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brightside-of-the-upsidedown · 11 months

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I'm not sure how I'll continue it yet, but this is the infamous pastel grunge punk!Steve I ended up writing instead of tentacles, so enjoy XD

Sparked by this beautiful post

By @discodeviant because while I was reading, Beggar's Song by Matt Maeson started playing in my head.

Steve looked into the backroom bathroom's cracked mirror and fixed his hair for the seventh time in the last thirty minutes. It was practically a ritual at this point when he was nervous. Well, maybe it'd become his lucky thing after tonight.

He brushed the hair away from his face and clicked his tongue ring pensively. From one side, his new haircut still had his usual thick brown voluminous waves with highlights that nearly brushed his shoulder. From the other side, he'd had it trimmed down into a disconnected undercut and dyed baby pink. He'd originally been planning on dying all of his hair pink and getting both sides shaved, but had chickened out. He'd still been thrilled by the outcome though.

Or at least he had loved it just this morning. But would everyone else? Had he made a mistake and fucked up one of the only good things about him-

A fist banged on the door and Robin's voice came through the door. "Come on, dingus, you're already pretty. Stop spiraling and let's go!"

Steve smiled and let her in. "Aw, Buckley, I'm pretty? Even pretty enough for you?"

Robin snorted and wrinkled her nose. "Don't push it. Now get your ass up on stage before it escapes those pants and makes a run for it. You're never going to throw those out, are you?"

Steve looked down at his worn thin jeans and yeah, maybe they were a bit tighter than usual in the ass, but their new apartment had a lot of stairs, okay! Despite it being almost more holes than pants, they were comfortable and definitely something his parents would never have let him wear when he'd still been under his dad's thumb. So of course that made them his favorite.

He turned and washed his hands once more. Robin let out a choking noise and pointed at his ass. "That's a new hole."

For a split second, Steve thought she was talking about something else until she poked at a spot on his ass not covered by the pants. There was a new hole in his jeans that showed off a not small peek of his ass and thigh. But it was low enough that Steve wasn't too worried about it.

"Buy a guy dinner first, jeez." Steve teased her.

She just slapped his ass. "Yeah, sure, I know a great little place on Easy Street called Cafe Puttana."

"Did you just call me a whore in my own mother tongue, Buckley?!" Steve gasped dramatically. "And maybe if you dressed like this more often, you'd stop having to resort to handing out free drinks to get a girl's attention." Steve hip checked her as she giggled at him and opened the door. "Now let's get this show on the road before everyone notices their favorite bartenders are both missing. My public awaits." He adjusted his pink jean vest over his Nirvana t-shirt as he stepped out, still picking, still-

"Your 'public' is a bunch of drunks, punks, burnouts, and half dead partiers." Robin hugged him from behind just before they got to the stage in the bar. "So don't let the nerves get you. Just have fun and sing me a song, piano man."

That got a genuine laugh out of him. "I'm no Billy Joel, but I'll see what I can do, uptown girl."

Robin went up on stage to announce him. She hyped him up as best she could given her audience and got a not too bad round of applause. Steve wasn't expecting much, this was a gig he'd just gotten only because he worked at the bar and the band that had been scheduled to play had canceled. He usually worked as their bartender and he was good at it. He probably wouldn't have gotten either job if Robin hadn't stepped up to bat for him.

Steve practiced his breathing exercises as the players they could find on such short notice got ready. He stepped up on stage, gave a friendly wave to the regulars who recognized and cheered for him.

He took a seat at the piano he'd had to tune himself before the show because it got so little use.

"Hey, you bunch of vagrants and drains on society." His words were met with proud hoots and hollers. "It's me, Steve, your favorite bartender." This was met with a loud boo from the bar, Robin playfully heckling him.

"That bunch of assholes the boss hired canceled, yeah, I know. So you get me instead, aren't you lucky? Usually you have to buy a drink to get to listen to my dulcet tones." Steve grinned as the crowd booed, whistled, and catcalled. "So enjoy the music, I wrote it myself. Yeah, that's right, fuck you, I have layers. Or if you don't like it, just shut the fuck up and enjoy the view you bunch of pervs." More catcalls.

Steve signaled the players and waited a moment, waiting for his cue, as they played the intro. They weren't bad for only two days of practice.

Jesus, come talk to me

I am but a blind mess, I am wild and free

I know that I need us more than I need me

One more whiskey, I am wild and free

Steve started playing as he continued singing.

Oh, but I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Steve didn't hear any hecklers, not that he thought anyone was that willing to get on Robin's Shit List, but he still didn't dare look up.

Oh, my mother Mary, come walk with me

I am on four drugs, I am wild and free

I know that I failed less, the less I knew me

Wander through the darkness, and come walk with me

Steve felt good about the beat and the band seemed to be really getting into it.

Oh 'cause I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Ay, yeah

Yeah I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Yeah, yeah

He timed his breathing as the band trailed into the chorus.

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve nodded and belted the post chorus.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve blinked his eyes open when he felt a bit of an echo- no, there were people singing along. He recognized Robin's off key voice and smiled. Steve sang out the lyrics with his whole chest.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

He could hear a lot more voices raise with his as he sang the last chorus as the band tapered off. "Come on, beggers!"

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

For an embarrassing moment, Steve thought he might fucking cry at the roars from the bar. Yeah, it was a few dozen regulars, drunkards, and partiers blitzed out of their minds, but it was leagues above his self doubt's worst case scenario. He had to swallow hard more than once before he felt confident enough to talk into the mic again.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, you assholes?" Steve knew he was probably smiling like an idiot, but it was hard to care. "Give a hand to the band, they had like two days to fucking practice my crap, holy shit."

The bar clapped and yelled for them. The band looked pleased with the positive attention and a few waved back. One flipped off the audience much to their delight.

"Now, the rest of the songs are covers, the good shit, I promise." Steve announced. "So spend your fucking money, don't forget to tip, and enjoy."

They ended up playing some Nirvana, a little The Clash of course, Dead Kennedys, Siouxsie and the Banshees, through in a Motley Crüe song, and topped it off with his beloved Queen.

To Steve's honest surprise and giddiness, there was a demand for an encore of Beggar's Song. He led them through it one more time before ending for the night. Closing time was in less than an hour and he wanted to help Robin out with last call.

They got a decent amount of tips that he let the band take the lion's share of, but still got a sweet fifteen bucks on top of the thirty his boss had already paid him. He'd be able to buy some pretty good food for him and Robin this month.

That's all I got for now!

The backstory is Robin and Steve moved together somewhere after Robin got kicked out for coming out to her parents.

Maybe she stayed with Steve until her parents told his parents and they called to tell him to send her home, whatever. Robin and Steve decided to strip whatever they could from the house, sell it, sneak into her room while her parents were gone to pack, and they rode off into the sunset.

Now they have a shitty apartment, jobs at a shitty bar, and they've never been happier. ❤

I have plans to bring Billy and Eddie into it later.

Two Nights Ago

Robin: I volunteered you for a gig

Steve: I've only sang in front of you!

Robin: it's time to fly, I'm kicking you out of the nest, dingus

Steve: does this make you my mama bird?

-Robin throws a pillow at him-

Steve: how could you do this to your child!

#harle hums #they're little shits and i love them #robin buckley #steve harrington #punk steve harrington #punk steve au #future harringroveson #future metalsandwich

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madiomens · 8 months

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Just Pretend [n.s.]

Chapter Eight

Warning: Smutty smut

VIP flew by, a lot of the questions making us laugh, and before I knew it the venue was packed full of people and I was backstage checking on the guys and two opening acts before heading out to check on the crowd.

"Everyone alright? Need anything?" I asked everyone backstage, handing them waters.

"I think we're ok. Thank you, Maddie." Nicholas said, sending me a smile.

"I want a tour nurse. She seems bomb." The lead singer of one of the opening acts said, causing me to chuckle.

"Get one, but you can't have ours." Noah joked, sending me a wink.

I grinned at him as I wished the boys luck before walking out from backstage so I would be in front of the barricade. I greeted the security and other workers as I walked past them, making my way to my designated sitting spot.

"You're Maddie, aren't you?" A girl questioned me from the front of the barricade.

I nodded at her with a smile. "I am. You doing alright?"

"I am, just a little hot." She said with a smile. "Could I possibly get a picture with you? You're really pretty."

My eyes widened in surprise. "You want a picture with me?"

"Yea, if that's ok!" She said as her smile widened.

"Of course!" I said before walking up to the barricade and smiling for her picture.

Mumbles from some of the crowd beside us sounded out, most of them asking the person beside them who I was. I thanked the girl for the picture before turning to the ones mumbling and sending them a smile. "You guys doing alright?" I questioned.

"We're good. Do you work with one of the bands or something?" A girl questioned me.

I nodded. "I'm the Bad Omens tour nurse. Just here to help where I can."

"You get paid to basically live with these guys and hear good music?" She questioned, eyes wide.

I laughed. "Pretty much, yea. Occasionally provide medical attention."

"That sounds like the best job ever." She said with a smile.

I smiled back at her. "This is my first show with them but so far it is the best job."

The lights dimming broke up our conversation and I shot her another smile before hopping onto the box and swinging my feet back and forth. The two openers went by fairly quickly with me handing out waters as needed and before I knew it, the crowd of metal fans were singing along to 'A Thousand Miles' by Vanessa Carlton while hitting balloons in the air. I stifled a laugh as I recorded them before heading backstage to check on the guys one last time.

"Y'all did amazing." I complimented the other bands, earning thank you's and smiles from them.

The boys posed for a couple pictures from Bryan before he made eye contact with me and motioned for me to go over to them. I approached apprehensively before being rushed between Noah and Nicholas for a couple pictures. I laughed at them as they wrapped themselves around me as if I was some sort of tree. Bryan snapped a few pictures of us laughing then being serious before they let me go, laughter echoing around the group.

"Everyone alright?" I questioned them as Noah chugged some water.

Folio gave me a thumbs up through drinking his own water before chunking the empty bottle and grabbing a new one, head banging to some silent song in his head.

"This is going to be a great first show, I can feel it." Jolly said as he cracked his fingers and put his guitar on his body.

"The crowd is sick." I said as I handed Noah and Folio more waters for stage.

"If anyone is rude to you let us know. Our crowds are generally kind but you always have the rotten egg in the bunch." Nicholas said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I smiled at him. "Thank you. Trust me, I can handle myself but if I need anything I'll be sure to let y'all know."

"You give off the vibe of someone who can break noses." Folio said as he drummed the sticks in the air.

We all laughed, the crowd outside for sure hearing it from the volume. "You don't even know the half of it." I said through my laughter. "I'm going to go one more sweep of the barricade to check in on people. Good luck out there." I said to everyone. They all came up to wrap me in a group hug, Noah's hand landing a little further down my waist than the other's and causing me to chuckle. The sound of Bryan's camera clicking sounded off behind us right before we let go. I sent them all another smile before making my way to the barricade and checking on everyone again.

Multiple phones were pointed in my direction as I walked out, causing me to freeze and look at everyone. The security guard at the bottom of the stairs chuckled at me and I looked at him.

"They could hear the laughter backstage and thought the band was coming out." He said.

I laughed and waved at everyone. "Just me, sorry." There was a collective sigh as everyone dropped their phones and turned their attention back to each other. I laughed as I walked down the stairs and met the security guard. "I've never felt like more of a disappointment than I do now." I said through my laughter.

He chuckled. "Don't feel bad. The girls only try to talk to me because they think I can get them backstage."

"Now, that's just desperate." I said, shaking my head with a grin.

"You're telling me." He said, extending his hand to me. "The name's Bill."

I shook his hand in greeting. "Maddie. I'm the tour nurse."

"You're the talk of the crowd tonight." He said as he dropped my hand.

"Me?" I questioned in confusion.

He nodded. "Wondering who the girl is that 'weaseled her way in with the boys' as some of the lovely girls put it."

I threw my head back in laughter at his air quotes. "All it took was me doing CPR on a fan at a festival."

He scrunched his nose up. "That's a lot less fun than some of the ideas they were coming up with."

I grinned. "I'm sure they were creative." The lights faded off, cutting our conversation short as piercing screams sounded off around us. "That's my cue. Nice to meet you, Bill."

