told to use an insulin needle & put peanut butter under my skin & see if I react then. Because my doctors bloodwork must've been a lie. 🙄🤦‍♀️. My IgE was 3 & gave me an EpiPen. Oak=18.]

Yes, I plan to go thru a detoxification program/ process. Then I'll have new allergy testing done. I can say this, in 2013-4 I did & did customized shots at my doctors office. I felt fantastic! I had 3-4 shots in each arm every 2 months & I was clearing the problems!

But it was a waste $.

Until I am not exposed to the problems anymore...

So.

Put me in the forest. Real food. No pharma. Exercise. & live life!

Evidently the phenomena of people watching other people live on social media is bad for mental health! [.. does. asked counselor.]

Go out & live ones own life!

So. I want to progress to good hiking boots, ankle support 🙄🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️& walking polls. Then go for walks, even short ones, even multiple times a day. When I can hike Stone Mountain, then I know I've reached a major goal! I don't know if I will ever do the Appalachian Trail. But maybe parts of it.

Heck. Blushing shyly grin.

When I can run in high heels like actress from Eagle Eye. Then. I will have graduated!

I've had 22 bad sprained ankles, even bone chips. But not even one was from heels!

From not watching where placed feet, moving too fast, & evidently shoes too big! [Thanks mom. Feet=proportional to height. Think. Balance.🙄]

So ankles, wrists, shoulders, hips, neck... all need to learn exercises to strengthen the muscles, tendons & ligaments. I soooooo wish I had learned that in fourth grade. Sigh.

I have done marching band, work, driving, etc with sprains.

I guess that's a purchase, folding cane/walking stick.🙄🤦‍♀️🤔🤷‍♀️

Blushing beet red.

Back to work!

I love you . . . . .

💡🤔😏😌you.....want my thoughts, ramblings. Grimace.to get to know me. Not reaction to other peoples gifs.

But my loves.....I use those to illustrate my reactions.. to you . . . . .

☺️😏😌

It's not about anyone else but you . . . . .

my loves.....my priceless treasured Gift hunky yummy maverick beasts Bears Angels . . . . .

You . . . . .

Are why I kept my account.

And as soon as I am walking into your arms..... that's it for me & social media.

Blushing beet red bowing head.

Ok. I separated but hopefully not too many subjects? Grimace. Chewing lips.

I luv you!!!!!

Cheeky grin.

I. Am. Yours . . . . .

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️☸⚓🙇‍♀️🙏🤲👣🐾 🌂🔗⛓🧰🥾🧤⚙⛏⚒🛠🔍🔬🧠🏔👩‍🏫🕵️‍♀️👷‍♀️🧗‍♀️🏋️‍♀️🧘‍♀️🐾🐯🦉🐢🐛🐐🥧🍋🥤🥩🥨🍳🥓⚖🔐🗽💡🏗🏰🛡⚔🌱🦋🌺🌳🌹🌻🌷🌳🧶🧵🧣🎓👠🥧🥮🍯🍼🍫☕🍦🌰🍎🍑🍒👩‍🌾👩‍🍳👩‍🚀🤰⌚🌟⚡🌠🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️❄💫♾🧭🕯🌤

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kandadiff · 2 years

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Van Der Wulff Academy - Katya Homecoming

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To be honest, if Katya was asked to the dance by anyone else but Matthew she would have already left. But he kept making sure she was enjoying herself. She kept a drink in her hand, kept her laughing and kept her from seeing how Jennie was draping herself over Taehyung or Marcel’s constant attempts to make her jealous.

“Thanks Mattie.” She said affectionately calling him the name he hated. Looking up at him. Both stood on the stairs, drinks in there hands as they looked over the dancing crowd.

He gave her a look but through his arm around her. “Everyone gets a cool Russian nickname and I get Mattie?” She laughs and looks down at the crowd. Her eyes instantly darting to each of us. She laughed and said something in Russian which made Matthew’s eyebrows raise.

“Whats that mean?”

