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cinnamon-galaxies · 26 days

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Unspoken Feelings

Pairings: Alastor x gn!Reader

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader, tension, lots of tension, unspoken feelings, hurt but also comfort?, Alastor is bad at feelings, inner conflict, suppressed feelings, does the ending count as (light) angst?, bittersweet ending, I'm bad at tagging

Summary: Loving you is hard, but being with you is harder. And being with Alastor is dangerous.

Wordcount: 1.9k

A/N: This one is very short compared to my other fic but full of (heartbreaking) tension.

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You sat at the grand piano in the dimly lit lounge of the hotel. Your fingers glided gracefully across the keys, seamlessly transitioning between the notes with a captivating elegance. With closed eyes you surrendered to the enchanting melody, completely entranced by its spell. Your soft voice sang along, a subtle sound that harmonized with heartbreaking lyrics of the ballad that had such a special place in your heart, reminding you of bittersweet moments and cherished dreams.

Alastor sat not far from you in an armchair with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His crimson eyes remained fixed on you, captivated by your fervent performance that fully caught his attention. Though he heard you play before he had never witnessed such a fiery passion put into the music that came from your fingers. Your singing voice was enchanting, echoed from the high ceiling like a siren’s song casting a spell on every person who could hear you. It was as though you were revealing a concealed message and opening your heart to whatever you had in mind.

He closed his eyes while he let himself get bewitched by your spell, fully succumbing to your beautiful performance. Were you even aware that he was watching you? Listened to you singing and playing like a muse? He didn’t know it but also he didn’t care as long as you kept playing and filled the hole in his heart with the sound of your song, as a clenching feeling tugged on his stomach, clouded by a pang of longing. He knew exactly what he felt right now. How he felt about you, but expressing those emotions was a different story. He wasn’t good at feelings, let alone at admitting them. It was hard to even admit them to himself, just to begin with. He found himself caught up in denial for far too long and had blamed it on his mind playing tricks on him – he even preferred to diagnose himself as mentally ill than to just accept the fact that he had grown fond of you. Way too fond.

That he started longing for you.

Loved you.

Love.

He let out a dismissive laugh that was far too quiet for you to hear over the sound of the piano.

Love was a feeling he had never felt before. At least not in this way. He had loved his mother unconditionally. She had been the closest and dearest person to him that ever existed in his whole lifetime. And there were other people who were close to him and who he cared about. A lot. But nothing like this could be compared to what he felt in your presence. What feelings you evoke deep inside of him as he looked you in the eyes, felt your lingering gaze on him, listened to you talk and laugh with all your heart. The way his thoughts about you occupied his every breath and kept him awake at night because otherwise if he closed his eyes all he could see was your beautiful face haunting his mind like a tormenting ghost. Oh sweet hells, he even dreamed about you. Was this really the love people were so obsessed with and that was considered the most beautiful thing in the world? There was no way he could comprehend this; no matter how hard he tried. You possessed his every thought and made him question his sanity. It was an uncomfortable feeling that tugged on him, almost completely tore him apart. He hated it. But yet he didn’t want to miss it.

He opened his eyes again, watching your graceful silhouette moving in front of the grand piano and couldn’t help himself but smile contendly, his eyes glowing with sparks of joy. Though no matter how many feelings of happiness tingled in his guts, he felt heartbroken at the same time. Your relationship has always been complicated. You danced around each other, both too far to take the leap. There was so much on you that Alastor admired. Your view on life and your admiration for the smaller things. The way you animatedly gestured around while you told him a story and how your eyes sparkled with anticipation whenever you were about to do the things you adored the most. He admired your creativity and your talent, the passion you put into your music when you played one of your instruments and used your powerful voice to sing along. The way you danced with him as if you were a graceful swan. He also admired your strength and independence, your self-confidence, your stubbornness, your abnormal sense of humor and psychotic tendencies that always reminded him that you were in hell for a reason. He admired the way you weren’t afraid to show off your insanity, even implemented some of your sickest fantasies on hell’s worst spawns. He admired you.

Alastor took a sip of his whiskey. His thoughts made him sound like a fool – an immature and cheesy teenager – whenever he tried to unravel the clot that every oh so normal person considered love.

By now he was aware that he himself had become a victim of this cruel but also beautiful torture. But no matter how confident he was of his actions his own demons held him back to fully committing to you and the feelings he harbored in his chest, carefully tucked away in a heart shaped box. He was everything but a saint. He’d never be enough for you because he knew that he would never change. All he could give you was sorrow and pain and if there was one thing he didn’t want you to bear, it was you suffering from his incapabilities of being the lover you deserved.

The song came to an end and that was when Alastor noticed that he had swallowed his whole drink within the shortest amount of time. Not good, as he already felt the effects of the alcohol starting to cloud his senses.

Through the corner of his eye he saw you move and when he turned his face towards you, you caught him by surprise as he met your gaze. Time stood still for a short moment, his heart pounded in his chest as he returned your startled gaze. You obviously hadn’t been aware of his presence until now.

Alastors smile widened in amusement at your dumbfounded expression but he didn’t laugh. Instead, his voice was calm and smooth as he said, “That was quite the performance, my dear.”

You forced yourself to smile, trying hard to hide your embarrassment in front of him – unsuccessfully. What a cute sight, Alastor thought but shook off the thought as soon as it entered his mind.

“Thank you, Alastor,” you responded to him, your voice much more confident than your startled body language expressed. A wave of reassurance overcame you and you calmed down, recovering from the surprise of your unexpected listener. “It’s always nice to have a captive audience. Even though I would’ve preferred to be aware of it,” you then added with a soft voice, a genuine smile forming on your lips.

Alastor chuckled softly. “Well, consider me captivated, indeed.”

The room became silent for a moment as you and Alastor exchanged glances, the air heavy with unspoken words. There was a moment of silent understanding between you, a shared acknowledgement of the unspoken feelings that lingered beneath the surface. Alastor knew he had to say something, to break the tension between you, but the words caught in his throat, unable to be spoken out loud. It was one of those moments when he should have risen from his seat and approached you, embracing your delicate presence and pulling you in a tender kiss. It was what he had dreamed about for weeks, one of those perfect moments that needed no words but mere actions to confess your feelings for each other. There was no doubt that you felt the same for him. Alastor knew that you returned his feelings (at least in some similar way). You had to. Otherwise you would have acted differently in his presence, less nervous, less attentive in his personal needs, less affectionate. You would’ve maintained less eye contact with him, not lingering your gaze longer on him than necessary and not secretly stealing glances. Yes, he knew about it but not only because he could feel it when he was watched, but also because people had told him. Not only Charlie had tried to confront him about the supposed ‘tension’ between the both of you, but also Angel couldn’t help but joke loudly about it. Alastor was told how much you smiled in his presence, how much more vivid you behaved in his presence, that subtle tries of yours to catch his attention without raising suspicion. Well, your attempt to remain inconspicuous seemed to have failed – at least in the eyes of the other residents. If no one had told Alastor about it and he wouldn’t have spent time actively paying attention to your changes in behavior around him, he would have never noticed. Never guessed it. You were truly bad at concealing your feelings. Did you even try?

Normally Alastor would’ve laughed at this thought. But in this moment there was nothing to laugh about as the tension between you burned with a subtle passion, drawing the both of you to each other in an unspoken longing.

You loved him at least as much as he loved you.

You wanted him at least as much as he wanted you.

And you needed him at least as much as he needed you.

At least that’s what Rosie had told him when he had spent a whole afternoon conversing with her about that peculiar demoness that made him feel things he never thought possible. But yet, Alastor remained in his armchair, returning your loving expression with unveiled eyes. His breath was heavy and his heart pounded in his chest like a drum on a battlefield.

Oh, how much he wanted to touch you.

To get close to you.

To hug you.

To kiss you.

To make him his. For the rest of eternity.

But he knew his inner demons would show you no mercy. That he would just hurt you to a point of no return. And that was something he was determined not to allow under any circumstances. Something he would never forgive himself for. And he would hurt you. He knew that.

Alastor felt a lump building in his throat and held his breath as it was too painful to continue breathing with that pressure clenching his chest.

The both of you stood there for a moment longer, staring at each other but remained in your unmoved state, silently confessing to each other without a spoken word.

Without making a sound Alastor stood up, his hand wrapped tightly around his empty whiskey glass, knuckles whitening under the pressure. He offered you a small, toothless smile before turning around to leave. His heart was heavy from unspoken desires and the pain of his decision tore his heart into shreds as he left you alone. The door swung close behind him and Alastor couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss wash over him. He knew that loving you was hard. And being without you was even harder.

Cruel.

But it was for the best.

He could never love you the way he wanted to – the way you deserved it. And if protecting you meant tearing himself apart in the most gruesome ways possible, so it should be.

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tanniefm · 1 year

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all to you | jjk (m)

summary - why work on a boring school project when you could fuck your cute bestfriend?!

pairing - sub!jungkook x dom!reader (f)

genre - friends to lovers, pwp

word count - 2.6k

song inspo - all to you by sabrina claudio.

warnings - dry humping, dirty talk, praise, pet names, cumming in pants (EEEE), breast play, reader is described as squishy and squeezable so if you don’t like that my bad

a/n - i just desperately needed whiny koo. badly. also hey lol it’s been a while

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You're gonna fail this class. Who the fuck even needs calculus anyway? You huff and continue to throw a silent temper tantrum while writing down equations that don't even make sense to you. You look over at your friend, Jungkook to see if he thinks anything of what the professor was saying makes sense, only to see him diligently writing in his notebook and seeming to retain every bit of information the man bellows out to the class. You chuckle to yourself, your Kookie, always hard at work.

You and Jungkook have been friends since you were kids. He's always been a little meek and quiet, a complete juxtaposition from your talkative and loud manner. You had found him cute, even back in elementary school. His bunny smile and his big doe eyes made you melt every time you looked at him. Being neighbors, naturally, you both were constantly around each other. He was content with listening to you talk your head off while he listened intently and nodded along. You two complement each other. Anytime either of you had a problem, the other was always there to give support. Your favorite thing to do though was tease him. Seeing his pretty face burn scarlet and shyly bite his lip after complimenting him gave you a strange sense of satisfaction. It seemed as though no one could get him so flustered but you. Of course, you tried not to dwell on it, but it's not like it wasn't there.

You watched the clock obsessively, desperately waiting for it to strike 4. You smiled once it did and quickly gathered your stuff to meet Jungkook by the door where he always waited for you. Calculus is your last class of the day so he waits for you to pack up to walk back to the dorms together. As you start down the road to your building, you turn and finally ask him what the fuck you're supposed to be doing for class.

“Oh, we have a test next Monday. It's on Convergence and Divergence, remember?” he asks. No, you do not, but you're sure you wrote down some notes somewhere so maybe that'll count for something.

“I do not have the attention span for this shit I swear. Every time he speaks I automatically zone out,” you groan. He giggles and shakes his head.

“I’ll help you study, don't worry,” Your dorm building comes into view as you keep your pace on the sidewalk.

“Great! My roommate won't be home for another couple of hours so we can get started at mine.” you smile.

You take out your key and unlock the door and walk into the living room to set both of your bags on the kitchen table. Jungkook gets his laptop and notebook and sits on the couch. He found doing your work out here is more productive than in your bedroom since you tend to get a little lazy when you're in the comfort of your room. You've argued with him about this plenty of times before, even though you're very aware he's right.

“You want anything to drink? Eat? I think I might have some ramen in the pantry,” you yell from the kitchen.

“Nah I'm good, thanks!” he yells back. His face illuminates from his screen as he starts looking up the test review your professor sent out for the class.

You come back with a bottle of water and your sweatshirt in your hands. Oh. You took it off. Ok, that's fine - Jungkook thinks to himself - the tight tank top you're wearing that seems to accentuate your boobs and curves perfectly is completely fine. He's fine, just focus on the google doc, JK. He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and stares wide-eyed at his screen.

“Oh shit, I still need to get the stuff for Tae’s party, hold on,” you whip out your phone and search for the text Taehyung sent you about all the different types of snacks and alcohol he wanted.

“Oh no you don't need to do that, I'll get them it's fine!” he rushes to grab his phone and open his notes app. Tae had sent the list of errands he wanted to the group chat and hadn't given anyone a specific job on who needed to buy what. You had said you’d get some of them, but it seems Jungkook had the same intention.

“Kook, I can get them, it's whatever. Just let me look for what he said he needed,” you argue. He attempts to disagree again but you snatch his phone from his hands before he can get a word out.

“Hey, give it back!” he yelps. You cackle mischievously and turn away from him as he tries to grab his phone from your hands.

“____! Give me my phone!” he whines. He sets his computer on the coffee table and tries to wrestle it from your grasp again. Just as he lunges for his phone, you put your hand on his firm chest and push him back onto the couch. You climb on top of him and straddle his waist.

“What are you gonna do about it? Why don't you just take it, hm?” you look down at him and freeze. His lips are in a soft pout and he gives you the best puppy eyes he can muster.