"You too, Maddie. Let me know if you need anything." He replied with a nod of his head.

I made my way to my box to sit on and hopped up on it, excitement bubbling in my stomach. Jolly entered the stage a few moments before Nicholas did, standing above me. They motioned for the crowd to get louder and the sound was deafening as everyone began freaking out. I smiled as I looked around the crowd, seeing all of the excited faces and cameras raised. Flashing lights started going off as they began playing the intro to Artificial Suicide and Noah came out from the side spinning in circles. I chuckled at the choice of entrance and began bobbing my head along to the beat of the song, mentally taking a note to invest in some earplugs if I was to be this close to the speakers most nights.

The set went smoothly, with me only having to hand out a couple waters. It helps that it's a colder month of the year in Ireland so even with everyone on top of each other it was still a decent temperature. By the end of it I was riding a high that I've never experienced before, knowing I am a small part of how amazing of a show this is and that I get to experience every single show they are going to do. I felt butterflies in my stomach as the boys finished throwing random items into the audience and left the stage before I hopped off the box and followed them backstage. My eyes were met with everyone stripping their shirts off and all but hulking out as the post show adrenaline rush hit them, causing me to laugh out loud.

"That was fucking amazing." I said with a wide grin, causing them to cheer and run towards me.

I screamed and turned to run but was grabbed firmly on the waist by Noah and thrown over his shoulder as the other guys circled us and began jumping up and down and cheering. I laughed as I was slung in circles still on Noah's shoulder, their cheers and excitement contagious. Noah eventually put me down and stabilized me as my head spun from him spinning me in circles, gripping his arms for something to hold onto.

"Did you have fun?" He asked me as the guys continued to cheer behind him.

"Me? Did you?" I questioned.

He nodded quickly. "So much fun. I want to go back to the house right now." He said, pupils dilated from the adrenaline and excitement.

I laughed at him. "Don't you have to go greet the fans outside?"

"Fine, but only for a few minutes and if you will come with me." He said, grabbing my arm and leading me to the side entrance without time for me to protest. He quickly threw on his hoodie he wore to the venue before pushing open the door.

The guys followed us outside and excited exclaims echoed around the pavement as the fans saw us walk out. I stood back as the guys walked up to the barricade and began talking and taking pictures and signing autographs. I watched them with a small smile on my face as they interacted with the fans. They somehow stay so genuine when having these interactions, the screams and cheers not even fazing them. After a few minutes of greeting everyone, the boys said their goodbye's and thanked the fans for coming before walking back to join my side. Noah and Folio threw their arms across my shoulders, causing me to scrunch my nose up and try to escape the sweaty trap they put me in. They chased me around the side of the building before I quickly loaded up into the van, instantly regretting it once all the sweaty bodies piled in after me. They have another show tomorrow in the same venue so they don't have to pack their stuff up this night, which means they get to get to the house a lot earlier than they normally would. Multiple different animated conversations went on around me as I tried to decide if breathing through my nose or my mouth would be better. They're all running such a high from performing that I doubt they can even smell themselves, but I couldn't help the amused laughter that bubbled up at their hyper conversations opposed to their regular relaxed ones.

We pulled up to the Airbnb a few minutes later and it took everything in me not to throw myself over the seat and crawl out first just to escape the sweat pit I was in. We made our way inside and the guys all separated to take their showers and get clean. I walked into the kitchen still laughing at them and pulled out stuff to make a sandwich bar so they could grab one quick to eat in between their celebrating. I made a few different types and set out condiments before making my way to my bedroom to change. I took a quick body shower this morning and I didn't sweat one drop so I just freshened up and went to change into some sweats when Noah's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"What do you think you're doing?" He questioned.

I turned to face him, my eyes landing on his glistening torso and an almost too small towel covering his waist as he leaned against my doorframe. "Gonna change then eat. I'm starved."

He pushed off the doorframe and slowly started walking towards me. "I'm starved too."

It was as if my stomach instantly stopped growling seeing the way he was looking at me. His eyes were so dark and pupils so dilated that his iris' looked pitch black as he gazed down at me. He brought his fingers up to slowly undo my belt, sliding it out of the loops and dropping it onto the ground. "If you still want to go get food, don't let me stop you." He said huskily.

I swallowed and unbuttoned my jeans. "Lock my door."

He smirked and walked over to the bedroom door to lock it, quickly making his way back to me. I stepped out of my jeans so the only thing on my bottom was a black thong and my fishnets. He cocked his head to the side as he watched me, lust rising in his face more and more as time went by. I held eye contact as I slowly knelt onto my knees, his eyes widening as he realized what I was planning on doing. I undid his towel and dropped it on the ground, his erection slapping his stomach once it was free.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." He said, voice deep with desire.

I grabbed him into my hand, causing a gasp to escape his lips. "I want to for the amazing performance you put on." I said before licking a strip up the shaft, placing a kiss on the head.

His eyes rolled as he tilted his head back in pleasure, causing a sly grin to appear on my face before I took him into my mouth. A deep sigh escaped him as I started bobbing my head up and down, slightly stretching my torso so I would be tall enough on my knees to take him. I hummed against him as I brought my mouth down as far as I could go, gripping the rest of him in my hand. I swallowed a gag that threatened to escape me as I pulled back to start bobbing my head again. My spit created a slick surface for me to work with as I pumped my hand in sync with my mouth. His hand tangled in my hair as I worked him, moans escaping from deep inside him.

"Fuck, you gotta stop or I'm going to cum." He groaned out, tightening his grip on my hair.

I smirked against him and pulled off, my mouth popping from the suction. I looked up at him with a smug grin as he looked back down at me. He brought his hand up to grip my throat, pulling me off my knees so he could lean down and kiss me. His tongue instantly tangled with mine, the heat of the kiss sending chills all over my body. He picked me up and quickly set me on the side of the bed, leaning away to pull my shirt and bra off my body. He went to rip my fishnets in the crotch area before I stopped him.

"These are my only pair and I plan to wear them multiple times." I said, my hand on his as my chest heaved.

"I will buy you 100 more pairs." He growled out before ripping the crotch wide open.

I gasped as he pushed me onto my back before he sunk to his knees and attached his mouth onto my clit after pushing my thong to the side, inserting two fingers inside of me. I smacked my hand over my mouth to muffle the moan that immediately escaped me, tangling my other hand into his wet hair. He shook his head side to side as he buried deeper onto my clit, fingers curling inside of me and working me towards my climax. My brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm quickly climbed with how fast his movements were. His fingers sped up as I began tightening up against him, my moans getting louder despite my efforts to muffle them. I felt on the bed for my phone and picked it up to press play on my music, turning it up all the way before tossing it on the ground and throwing my head backwards as the music started echoing around us and helping with the noise. I let my hand drop from my mouth and used it to grip the covers under me as he continued to relentlessly suck and curl his fingers inside of me.

"Noah, I'm gonna cum." I whined out, the heels of my feet digging into his back where they were draped.

He moaned against me in confirmation and the vibration from it was enough to send me over the edge. I smacked my hand over my mouth again as stars clouded my vision, ecstasy taking over and my body shaking from my orgasm. He continued to work me through it as I started to come down, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I looked down at him once he removed his mouth and he brought his fingers up to his mouth, a string of my arousal following while he sucked his fingers clean. I watched his mouth as he did so before he stood back up to lean over me and place his lips on mine, tangling his tongue with mine so I tasted my arousal. He lifted me up with one arm and carried me further on the bed, laying me down and leaning back to grab himself. He slid his tip up and down my slit, causing my body to jerk from sensitivity. He lined himself up and pushed all the way in with one thrust, a sharp gasp escaping me before I bit harshly on my lip to stop it. He began thrusting into me quickly and leaned down so he could kiss me, pulling my legs around his waist so they moved in sync with his hips. I gripped his hair with one hand and used the other to scratch down his back in pleasure. A moan escaped him at the feeling so I did it again, causing another moan to escape him. I smirked against his mouth once I realized I found a pleasure point of his. He slightly pulled back to nip at my bottom lip and make eye contact with me as he kept thrusting in and out of me.

"Smirking like the brat you are." He growled out, bringing a hand up to squeeze my throat.

My smirk grew at him choking me, biting my bottom lip as I watched his face. "What are you gonna do about it?" I questioned.

He growled again and squeezed my neck tighter, bringing one of my legs up and throwing it over his shoulders. My brows furrowed in pleasure at the new angle he was entering me and my mouth dropped open as my eyes rolled back.

"Look at me." He ordered, causing my eyes to pop back open and connect with his.

He pulled my leg off his shoulder and rolled me on my side, gripping my thigh and thrusting into me faster and rougher. I gripped his arm tightly as I felt another orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, the new angle perfectly hitting my g spot.

"Noah, I'm gonna cum again." I moaned out as he leaned down to kiss my shoulder.

"Cum for me." He rasped out against my skin.

My brows furrowed deeper as my nails dug into his skin, my second orgasm taking over my body and causing my body to jerk underneath him. He stilled his movements to let me come down from the high, pushing the hair off of my forehead.

"You good?" He whispered, the rough demeanor dropping for a second.

I nodded and patted his side with the hand that was underneath him. "I'm good."

He nodded and leaned up to flip me onto my back and leaned back down, sliding his arms underneath my shoulders and gripping them. He slowly began thrusting in me again, building up speed with each thrust. I grabbed the back of his neck to pulled him down to my lips, moaning into his mouth as his thrusts became harsher. A knock on my door stilled his movements and my eyes popped open to meet his, our lips still connected.

"Maddie, come take a shot with us!" Folio's voice said from behind the door.

I pulled away from Noah's mouth to see him smirk and start to thrust in me again. My eyes widened at him as his smirk grew and his thrusts sped up.

"Just a second, I'm changing!" I yelled, voice slightly wavering.

Noah snorted a laugh and I smacked my hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh of my own.

"Ok, hurry!" Folio said before the sound of his footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

I dropped my hand from Noah's mouth as a laugh escaped him. "You're a little shit." I said through my own laughter.

"Am I?" He questioned, pulling back and thrusting one harsh thrust inside of me.

I gasped and tightened my grip around his shoulders, his own hands gripping mine. "Such a shit." I said, shaking my head.

"Bet." He said before violently thrusting inside of me.

After a few sloppy thrusts he quickly pulled out and finished on my stomach, muscles tensing as his orgasm rode out. I rubbed his back to sooth the muscles there as the last of his cum dripped onto me. He dropped his forehead onto mine as our chests heaved against each other, trying to catch our breath.

"Damn Folio." He breathed out, causing me to laugh.

I leaned up to place my lips on his, holding them there for a few seconds in a lazy kiss. He brought a hand up to place on my cheek and hold me in place before pulling back and placing a chaste kiss on my forehead. He pushed off me to go grab a towel and I stretched my sore muscles as he did so, my knees popping from being bent for so long.

He chuckled as he walked back in cleaning himself off. "Sorry." He apologized as he started to clean me off.

"Worth it." I said, causing him to chuckle again.

He gently cleaned between my legs and tossed the towel into the bathroom, picking me up off the bed to walk me into the bathroom so I could pee.

I softly smiled and closed my eyes as the cold seat met my bare ass. "Is you carrying me to the toilet going to be a new ritual?"

"Like I said, after care."

