#fun fact: i started paying more attention to hands when i started playing the guitar

[schnaf]

22 days until gaon's 22nd birthday

day 2 - gaon's hands in the pluto mv

#xdinary heroes #gaon #kwak jiseok #gaon22 #xh #ugh when i saw the mv for the first time i KNEW i had to make this gifset #the close ups.... they served 🙌 #fun fact: i started paying more attention to hands when i started playing the guitar #and i like hands that look like they could play the guitar #well and then i had a full circle moment when i saw jun han's hands for the first time #because his hands are............. BOI. AND they're also pretty useful for playing the guitar! #and gaon's hands are so neat too and he's also playing the guitar AND on this gifset he's using my favorite guitar of his #honorary mention to ode who might even win the xh hand competition #ugh but as far as i know he's the only one who doesn't play the guitar yet??? gaon pls help a dude out

[pinknightsinmymind]

to you, whats the biggest difference between abby and ellie? in a relationship and during sex

OOOOH i think this is a really good question!! bear with me bc this is kind of a long post, and i hope it makes sense? i hope you guys can understand what i'm trying to say lol. also, post is below the cut bc it is pretty long and there are some nsfw elements (nothing crazy but it is there). anyways, enjoy!

in relationships:

hear me out! i think the biggest difference between the two is the fact that ellie is an introvert while abby is an extrovert. i think it really influences the two and how they show their love.

abby is a huge extrovert. when she walks around the WLF base, everyone knows her, they stop to talk to her, and they feel an equal amount of respect and fear towards her. her presence is just so commanding, just so attention grabbing, because she just has that charisma about her, you know? in a modern!au, she’s probably extremely popular as well. her father’s a rich surgeon, she’s a talented athlete, a good student, and she just moves with this assuredness that guides everything she does. you’d think with all these things she’d be the biggest asshole ever, but she’s not. she’s far from it. she’s sweet, and a dork who likes to tell stupid little jokes. in general, though, she’s loud and proud about everything she does and cares about, and that includes you. she takes you out on dates everywhere, spoils you like crazy, wants to take care of you. abby would buy you whatever you want, whether it's paying for dinner, buying you a clothing item you've been eyeing, beautiful jewelry, new supplies for your hobbies, she'll gladly buy it for you. abby is an open book, and carries herself with a strong “what you see is what you get” kind of attitude. she doesn’t need to be coaxed out of her shell because she’ll gladly interact with any and everyone, and that’s where she and ellie start to differ.

now that’s not to say ellie doesn’t want to show you off or spoil you—because she does—it just looks a little different for her. she’s quiet and reserved at first glance, sticks to herself and her friends, maybe a little too closed off, but once you start talking to her, it’s like unraveling a mystery. there’s so much to learn about her, so many sides of herself she doesn’t show people. she has so many interests, and she’s so smart, too. you get wrapped up in her and her mind easily, so entranced by this quiet girl and finding out who she really is. you think she’s got a beautiful brain and personality, and it matches that pretty face of hers. she shows you off to her friends and family, and spoils you, of course, but with personable gifts that hold meaning to you, and there’s just a sort of quiet intimacy about how she shows her affection. modern!au abby would be obnoxious with PDA, kissing you, holding your hand, arm around you, just very obvious about it. she’s making a loud declaration that you’re hers, but ellie’s is more of a quiet/subtle dominance. the arm ellie has around your waist? the way her hand against the small of your back guides you? the fingers she has interlaced with yours? she doesn’t need to be loud to let other people know you’re hers, because they can just tell by the way she touches you, by the way she glares at anyone who stares at you a little too long.

now this is not to say there is no quiet intimacy with abby—because there is—it’s just a little different. for ellie, intimacy is those little moments kept close and shared only between the two of you. as an introvert, her love is grounded in quiet intimacy. the little drawings she makes you, the songs/poems she writes about you, showing you a new song she’s learned on guitar. she’s a huge homebody who likes to stay in and do things like parallel play, reading comics together, playing video games, movie marathons, things like that. she just loves quality time as a love language! on the contrary, abby loves to take you out and go on fun dates together out in public to show you off.

in addition to at home dates, ellie loves to bring you around her family (her adoptive dad and her older sister, sarah) because she’s just so proud to be yours and have you as hers. she loves bringing you to family get togethers because she's excited for her family to meet you and make you apart of the family, too. that's not to say abby wouldn't do the same, because she would, and she knows for a fact that dr. jerry anderson is going to LOVE you, it's just that for ellie she doesn't let people get close enough to her to meet her family in the first place. for ellie, love is being able to share the parts of herself she doesn’t normally let others see.

for abby, intimacy is in the little things. there is no need to peel back her layers to get to who she really is, because she’s forward about who she is and what she’s about to everyone. but what makes abby different with you is the subtle meanings behind the things she does. with a father who’s a doctor, she’s always been a huge germaphobe, so she doesn’t share her food or her drinks with just anybody. she also doesn’t just let anybody sit in the front seat of her car, she’s not quick to answer just everybody’s texts or phone calls, and in canonverse she’s sure as hell not nice to everybody. but with you, you just pull out that softness in her, and every action of hers just has a little something to it, a special meaning added to them, that can’t be applied to anyone else. and those private moments between the two of you? that’s when it becomes clear there’s something different in how she treats you, from her stolen glances to her gentle touches, all of it. abby’s main love language is acts of service, and it becomes clear that despite her loudness, her honesty, her openness, her love is really shown through the quiet, the unsaid, and the small things. sure, she shows she loves you to both you and others through actions that have loud declarations, but the ones that hold the most weight are the small ones only you are allowed to see and experience because they are special just for you.

when it comes to sex:

while i think both women are extremely sexy, i think there’s a huge difference with how the two women approach sex and express their sexuality, so walk with me here. like i said, both women are sexy, but while ellie just exudes pure raw sex appeal, just an intense sexiness, abby is sensual. ellie is magnetizing, and her charisma pulls you in and makes you do all the work of seduction. she prods you, teases you, flirts with you, but allows you to take the jump. she wants you to decide to kiss her, to put your hands on her, and wants you to initiate to see that you really want her as much as she wants you. that’s just part of her charm. abby, however, with her sensuality, is captivating, and while you are drawn into her because of it, it’s an equal push and pull between the two of you. her sensuality allows her to initiate, but it also allows her to be seduced by you as well. she openly flirts with you, tells you what she wants with you, but she wants you to do the same thing in return. she wants to feel your sexual chemistry, and she loves to create sexual tension. so while abby is not afraid to initiate if she has to, she wants you to have the bravery to do it, too. ellie, however, wants you to initiate the first move the very first time because she’s too scared to, and because she wants to be sure that she’s not imagining the way you look at her, the way you get shy around her, the flirtatious things you say to her. she couldn’t bear the rejection or finding out she misread your intentions, which is why she leaves it to you. however, after that first time, ellie’s not afraid to initiate anymore, and her boldness compared to her previous shyness surprises you every time. she becomes a different person, emboldened and confident, because she knows you want her, too. during sex, ellie carries herself in a way that is so calculated and confident, while abby is so languid, a total romantic to her core.

#ellie williams #abby anderson #ellie williams headcanons #abby anderson headcanons #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #tlou x reader

[jobean12-blog]

Feed the Flame

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader 

Word Count: 2,869

Summary: You like Eddie. He likes you. You’re both shy and sort of oblivious but thankfully Robin and Steve play matchmaker. 

Author’s Note: I don’t even know where I got this idea but I’m so in love with it and how fun and ridiculous Steve and Robin are and it was just so fun to write! And then adding the skating was the best because I love it and thank you so much to my sweet loves @borikenlove and @irisofeden for reassuring me that skating would be an Eddie thing! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely friend @wannabehamlet thank you sweets! 💕

PS The song I chose for the ending is a fave of mine, and although it didn’t come out until 1987, we are gonna pretend that it is 1987 and EVERYHTING IS FINE! 😁😁💕 Listen HERE

Warnings: lots of fun and fluff, flirting, some tension, sweetness, light teasing, good music! 

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @rosetico thank you lovely! 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“You know he’s got the hots for you right?”

At Robin’s matter of fact statement, you look up with a pinched face, the polish brush motionless between your fingers.

“Nuh uh, he doesn’t talk to me enough!” you shoot back. “And I know he talks because he’s always yapping with Dustin and Mike and Lucas! Shit, he even talks to Steve.”

“That’s only because he thinks you’re like an elf Goddess, princess, warrior faery or something…Steve however…is not.”

You stare at your friend, blinking several times before bursting into a fit of giggles. She joins you after throwing your iron maiden cassette at your head.

“Whatever,” she says through her laughter. “Pay better attention when we all go for ice cream this weekend. You’ll see.”

With an obnoxious blow of a raspberry, you echo her “whatever” and go back to painting your nails but as soon as your teeth dig into your bottom lip Robin let’s out an excited screech.

“I knew it! Tell me everything!” she insists.

You look up at her, unable to stop your growing smile.

“He has the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen!” you gush, giggling and dropping to the bed. “And I love his hair!”

Robin presses a hand to her chest, dropping her head back and squealing louder. “You’ve got it bad girl.”

“You’re gonna actually talk to her Saturday right?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie out of the arcade. “You know more than like ‘hello and what’s up?’”

“Dude. It’s not that easy,” Eddie states before chewing on a piece of his hair. “I can’t just be like ‘hey, I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and I want you to be my girl. Let’s play DnD and you can listen to me play guitar and…’”

Steve rolls his eyes. “No. You can’t say that! I mean the guitar stuff is good, chicks love a musician but…”

With an exasperated sigh Steve lays one hand on Eddie’s shoulder, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other.

“Listen Munson. Just…try to say something. Otherwise, you might miss your opportunity and believe me…I know how bad that sucks,” Steve admits.

Eddie’s eyes soften and he nods his head in understanding. “I’ll try. I really like her but I suck at this.”

“Well according to Henderson you’re like the most amazing Dungeon Dude there is,” Steve replies with a theatric wave of his hands. “Can’t you use some of that shit on her?”

“Dungeon Dude?” Eddie scoffs, his eyes wide. “You mean Dungeon Master!”

“Whatever,” Steve grumbles, pushing his flopping hair out of his face. “But apparently you really put on a show so you know…. make it happen!”

“Henderson,” Eddie murmurs. “Love that kid!”

You’re on the line at Scoops Ahoy, staring at the list of flavors when Robin slides up behind you.

“You sure look pretty tonight,” she giggles. “I wonder why???”

“Just for you,” you tell her, winking.

“Well, I really appreciate it and so does someone else,” she teases.

You narrow your eyes and start to turn around toward the table where your friends are sitting.

“Don’t look now!” Robin whisper shouts. “He’s staring again.”

“I don’t believe you!”

And before she can stop you, you spin on your heel and look straight at Eddie, his eyes on you. Your little gasp makes Robin snort and thankfully you have a mind enough to throw him a little wave. His lips part in a smile and he waves back.  

“Well, that wasn’t a complete bomb!” Robin says before she groans and adds, “ah shit, here comes Jock Carver.”

You let out an audible groan and set your jaw in hard line, continuing to stare at the ice cream flavors.

“You here all by yourself beautiful?” Jason asks when he walks up next to you.

Robin’s eyes widen and she scoffs. “Obviously not asshole.”

You laugh and give Robin’s hand a squeeze. “No. I’m with my friends,” you answer Jason without glancing his way.

He laughs mockingly and turns his head to glare at your table of friends. “Hanging with the freaks again I see.”

“Mind your business Carver,” you seethe. “No one asked you.”

“But you know I’d show you a better time right?” Jason croons, stepping closer to you.

You back away with a sour look on your face, thankful that the cashier calls for you next to take your order.

“Fucking Carver. He’s such a d bag,” Steve mutters.

“Why is he talking to her?” Eddie asks, his eyes glued to you during the whole interaction with Jason.

“Because he’s been asking her out all year,” Max states with a roll of her eyes. “Duh.”

Eddie swallows hard and his worried eyes turn to Steve.

“She keeps saying no,” Steve informs Eddie, giving him a knowing look.

When Eddie’s eyes swing back to you, you’re about to pay for your ice cream. Robin walks back to the table and sits next to Steve, pushing everyone around the booth until there’s no room left.

“Hey, you guys didn’t leave me a seat, shove over!” you say when you arrive with your cone.

Robin tries to move but Steve stays glued to the seat.

“We can’t,” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders, “no room.”

Robin elbows Steve and pushes him again. Steve just smiles wider at you.

“What the hell Harrington, make room,” Robin grumbles under her breath.

“Will you quit it,” Steve grumbles back. “I’ve got this.”

Before Robin can give him a sassy reply, Steve blurts out. “Just sit with Eddie.”

“There’s no room,” you state with a deadpan look before smiling sweetly at Eddie. “What do you want me to do? Sit in his lap?”

Robin eyes light up in understanding and she knocks her knee into Steve’s under the table, the action making Steve wince.

“YES!” Robin exclaims. “That’s exactly what you have to do. Right Eddie?”

Dustin, Lucas, Max and Mike are lost in their own argument over the best flavor of ice cream at Scoops Ahoy and are oblivious to the mayhem happening at the front of the table.

You shoot Robin a death glare that only hardens when you move to Steve’s agreeable face, his eyebrows nearly meeting his extremely high hairline.  

You take a deep breath and turn to Eddie to apologize but when you do he spreads his legs and pats his thigh.

“It’s all yours,” Eddie says, clearing his throat.

Before giving yourself time to have a freak out you sit, your body tingling the moment his arm rests gently around your waist.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

“Very,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady.

Deciding the best thing to do is to eat your rapidly melting ice cream you take a lick and try to look anywhere but at Steve and Robin’s overly excited faces.

“That’s my favorite flavor too,” Eddie says. “It’s the best one.”

Your reply is interrupted by Dustin, still oblivious, when he shouts, “NO WAY EDDIE!”

Max’s squints at you and Eddie, clearly assessing. “Why are you in his lap?”

“NO ROOM!” Robin interjects loudly. “And no way what Henderson! No one likes cherry flavor!”

Max looks less than convinced with a roll of her eyes but doesn’t say more while Dustin shoots back at Robin, “YES THEY DO, right Lucas.”

Lucas just shakes his head, his lip curled up in disgust. “NO. Oreo Cookies and Cream is the best.”

Dustin’s head falls back against the cushioned seat and he covers his eyes. “Can’t go anywhere with you people.”

“Want some?” you ask Eddie, turning slightly so you can see him better.

Eddie wraps his hand around your hand that’s around the cone and pulls the vanilla ice cream to his lips, taking a lick while he keeps his eyes on you.

“Thanks,” he whispers, “definitely the best flavor.”

Dustin scoffs and stares at Eddie in betrayed disbelief while Robin and Steve can barely contain their delight.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Mike asks, looking pointedly at Steve and Robin.