“Please ____? Just give it back, please?” he whines softly. Your breath hitches as you realize the position you're in. Your best friend is under you begging for his phone while you are staring down at him and straddling his tiny waist. His hands had clasped onto your hips and he absentmindedly squeezed them. Fuck he looks so good like this. Jungkook doesn't know what to focus on. The view of you on top of him like this is something he'll be fisting his dick to for weeks. He bets if he leaned up right now he'd be at the perfect level to kiss you. Maybe even kiss your pretty tits that are seemingly calling for him to suck bruises into. He can feel his jeans tighten as his eyes dart everywhere but your eyes and his face starts to turn pink. You mistake his flustered look for being uncomfortable and immediately attempt to apologize and shift off of him. As you make your move, however, you hear him gasp loudly. His grip on your hips tightens further and his face darkens to a bright red.

“Oh my god I'm so sorry did I hurt you?” you rush out. He looks like a deer in headlights. Maybe you went too far?

“N-no. M’ ok,” he says in a small voice. You furrow your brows in concern and take his face in your hands.

“Are you sure? You're burning up, babe.” you rub your thumbs across his cheekbones as he stares starry-eyed at you. He offhandedly thinks you might've been an angel in your past life. He smiles gently and nods in your hands. He musters the courage to start rubbing his hands up and down your waist slowly. You feel so soft. He wants to hold you like this forever. However, his dick is starting to strain in response to the worried tone you're taking on. He'll never admit it out loud, but he loves how concerned you get over him. It makes him feel needed and special.

“I'm fine, ____, promise.” He hopes you can see past his white lie for once. Unfortunately for him, it's just then that you start to feel something press against your leggings.

“Jungkook...are you...?” you say slowly. His eyes widen as his entire body stiffens. Fuck fuck you felt him. Oh god, now you're gonna think he's a fucking weirdo that can't control his hormones. He should've never come over. Now you're gonna hate him forever! You notice his eyes start to well up and immediately try to comfort him.

“No! No baby it's ok! I'm not mad or grossed out please no tears you know I don't like seeing my pretty boy sad.” Without thinking, you softly kiss his forehead. He stares at you in awe and sniffles. Your pretty boy. The words swirl through poor Jungkook’s head on repeat. Did you mean it? Is he really yours? Did you really think he was pretty? Do you think about him the way he thinks about you?

“Y-yours? I'm...yours?” he mumbled. His watery eyes are looking at you like you're the center of the universe. Although you didn't mean for the words to slip, you didn't want to watch doubt cloud his eyes if you were to take them back. So you lean down and smile softly. “Mhm, mine. Always mine,” you see him glance down at your lips the closer you get to him. He starts to close his eyes and you giggle quietly at how cute he looks awaiting your kiss. You brush your lips against his and lean back teasingly. He whines and chases after you.

“You wanna kiss me, baby? Hm?” you smirk as you watch his eyes flutter open and give you a pleading look. “Yes, please. Wanna kiss,” he frowns. You notice his lisp is starting to show as you cause his brain to turn to mush. You like him like this. All whiny and pliant just for you. Your pretty boy. You guide his lips towards yours and caress your hands along his chest. All the sports he's been doing must be paying off since you swear you can feel every muscle in him tense. His tongue shyly comes out to twist against your own which causes you to sigh blissfully into his mouth. Your fingers brush over his nipples and you feel him gasp.

“Oh? Are your little nipples sensitive, baby? You want me to touch them?” he whimpers and nods. “Words, sweetie. You need to tell me you want me,” you say pointedly. For some reason, he feels like you're talking about more than just touching his nipples.

“Yes ____. Please touch me…I want you,” he says bashfully. You smile and praise him for being so polite, which in turn rewards you with a toothy grin and a cute nose scrunch. You peck his nose before you resume your little make-out session. Your fingers brush over his nipples once more but this time start to circle them slowly. His hips buck as he lets out a small moan that you swallow. Your hands sneak under his shirt to touch them more directly. You slide your hands up his muscular plane and return them to his pebbled peaks. He starts to whine consistently which only makes you wetter. God, he sounds so fucking pretty. Why didn’t you think to do this sooner? You direct your kisses to his jaw and work your way down his neck. You gently suck on his pulse point and it sends him into a full-body shiver. You giggle and tug at the hem of his shirt. He quickly obliges, tugging it off and diving back into you to continue kissing. He thinks kissing you has got to be his favorite feeling in the entire world now. Your lips are so soft and plump, the vanilla-scented gloss you put on smears across his smaller lips, making him feel dizzy and uncomfortably hard. His hands start to squeeze your hips again. They feel so soft and cushy, he loves how squeezable you are. He wonders if your cunt feels just as soft. Fuck he needs you so bad. He starts to rub himself against your clothed center as you slowly take off your tank top.

Seeing your boobs squeezed into your bra has him drooling. This has to be a dream come true. “Can I take that off too?” he says whilst completely honed in on your breasts. You laugh and nod, god could he get any cuter? He reaches around and clumsily fumbles with the hooks. He’s so horny he can’t even think straight. He already knows his boxers are drenched with how much precum his dick is producing. Once your breasts are freed, he takes a moment to fully take you in and the situation he’s found himself in. His favorite person in the world is grinding on his lap, half nude, and looking at him warmly. He’s definitely fucking dreaming.

He shyly dives his head into your neck and trails soft kisses down towards your chest. The closer he gets to your nipples, the harder he sucks. He wants to leave his mark, anything to prove that this is truly happening. Your weight on top of him and his hands feeling your soft skin is the only thing grounding him at the moment. You grab his ebony locks and guide him to where you want his mouth. As sweet as he’s being, you’re feeling just as needy for him. You grind a little faster which causes him to moan loudly against your nipple. His hand moves from your hips to play with the neglected one. His other hand encourages you to continue your pace on his swollen shaft. Back and forth, back and forth. This is pure bliss for Jungkook.

Your living room is filled with the noises of pleasure. Anyone unlucky enough to be your neighbor will know that not a single studying tactic is being used right now. But you can’t find it in you to care. All you care about is hearing Jungkook moan as loud as he wants as he orgasms. You briefly consider giving him more than this. Maybe wrapping your lips around his pulsing tip, or even sitting on him directly with no fabric in between. The thought of getting him to ruin his pants is too good to pass up though. You can imagine how embarrassed he might become, but it’s ok, you’ll clean him up. At this you smirk and put your full weight on him, snapping your hips to gain speed.

He gasps and his eyes widen. Why are you going so fast? At this rate, he’ll… “____ wait! I’m gonna-hngg-I’m not gonna last if you keep going!” You shush him gently and keep your pace. You need to see him crumble under you. He throws his head back as his hips can’t help but thrust into yours. His mouth opens and spills every sound he’s been trying to quiet down. He’s never felt this good in his life. His hand could never compare to this feeling. You lean down and whisper in his, “You gonna cum baby? Cmon Kookie, be a good boy and cum for me. Want you to ruin these pants.” He moans loudly and nods his head rapidly. He lifts his head to look at you as his eyes start to water. “I-I’m-fuck! I can’t! Please don’t stop,” he chokes out. Curses slip profusely from his lips as his moans rise in octave. Until finally, the dam breaks. He spills into his soiled boxers as tears stream down his face and confessions of his love for you leave his mouth. Your body shakes with your own climax and smile bigger than you ever have, you had a feeling he’d be the type to profess his love whilst cumming. He’s such a sweet boy. You tug at the back of his neck to slot your lips onto his.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants into the kiss. You both can’t stop smiling, this is everything you’ve ever wanted. You pull back with a line of spit still connecting you two. “I love you too, you know. So much,” you say as you gaze into his black orbs. He’s gorgeous, he has the same thought as he holds you close. His phone suddenly pings from your side. Damn, you had forgotten all about that thing. A message that makes you both simultaneously cackle and blush appears on the screen.

Tae:

“Hey so I got the stuff for the party, let me know when ya’ll are done fucking or wtv and come over 😒”

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elly99 · 9 months

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Cool With You

Contains swearing and revolves around anxiety.

Kim Minji for Vogue Korea. She glowed through your screen, as she did in real life, in stark contrast to the shadows rippling on your walls as you scrolled through the article. Her new song was on repeat. Quiet, but enough to fill the emptiness of the room. She was beautiful, you thought.

"My grandma always asks if I'm having a hard time and if I'm having fun. I didn't think much of it before. It just seemed like a normal way to ask how I was doing. But now, whenever I hear it, I reflect on myself a little more and my heart warms up, too. So I also try to ask the important people in my life the same thing. 'Have you been having a hard time? Are you happy?'"

You hear the words in her voice. She was so sweet, you thought.

Then the end of the song. A brief moment of complete silence before it repeats. A brief window for another voice to cut through.

Have you been having a hard time? Are you happy?

Your own. In your head.

Yes, you are having a hard time. You haven't been happy in months.

"Not again! I was just reading a fucking interview! What the fuck is wrong?"

If you're so important to her, why hasn't she asked you the same thing?

"Just stop. Just stop."

You're losing it. I know you are. I know you.

The song starts back up. It goes, "You know me like no other," but you didn't know who was talking anymore.

"No, I'm fine! I'm fine. I swear I'm..."

Suddenly the darkness of your room felt suffocating. You stand up quickly to turn on the light. But when you do the clarity is equally uncomfortable. All your insecurities, your fears, your worries in plain sight. You just want to hide. Turn off the light again. Sit back down.

"Ok, this is fine! I know how to deal with this. Just breathe slowly. Deep breaths through the nose. And count. One. Two."

Three. Four. Five. All this counting but when will you get your life together?

"Three. F-f-our..."

You try to get the words out but your lips won't cooperate. You can't feel them anymore. Just a tingling over your face. So instead you scream. In anger. Where is this coming from? Why couldn't you stop it? This didn't make sense. Stop feeling this way. This is stupid. Just be normal, you thought.

Of course it doesn't make sense. You're fucked up. You know that. Everybody does. Don't try to rationalize it because you won't be able to. You're not good enough for that.

You can't feel your legs. You can't feel your hands struggle to pick up your phone.

Wow. Are you really going to ask her to come over now? She's busy. Probably exhausted. The album is coming out tomorrow. Why the fuck would you bother her?

"Hey, babe! What's up?" The sound of her voice tethers you to the ground for a moment. Holds you close in the dark room.

"Minji, I... Hi!" You feign composure. But your chest was aching. "I-I'm good! I just wanted to hear your voice. H-How are you? Are you busy?"

"Well, I just got back from work..." she trails off. "Are you ok, baby?"

You're suddenly aware of your breath hitching. And you know she hears it, too. There was no point pretending. You needed her right now.

"Min... could you come over, please? I... can't..."

"Ok, I'm on my way." You hear her voice jump. Then her footsteps. She's running. "Baby, listen to me, ok? I'm on my way. Count down from 100 very slowly. And breathe deeply. If I'm not there yet, just count down again but I promise I'm coming. I love you."

She was so sweet, you thought, as your hands lost their grip on the phone. You smiled with tears running down your face.

"100. 99. 98. 97."

You know that's pointless right? The more techniques you use to try and stop it, the more you'll just remind yourself that you're a mess.

"96. 95. 94. 93."

Look at you go.

You clench your fists. Then your teeth. You still couldn't feel either of them.

"92. 91. 90. 89. 88."

You focus on breathing. Slowly. Lie down on the sofa and stare at the ceiling.

"59. 58. 57. I like 57."

You heard no reply. You felt calm. But you could never be too sure.

"17. 16. 15. 14."

Almost there. Where is she?

Shit. Focus. You shut your eyes and start whispering forcefully.

"She'll be here. 13. 12. 11. 10. 9. 8."

You hear your door unlock. Open your eyes and quickly stand up. A little too quickly. Your legs are still numb and you stumble. But she's there to catch you.

"I'm here, baby. I'm here. I brought our bear, too. Look!"

You look up and there she was. Your girlfriend and your bear. And the stuffed toy you both loved. She was smiling but her eyes were drowning in concern. She was so beautiful, you thought. She came all this way, carrying a huge toy, in the rain, after a very busy and tiring day, just for you. She was so sweet. She was so good to you.

She's too good to you. She's too good for you. You don't deserve this. You're not beautiful like her. You're not kind like her. You'll wear her out.

You couldn't take it anymore. You burst into tears in her arms. Breathing short and shallow.

She wraps one arm around you to pat your back and uses her other hand to pull your head towards her, stroking your hair softly.

"Baby, it's ok! I'm here now. I'm here. You're going to be ok."

You feel the warmth of her words penetrate the chaos of your mind. But there was still so much to get through. So much you were still feeling. Still so far from the ground. You cling to her tightly in desperation.

"Just hold on to me, ok? I'll take you to the couch. Let's go. Take your time."

She lifts you slightly. Not enough to carry you but enough to aid your trembling legs. She lies down first and beckons you to stay next to her.

"Come here. Let me spoon you, baby."

You do as you're told. Anything to keep you grounded. You knew her arms were the safest place in the world.

"Let's look at the ceiling together, ok? We've done this before. Tell me five things you can see in the room."

"Well... there's the ceiling... and the walls..."

"Mmhmm..."

"The door..."

"Yeah... that's three."

"I see your hands."

"Ok. One last thing."

"But you have two hands."

You can't see her face but you could tell she was smiling. She kisses your cheek.

"One more thing, babe."

"I see... your music video still playing on my laptop."

"Great. Ok. How about four things you can feel?"