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfiction

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whimsicalwhespir · 2 years

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My ROTTMNT Headcanons:

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Mikey:

-Slaps bandaids and stickers on everyone when they're sad! Also does the same for himself

-I love how everyone agrees Mikey can cook but I'd like to think he's memorized everyone's favorite meals and makes them on special occasions! He also totally teaches Casey how to cook so the poor boy can have a healthy and productive hobby to seperate his apocalypse life from this one

-Absolutely 100% is the most connected to his mystic abilities. He was the first to unlock them and overall shows a more deep seeded understanding of how they work. Draxum is also silently fascinated by him

-Follow up to the previous hc, after the Krang, Mikey totally trains every night to use his powers and the first thing he does is levitating a piece of pizza into his mouth

-Therapizes every single person in his family, they act all dramatic about it and poke fun at Mikey but they really do apprecate it

-Hides in his shell whenever he's sad and since it's super obvious, his family catches on quickly and can comfort him

-Has like 800 stuffed animals

-His art covers like 70% of the lair because Splinter and the boys keep hanging it up proudly and asking Mikey to make murals of them. Same thing applies to April and Draxum pretends to hate every drawing but in reality he has a special room dedicated to Mikey's art in his apartment

-Is the most empathetic of the group and knows exactly how to calm everyone down on bad days or nights

-Legally cannot say fuck (but Donnie is trying to influence him)

-Has scars on his arms from opening the portal and paints over them, turning them into art (ex: lines turn to vines with flowers or tree branches or little snakes or whatever), whenever he's down

-Painted a huge mural for his gram-gram in the lair

-Sobs hysterically at sad animated movies and shows (*handshake*)

-Calls Draxum mom and/or secondary dad

Leo:

-Sings obnoxiously loud in the shower

-Watches telanovelas late at night and gets really really into them

-Regularly practices sleight of hand and uses it in battle (once went to Hypnopottamus for lessons and neither ever talked about it again but Hypno is secretly proud of Leo's progress)

-Is a hardcore theatre geek with knowledge of plays and musicals that could rival Donnie's knowledge of other topics

-Tries to make people laugh any time he can, even if it's at his own expense

-If he could get a pet, it would be a bird so he could teach it phrases like "Dee is a nerd" and then follow Donnie around all day

-Has a bunch of nightmares about the Krang debacle and checks on everyone after he wakes up just to make sure they're okay. (Sometimes he runs into Raph and they both silently check on everyone together)

-Refuses to tell Donatello that he's his favorite brother because Leo knows it'll just go to Donnie's head

-Used to hate his face marks but his brothers kept telling him how cool they were and nowadays they regret it because all of that just fed his ego (they secretly don't really regret it)

-Couldn't sing if his life depended on it

-Is SUPER good at lying but uses it for good more than anything (ex: when they were younger, he once noticed Donnie not sleeping for a few days so he pretended to have a nightmare and asked Dee to come sleep with him to scare away the monsters. Donnie was our like a light in less than 5 minutes)

-Will do the most insane dares just for the honor

-Regularly goes to Hueso for advice

Donnie:

-Has somehow memorized every digit of pi and literally nobody understands how

-Listens to rain noises when going to sleep. Cannot stand the rain in person (it gets his tech wet)

-Is fantastic at making digital music and makes songs inspired by people and events in his life. He's also not great at singing but wow this man can rap

-Shouts "the floor is lava" at random intervals to see his brothers scramble

-Is the only family members with a driver's license

-Records EVERYTHING and due to this, he puts together people's compliments about him into a playlist and listens to them to either build his ego or just make himself feel better after a rough day

-^^^ Alternatively, he sometimes listens to people's insults as well. And oh boy, don'tcha know he also has the most traumatizing points in his life recorded too! We love listening to Leo sacrificing himself to the Krang over and over again

-Has organized the dishes in alphabetical order

-Really likes anime

-Keeps every gift ever given to him and organizes them neatly in his closet

-Really wants to exchange notes with Baxter Stockboy

-Has named all of his inventions and kisses them goodnight

-Experiences some side effects from controlling the Krang ship, such as tech being influenced by his emotions

-Takes and teaches dance lessons in secret (he uses a disguise)

-Is the best medic in the family and heals people's injuries after battles with assistance from Mikey who slaps bandaids on everyone

-Comes up with super elaborate comebacks to insults in his head after arguments but they all fall apart within 2 seconds of talking and it just devolves into calling people dumbdumbs

-Has an automated lab like Reagan Ridley from Inside Job (also unrelated, but they would totally be friends if they met)

-Uses humor to cope just like Leo

Raph:

-Is the only turtle brother who can genuinely sing

-Has stuffed animal play dates with Mikey's stuffed animals (they both try to keep it a secret and thinks nobody knows but EVERYONE knows and finds it hilarious)

-Collects coupons

-Has snacks stashed around the lair for snackmergencies

-Is the first one his brothers go to for comfort

-Carries his brothers at least 20% of the day

-Loves animals with all his heart but all of them hate him so Donnie made him a robo kitten when they were kids

-Volunteers to feed Repo Mantis' cat on weekends

-Cleans when he's stressed out

-Has eaten a whole watermelon in one bite, rind and all

-Constantly posts on social media but every picture is horrible quality

-Makes his brothers do team building exercises at least once every week during training

-Like Donnie, he also has side effects from the Krang attack but they instead take form in more psychological ways. He constantly questions if his thoughts are his own and if what he remembers sre nightmares or reality. He sometimes hears a voice in his mind but isn't sure if it's just an intrusive thought or something more

-Used to punch a specific spot on his wall whenever he got really excited because he can't keep his energy in so Donnie made him a special punching bag

-Loves watching Mikey cook and helping when he can

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LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA HEAR MORE HC'S ABOUT THESE GUYS OR OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE APRIL, DRAXUM, CASEY, ETC!!! I HAVE M A N Y.

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt raphael #headcanons

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coolishfoolishness · 9 months

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Anyway here's a silly little gay story I wrote. Figured I'd post it here. Feel free to give constructive criticism, but please don't be mean.

Love is a Battlefield

I died here. In this mall that I now inhabit. I was beaten to a bloody pulp and stuffed somewhere no one would find me. I guess it's what I deserve for being a degenerate. For carrying a disgusting disease of my own. Maybe I wouldn't have died if I just tried a little harder to be normal. But oh well.

Now I haunt this abandoned mall. Occasionally people will come around to check this place out. Mostly a bunch of jerks writing stuff like "_ was here" and drawing obscene things on my body. I scare most people away though. It's usually as easy as playing music over the speakers or turning on an escalator. For those particularly stubborn, I chase out. I'm sure there are more than a few ghost stories about me by now. Am I a ghost though? I don't know what I am. All I know is I'm supposed to be dead. I suppose this mall is supposed to be my own personal hell. They told me hell would be hot, that I would burn. But all I feel is cold. So very cold. Cold and alone.

I've seen more than my fair share of make out sessions. I don't know why anyone would go here to do that, but I suppose most would assume they have privacy here. I've also seen people go further, but I'd rather not go into detail about that. I don't blame people for doing it, and I'm not mad at them. I suppose I'm just jealous. I wish I could have that, but I'm unlovable. Especially now that I'm dead.

Oh great, another teenager coming in to torment me. Just one this time. A boy. He's carrying a duffel bag that I assume is full of spray cans. I should be able to scare him away easily. I turn on the music. The song "Love is a Battlefield" by Pat Benatar. It's not a very intimidating song, but that doesn't matter. People get scared of anything out of the ordinary in an abandoned mall. Especially since I've already built up a reputation for myself.

But he doesn't leave. He opens his mouth. "Is anyone there? Are you the ghost that haunts this place? Are you a friendly ghost?" I do not answer him. It's strange though. Instead of reacting with fear, he reacts with curiosity. But this isn't the only time I've had to deal with a ghost hunter. Most of them expect just some sounds or pictures, but I can do so much more than that. One time I chased some girl down and destroyed her camera. If people got proof of my existence, then they'd probably start being even more annoying. As he starts climbing the escalator, I turn it on. He stumbled a bit in surprise, but he still seems to be unafraid. "Well isn't that that convenient. Maybe you are friendly." He's so frustratingly optimistic.

Everytime I try to scare him away, he just gets more curious. I turn on an arcade, and all he does is play the games. I flicker the lights and he just laughs in excitement. I start to enjoy watching him. He dances and sings through the mall without a care. "Can I make a request?" He asks. "I recently went through a breakup. Do you have a song for that?" I decide to humor him and played the song "Heartbreaker", another one by Pat Benatar. He sings along to it, the emotions in his voice a mix of joy, anger, and sadness. His voice is beautiful, not because it is perfect, but because it is so very imperfect. Every voice crack, every misplaced breath, reminds me of a feeling that I haven't had in forever. It scares me.

The song eventually ended and he sighed. "Thanks. That really helped," he speaks softly, his smile bittersweet. Small tears trickle down his face, tempting me to wipe them off. " Now… " he starts, "Why don't I put ona little fashion show? Will you let me borrow some clothes if I promise to put them back?" He goes into one of the clothing stores, carefully picking out things to wear, and heads to the changing rooms. He's lucky that there are no security cameras in them. Not that I would purposely try to spy on him.

He wears a variety of different clothes, all of which look good on him. Maybe it's his fashion sense, or maybe he just looks that good. The last thing he puts on is this beautiful black dress. He spins around in it and giggles, just barely avoiding tripping over himself. He sits down and sighs. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as me!" He's so strange. No fear, no shame. He… intrigues me. If that's the right word.

Eventually he puts his duffel bag down and unzips it. Just as I expected, It's carrying cans of spray paint. This is the point that I'd usually chase him out, but at this point I'm just as curious of him as he is of me. Most people just tag my skin or draw a phallus with a sharpie, but occasionally there are some dedicated artists. And this boy just screams dedicated.

Eventually I notice that he's painting a person. Not just any person. He's painting me. It's unmistakably me. He even puts my name in the corner instead of a signature. He holds up this rectangular device that I've seen a few times before, and I assume he takes a picture of it. Is he making a memorial of me? Why would anyone want to do that? Why would you want to paint some random degenerate who died in the 80s? I know I shouldn't, but I need to know more. I need to know why. I block off any potential escape routes with my wires, and I start approaching him. He's oblivious at first, but eventually he notices me. I try to speak but nothing comes out. Nothing but an incomprehensible screech. He seems a little shocked, but he still doesn't run. Not that I would let him. Not anymore.

"Is that really you? I mean, I knew you were haunting this place, but I didn't think I'd get to see you," he says, his voice shaky. I nod my head. How much does he know? Does he realize how disgusting I am. If so, why? Why would he make this large mural of me? I don't deserve it! He gets close and grabs me by the shoulders. He seems almost surprised that he is able to touch me. I am as well. Why is he touching me? How is he touching me? Now that he's closer I start noticing all the little details that get lost on the cameras. The little freckles that dot his face. His wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. Honestly, he's pretty cute. Dangerously cute. He's just my type. If my heart could still beat, it would be racing. But I quickly shut that thought down. It's thoughts like those that put me in this situation. Besides, he would never be that way, right? Especially not for me. I'm nothing but a monster, both in life, and in death.

Even so, he starts speaking, "I need you to know that you didn't deserve what happened to you. You deserved love, and joy, and everything else in between. I need you to know things got better for people like us. It's not perfect, but we can now get married, and we're much less likely to be killed for who we are. It got better." What is he talking about? Us? Does that mean he is like me? He starts hugging me. He feels so warm. "I'm so sorry for what happened to you. You really deserve better." He pushes away. "Sorry for touching you so suddenly."

I once again try to speak, this time without straining. The music stops playing and instead my voice comes out. I guess I'm still learning stuff about myself. "Are… you… like… me? I… don't… under… stand. Why… so… kind?"

He replies "Yes, I am gay. I wouldn't say I have the best life, but things have gotten better for us. I just wish you could have experienced it."

I just can't handle it. He's so beautiful, and so interesting, and he's like me. I know it's a bad idea, but I really want to kiss him. I want to experience what all those couples that come here do. I just want to be happy.

"Can… I… kiss… you?" Even just a second after I ask the question I start to regret it. I just met him and I'm a monster.

"I- oh- uh," he stutters. I knew I shouldn't have asked. I move my wires out of the way so he can escape. "Wow, sorry, I just didn't expect that. I- sure, I can kiss you." Why?! Why is he like this? He's blushing! He's so cute! But is he just doing it because he feels bad?

"Do… you… pity… me?" I ask

"No. I just think that you deserve better." He goes up to me and puts his hand on my face. Our lips touch, and I feel something I've never felt before. I love him. I know I just met him. I know I don't even know his name. But I still love him. I don't know why. Maybe it's because he isn't afraid of me. Maybe it's because of his curiosity and optimism. Maybe it's because I enjoyed watching him dance to the music and play the arcade games. Maybe it's because he is the only one who has ever seemed to care about me in this mall. Maybe it's just because he's cute. But either way, for the first time in forever, I feel loved. For the first time in forever, I feel like I'm allowed to love and be loved. Years of being called disgusting, and yet now I feel beautiful. I wrap my arms around him. The music in the mall has finally looped back around to "Love is a Battlefield" and I start to truly listen to the lyrics and feel them in my heart. I feel as though they describe us at this moment.