“The new nickname for you.” she said trying not to look at him. She felt her face flushed and was grateful for the dimmed lights. The twinkling fairy lights coated everything in a sort of romantic light while the DJ adding to the atmosphere as a slow song started. Couples on the dance floor quickly paired up and swayed to the dreamy lyrics and sweet melodic voice that floated from the speakers. She was about to speak when she saw Jennie. Her eyes locking with the other girls as she grabbed Taehyung and dragged him to the dance floor. Pulling him close to her and swaying purposely while occasionally looking up at Katya.

She liked to think it wouldn’t bother her if she saw it. Of course she might, no matter how much Matthew tried to shield her from it or she tried to ignore it. She couldn’t now, Jennie was doing it on purpose. Like a dog pissing on a fire hydrant to mark its territory, Jennie was marking hers. And even though Katya thought she was done with Taehyung, her heart still ached as she saw the scene unfold. Was this jealousy? It got worse, her heart feeling like it fully stopped when Jennie looked at Tae, and she leaned in. Tae’s mouth meeting hers.

“Kat” Matthew was calling her name but all she could see was Jennie and Tae, kissing on the dance floor. Like he didn’t lie to her. Like he didn’t break her heart. Like he didn’t use her. She heard Matthew call her name again but she quickly excused herself and headed out the ballroom. Needing air, needing the chilly air to ground her from the endless romance inside.

The cold hit her like a hard slap, the chill sinking into her bones, bypassing the thin dress and she leaned on a small pillar of the building. Cursing when she felt herself crying. Why was she crying? ‘Because you still love him’ her inner voice screamed and she started crying more. God this was pathetic. Obviously he didn’t care about her. He was in there sucking face with an eel and here she was. Outside, cold and crying.

“Kat,” Matthew called behind her. His own heart breaking seeing tears drip from her eyes. He tried the whole time to keep her away. But Jennie was a vindictive woman who saw Katya as a threat. He should have known not to take her on the stairs. He should have known as soon as Jennie knew where she was and that she could see them, that she would try and mark her territory on V. “Kat,” He called softly and she turned towards him. “I’ll go in there and kick his ass.” he said, his tone joking but if she asked him, he would go do it. “I can’t hit Jennie but Jiwoo can-” she shook her head “Do you want to go back inside?” She shook her head wiping her tears.

“I can just stay here for now.” She said curling her arms around herself and sitting on a curve. She didn’t-couldn’t go back in there. Not with a now puffy face and red eyes. “But you can go back in.”

“Nah” he shook his head and undid his suit jacket, throwing it over her shoulders. “Its getting boring in there anyway.” He sat next to her. “I’d rather be out here with you.” he said and she smiled at him sighing.

Her head fell on his shoulder and he naturally pulled her closer, his hand rubbing her back. For a while they sat in silence, soft music drifting from the inside and the only light illuminating them coming from distance street lamps. it was peaceful and while it was an odd circumstance, both Katya and Matthew felt peaceful.“It means favorite.” Katya mumbled and Matthew looked down at her confused. “The nickname I gave to you on the stairs. It means ‘favorite.’”

Matthew smiled warmly and he kissed the top of her head, almost by instinct. “I like that.” he said repeating the Russian word over and over in his head. Trying how to remember how to say it. “You’re my favorite too Kat.”

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golbrocklovely · 2 years

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this means war // colby brock

A/N: so, a fun fact about me is that i go thru these weird addictions of rewatching old shows i used to love. and a while back, the show i got back into was gossip girl. now, even tho i hate chuck bass bc of how much a terrible person he was, i gotta give credit to the creators of the show bc they always gave him some of the most interesting scenes playing off of blair, especially when they hate each other. this fic is based off of season 2 episode 2. i may or may not have pulled some lines directly... i'm only so creative yall lol hope you like ! please let me know what you think :)

prompt: you and colby used to hook up, but then you called things off when he couldn't give you more. now that you're newly taken, colby isn't handling the news well. || fem!reader x colby brock

title based off of the song "this means war" by marianas trench

trigger warning: light SMUT, sexual tension, cursing, no actual sex but hella mentions of it, mentions of good girl, angsty, cheating???, slight dubcon possibly too

word count: 2249

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“I can't believe you leave for three months, and you come back with a boyfriend. That's crazy, Y/N!” Kat exclaimed, taking a sip from her solo cup.