"I can feel your hands. Your breathing. Your voice when you speak. And your warmth."

"I'll always keep you warm, babe." She kisses your cheek again. "Ok, now tell me three things you can hear."

"I can hear you. I can still hear Cool With You. And the rain outside."

"Now two things you can smell."

"Umm... I can smell your perfume." You pull a bunch of her hair close to your nose. "And your shampoo."

"Do you like the scent?"

"I do. I thought you didn't usually wear perfume, though."

"I felt like it today." Another kiss on the cheek. "Ok, for the last step, I came prepared. I brought chocolate. It's my superpower after all." She takes a small bar of chocolate out of her pocket and puts it in your hand. "What's one thing you can taste?"

"I taste this magic chocolate bar made by my Powerpuff Girl. This is really good actually."

"You must be hungry, baby. Want me to order food?"

"Yes, please."

After all that you're gonna make her order food?

You flinch. She knew what that meant. She holds you tighter.

"Hey, you're ok. Nothing to worry about. Just your girlfriend buying her favorite bunny some dinner."

She holds her phone in front of both of you. "What do you wanna eat, bunny?"

Even making simple decisions was hard. You flinch again. She holds you steady.

"Ok, ok. I'll choose for you." A kiss on the other cheek. "Done."

You feel yourself melting into her. Her warm embrace calming the storm in your mind just a little.

"Minji... thank you so much for this. For everything. For just being you. I don't know what I'd do without you..."

"Anything for you, baby. You know I love you, right?"

"I do. It's just I... Sometimes I don't believe it. Like, I'm just..."

She sits up and turns you towards her.

"Shhh. I know what you're going to say. Don't let that part of you even have a voice, babe. It doesn't deserve any space in your beautiful brain. We need to shut it out. Whenever it gets in the way, just listen to my voice. And even when I'm not around, I'm right here in your heart. Remember my words. You just have to listen."

"Minji..."

"And remember, when you feel that anxiety building, find where it is, grab it and throw it away. Just the act of physically trying to pull that anxiety out of your body can help. Even if it's not something you can really feel with your hands, the effect is real. You learned this, remember? You can do it. I love you so much. Ok?"

"Ok..."

She hugs you tight again.

"Let's talk about something else! Did you like Cool With You?"

The shift in her tone briefly lifts your mood.

"I loved it! It was soooo good. So cool. You're so cool, babe!"

"Aw, thanks, honey! We worked really hard on it. Glad you enjoyed!"

"You always work so hard..."

The way you trail off lets her know what you're really thinking. What you were about to say. Again she knows just what to do and cuts you off with another question.

"Are you excited for the rest?"

"Of course! I'm excited for anything you do."

"And I'm excited to share it with you! I like sharing my life with you."

Slowly she was pulling you back down. You were almost there. You begin to remember what normal conversation was like. For a while you lie in silence. Nothing but the sound of the rain and the song still on repeat on your laptop. But you can still hear faint thunder in the distance. Both outside your apartment and in your head.

"Do you mind me asking what the trigger was tonight? You know I just wanna help."

"I was just reading your Vogue interview while listening to the new song and somehow it all just came crashing down. It never really makes sense when it starts. But I was just reading how you said you wanted to ask the important people in your life if they were having a hard time and if they were happy. It just triggered a spiral of thoughts. Immediately I was reminding myself I wasn't happy."

"So... it was me?" The sadness in her voice hits hard.

"No, no! Of course not, baby. It's all me. My biggest insecurity is that I'm just this ugly, unhappy person just dragging you down. Like, why can't I be happy like you? Why don't I have my life together the way you do? I can't help but compare cuz you're just so amazing and out of this world to me. And that's not on you. That's just something I have to work out myself."

"Hey, no..." She tries to stop you but it all comes rushing out.

"And you're so pretty. You're so sweet. You're so talented and successful. Like, there's literally nothing to fault about you. You just feel so perfect and I just feel so inadequate next to you. That's why sometimes my brain gets in the way and doesn't believe that you could love me."

You notice tears start to form in her eyes.

"I really hate when you talk like that about yourself. It hurts. Cuz you'd never talk like that about me. Or anyone else for that matter. Why be so hurtful to yourself..."

"I know, baby. I just can't help it..."

"No. You can help it." Her voice was firm now. "We'll work on it together. Do it for yourself. And for me, too. Because it hurts when you refuse to see why I love you and why there's so much to love about you."

"I know you love me. It's just that I get so scared all the time that you'll get sick of me or I'll just drag you down because I've been a mess lately. I want to be good enough for you but faking confidence or pretending I'm ok doesn't really work."

"But you are good enough! I know you haven't been well lately but you've always gone above and beyond for me. The word inadequate shouldn't even be in the same universe as you. And it's ok to be a mess! It's ok to not know where you're going yet. I just found my career very young but that has nothing to do with how good you are and how successful you can be. We may have different paths but that's ok! We're in this together. I'm with you to the end, ok?"

You knew she was right. But it was just so hard. As you nod weakly in agreement, she pulls you in for another hug. She speaks more slowly now. Gentle and caring. You feel her voice reverberate in your chest.

"I'm so excited for your future. You may not see it yourself but I know you're gonna be amazing. Because you are amazing. You just need to trust yourself, baby. The real you. The one who knows all the reasons you're wonderful and why I love you. Do you want me to remind you?"

She pulls away with a smile on her face. Her smile that could outshine a thousand galaxies. Her smile that could comfort you a million times over.

"Actually, you have no choice. I'm going to remind you. Let me spoon you again."

You eagerly oblige, falling quickly into the safety of her embrace.

"Close your eyes and just listen to my voice, ok? So, do you remember when you first came to Korea? When we first became friends and you learned Korean in a year just for me?"

"Yeah."

"What does that say about you?"

"I don't know..."

"You do know. It means you're smart, hardworking and dedicated. And a sweetheart. Now you say it to yourself."

"I... um... what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Say it to yourself like you're complimenting a friend."

"I'm smart, hardworking and dedicated."

"Don't forget the last part."

"And I'm a sweetheart," you say, blushing.

"Yes, you are! Now remember when you started having a hard time and you reached out for help? You went to therapy and shared with me everything you learned there and what you talked about? You were at your most vulnerable and you still shared everything with me. That takes strength and courage."

"I have strength and courage." You pause. "This sounds cheesy."

"No, you're doing a great job, babe. Just keep going. Ok, now, remember when I was a trainee, whenever I'd have super long days, you'd come over to my place just to drop off some coffee or my favorite ice cream? What does that say about you?"

"I'm thoughtful and caring," you say, smiling this time.

"Good! You did it without me telling you. That's your confidence building! And do you remember all the gifts you got for me, my members and my family? There's too many to count."

"Does that mean I'm kind and generous? This feels weird. This just feels like I'm showing off."

"But who are you talking to?"

"You."

"No, you're talking to yourself. I've heard you give all these compliments to me before. And many more. Now you're just complimenting yourself. And it's not like you're lying to yourself. You know everything is true. You just need to be confident and admit it to yourself out loud. Take care of yourself like you take care of me all the time, ok? Be kind to yourself like you're kind to everyone around you. You need to be your friend, too."

"I'll try. But doesn't it sound like showing off? Like I'm too proud of myself?"

"You're just reassuring a friend! Telling them all the ways they're worth loving. It's not like you're going around telling everyone how good you are."

"Is this how you're always so confident, babe?"

"I guess!"

"You're incredible."

"So are you! Incredibly cute I might add."

You're blushing again. In the dark she couldn't see it clearly, but she knew you well enough to know that you were. Somewhere in the room the song repeats again.

"Do you feel cool with me, baby?"

"I really do, Min. You really do know me like no other. The way you helped me tonight - it's like you could read my mind. It's just like you said. 'What's the best?'"

"너의 옆에 내가 있을 때."

"Exactly. When you're here with me I feel safe."

You open your eyes. Saying those words out loud was the last thing you needed. You landed. She brought you all the way back. You were home. And she could tell by the way you were smiling.

"I'll always be here for you." She smiled in return. "Cuz I know you're always there for me, bro."

The first chuckle out of you that night.

"How are you feeling, baby?"

"I think I'm good, Min. Thanks again. You're the best. The best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you so fucking much."

"Then don't swear at me, bro!"

The first real laugh out of you that night. And she echoes it.

"Do you hear me, baby? Do you hear me laughing with you?"

"I do."

"You hear just me?"

"Yes. Just you."

"Do you see me? Focus on my eyes."

You turn around to look at her and see the way her eyes sparkle with encouragement. Her endearing smile pulling you out of the dark. Into the light with her.

"I see you." You smile. "But it's a bit blurry cuz I've been crying."

"That's ok! Can you feel my hands?" she asks as she gently takes both your hands in hers and caresses them slowly. "I've missed holding your hands."

"I can feel you. But my fingers are still a little tingly. And shaky."

She pulls your hands towards her and kisses both. "That's ok, too." She smiles again. "And you know, we listed reasons to love someone, but at the end of the day, love isn't a rational thing, either. The strongest love has no reason. Who knows why we fall in love? All I know is that I fell in love with you because you're you. And that'll always be reason enough for me."

#minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #kim minji x reader #newjeans x reader

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flippyspoon · 8 months

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Chess Vignettes: #1

(Ficlet- STRANGE NEW WORLDS)

Note: Okay, I think I've found my lil tropey thing wherein I'll likely write a million versions of pretty much the same thing lol. Chess flirting! Let's do this. These will all be stand-alone ficlets- no continuing story per se (probably).

Kirk nodded his head to the music playing in the Port Galley. He missed the ambiance the band had provided, but whoever oversaw the entertainment had put on an endless playlist of recordings for the evening. That could sometimes go awry. In an effort to be equitable, often the playlist was a diverse mix of genres from widely varying eras and cultures. It was a nice idea, but the whiplash of transitioning from a twangy Andorian blues song to an atonal Vulcan theramin ballad to a Terran hip-hop dance number could be…disorienting. Tonight, however, was devoted to Terran music of the 1950s and 60s. It was not played too loud, so he could continue the meandering conversation he had going with his favorite chess partner.

“I like this song.” Kirk rested his chin in his hand, elbow propped on the table, while across from him Spock glared at the chessboard as if willing his game to improve without his having to make a move. Kirk hummed along to the song. “What song is this?” He did not expect Spock to know. But the Vulcan had been so quiet and part of the fun of playing chess with him was usually the conversation.

“‘My Baby Just Cares for Me,’” Spock replied. “Nina Simone. Nineteen fifty-seven.”

Kirk perked up. “Now why do you know that? Not that you shouldn’t.”

“They have played it before. It is a favorite of Ensign Uhura’s. She often requests it.”

“Hmm.” Kirk smiled to himself. “I’ll have to ask her for recommendations. I like listening to old Terran music. I have my own favorites. But there’s so much of it. Then I think I should explore other cultures more often. Doubly overwhelming.”

“You would need several lifetimes to catch up on the cultural contributions of every Federation planet,” Spock said. “Several hundred lifetimes.” He finally made his move, snagging Kirk’s rook and coming perilously close to putting him in check, although the path was so obvious, Kirk would have no trouble avoiding it. That was good. He didn’t want the game to be over.

“Do you like music?” Kirk said.

“I play the Vulcan lute,” Spock said.

Kirk widened his eyes, a note of astonishment caught in his throat. It was difficult to imagine Spock playing a lute. Although, once he put it into his head, it was…not an unattractive thing to imagine.

“Uh, what songs do you play?” Kirk cleared his throat.

“Vulcan songs.” Spock met his gaze over the chessboard. Kirk had not made his move yet. He was pretending not to know what to do next. “Most non-Vulcans who are not also ethnomusicologists do not enjoy them. But…I have also learned to play cover versions of some songs at the request of crew members.”

Kirk had noticed that Spock liked to put on a pretense of disinterest sometimes, or at least that was how he read it.

Then he’d go and throw out chum like this and Kirk was only too happy to take a bite like the hungry little tuna he was. At least he was aware of it. He tried not to look too eager, shifting slightly in his seat and covering the giddy smile on his face with his hand.

“What- uh what songs have you played for the crew?”

“Captain Pike is partial to ‘A Boy Named Sue’ by Johnny Cash.”

Kirk had been taking a sip of his drink and started to choke. He knew the song. His grandfather had been a Johnny Cash fan. The thought of Pike singing ‘A Boy Named Sue’...

“Are you well?” Spock asked.

Kirk nodded, slowly wiping a few drops of Scotch from his lip with two fingers while pretending not to notice that Spock followed the motion with heavy lidded eyes.

“Pike sings?” Kirk said. “I mean, Pike sings when an anomaly is not forcing him to?”

The corner of Spock’s mouth turned up just enough that Kirk considered it a victory. “I do not know if what he does could accurately be described as singing.”

Kirk blurted a laugh, the unexpectedness of the joke making him guffaw right from his gut, a tear coming to his eye. Spock looked away, but Kirk could see it. He was pleased with himself. Kirk saw him breathe in, that almost-smile growing just a tick.