We are young

Heartache to heartache

We stand

No promises, no demands

Love is a battlefield

We are strong

Noone can tell us we're wrong

Searching our hearts for so long

Both of us knowing

Love is a battlefield

#queer #lgbt #gay #lgbtq #writing #tw death #tw internalized homophobia

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mishkakagehishka · 2 years

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Can i request one where Leo finds the reader (gender neutral) singing one of the songs he finished composing? But when they finally notice Leo they immediately make a run for it, I'll leave the rest to you!

Of course! I'm not sure how pleased I am with how this one turned out, though, I seem to oscillate between liking and disliking it, but I hope it's fine <3

Word count: 1191 Summary: Leo has once again lost his compositions somewhere around the ES building. But, when he hears singing from another room, he finds both his song and the chance to deepen his relationship with the Producer. Notes: reader fulfils the role of the Producer here, and there's no established relationship between them and Leo. Warnings: reader gets kabedon'd in one part

Once again, Leo found himself searching for his own composition around the ES building. Although he’s usually not as careless with them (or so he thinks, at least), he just couldn’t find the papers with his newest masterpiece anywhere in his bag - which prompted him to think that he must have left them somewhere in the building itself, where he'd been writing that day. Though, where he was writing exactly… He walked through the hallways, backtracking through all the rooms he’s been in during the workday. Thankfully, he was supposed to leave work relatively early, so nothing was closed yet, otherwise he’d probably have to leave the search for next day - and by then, his papers could have ended up thrown away. Leo sighed, scolding himself for not being more careful. For not using his brain more.

Leo was quick on his feet as he went room to room, making sure to check everywhere thoroughly. He was leaving no stone unturned - after all, he wanted to polish up that composition back at the dorms. Maybe even call Ruka and ask her for help with writing lyrics for it. But he just had no idea where he'd left it. He was getting frustrated, groaning as he dragged his feet out of the dance practise room. Gnashing his teeth and bunching up the hem of his shirt in his hand, he moved once more through the ES halls. There was only one more room he could think of to check - the resting room.

Face to face with the door, he took a deep breath, praying that he was going to find his papers in that room. He didn't know what he was going to do if he didn't find them - considering he has no idea where else they could possibly be. He’d exhausted every other option by that point, and this was truly his last hope. Although the loss of a paper wasn't that big of a deal, as Leo naturally remembers each one of his masterpieces and could easily rewrite it, he wanted to save himself the effort (and worry). Having said his small prayer, he placed his hand on the doorknob.

But he paused. For a moment, he'd heard a voice on the other side of the door. At first, he thought he'd imagined it, however when he quieted down and focused, he heard it again. Singing. No words, but simply singing out a tune. One familiar to him. It was his song. The song that is yet to be even shown to the other members of the Knights, to anyone else, so - he happily concluded - this is where his papers were left. The person singing will know where those papers are because they've obviously seen them.

"He~y!" He slammed open the door, nearly having it fly off its hinges, in his excitement. "Is that my song?" He laughed. But the person nearly jumped out of their skin at his sudden intrusion. "Oh! Producer, it was you?" He asked. The Producer seemed… embarrassed to say the least. A deep blush spread across their cheeks once the situation finally registered in their mind. They quickly jumped to their feet, running past Leo and out of the room, shoving a bunch of papers into his chest in passing. With no words, they disappeared from the room in moments, and Leo was left to wonder whether he ever even really saw them there. He took a passing glance at said papers, just to confirm it was his compositions, but he had better things to think about at that moment.

He carelessly shoved the papers into his bag before running out, after the Producer. "Hey, wait! I wanna talk to you!" He whined. Despite the Producer being quick on their feet, Leo was still faster - and had more endurance - and he caught up with them in no time. Barely out of breath as he slowed down before running up behind them, he grabbed their forearm. As he forced them to turn around (though gently), he pushed them against the wall. Caging them with his left forearm leaned against the wall by their side and their arm still in his hand. Though his grasp was gentler, he still didn't let go, and now they were almost forehead-to-forehead, chest-to-chest.

"Why'd you run?" It was as if his eyes suddenly became thrice their original size, and his frown further emphasised the puppy-eyes he was pointing at them. "Because..! I-it's embarrassing," the Producer stuttered out, trying to squirm out of his hold. Noticing their discomfort, he let go with an apology, sheepishly stepping away. "There's not much embarrassing about it? You were just singing, right?" "Well, yeah, but…" "I liked it! You made my song sound great! I think I want you to help me finish it," he skipped right to the chase. His smile was disarming, but he truly sounded like he meant it - both the compliment and the offer.

In truth, he was captivated by their singing voice. Being the Producer meant none of the idols of ES, of Yumenosaki, had heard them sing before, so Leo was pleasantly surprised when he opened that door and connected the angelic voice to his dear Producer. In fact, it made him feel somewhat special, being the first one to hear them sing, as well as for writing a song that they deemed catchy enough to sing. Even if it was unfinished. "Come on! Help your idol out? Pretty plea~se?" "Um, I won't have to sing, will I?" "Wahaha! Of course you will! I think I want this song to be for you, after all, so you should be able to sing it," he said as if it was entirely natural, leaving the Producer speechless for a moment.

But he shot a mischievous smile at them, patting the top of their head before stepping back again. "Thanks for finding my masterpiece, I was looking all over for it," he complained, "but I gotta go now. I'll see you tomorrow! I'm keeping you to your promise to help me!" He threw a final peace sign at them and skipped away, making sure not to let them "remind" him that they hadn't promised anything. This way, he’s got his little victory, and he was going to make sure he’d be able to give them his best masterpiece thus far the next day. Written for them, dedicated to them.

In the end, losing those papers turned out to be a blessing in disguise, a massive stroke of luck for the genius composer. For Leo who'd been battling a crush on the Producer for the entire last year, ever since he’d met them. Maybe he could even confess through the lyrics of this new song he'd decided, so impulsively, to dedicate to them… Maybe he’ll even skip on asking Ruka for help. After all, he wanted his own feelings, and only his feelings, for them to be found in that song. And he went home beyond giddy that day, excited to see how everything will unfold in the end, and heart overflowing with inspiration.

#hmm i feel like this one ended up a bit bland... but ay i guess?#ensemble stars #enstars fanfiction #leo tsukinaga #tsukinaga leo #leo tsukinaga x reader #reader insert #enstars fluff #my writing

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joe9cool · 2 years

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Collide - Justin Herbert - 9

Sara was on cloud fucking nine.

Justin had just left for practice, they had a small breakfast together before he left, telling her he’d see her Sunday night. They were leaving straight for Texas after practice, which sucked Sara was going to miss him but she was otherwise happy

“I could fall in looovve with you.” Sara sang as she twirled around his living room, her phone playing Selena on full blast from the bluetooth speaker. She poured herself a big mimosa while she was cleaning. It was a celebratory occasion afterall, she was happy, she officially had a man, who despite his injury blew her back out last night.

Selfish as this may, she wanted him to recover fast, not only for the team, but fuck. Justin was a whole foot taller than her, she wanted him to take advantage. Use that size to fuck her up. I mean she couldn’t complain, he ate her out like a starved man last night. She was in such a good mood, she didn’t even check twitter and it didn’t even bother her that Taylor would be working alongside her man.

As she was dancing, she picked up Nova and swung her around, the cat looking confused. Her phone began ringing, and Sara saw that it was her Agent. She picked up. “Hello?”

“Sara I have some huge news,” Derek stated. He was known for getting straight to the point. “So guess who reached out to me?” Before she could answer, he cut in “Richelle Mead!”

She gasped. “The author? Of the Vampire Academy books?” Memories of her being obsessed with the six book series in high school, camping out all night for the newest release, texting all her friends about Dimitri and Rose.

“The one and only, and guess what? They are making a movie adaption of the books. Richelle is already scouting for the roles and she said she is very interested in having you play Rose!”

“Shut the fuck up!” She jumped up and down, forgetting that she was holding an animal in her other arm. After setting the cat down with a quick apology, she began her celebration. “Did she give a timeline to anything?”

Derek sighed, “Nothing yet, we probably wouldn’t be looking at any finalization until the end of 2023. But the studio would be Lionsgate and they are looking to spend the money right now. You are the most sought out actresses, and a sure blockbuster.” She smiled, well it for sure would be an amazing opportunity. “Keep me informed.”

“That’s what I am here for, baby. Also, Ben from Lord Huron reached out and asked if you would be able to sing on another track. They are rereleasing their album with a couple bonus tracks.”

“Oh that’s great! I still have Ben’s number! I will call him as soon as we are done.” They went over filming, and asked if she got the script for the new season of the show. Once they finalized that they hung up.

Once dressed and complete with hair and makeup (emphasis on makeup covering the hickeys on neck, she headed out to meet Ben and the others. Sara was a huge Lord Huron fan, discovering them in 2012 as a sixteen year old, and introduced the show’s audience to their music, and they blew up. When The Lead singer reached out late 2020 and asked if she wanted to be a part of ‘I lied’ she freaked out, the song and the music video was a success, and as a thank you he painted the single album cover that hangs in her home. Justin asked about it the first time he came over, and she put a bunch of their songs on Spotify for him to listen to.

The studio the band was working at was a decent drive and with the LA traffic it was about a couple hours later that she walked into the old warehouse that he converted into a recording studio. After the greetings they got to work. Ben asked her what songs she wanted to sing on and she chose ‘Meet me in the City’ and ‘Drops in the Lake’. Meet me in the city was a very sexy song about lovers who were in a forbidden relationship and wanted to run away together. It made her think of her and Justin’s story. Drops in the Lake was a sad song about Love lost and wishing you could go back in time.

Ben was remixing in the booth and Sara decided to post a photo of the sound studio on her stories. Immediately people began replying, however one caught her eye,

HarryStyles: Glad to see you're in the studio again. Takes me back.

She stared at it. Why the fuck would he send this? What does this all mean? She had spent so many nights wanting this moment. All the thirst traps she posted on insta, all the moments she pretended she was living her best life with her friends while she was really drunk and down a self destructive path. Now she picked herself up, has someone else in her life and he's doing all of this? For what? He is still with Olivia and they seem happy. So why?

"Alright Sara" Ben's voice broke her from her trance. "So I'm gonna go in and record the first verse, and then you do the second. We will combine together for the chorus and you will sing the last line of the song." She smiled. "Oh that's my favorite line!"

She watched as Ben stepped in the booth and the music began playing. She was on the couch, swaying back and forth and singing along. Since this was a re-record, she was up before she knew it. Once she got the cue she started to sing her part

Go home and say goodbye forever

Tell your ball and chain you won't be back around.

Forget the life you had and don't look back.

Get your courage up and drink this down.

If our love is so wrong, tell me why does it feel so right?

She closed her eyes and pictured the events of the night before. Justin untying the strings of the bikini before reaching his large hands up to cup her breasts. Her breath getting heavy as she felt his lips on her neck. Her reaching behind her and grabbing his length and stroking as she heard his moans.

Her voice breathy as she sang the chorus

Meet me in the city baby

Meet me in the city baby.

Am I not the one you're dreaming of my angel?

Am I not the one you wanna love forever?

Sara stopped and opened her eyes and smiled at Ben. Who smiled back and pressed the mic

that connected them to the booth. "You fucking killed it Sara! I love the voice at the end. You put so much emotion to it."

"Why thank you Ben." He was a great guy. They had so many things in common. His wife was the greatest as well. She had them over for dinner many times. As she came back into the room she saw he was messing the buttons(she didn't know what anything did. Despite Ben and Harry teaching her.)

"So how's everything? Anything exciting?"

Ben cursed as he hit the wrong button.

Sara laughed and sat on the couch behind him. "Things are going good." She hesitated. "I'm seeing someone." Ben turned around to face her "Really? Anyone I know?"

"Justin Herbert." He looked at her. "He's the quarterback for the Los Angeles Chargers."