“Nothing. Why would anything be wrong. Can’t we enjoy our ice cream with friends,” Robin says quickly and slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry about what’s going on with the adults,” Steve says, his no nonsense look directed at all four kids.

The four kids roll their eyes in unison before Dustin shouts, “hey you guys wanna go to the roller rink tonight?”

“You can’t skate Dustin!” Lucas points out with a smirk.

“Well, I’ll never get better if I don’t practice!” Dustin replies, lifting his brows.

“I love roller skating!” you add, turning to Eddie. “Are you in?”

“You betcha,” he answers.

Eddie offers to drive you to the rink.

“I wanna go with you guys too,” Dustin chimes in.

“Nope Henderson. You’re coming with me,” Steve states, pointing to his car.

“I’ll go with them,” Mike says, walking toward you and Eddie.

“No, you won’t,” Robin says, redirecting Mike toward Steve’s car. “You’re coming with us too.”

“There’s NO ROOM!” Lucas shouts. “Why can’t someone go with them?”

“Just get in the car you nerds,” Max grumbles. “You’re so clueless.”

Lucas, Mike and Dustin all exchange confused looks before huffing and getting in the car. Max glares at Steve and Robin, then at you and Eddie.

“You jerks owe me one,” she grits out before smooshing into the backseat and slamming the door.

You and Eddie exchange a wide-eyed look before he opens the door to the van to let you in and you both miss the silent high five between Robin and Steve.

“How about some Iron Maiden?” Eddie asks you when he starts to drive.

“Sounds great,” you answer, going through his cassettes.

“On no! Wait,” you exclaim. “Put this on.”

You hand him ‘Defenders of the Faith’ by Judas Priest.

“I love this album,” Eddie cheers as he pops it into the cassette player.

Both you and Eddie are still singing when you get out of the car and head into the rink.

“When is he gonna kiss her?” Robin whispers to Steve as they watch you and Eddie walk in.

“At least they’re talking,” Steve says with a nose scrunch.

“Less talking. More kissing,” Robin huffs. “We have to do more.”

“Woah, woah,” Steve says, holding his hands up in front of Robin. “Let’s at least see how they do skating, huh?”

“You’re such a butthead Harrington,” Robin says before walking off to the lockers.

“It’s been a while since I’ve skated,” Eddie admits as he ties his roller skates. “I hope I don’t suck.”

“That’s ok. I’m probably going to suck too,” you giggle.

Dustin shakily skates by and waves, his grin wide as he gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“I can’t wait to see this,” Eddie smiles, shooting Dustin two thumbs up back.

“Me either,” you laugh.

When you stand you’re a little wobbly but make it to the door of the rink without too much trouble.

“So far so good,” Eddie says from behind you.

You step onto the smooth rink, the disco lights dancing off the shiny floor in multiple colors and the music thumping loudly in your ears.

‘Another One Bites the Dust’ by Queen starts to play and you give Eddie a mischievous smile.

“Not foreboding at all!”

Just as you finish saying the words you lose your balance and careen backward straight into Eddie’s arms.

“I gotcha sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, exhaling when you’re back upright.

His arm slides from around your waist to your hand and his fingers close tightly around it.

“This way if one of us starts to go down we can go together,” he winks.

“More cushioning,” you answer with a smile.

“You can’t stand here and hang on to the wall the whole time and stare at them! It’s creepy Robin!” Steve hisses. “SKATE!”

“I can’t skate HARRINGTON!” Robin answers back.

Steve rolls his eyes and pushes off the wall, keeping his balance and skating around to check on the kids. Robin catches you and Eddie coming around the rink, your hands entwined and your faces bright with smiles.

Robin waits for you two to pass, oblivious to her presence as she pushes off right behind you, immediately flailing her arms wildly to keep balance. Just before she falls forward she grabs the back of your shirt, tugging hard and making you stumble.

Naturally so does Eddie and in a tangle of arms and legs you all go down.

Eddie breaks most of your fall and you find yourself face to face with him and half lying on top of him while Robin is smiling brightly from beside you and waving.

“Sorry guys! Lost my balance,” Robin says cheerily.

Steve skates over and stops, hands on his hips. “You ok?” he asks, his tone slightly irritated.

“Yup! Great!” Robin chimes, grabbing Steve’s leg until he helps her up. “Let’s go,” she says, pulling him away.

“You sure you’re ok?” Eddie asks you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

“You smell good,” you blurt out, brushing a curl from his face. “And uh, yea…totally fine,” you finish, dropping your head to hide in his chest.

You finally lift your face and look at him, your smile sheepish.

“Thanks,” he starts, his cheeks pink. “So do you.”

He helps you up and keeps a hold of your hand.

“DAMNIT WHY DIDN’T THAT WORK!” Robin complains, shoving Steve in the shoulder.

“Will you calm down! They’re not gonna make out of the floor of the rink!” Steve exclaims, his face pinched with thought. “Wait! I have an idea!”

He waggles his brows before skating off the rink and over to the DJ booth. Robin watches him flirt his way through whatever plan he has and when he returns he’s wearing a triumphant grin.

“Do I wanna know?” Robin asks.

“Just wait for it,” Steve answers.

You and Eddie make your way past Dustin, who is still clinging to the wall but all smiles and you wave to Lucas, Mike and Max when you see them skate by, Max’s eyes sparkling when she zeroes in on your grasped hands.

When you reach the far end of the rink the lights suddenly go down low and the sounds of ‘Double Dutch Bus’ by Frankie Smith fade, leading straight into ‘The Flame’ by Cheap Trick.

“Oh, I love this song!!!” you squeal, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“There’s some good guitar action in this one,” Eddie adds.

“And that’s our cue to get off the rink,” Robin says, tugging at Steve’s sweatshirt.

“EXACTLY!” Steve answers, looking way too proud of himself. “Couples skate!”

Robin’s mouth falls open and she claps happily. “I have to give it to you Harrington. Well played.”

“Come on let’s go make sure the little buttheads don’t interfere,” Robin continues, gesturing toward Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Max.

“Good idea,” Steve says, “but I have a feeling Max won’t let them.”

"Can you play this on guitar?” you ask Eddie.

“I haven’t tried but I will if you want,” he says sweetly. “Can’t be too hard.”

“Really Eddie!?”

“Of course,” he assures you as he starts to slow down and pull you toward the wall.

The change in speed makes your feet start to slide out from under you and Eddie’s arms shoot out to steady you when your body meets the wall.

You turn to face him and he rolls into you, placing his arms along the railing on either side of you.

“Why did you stop?” you squeak out as he inches closer.

“Just taking a break,” he whispers and you watch as his gaze drops to your lips, his warm breath fanning your cheek.

He bends down, lips lightly brushing the soft skin of your cheek.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

You say nothing, his delicate touch making your entire body tremble and you grab hold of the front of his denim vest. His lips barely graze yours, so soft that your breath hitches in a quiet gasp.

“Or now?” he asks.

Your eyes flutter closed but you make no sound at all and then his lips are on yours.

He gathers you closer, the feel of his body pressed tight to yours making your lips part and he deepens the kiss. The sounds of Cheap Trick grow fainter and even on your skates you feel as if you’re floating, your senses completely overwhelmed by him.

His hand slips under your shirt, warm against your skin and his rings brush along your waist until his fingertips smooth down your spine, pulling you closer and leaving no space between your bodies.

You finally pull away, not for want but rather to take a breath.

“Wow,” he whispers against your lips, his nose gently bumping yours.

His long, dark lashes kiss his cheeks as his eyes fall to your lips again.

“Definitely wow,” you repeat, sliding your hands up his arms and into his hair.

His curls brush your cheek before he dips his head, capturing your lips once more and as you drift away again you’re sure you hear Robin and Steve cheering in celebration.  

@dreamlessinparis @beefybuckrrito @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @munsonsduchess @hiddles-rose @seitmai @goldylions @justile @loki-laufeyson-1054 @whitewolfey @whippoorwillbarnes @moviequeen51​ @nerdypinupcrystal​

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington #robin buckley #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Quentin Smith - In a relationship Sfw

warning : fluff, comfort, trauma, sleeping pill abuse,

Info : So the second piece for a Kyle Gallner character here (I really need to write more for his charcters) as always have fun reading ;)

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°Caring, anxious and loving

°Quentin and his girlfriend went to the same class, in fact they were in the same music class and started talking about The Cure together after she saw his t-shirt. ,,Cool cd...I'm Quentin Smith" he had introduced himself to her when he saw the cd in her hands, the latest album and still sealed. He knew she'd probably skipped school for it to queue it up at the store.

°But it was this encounter over a cd that led to a conversation after class and the conversation went so well that they decided to meet. It was a meeting in one of the city's cafes where they both sat eating pancakes, knowing they both had hearts beating too fast to eat. ,,Good food don't you think?," Quentin began, and his counterpart nodded in agreement, catching them both staring at each other, too focused on the other and completely uninterested in the pancake.

°Her smile, the friendly look in her eyes, the warm hands that touched him every now and then as they walked side by side only to look away awkwardly. They were both in love and it was only a few times after that that Quentin confessed his love to her with rosy cheeks and his fingers tucked into his cap.

°She had never seen him so nervous but her own heart was beating just as fast before she fell into his arms and was simply overjoyed. The two of them had become a couple and even though the school didn't pay any attention to it (they were both just two weird music teens to the other students), Nancy was all the happier for her friends and it had to be celebrated with pancakes at dinner.

°But even after that, their love didn't fade because she quickly realized how caring Quentin was, always holding her hand, usually only giving her kisses with permission until she assured him a thousand times that it was okay. He loved to cuddle when they both lay on his bed with their heads snuggled together on his chest.

°They both watched horror movies, old black and white movies, talked about the camera work, the music and the actors. He even started to play a guitar and tried to learn some of her favorite songs for her, she in return would always give him a cap and as a small reward after school they would buy new cds and new music together and go out to dinner every now and then where somehow it all started.

°It was a quiet and sweet but above all peaceful time, but only up to the point when it came to hitting. What was initially just mumbling and she ignored through the mumbling and tossing and turning sleep became a worry as he seemed to really suffer.

°He had tried to sugarcoat it for her, but she could see his eye rings getting worse, he was getting more and more tired and even during music class he would fall asleep and lean on her, only to almost cry out at the end of the lesson. He gave her a tired smile and she had to keep propping him up so that he threatened to fall asleep. And only slept when she promised to stay with him, which of course she did. Just as he did everything he could to help her when she had her days, for example. He was just too overprotective and yet cute at the same time.

°,,Quentin, how can I help you?" she had tried to find out what was happening and why he was suffering so much in his dreams, but she hadn't learned the history of the town, she was from out of town, she didn't know the nightmare demon. She didn't know the dangers that came with knowing and didn't know why Quentin always looked at her so apologetically.

°She noticed how his touch seemed to become more and more desperate as he held on to her longer and stronger. That he was consuming more and more coffee and Redbull almost startled her so much that she had tears in her eyes when she saw the sheer number of pills he was carrying.

°Until the incident when he was bleeding, when she saw the cut on his arm, she ran out of the bathroom and saw him cowering in the corner. ,,Quentin!" she had shouted his name, trying to hold him before shaking him so hard that he seemed to wake up. His fear and confusion hurt her as much as his injury.

°,,My-my star, you're safe," he stated brittlely, still calling her by her nickname despite everything before falling into her arms and embracing her as if he could have lost her at any moment. ,,Everything will be fine...we'll get through this" she replied not knowing what to say and just held him there for him until he too realized that there was no point in explaining to her what haunted this town, haunted him and why sleep meant death.

°It was a realization that also frightened her, that she knew he might haunt her too. But whenever they were together, cuddled up next to each other, it seemed that the demon had no chance. The kiss their shared was like a shield for the fear. That their love kept him from invading her dreams and for the first time Quentin seemed to be able to sleep peacefully with his love by his side.

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@angelsanarchy

#a nightmare on elm street #a nightmare on elm street 2010 #nightmare on elm street #kyle gallner #quentin smith #quentin smith x reader

[oliverreedmasterass]

Words: 4k

Synopsis: My interpretation of what happened backstage before the guys took the stage in Tucson, slaying the house down boots houston I’m deceased

Warnings: language, drinking

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“Shit,” Josh cursed as he sifted through their tote bag of rhinestones, face glue, and eyeshadow palettes. “We have so much left over.” 

“We could auction it off for charity,” Danny suggested as he peered over Josh’s shoulder at their stash. “I know for a fact that someone would buy that.” 

“Why would they do that?” Jake asked from the greenroom couch with a furrowed brow. 

“I don’t think you understand how obsessed some of our fans are,” Danny replied. 

“Eesh,” Jake said. 

“I can’t let it go to waste,” Josh seemed troubled. “I paid good money for those rhinestones.” 

“You didn’t pay for those rhinestones, I did,” Jenn corrected him as she entered the greenroom. “And they were dirt cheap.”

“Oh,” Josh mumbled. 

“I do think we should go all in for tonight though,” Jenn suggested. “Just to end the tour with a bang, you know?” 

“I’m in,” Danny was quick to agree. Out of the band, he was the most willing to put on stage makeup. In his eyes, it was a fun way for him to stand out from behind his drum kit. Plus, he felt pretty fucking hot when his eyes were darkened with the eye shadow. 

Josh gave one more look down at the tote bag and shrugged. 

“Why not?” he decided. “I think Jenn’s up for the challenge.” 

“You bet I am,” Jenn grinned. 

“What are we talking about?” Sam asked as he plodded into the room, a bottle of water and his phone in his hands. 

“Going all out with the stage makeup,” Danny caught him up to speed. 

“Ah,” Sam replied. “Count me in.” 

“You want me to do your makeup too?” Jenn was floored. Sam had never expressed any interest in her doing anything with his face. She had heard him complain to Danny before that he put way too much effort into his skincare routine to have makeup ruin his pores. 

“Sure,” Sam said like it was nothing. “I don’t want to feel left out.” 

At that, everyone in the room turned to look at Jake. He was scrolling through his phone but looked up when he noticed the silence. 

“What?” he asked. 

“You can’t be the only one out there without a little makeup,” Josh told him. 

“You guys have your fun,” Jake waved them off and snapped his head back down to study his phone. Josh, Danny, and Sam all exchanged disappointed looks but decided not to prod Jake any further. When he had his mind made up about something, it was set in stone.  

“We’d better get started,” Jenn broke the silence. 

“I’ll go first,” Josh volunteered, because he felt like his rhinestone time was something sacred between him and Jenn. 

While Jake continued to direct all of his attention to whatever was on his phone, Danny grabbed his guitar from its case and plugged it into the amp they always requested on their rider. Near him, Sam opened his storage trunk with a grunt and started to mix a drink from his “On-the-Go Tiki Bar”. Danny started to pluck out the opening to “Broken Bells” while Josh settled in a folding chair and waited for Jenn to get her supplies ready. 