Another song started and Kirk sighed, pleasantly warmed by nostalgia. He stroked his chin and thought of his mother playing the song–’I Only Have Eyes for You’ by The Flamingos–as she danced around the kitchen, on furlough in Iowa, making cupcakes for Jim and Sam. Jim had not remembered how sultry and haunting the song was. He leaned a little further to one side in his chair, as the chessboard slightly blocked his view of Spock, but glancing away he noticed that people were leaving their seats in the Port Galley in a rush to look out the windows.

The neutron stars, Kirk realized. Pilo and Aero. The Enterprise had been watching them for weeks.

He looked across the table, anticipating that Spock would want to leave the game and watch a significant celestial event.

Spock was staring at Kirk, fixed to his seat.

..But I can’t see… a thing in the sky…

Ortegas walked by them, and thwacked Kirk on the shoulder. “C’mon, guys! Pile and Aero are merging finally! Don’t you wanna see?”

Kirk kept his eyes on Spock. He had a strange stinging feeling in his wrists and his palms were sweating.

I only have eyes for you…

“I’m good,” Kirk murmured, but Ortegas had already passed them by.

The people at the windows oohed and aahed at the merging stars and the music continued to play as Spock and Kirk stared into each other’s eyes for so long, he could not think of what excuse he could possibly make that would not sound nonsensical.

Do I need one? He wondered.

Spock opened his mouth, and just that slight movement made Kirk inhale, he gripped the arms of his chair.

“Your move,” Spock said.

...Sha bop sha bop..

#spirk #snw spirk #snw #snw kirk

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girlwifteef · 1 year

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"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summery: You and Kirk are talking and clear the air of any awkwardness on why you’re so shy and bond :P (fluff, fluff, fluffy, fluff.) (also not proof read)

TW: Alcoholism, mentions of drugs, name calling, anxiety, language.

PT 3

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

Your conversation migrated back to the kitchen where you both are now sitting opposite from each other on the counter top drinking water.

“I knew you guys were before I came here.” you embarrassingly admitted. It is an every day that you meet a famous band. You were shocked you were going through telling Kirk this, but here you are. “ as you can see, I have a great taste in music.” You jokingly boast pointing to your shirt. The only way you knew how to hide your anxiety was to laugh your way out of the situation.

Kirk left at your sarcasm, “Yep, I’m well aware.”

“I’ve been reading about you guys too. Listening to the music was awesome but I like reading what makes up the band, you know?”

Kirk quickly agrees with you, “Yeah absolutely! I do the same thing with music and movies. But why didn’t you say you were a fan?”

They were it was. The question you were dreading the whole night, “why are you so quiet?” you thought, “does she speak?” there is no denying you had social anxiety, but you didn’t like having to blow out about it when someone decided it was a problem. You didn’t want it to be anybody’s business because you’re the one who has the problem. You have several lines you have picked out when the situation in springs itself onto you. Most of them, being sarcastic, rude, and snarky with a dash of smart ass. But you knew now that you wanted to be honest with the guy you like. “ Well, I have some anxiety when I’m at parties, which is a big reason I don’t go to them, Beck does, though, all the time.” You say, trying to keep your voice loud enough so Kirk can hear you but quiet enough that other people can’t.

Kirk understandably nods, taking a mental note that you don’t like party’s. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but I don’t like being around people all that much either.”

You blink at his words, “But you’re a performer. You’re constantly on stage in front of thousands of people.”

“Yeah, but the talking part is my downfall.”

You tilt your head back while making an “ooo” sound. “Well, you’re not doing too bad right now.”

He chuckled catching your tone, “Heh, thanks. I could say the same. Could.” He smirked.

You let out a laugh, “Wow. Thank you so much Kirk, my anxiety is cured.” Lightly nudging his leg with your foot, you realize what song started to play. “Hey I know how to play this song!” You yelled over a very loud version of “The Trooper”.

Kirks eye were as wide as saucers, “You play?!” He asked, shocked and impatient waiting for your answer.

You nod quickly, “yeah on my guitar!”

Hearing this, Kirk wasted no time jumping from the counter, taking your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen. “Whoa, whoa, slow down! Where are we going!?” You laughed as Kirk and you ripped through the swinging doors and b-lining for the stairs. Barely missing the people you both were zipping passed

“You’ve got to be the coolest fucking chick here. I’m gonna show you something.” He said taking two at a time up the stairs. You never read anything saying Kirk had agility, you were impressed.

You quickly pushed the thought away as Kirk had almost run into someone as you approached the top of the stairs. “Holy hell Kirk, slow down! You’re gonna kill someone!” You cackle as you hear a faint apology leave him.

By shear luck, you both make it to the top of the stairs in one piece. You catch Beck’s curious eyes. “Don’t mind us!” Kirk yelled, whilst everyone now minding us. Not knowing in the moment how to respond to Beck, you shrug your shoulders as Kirk pulls you out of sight.

-Earlier after Beck’s chat with Lars:

Lars plopped down onto the couch with Beck sitting in the love seat across from him. “Beck I swear we were just having fun- Ow!” James and Cliff look up from the conversation they were having.

Beck cut off Lars’ statement by chucking a pillow at him. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, I told you that she doesn’t drink like that and it wouldn’t help.” She yelled pointing her finger in an accusing way at Lars, in result made him sink lower in to the seat.

“What the hell did you do now Lars?” James asked shooting a questioning look over to his friend. Lars opened his mouth to defend himself but was quickly interjected by Beck, “You’re drummer got my best friend drunk because he thought she “needed it”. You don’t know how she get when she’s drunk! It can be a serious hand full sometimes.”

“Dude it’s not like I drugged her!” Lars spat.

“I don’t fucking know that!” Beck fired back.

“Well I’m sure she’s fine now, Kirk’s got her downstairs, so could you both please. Chill the fuck out.” Cliff supplied, quieting the “brats” of the group as Kirk put it one day. Beck and Lars gave each other a glare before sulking quietly in their seats.

“Do you guys want to play Gin or do you wanna continue hating each other?” James asked. Beck gave a final look to Lars as Beck sighed and got out of her seat to play. Lars following suit and ironically, forcing to sit next to her. “Okay,” James began. “We all know how to play yes?” Beck, Cliff, and Lars all nod. “Great, Cliff you’re on my team.”

“What? Why do I have to be stuck with her!” Lars whined, like a child.

Beck whipped her head towards him and scoffed, “Fuck you, deal with it!” She yelled.

Lars shook his head and brought his elbows to the table so his arms could hold his head up. “Let’s just play.” He said admitting defeat which gave Beck a small sense of pride.

“So, it’s regular Gin but each set you make your opponent has to take a shot, for each run you make your opponent has to take a double shot.” James explained. They all nodded and began to play with Lars passing the 10 cards on either side of the table. It’s not even halfway through the first round when James knocks on the table.

“Fuck already?” Beck asked, not believing they’ve already gotten their cards sorted out.

“What do you wanna do now?” Lars asked Beck, there really wasn’t much they could do at this point, they barely had a set and the run they were trying to make looked pitiful.

“Well throw that one away and let’s see what we get.” Lars nodded and did what he was instructed. The card he pulled didn’t work in their favor.

Lars lowered his head, “Fock.” And Beck agreed. They knocked indicating they were done and they all laid their cards out. You couldn’t believe the luck Cliff and James had. Two sets and a run.

James grabbed the vodka and two shot glasses, “Read’ em and weep ladies. Time to drink.”

Smirnoff, Beck thought, of course. Lars and her both let out a defeated grumble as the reached for the glasses. Cliff poured the first, “Whoa, whoa, easy!” Beck held up a hand but Cliff stopped when he felt like it. Lars sighed with Beck and tapped the glass on the table before forcing the liquor down their throats.

Lars put his glass down first, “This was more fun earlier.” He pouted. Beck elbowed him as Cliff poured another tall one. This one was downed then two more, taking their punishments like champs they set their glasses down.

“Okay, again. This time we’re gonna win.” Beck stated catching her breath with Lars agreeing. James set it up and Cliff dealt the cards. Drone then on the game went like that back and forth. Soon, they were all too tipsy to even remember the game’s name and Beck completely forgetting her best friend down stairs.

“Ha! A red Ace!” Lars yelled drunkenly, “Go Fish!” Everyone laughed out loud.

“You fucking idiot, this is Black Jack!” James snorted, reaching to smack Lars and Becks cards.

Beck was pulled from the conversation when she heard what sounded like a stampede of buffalos up the stairs. “What the fuck?” She said turning her attention towards who was at the stairs. Her eyes were darting back and forth, struggling to stay on a still object. Oh, it’s Y/N, she thought. Why was she being dragged by someone who looks like Kirk?

“Don’t mind us!” Beck heard. She saw you shrug and disappear. “Well, ok then.” Lars said and everyone started laughing again as Beck hadn’t realized they had caught everyone’s attention. Beck went back to conversing with the group as her subconscious mind reassured her you were ok and with Kirk.

END OF PART 3!!!!!

A/N: Um let’s pretend that I didn’t just ignore everyone for half a year 👀. I hope you enjoyed, I’m currently working on Dave stuff so tell me what you want to read. Smut is iffy for me but if you request I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you sm for being this unbelievably patient.❤️❤️

Tag-list: @mybloodyvalentine09 , @lunesispunk , @kirkslov3r

#kirk hammett #cliff burton #heavy metal #james hetfield #lars ulrich #metallica #kirk hammett x fem!reader #kirk x you #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #metallica x reader #metallica x you

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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seventeen reacting to your group having a sexy summer comeback

request: I hope this doesnt go against your rules but could you do a reaction/short blurb about being svt's s/o and being in a girlgroup and they see you doing a "sexier" summer comeback? (Like Bingle Bangle - aoa, shake it - sistar,...)

a/n: i hope this is what you meant! it's my first time writing small blurbs about all of them

cw: a lot of comments about looks

genre: blurbs, fluff

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s.coups

jealousy is an ugly emotion, and seungcheol knows this. however, he can't help that he is so painfully aware that other people are looking at you when you look so incredibly fine. for most of your comeback, he's pouting - and for the remainder of the time he's thirsting after you. because no matter how jealous he is, he would never deny that you are the most gorgeous person that he has ever seen - and he needs you to know how much he loves you. he does this through many different kinds actions. praising your performance, listening to the album, and of course telling and showing you himself just how much he liked it. "you always look so amazing... now especially."

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jeonghan

he would tease you, so much. obviously, he loved it - but he wouldn't tell you that. definitely liked the fact that others got to see you like this, because he knew that at the end of the day you were his. whenever you would perform it, his eyes were stuck on you. not so surprisingly, he was very good at keeping his composure. even though his eyes darted across the stage, his face told audiences nothing - and nobody could tell that he was looking at you. he also loved the outfits you were wearing, and hated the fact that he wasn't close to you when you were wearing them. "why don't you wear this at home?"

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joshua

joshua quietly appreciates you. always smiling when seeing you, leaving lingering touches on you whenever he can, sneaking in a few kisses here and there... but in his brain there is nothing but absolute chaos. he's trying to be a gentleman, and support you through the promotions of this very well made album... but he's also pretty jealous. because of your comeback, you're very busy, and he wants to (needs to) spend time with you. of course, he wants you to focus on your job, and not him... but he also kind of wants you to focus on him and only him. when your promotions ends you will not get his hands off of you, this new and sexy image of you burned into the back of his eyes. "you did so well on your comeback... i've missed you."

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jun

he would seem indifferent, but he wasn't. he was freaking out, but he didn't want to show the fact that he was a little bit jealous. if you really paid attention, you could tell that he was getting extra touchy every time he saw you - especially if he had just seen one of your performances. when you would ask him what he thought of the performance he would get super flustered. "well... it's cute... you did very well..."

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hoshi

he would ask you to teach you the dance immediately, as soon as the song was out. if you were too embarrassed, he'd just learn it without you. and if the song came on the radio, literally anywhere, he would start dancing to it. he would be so proud, and not even care that it was provocative at all. "y/n, this is your part! wait don't go, i learned this part so well!"

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wonwoo

quiet, but wouldn't be afraid to show you how much he liked your new comeback. he would wait up every night, even if you came home very late, and take care of your tired self. while helping you getting ready for bed he would make small comments about your performances, complimenting you. if you were to ask him what his favorite part of the song was he would start blushing, and mumble out that he was focusing more on the dancing. "you did so well today, baby."

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woozi

jihoon would be complimenting the composition of the song to avoid having to talk about your performance. if he were to be asked about your performance, he would start blushing and stuttering - and that would definitely break his pride a bit. he really loved your comeback, especially the fact that it was a side he never usually got to see of you. you were usually so cute, and your comebacks were usually like that too. he had no idea that you could act like this. if he were to be in an anime, he would have a constant nosebleed. "well, i really like this part of the song when you sing-... ah... the performance? i... it was nice, yeah... you-... you looked very nice."

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he's so happy to see your comeback doing well. doesn't get jealous at all, he's just happy you're getting attention (as you should). but he does find himself watching the music video over and over again, especially if you're not around. when you're home he will be very hands on, and ask about your day and how promotions were going. "you look so pretty, oh my gosh... hey wait, don't pull away just yet - i want to hug you more!"

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mingyu

he's absolutely transfixed on your new comeback. from time to time, you'll hear your song playing a few times over in your apartment. absolutely adores this concept for you, the happy but sexy look is very good on you. definitely wants to watch you practice, especially if it's just him and you in the dance studio. he gets a bit upset that you didn't warn him about the concept for your new comeback. "you know that i can't control myself when it comes to you, right?"