"Ah. Sports?" She rolled her eyes. "The football team." He laughed. "Now you know damn well if it isn't baseball I don't give a shit."

She laughed. "You're right, I should have known."

,"is it a new thing?" She nodded. "Three months. But Ben he is amazing, it's like it's been years. It's crazy, because we are total opposites but the same as. I'm an extrovert, he's an introvert. He hates the media and attention, it's pretty much my job. I'm short, he's tall. But I'm crazy about him in every way."

"Does he feel the same?" She stopped." He does, but he has a hard time showing it. He's not the most romantic guy, but he's trying."

Ben nodded. "What?"

He sighed. "I'm not saying every guy I'd the same. But when I met my wife I didn't have to try. Now granted you said he's an introvert, but I hope it's because of that. Sara, you're like a sister to me and I don't want to see you get hurt again."

It was almost the exact same thing Bella said to her. Which pisse her off. "It's different, I met his family. Trust me if you meet him you will see what I am seeing."

"What do you mean if?"

"Well he is not really into the whole family and celebrity thing. So I don't know if he would be comfortable meeting my friends."

“This is someone you want to be in a relationship with?" That shut her up, and Ben knew he pushed a bit too far. "Listen."

"Let's just finish the recordings" She got up. "I have to use the bathroom" and she walked out.

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"Atta boy Herbo!!" Justin turned around, following the voice towards his Offensive Lineman who was cheering, soon the whole locker room was yelling.

"What's going on?" Justin was confused, did he have a good practice, was it some milestone he hit?

"My boy made some lady very happy!" Mike hollered! Justin was still confused. "You don't see your back? Or more importantly feel it?"

"My man Herbo don't feel nothing! He got that dog in him!" The whole locker room laughed. Justin went to the mirror and turned around.

Holy shit

There were scratches everywhere. From Sara's nails that were done when she was doing promo. He didn't even realize she was scratching that hard. Well, he did keep telling her to go harder. Whoops

"Ayo! Who's the lucky girl? You still hitting Bisciotti?"

He would never be able to escape that name. "No, actually my girlfriend did this."

Mike stopped. "Herb, you mean?" Justin nodded his head and smiled. Mike almost tackled him. "AYO Man!!! I'm happy for you! Look at you getting your head out of your ass!!! Sara is a great girl!!!"

"Wait Sara? That's her name?" Ekeler was invested as well now. He noticed his teammate was silent. "Come on man! This is huge our little man is growing up" he stood up to ruffle Justin's hair.

"Wait, you met Sara?"

Mike laughed. "Well we met her in July when we went to Joe's wedding. Really cool, too cool for Herb. I don't know what she sees in him."

Justin blushed. Not liking all of this attention on him and the relationship. "Come on guys, shut up." It came out weak and the group laughed even louder.

"You gotta let us meet her man! This is huge!" Sebastian swung his arm around Justin

"I don't know yet guys. It's too soon."

Just shoved off Sebastian's arm and headed towards the showers. Making sure to keep a good time for the team to get on the plane."

Ekeler looked towards the group. "Did you see how red he got? My man's in love "

After the shower the guys got their stuff ready. Justin sent a quick text to Sara.

J: Getting ready to board plane. Miss you already."

S: miss you . Get the W for me.

J: look at you speaking like a true football fan.

S: learned from the best. Also I'll be watching in your jersey…. And nothing else. Want a picture for good luck?

Justin groaned. This girl was going to kill him

J: only if we win. And I don't throw an interception.

S: I'll blow you if you don't throw one. What am I saying. I'll blow you either way.

"Hey Herb what's with the pink face? Talking to ya girl." Bash came out of nowhere and looked over Justin's shoulder. "AYE AYE My man's getting laid Sunday night!"

"Fuck off" Justin's phoned dinged and he looked at it. It was a selfie of her blowing a kiss to him. Bash gasped.

"Get the fuck out." Justin tried to silence him but it was too late. "Dawg your girl is Sara Wozniak!" Grabbing the attention of the other players, who turned towards Justin. "Ayeee Herbos girl is Sara Wozniak"

Murmurs of "atta boy Herb" and "holy shit" came about. Bosa came over. "Sara Wozniak! Her show is my favorite! I binged the first two seasons in Quarantine."

Justin's face was really pink now. "We met at Joe's wedding, and hit it off."

Bosa shook his head. "That fucker, I didn't get an invite. I got to give him shit for that later."

Before the conversation could continue Staley called them over to discuss some things before takeoff. Justin was in deep thought. Was he ready for Sara to meet all of these guys? Was it going too fast?

Then it occurred to him. He had a football game to win. This should be the furthest on his mind. He turned on his laptop and began to watch game highlights from the Texans games.

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Was it a bit early to start drinking? It probably was but Sara didn't care. After the studio Ben invited her to a local western bar with him and his wife for some drinks. It was 1pm, so not too bad. While Ben and Sasha sipped on their beets she enjoyed a spiked blueberry lemonade.

"Hey listen, I'm sorry for making all these assumptions about this Justin guy. I should trust your judgment about it. He seems great." Ben smiled and Sara could tell that while he was sorry, there was some truth about his previous statements. "I know you guys are looking out for me and I appreciate it. But trust me it's been good so far. We got off to a rough start, but it seems that he is a better person. He's just stressed about the injury and the pressure of the team doing well."

Ben nodded. "Remember if he doesn't treat you right I'm a phone call away to beat his ass. I could too."

Sasha laughed. "Babe, he's 6'6 and you're barely 6'2 I don't know about that." Sara joined in " actually I don't know if he's a fighter so you might have an advantage there Ben."

Halfway through their lunch Sara's phone began to ring, she excused herself when she saw Timothe's name.

"Hello Timmy!"

"Sara, my favorite girl, how are you?" She heard the smile on his face. He was always happy.

"I'm great, for what do I owe this phone call for?"

"I need you to do a huge favor and attend Virgil's birthday party as my date."

Every year since Virgil Abloh's death. A party was held on his birthday. He loved parties and he made his friends promise they would continue to celebrate his life. It was a big event that was held at a mansion. The best food, alcohol, and music. All of the celebs would be there."

Sara laughed. "You know damn well I wouldn't let you go to that party alone. Timmy. I will see you Saturday night."

After plans had been made she returned to her lunch.

Her phone buzzed again. It was Justin.

J: She lit a fire and now she's in my every thought.

Sara smiled. So he saw her story. He started following her a few days ago and began replying to all of her stories. Some funny replies and liked a couple photos. He joked that she should take down all of her thirst traps. There was a little back and forth but eventually they came down. She didn't care, everything was going great.

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"Virgil Forever!!"

Her and Timothee screamed in the elaborate photo booth as it snapped photos. It was Saturday night, and the party for the late Virgil was in full swing as her and Timothee arrived late (her makeup artist couldn't get a lash to stick, and her black curve hugging dress designed for her by Virgil was impossible to find in her closet.) She and Tim arrived to a sea of paparazzi outside the mansion. No doubt the rumor mill was going to be running wild.

Sara had been dogging the questioning that Timmy had given her at her house when he walked into her closet and saw men's clothing. (Sara had stolen a little bit of Justin's shirts and sweatshirts) She had simply told him that she purchased them and they were clothes to relax around the house. He didn't believe that one bit but he left it alone until they were in the car.

"So you are seeing someone?" Sara shrugged. "I've been on a few dates with some dudes. All douchebags."

"So you steal their clothes?"

"Well some I bought others I took after a hookup."

The subject was dropped when they arrived. Drinks were poured, appetizers were served and photos were taken. She took photos with Naomi Campbell, among others. She had hit the dance floor after a few. Her heels were killing her, and so Timothee had to hold them while she switched into a pair of flats.

She was wobbling around looking for the restrooms. She went outside to catch some air. Coming across a few strangers she asked if they had a cigarette on them. Sara liked to indulge in one when she was drinking or stressed. She hadn't told Justin about her secret. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Unfortunately her cover was blown when he FaceTimed her. She wasn't thinking, and she picked up with the white stick in her mouth. "Heey baby." She slurred.

His eyes narrowed. "What is in your mouth?" His tone was angry. Well fuck

She took it out of her mouth and blew out the smoke. "A cig, they hit the spot when drinking."

"Take that shit out your mouth." She giggled. "Make me. You're not here so I have to have something in my mouth."

Justin growled. "God you are so fucking dirty. I need to teach you a lesson when I get home. How many puffs did you take?"

She thought for a minute. "Probably like nine so far." She took another one. "That makes ten." Justin smirked. "What?"

"Just counting the ass spankings." She moaned. "Fuck you Justin Patrick!"

"Huh?"

"You always do this shit to me when youre not here! Leaving me a fucking mess that you can't satisfy."

Justin laughed. "But don't I always make up for it?"

"I guess."

"Good girl. Now please do not ever let me catch you smoking again. It's an awful habit. And also please go home. I don't like you being drunk when I'm not around."

She wanted to push further. "You don't trust me?"

"I don't trust anyone around you."

"Well you're lucky I'm over this party and I need to prepare for the awful hangover tomorrow." He laughed.

He stayed on the phone with her the entire time she said goodbye to friends, and in the car ride to her place. (Which sucked when she realized most of her shit was at his house.) They hung up and she only had the energy to wash her face and strip naked from the curve hugging dress.

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Sara was never drinking again.

It was a fucking miracle how she managed to pull herself together after last night. Well she had woken up to Heidi bitching her out after a clip of her singing the Jeffrey Dahmer line from the controversial song went viral. Big deal everyone else was. Heidi wrote up a apology to put outon her Twitter, even though the consensus among the people was that is was stupid to get mad at that. Everyone at that party was singing it as well.After throwing up a few times she put on her comfy shorts and an oversized t-shirt, skipping the makeup and the contacts she went over to Joe and Alisha's house to watch the game.It was off to a good start, Justin and the team looked good, well let's face it she was only focused on Justin the entire time.

At one point Joe got up to take a phone call and they showed a close up of number 97 on the field. Alisha sighed dreamily. "Bosa is so damn fine." Sara turned her head slowly to avoid dizziness. "Bosa?”

Alisha took a sip of her water. "Joey Bosa. Sweet man, he's huge. He weighs almost 300 lbs."

"Jesus." Sara muttered. "Imagine all that weight on you." Alisha choked and began to cough laughing. "Is it bad that I imagined it as well?"

Both girls were giggling as Joe side eyed them as he came back into the room "What's funny?"

"Sara was ogling Bosa. " his wife stated. "You bitch. I wasnt" Joe groaned

"Not you too. You already have Herb." Sara smiled. "Nothing wrong with looking."

"Speaking of Herb, I spoke with Ann-Sophie. He is treating you right? Cause I'll kick his ass." It was Sara's turn to groan. Fucking big mouth. Also what is with the guys wanting to fight Justin? Especially when they weren't even close to his size.

"First off, you are 5'10 and are not cracking 200 lbs. Second, everything is okay now. It was rough but we are official."

Joe sighed. "Listen, Herb is a good guy, he's just not used to living our lifestyle and I think he gets overwhelmed and doesn't know how to handle his feelings. He is football, football, football. He's had flings before but that's it." At the mention of flings Sara was curious. "What flings?"

"He hasn't told you anything?" Sara shook her head no. "Aww fuck, I shouldn't be saying anything. It's not my business."

"He won't open up to me about that, and to be fair I haven't said anything either. I swear I won't say anything." Joe paused. "You swear you won't mention anything?"

Sara shook her head yes

"Last I heard, he was sorta seeing a reporter for the NFL network. Can't recall her name, however it's not too much of a secret but they were trying to keep it on the down low. Could ruin her reputation. However they broke it off last season. She was traveling all over the place. Herb isn't into that. He's a hermit."

She snorted. "You're telling me, we've only been to Jerry's once. Not that I mind, but he's definitely a recluse." Joe laughed. Sara paused, unsure of how to ask the next question. "Do you think he would be seeing both of us at the same time?"

Joe didn't hesitate. "Nah, Justin wouldn't o

Do that to you. He's a good dude from a good family. What makes you think that?"

She didn't want to blow her cover of already knowing about Taylor. "I don't know. I guess since you've known him the longest you would know what he is like."

"Again He's a good dude. Just be patient with him, he's not used to a relationship."