“What are you thinking for me, Jenn?” he asked her. Jenn studied his face, trying to envision what would look best on him. 

“I think we should actually put the rhinestones on hold for tonight.” 

“Daring, I like it.” 

Danny repositioned himself so he could get a good view of what Jenn was doing while he continued to mess around on his guitar. Jake took a brief second to smirk at him when he started to play a Cream song but, just as quickly, he was looking back down at his phone. Sam, with his mixed drink in hand, tried to get a peek at what Jake was doing by very non-discreetly leaning over the arm of the couch to place his face between the phone and Jake’s eyes. Jake slammed his phone into the break between the couch cushions and glared at Sam. 

“Don’t look at my phone,” he scolded his younger brother. 

“I just want to know what’s so important,” Sam defended himself. 

“None of your business, that’s what,” Jake replied. 

“Fine,” Sam huffed. He moved away from the couch slowly and, when his back was turned to Jake, Jake slid his phone back out from the cushions and started to retype his password. He called out in shock when Sam quickly turned on his heel, spilling his drink everywhere, and jumped back to Jake’s side to snatch the phone out of his hand. 

“Give it back!” Jake sprung to his feet and started to chase after Sam. Danny, making sure he was out of their way, began picking out the Benny Hill theme on his guitar. 

“You guys better not bump into Jenn,” Josh warned his brothers from his folding chair. 

“Disconnect from the source!” Sam called over his shoulder while he ran in circles around the green room, Jake on his tail. 

“Samuel!” Jake’s tone was stern. Unfortunately he wasn’t their father, so it had little to no effect on Sam. Sam started to prance around and Jake grunted out in frustration that he wasn’t able to catch up to his pest of a brother. When had Sam gotten so fast? Or was it that Jake had just gotten slower? Jake didn’t want to think too hard about that. “Please,” he forced out through grit teeth. Sam stationed himself so Danny was in between him and Jake and shook his head. 

“What is it? Were you googling yourself again? Or are you looking into Imagine Dragons tickets?” 

Danny started to play “It’s Time” which earned him a hefty smack from Jake. 

“Hey, I’m not the one who took your phone,” he frowned at Jake. 

“I would have done that to Sam instead if I could reach him,” Jake apologized. 

Sam took advantage of Jake’s moment of distraction and slyly entered the rest of his passcode, unlocking his phone. Jake looked past Danny to Sam and groaned when he saw a large grin spread across Sam’s face as he studied Jake’s phone. 

“Oh my god,” Sam finally spoke, letting the phone drop down to his side. Jake lurched past Danny and grabbed it back from Sam, who had started to laugh and shake his head. 

“What is it?” Danny looked back to ask Sam. 

“This idiot,” Sam motioned towards Jake, “this macho man who turned down Jenn’s kind offer was just Googling ‘eyeliner tips.’” 

Even though Jenn was in the middle of painting a golden line under Josh’s right eye, he whirled around in his seat to face his twin. Jake’s eyes snapped to the ground and he jammed his phone into his pants pocket. 

“I’m gonna get some fresh air,” he excused himself, and hustled out of the room. 

“What the fuck was that?” Josh asked after Jake left. 

“He did want to get his makeup done,” Danny explained. “He was just embarrassed.” 

“I don’t see what the big deal is, though,” Josh said. “I mean, you and I wear it all the time, Sam is going to tonight as well, it’s not weird at all.” 

“It’s not really his thing though,” Danny countered. 

“It used to be,” Sam pointed out. “When he was in the thick of his pirate obsession, he leapt at every opportunity to put eyeliner on.” 

“That’s right, he wore it for a few gigs and photoshoots,” Josh recalled. 

“Well, people change,” Jenn gave her two cents. “Maybe he feels disconnected from that part of his life so he’s trying to ease back into it.” 

“I guess,” Sam said. “I still don’t understand why he had to be so secretive.”

Jenn leaned away from Josh after she finished drawing the last golden line on his face and admired her work. 

“That looks nice,” she congratulated herself. Josh turned to study his reflection in the mirror and, after taking in the new look, beamed back at Jenn. 

“Good work, I look like a ray of sunshine.” 

“That’s what I was going for.”

Josh rose to his feet with a grunt and pointed towards the door. 

“I’m gonna try to find Jake and get him back here.” 

Everyone agreed that was a good idea, so Josh disappeared down the hallway out of sight. The room settled in its silence and then Jenn checked her watch and bugged her eyes at the time. 

“Danny, do you want to get over here?” Jenn motioned for him. Danny eyed the cable that was connected from the amp to his guitar and seemed to contemplate whether he could bring the guitar to the chair without it unplugging. He gave it a shot and plopped into the chair with satisfaction, testing out a loud chord that rang through the room. 

“I’m gonna play while you work, if that’s okay,” Danny told Jenn. “I’ve got some pent up nerves I need to work through before we get out there.” 

“Do what you need to do,” Jenn told him. “Just make sure you stay still.” 

Sam wandered to find another chair and brought it next to Jenn’s side so he could get a front row view of Danny’s makeup routine. 

“Can you make it extra dark tonight?” Danny put in a request. 

“You got it, bud,” Jenn nodded. 

“Wow,” Sam breathed out as Jenn passed the first layer of black eyeshadow over the top of Danny’s eyelid. “That stuff is pigmented.” 

“How do you know about pigments?” Jenn arched an eyebrow while she continued to work. 

“I have a sister,” Sam replied simply. 

“And a refined taste for quality eyeshadow palettes,” Danny poked fun. Sam faked a frown in Danny’s direction, which he returned with his tongue out. 

Sam continued to watch Jenn work her magic on Danny and, with each brush stroke over his eyes and rhinestone glued beneath his waterline, Sam started to feel a building anticipation to have his own turn in the folding chair. He just wished that Jake felt the same way. 

***

Josh was glad that it only took him a couple of minutes to find Jake. That was the perk of not only being his twin, but also spending almost every second of the day with him: the guy was pretty predictable. Josh knocked on the stall Jake was hiding in and made sure his voice was soft and soothing. 

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” he asked through the door. He could hear Jake jump in surprise. 

“I want you to go back to the greenroom and throw something at Sam for me,” Jake grunted after some thought. 

“Come on, Jake, this is silly,” Josh ignored him. “If you want to wear eyeliner, you should have said so. We just want you to be happy is all.” 

“I’d be happy if you respected my privacy,” Jake still sounded frustrated. 

“Okay, Sam taking your phone wasn’t cool.” 

“No, it wasn’t.” 

“But I’m sure he’ll apologize to you.” 

“Josh, can I just have some space?” 

Josh knew that it was best to clear the room for Jake, as much as he wanted to try and console him. 

“Yeah, of course.” 

He made his way back out of the men’s room and shook his head. Jake could be a handful sometimes. 

Josh returned back to their room, running through all of the things he could have said to Jake that probably would have been better than what he opted for, and stopped in the doorway. Sam was sitting in the folding chair now, looking up at the ceiling while grasping onto his legs, tears pouring down his cheeks as Jenn passed some gold eyeliner under his eye. 

“You’re doing good, Sam,” Danny tried to comfort his friend.

“This feels so weird,” Sam mumbled. “I take it back, maybe I don’t want any makeup.”

“I’m almost done,” Jenn promised. 

Sam’s eyes looked to be scanning every inch of the tiled ceiling to keep himself distracted while Jenn traced the line out to the corner of his eye and flicked up. 

“I don’t feel the wet thing anymore, are you done?” Sam’s eyes looked back at Jenn and Danny. Danny studied Sam’s face and let out a chuckle. 

“That looks pretty good, Sam. You should have done this a long time ago.” 

“You think?” Sam gave him a goofy grin back. 

Josh joined their side and took in Sam’s new look. It was subtle in comparison to Danny’s dark eyeshadow and ruby rhinestones combination, but it somehow made Sam look even more ethereal than he usually did, walking around like a Jesus lookalike and all. 

“We look so celestial,” Josh commented. It was Sam’s turn to take a look in the mirror and, after gazing at himself a little bit too long, he looked back at Josh and nodded. 

Danny started to play “Here Comes the Sun”. 

“I’m not done yet,” Jenn said over Danny’s impression of George Harrison. 

“What do you mean?” Sam asked. Jenn uncapped her tube of mascara and held it out to Sam, who cocked his head to the side. “Um?” he responded. 

“It’ll make your eyes really pop,” Jenn explained. 

“You never give me mascara,” Josh pouted. 

“Just let me have this one thing,” Jenn turned back to quiet Josh, who immediately sealed his mouth shut. Sam wasn’t arguing or running for the hills, so Jenn leaned forward and brushed the wand under his long eyelashes. It would have been a crime if she left those things alone. When she finished, Danny spoke her mind. 

“Good call, Jenn,” he said. 

“Am I pretty?” Sam said, starting to bat his eyelashes. 

“No! Don’t!” Jenn was quick to stop him. “It hasn’t dried yet, you’re gonna ruin everything and then we’ll have to start all over.” 

That made Sam stop pretty fast. 

“How did it go with Jake?” Danny finally seemed to realize that Josh was back in the room. 

“Well, he’s not here, so not great,” Josh replied. “I think he needs more time to cool off.” 

***

Once Jake heard Josh shut the men’s room door, he peeked out from the stall. He knew that he was overreacting to everything, but he really didn’t appreciate how much Sam made him look like a fool back in their room. The only reason he had Googled eyeliner tips was because he was curious, that was all. Hearing everyone talk about stage makeup made him feel nostalgic for the days when he owned his own eyeliner that he tucked away in his desk drawer, penciling it quickly under his eyes whenever he felt especially bold. But that was a solid six years ago, and a lot had changed since then. Their fanbase had easily quadrupled in size, and he was worried that people would be especially vocal about how awful he looked if he couldn’t rock the eyeliner like he used to. 

But the reception with his haircut had been overwhelmingly positive, and Jake had even started experimenting with different hoops to wear on stage, which people seemed to enjoy. He could feel himself testing the limits of his appearance, trying to reinvent what the modern day rockstar was technically supposed to look like. It was just that he knew, deep down, that he was worried he would look like a knockoff member of Maneskin. That band was too hot for their own good; he didn’t want to come across like a copycat.

Jake made his way to the line of mirrors above the sinks and studied his face. He had shaved the night earlier because his mustache still wasn’t growing in the way he wanted it to, so he looked nearly identical to his 2016 self, shorter hair and all. The longer he looked, the more he could picture himself out on the stage with eyeliner. In his gut, he could feel it starting to become less of a want, and more of a need. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself. He was going to have to be sneaky and fast.

It was a good thing that his band members were the least observant people alive. Jake managed to army crawl back into the room, steal Jenn’s makeup bag from literally under her nose, and slither back out into the hallway without a soul noticing him. It definitely helped that they were all crowded around Sam, who was acting as though he was being tortured by Jenn as she put on his rhinestones. In that moment, Jake was grateful that Sam could be a massive drama queen sometimes. 

Jake sprung back to his feet and hustled to the bathroom, carrying the bag under his arm to stay discreet around the numerous roadies and stage hands who were rushing around the backstage area. He forced the door shut behind him and scanned around, finding a trash can that he could tuck under the doorknob to insure that no one else came in. 

“Hello, old friend,” Jake greeted the eyeliner pencil as he pulled it out from the bag. 

It was time to go back to his roots. 

Jake was disappointed by just how out of practice he was with the pencil. It had seemed so simple when he was younger, but he had to take into account that he wore it a lot back then. Jake started with the lower lash line of his right eye since that was usually the easiest part, but ticked when he accidentally smeared the black line downwards, making him look more like a raccoon than a rockstar. He fumbled around in the bag and heaved out a sigh of relief when he found Jenn’s makeup wipes. For a second there, he was convinced he was going to have to return to the greenroom with his tail in between his legs and his makeup all smudged to beg for help. 

He wiped the slate clean and steadied the side of his hand on his cheekbone to give it a second try. 

“You’re a pirate,” he whispered in encouragement. “Be the pirate.” 

This time around, muscle memory must have clicked for Jake because he successfully drew the pencil over his waterline without a single tear. In case it was a fluke, Jake quickly moved to the top of his eye and, just as easily, drew a second line right above his lashes. 

“Ha!” he couldn’t help but call out in glee as he checked his progress in the mirror. The old Jake was coming back, and it was nice to see him. 

Jake was proud of how effortlessly he was able to get his other eye done, and he couldn’t help but flash finger guns at his reflection because he was really feeling himself. 

“I don’t need Jenn to do this for me,” Jake told himself. “I’m the makeup expert, not Josh, not Danny, not stupid Sam. Me.”

He knew he was short on time, so he tossed the eyeliner back into Jenn’s bag, packed up the makeup wipes, and carefully removed the garbage can from the doorknob. A part of him wanted to continue sneaking around until he had to go out on stage, but he also knew that it was better to just own up to what he had done. 

So he bounded back to the green room. 

***

“Do you think I should look for him?” Danny asked around the room. “We need to take the stage soon.” 

“He’ll be out there, he’s just going through something right now,” Josh said. When Jake asked for space, Josh always let Jake come to him when he was ready. “He’ll come back when he wants to.” 

“I hope so,” Danny looked at the doorway again with worry. Jake had outbursts every so often, but the music always came first, so if they ever got into an argument backstage, he usually let it slide pretty fast. This time around though he was gone for a lot longer than usual, and Danny was starting to believe that Jake had left and caught the first flight back to Nashville to start his solo career. 

“I can look for him,” Jenn offered. She was in the middle of cleaning up her work station, but stopped, turning around in a full circle. “Where did my makeup bag go?” she asked. 

“I saw it on the table not too long ago,” Josh said. 

“That’s what I thought too,” Jenn mumbled. “It’s not there anymore.” 

“Did you take it, Sam?” Josh turned to his brother. 

“No, I did not take it, Josh,” Sam responded, his hand snapping up to mess around with the rhinestones Jenn had glued near the corner of his eyes. 

“Don’t touch those,” Jenn took a brief pause from her search to coach Sam. “The glue isn’t great. It doesn’t take a whole lot to pull those off.” 

“Oops,” Sam said, letting his hands flop back to his sides. 

“Maybe I put it in the travel case,” Jenn thought aloud, returning back to the missing makeup bag. “It’s just so weird, I’m usually so good about keeping track of everything. It’s almost like someone snuck it out when we weren’t looking.” 

“That’s because that’s exactly what happened.” 

Jenn, Danny, Sam, and Josh all snapped their heads towards the doorway and gawked at the sight of Jake, who was cockily leaning on the frame, tossing Jenn’s makeup bag from hand to hand, gazing at all of them with his darkened eyes. 