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the8

another quiet type. he'd ask to see you practice, alone, because he wanted to see your technique. you knew that was a bullshit excuse to just look at you dancing, but you didn't call him out for it. he would give you pointers while practicing, about the most miniscule things - just so that he could have an excuse to touch you. sometimes he would get so caught up in watching your body move that he would forget to actually look at your dancing. when you would then ask him if you should change anything he had nothing to say. "uh... no? no. you're doing good, just... keep doing whatever you're doing."

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seungkwan

he would be so EXCITED! you had shown him a snippet of the song earlier, and now he couldn't stop humming to the tune everywhere. you would have to stop him from singing it in public, and ask his managers and members to stop him from singing it in vlives. once the song was out, he was constantly singing it proudly. he wanted to learn the dance with you, but you said you were to embarrassed to do it with him. at first he didn't understand, but then he saw your first performance. he was still very excited, but also very flustered. "... maybe i should've listened to the lyrics better..."

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vernon

he would immediately post the song to his instagram, leaving people a bit suspicious. so you asked him to take it down, but he refused: saying that you deserved the attention for such an amazing comeback. he really just wanted everyone to know how hot you were, because even though nobody knew you were together he wanted to make them jealous. in all honesty, he was incredibly proud of you for pulling off the concept so well... he just wish he would've known you could do all of that sooner, and he's definitely not scared to express that. "i didn't know you could be sexy and cute at the same time..."

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dino

he is very happy about the comeback, he loves it. he listens to the song everywhere, he looks at the music video almost everywhere, and he constantly tells you what a good job you did. only after asking you if you're comfortable with him talking to you about it, will he start telling you how good you look in it. "you look so incredibly sexy."

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the-al-chemist · 5 months

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The Lights That Never Go Out

Prologue: There Is A Light

Something is coming this Christmas… I’ll let these two start telling the story.

Warnings: mentions of difficult family situations.

24th December, 1988

Charlie was starting to regret not sleeping for longer before driving his brother and friends home. When the little blue car he’d borrowed from his father’s garage had left Hogwarts, it had been late evening. Now it was the early hours of the morning, and they were still airborne. At least before he had been able to see the lights from the towns below, now there were only the car’s headlights illuminating the endless expanse of night sky through which they continued to soar.

He had hoped that the others would have stayed awake with him, but he had been proved wrong. In the back seat, both Bill and Merula had fallen asleep, and from the way Artemis was leaning her head against the window, she was struggling not to doze off as well. Charlie glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She looked tired. There was no point in trying to keep her awake, so he turned down the radio, which was playing an old Christmas carol sung by a church choir. At least that way she’d be able to drift off peacefully, rather than humming along to the music.

However, as Charlie lowered the volume on the car radio, he realised that Artemis wasn’t humming along to the Christmas carol at all. She was quietly singing along to a completely different tune, her eyes glazed as she stared out of the window into the darkness.

“Take me out tonight, where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive.”

Charlie smiled to himself. He didn’t recognise the song, but no doubt that was because it was a Muggle song. Artemis loved Muggle music. He would have asked her what it was, but it wasn’t often that he heard her sing, so he stopped himself before he interrupted her.

“Driving in your car, I never, never want to go home.”

A fitting lyric, if ever there was one.

“Because I haven't got one anymore.”

Sadly, probably also true, in Artemis’ eyes at least. Charlie frowned. He doubted that Artemis was even aware that she was singing out loud. Now wasn’t the time to ask her about it, as much as he wanted to.

“And if a double decker bus crashes into us…”

Charlie blinked. Surely he’d misheard that lyric.

“To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.”

Maybe he hadn’t misheard. What kind of song was this?

“And if a ten-tonne truck,” Artemis continued to sing under her breath, “kills the both of us—”

“Well, that’s Christmassy,” Charlie muttered. He had said it more to himself than to Artemis, but she must have heard him, because she stopped singing.

“What is?” she asked, taking her head off the window to turn and look at him.

“Your song.”

“What song?”

“The one you were just singing along to.”

“I was singing a song?” Artemis’ nose wrinkled as she asked her third question, and Charlie nodded in response. “What song was I singing?”

“I don’t know. Muggle song, I think. Had a car in it,” Charlie shrugged, not wanting to really go into the details of the lyrics. They seemed too personal, somehow. “Lots of death and misery, too.”

“Oh. Festive.”

“Exactly.”

They were quiet for a bit longer, as Artemis fiddled with the volume of the radio to turn it back up, before turning it down again after a few more bars of choral music played through the speaker.

“Rubbish,” she whispered. “There’s much better Christmas songs than this one.”

“We can play some tomorrow, if you like. We have a wireless. Mum will want to listen to Celestina Warbeck in the evening, but I’m sure no one will mind if you want-”

“Does she do that every Christmas?”

“Yeah, it’s her thing,” Charlie nodded. “She loves Celestina Warbeck, and she’s so busy the rest of Christmas getting things ready, like the food and the presents for everyone. It’s the one thing she does for herself, you know?”

“Sort of,” Artemis replied. “How do you normally do Christmas?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what happens in your house at Christmas?”

“Oh, right. Well, usually Ginny wakes everyone up super early — she’ll get you up early, too, I’m afraid — and we go downstairs to open stockings. Then we play games and stuff until lunchtime, then after that we open presents. There’s a lot of food, so you’ll be happy.”

“Bill said there would be pigs in blankets.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Charlie half-laughed, half-frowned. “Do you not have them at your… Where do you normally go for Christmas?”

“My aunt and uncle’s,” Artemis told him. “Aunt Tina doesn’t like anything with pigs in it. She doesn’t really like Christmas that much, either, she just does it for mine and Uncle Newt’s sake, more than anything.”

“So it’s just the three of you normally?”

“And mum, sometimes. She doesn’t like Christmas at all, so usually she stays back at her house.”

“Do you have any cousins or anything?”

“Yeah, but they all live in America. I’ve not actually met them before, except for my grandma and granddad, and Newt and Tina’s son and his family. They came to visit one year when I was little. They were nice.”

“What about on your dad’s side?”

“My other granddad died in the war. I never met him,” said Artemis, drawing her legs up onto the seat. “And my grandma lives in a house for old Muggles. She has to have people look after her because she’s so forgetful. One time when she was looking after me, she flooded her whole house. I mean, it was fine, I just floated on a rug. But after that she wasn’t allowed to live by herself anymore.”

“Do you see her often?”

“Not since Jacob went missing. She never really remembered who we were, anyway.”

Charlie said nothing. He’d been surrounded by family all his life. He couldn’t imagine not having them around, especially not at Christmas.

There were more questions he wanted to ask Artemis, but in his peripheral vision he could see that she was drawing her legs ever closer to her chest, and moving head restlessly to look out of the window, even though there was nothing to be seen. She’d had enough of this conversation, he could tell.

“If you like,” he said, as breezily as he could muster, “you can have my pigs in blankets.”

“Really? Don’t you like them?”

“I do,” Charlie laughed quietly, “but I like you more.”

“It’s fine. I like you more than I like pigs in blankets, too,” Artemis said. Charlie made a shocked expression with his face, and she giggled. “More than pigs in blankets. Less than Bakewell tarts.”

“I’m not sure whether to be offended or not by that.”

“You shouldn’t be. I don’t like anyone more than I like Bakewell tarts.”

Charlie looked at Artemis, who smiled guilelessly at him and shrugged her shoulders, making him chuckle. At Artemis’ feet, there was doleful miaow.

“Obviously, I don’t mean you, Fergus,” she said, reaching down to put a finger through the metal door of the cat basket in the footwell. She turned to glance over her shoulder at Bill, still fast asleep, before opening the basket. “Come on. You can sit here for a bit.”

The marmalade-coloured body of Artemis’ cat Fergus emerged from the footwell, and Charlie shook his head as the cat made himself comfy around Artemis’ shoulders, purring loudly.

“Quiet, mate,” Charlie whispered, his eyes flicking to Bill’s reflection in the rear-view mirror. “You don’t want to wake up the Fun-Auror.”

Artemis grinned and stifled a yawn as she settled back into her seat. Charlie said nothing. She looked tired, and she’d need some rest to enjoy Christmas to the full, as she deserved to do. He didn’t mind driving without company for a while.

A pair of socked feet appeared on the dashboard to Charlie’s left, and a quiet hum resumed from the passenger seat. It sounded like the same song as before, but a different refrain this time.

“There is a light and it never goes out...”

Charlie smiled to himself as he listened to Artemis’ voice fade, watching the car’s headlights illuminating their path home.

#artemis hexley #charlie weasley #hp fanfic #hphm fic #charlie weasley x oc #al writes #the lights that never go out #thank you morrissey

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vendettaviraa · 2 years

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Singer!Reader P3

⇒ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

⇒ My Hero Academia

⇒ Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hado

⇒ The reader is a singer in the MHA universe and these are the students reactions to being Y/N's fan!

Izuku Midoriya!

Such a fanboy! He is such a huge fan and loves watching your latest interviews and performances online!!

Knows all of your songs by heart! Loves singing/humming along when he's by yourself

I can picture him copying some of your performances like dance moves or just how you act on stage

Lots of merch!! Lots of posters, signed items as well!!

While I do think he will own some clothing items, he doesn't wear them often because he cherishes it a lot

When he does make the time to attend to one of your concerts or signings, his face becomes very red and flustered and starts stuttering. You've ran into him a few times and there was no way you'd forget the green-haired boy since you found his nervousness very cute

Ochaco Uraraka

Absolutely adores you!

While she can't exactly afford to go to any of your concerts or even get lots of merch of yours, she does find other ways to support you and show her love for you

Whether that be watching all of your interviews, meetings, online performances and singing along

Her friends have definitely spoiled her on her birthday with your merchandise which she was very happy for that she actually cried

They were able to get a limited edition poster which you had signed with, "you're my hero Uraraka!"; hence why she broke out in tears

After all, being a hero was hard work and she tended to neglect her own feelings and well being.

She keeps the poster up in her dorm room on the ceiling above her bed so it's something she sees everytime she wakes up and goes to sleep

It was a gentle reminder that she was important, especially to you even if you had billions of fans, you loved every single one of them individually.

Tenya Iida

We already know this man's only passion is being a hero and saving people That is until his friends discovered how passionate he was for your music as well!

"Y/N?? Yes I know their music" Least to say everyone was shocked. He happily showed off his album collection of you, ranging from limited edition themed albums, to plain regular albums. He also had them on all types of mediums (records, CDs, digital, you name it he had it)

Definitely robot dancing in the crowd every times he attends your concerts, you've caught glimpses of his moves a few times since it's really hard to miss

It has made you laugh a lot ever since you've seen it, and he's pretty memorable in your eyes

Another reason why you remember him so well is because he's always at your fan-meets and signings. Like I said, the sort of robotic movement he has isn't hard to forget

I don't really see him having lots of clothing merch for you, rather just strictly collectibles so everyone can see how much he values you

He absolutely loves how much effort and work you put into everything you release, so that's why he always snatches it as soon as it comes out so you know it's worthwhile

Mirio Togata

What can he say? He's just so proud to be your biggest fan!

Owns a bunch of merch from t-shirts, albums, photo cards and stickers!

While I can see him more as a muted fan, meaning he doesn't go off on people about how great you are he does adore you a lot!

Has playlists for different moods just like Hado! Except they're mainly for studying and working out!

He's a bit bashful when he gets to meet you, you found it to be very endearing!

His lock screen on his phone is literally a picture of the two of you together that you took during a fan meet! He was definitely first in line as he had been waiting way before the doors even opened!

You were like a light in his life, how could he not be excited by your very prescence?!

Tamaki Amajiki

More of a reserved quiet fan! Even his friends weren't aware that he was a huge fan of you.

He loves listening to your latest songs during his patrols or while he's working out! Something about your melodic voice seems to ease him all the time.

When Mirio and Hado found out that he was a fan of you, they immediately took him to one of your concerts! Poor guy couldn't stand all the people at the venue.

Especially when you made eye contact with him! He immediately turned red and his soul left his body.

To which you felt bad that you caused the poor boy to faint so you gifted him a signed poster as well as a little get well soon card!

It's the only thing he owns of you merch wise since it has special sentimental value!

Nejire Hado

Always asking everyone if they like you or have heard of your songs! And if the answer to either or is no, she would proceed to hook them up with lots of songs!

While I don't see Hado owning any clothing merch, she does have posters and collects albums as well as fan cards of you!

I can definitely see her having several different playlists fitting different moods just from your songs! As well as running her own little fan account about you!

Loves loves LOVES attending every event you are at! A concert? Shes there. A fan meeting? She's there. She also buys a bunch of limited edition merch and VIP passes so you know her well!