I smiled brightly, my arm tightening around my boyfriend Ryan. “I know! But I just couldn't help myself. The moment I met Ryan, I just knew... God, that sounds so cheesy!”

He grinned down at me, kissing my blushing cheek. “No, it doesn't babe. I love the way you express yourself.”

I stared up into his eyes, cupping his face sweetly.

Sam coughed, clearing his throat. “So, Ryan, where are you originally from?”

Ryan turned to Sam confidently, my hand dropping from his face. “Iowa. A really small town. That was something me and Y/N immediately bonded on. Also, our love for baking.”

“You love baking? That's... so cool.” Sam nodded his head, looking at me, “Y/N, I didn't know you love baking.”

I scoffed jokingly. “Of course! It's a passion of mine. Well, it became even more of a passion once I met Ryan.” I let out an extra loud laugh, “The way this man bakes a cake!”

“Oh stop it, Y/N,” he swatted at my arm lightly, then his tone turned serious. “It's all about patience and perfecting your craft.”

Sam’s eyes widened, quickly glancing at Kat. “...I can only imagine. Hey, why don't I show you around the rest of the house? Maybe introduce you to the other peeps out by the pool.”

“That would be awesome, Sam!” Ryan followed Sam as he began to walk, turning back to me, “Babe? I'll see you later, okay?”

“Of course! Have fun. Come back soon.” I giggled, waving goodbye.

Ryan blew me a kiss and trudged with Sam into the backyard. Once they were out of sight, Kat grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen, where there was no one around.

She placed her drink down on the counter with all the other alcohol, crossing her arms. “Okay, girlie. Spill.”

“What? What are you talking about Katrina?” I glanced down at the ground, taking a long swig of my drink.

She smacked my arm. “Don't Katrina me. You know exactly what I'm asking... who the fuck is that man?”

“He's my boyfriend.” I stated.

“Yeah, I know that. I've been listening to the two of you for the past hour talk about meeting on your two week trip to Miami that extended into three months.” Kat sighed, closing her eyes tightly, and then looking back at me. “How the hell did that happen?”

“Look, I always... kinda intended on staying in Miami for the summer.” I mumbled, shrugging.

Kat reacted dramatically. “What? And not take me?”

I reached over, grasping her hand. “I needed to leave. And besides, it wasn’t a full-on vacation. I was staying with an aunt of mine down there. Ryan is her neighbor and pool boy. I didn't really intend on dating him." My mind wandered for a moment, "Or anyone…”

She squeezed my hand sweetly. “I never saw you as the type to fuck the pool boy.”

I cracked a smile, shoving her hands away. “Kat!”

She beamed mischievously. “What? C'mon Y/N. I’m just surprised you would date someone so… preppy looking. That man looks nothing like your past exes.” She glanced at me as she grabbed her drink, “Like Colby.”

I glared. “Me and Colby never dated, so he can't really be an ex.”

“Well, then you left LA for three months over a friends-with-benefits that went sour...” Kat scrunched up her face. “Doesn't sound as nice.”

I deadpanned. “Sounds pretty lame.”

“Can I ask you something, genuinely?” Kat’s voice lowered.

I exhaled. “I'm all ears.”

“Are you actually into him? Or are you just getting with him because of Colby?” She questioned, pouting.

I tried to make her believe me. “At first it was just a rebound, but I do like him now.”

“Do you love him?” She asked.

No. “...I could, at some point.” I huffed, leaning back against the counter. “I can't sit and wait for Colby to make a decision that he clearly doesn't want to make.”

“Well, is at least the sex good?” She joked, biting her lip.

I groaned. “We... haven't.”

“What?!” Kat yelled, her jaw dropping.

I shushed her, furrowing my brows. “You are obnoxious sometimes; you know that right?”

“So, if you guys aren't hooking up, what are you doing?” She argued.

“I mean, we've done some stuff. Just not everything. We mostly just talk.” I explained.

She raised an eyebrow. “Him or you?”

I muttered. “I think you already know that answer.”

“He at least talks about other things besides baking... right?” Kat jeered.