“My god, Jake,” Josh was the first to find his words. “You’ve still got it.” 

“You bet your ass I’ve still got it,” Jake retorted as he handed the bag back to Jenn. “It was bold of you all to assume that I wouldn’t want in on the fun.” 

Jenn finally got a good look at the job Jake had done and waved her hand in front of his face to get his attention. He twisted around to look at her. 

“Can I help you clean that up?” she softly asked. “I think it would look good if it was smudged.” 

Jake hated admitting it, but after giving himself another quick look in the mirror, he realized that Jenn was right. His lines were a bit crooked in some places, as if he had actually been a pirate trying to apply the black lines on the choppy sea. 

“Yeah, okay,” he sighed. He really did want to look his best, even if it meant temporarily coming down from his high horse. He threw himself back into the folding chair and could feel Josh, Danny, and Sam’s eyes all on him as Jenn pressed a pencil brush against his lids and swished it back and forth, packing the dark color towards the corner of his eyes. 

“Do you want some rhinestones?” she asked with hope when she was done. 

“No,” Jake was quick to shut that idea down. He had a very specific vision of how he wanted to look on the stage, and rhinestones were not a part of that image. “I will switch these out though,” he added in an attempt to not hurt Jenn’s feelings, pointing at his earrings. “Got anything good on hand?” 

“I’ve got a pair I’ve been wanting you to try,” Jenn sounded unbothered. She reached back into her bag and retrieved a ziploc bag that contained a pair of impressive-sized, clunky golden hoops. Jake gazed at them in admiration. 

“Those look great.”

Jenn helped him fasten them on and then Jake stood back to his feet so he could look around at his bandmates. He had to admit that they all looked really good. Even Sam, as much as he looked out of his element, and as much as Jake despised his guts in that moment. 

“I think we’ve never looked better,” he decided. 

“It is a good way to finish off this tour from hell,” Josh agreed once he was done taking in Jake’s appearance. The shorter hair, bigger hoops, freshly shaven face, and eyeliner practically made him look like a different person. He looked confident and happy, which was more than enough to satisfy Josh. 

“Amen to that,” Danny commented. “Five shows left.” 

“Let’s give them a night they’ll never forget,” Sam looked around at his bandmates. “I’m gonna slay for my besties.” 

“Please never talk again,” Danny patted Sam on the shoulder as he moved to put his guitar away. 

Jenn watched the four boys do their final prep before going out on stage and beamed. She was one fucking brilliant makeup artist.

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fanfic #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #dreams in gold #fanfiction #this idea has been eating me alive all week

[faeprincefelix]

Teacher’s Pet

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.6K

Modern!AU

Warnings: smut, swearing, professor x student pairing (both above legal age), degradation, spanking, use of vibrator, slight bdsm.

Professor Munson teaches you a lesson about not paying attention in his lectures

You could barely focus on this lecture, something you knew you'd regret later but your mind was consumed with thoughts of what was to come after. Memories of what had happened that last time you were in this room. Eddie pushing you up against the podium, bending you over it slightly and spreading your legs. He fucked you so hard that it brought tears to your eyes. Just reliving it started the ache between your legs. You were drawn out of your thoughts by his voice.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" He looked at you impatiently. The faint glimmer of lust in his eyes.

"Sorry, professor" you mumbled, hiding from his heavy gaze.

"Hmm" you looked up, his gaze hadn't left you "Come see me in my office after class- this is the third time in a week we've had this conversation"

"Yes, of course" to the rest of the class, this probably seemed like a normal conversation, except you and Professor Munson had already planned to meet in his office today. Though learning was not in the plan. There was the odd whisper amongst the room but you knew they didn't suspect anything. More likely they were imagining themselves in his office. Eddie was popular amongst both the staff and students. He was hot as hell, there was no denying that, with that long hair up in a bun- a few curls always escaping and cascading down his face. The eyeliner he wore more often than not. His eccentric style, the boyish charm and the fact that he sang in a rock band in his spare time. Eddie had a lot of people wrapped around his finger and he knew it.

The rest of the lecture dragged on and you were paying even less attention than you had been before. Playing through all the possibilities of your meeting in the office. You had only been seeing Eddie for around a month, but lord was it the best sex you'd ever had in your life. He could get you wet with just a word, and fuck when he played guitar, he had you soaking in minutes. Of course, you'd had to keep things quiet- whilst you'd recently turned twenty one and Eddie was a young professor in his early twenties, he was still your professor. At least for the rest of the college year. After that you would be graduating and you wouldn't have to keep it a secret anymore. Finally the bell rang and you gathered up your stuff making sure to delay enough for Eddie to reach his office first. You knocked on his door, keeping up appearances.

“Come in y/n” his voice was authoritative. He certainly wasn’t one of the stricter teachers but still you didn’t want to get on his bad side either. You’d seen the way he dealt with students who didn’t give him any respect. In fact, seeing him when he got like that was really hot. It was how you’d gotten into this position in the first place. You walked into the office, locking the door behind you and sitting down on the chair in front of his desk, dropping your bag. He relaxed a little as you did.

“Did you bring what I asked?” the smirk on his face was devilish and you knew he’d been thinking about this just as much as you had.

“Of course” you fished around in your bag, grabbing the vibrater and putting it down in the middle of his desk. You gaze locked on him as if to question what he planned to do next.

“And the other thing?” his eyebrow raised. You’d only shown him one of the things that he’d asked for so far.

“Yes” you stated, purposely not giving him anything more.

“Show me” his tone was more dominant once again. The way he always got when you were together like this and lord was it fun. You walked around to his side of the desk, sliding yourself up onto the desk in front of him. You spread your legs and lent back a little, giving him a full view of the crotchless lingerie he’d asked you to wear. His hands roamed up your thighs.

“Very good” he stood up, so that he was positioned between your legs, arms on the desk on either side of you. “Before we get started though, I think we have something to address.” He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Don’t think I haven’t caught how much you’ve been daydreaming in my lectures- so easily distracted by me aren’t you” his other hand squeezed hard at your thigh. “As flattering as that is, we can’t be having that- I’m going to have to test you, see just how much you’ve been paying attention- can’t have you failing because you’re so desperate for my cock.”

“Okay” your voice cracked, a little nervous. He was correct, you had been finding it hard to focus on his lessons. You hoped you still managed to take enough information in though. You had been studying Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo and Juliet for the past two weeks. Film Studies had always been your favourite class, even before Eddie stepped in for your old professor. You also didn’t want to fail because you were hot for teacher.

“Now, what did I tell you” he chastised you, landing a hard slap to the inside of the thigh he’d been holding.

“I mean- yes, sir” you corrected. It felt kind of cheesy using that phrase but the effect it always had on Eddie was worth it. He reached round you, grabbing the vibrator off of the desk, pressing it against your clit on a low setting.

“Question one” Eddie jumped right into the pop quiz, not giving you any time to gather your thoughts. The pop quiz would've been hard enough, but now it would be almost impossible “What is Tybalt’s nickname?” Eddie turned up the intensity of the vibrator, making you moan and fight to stay sitting up.

“Fuck- I” there was no way you could remember that right now, surely. How were you even supposed to focus under the waves of pleasure? An answer came to your mind but you had no idea if it was right “prince of tides?”. Eddie didn’t give you any indication if you were correct or not. “Are you not going to tell me if I got it right?”

“Oh no, didn’t I mention - you’ll have to wait til the end to find out your score” he teased, hand running up your side slowly. “Only then will you get your reward– or your punishment, depending on how good of a student you’ve been for me.” You wanted to sigh, to argue with him, but you knew there was no point. “Question two- where does the film take place?”

This one was easier, it also helped that you had read a little of the play in high school. Though you weren’t one hundred percent sure you were correct, the film could’ve made adjustments “Verona Beach”.

Once again, Eddie gave nothing away. He shifted the hand that held the vibrator, making you whimper loudly.  “You don’t get to come until after we’ve finished this quiz so I wouldn’t get too excited if I were you” he smirked down at you “question three- at the start of the film, the Montagues and Capulets have disturbed Verona how many times?”

You could swear he was being extra mean with the questions just to prove his point. “Three times” you guessed.

“Question four- what does Paris dress up as for the Capulet party?” Eddie was quicker with the questions now, hopefully growing as impatient as you were, the toy against your clit bringing you closer to your climax bit by bit.

“A fairy?” it was a complete guess, you hardly cared about failing the quiz now, you needed a release.

“Question five - what colour is the poison that Juliet drinks?” Eddie noticed your state and turned the vibrator back down to the lowest setting, making sure you couldn’t finish before he allowed it.

“Red” fuck, you could hardly concentrate. The vibrator being turned down just made you desperately want more and it was all you could think about.

“Question six” Eddie paused to press a soft kiss at the nape of your neck “complete the quote: where civil blood makes civil hands-"

“Unclean” it was barely more than a mumble. “Eddie please” you tried to grab for him but he swatted you away. Pushing you down flush against the desk. Grasping your wrists between his spare hand.

“We’ve not finished yet, y/n- besides you’re supposed to be proving to me that you’re not just a desperate whore for me.” His grip on your wrists was tight and you were totally at his mercy “Question seven- the first and last image of the film is of what?”

There was no room to think now, if you didn’t instinctively know the answer you were going to be screwed. “Blood- fuck Eddie i don’t know.”

He still gave you no response. Not even a reaction to your outburst. “Question eight- what does Mercutio consider the children of an idle brain?”

“Dreams” you were sure of this one. You remember the scene, scoffing at it in your mind. As a film studies and english student, you loved dreams and imagination. It was what made the world bearable.

“Question nine- where is Romeo banished to?” Eddie shifted his position, turning the vibrator back up one setting, not as intense as it had been originally but still making you breath out small moans.

“Mandria? Something like that, i think” if Eddie took the quiz above ten questions, you might actually lose your goddamn mind.

“Last question- what is the first part of Juliet that we see on screen?” the smug look on his face confirmed he was definitely being mean with this one. How the hell were you supposed to remember that, even if you had been paying full attention.

“Her face?” you breathed out, just glad this whole thing was over and done with. Nerves setting in now about your score and what Eddie planned to do to you.

“Tsk tsk, you only got four right- such a bad girl” his tone chided you, but the expression on his face was one of pure pleasure “going to have to teach you a lesson.” Eddie released your wrists, grabbing your waist, sliding you off the desk before quickly spinning you round, and pushing you back over the desk. One of his hands in your hair, pressing your face down against the wood. “Six answers wrong so-” he trailed off, his hand hitting your arse harshly, making you cry out.  He counted down the rest of the hits, each one getting progressively harder and you were sure he was going to leave marks. You were so aroused by now you knew that you would be soaking wet. You weren’t expecting the seventh hit and you gasped loudly, your arse cheek felt like it was on fire. “Now what have we learnt?” Eddie demanded.

“That I must pay better attention in class, professor” you answered easily, wanting to at least score some brownie points with him today.

“And?”

“And that i should stop daydreaming in lectures about all the things I want you to do to me” You wriggled a little under his grasp.

“Good girl” his fingertips ran up your inner thigh. Coasting upwards, running slowly through your folds and gathering up your juices "so wet for me already- how pathetic." You couldn’t see Eddie putting his fingers in his mouth but you heard the satisfied groan “always taste so fucking delicious.” He pulled you back up by your hair, bringing your body flush against his. His erection pressing against your arse. Eddie's hands snaked round to your front, squeezing your breasts before literally ripping you shirt open, a few buttons landing on the floor. You couldn't stop the gasp that left you, blush filling your cheeks- you hadn't brought a backup so you had no idea how you were going to get out of here without flashing everyone your underwear. Eddie hands grazed over the lace of the bodysuit you'd bought especially for him. His movements were slow, brief touches that ghosted over your skin, giving you goosebumps. He turned you around to face him.

"Take your skirt off" he commanded. You followed his orders, chucking it out of view. Eddie was silent for a few seconds, eyes exploring every available inch of your body. He rang his tongue across his bottom lip before swallowing hard. "I still don't think you've fully learnt your lesson- going to have to make it up to me." Eddie reached into one of his desk drawers retrieving a tie, you were surprised he even kept one here, he'd never worn one in class. "Hold out your hands" you offered them to him, wrists pressed together. He wrapped the tie round them, tying it tightly. He looked at you, you knew it was to check it wasn't uncomfortable for you. You nodded at him. Eddie's hands were suddenly on your shoulders, pushing you down onto your knees. You watched as he unclipped his belt, unzipping his trousers to pull out his cock. He stroked himself a few times, his gaze locked with yours. He groaned as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock.

Eddie grabbed hold of your chin, keeping you still as he pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth. Pausing to give you a second to adjust. His hand moved to the back of your head, tangling into your hair as he thrust in further with a moan. "Fuck" he muttered, making you take all of him. He didn't go easy of you, he fucked your throat brutally. Tears streamed down your face each time you almost choked on him. "Jesus christ y/n" Eddie's eyes were full of lust "you really are such a good little slut for me." His thrusts got even faster somehow, and you really wished you could use your hands right now. You wanted your hands all over him, squeezing his arse, digging your nails into him. “You’re mine, you understand” Eddie practically growled “all mine.” His thrusts were growing sloppier and you knew he was close. “Wanna come on those beautiful tits of yours” he grunted, pulling out of you and stroking himself over you, until his cum was running down your chest. He seemed captivated by the image for a minute, before helping back up, sitting you back down the desk. He cleaned you up softly and untied your hands, placing kisses on your wrists. He stepped out of his trousers, in his way now that they had dropped half way down his legs. Slipping his shirt off afterwards.

“Lay back for me baby” you paused, you wanted to do something first. You reached up, tugging his hair out from the bobble so his curls fell round his face. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face at the sight. He really was beautiful. You finally laid back down, shifting to get comfy. Eddie lent over you, hands tracing the edge of your bodysuit, pushing back the fabric so that he could play with your nipple. Rolling it between his fingers slowly before bringing your breast into his mouth, his other hand sliding under the lace to squeeze your left breast. You whimpered already.  He focused on your breasts for a while, nipping, biting and sucking, covering you in hickeys. His hand trailed down your body slowly, making your breath hitch. His fingers ran up your thigh, teasing you as he leaned in for a kiss. His fingers brushed through your folds, making you moan a little. He bit down on your lip and slid one of his fingers inside you. Groaning in satisfaction at how wet you were for him. He was slow with you at first, his other hand finding the vibrator, holding it against your clit, and turning up the intensity every few minutes. Eddie adding a second finger on top had you coursing towards your orgasm and you dug your nails into his arm. All at once he removed both the vibrator and his fingers. You whimpered in desperation and he simply laughed at you.