#mha x reader #kaninabunny #mha #hado x reader #lemillion x reader #mirio x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki #deku x reader #ochako x reader #uraraka x reader #iida x reader #tenya x reader #my hero x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader

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havocskies · 2 years

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EDDIE MUNSON / LITTLE SISTER! READER HCS

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if you have the same music taste as him expect him to be talking abt it ALL THE TIME

like seriously the only people who enjoy the same music as him is his band and most of hellfire, he's gonna grab you by the throat from your room and you WILL appreciate some iron maiden and possibly some quiet riot as well

loves to take you to his gigs at the bar no matter how old you are. ofc if you're under 21 he's gonna try his best to keep an eye on you but this dude's ego is through the roof when it comes to his guitar playing and occasional singing so basically as his little sister you have to witness how cool your older brother is

even if you don't share his taste in music or clothing he'll make you a battle jacket or give you one of his old ones that doesn't fit anymore (just pretend like it doesn't smell like weed and whatever else he uses)

annoying. absolutely ruthless. comes into your room just to talk abt the most stupid thing that you don't even care abt. he's probably worse when it comes to gossiping than the popular kids at hawkins

being eddie's sister you probably wouldn't have the best reputation automatically. he's definitely aware and while he doesn't show negative emotions much he feels bad and tries to make it up to you in little gifts or by taking you places. he's determined to prove he's a better brother than what everyone else makes him out to be

doesn't let you touch his guitar but if you showed enough interest in it he'd get some money and surprise you w one of his own. he'd be so proud too, he'd probably want you to join his band and come with him on his gigs

brags about you all the time. you're the best little sister he's ever had (you two are the only siblings) and he wouldn't trade you for the world. even so he'd manage to throw in a little sibling like insults as well

remember when i said he loves to annoy you? yeah. take that to the full extent. if he could he'd likely throw you over his shoulder whenever you begin annoying him or he just feels like it. probably throws you on the couch or whatever wouldn't be likely to give you a concussion. he's not THAT bad of a person

loves discussing music with you even if you don't share his music taste. he'll barge into your room and force you to listen to a random song that he might've found or just likes in general and you WILL listen, even if he has to hold you down in order to do so

fights all. the. time. most of the time he's probably the one starting it simply bc he lives off of annoying people and making them uncomfortable, it's something he loves to do. as your older brother he knows ALL of your buttons and how to annoy you and he uses that to his full advantage whenever he wants to get his way.

holds the fact that he's older over your head all the time no matter how much older he is. he takes pride in it and obviously that means he's superior, so that last bit of icecream in the fridge? it's his automatically. you don't get it.

doesn't want you to end up like him when it comes to his reputation and addiction. he doesn't care abt what people think of him but he wants you to have a relatively normal life. he picked this reputation for himself, you didn't deserve it, too. if he ever overheard someone talking bad about you he'd immediately step in and insist you're WAY better than him, even if you actually aren't. he'll defend you forever

if you also play dnd he'd drag you to hellfire meetings as well (once you're older. the earliest age he'd actually let you tag along is probably 14 since hanging out w freshmen is something he does fairly often) he'd say that the hellfire meetings are serious and little kids aren't allowed. he'd still teach you how to play as soon as you were old enough to understand what he was saying, though

even though he's failed highschool 2 times already he is an absolute nerd, specifically when it comes to language arts. he was probably in a few honors english classes in his earlier years of highschool and when he eventually started caring about school less he stopped getting put into them. he loves to read and often tries to suggest books he likes to you as well

he'd try his best to help you w homework because even though he can't graduate he will certainly make sure you do. he's not the best at math and didn't care much for history but he'd try his best to help regardless if you asked him to

he likely wore eyeshadow and eyeliner in middle school and possibly his earlier high school years so he would in fact LOVE to do your makeup, thanks for asking. he definitely has a few pictures of your younger toddler self in heavy terrifying makeup because he thought it was absolutely hilarious to make you into a metalhead, and not knowing any better you would notice eddie laughing and decide you found it funny, too. uncle wayne was indifferent

doesn't talk abt your dad often if you're too young to remember when he was around. you may have heard eddie and uncle wayne talking about him and asked and both's faces contorted into a sort of sour expression. they tried their best not to talk abt him around you after that

if you were somehow popular and managed to get over the little reputation that was oh so generously handed over to you by the upperclassmen eddie wouldn't quite hate you for it. you're still his sister of course and a high school status wasn't going to change his view of you. he will definitely still tease you over it, though and occasionally ask for you to give your friends a good word on his behalf

his van is MESSY. like seriously, it's horrible. covid 19 probably originated in that very same van. his definition of cleaning the front seat for you is throwing trash in the back so it's at least able to be sat in but it reeks in there

loved to give you piggyback rides when you were younger and even older if it's possible. he'd definitely scare you a few times by pretending to almost drop you or body slamming you into the nearest couch but he'd be a very good older brother when it came to attention

if you were in the hellfire club he'd tease you even more relentlessly and the other boys would likely pick up on it at some point, but he'd insist he and only him could bully you. you were his sister after all, not theirs

if you ever dated anyone from the hellfire club he'd be a little against it at first as he wasn't quite sure how his friends would treat a girlfriend (they're all awkward guys that get no girls, let's be real) but if he realized you were happy w whoever you chose he wouldn't mind at all. he'd be glad one of his friends finally got a girl for once, even if it was his sister

if it was someone he didn't know however it'd be a different story. he knows how guys can be and he doesn't want you going through anything bad at all, he'd live up to his little reputation of possibly being a murderer if anything at all happened to you

if you got a girlfriend or any other kind of partner however he'd be a little shocked but he'd support you regardless. i personally hc him as omnisexual w a preference for men so he'd let you in on his little secret of being a boy kisser and insist there's NOTHING wrong w you for liking any gender other than guys

same goes for if you're trans. while he can't personally relate he obviously loves you no matter what and will support you forever

loves to tease you randomly and give you mean nicknames. it's just what siblings do, as he says, and since he's older he can do whatever he wants obviously

when you first get into high school he tries his best to give you tips on whatever you need to know. he learned the hard way high school sucks unless you're popular, which you likely wouldn't be just by being his brother in general. you associate w eddie you're unpopular, that's just basically how it works

he'd also automatically give you the option of at least hanging around the hellfire club just so you have some friends if you didn't already. he'd recommend whoever was closest to your age to be your best friend and honestly you'd probably be their best friend, they're all very welcoming when it comes to unpopular people and you're also eddie's sister, so you're automatically pretty cool

IF YOU WANT MORE PLEASE SHOW THIS SOME LOVE !!!!

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rayslittlekitten · 2 years

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Mommy and Daddy Time

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I've posted a fic. Sorry, I've been writing here and there, working on different WIP. My inspiration and creative juices haven't really been flowing much lately. Also, some life stuff going on which is why I've pulled back a bit, but I promise i am still writing. Just at a snail's pace. Thanks @lovebarefootblonde for taking a gander at this for me.

Word Count: 877

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader

Plot: Your alone time gets interrupted by your husband.

Contains: banter, fluff, some sexiness before it gets too spicy

The house is quiet, save for the music you’re blasting while you’re soaking in the jacuzzi tub. It’s Friday night and Lucy is out with her friends while Will is linking up with Pope who's back in town for a few days. They rounded up whoever could meet up at such a short notice. It has been a long while so you left the boys to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, stayed home because honestly, it's rare you get the house to yourself. You had ordered takeout and made ooey gooey brownies to indulge in later with some ice cream after your relaxing bath. Will and Lucy had bought you some bath bombs for Mother's Day earlier in the year and you haven't had a chance to use them.

Your eyes are closed and your head is leaning back, resting on a towel as you belt out along with the soft R&B song playing, doing a terrible job when trying to hit the high notes. You're very well aware that you cannot sing to save your life. It's been compared to nails on a chalkboard, but you still very much enjoy doing it anyways, really feeling the song. After your concert for one, you open your eyes to reach for the cup of wine you've been sipping on to clear your throat, getting ready for the next song but you get startled, spilling some wine into the tub when you see your husband leaning on the bathroom door frame with his arms crossed, staring at you with the goofiest grin on his face.

"Jesus Christ, Will!" you yelp with a hand over your chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he finally says, chuckling.

"How long have you been standing there for?" you ask, putting your glass of wine back down where you’ve been keeping it.

"Long enough."

"Most people would announce themselves, you creep," you chuckle as you lower your music.

"I tried when I got home and all I heard was music blasting so I followed it. Then I saw you singing your heart out so I let you finish." He pushes himself off the doorframe and starts walking over to you. “You were really in the zone.”

"You mean screeching like a hyena?" you laugh.

"Whatever you wanna call it, you were enjoying yourself so I didn't want to ruin the moment. You're just so darn adorable and sexy when you're in your happy place," he adds.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" You eye him suspiciously.

"Not much," he scrunches his nose. "A few whiskeys maybe. But I come home to freshly baked brownies waiting for me in the kitchen and then my wife naked and wet, listening to baby making music? It's like you purposely planned this whole thing out for me to find," Will says while toeing his sneakers off.

"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything." He puts his hands up in defense.

"You did not eat the brownies before me!" you gasp, sitting up straight. Although, you're not surprised. Your husband can't resist anything with chocolate in it. It's one of his guilty pleasures.

"I only had a tiny piece." Will pinches his thumb and forefinger together, squinting an eye, before pulling his polo shirt over his head.

"Left just enough for you," he winks.

"Babe, what are you doing?" you laugh as you watch him undress.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Will asks as he's unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, then pushing his bottoms down until he’s wearing nothing but a smile.

"What happened? Did you guys get into another contest on who can pick someone up? Did a pretty girl get you all riled up?" you joke.

"Nah uh," Will says, shaking his head as he climbs into the tub, making the water slosh around and overflow when he sinks in.

"This… “

You feel him grabbing your hand underneath the water and then guiding it to his erection. Your jaw drops and you giggle.

“…is all you."

"William! What if Lucy comes home and catches us?"

"We'll just tell her we're having mommy and daddy time," Will replies as he starts on your neck.

"Let's not traumatize our daughter," you laugh but a moan slips out when you feel his soft tongue caressing a sensitive spot.

"How are the guys doing by the way?" you ask as his mouth continues its assault on you.

"Can we not talk about the guys while I'm trying to make love to you?" he responds as he settles his body in between your legs.

"Is that what you're calling you sucking on my neck? Making love to me?" you giggle. "Also, we are not having sex in here. The water is gross. I've been soaking for the last thirty minutes in this sparkly shit."

"Yeah, it's actually pretty slippery in here," Will agrees. "Let's take this into the bedroom before we prune up."

He lays a deep passionate kiss on you. You smirk when you taste a bit of whiskey and chocolate on his lip. When he finally pulls back, he gets out of the tub to help dry both of you and takes your hand to lead you into the bedroom.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #will ironhead miller #william ironhead miller #will miller #will ironhead miller x reader #will ironhead miller x f!reader #triple frontier #dad!will #dad!will miller

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hchollym · 1 year

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whats some ways you like percy being characterised?

like any specific hobbies or interests you feel he should have, how he acts when he’s alone vs when he’s around others, and little quirks or habits he has that he doesn’t even realise are habits

basically, what can someone who’s writing about Percy, do to make him seem more realistic and alive? (i think thats the word)

Well to start, there's actually a lot to go off in canon, if you're paying attention:

Percy is socially awkward around people. He doesn't pick up on social cues (particularly when people don't want to be around him).

He's outgoing. People tend to write him as quiet or shy, but we literally see the opposite of that in the books. He likes attention (which makes sense, given how little he gets at home), and he's constantly talking even when no one is listening.

He's willing to break rules when it suits him. It drives me crazy when people write Percy as obsessed with following every rule, because we know that he broke at least two rules in the books: 1. He made out with his girlfriend in abandoned classrooms, and 2. He betted on a Quidditch game. He's honestly more concerned about not getting caught than actually following the rules.

He is in tune with his emotions. There's literally no proof that he was emotionally constipated - this guy wrote love letters to his girlfriend all summer and kept a picture of her.

He is very private in his personal life (probably in part because of the twins), and it's clear that his behavior (in private and away from prying eyes) with people he's comfortable with (such as Penelope) is different than his behavior in public (i.e. he's more relaxed, is willing to break some rules, doesn't brag as much, etc.)

We know he enjoys watching (and possibly playing) Quidditch, likes to sing (at least in the shower), can't play chess well (so probably doesn't do it very often), likes Divination, and must at least somewhat like to write (since he focuses so much on love letters, reports, etc.). He was interested in Greek Mythology too, because he named his owl 'Hermes.'

We also know he likes animals (at least some of the tamer/gentler ones). He asked for an owl as his gift for becoming a prefect, and it's also telling that Percy was the one who essentially adopted Scabbers & took care of him for 9 years.

Plus, he had his own set of Gobstones, which was known as the "thinking wizard's Quidditch." It wasn't super popular, and most of the older students grew out of it, but it seems like Percy still enjoyed it, since he never handed his set down to a younger sibling.

Now, as for anything else? We can all make any headcanons we want, but here are some of mine:

Due to the fact that he likes Divination, I picture him being interested in astronomy and astrology as well.

Since he likes to sing, it's safe to assume that he likes some type of music, but what type that is could be anything, so it's fun to see what people interpret! I personally like the idea of Percy listening to angsty, emo music (because he's dramatic as hell in the books) but also to love songs (because he's a romantic at heart; see the post above about Divination), as well as classical music (because he finds it soothing and it helps him focus).