“Did you know cream of tartar is a byproduct of wine?” I remarked, my tone dry.

Kat puzzled. “What?”

“Exactly.” I grunted, bringing my drink to my lips.

I gazed behind Kat, choking quickly on my drink. Colby was sauntering over to us, a cute smile on his face.

Fuck. Not cute. Ugly. An ugly smile.

I beamed at Kat, taking her hand. “But honestly, that's my favorite thing about Ryan! He's just so smart. And not just mentally, but emotionally too.”

Kat cocked her head to the side. “What are you-”

I cut her off as Colby grew closer. “I'm honestly so surprised that someone as amazing as him would want to date me.”

“Do you really think you don't live up to his standards?” Colby inquired, standing next to Kat.

Kat looked at him for a moment. “Oh hey Colby.”

“Hey Kat.” He smiled down at her and then turned back to me, “That would be a shame if he did that to you.”

“Did what to me, Colby?” I sassed bitterly.

“Made you feel less confident in yourself. That was always something I found sexy about you.” His eyes glimmered at me.

I glared, our eye contact intensifying.

“...I'm gonna go find Sam.” Kat pointed to the door, slowly backing away and leaving.

I should have stopped her.

Colby’s face softened. “Hello, Y/N. You look extra tan.”

“Three months away from here did me some good in more ways than one.” I smiled sweetly.

He nodded, his head dropping for a moment. “I can only imagine. So, when do I get to meet this lovely new boyfriend of yours? Brian?”

“Ryan. He's being shown around by Sam.” I replied.

“How nice of Sam. So, are you curious as to what I did for the three months you weren't here?” He questioned innocently.

I pursed my lips walking towards the window. “Let me guess, fucked some random girls? You know, since you're single and unattached?”

Colby whistled, following me. “You definitely came back feistier. That was also one my favorite things about you...” His voice lowered, “your bratty behavior.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, I only act this way with you, which actually reflects poorly on you more so than me.”

“You and I did always know how to have fun,” he responded cockily. Then he gazed out the window, “so, which one is Brian?”

I held back another eye roll, pointing towards my boyfriend. “Ryan is standing next to Kevin and Sam, by the pool.”

Once Colby’s eyes landed on Ryan, he snorted. “The living ken doll? That's your new thing?”

“Yes. And what about it?” I quipped, sharply spinning my body towards him.

“Nothing. Nothing. I just...” He choked back a laugh.

I placed my free hand on my hip, my voice harsh. “What?”

“He just looks so...” Colby trailed off, still looking at Ryan.

“Handsome? Sexy? Alluring?” I bragged.

“Bland. Very bland. Like Wonder Bread.” He snickered, “Very Old Navy chic.”

I hissed, “Oh, I'm sorry he's not a walking billboard for luxury brands like you. But I happen to like that quality about him.”

“...Guess I struck a nerve. I'm sorry,” he took a step back, putting his hands up defensively. “And you're right. Maybe he's a bit bland on the outside, but I bet he's wild in other ways.”

I scowled. “Does everything have to revolve around sex with you?”

“When it's between me and you, absolutely.” He answered.

“Well, for your information, me and Ryan have an amazing sex life.” I lied confidently.

“That's great to hear. I wouldn't want you...” Colby’s eyes snaked down my body, returning to my eyes, “unsatisfied.”

I ignored the shiver I felt, sucking my teeth. “You don't have to worry. It's none of your concern anyway.”

Colby took a long pause, a sly smile coming to his lips. “...What's your favorite position with him?”

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

“Does he like to be on top or do you?” He queried, biting his lip.

I retorted, my jaw tense. "Are you really asking me these questions? God, you're so classy.”

I walked away from him in a huff, placing my drink down on the counter and leaning against it. I could feel Colby walk up behind me; his voice low in my ear. “Is he good with his hands? Is he more gentle or rough when he grabs you?”

“Like I would tell you.” I gulped.

“How about after making love... does he know you like to have your hair played with? How it puts you to sleep in seconds?” I could almost feel his smile against my skin as he closed the gap between us more.

“Of course he knows that.” I uttered, my voice faltering.

“Of course. Because he knows everything you like, right?” Colby softly pressed his body against me.