“It’s so much fun to watch you squirm” he was smirking so hard. You gripped his arms trying to bring him closer to you and he almost stumbled forward. “That desperate for me hmm” he chided “haven’t you ever heard the phrase good things come to those who wait?” This time he bent down, tongue exploring you hungrily and his fingers circled your clit. You grabbed hold of his hair, pulling it harshly. You loved having your hands tangled in his curls like this. Eddie once again took you right up to the edge before stopping. He did it three times more, alternating between using his fingers and his mouth. At this point you were nearly sobbing from the need to finish.

“Please Eddie” you begged

“Please what?” he smirked again “tell what it is you want me to do y/n.” You whimpered, too far gone to answer his question, but knowing it was the only option.

“I need you to let me come Eddie, please, need your mouth on me- fingers inside me- need it so badly” you clawed at his arms again, trying to bring him in closer.

“Seems you asked so nicely” he winked at you. Eddie’s fingers were inside you again immediately, vibrator pressed back against your clit. This time he didn’t stop, letting your orgasm hit at full force. He turned the vibrator off, chucking it across his desk, he worked you through your orgasm and kept going. Adding a third finger, his pace was brutal and it wasn’t long before he got a second orgasm out of you. He pulled his fingers out, sucking off the juices. You tried to catch your breath but before you knew it he was on his knees again, his mouth on you in an instant. Every single part of you felt overly sensitive and the moans you made were half cries. “Eddie” his name left your lips like a prayer. He dragged another orgasm out of you, and still he didn’t stop. Eddie was talking you through it all. Praising you constantly. Tears ran down your cheeks from the overstimulation and at this point you weren’t sure why you’d even bothered to put on mascara this morning. After your fourth orgasm Eddie finally let you rest. “So good for me” he whispered against your skin, peppering soft kisses up your arm.

Eddie’s hand fell to his erection, stroking slowly, Eyes fixed on you. “Think you’ve got another one in you baby?” he asked softly and though your body felt wrecked you nodded. Eddie wasted no time, slamming inside you. You were so wet from his actions that he slid almost all the way in. He still gave you time to adjust though before moving.  His pace was fast, forceful thrusts. Groans leaving him every few seconds, as your own moans nearly caused you to run out of breath. “Feel so fucking perfect” Eddie practically purred “so tight around me.” His hand ran up your body to your neck, squeezing lightly. Not enough to choke you, just applying a little pressure. He adjusted his angle hitting your sweet spot and your back arched off the desk as you cried out his name. He had you almost at the edge already. His other hand clamped over your mouth, silencing your loud moans. “Quiet” he told you.

“Eddie” you breathed his name into his hand.

“I know baby I know” his voice soft, reassuring “i got you.” He thrust into you even harder, pushing you over that heavenly edge for the fifth time that afternoon. Eddie’s thrusts lost their rhythm and he spilled into you with a groan of your name. He cleaned you both up, dragging his trousers back on, pulling you into his lap on his chair. Caressing your hair as you recovered from what he’d put you through. He held you for a few moments before placing you back on his desk whilst he went to get you some water. Bringing an energy bar with him.  “Sorry it’s all the food I have” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed not to be taking care of you properly “I’d go get you something but I don’t wanna risk someone seeing you in here- especially looking as gorgeously sinful as you do right now.”

“It’s okay Eddie- I can grab something at home- it’s not that far of a walk” you reached up, stroking your hand across his cheek, taking a large sip of the water. When you were ready to leave, Eddie fetched you one of his spare shirts from the cupboard in the corner.

“Yeah, i’m gonna need you to wear that next time- you look so hot in my clothes” Eddie’s gaze was hot and intense once again but when he lent down to kiss you, it was full of tenderness. “I hope you know though, this isn’t just about sex for me” his words were quiet, a nervous admission “never has been”

“It’s not just about sex for me either” you reassured him “though the sex is very very good.” Your comment made him laugh, a wonderful sound. You tiptoed up to kiss him, before unlocking the door and wandering out into the hall. You glanced back to see him still looking at you, and you threw him a large smile.

“Don’t forget to rewatch the movie” he shouted at you and you had to stifle a laugh. God, you couldn’t wait until you didn’t have to hide the relationship anymore.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic

[hanaasbananas]

Power to Play Chapter 4

A series of ficlets each based off a song from the McFly album Power to Play

AO3

Prev//Next

God of Rock & Roll

“Father?” Gabriel started slightly, hand skittering across his tablet screen and drawing a line over his latest design. He scowled. 

“Can I ask you something?” Adrien’s voice echoed slightly in his office and Gabriel resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in irritation. He could feel the stirrings of a headache already. Nobody respected the meaning of a closed door anymore. 

“What is it, Adrien,” he snapped. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Speak to Nathalie.”

Hovering in the doorway, Adrien wrung his hands together nervously, meeting Gabriels gaze and quickly looking away. “I did. Um, Nathalie told me to ask you.”

“Go on then. Spit it out already.” Gabriel had already turned his attention back to his work, barely paying attention to what Adrien said next. He’d just ask Nathalie about it later.

“I’ve been asked to be in a music video by this band and wanted to confirm with you if I could do it before I accept the offer.” 

“Yes, yes,” he waved a hand dismissively without looking up. “Very well that’s fine. Now leave.”

Adrien didn’t have to be told twice, practically running out of the office, pausing only to shut the door behind him.

“Finally,” Gabriel muttered. He really needed to get a sign for his door.

*

Days later, Adrien was practically buzzing with energy on his way home from the music video shoot. The fact that father had let him do it at all was a miracle and Adrien had–slightly guiltily– turned his phone off just in case father changed his mind. But much to his relief, there had been no missed calls when he’d turned it back on several hours later.

Still, he didn’t hang around for the group outing afterwards, unwilling to push his luck any further. 

“It was so much fun!” he exclaimed to Nino on the phone. “Like, really cool. I can’t wait til you guys get to see it. And they let me take some of the leftover paint.”

“No way seriously?!” Nino sounded impressed. 

“Uh huh. You can use it for your next project; it’ll look amazi– ” Adrien trailed off as he caught sight of father waiting for him by the stairs.

“Where have you been?” Father’s voice was sharp. The grin slid off Adrien’s face.

“Hey Nino, uh..I’ll talk to you later.”

He could practically feel his friend wince through the phone. “Good luck dude.” 

Putting his phone in his pocket, Adrien took the opportunity to school his expression to be more neutral. “I was…” he began slowly. “I was at a shoot. The one I told you about.”

Father frowned. “Oh.” Glancing down at his tablet he tapped the screen a few times before nodding. “Alright. This was a…friends amateur project, correct? Whatever the case, I trust that you represented the brand appropriately.”

If smearing neon glow in the dark paint all over myself and rocking out on a guitar is an appropriate representation then yes, I did. Adrien thought. Somehow, he didn’t think father would agree.

“Yes,” He lied.

“Good.” Father was already walking away, no longer interested in the conversation. “Off you go. You missed your piano practice today, I expect to hear you playing shortly.”

“Of course, father.”

*

“You asked for me, father?” 

“Yes.” Gabriel sighed. “Come here. I want you to have a look at something.” 

Curiosity flickered across Adrien’s face as he made his way across the room. He regarded Gabriel with wide, guileless green eyes until they alighted on the tablet in his hand.

“Oh cool!” Adrien exclaimed. “I didn’t realise the video came out already!” 

“It did,” Gabriel said. “And I would like you to explain this to me.”

“Explain what?”

Gabriel had hardly been able to believe his eyes when Nathalie had shown him the video. He’d caught her hiding a smile as he’d watched it, but he didn’t see what was so funny. It was going to be a disaster for the brand, to see the face of Agreste Clothing–his son– cavorting around shirtless and covered in body paint for some silly band's music video. They couldn’t even pretend that it wasn’t Adrien because he had been named and tagged in the post. 

It was a disaster.

“This,” Gabriel shook his tablet in Adrien’s face. “How dare you go behind my back to do this–”

“I didn’t though.” Adrien interjected. He lifted his chin stubbornly to meet Gabriels surprised gaze. “I got your permission and even told you about it afterwards, remember?”

Now that he’d mentioned it, Gabriel did have a vague memory of him asking for something, but really, was he supposed to keep track of everything Adrien did? That was a  completely unrealistic expectation.

“This is not what I approved–”

Adrien shrugged. “Yes it is. I gave Nathalie all the information after you said I could do it, it’s not my fault you didn’t actually read through it.” 

Gabriel turned the tablet back around and quickly skimmed through his emails from the last week. And there it was: itinerary and briefing for ‘God of Rock and Roll’ music video shoot. Huh.

“Was that all? I need to go to school,” Adrien said, sounding a little impatient. 

“Yes, you’re free to go,” Gabriel said, still frazzled by the oversight. Pulling up the video again, he began to scroll through the comments, startling when he accidentally pressed play and the first lyrics blared out at him:

I’m the number one at making bad decisions..  

“Oh shut up,” he grumbled, turning the tablet off and throwing it onto his chair.

He really did need to start paying better attention to things

#banana writes 🍌 #ml fanfic #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #ml crack #power to play

[kaijuprotocol]

blasts you with my autism beam. anyone want to hear my ninjago rhythm game headcanons

split into sections for each character so this isn't just one big paragraph :)

nya

i think after jay introduced her nya started really liking dance games!

her favourite is paraparaparadise! she originally picked it up because the movements looked pretty simple but ends up getting super into it, and has a good few songs' worth of choreography memorised.

she doesn't really like the arcade atmosphere and prefers to play console ports; though with how jank the motion sensors tend to be for these things she tends to lose her temper at the equipment from time to time. she'll go to the arcade if someone else (usually cole) invites her, but never alone.

she has recruited lloyd to be her partner for doubles choreography in just dance :)

lloyd

lloyd would play phone games. you guys remember tap tap revenge? i think he would play tap tap revenge.

i think he'd actually be pretty damn good at it. he racks up hours pretty quickly; but he's not super hardcore about it or anything, he just likes having something to do with his hands. probably doesn't pay full attention most of the time and is more the type to zone out for the entire track and still somehow end up with a PFC.

memorises 4k charts (not on purpose, just good memory) and will tap them out on any nearby surface when he is bored or distracted

cole

biggest rhythm game fan of the group by far.

shreds at gitadora. (they added weekend whip to exchain)

got kicked out of an arcade once because he was playing taiko and got too into it playing heat haze shadow 2 oni and busted a hole directly into the center of the player 1 drum

jay

likes to collect decommissioned arcade cabs and/or defunct game controllers just in order to take them apart and find out how they work; i don't think he's a particularly big otoge fan per se, but i think a decently sized portion of his collection would be dedicated to the genre just because of how unique a lot of the peripherals and cabinets can be.

^he would be the kind of person to buy a decomissioned muséca cab so he could dismantle it for parts to repair his bishibashi machine

his enjoyment of the genre is pretty much limited to the hardware, he doesn't really find the technical aspect of the gameplay particularly fun. his enjoyment of [legally distinct dance game] is due to a) the unusually high level of physical challenge and b) the fact that you get a lot of attention from onlookers if you do well. (mostly the second thing.)

and last but not least. superstar rockin' jay's guitar is a guitarfreaks psx peripheral with a custom paintjob. he isn't a particularly big fan of the series or anything, he just saw the controller in a second hand store one day and thought the shape was cool. have you seen what this thing looks like? hold on let me find a picture

i love it it's like it started unloading halfway down

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #makes a sideblog to talk about things other than rhythm games for once and then immediately posts about rhythm games. im normal #ninjago #⛰️ #mine

[sunarintoes]

Pretty Setter Squad Boyfriend Headcanons

part one can be found here II wc: 2.4k II includes: kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, semi and oikawa II atsumu and shirabu 

rewriting because i cringe at the old hcs 😭

✗ Kagggggsss

✗ The emotionally constipated blueberry <3 oh yeahh 😎

✗ Okay well first off he can barely process his emotions (*cough* evidently *cough*)

✗ When you two first started going out he was quite shy and unsure of what to do so you may have had to guide him a bit, but if youre equally shy then it just would have taken longer to get to where you are now; oh and if that was the case it probably took some random burst of energy/confidence from either one of you to make the first move. 

✗ He will buy you milk but uf you hate it (like me 🤢) he will buy you another drink - like juice :D

✗ I dont think he will be the most affectionate, it’s not his love language - and neither are words haHAH. His love language is most likely quality time and gift giving.

✗ He does like to cuddle though 😳

✗ In fact he really likes to :D his favourite is when youre sitting in his lap while he watches a volleyball game (at home - he hates pda). 

✗ This brings us to our next, short point. Kageyama absolutely despises pda, he just thinks its something meant for closed doors and he does not believe that he has to display his relationship for the whole world to ogle at. The most he will do is light hand holding - mostly just linking your pinkies though.

✗ When it comes to height he does not care if you're smaller or taller than him ← but bb, please don't tease him about his height if he’s shorter because he will blow a fuse.

✗ He alternates between small spoon and big spoon, kinda depending on his mood. 

✗ BOY O BOY does he get jealous. Uh please reign in your setter >:( 

✗ Its mostly due to the fact that he’s insecure about himself - he thinks you will leave him like everyone else (in middle school - yes, he is still traumatised from it.)

✗ When he does get jealous he might be snappy to the other person and glare at them or be snappy at you and glare at you. When this happens please give him space because he needs it to clear his head. When he feels better he will come up to you and hug you into his chest so that he can’t see your face and you cant see his, then he will mumble an apology.

✗ Ever since you two began to date he has practiced apologising and getting better at apologising, this is because his inability to admit to his own mistakes was a sour patch in your relationship that almost ended it but he really did not want to lose you so he sucked up his pride and worked on what he had to; of course you also worked in what you had to. God I love character development 😩

✗ Dates are mostly at home dates or dates revolving around volleyball. If you're not into volleyball, Kageyama would not date you, it's something he is so passionate about and loves with every breath he takes (like you) and he refuses to compromise one love for the other. 

✗ ooooh he likes arcade dates a well! He thrives in a competitive environment. If you're not competitive and don't want to compete against him then he’ll compete for you - against the machines lol. Of course you play as well! But i doubt youre as competitive as this blueberry, and if you are - well i guess at the end of the day youll both be stacked in tokens 🤠

✗ Sugawara my beloved <33

✗ He. Is. So. Affectionate! 

✗ Mans loves skin on skin contact ykwim?

✗ He is down for pda and does not care what others think - only what you think <3. 

✗ I mean he might make out with you in public if you ask nicely 

✗ Dates are very fun with him, he’ll take you to cafes, to amusement parks, to carnivals, to movies and all the like. He’s a cliche lover and he’s proud of it.

✗ Your first kiss happened on New Years Eve/Day. The two of you sat on the roof of his house and watched as the fireworks lit up the starry sky of Miyagi and chanted the count down together. The second ‘one’ left your lips he grabbed your face (softly!!) and pulled you in to crash his lips against yours. 