I think he loved learning languages/about cultures, and as a result, he also wanted to travel/go on vacations to experience these other places (if he had the money to do so).

I think he's clearly on the spectrum (hence his lack of awareness of social cues). This is why he seems to have no sense of humor (he does have one; it's just different from his siblings). It's also why he comes across as narcissistic because he talks about himself/his interests a lot. It's fairly common for autistic people to do this as their way of trying to relate to/connect with people. It's not actually egocentric (in fact, a lot of people on the spectrum have low self-esteem, which I think Percy does about certain things as well).

To continue that same idea, many people on the spectrum retreat to their own hobbies as a way to relax and calm down, so I think that's why Percy hides away in his room so often in the books. He needs some quiet time alone, and it's likely why he's much calmer/less talkative when he's in a low-stress environment with just 1 or 2 other people that he trusts (like Penelope).

Many autistic people also have a desire to fix things (in the world), which is what we see from Percy every time he talks about changes he'll make in the Ministry of Magic. Last point on this topic, but I think Percy notices that he's different, but he doesn't understand why, which leads to even more overthinking and self-doubt.

As a fun extra, I also headcanon that he likes fashionable clothes. He had to wear hand-me-downs his whole childhood, so when he finally started to make his own money, he bought nicer clothes (such as the fancy new dress robes he wore to the Yule Ball). Plus, you just know he wore suits to work, because he firmly believed that appearances matter & he took the saying to heart that 'you should dress for the job you want; not the job you have.'

There's so much you can do with this character, within canon and in addition to it. Keep in mind though that you can always just make up whatever hobbies or interests you want for him too, because that's the beauty of fanfiction and AUs! 🥰

Thanks for the ask! 😊

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beauleifu · 1 year

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Hello beau, it's my first time asking in your blog so I'm pretty nervous (｡>﹏<｡)

so uh imagine Y/N has a piano (I think they also got one on Heartstrings fic?) and then they suddenly played Golden Hour in front of Syntax with adoration in Y/N's eyes

what would be his reaction? 👀

Anyway, if you don't know what Golden Hour, this is the song

YESS I LOVE THAT SONG, love it with a passion! And Y'ALL SYNTAX LOVERS COME GET YO JUICE (i've been gettina lot of asks regarding that lovely asshole)

Anyways, hope you enjoy! This one's a lol short <3

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You wake up in the middle of the night, only to indulge in your musical hobbies that you've been neglecting to take care and entertain your lovely roommate. You thought he'd stay asleep, but you were wrong.

CW: None

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Cold.

It's sweat, sticking to your body and the blanket that covers you. Grunting uncomfortably within the heat of your cocoon, you grip the edge and fling the blanket right off of you.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you sit up and stare.

You ache, not with sickness but from the way you'd banged around in your sleep, trapped in the horrors of your own mind.

It's late, the clock reading 3:26 a.m.

The window is shut tight, but the curtains had been pulled open, revealing the gibbous moon shrouded in clouds above the softly glowing city buildings. Despite burning with sweat, a sudden chill sweeps over your quaking figure, ghosts of your night terror prodding your brain.

A desire to escape seizes you, so strong that you leave your room, not bothering to be quiet.

The hallway is dark - everything is dark.

Suddenly wishing you'd grabbed a blanket for the ride, you clutch yourself tightly, shivering. Thoughts do, thankfully, leave you be, and you're free to wander your apartment without a care in the world.

The kitchen is your destination, sadly offering no more light than your previous occupations. You wince at the noise when you open the cabinets, drawing out a glass to fill it with water. And then, it's quiet once more. You stand, quite lonely-like, in the center of the kitchen, with nothing but a bare sheen of moonlight to illuminate your surroundings. A small part of your consciousness hints at a certain roommate waking up, but it's not very strong.

Slowly, the piano in the corner of the living room is brought to attention.

Like a twinkling, black canvas just waiting for you to explore it.

Thing is . . . it's been awhile.

Having a new roommate gave you a lot of new objectives, taking away each of your small pleasures one by one. It never bothered you, of course, but the piano does look lonely in the shadows. And it's been gathering dust.

Your baby.

You look around, finally coming to awareness.

Would Syntax wake up?

The soft thumb of your footsteps lead you towards the piano, already coming to a decision. You'd play quietly.

Besides, you need a distraction.

Gently placing the cup of water on the lid, you drag the piano bench out and sit upon it's velvety cushions. Your fingers tremble already with anticipation. Blowing out a quiet breath, you lift the fallboard, and with sparkling eyes scan the black and white keys beneath. Syntax won't wake up . . . if he did, this'll put him right back to sleep, anyways.

You already have a song in mind to play.

For a few minutes, you're just lightly tapping keys, making sure the piano is properly tuned. Then, the lasting anxiety just has you tenderly (yet gently) playing the softest tune you can.

Then, you're ready.

You start off just as quietly as before, playing a song you'd learned well.

". . ."

A smile tweaks the corners of your lips at the fond tune. Oh, you missed this, so much.

And then, it's time for your vocals to join.

"It was just two lovers,

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde,

Fallin' for each-other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish,

It's no Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother Like, "Where you at tonight?"

Your smile grows wide as you continue, fingers dancing elegantly over the keys. It's a warm, fond feeling, as though you're floating on a cloud. 3am piano playing never fails.

No one is here. You're blissfully alone.

Just you, your voice, and the piano at your fingertips-

Green eyes flash into view.

At first you think nothing of it, softly singing as you tap the chords. But then you see it again, beyond the lid of the piano, and your eyes dart up for a second.

In that brief moment, you catch a figure standing just beyond the piano, dressed in plaid, dark pajamas.

Syntax gazes right back, green eyes wide.

Oh shit.

You'd woken him up, you'd disturbed him in his sleep-

What was once your heart is now a hammering, freezing chunk of shot nerves and guilt. You're about to stop playing, lips already maneuvering to apologize for your carelessness - but Syntax is quicker. He reacts with the subtlest movements of his already raised hands, fingers splaying outwards as though trying to calm you down. As though saying 'hold on, it's all right'.

You notice his eyes, then, filled with surprise - yet a mixture of awe and adoration that shoos your panic and doubts away like little butterflies. They settle in your chest, a flurry of nervousness and excitement.

Syntax then tilts his head slightly, encouraging you to keep playing.

Your smile returns.

The piano is once again lit up with music.

"I was all alone with the love, of my life,

He's got glitter for skin,

My radiant bean in the night," you sing, tweaking the lyrics to better suit your partner. He takes a small step forward, then another, a rare smile blossoming on his features.

Your eyes dip down for the briefest of moments to the keyboard, but for the most part, you're locked within Syntax's beautiful eyes.

Then, the song slowly comes to an end, the last note ringing softly.

You smile uncontrollably.

Yes. Syntax had woken up, but it was worth it.

To see that smile.

"That was stunning, my darling," Syntax is saying as you shut the fallboard, walking forward with his hands outstretched. "I had no idea you could play the piano."

You're quick to come around the piano and fall into his arms. "Did I wake you?"

"I'm glad you did."

For a brief moment, you allow the guilt to motivate your next words. "But you're finally letting yourself sleep more," you pout.

Syntax smiles down at you, features warm and genuine.

"Darling, I will sleep more if you play your sweet songs more often."

"You really like making deals, huh."

"I like making deals with you, love," Syntax hums. He tucks his hand in its rightful place under your ear, fingers brushing gently across the nape of your neck. You grin up at him, thrilled with the song that still echoes through you.

So he's willing to bargain. Good. "I'll play the piano more if you sleep more."

"I'll sleep more if you play the piano."

"So we have a deal?"

Syntax leans down, taking your lips in his in a soft kiss. You grasp his arms, one hand going up to cup his cheek. The darkness no longer bothers you, no longer chills your bones.

You're body is warm with the heat of Syntax's embrace. And suddenly, you don't want to be anywhere else.

Why the hell did you make Syntax sleep on the couch again?

Oh.

That's right.

He was being an asshole. Funny how a little key-playing can wrap him right back around your little finger.

The spider demon leans back, eyeing your features. "What's that look for?"

"I just realized something," you say innocently.

"And what is that?"

You take his hand, tugging him gently to the couch. Or to your room. You can sleep anywhere right now, and considering it's only 4 am, there's plenty of time left to catch some Z's. "I'm tired. That's what I realized. And so are you, so come."

"To bed? I thought I was banished to the couch," Syntax teases, barely hiding the surprise in his tone.

Sighing, you smile at him. "I've had a change of heart."

Green eyes blink at you, full of fondness. Even in the shadows of night, his facial features are softly illuminated by traces of moonlight. Once upon a time, you were afraid of that face.

But now it only brings a smile to your lips.

Suddenly, the spider demon bends down, strong arms slipping under your legs and arms. In one move he picks you up bridal style, halfway across the living room. You gasp in surprise, rolling your eyes at Syntax's next words.

"So have I."

"Pfft!" You say, swatting his shoulder. "All right, you. Now you're banished to my room for the rest of the night."

He cocks a brow, sharp teeth showing through his smile.

"Banishment is supposed to be a bad thing."

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

Syntax merely smirks at you, tightening his grip for a brief moment. You lean against him, smiling fondly. Maybe you should play the piano at 3am more often.

#lmk #lmk syntax #syntax x reader #lmk oneshot #lego monkie kid #fluff #3am adventure #y/n can play the piano #romance #short n sweet #you're sealing your fate with this #he wont let you go #not even to work #I can't help you

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viewmasterfeeling · 2 years

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so i stayed in the darkness with you

ao3

SUMMARY:

The worst of it is, Vecna wasn’t wrong. Especially about the painting. Will was stupid to ever tell Mike how he felt, and Mike has every right to hate him now…

And yet, somehow, Mike doesn’t.

(This fic takes place in a scenario where Will has already given Mike his painting and confessed his feelings, and also survived Vecna's curse.)

Click. Rewind. Play.

Will sits on the couch in what used to be El’s bedroom in Hopper’s cabin. He’s resting, listening to Heroes on loop though a pair of old, crackly headphones. The others are conversing in another room, talking in circles about how to defeat Vecna, no real answers in sight. When Will had left them to sit in here, they seemed worried, but he brushed them off, saying he was fine and wanted to be alone. Everyone reluctantly agreed, except for Mike. He’s been clinging to Will’s side ever since it happened, and Will feels too weak to protest. Earlier, he’d feebly tried to assure Mike that it was okay, that he was okay. Mike stayed firmly by his side, and now, he keeps checking on Will.

Everything Will saw in that vision– it’s still running through his head. He saw things he’s been trying to forget– horrible, warped imaginings of the future, and the most negative of his thoughts come to life. That he’s unloved, forgotten. That this pain will never go away. That when they find out the truth, they will all hate him. That Mike will hate him.

Mike still hasn’t given a real response to the painting, and Will wonders if the meaning went over his head. It was kind of subtle, but still, Will had basically poured his heart out. And Mike hadn’t said anything; he only looked surprised. And then they were interrupted, and they haven’t had a real chance to talk about it since then. And, of course, Vecna had used that in his messed up curse…

“You are living in a bubble, a foolish bubble of hope. He does not really understand you, Will. Nobody does.”

It’s part of the loop that keeps repeating in his head, the loop of twisted visions that still make Will’s skin crawl. The worst of it is, Vecna wasn’t wrong. Especially about the painting. Will was stupid to ever tell Mike how he felt, and Mike has every right to hate him now…

And yet, somehow, Mike doesn’t.

Instead, he sticks to Will’s side like glue. He’s heart-achingly overprotective, putting blankets around Will and getting him glasses of water and asking him if he’s okay. It’s nothing new, but… it’s been a while. Will gets d éjà vu from when he was… well. Two years ago.

So much has changed since then, so he didn’t expect… Well, it’s nice to be remembered. Even if he lies every time Mike asks.

After Will’s confession, the comfort of Mike’s presence is accompanied by uncertainty. Everything is the same, everything is different. It’s too confusing to think about. He feels like… Maybe it would be easier if Mike just forgot about him.

No. No, that’s ridiculous. But… maybe…

Footsteps snap Will from his thoughts. “Hey, what’s up?” Mike asks, sliding into the spot next to Will on the couch.

Will blinks and says, “Hm? Oh, nothing, I’m fine.” He’s only vaguely aware of what’s going on, though. Half of him is still stuck in that loop.

Mike stares at him with intense concern. “Will. You almost just died.” His voice is quieter than usual. It’s soft and serious and full of worry. Will blinks, surprised. His awareness increases in the presence of Mike. Like Mike is a lifeline.

“That was like, three hours ago, Mike. And I have my song. I’m okay.”

Mike looks doubtful, but stays quiet. Neither of them speak for a while. Will thinks Mike should get up and join the group, where he’s most needed. He could probably save the world with one of his ideas.

Instead, he stays. He stays with Will. It's not quite surprising; it’s Mike.

“Hey, um…” Mike starts, shifting the tone. “I wanted to talk to you about… everything.”

“Everything?” Will asks, but he knows what Mike’s talking about, and sharp anxiety fills his stomach. Now he’s awake.

Mike glances at the open door, where light filters into the dark room. He avoids Will’s eyes, and Will’s stomach drops. “Yeah,” Mike finally says. “But can we go somewhere… somewhere else?”