The conversation was interrupted by the Texans scoring and making it a close game. "WHAT THE FUCK! IM SORRY LOMBARDI NEEDS TO GO!"

Alisha rolled her eyes. "Sara, do you want to come help me get some food out?" She nodded and followed her to the kitchen."

As she got out the microwavable snacks she stated to Sara. "You knew about the reporter didn't you?"

Sara tried to look surprised. "Wait what? What makes you think that?"

Alisha smiled. " a woman always knows. We are always one step ahead. You'd think these men would understand that by now."

"When he got injured, I spent a few nights at his house. While he was out, she sent him a bear with an edible arrangement. It was signed 'your TayBae.' That's not someone who thinks the relationship cooled down. Then there were posts on Tumblr saying he picked her up from the airport over the summer. Which would have been right before he met me." She sighed. " I don't want to say anything, cause that would make me hypocrite with Harry but it's eating me up."

"Sara you can't do that. It wouldn't make you a hypocrite. Your relationship with Harry was long over before Justin came into the picture." She pondered over that.

"The only solace is that everytime he has been in LA I've been with him, the exception being when I was in New York."

"Well I'm not trying to sound like Joe, but if he asked you to be his girlfriend, he would have ended it. He isn't like that."

Sara believed it. "Okay"

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"We doing a victory Brisket at Herb's house? Justin looked up from his tablet to see the whole team smiling at him. "I don't know man. My ribs hurt and we should rest."

"You are so full of shit. I heard you ask the doc for an injection after the game." Bash began laughing. "Oh I get it Herb you in for a long night ehh. Atta boy!" The plane began laughing while Justin flushed red. He had a nice night planned with Sara, one that didn't involve the team."

"That's none of your business." Was all he could say and it sent the boys laughing harder. Mike jumped in. "Ayyee gathering at Herbs tomorrow who's in?"

The usual group chimed in that they would be there. He heard a new voice. "I'm in." He looked over and saw Bosa staring at the group. "I've been wanting to try this famous Brisket you all rave about. "Justin thought nothing of it. Although it was weird that he was joining them.

It was whatever, he just wanted to go home to Sara. He had some plans.

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Justin woke up. He felt refreshed.

Except he wasn't on the team plane, he wasn't even on the damn bus.

He was in bed. His bed. He looked around, seeing the usual. Nothing seemed different, until he looked at the photos on the wall. Which was weird, cause he didn't have photos in his bed.

There was one of his family, and one of him and Sara. He felt something on his finger and he looked. It was a shiny silver band. He held up his hand and inspected it.

"Hi baby!" He looked up to see Sara enter the room. Her stomach looked a little swollen. "Your kid is really active today."

Before he could respond he woke up. He was gasping for breath. He was back on the plane. No one was paying attention. He rested his head and took a deep breath.

That was weird. That meant nothing

Right?

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"How are your ribs?"

Justin let out a heavy gasp as Sara moaned. "You're seriously ughhhhh oh god baby asking me about my ribs?" He let out another moan as Sara rolled her hips "Fuck baby don't stop."

He was sitting on the bed feet down while Sara was riding him. As soon as he came through the door they were all over each other. Justin had shown her why it wasn't a good idea for him to shave his facial hair. (She had teased him before about shaving, she might have to rethink that)

She moaned as Justin started to suck and bite at her nipples. Once he discovered it as her weakness there was no going back. "God I love your tits." He took them both in his hands and squished his face in between them. "Mine, no one else gets to see these." Sara rolled her eyes. She had mentioned to him that she had a couple roles she had to turn down because they wanted full frontal nudity. She was okay with bras and sex scenes, even the illusion she was nude but that was it. She didn't expect Justin to be so possessive. It was fucking hot to be honest.

"Oh god babe I'm gonna cum!" Sara moaned as she came, him throwing his head back as she felt him release in her. They both collapsed on the bed. Trying to catch their breaths. Sara looked over at Justin and smiled, him returning the expression. "Sooo tomorrow.." He trailed off as she began tracing his chest. "Some of the guys are coming over tomorrow for a victory Brisket. I have to order a bunch of groceries."

"We can go shopping tomorrow. I can make some cookies or something." She couldn't hide the excitement in her voice as she thought about meeting his teammates.

"Naw I think we should just get delivery, it will be easier and you know…." He didn't finish the sentence. She already knew where it was going. He didn't want to draw attention, she exhaled. "I know you're right." She got up to use the bathroom and she heard Justin get up and follow her. She decided to take a bath, she was surprised to see all the bath stuff he bought.

Sara lit some candles and started the water. Looking for the bubble solution, she dumped a hefty amount. As she was doing this she felt his eyes on her. "I'm sorry." He said

"For what?" She submerged herself, moaning as the warm water hit all the Sore muscles.

"One day I'll be comfortable with being on camera and photographed. It's just intimidating. The fame, I guess it's just people prying into my life I don't like."

She nodded "I understand, trust me it's a lot. Everyone knows almost everything about you but honestly it silences people. I used to be like that. Closed off, but I feel like it gives people ammo to talk crap, to fill the narrative with what they want. I'm not saying life has to be an open book, but people can make things up." He smiled. "I guess. Can I join you?"

"You don't have to ask." He slipped in and rested his head against her shoulder as she laid kisses on his neck. "Are you trying to go for round two?" She laughed. "I mean," her hand slipped down and began to trace his abs. "I wouldn't be opposed. But you gotta be careful. I don't need LA coming after me because I put you out for the season." He snorted. "Die by fucking you is a dream."

She laughed and continued rubbing his chest, avoiding the mid section. Justin sighed. "Please don't stop."

And she didn't, and they did go for round two."

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"Alright guys. Practice and media tomorrow. I think we all know the keys to beating the browns next week." Staley turned off the projector and the guys got up. They had a workout, followed by some video review of next week's opponent. It was noon, and Justin had told the guys that were coming over to be at his home around three. He and Sara had delivered a bunch of groceries and she was running around making sure they had enough food prepared. She had texted him pictures of the salads she made as well as drinks. It was a lot, but some guys would be able to take home leftovers as well. Sara had Italian roots, she told him as such there was no such thing as too much food.

Justin got home, showered and saw that Sara was dressed and ready. "Do you need my help with anything?" She shook her head no "you can start grilling whenever you want." He gave her a kiss and started seasoning the meat and got everything ready. Before they knew it it was 3 and some people started arriving. Once the fawning over who she was stopped everyone began relaxing.

Sara noticed Justin's demeanor was different. When he introduced her he just introduced her as 'Sara' no 'my girlfriend' or anything. She tried to not let it get to her. But he kept giving her one word answers and seemed to act like a friend would. She took a deep breath as she refilled her water. 'That's just how he is. ' she thought

'"Hi you must be Sara." A voice broke her from her thoughts. "Yes hi -"

In front of her was a very big, tall man. He looked like he could be straight out of Game of thrones. Joey Bosa. She smiled, “Why yes I am, you must be Bosa.” He raised his eyebrows. “Look at you using my last name, you must have been watching me a lot on the field.” He held out a cake. “I am not a baker, so I just stopped at a bakery, I am Italian, so we never go to anyone’s house empty handed.” She took it, it was a chocolate bundt from Nothing Bundt Cakes “Oh my favorite, also Bosa, I knew that was Italian. I am as well.”

“Really? Wozniak isn’t Italian.”

“My mom’s side is Italian, her maiden name is Ricci.” Joey let out an ahhh .

Truth be told Joey had been there for quite some time, he had come in through the backyard and greeted the guys. He had noticed Justin failed to mention that there was even a woman in the home, let alone his girlfriend. Mike had been filling him in all about this new relationship. Joey knew that his QB could be a douche when it came to girls. Justin was oblivious to Taylor wanting to be more than a hookup, Hannah from the Bachelor wanting to take their relationship public and he ended up dumping her. However, Sara Wozniak was not someone to play with. Call him fan crazed, but he always liked her movies, when he would catch interviews she seemed like a cool person. So far he was right, she was easy to talk to, and the fact that she went out of her way to throw together this shindig for hungry football players? Sara was a dream.

He was awestruck by her beauty, especially seeing her up close. Once he knew all the guys were outside, he made the excuse of putting the cake on the counter. Which led him here, paying more attention to the brunette beauty more than her own boyfriend.

Speaking of Herb he interrupted the conversation when he opened the sliding door to announce the food is ready. As everybody began to fill up their plates Joey noticed that Justin sat by the team at the dining room table and began discussing plays, leaving Sara to sit by herself at the island. Once he got his plate he put it next to Sara, she looked up and smiled at him and he smiled back. His heart skipped a beat.

He wasn’t the guy to move on his buddy’s girl, but if Justin couldn’t see what was in front of him, maybe she would start looking in a different direction, and he would be right in her line of sight.

A/N Hey guys, I apologize, I feel like this is a weak chapter on my end. I am just on a high after an amazing week 4. But Yes All I am going to say about Bosa is... It be your own sometimes *devil emoji*

Feel free to ask any questions, comment, show concern, my ask box is always open

#justin herbert #nfl imagine #justin herbert imagine #alexa writes collide #sara and justin canon

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For all you entrepreneurs out here, blank sens spikes, yellow cloth and insect repellant are selling hot right now. Also wondering, anyone ever feel like they're being watched, after using green spikes? I asked someone about it, and they said 'It's a door, not a window.' //Axol

Been finding bodies ... yeah, hold on before you interrupt. Bodies without any blood in them. So, what's up? There a blood shortage? I know it sells, sure. Some folks are either sloppy or desperate for the red. //Draugr

Swear it felt like I almost walked in on a vein being tapped while I was checking out a place ... don't ask. Anyway, body was still warm. Felt like I was being watched. //Draugr

Just gotta rant heads, favorite turkish grill just got lit up in some pimp’s turf war, as if these pricks need another street corner more’n I need my protein block döner, you could barely tell the difference! And their pilav was the real deal, man... // Franceska

People don't think about it, but there's a lot of religious diversity here. Holo Jesus and doomsayers. Druggie bug cultists and black magic what-have-yous. Techno collectivists worshipping some kind of machine. Weird stuff. But just people trying figure their shit out. // Draugr

Been encountering some weird shit on the streets recently, a lotta people in accidents, crashes, falls, fits, so far so normal yeah? Well, a bunch of these people had these weird iridescent eyes and seemed to be in some kinda trance, anyone know anything about this? //Enn

Following up on that question about explosives earlier: I found a box of pipe bombs in an abandoned squat not that long ago. Homemade. Probably local. Either way, an influx of explosives is a bad sign. //Draugr

The proof of our failure is that even with the bounty of cybernetic and genetic augmentation we are content to exceed our humanity only mentally and physically, but not morally. //Panzer Kunst:0.1

We who should use our self creation to be angels have made ourself demons with fresh hells to occupy. //Panzer Kunst:0.1

Walking down a sidestreet a little after midnight, heard someone singing up on a roof somewhere. Crisp. Clear. Unfiltered. When was the last time you sang? //The Maenad

They used to say that every time a door closes, another one opens. Problem with Cinci is, every door sucks. And if you don't pick, Cinci will pick for you. //Core

It doesn't matter if you're a whore down on their luck or a hardcore sadistic thug, some heads will still try to jump you in an alley. And that's why natural selection is fake. //Supernova

People always ask me why I wear so much armour? Simple. If someone shoots you, you have a problem yes? Well if someone shoots you and it only bruises? They have a problem. //Death Said

Why wouldn't the corps acknowledge the Shakes exist? They could make serious bank off selling remedies. When the corps go out of their way to not make easy money you know things are extra shady. //Draugr

Man, what people don't understand is, this shit's all in the game. Some head catches two in the teeth for dropping dime, that's just the game. 'Nother gets a payday for preppin' needles for the girls on the block, that's the game. You either a player, or played. //Zara One

The howling apparition steal your mind in the ochre sunset of your coming birth. The locust will eat your eyes and in turn you will see out of theirs. A multitude. A massless movement intertwined as the dust lands heavily upon the world. //Morlden

This is the Fucker From Flint, got a warning for any listeners all the way in Cinci. //FFF