“Mmm-hmm.” I hummed, trying to ignore my stomach doing flips with Colby so close to me.

“How about during?” With his lips pressed against my ear, he whispered, “what names does he call you?”

I quietly gasped. “Colby, you can't-”

He cut me off, his voice slightly husky. “Does he say you're a good girl? Or do you only save that for special occasions, like when you actually listen?”

I tried to calm my breathing down, not wanting him to see how he was getting to me.

He continued on, “I bet he has a favorite one. Maybe it's ‘angel’, or ‘love’. Maybe even ‘darlin’... those were some of mine.”

Mine too.

“Does he know you have a sensitive spot behind you right ear?” Colby’s lips grazed the skin behind my ear as goosebumps raised across my body, “Right here, and your inner left thigh. Nibbling on those spots always left you so breathless.”

I nodded my head, biting my lip hard to hold back the moan that wanted to escape.

His hand drifted down my body, stopping on my upper thigh, “Does he know you like to be held down? Tied up? How you like feeling helpless?”

I whined, reaching for his hands. “Colby-”

He stopped my hands, lacing his fingers through mine and holding them down against the counter, away from my body.

“You always liked when I was a bit more rough with you. You loved when I handcuffed you and made it impossible for you to stop me from making you come over and over again.” Colby grunted.

I shuddered, feeling the wetness in my panties. “Y-you can't...”

“Has he done that? Has he made you come multiple times in one night?” He pressed me harder into the counter, my back arching into him. “Has he fucked you so good you pass out? How many times have you screamed his name?”

I couldn’t even speak, afraid I would tell the truth.

“Has he ever said…” Colby slid his lips across the back of my neck and over to my other ear, turning my face towards his mouth. Then in his breathiest whisper, he moaned, “be a good girl and come for me Y/N.”

I felt my hips twitch, begging for some friction to ease the wanton ache. My breaths were ragged, unable to catch up with the beating of my heart.

“Let me fuck you.” Colby demanded.

His tone brought me out of my daze. “What?”

“Let me fuck you, just one more time. God knows we both need it.” He muttered, biting his lip.

I shook my head, his hand falling from my face. “No. No. I-I can't I'm with-”

“Ryan. The man that hasn't fucked you in the three months you've been dating.” Colby emphasized.

My eyes widened, my mouth falling open. “What? How did you-?”

“The moment you walked into the house I've been paying attention to you. You and Kat talk very loudly when you think you’re alone,” he chuckled darkly. “Let me satisfy you, Y/N. You know I can. And I know you need it.”

I swallowed hard, annoyed. “I ended things for a reason Colby. No, I'm not gonna have sex with you. I hate you.”

His innocent smile came back as we looked at each other. “…Then why are you still holding my hand?”

I glanced down at our hands still interlocked on the counter. I ripped my hand away, sliding out from between him and the island I was pressed against.

Before I could say anything, I heard Ryan call my name.

"Don’t start a war you already lost, Cole.” I smirked, staring into Colby's eyes. “Coming Ryan!"

Colby narrowed his gaze as I left. I ignored the damp sensation in between my legs as I walked up to Ryan.

“You okay, baby? You looked flushed.” Ryan noted.

I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear nervously. “Of course. Just… talking to an old friend.”

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock smut #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fic #colby brock angst #colby brock story

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onyxheartbeat · 3 years

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Dear HIM/Ville Valo fans,

this is a long post but I must discuss this.

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I came across this interview of Kat Von D from a few days ago. Before I get into my thoughts, below is a passage from her old book “Go Big or Go Home” which you may or may not have read. She wrote about Ville:

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“I only knew his music, and I loved it on first listen. It was dark and it was beautiful. It was metal and it was poetry. It was love loaded into a gun, and I wondered about the man behind the songs. Two years later, our paths crossed, and like the majority of the connections I’ve made in life, tattooing brought us together. Through our first tattoo sessions, we began to get to know each other. For the next few years, I just thought of him as my friend from overseas, and that was all. Then, after knowing him for six years, something changed. It could have been the wine, the music, or the moon. Most likely it was just perfect timing. Just one kiss, and he changed my world. We were both sad back then, and lost. I was depressed, having finally ended a marriage that had been doomed from the beginning. I was also dealing with the pressures of filming a television show, which was totally new to me - and drinking my way blindly through it all. His story mirrored mine, and he had been feeling just as low. We had been waiting for something to happen, for someone or something to come along and save us from ourselves. And when it suddenly seemed that that someone was each other, it took us both by surprise. We shared darkness, and doing that bought light back into our somber worlds: for once, we didn’t feel alone.He’s the reason why I wanted to write music to begin with - and learn to sing. I remember the exact moment I made up my mind about making music. It was something I felt I needed to do, not for any reason other than a way to respond to him. It didn’t matter if the songs I’d write never saw the light of day, as long as he was able to listen to my music, my message to him. He had told me to look for a package at my door step, prefacing the delivery of the contents, his new album, saying, “These are all of the things that are easier sung than said.”I knew what he meant, but never imagined that each song would be filled with direct messages to me. I put the album on, and the music rushed out of the speakers and filled my house. His voice rang all around, making it’s way to the core of my heart with every word he sang. As cryptic as those lyrics may have been for anyone else, I knew exactly what each word meant and recognized every event and place he referred to. The songs were so beautiful, I just wished so badly that he could have said everything out loud just once to me. How should I respond to something like this? Where do I even start?The first time I saw him after I got sober, he was in town working on music. We sat in my office at the shop until the late hours of the night, talking and catching up about everything - music, home, art and work. Did we talk about love? No. We constantly danced around our past instead. What happened to us? I couldn’t find the courage to ask because I was scared of the answer I already knew. We decided to draw, with pencils and paper in front of us, we sat at opposite ends of the table. He pulled my three-minute timer from one of the nearby shelves, and placed it at the center of the table. He suggested we draw each other, and I was game. With a flip of the hourglass, the grains of sand moved from one vessel to the other, and we began.Sketching these timed portraits forced us to stare at each other, making it practically impossible to focus on the drawing itself. I had almost forgotten how beautiful his face was. He has a combination of eyes, lips, and a darkness to his looks that makes him look almost otherworldly. With him, I felt like I was at the center of an orderly, tranquil, magnificent universe. For those short three minutes, there were no questions about life or purpose. It was as if we never needed any more from each other than this.Like all people, I’ve suffered from love sickness and tasted the pain of love. The theatrical director of my mind, the one who staged all these versions of him and my life with him, seemed to be unaffected by reason. I was finding myself constantly day dreaming of the past.His eyes, his hands, his crooked smile - I’d ruminate over his features. Things he said. Things he did. Things he wrote. Things he drew. Things he sang. Over and over again, I’d sift through these images and memories as if they somehow contained the answer to my prayers. But I was living with a long-age memory of him; living so far away from the present moment.If we had spoken about what we were or what we thought we were, back when we got sober, I wouldn’t have been so confused, wandering what if, and writing the rest of our story in my mind. What did I expect? For him to magically not hear about me being in a relationship? And to not be bothered by it? If only he would have asked….. I would have….. If we could have only talked….. then things would be….. if we allowed ourselves to transform our fears of being open, vulnerable, then, I’d convince myself, we would be together. I realized that none of that mattered now. If I wanted to be free of this unrequited longing, I would have to make peace with the past and finally let it go. There was no way around it. But did I want to be free of it? - and him?I listened to one of his songs the other day. Out of all the songs he wrote on that album, this one was the most direct. He sings my name in the chorus. By the time the song is over, I’ve felt a range of emotions - I’m sad but happy, frustrated but calm. He sings about how I alone bring him to a place of stillness and peace within when we are together. What a victorious feeling - to enter into a place with him where no one else has been. To be able to bring goodness to and draw it out of someone. Those sweet thoughts were interrupted by an e-mail from him. Impeccable timing as always. It’s just a short note, letting me now he’s somewhere out there, thinking of me. He ends the message by calling me “Star Face” - his pet name for me from long ago that no one else uses. At that moment, I loathe him for it. I loathe him because I love him. Sometimes it feels like it would be so much easier to walk away from this if he’d just tell me that he hates me, that he wants nothing to do with me. But instead he calls me “Star Face.” There is no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s not letting go, either.‘Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.’The silver plane hurtled over Newfoundland, over the Labrador sea. Someone told me I might see the northern lights as I fly east and north, but I wouldn’t have noticed as I was deep in writing the letter that I had already mentally composed long before I decided to make this trip to see him over New Year’s Day. I didn’t have to edit myself this time, I knew exactly what the letter would say.I reread the note to myself before sealing the envelope. Then I drew out the first letter of his name in pencil on the front. What a beautiful letter it was, probably my favorite out of the entire alphabet. A letter I was so used to writing myself. With ease the swirls and curves of each arch seemed to flow from my heart, my mind’s eye, drawn in and through my arms to my hands, releasing themselves onto the pale ivory paper envelope. My plane landed soon after.I had missed this country, I had missed him, too. I wondered how time had treated him ,for it had been a few years since I had last seen him. I wondered if I still had the ability to quiet his heart when he was feeling manic. He always said I had a way of doing that when I was near. And I wondered if he even needed me in that way anymore.When we met up, he looked just as beautiful as the day we saw each other for the first time, almost ten years before. And as if no time had passed, we started right where we left off - hours flew by in the comfort of each other’s presence. Talking. Catching up.He asked if I was getting sleepy, and my attempt at concealing the tiredness was transparent. I looked at the clock; maybe it was the jet lag or the clock hands pointing to midnight, but I knew it was time to say good-bye. Reluctantly, we both stood up and tried our best to part ways. As good as it felt to be near him again, I gave him the letter I had written letting him know that I was letting the nation of us go. He took the sealed envelope, and then I watched him walk away for what I assumed would be the last time.My heart didn’t belong locked up in a tower across the ocean from my home. It belonged in my chest, beating, living, feeling, sometimes hurting, but always loving. I deserved to be free, and understanding and needing that more than a dream, I was finally able to let him go.”