“Okay,” Will responds too quickly. He’s kind of suffocating in anxiety at the moment, which is not great on top of everything else, but it’s fine. Everything is fine.

Everything is not fine. Vecna showed him that. Everything is not fine, and if he keeps pretending, it will break him. It’ll tear him apart, and no one will ever know.

Mike stands and holds out a hand to help Will up. He blinks and then realizes everyone is still sitting in the main room. He doesn’t want to see them, but he doesn’t know how to tell Mike.

They leave the dark room, and Will avoids looking at the others, but he can still feel them watching. “Will needs some air,” Mike tells them, and as he does he puts an arm around Will’s shoulder. His heart skips a beat.

The two of them step outside, and the chilly air helps bring Will out of his head and back to reality. The anxiety that’s been steadily growing in his stomach has been helping with that, too. He’s about to get a response to all of the stupid shit he said before, and he’s terrified.

He could lose Mike.

Shit.

Mike leads Will around the cabin until they reach a wall with only one darkened window. No one to overhear whatever it is Mike’s about to say. The scene is only faintly lit by moonlight trickling through the trees.

Finally, Mike draws his arm to his side, leaving Will to shiver in the cold. He tries to casually lean against the wall, heart pounding, head racing. Why is this almost scarier than facing Vecna? Maybe because Vecna’s visions weren’t real, but right now, the reality of rejection is right in front of him.

He hopes this’ll be over quickly. Mike wouldn’t cause him pain on purpose, especially when Will’s in such a fragile condition… he thinks. He hopes. Because, yeah, this will probably break his heart. It’s fine.

Will looks up at Mike, who’s glancing at the ground. Mike meets his eyes, causing Will to glance away.

“I just want to say…” Mike starts, and Will looks up. Mike wrings his hands, and his eyes dart around anywhere but Will’s face. “I don’t know. In case something terrible happens, I just wanted you to know…” What? Will’s eyes widen, and his heart rate picks up, and he watches Mike’s moonlit face. Mike is blinking and avoiding Will’s gaze and he looks… not angry. No. Nervous. Mike looks nervous. “Well, I’ve been thinking a lot, and…” Mike lets out a shaky breath. Finally, his eyes meet Will’s. There’s something in his eyes, something world-altering. Larger than life, larger than Will deserves. Will blinks, frozen, waiting for Mike’s next move. His mind is racing, but one thought beats loudly in his ears:

This doesn’t feel like rejection.

And then, in a quick motion, Mike gives his head a small shake and steps forward into Will’s space. Will’s breath catches. “Can I…” Mike puts his hands on Will’s shoulders and waits for a response.

Oh.

Will can’t do anything but nod. Mike leans in and Will meets him. There’s a breath, a moment, before Mike closes the gap and they’re kissing. Oh.

It’s not fireworks; instead, it’s something soft and warm and nothing like Will expected, but he might explode with all the butterflies and warmth and everything he’s feeling right now. His hands find Mike’s face, and this doesn’t seem real, it seems not possible, Will’s heart is exploding… He just wants to cling to this moment. To wrap it in a blanket and relive it forever and to never, ever forget it.

The two of them separate and stare at each other, breathing heavily, both equally stunned. The forest is quiet. Everything has slid into place.

And then, Will feels himself smile. And Mike breaks into a grin.

“I just…” he looks off to the side, and then back at Will. They’re still standing so close. “Your painting, it’s beautiful, and…” His expression sobers, and he watches Will with an intensity as he says, “I remember it, too. Well, obviously, since, you know…”

It was the best thing I’ve ever done. The moment Will has never forgotten, that helped him fight back against the Mind Flayer, that he mentioned when he gave Mike his painting. The swingset. The first day they met.

Will nods, still staring, still in shock. Mike continues, “But… I still remember. And…” He bites his lip and looks right into Will’s eyes. Will’s breath catches as he says, “It’s still the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“Oh,” Will breathes.

“And, I…” Mike’s eyes downcast. “I’m just, I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing. But…” He looks up at Will again, tears in his eyes. He smiles softly. “I feel the same.”

“Oh,” is all Will can say again. He blinks and a tear starts streaming down his cheek. He hesitates for a split second before pulling Mike into a tight hug. Mike hugs back, resting his head on Will’s shoulder, not letting go. And maybe the emotions are running too high, because Will is full-on crying now.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” Mike asks, pulling away from the hug to examine Will’s face. Will shakes his head and pulls Mike back into the hug. Mike hugs back tighter as Will cries. He rests his head on Will’s shoulder. They embrace for many moments.

Will’s voice shakes as he belatedly responds, “I think I’ve just had a long week.”

Mike chuckles. Will lets go and only then does Mike step away. They stand in silence again.

“So… what now?”

Will glances at the cabin. “Maybe we could just… talk for a while?” He looks earnestly at Mike.

Mike nods. “Yeah, okay. Do you wanna sit down somewhere?”

They find a not-quite-comfortable place in the trees. In the brisk woods, they sit and talk for longer than they’ve been able to for months, and yet not long enough. Will wishes that they could just stay out here forever.

The cassette clicks, and he’s hit by a wave of exhaustion. He shivers.

Mike frowns as Will begins rewinding the loop. “We should get you back inside. It’s not good for you to be out here in the cold.”

“I’m fine.” He shivers again.

“Will.” Will looks up and his breath hitches at the way Mike is looking at him. Softly, intensely.

Shrugging, he mutters, “Okay,” and lets Mike help him up. Mike puts an arm around his shoulder again and Will lets himself lean into the touch. They return to the cabin in silence. Will feels himself smile again. As they enter into the light of the main room, Mike pulls his arm away and Will tries to return his face to a neutral expression. They make for the other room…

“Mike! Will!” Nancy calls, stopping them where they stand.

Mike rolls his eyes. “What?”

Nancy looks at Mike, then Will, then back to Mike. “We have a plan.”

Thank you for reading! More fics by me

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #my fic

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clover-46 · 9 months

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I just got done with an 8 hour shift. How are you doing dearest?

At least I had Musician Gavin to keep me company!

Gavin who has kiddie merch that has a design Caelum made while the adult merch has him on it. Gavin who is trying to convince his PR manager to let him pull a Red Hot Chili Peppers and be naked on stage with just a bass guitar covering his personables. (they keep telling him no, even if they put a 18+ warning on the concert ticket site.)

Gavin who just sheds his shirt during concerts instead. And really, who can blame him? Those stage lights are hot and he's doing physical activities. He gets hot. And so does the person who catches his shirt that he throws out into the crowd. And so does the front couple rows that can see the sweat drops trace his skin and every muscle. 🥴

And he'll dance to his songs too. The edits that come from that really should be illegal or behind a paywall. I'm talking about like these types of edits:

https://youtube.com/shorts/EUNjng_hj34?feature=share

https://youtube.com/shorts/mT3woQTdGw0?feature=share

(I got flustered finding these clips omg)

Freelancer who got a backstage pass because they caught Gavin's shirt and the pass was clipped onto it. They go backstage, just clutching onto his shirt and butterflies are in their stomach. Because they get to meet THE Gavin face-to-face. The manager ushers them into a room with a couch and tells them to wait here because Gavin is getting some water and such. Which they're okay with because they need time to calm their nerves.

So Freelancer is just pacing and trying to calm their racing heart, not realizing that Gavin is already in the room, but his manager didn't know that.

"If it helps calm you down, you can wear my shirt Deviant." And they nearly jump a couple feet in the air because he came out of fucking nowhere. And then they realize that he's still not wearing a shirt. But he is aware that he's still half nude? So they hold the shirt out to him and he just smiles that arrogant little smile of his and moves closer to push the shirt closer to their chest again.

And so they get to have this conversation with Gavin, getting more comfortable as they talk about any topic under the sun while he's just lightly tracing patterns on their knee or lower thigh while they sit on the couch.

Gavin who's so unused to fans wanting to just talk to him, usually they flirt and such with him. But this a refreshing break. So he's content to listen as Freelancer talks about forestry, mushrooms, how much they want to help people, how they love his music, ect.

Freelancer who realizes they've just been talking his ear off for the past hour, grows quiet again while apologizing. But Gavin just takes their hand and presses a kiss to the inside of their wrist.

"You don't need to apologize for having an interests and talking about them, Freelancer. I like hearing you talk." He says. And Freelancer just feels all warm inside.

"You're one of the few that do." They respond and Gavin smiles before handing them his phone. They're different from the other people he's met in his life. He tells them that they can call or text him whenever they want to talk, and they can even hang out when he's in this area again.

And maybe he tells his manager that he wants this location to be a permanent spot on any future tours, press runs, retreats, all of it.

Who's to say?

-🙊

i just got done with a 2 hour shower!! sorry i didnt answer this sooner i took a reallyyy long nap and then the shower BUT HERE I AM.

STARTING OFF STRONG I SEE and is caelum his adopted son or something because 🥺🥺🥺

i have no words to describe how i was feeling when i read this part

mushrooms and forestry lmaoooo once again and i am a freelancer kin

god. i love them AHHHHHHHH 💖💖 (i was also feeling warm inside 😭)

i just watched the edits and omg why did i have a feeling it was gonna be jackson wang

@messenger-of-stupidity

#clover answers ❗️#🙊 anon #BRO I KEEP FORGETTING TO POST THINGS IN MY DRAFTS IM SO SORRY ANON 😭

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tellmegoodbye · 8 months

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hi!!

going off of what you recently said about being asked about music, I’m going to ask you about music! I love discovering new music so who are your top artists and your top songs?? either currently or all time

HI I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW THANK YOUUU

Okayokayokay I'm calm I promise :)

My favorite band of all time is linkin park, and honestly they always will be. Now I'm sure everyone knows all of their popular songs, but I'm going to go ahead and recommend a criminally underrated album of theirs, which is A Thousand Suns.

Now even though LP is my favorite band they obviously have not been active since 2017, so I'm going to also talk about my favorite band that's still currently active, and my second favorite band of all time. Shinedown!

If you're wondering just how much I love this band, I am about to see them for the fourth time at the end of the month! They are honestly so good live so if you're into rock music and looking for a damn good concert experience, I highly recommend catching one of their shows!

I know the lone star (and og) fandom is at least somewhat aware of them because whoever chooses music for these shows does not know how to miss 😊 and the song they used in the second episode of lone star, how did you love, is one of my favorite songs by them. I literally got so excited when it started playing and started singing along. A very memorable moment for me while watching this show! (I also have a shinedown shirt with the lyrics "every day is do or die" on the back...I promise I am normal about this band 😂)

fun fact: if you've seen me lurking around on my main, leave-a-whisper, that is a reference to their first album! I also reccomend the Sound of Madness album. These two are their two best albums in my opinion!

there are so many bands I could mention so I'm just going to mention a few more quick ones so that this doesn't become an essay. I also have last.fm if you want to take a look any bands I don't mention here, cause there's a lot!

Speed run under the cut! Trying to keep this at a reasonable length here 😂

Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin, I grew up listening to these bands! middle school harley practically lived and breathed one-x and phobia.

Halestorm, one of my favorite bands with a female lead. Lzzy's vocals are fucking insane and the music is extremely fun and empowering.

Speaking of amazing female leads, if you're looking for some metal (or just curious about getting into the genre) I really love Jinjer. They are insane live and Tati is a phenomenal vocalist.

I also dabble in prog music. I pretty much grew up listening to bands like Dream Theater and Porcupine Tree. Insane talent in both of these bands. One album I really love and reccomend is Deadwing by Porcupine Tree.

O.A.R, my childhood. My parents introduced me to this band when I was very young and I have loved their music ever since. I can't really compare them to anyone else, but I reccomend listening to songs like heaven and love and memories. Those are a couple of my faves!

I don't really listen to much rap music, but NF is a massive exception. His lyrics are always amazing and the music is just really fun, sometimes really angsty.

Bad Omens, Dayseeker and I Prevail are some good metal bands to get into if it's usually not a genre you'd enjoy. Amazing vocals.

Album recs!

I have been listening to To Be Everywhere is To Be Nowhere by Thrice. It's an amazing album. My favorite song off of it is Hurricane.

My favorite album that came out last year is Spirits by Nothing More.

My favorite albums that came out this year are Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token and Dead Club City by Nothing But Thieves.

Finally, some song recs!!!

Atlantic - Sleep Token

Satellites - Periphery

Higher Place - Malevolence

Familiar Taste of Poison - Halestorm

Mourning Song - Holding Absence

The Red - Chevelle

Tears Don't Fall - Bullet For My Valentine

Breaking My Bones - Friday Pilots Club

Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away) - Deftones

Dying is Absolutely Safe - Architects

One More Light - Linkin Park

Death By Rock And Roll - The Pretty Reckless

I could mention sooooo much more but this is definitely enough for now. As you can see my music taste is very rock and metal heavy and I know that's not everyone's thing, but if you're unsure then definitely give some of these bands a try!

#I've peaked at the setlist for shinedown's show and it seems theh wont be plahing how did you love #but if they do...I will definitely get it on video for y'all #I can also do specific song recs for shinedown because they have so many amazing songs that it would have to be a separate post #also brent smith is truly an incredible vocalist #the things he did with simple man are just so creative and made it so much better than the original #asks #harley talks music

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