Flint n' Steel, a local gang of chromed up pyromaniacs are migrating your way, their leader suddenly went crazy(er) last few weeks, screaming he can find the "Burning Ochre Fountain of Flame" or something, and apparently you guys have it. //FFF

Watch out, and turn around and run if you start smelling burnt... everything. //FFF

What? Summerz here already? Winter went by in a Hazzze for me. THE HEAT IS COMING!! //Burn't

We do this song, this dance. We know the lyrics by heart. Tempos rise and genres change, but we do this song this dance. Knives rise and faces change, but we do this song this dance. The record skips once again. //Muss IX

DJ Underbyte, checkin’ in to keep yo circuits sizzlin’. I ain’t no fan o’ the corpo man, but man some of y’all need to chill out down there. //DJ Underbyte

Met with the guy a couple times after, not quite a friend but he was a cool dude. Up close got to see its paintjob, and even got to drive it once. Was fucking wild, and YOU can buy the "Flying Jack" spike from Jags! Tell em "Blue Stripes" for a discount. //Jack

No, I am not, not, am not dead, even in pieces I am more alive than ev-ever. I was broken, but I paid to be-ee f-f-fixed in another way. It hurts, I can barely talk n-now, or see, hear, or even be be moved, but I can watch and listen, with my new eyes. //A Blue Striped Drone

My eyes, eyes they go where I can not, can not... f-fly. They go by and far to see, gift that viv-vision to me. Don't shoot for the s-skies. Its my true home, now. I might f-fire back. //A Blue Striped Drone

For the first time in history we have the way to influence our own evolution, and of course the corpos who did it all whip up fear and panic about 'muties' and get them killed on sight. Bullshit. //Kalico

This whole city stinks. Stinks something bad, stinks something rotten, like the sensation of gasoline burning the nostrils. Starting to think it's just one big powder keg waiting to blow, and despite being kneedeep in it I can't help but want to strike a match //Herald

Found another black clinic today. What was left of it. That rancid smell from a meat freezer that wasn't cold no more. Rusty surgical tools plastered to an old fast food tray in blood and viscera. Desperation's worse than any gang in Cinci. //Shortwave Sam_Ry

Data day, day to day: Controversy as neo Noh-thrash legends Sucker for Pain announce tickets to their latest tour can only be purchased via 'aten-bucks' the Sinzal backed neuro coins.//Data day

Data day, Day to day: Space Mom and the Magnificent Sapcaddies ( whose lead singer's break with Sucker for Pain lead to 3 arrests announce the 'More for your money' tour advertised exclusively on the Aten-buck network. //Data Day

All dates to clash with Sucker For Pain's newly anounced tour. //Data Day

Everyday you change a little. Everyday I Change a lot. Everyday is a New day. //New Natti

Been a hot minute, Cinci. Been in a haze, feels like. Anyway, hot tip. Around the dump I spied a game of King of the heap. Head with a metal blade past the elbow on the left arm. Good fighter, good odds if you got the cash. Might be a good bodyguard? Your call. // Tee-J

Who you were doesn't matter. Who you will be isn't a concern. Who you are right now is static. Most of you are boring and sad, staying the same inside even as some of you claim to embrace Change. //New Natti

But you're still you. Not me. I'm not the same Me you saw yesterday. Real, full Change takes more than just a pretty face. //New Natti

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The Day Before the Music Died

Journal Entry: Feb. 2, 1959

It was a cold winter morning as I sat in my seat waiting for the plane to take off. We had just played a show the previous day and we were up the rest of the night having trouble with our tour bus. As I sat there in that cramped plane, my back ached due to the seat being stiff and cold. We were all tired and ready for the tour to be over. The whole day has been one disaster after another and I know this may sound a little morbid, but quite frankly dying seemed more appealing right now rather than making it to our next show.

Buddy stopped scribbling notes down in his journal as he looked up and stared out the tiny plane window. He couldn't see anything but the soul-draining darkness of a dimly lit runway and the dauntingly long flight with barely anytime to sleep before their next destination. They had had a hell of a long night and at this point, they all wished that they could call it quits and go home.

Glancing over his shoulder were Valens and ol' Bopper passed out in the seats behind him. Picking up his pen and journal once again Buddy began jotting down some thoughts about last nights show.

I am so tired, but I can't sleep on plane rides. At least it's finally warm though and we're done dealing with that god damn tour bus.

That show was one of the coldest nights that we had played. We had arrived at the venue in Clear Lake, Iowa, tired, cold, and worn out from constant traveling. To be honest, my heart wasn't really in it that night, but we pulled ourselves together and got ready for the show anyways. That's show biz for ya'.

Surf Ballroom was actually really nice though, better than some of the places we've played recently. The room had a sort of classiness that made us feel more like theater musicians rather than a bunch of no-good rockstars playing that devil's rock n' roll music. It was fun. While we got ready for the show, I remember Ritchie and I were tuning our guitars and practicing a little bit when J.P. called out from across the dance floor holding a drink and a fat cigar. "Quit practicing so much, you're already big shots. Come have a drink and relax a little!"

We finally got everything set up and we were ready for sound check, or the "pre-show" as some of us called it jokingly, because, usually we went ahead and ran through most of our songs for that night plus jamming a little bit too.

After we were all set up, it was time to have a beer and relax for a minute before going out on stage again. Having downtime, seldom as it was is important to us because life on the road wasn't easy, not in the least bit. I mean sure it was fun, for a while, but after a while you wake up and you realize that your whole life is coming and going to different cities, setting up and then playing a show late into the night, then hitting the hay and waking up the next morning in another city ready to do it all over again. It was exhausting.

Eventually it came time to play the show and I have to say, as tired as we were the show rocked. From the minute that we opened with the first sing to the last song that we played it was a night filled with musical wonder. At least for us, and I hope it was the same for our fans. The music that night just felt somehow magical as if it just made your soul feel at home. We played with all our hearts, as if it'd be like our last show or something. It of course wasn't going to be. We still had to finish the tour. Our next show was going to be in Fargo N.D. Anyway, I guess I feel that if we walked away right now and that show in the Surf Ballroom in little ol' Clear Lake, Iowa was our last, well I think I'd be okay with that.

After the show had ended, I remember two boys running up to me. One of them said "Buddy, Buddy, Buddy. I want to be just like you some day." The other said that I was a hero. I feel bad that I don't remember either of their names, but it was sweet. We had packed up everything from the show and now it was time to hit the road.

Buddy set his pen down and let his journal fall on his lap as he slowly drifted off to sleep and to be at peace with his music.

Leading up to this point after the three rockstar icons got the tour bus packed and were ready to go abd get out of the freezing cold February winter their in the middle of nowhere Iowa, they were told by the driver that the heater on the bus was out. Tired and a little cranky Buddy spoke up for the gang and said a harsh "No! We are not taking this bus. I'll arrange for a plane to fly us."

They all boarded the flight not knowing that they were entering the final gates of life.

Surf Ballroom in little ol' Clear Lake, Iowa was indeed a memorable final show for Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and The Big Bopper, but it was only the beginning of an amazing journey of rock n' roll history that those three men had pioneered together.

R.I.P. Boys

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arcanadreams · 3 years

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That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?)

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~”

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams.

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that.

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way.

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism.

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?”

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on.

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process.

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care.

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet.

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention.

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram.

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place.

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly.

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS #obey me #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #posts

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jeontaeil-archived · 3 years

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CHARLIE'S KINKTOBER - DAY 13

JENO + HAND KINK

lee jeno was an asshole, but at least he had some pretty hands to stare at.

maybe that made your job a little harder than it should have been. you could never keep your eyes away from those slender and calloused fingers.

his veins showed prominently, bulging from underneath his skin in a striking and provocative manner. and though they seemed far from it, his hands were kind of big. big enough to make your stomach do a bunch of somersaults at least.

plus, the way he carried three to four comics between each finger or jostled around with tall, empty glasses of iced americanos, and how they made his forearm go taut was a sight one could never ignore.

whether jeno was aware of your obsession with his hands, you would never know. and frankly, you were saving yourself the embarrassment. because there was no way that he'd actually let you live, knowing that his hands were the cause of some very raunchy dreams you had certain nights. not him, but his hands.

much to your dismay however, jeno ended up finding out. now you didn't know how, or why (because no one other than you knew of this information), but it seemed like jeno wasn't planning on telling you either. you just had to assume that he'd always had an inkling. he wasn't the most self aware, but he was good at reading people. he usually was able to deduce exactly what was going on in that complicated mind of yours and he often used his ability to steal your words from you during a heated back and forth.

"y/n's got a hand kink," he teased in a sing song voice. he wasn't even trying to keep his voice low. a customer glanced up at the two of you, clearly wondering if they'd heard correctly. you rolled your eyes and pretended to busy yourself with organizing the otherwise neat counter.

"aye stop being a buzz kill. this is why i hate working the same shift as you." despite the resentment in his tone, he playfully poked your arms, yearning for your attention.

"is the customer still here," you asked, not bothering to check yourself? jeno raised a brow, nonetheless confirming that it was just the two of you in the comic cafe at the moment. "why, do you wanna experiment or something?"

"experiment with what?"

"what else idiot? my hands of course."

you didn't have to look at him to see the sheepish grin on his face. but that didn't matter to you for some reason. instead of jumping to reprimand him for the comment you found yourself considering it.

you knew jeno was joking, even though the line between seriousness and sarcasm was pretty much non existent with anything that he said. still, you couldn't help but wonder what he'd do if you agreed.

"hmm, sure. let's do it," you said as nonchalantly as possible, trying to ignore the internal agony you felt because of your charade. jeno's raised brow went higher. a smile played at his lips, widening each second he stared at you, absolutely dumbfounded. for the first time ever, you'd caught him off guard. this gave you a sense of triumph and you smirked. that was enough for jeno to drop his smile unnaturally and pretend like he wasn't phased.

"you sure?" he asked, stepping closer to you. swallowing hard, you nodded, trying your best not to let your gaze falter.

before you knew it, he had you backed up against the counter, trapping you between his arms. suddenly, you felt small. he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pulling you forward so that you wouldn't lean away from him. "take off your pants," he instructed.

you couldn't help but furrow your brows. "what? completely?" jeno sneered at you. "just get them off."

as soon as your jeans were at your knees jeno started rubbing you through your panties. it took you a second to register what was going on. the occurrence was so unfathomable that for a second you felt like you were dreaming. he quickly slipped his hand inside your panties, toying at your slit before pushing a finger in. glancing over his shoulder, jeno also pushed two fingers in your mouth to silence your moans.

you held his wrist, sucking on his fingers earnestly. they were so warm and slender, you were going insane. "this is so pitiful," jeno cooed, "you've been dying to get touched like this, haven't you," he asked?

it was true and you didn't need to confirm that for him.

jeno pressed your clit with his thumb, adding on to your pleasure. you gently bit down on his fingers, humming in gratitude.

then, out of nowhere, you both heard the door ring open. jeno leisurely pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you gasping for air. a customer walked towards the counter and you scrambled to pull your pants back up, even though they couldn't see that far below.

"welcome," jeno greeted, doing your job for you. he nudged your hand and made you look at his fingers, slick in your arousal. "what can i get for you?"