✗ Suga loves to cuddle, preferably face to face because he just thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. 

✗ He is not the most jealous person, he definitely does get jealous but never of strangers. It's more when his close friends or your close friends get a bit too comfortable if that makes sense? He normally plays it off with humour and messes around because he acknowledges that he is insecure and that it is most likely him thinking of the worst case scenario; however if he really does start to worry and get jealous then he will sit you down and talk about it with you. To him, communication is key. 

✗ Ngl Kenma is definitely in my top 3 favourites. 

✗ I may or may not be a Kenma kinnie 😳🙈

✗ i love my non-toxic gamer boy <33 anywho: no matter what ANYONE says, kenma is definitely affectionate. In fact I'd say he’s one of the most affectionate boyfriends. As we all know, he is shy and introverted but he likes to hang around and spend time with people he likes. He also talks a lot to them. So I hc that he’s a bit of a chatterbox with you and it makes him really happy when you let him talk about a game or a theory he has. He’s a great listener so you can count on him to pay attention to what you say.

✗ if you didn't already have one, he bought you a switch. He loves video game dates especially when he can't see you in person (*cough* lockdown *cough*) 

✗ he loves when you sit on his lap when he plays video games. I know everyone talks about sitting on their partner’s lap as some sexual thing and yeah that can happen but most of the time he’s really soft with you and just enjoys being close to you. Loves when you cuddle into him while he plays so that he can place his head on yours or your shoulder. 

✗ i think he is a bit shy when it comes to kisses but definitely warms up after a while. He absolutely refuses to sleep if he doesnt get your goodnight kisses. He loves to kiss you on your nose and your cheeks the most. He loves when you kiss him on the forehead and the nose <3

✗ kenma is not one for pda, it's just not his vibe. He prefers intimacy and privacy; his relationship is not a movie for the world to watch and gawk at. Especially timeskip!kenma. Though that does not mean he wont ever show you skinship in public, occasionally he will softly hold your hand and maybe press a light kiss to your cheek. 

✗ in terms of jealousy, he is moderate. Kenma, as we all know, has incredible people reading skills, so he understands the situation pretty clearly and knows when you’re uncomfortable/what you think of the situation. Most of the time you can deal with the unwanted attention and he doesnt get jealous, but he does get insecure. He shows this by going quiet and looking away when you look at him, you can cure this by giving him hugs when you get home. 

✗ Akaashi my beloved <3 he’s so pretty i can't even-

✗ ugh! Just imagine him in a dark/light academia aesthetic. 

✗ perfection. 

✗ akaashi is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend, he loves you to pieces and never fails to let you know. He tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He probably makes meals for you and leaves notes in that have a sweet comment like “i love you, you're the best <3” 

✗ he love back hugging you BUT also receiving back hugs 🥺✨

✗ akaashi is a booknerd and an introvert. Please cuddle up to him and let him read his book to you. 

✗ there are only 2 things that can restore his social battery: sleeping and you.

✗ which means he wants cuddles when he’s tired 😊

✗ he is not jealous. He just doesn't get jealous, maybe annoyed if the third party is being a bit too pushy and you're clearly uncomfortable, but he just never feels jealous. No matter how hard you may try to make him jealous (plz dont cause that's kinda toxic imo) he just won't feel that way.

✗ definitely the ‘mom/dad’ as he carries sinister, pads, bandaids → a whole first aid kit basically, everywhere. Bb must be prepared. 

✗ dates are so sweet with him, cute niche cafes and dimly lit libraries. Maybe the occasional abandoned building. He loves spending time with you, so really he's happiest whenever he’s with you; having coffee at McDonalds or a niche cafe won't change anything. 

✗ he’s hard to pinpoint for pda. I feel like he’s indifferent about it. He probably prefers to keep it indoors or to just small and sweet gestures (no making out in public sorry-). It definitely comes down to your preferences, if you don't like it then he won't and vice versa.

✗ semi semi semi semi semi semi

✗ omg mr musician 

✗ he definitely plays guitar - lead guitar and bass guitar. 

✗ skilled fingies for sure 😗

✗ boy why are musicians so hot???? 😫😫😫💦💦

✗ he writes songs about you. Semsem has a bit of trouble saying exactly how he feels, so he writes it and sings it to you with a small little smile and eyes full of love. 

✗ off topic but Semu has the best music taste in haikyuu

✗ he loves hugs so much <33 please hug and cuddle with him 24/7

✗ very affectionate, he’s always touching you someway. Loves kissing your forehead. 

✗ he is jealous. Yeah definitely. He writes songs about being jealous 🗿 not that you mind of course ‘cause they're bangers. I think he might get snappy when he’s jealous, not directly at you but at the other person. He definitely gets a bit bitchy. Sometimes he acts that way to you so you've just gotta slap some sense into him. Say something like “what's your problem?” or “tell me what your problem is so i can help fix it.” ← that's probably the best thing to say. 

✗ afterwards he’ll just snuggle with you until he feels better. 

✗ he asks for your opinion about his songs all the time, please be honest (but also praise them if you like them lol)

✗ he takes you to niche spots he finds, like hidden concerts and stuff. Loves when you come to his gigs <3 oh and when you scream for him (in more ways than one). 

✗ dates are cute and fun. Mostly walking around together → carnivals, main street, farmers market. Those kind of things. 

✗ when it comes to pda he loves it. Loves being able to show the world who his s/o is. If you don't like it then he will tone it down and only do what you’re comfortable with. If you're also into pda then he will happily make out with you anywhere (you're one of THOSE couples 🤢 /j) 

✗ all round best boyfie <3

✗ oikawa 😳 have i told y'all how much i love him? Oikawa is the best written character, no cap, he is so complex and real it's crazy. It's so fun to write about him because you can pick him apart, you know his flaws, his weaknesses, his nightmares but also his strengths and dreams. Anywho i'll stop ranting now but i just love writing for such a perfectly imperfect character-

✗ he puts up a cocky exterior but thats all false. He's as scared as you are, he's scared that you'll leave him like his exes because of how obsessed and focused he is on volleyball. However he is a changed man, he's learned to balance his priorities. If you ever feel like you're being sidelined please communicate with him. 

✗ he values communication above all else and wants nothing more in a partner than for them to also value communication.

✗ back to the point → if you feel insecure of your relationship and that volleyball is taking too much of his attention let him know. He will change that. To an extent → he may have an important game coming up which is why he is focusing more, but he will always find time for you. 

✗ he never forgets to text you good morning and good night. He also sends you wholesome memes and makes sure you're taking care of yourself - they're like reminders for him to also take care of himself. 

✗ he is both jealous and insecure. Everyone who gets too close to you or spends a lot of time with you, he is jealous of. Jealous because he wishes he could spend more time with you but he knows he can't - not without jeopardising his volleyball career. He's also insecure, because he knows you could just leave him for a more fulfilling, more attentive, more balanced relationship. You know that too, I mean, of course you could leave him but no one would be as good as him. No one could match up to your beautifully flawed boyfriend.

✗ he is affectionate, very, very affectionate. He loves you so much. And because he spends so much time on volleyball, anytime with you he's touching you - memorizing every dint, every curve, everything about you so that he won't ever forget. 

✗ Oikawa has trouble sleeping unless he's with you, he wants to sling to you in his sleep and be grounded and remember that he is loved and cherished and appreciated y'know?

✗ pda is not an issue for him. He doesn't care what anyone else says or thinks :P in this relationship the only opinions that matter are his and your’s. Tell him you're uncomfortable with something and he won't do it, and vice versa. But otherwise, like Semi, he won't mind having a good makeout session with you in the middle of the street ;)

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[fortuositywritings]

I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 8

Summary: Did someone order a fluff stuffed pizza with extra cheese? 

Warnings: Language, also a bit of violence

The following day starts as most have the past week, only this time you are not dreading waking up early in the morning for a hike aka jogging at an incline with Nat. In fact, you wake up kind of pumped for it and decide to forego the usual coffee. Nat looks at you like you are crazy. You shrug. “Not all of us need caffeine to live, Natasha.”

But you do, you find out mid-hike.

“Fuck me!” you groan, dragging behind Nat.

“No, thanks. You’ve got Wanda for that,” Nat quips. When you don’t reply, she continues, “What? No comment?”

“I’m saving my energy. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. If I die here from exhaustion, hit me with a rock or something. Make it look like a cooler death,” you say. She laughs. “What happened to not needing coffee?”

“Caffeineless-Me is a delusional me. Don’t ever listen to her,” you huff.

Luckily, you smell coffee when you get back to the house. You hear voices in the kitchen and make a dramatic entrance. Clint, Pietro, and Sam’s conversation halts at your interruption. Finding Clint responsible for the coffee, you butter him up in exchange for the coffee cup he hands you. “You know, I told Laura, you were it. I said ‘Laura, you’ll never find another like this one. A king among simple men.’ True story.” Used to your antics, Clint ignores you but Pietro and Sam laugh.

You spend the afternoon at the arcade with Wanda, Pietro, and Peter. You in fact do beat Pietro at skeeball, rubbing your win in his face. He beats you at everything else. It’s hard to be a sore loser though when you are too busy having fun and entertaining Wanda. 

Wanda pulls you all into a photo booth. The group does their best to fit in what is meant to be a two person booth. Wanda ends up on your lap, you sitting next to Pietro, and Peter sticking his head into the frame. You shoo the boys out after the group photos, wanting a strip of you and Wanda. Despite the free space, Wanda stays seated on your lap, not that you mind it. The first two photos are silly. You kiss her cheek for the third and simply smile for the last one in which Wanda sports a blush looking at you. 

You ask Wanda if she is ready to go to the bookstore yet, not forgetting what you promised. She refrains from saying yes when a game calls her attention. She says you can leave after one more game. Wanda challenges you to Guitar Hero and the results are embarrassing. You stare at her score in shock. You refuse to believe it. “What? There is no way! How?” She giggles when you turn your face to her with your hands on your cheeks. “No wonder you’re so good with your hands.”

She blushes at your comment. “Do you play guitar?” You ask, but before she can confirm or deny, you stop her, “Wait, no. I don’t want to know. ‘Cause if you do, that’s too attractive and we can’t have that.”

“Why not?” She tilts her head to the side.

“Because it will ruin our dynamic, You see, we both bring certain things to the table. You bring in the kind hearted, easy on the eyes superhero thing to the table. Me, I bring in the funny, cute, one year away from graduating college kid thing. My two years playing the trumpet as a child could never match even the thought of you holding a guitar,” you explain.

Wanda looks at you curiously. She smiles cheekily, before saying, “I’ll have to play for you someday then.” She laughs when you groan saying she ruined it all and tugs you by the hand to where the prizes are. You both trade your tickets in for small inflatable sledge hammers that you immediately use against each other standing off to the side of the prizes booth. You feel the employee who helped you out stare at you both and feel like you are getting in trouble, so you stop hitting Wanda.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” the employee says. “The two of you just make a really cute couple.”

“Oh,” you say surprised, but you don’t correct him, unbeknownst to you, making Wanda suppress a smile. “Thanks.”

“Come on, you promised me a bookstore,” Wanda says, taking your hand and pulling you toward the exit. You spend an hour in the cute bookstore, which Wanda could have easily made two but she took pity on you, seeing you get a little restless walking around the store in circles. She leaves the store with two new books in hand that you had insisted on buying and a smile on her face as you hold the door open for her.

“I would say ‘I got you next time’ but I wouldn’t want to force you to actually read words on paper,” she jokes.

You roll your eyes at her playful remark. “No, we wouldn’t want that.” 

“So, how about we get some ice cream instead?” she offers, hoping to spend a little more time with you out in the town. Your ears perk up at those words. “Now we’re talking, Maximoff!”

“That reminds me. You still haven’t told me your last name.”

“And I’m not talking.” You mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key. Wanda jokes, “Well that’s a first. That was the only key, right?”

Wanda laughs when you roll your eyes and eagerly take the bag with her books out of her hand to carry it instead, replacing it with your own as you practically drag her to the ice cream shop. She tries not to react when halfway to the shop you interlace your fingers and smile at her, but her heart doesn’t get the message.

Tanya smiles when she sees you both back again at the shop. She raises an eyebrow, looking at your hands in question. You catch her look and shake your head in denial at Tanya while Wanda is busy looking at the flavors of ice cream. Tanya purses her lips disapprovingly and you nearly groan. Wanda turns to you and asks if you know what you want, unaware of the silent conversation that occurred before her. 

You tell her to order hers first. Although you see her eyeing the strawberry flavor for a good amount of time, she orders the cotton candy flavor. You look at her surprised. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

“Well, in that case, Tanya, I will have two scoops of the strawberry on a cone, please and thank you,” you order. Wanda gives you the same look you’d given her, so you decide to throw her words back at her. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

Wanda pays for your ice creams, which of course Tanya would not let slide without commentary. “She’s making you pay for the ice cream? It’s no wonder Y/N stays single. You would think she’d know how to treat a lady.” Tanya shakes her head at you, making you scoff. Wanda laughs but defends you. “She does. This is a small thank you for how well she’s actually done that.”

“Yeah, Tanya! You hear that? I treat people well,” you reiterate as you take your prepared cone from Tanya. “I even did as you said and took her to the fair.” As if it is so unbelievable, Tanya looks at Wanda for confirmation and looks nearly impressed when Wanda nods. You add to pick on Wanda, “All for her to dance with someone else for most of the night.”

This time she scoffs and you try to suppress your smile at how easy you could rile her up. “It was one song,” she defends herself. When she sees that you’re just pulling her leg, she huffs, “You’re annoying,” and goes to sit at the small table by the entrance. Tanya speaks up when you just stand there looking after Wanda with a smile. “Don’t leave her to eat alone now.”

Tanya’s voice startles you out of your trance and you make your way to sit across from Wanda. “It was two songs,” you say, continuing the banter. Wanda retorts before trying her ice cream, “Two. One. What’s the difference?”

“He got one more song with you than I did,” you shrug. You see her make a face of disappointment at the flavor she chose. She replies, “It could have been none with him if someone just asked earlier.”

“Noted. I will let someone know and pass on the message for you,” you tease, earning you a light kick under the table from Wanda while you start with your ice cream. You can only watch her struggle to eat her ice cream and look at yours longingly for so long, before you eventually just snatch hers from her hand. 

“Hey! I was eating that,” she complains. 

“Oh, is that what you were doing? That was a very sad attempt at best. Here, try again,” you say and hand her the rest of your strawberry ice cream. She tries to hand yours back. “I’m not going to take your cone. It’s not the one I ordered.”

You shove the rest of the ice cream you stole into your mouth and eat it as quickly as you can. Wanda stares at you in shock. You try not to make a face at the brain freeze you get. “Well, I just finished yours so now you have no choice.”