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Now, let me start by saying, I’ve never understood this and I still don’t. I’ve had that passage saved in my drafts for years because I keep almost anything pertaining to Ville.

I’ve been a HIM fan since I was about 15 years old, and have followed Ville’s life and work closely. The friendship between them was always apparent to HIM fans in those days, because we saw her in photos with the band often. I used to watch Miami Ink and LA Ink as regularly as pretty much anyone in those days, and I remember when this particular passage of her book was brought to light, the HIM fan base read it and we all had our thoughts. We were all aware of Screamworks being written about Kat (it’s obvious in the lyrics of the album) even though Ville never specifically said Kat’s name when asked about it in interviews.

I remember being baffled back when we as HIM fans discovered this passage from the book. I couldn’t imagine not making that relationship work if it was true love. I’m a bit biased because I adore Ville and he’s like a dream to me, but I just couldn’t understand it. It seemed like she took the relationship for granted or she didn’t love him enough to make it work; but I digress. I get it; love and relationships are complex.

Still, flash forward to this recent interview (the screenshot), she says it was unrequited love, and I’m still not understanding it. Why release all the songs now? Why didn’t she make it work if it was true love? Who is she trying to say was the one not reciprocating (as the word “unrequited” suggests) in the relationship? I don’t understand any of it. More than anything, I’ve had so many questions that I wish I could ask Ville about it all because he only spoke briefly about it all, and it was always rather cryptic.

I’m only writing this as a HIM fan, and because I love Ville and his lyrics on Screamworks so, so much (it’s an extremely underrated album in the HIM discography, in my opinion) so I’m letting any fellow HIM lovers know she wrote an album in response to it, in case you’re interested. I haven’t followed Kat or her work in many years, so I don’t know what to make of all this, but it’s always been extremely apparent to me when listening to Screamworks that a lot of heart went into it and even pain, not that his lyrics on other albums aren’t like that too, but I felt it more on Screamworks. I feel that Ville was the one who was truly heartbroken.

You all probably know from following my blog that I’m obsessed with love and unrequited love. Any romantic stories, bittersweet letters, heartbreak, longing etc. is just my favorite thing in the world so please excuse the long post, haha.

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