#nct smut #jeno smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #kinktober

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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alwaysxyou · 3 years

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hello i am home from vegas and finally wrapping my head around harrys first show so here’s some highlights!!!!!!!

we saw them waxing the floors before harry came on and i out loud went “oh this is gonna be good” and i was correct

the gasp from half the crowd when im coming out started during pre show

there were so many bi flags!! big ones!! rainbow ones too, in very clear eyeshot of harry, draped over railings. there were more rainbows than pictures are showing. we were close to the stage and saw lots of people had little ones. lots of rainbow boas too

harry’s SMILE WHEN HE GOT ON STAGE!! he popped out of the floor and half the crowd didn’t realize he was there and then the screams were deafening and he LIT UP

he very purposefully lowered his voice when doing the lyric change in golden. we didn’t catch what it was live and that’s why it’s not 100% clear in videos

during she, he nodded to the crowd and looked around to make sure we sang “he plays pretend” louder with him

the fucking gasp from the crowd when two ghosts went into falling

he made sure everyone sung along to lights up and sang it with his whole fucking chest

a pride flag was tossed onstage during canyon moon. he turned and saw it as it was being thrown and it landed mostly on stage with some a bit hanging off. he SPRINTED to it and picked it up and moved it further on stage so it wouldn’t fall off. during the rest of the song he looked down anytime he walked by to make sure he didn’t kick or step on it

he picked it up during tpwk and looked so happy and full of energy!! a second flag was tossed onstage and he grabbed that one too and was so dancey prancey

i took a video of tpwk and i was standing still but when he picked up the pride flag the place went so nuts my camera was shaking and the entire place with physically moving

anytime he talked to the crowd about how excited and grateful he was to be back on stage he got choked up and started crying, it was visible on the screens

it was so fucking hot in the arena oh my god it was 100°F+/38°C outside and you could fucking feel it whenever harry stopped to talk and the screens focused on his face you could see the sweat DRIPPING off his face and chest homeboi was MOIST

he seemed SO HAPPY to be on stage and dancing around he was glowing (not including the sweat)

give him fringe every time he was having a fucking blast

he vibed with the band so well

oh also mitch almost never left sarah’s side and was always looking over at her to check on her. he moved around but was basically circling her stand. during his she solo he walked to the end of the runway and sarah never took her eyes off him and she didnt miss a fucking beat it was insane

during encore when the band came back before harry they started hyping the crowd up they were so invested in the crowd it was really fun

harry and the entire arena went HARD to kiwi like the place was going nuts (i went so hard and screamed so much and got so warm that kiwi ended and i legit almost threw up)

he did not want to leave he kept dancing around and sprinting around the stage

also he for sure underestimated the size of the stage and how much running he was going to do but he was so excited about having so much space to dance around

his mic cord got caught on a stand at one point and his face when he was trying to pull it was so cute

he had a bunch of mic stands and one time he took a mic and moved it and forgot, so he went to go back right before he had to sing and there wasnt a mic and he had to BOOK IT across stage to get to another mic

he had bottles of water set aside for drenching the crowd

at points he looked a little nervous but for sure like first time back on stage jitters and then the crowd would amp up and he would smile so big

i for sure think more songs will be added during the run since the set was a little short, but i think they were trying to get a feel for how it’d be on stage again and with that stage setup, plus how crowds are going to be since things look a little different

after harry left the band had a little moment when they got to hype up the crowd and jam out it was a BLAST

im forgetting a lot for sure so ill add more if i remember but he was having so much fun and looked so so fucking happy to be back on stage

#you could really tell like #he had been waiting for this even more than we have #he looked like himself again he looked so happy and comfortable to be back on stage #and like he had been counting down the seconds #it was an honor to get to see him dance again #harry styles #my post #love on tour my show 1

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sunookkii · 3 years

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hey i know request are closed but this idea just got stuck in my mind and i wanted you to write sum about it if you like it 😭 so basically its an enha reaction/scenario ? where they forget your birthday, (maybe not in a bad way but i dont mind if its angst) hope ur good btw !! <3

a/n : OMG WAIT SRY TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT THIS ONE FOR SUM REASON REALLY STUCK OUT TO ME i hope you enjoyyy ;) also I wrote so much I’m so sorry- [not really read proof~]

Also i am well ty for asking >.<

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Enhypen forgetting your bday~

Genre : angsty ish

Warnings : mentions of food, crying, one swear word??

Requested : yes ty beautiful person ;)

Heeseung :

Okay okay so its your birthdayyy and you were really excited for what to happen because you wanted to see what kind of surprise your boyfriend did for your birthday

But to your luck he forgot :(

So you spent all day giving him hints like ‘what day is it’ and at one point you gave up and started pouting really hard

And your face was just overall sad everyone else had remembered your birthday including the members, but for your boyfriend to forget it lowkey hurt

Almost half the day passed and he still didn’t remember

So you ended up going into the room by yourself and started to cry

Your whimpers got louder and louder even though you were trying your best to stay quiet so he doesn’t hear

A few minutes past by and heeseung started looking for you because he sensed something was wrong.

He looked on the calendar really really carefully and FINALLY he came to his realization that it was your birthday but it was kinda too late cuz you hid yourself in your room to cry.

He came into your room to wish you a happy birthday but he sees you curled up into a ball crying to yourself

He felt so bad after this happened, “IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WONT EVER GORGET AGAIN!”

He hugs you so tight as if your life depended on it, won’t leave you out of his sight for the rest of the day. You’ll be hearing a lot of hbds and ilys for the rest of the day~

^ so yeah 🤕

Jay :

I feel like it’s rare that he forgets these type of dates buut for the sake of tumblr lets pretend he completely forgot 😧

You woke up in a great mood because it was your birthday of course

You were expecting to be receive a hbd wish from your boyfriend, but nope nothing all morning.

You received a bunch of hbd wishes on Instagram and other platforms mentioning you, but none of them were from jay :(

You quickly got frustrated and because it was your birthday and your bf the person you love most didn’t remember really hurt

So gradually your face became wet from heated silent tears. But unlike heeseung he would super quickly notice because he’s on his phone a lot and he dates things like ‘y/ns bday’ (idk but I imagine him dating things on his phone)

He’d then be like OH SHIT ITS YN’s BD

Runs to you soooooo quick just to see your face red and a bit wet.

Once your eyes connected your tears started to come out quicker

He literally runs up to you to hug you HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO SORRY I FORGOT

After he said that he ran away from you leaving you alone, which made your heart drop thinking that he didn’t care.

But once you finally came out of your room you were greeted with a homemade delicious cake your boyfriend made for you that looked like this

You could tell he felt really bad bc usually he always had a smile on his face while cooking but this time it was a ‘I’m sorry’ face

“I’m really really sorry please forgive me”

All was forgiven bc the cake tasted so mf ing good

Jake :

It was your birthday today, a day that only came once a year so like any other human being it’s a special day for you

You were super excited to see what Jake did for you, because every birthday you had with him was always such a surprise

But today was sort of… different? :(

You saw jake in the living room on the tv and went straight up to him with a smiley face. “GOOODMORNINGGG” 😁

After cuddling for a while on the couch you lifted up your head and asked him If he knew what day it was, he just replyed with a simple Wednesday? With a confused face

I’m pretty sure that one word was enough to make you pretty upset 😅🥲

You started to pout and went back into his chest with a disappointed face.

“Ahh what what, what day is it tell me?” He said playfully, not realizing it was your birthday.

You stayed silent as he checked his phone, ‘y/n’s birthday don’t forget’

When i tell you he gasped he GASPED.

You were already in the verge of tears “IM SO SORRY HBD BABY”

You were still a bit upset at him so you replied with ‘did you really need your phone to tell me what day it was’ 😕

He hugs you tighter while mumbling ‘hbd hbd hbd’

Suddenly let you go of his arms and said he had an errand. Without any explanation he got his car keys to go somewhere leaving you and your thoughts by yourself.

‘Does he not love me anymore that he doesn’t even want to spend time with me on my birthday? ☹️😭”

A while later he comes back and you’re luckily still on the couch where he left you

^^this dude came back with three beautiful cakes from your local cake stores. “I’m bacccckkkk!! please forgive meeeee you know i love you with all my heart 🥺” (okay i hate to use this emoji but there isn’t any other way to describe it TT)

You obviously forgave him because you know it was never his intention to forget,,, “you owe me hugs and kisses for the rest of the day :(“ kindly accepts your request because that is something he’d never complain about #freecuddlesfromyn

Sunghoon :

Okay but like hear me out he’s the type of boyfriend that would ‘pretend’ he forgot your birthday but he actually didn’t

So when he ACTUALLY forgot you just thought he was joking until…

“Hooonieeee, stop joking around I’m seriouss”

“I’m serious too i seriously don’t know what day it is”

“What…”

You leave him for a bit alone with his thoughts, not even gna lie if he did end up forgetting your bday it would take him a while to remember it

But once he remembers he feels so bad 😭

Tackles you with so many hugs and bday kisses and showers you with I’m sorrys and hbd wishes

genuinely ask himself how he forgot the lohls birthday (love of his life’s) literally beats himself for it

And you have to tell him that it’s fine and that you forgive him~

Brings out the birthday cake and sings you a happy birthday song while clapping and laughing.

Puts cake on your nose

Sunoo :

Idk if he’s the type to forget but like jay I don’t think he’d forget

I feel like to him birthdays are the MOST special thing/ date for a person

Like obviously the rest of the members think that but especially sunoo really like sticks to this

So if he had forgotten your birthday you were sooo hurt you ignored him the whole day keeping your distance until he finally remembered

Once he remembered he went to go find you ASAP where you were hiding int he corner of the bedroom moping

He showers you with hugs cuddles kisses pecks, you name it he does it

He feels so bad that he could forget smtg like this, literally asks himself how he could forget such an important date

If the convenience store was still open he’d run to the nearest store and surprise you with a birthday cake. But not just any cake it’d be a cake that was decorated by the one and only Kim Sunoo

Would prepare it so nicely and even have a lit up candle so you can wish on it.

the type to surprise you with it even though he forgot. Brings it to your room while singing the hbd song.

Puts cake frosting on your nose #2, takes lots and lots of pictures to post on insta later

caption : “happy birthday sunshine~”

Jungwon :

he was on the couch as per usual just scrolling through his phone to keep himself occupied but also updated

Not knowing what day it was,,,,,,,

you come outside of your bedroom excitedly to expect a wishful happy birthday wish from the person you love most

But for some reason it oddly seemed like a normal day

“Wonnniiieee my loveeee, guess what day it is!” You said with a sheepish smile

“Hmm wednesday?” He said looking up at you with a calm face

Your happy smile soon became a little pout

“You really don’t know?”

“Isn’t it just a regular Wednesday? Why is there something special?”

oh my- he broke your heart right then and there

You run back into your room because you feel heated tears about to fall, even though it was something small the thought of him not remembering your birthday the day of your birth hurt. A little.

Jungwon was actually super clueless he genuinely didn’t know what day it is but something about you seemed off and the way you ran to your room was quite odd to him so he went and followed you

Before he opened the door he already heard small whimpers from the corner of the bed, and that immediately triggered him and he was about to beat up anyone that made you feel sad 😠 little did he know it was him who made you feel that way

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying”

He holds your chin and turns it to get a better look

wiping your tears with his thumb, you were being a dramatic his giggles make you feel a bit better even though you were mad at him for forgetting

“You forgot my birthday.” You said to him while crying

You can literally see the gears in his brain start to turn when his face went from 😄 -> 😳

“IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY” hugs you so tight that you literally can’t breathe

Doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better, “I’m really sorry for forgetting your birthday, I don’t really know what got into me, please forgive me.”< cue the cutest kitty puppy eyes

He kept on rambling on abt how he was sorry and deserves your forgiveness you literally had to shut him up, he was sorry please forgive him >~<

Cuddles you for the rest of the day

Niki :

He was playing video games normally on his phone, until you excitedly stormed into his room “hiiiii babbbbyyyy”

“Well someone is happy today :)”

“Well of course bc u know what day it isss ;)”

“Wednesday?”

😧😦 < that’s what you looked like when he didn’t know, “you really don’t remember?”

“hmm I’m not too sure” he said before going back to his game

you slowly became disappointed and just ‘celebrated’ your birthday by yourself in the kitchen. :,((

he didn’t notice that you were sad at first bc he was busy playing on his phone, around an hour later he went to the kitchen to get a snack when he sees you in the kitchen staring into space rested your chin on you arm.

‘Are you okay? You seemed fine earlier’

You decided to play the silent game and just avoided him... so he tried to get you to talk to him but after a while it didn’t work so he sort of gave up and went to ask his hyungs what’s wrong with you.

“Niki,,, it’s y/n’s birthday omg did you forget??????” Jake said texting niki

and that’s when the lightbulb in his brain turned on

He rushed to the kitchen and back hugged you so tight and gave you so many cheekie kissies to try and make up for ‘forgetting’

But to his luck you were still mad at him

Soooo he came up with the idea of going to the convenience store really quick to get you a bunch of flowers and a nice cake to surprise you~

You ended up forgiving him because he was tickling you threatening you to forgive him

N knowing Niki he’s not a person you can be mad at for long <3

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