Wanda giggles. “You have a brain freeze, don’t you?”

Nothing gets past this woman. You try to deny it anyway. “Nope. Brain warm, actually.”

You don’t fail to make her laugh. She thanks you and you smile as she finishes the strawberry ice cream. You decide to head back to the arcade before the guys get worried. You are surprised they have yet to call or text to ask where you and Wanda were. Wanda says she wouldn’t be surprised if they did not even notice your absence. 

Someone spots you making your way out of the ice cream shop with Wanda and decides to approach you. “Well, well, well. Look who it is,” a loud voice taunts you, making you and Wanda turn your heads to see a guy your age and not so much taller than Wanda approach you. You know him as Abby’s (grocery store lady’s daughter) ex-boyfriend. 

You don’t try to delude yourself into thinking this exchange could be an exchange of simple pleasantries especially given your history and the condescending sneer he throws your way. You huff, mumbling under your breath, “Never move to a small town, Wanda.”

She gives you a questioning look but you ignore it as the ex-boyfriend stands before you both. You give him an obviously fake smile, acknowledging his presence. “Jack,” you say tiredly, not wanting to give anyone the impression you want to actually interact with him. He, on the other hand, has a bone to pick with you and does not plan to let you off easily. 

“Y/N, I see some things never change.” He laughs bitterly, giving Wanda the once over. Not appreciating this, you try to avert his attention back to you and speak in a more fed up tone. “What do you want?”

“What? I can’t say hi to your little girlfriend? You were always so eager to say hello to mine. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t show the same courtesy,” he says, scorn clear in his voice. You really do not have it in you to put up with him and the mess you made that you never dealt with, but you’ve had enough of this biting you in the ass at every corner in this town.

“Look, what I did wasn’t cool. I know, okay? I’m genuinely sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration or talking to you about it before and ignoring the whole thing after it happened. Alright? Can we just move on from this?” you ask, sincerely. Jack looks at you in shock as you await his answer, wanting nothing but to finally move past this mess. Wanda on her end is impressed by your ability to recognize a mistake and apologize. You can feel her looking at you and Jack notices it too, the act riling him up more than anything.

When Jack saw you, he finally found his chance to let everything he was holding back out and seeing you with someone else only assured him he was right about you being this asshole who just goes around stealing people’s girlfriends. He was not expecting an apology. Although it seems to be sincere, it still does not satisfy him and seeing the girl you’re with looking at you the way she is because of it just ticks him off.

So he doesn’t accept your apology. Instead, he turns to Wanda. “It’s a little late for apologies, L/N. Hey, sweetheart. Some advice, best go apologize to your boyfriend before it’s too late, ‘cause whatever you think this is,” he says waving between you and Wanda, “it’s not gonna last.”

Trying to form some semblance of a safety blanket against his fiery gaze, you pull Wanda to stand behind you. Now you’re feeling very irritated. You’re not going to hit him or anything of that nature. God knows you would only hurt yourself. You’ve always strayed away from getting into fights. Besides, why bruise your fists when you could bruise his ego?

“Hey, assface. What do you know about lasting? Last I heard you weren’t doing too well with that. Some advice for you,” you taunt him, using the same tone he did with Wanda, “when you are finally doing something right, which you’ll know since Abby’s not really a quiet one, give her neck a little squeeze and-” You snap smugly. “She can thank me later.”

The whole time you were talking, you could practically see steam coming out of his ears. It’s logical to stay clear when you see the signs of a volcano about to erupt, but when you are standing two feet away from the danger zone, it’s a little hard to avoid getting hurt. You see it coming but you are not quick enough to dodge it. Suddenly, your ass is on the sidewalk, vision impaired as your hand covers the left side of your face that is throbbing in pain. Wanda would say her vision is also impaired as all she sees is red. Not caring if anyone sees, she uses her magic to hold him by the throat, red wisps tightening around his neck. She sees the panic in his eyes but doesn’t ease up. 

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her again. In fact, from now on you don’t talk to her unless she’s speaking to you. Don’t look at her unless she calls your name,” Wanda threatens him, her voice deadly calm, you would almost define it as soothing. Jack wouldn’t. “You know who I am, don’t you?” Jack nods to the best of his abilities, starting to feel light headed. “If you even think about touching her again, I’ll know.” 

She releases her magical hold. He coughs, bringing back oxygen into his lungs. Jack sees the red fade from the witch’s eyes but her stare still holds a fire. Not wanting to enrage the witch any further, he sprints away as soon as she says, “Leave.”

As soon as he is out of sight, Wanda turns to check on you. She finds you already on your feet but your hand is still over your face. She pries your hand away and sees the damage, a bruise already forming over your cheek. You flinch when she prods it gently. Wanda gives you a questioning look when you unexpectedly giggle.

“Sorry, it’s just. Nat always said my big mouth would get me into trouble like this one day. I was really hoping she would be wrong about this one,” you explain, looking away from her but still giggling. Wanda doesn’t find it funny. She gently takes your chin to face her. “It’s not your fault. He had no right to lay a finger on you.”

Wanda’s intense stare doesn’t waver. It’s almost demanding you to understand that what happened can’t be brushed off as a joke and it works. Your mind replays the events and you feel a lump in your throat. Wanda brushes a tear away from your cheek. You hadn’t been aware of the tears forming in your eyes. The sound of a car passing by snaps you out of your emotional state. You haven’t had a good cry in a long while, but like hell will you allow yourself to break down on the sidewalk in front of the ice cream shop where you used to work.

You chase away the tears and clear your throat. Today was a great day for the most part; you weren’t going to let this bump in your trail keep you from continuing on to have a great day and ending it on a good note. Your eyes are a vault of tears, and though you know one day that door is going to open and possibly drown you, today would not be that day. 

You pull away from Wanda’s touch but before she can say anything about it you hold that hand in yours. “Thank you. I’m lucky you were here.” You avoid cringing at how your voice breaks halfway through, evidence of the lump in your throat you cleared away. You manage a small smile instead. 

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I hope I didn’t frighten you,” Wanda says, suddenly embarrassed at her quick tempered reaction. This brings out a genuine giggle out of you. “Are you kidding me? Frighten me? The only scary thing about your reaction was how attractive I found it!” 

You can tell Wanda doesn’t believe you, searching your face for any sign that you may be lying and saying this just to humor her. “No, seriously. His pants were wet out of fear. My pants were wet in an entirely different way,” you press. She laughs with glowing red cheeks. As the color fades, you and she decide to head back to the arcade after you refused her offer of getting you something cold at the store to rest against your cheek.

Pietro and Peter didn’t notice you had left the arcade, but they do notice your bruised cheek quickly. After dismissing their concerns, you ask if they were ready to head back. They say they still have to trade their tickets in, so you let them go do that. It isn’t too long until you are back to the car.

It turns out you are the only one in the car with a license, but you’re not feeling up to driving back to the house. Peter looks nervous at the prospect of driving, barely having taken two lessons at school, so he isn’t going to drive. Wanda wants to sit by you, so she lets Peter sit up front. That leaves Pietro to drive.

Big mistake.

You make it home in one piece with your bruised cheek, a massive headache, and a date with the church on Sunday after promising God you would go if you make it back home alive. Pietro brakes hard when pulling up right behind Nat’s car. Luckily, he didn't hit her car. You didn’t need to survive Pietro’s wild car ride, just so Nat could kill you after. 

The twins are arguing. “God, Wanda. No one likes a backseat driver,” Pietro says as he puts the car in park and takes the key out of the ignition. Wanda yells, “No, but I’m sure we would all like to live to see past our 20’s and Peter past high school!”

At the mention of his name, Peter finally opens his eyes and loosens his tight grip on his seatbelt. “Oh, we’re here? I, um, have to go to the bathroom.” He excuses himself before basically ripping the door open and running into the house on shaky legs. Pietro also storms out of the car but more so in irritation from his sister.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks you, taking off her seatbelt. You unbuckle yours and laugh to ease her concerns. “Yeah, just give me a moment. I don’t think my life is done flashing before my eyes yet.” 

Wanda giggles as you act out seeing your life replaying in your mind. “Okay, almost done. Exercise with Nat, board games, seeing you naked.” You laugh when she punches your arm. “Arcade, your brother almost killing us all, and finished. Wow, I lived a pretty good life.”

She shakes her head at your silliness, before practically pulling you out of the car. Most of everyone is in the living room when you come inside. You guess your bruise must be very noticeable, your cousin gasping upon seeing your face. She rushes to your side with the help of Clint and sees the damage.

“Y/N, what happened?” she asks, a motherly type of concern slipping into her tone.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” You thank Nat when she sits you down and helps place an ice pack on your injury.

“It looks pretty bad, kid,” Clint says, not helping ease the concern on his wife’s or his best friend’s face. 

“You should have seen the other guy,” you say, acting like you actually did anything other than stare mouth agape as Wanda took care of Jack. The disbelief on everyone’s face when you said that, including Sam’s, was insulting. You scoff, “Okay, ouch. I could have taken care of business if Wanda wasn’t there, thank you very much.”

“So, Wanda was there?” Nat pries and you tell them everything. Laura thanks Wanda for doing what she did and Wanda, being of humble heart, claims it goes unsaid that she would do that for any of them and there was no need to thank her. Nat doesn’t say ‘I told you so’ but she tells you it’s time to learn self-defense as she wants you to quote unquote “be prepared next time god forbid something like this happens again”, which to you was another way of saying ‘I told you so’, 

Nat says she will personally see to giving you your first lesson tomorrow. Clint laughs at the thought and suddenly everyone is amped to watch Nat teach you some moves in the morning, inviting themselves to be your audience as if embarrassing yourself in front of Natasha was not going to be enough. Everyone leaves you alone to get ready to sleep after that. 

After changing into your pjs, you pull out your phone and scroll through your camera roll sitting on the couch. You have at least fifty or so new photos of just today. You smile as you watch the video you recorded of Wanda and Pietro playing Dance Dance Revolution. Watching them interact today, you are reminded of you and Laura and Nat and if their bond is anything like yours, you are happy that Wanda has someone like that in her life. 

Wanda comes downstairs to check up on you before turning in for the night. She hears you before she sees you, your giggles cutting through the air. She follows the sound, curious as to what has you in such spirits. When she is close enough, Wanda sees you are laughing at something playing on your phone. 

“What are you watching?” Wanda asks from behind you.

“Just some of the stuff I recorded today. Come look.” You invite her over.

Leaning over your shoulder, she finds out it is a video of her and her brother playing the dancing game at the arcade. She fails to see what you find so funny but as the video plays on, you kept zooming in and out of Wanda’s face as she pouts every time she missteps but the look of determination never wavering. 

You think it’s a cute video but you aren’t surprised when Wanda lunges for your phone in an attempt to take it and delete the video. You lean forward away from Wanda on time so that she cannot reach it. She groans, “Delete it.”

“Mmm, no.” You shake your head and laugh when Wanda wastes her energy to maneuver around the couch to take the phone away only for you to hide it behind your back away from Wanda’s hands. She looks down at you unimpressed. “Y/N, do you really think that’s going to work? I can take it with a wave of my hand.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Always relying on your magic. Afraid you can’t get it without twirling your fingers?” you shoot back with a smirk. Your cockiness is short lived as you see Wanda sport the same look of determination she wore in the video you took. She surprises you by settling onto your lap, basically straddling you. She holds you by the shoulders. You nearly whimper when she leans into your ear and whispers, “I’ll show you twirling my fingers.”

She leans away from your ear and looks you right in the eye as one hand begins to wander down your chest. You hold your breath when she gets to your belly button. You should have known better, misreading the smirk on her face. It all takes a turn when she brings her other hand down and begins to tickle you. 

You try fighting her off with one hand, keeping the other with your phone behind your back, but she’s relentless. You flail around and you end up lying on the couch, Wanda still on top of you. You can’t help the tear that slips and you take that as your cue to beg her to stop. “Mercy! Mercy! Stop!”

Wanda eases up on the tickling, giving you time to catch your breath, but she makes no move to get off of you nor to actually take your phone away. She rests her hands on your stomach and watches you, amused when you wipe away your tear. 

“That wasn’t nice,” you breathe out. She chuckles. You stare at her as if it is your turn to gaze at her in wonder. She takes you by surprise again when she asks, “Can I kiss you?”

She’s kissed you before. Hell, you’ve done a lot more than that, so you’re wondering why she’s even asking at this point. At the confusion on your face, she explains, “I mean, can I kiss you just to kiss you?”

Finally understanding what she is asking, you sit up and give her your permission. “You can kiss me whenever you want. It doesn’t have to lead to anything.” She hesitates to move so as a show of faith you peck her lips, startling her. “See?”

Wanda smiles and leans forward to kiss you. It’s a slow but still rather chaste kiss. It takes your breath away and when she pulls back she giggles as your lips unconsciously chase after hers. She gives you what your lips were seeking for, pulling you further into her by your neck and tangling her hands in your hair. You are kissing slowly but then you’re not when you slip your hands under her shirt to grip her waist. You pull away and kiss down her neck. 

Wanda starts to feel hot. She doesn’t know when she started to grind onto you, but her hips are actively working to find some friction to relieve the feeling that’s bubbled up. You’re both wearing too many clothes, she thinks. She pushes you away and goes to take off her shirt, but when she had pushed you, you’d come to your senses. You stop her and pull her shirt back down. 

“As much as I’d like to, Clint and Nat seeing me in boxers haunts me to this day. I don’t want to imagine what they’d do if someone saw us less than decent on the couch,” you explain. 

“Oh,” she says, almost a little dejectedly, but Wanda understands. She honestly forgot they were in the living room, open for anyone to accidentally walk in on them. You crack a joke at her sounding so bummed. “Sorry if I gave the idea that I’d be comfortable putting it all out there for show. I don’t know what kind of things you and your ex-robo-boyfriend liked to do, but not everyone can be as free spirited.”

Knowing what comes next after a joke like that, you are quick to grab her wrists before she punches your arm. “Or as violent,” you add, laughing when she pouts at not getting her way. You wrap your arms around her before falling back to lie on the couch. Wanda stretches out her legs to get more comfortable, which is hard to do given your arms are still wrapped around her holding her arms down as well. 

“You’re the worst,” she mumbles into your neck. You laugh. “Hey, don’t start comparing me to your exes. It’s hard to compete with a lab-produced man. He’s probably over six feet tall and can do long division in a blink. Probably does the cheesy things you like, like serenading you and lipsyncs as the song actually plays from his mouth.”

Your arms loosen up as you speak, allowing Wanda to shift more so beside you. Wanda giggles at your rambling and throws an arm around your stomach. “He’s not an Alexa, Y/N.”

“Are you sure? Or you just never tried saying ‘Vision, play Summer by Calvin Harris’?” She bites your shoulder instead of swatting at you. “Ow. What kind of name is Vision anyway? I mean that can only mean he’s packing some serious stuff cause moaning out ‘Vision’ is just not it, you know? I mean, it’s better than ‘Brad’ but honestly most anything is better than Brad.” 

“Ugh!” Wanda lets out in frustration and a hint of embarrassment. Her face turns pink but she tries to hide it behind her hand. She says something else you don’t catch as it’s muffled by her palm. You grab her hand and move her arm back to its original position around you. “What was that?”

“I said ‘I don’t’,” Wanda repeats. 

“You don’t, what?” you ask. Wanda waits a second for you to catch up. “Wait, you and he never?” you ask. When she shakes her head, you are too bewildered by that possibility that you have to confirm. “Never ever?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Sorry, it’s just that,” you pause. A thought that nearly shuts down your brain takes over and you have to ask, but you weren’t sure how, not knowing if she would want it brought up in case the answer was yes. “Wait! Were you? I didn’t, um.. Did I…”

“Did you, what?” Wanda cautiously asks, noting how hesitant you are to ask whatever it is you were trying to figure out. You clear your throat. “Was I your first?”

You don’t know what you hoped the answer to be. Yes? Being someone’s first can be a big deal and if you were hers, Wanda’s first time, you’d have to move to a mansion for the size of your ego. But another thought arises. Did you live up to her expectations? Her body language seemed to say yes, but maybe she’s just really good at lying. Did you actually disappoint? Wanda disrupts your thoughts by laughing… loudly. 

“Well, damn. A simple ‘no’ would’ve been sufficient,” you pout. Internally, you are a little relieved to not have been the first. When she leaves here, you’ll probably be brought up at an odd time or another in conversation. Three of the small group of Avengers will probably remember you as Wanda’s fling, but you wouldn’t be able to stand being seen as that goof that deflowered the second youngest member of the team. 

“Do not take this the wrong way, Y/N, but I’m glad you were not my first,” she says. Obviously, your response is “Ouch. I don’t know how there is any other way to take that.” She continues, “Because I got to enjoy myself with you. The first time for me was not fun. I didn’t even really like him, but I was tired of everyone comparing me to Pietro, who is as you say more of a ‘free spirit’, and I guess I wanted to prove I could be too.”

With one hand you run your fingers through her hair and with the other you rub her arm in comfort. “Well then in that case, I’m glad I wasn’t your first as well. Also, I enjoyed it too.” She giggles, making you smile in return. “Just sayin’.”

“What about you?” she asks. 

“My first time?” She nods. You hesitate to get into it and she gives you an out. “You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s only fair. My first was actually Skye,” you say. Wanda looks surprised. “I know. A lot of firsts with that one.”

“How did you meet?” Wanda keeps the conversation flowing after a heavy pause.

You chuckle remembering how it happened. “It all started with what Laura coined the great animal rescue,” you start. You tell her the beginning, the middle, and the end of your first and really only relationship. 

“Was she the girl in the picture you showed Peter?” Wanda knows the answer. Why does she do this to herself? Maybe to try to get it through her head that there is someone out there that knows you the way she does and maybe better. Of course, a straight yes or no is too much to ask from you. “Daisy Ridley? I wish! Could you imagine? Rey Skywalker?”

“Maybe Sam has a right to tease you. You are a nerd.” You scoff, “Excuse me. Anyone would be lucky to date ‘only the prettiest woman alive!’” you repeat Peter’s voice, trying to make his voice. Wanda laughs at your impersonation of the young hero.

You remove Wanda’s arm and get off the couch. She frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Getting us a blanket and pillows. It’s way late and although I can talk with you until the sun rises, I need to get some sleep before Nat kicks my ass tomorrow. I’ll be right back,” you say with a smile before turning to grab said items.

You come back, hand Wanda a big pillow you decide you would both use, and stretch the blanket out over her before getting under it and back to the way you were before. 

“Are you comfortable? Do you want the other pillow?” you ask her, which she really appreciates. Once she tells you she’s all good, you kiss her head and wish her sweet dreams.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Wanda replies.

She can’t understand how Skye held so much of you and let you go. Holding you and talking through the night with you, she knows it’s going to hurt when she will have to do the same in a few days. She holds you tighter and closes her eyes, hoping to dream of you tonight.

“Does Vision come with WiFi?”

“Y/N, go to sleep,” Wanda mutters, though she tries not to laugh.

“Sorry, just wondering. Goodnight, Wanda.”

Did Vision have wifi? He doesn’t work like a router, does he? Could she have had a personal hotspot the entire time she was dating him? Wanda needs answers.

“I bet you’re thinking about it now too, huh?” 

“Y/N.”

“Sorry, sleeping now.”

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[hangovercurse]

The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About

Pete invites you to meet his friends from The Dirt and makes you promise not to flirt with any of them, which is a lot easier said than done, especially when Colson Baker acts like that.

Request: “Hey so I love all your writing and I just thought you should know that! But also I’d your requests are on still would you mind writing a youre Pete’s little sister but kells got a crush xx”

Colson x reader

Warnings: Drug use, Cursing

A/N: I know, Dom (Yungblud) wrote the song, but also I am the writer and I say that Y/N wrote it :) Anyways, enjoy. This is only part 1 of what is probably going to be a fun, cute lil series. Also thank you to the anon who sent this! You made my day(s)

Word Count: 2411

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New York was lonely without your brother. He had been filming in New Orleans for the past three months, leaving you alone. You had some friends, but Pete was your best friend. You were only eight months younger than him and practically attached at the hip. You supposed going through trauma together would do that to people.

He facetimed you all the time from set, updating you on things in his life, showing you cool stuff from the set, and introducing you to his castmates. You had kept him updated on your music, playing him demos of songs you were writing and getting his opinion on them.

Him being away wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it definitely sucked for you. So, when Pete texted you that he was having a few friends from the movie over the night he got back, you were ecstatic.

Before you left your apartment to walk to his, he texted you.

You’re not allowed to flirt with any of my friends

You rolled your eyes as you locked your door, preparing a response.

I’ll try my best

Your phone buzzed seconds later.

I’m serious. I don’t trust any of them with you.

And I don’t need that kind of awkwardness in my life

Like if you date one of my friends and it goes badly

I don’t wanna deal with that shit

You chuckled at his chain of texts.

Don’t flirt with your friends because they’re dicks, got it

Don’t worry bro, I know the sibling code

 You came to find out that that was a lot easier said than done. When you walked into his place, everyone in the room turned to look at you. You recognized most of them from your facetimes with Pete, but you doubted they remembered who you were. One who did remember you was Colson, Pete’s new best friend. He made eye contact with you from across the room, a sly grin on his lips. You sent him a small smile, Pete’s text running through your head briefly.

You found your brother lounging on the couch, a huge grin on his face. He was definitely tripping on mushrooms. “Y/N!” He yelled. “This is my baby sister, everyone.”

You rolled your eyes, walking further into the room, grabbing a drink from the cooler, and taking an empty seat on the opposite couch. “I’m less than a year younger than you, Pete.”

You heard a snicker from the one of the guys, looking over to see Colson covering up the smile on his face. “But you’re still younger than me so it counts.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations, which you were thankful for. “Y/N, you remember Colson, right?” Pete motioned to the blond guy.

“Yeah.” You nodded, looking him up and down. His muscle tank exposed the sleeves of tattoos, which seemed to cover every inch of his skin. “Your hair was different, but yeah I remember you.” You opened the beer on the coffee table, taking a swig.

“You’re the musician, right?” He asked you, leaning back onto the couch.

You nodded, “Aspiring musician but, yeah.”

“Oh, she’s great. You should hear her sometime.” Pete butted in, grinning like an idiot at you.

You rolled your eyes but had a smile on your face. “I work primarily as a songwriter and editor right now, but I’m trying to work on putting out some of my own stuff.”

You felt a little intimidated talking to Machine Gun Kelly about music, seeing as he was one of the best in the industry, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in your work. “Well, if you ever want some help or someone to listen to it, I’d be willing.” He flashed a smile, his bright blue eyes sparkling.

“Thanks, that’s really cool of you.” You bit your lip slightly, trying to hide the fact that you were totally breaking Pete’s rule.

Pete sent a glare your way to which you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t really flirting; you were just… making connections. “Anyways,” he cleared his throat, “I’ve been working on this sketch idea, Y/N, and I need your opinion.”

You nodded, letting him talk. “So, I was thinking like, there’s this guy with posters all over his wall. Like life size posters of a bunch of different people. And he falls asleep while doing homework and he dreams about them coming to life. And it plays out like one of those really bad commercials that encourage kids to stay in school and shit. Like the posters are telling him to study for his test, but then there’s this one poster that’s like, very sexy. And she’s just like, talking about hot dogs and everyone else gets really sick of it and one of the other posters tries to like, tear down her poster or something.”

Throughout his description, you got more and more confused. “Pete, that’s not funny that’s just fuckin weird.” His mouth hung open in shock. “Dude, seriously? The big punchline is the playboy poster girl talking about hot dogs until the other poster people get tired of it?”

“Yes.” Pete said, as if it were obvious. “That’s hilarious.” You glanced at Colson with a questioning look on your face. He seemed as unsure of the joke as you were.

“Pete, man, that’s not your best work.” Colson clapped him on the shoulder and you giggled at Pete’s disappointed expression.

“You guys are mean.” He pouted and you two laughed. “Ok, well, how would you make it funny?”

“I don’t know if you can, bro.” Colson’s laugh was contagious. When he laughed his whole body shook, his feet stomping and everything.

“What are the other posters?” You asked, trying to be supportive but knowing this wouldn’t turn out very good.

“Well, I was thinking maybe one is like a video game character. Like that lady from Wreck-It-Ralph. The mean one. And then like a snowboarder who is definitely high, and someone else, I dunno.” He shrugged, taking a hit from the joint in his hand and passing it to you.

“Okay…” You trailed off, looking at Colson for support. You brought the blunt to your lips, inhaling the smoke and bringing it down, letting the smoke leave your mouth slowly. You passed the joint to Colson, who gladly took it, a smirk on his face.

Pete looked between you two at the small interaction, a frown. “So, the posters,” he brought your attention away from the man again, “they’re all really serious about teaching this dude math. But the hotdog girl just keeps talking about hot dogs in like this really high-pitched voice.”

You watched the smoke fall from Colson’s lips, not fully paying attention to your brother.

“Yeah man, I think that sounds funny.” Colson told Pete, his eyes lingering on you for a little longer than they should have. “It could use some work but if anyone can make it funny, it’s you.” Colson punched your brother on the shoulder, but the look he sent you said the exact opposite.

You held in your giggle, taking another sip of your beer.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern, you and Colson flirting and Pete trying to get in between you two. At one point, after a few more hits of weed and a couple more drinks, Colson brought out a guitar, insisting you play something for him. Where he got the guitar from, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask questions. Instead, you rolled your eyes, insisting that “if I have to play something, so do you.”

Everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to care about the noise, or too drunk. You started strumming, trying to remember the chords to a song you had started writing a few days ago. “There’s no lyrics yet, just a melody I came up with.” You blushed, feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

“Guess I’ll just free style to it then.” He chuckled as you started to strum, your fingers working the strings like they had your whole life.

The blond man closed his eyes, head nodding as you played and thinking of what to rap.

“Watch me, take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night. Catch me, I’m the one on the run away from the headlights.

No sleep, up all week wastin time with people I don’t like. I think, somethin’s fuckin wrong with me.

You smiled as he sang, watching his expressions change as he tried to think up the next line.

Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all

I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call

I be hearin silence on the other side for way to long, I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that somethin’s wrong.”

He opened his eyes, looking rather proud of himself. “I had some of those lyrics already, but I just changed ‘em a little. I really liked that.”

You nodded, “That was impressive.” You smiled, looking back down to the guitar when something hit you.

You began to play the same melody but pitched higher to fit your voice.

“Roll me up, and smoke me love

And we could fly into the night

You take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own

Take drugs, on gravestones, to figure it all out on your own.”

You looked up to Colson, watching his expression change, his eyes wide. Pete had a proud look on his face.

“Pete, you are a sucky hype man. You did her no justice.” Colson hit Pete on the arm.

“Whaddya mean, I told you she was great.”

Colson looked over to you, a stupid smile on his face. “Seriously, that was fucking amazing. Like, we gotta write that shit out some day.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the blush from reaching your cheeks. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” You were trying your best to keep your cool as Colson kept his gaze on you, but you were completely freaking out on the inside.

A little while later, almost everyone was gone except you, Pete, Colson, and Douglas Booth, who joined your conversation not long after your jam session. Pete let out a yawn, directing your attention to the time.

“Jesus, it’s already 4am?” You asked, a frown on your face.

“Why, you got somewhere to be, darling?” Douglas asked you, your face scrunching up from the nickname.

“I have a writing session at 11 am tomorrow. Or, today, I guess.”

Pete reached out to hit you in the head, playfully, which you dodged. “Go to bed, dummy.”

You shrugged, “I’m gonna be dead at it anyways, might as well keep the party going a little longer.”

Douglas rolled his eyes, patting your shoulder. “Be that as it may, I am ending this party and going home. Goodnight, guys. It was nice meeting you again, Y/N. Good to see you guys.” Douglas and the guys did that little hand slap and hug thing before he left.

“I love you both, but I will also be going to sleep. And you should too.” Pete stood up, stretching his arms out before giving Colson a fist bump and leaving to his bedroom.

Once your older brother left, Colson moved to the couch you were on, his arm falling over your shoulders. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And how can I help you Mr. Kelly?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m assuming Pete gave us both very similar talking to’s, given the glares you’ve been receiving all night.”

“You mean the “don’t flirt with my friends” talking to or the other one?” You tilted your head, a sly look on your face.

“That’s the one.” Colson laughed through his nose, an adorable smile on his face. You were both considerably high, but you still knew exactly what you were doing.

You moved closer to Colson’s body, “Well then I guess we’d better not do this.” You said quietly, leaning into him. “Or this,” You grabbed his jaw, inches from his face.

“Or this?” He whispered, connecting your lips. You smiled into the kiss, tasting the weed on his tongue. You adjusted your body so you were facing him, his arm that was once around your shoulder now wrapped around your waist.

His other hand grabbed your leg, pulling you up so you were straddling his lap, and your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips seemed to fit perfectly around yours, and you did all you could to keep yourself from moaning into the kiss as his hand began to travel up your leg.

Realization hit you like a brick wall, and you pulled away, your breathing heavy. “Sorry,” you muttered after a few seconds. You climbed off his lap, smoothing out your shirt. “We shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t have done that.” You smiled awkwardly down at him.

He nodded, the same realization hitting him. “Yeah, that’s not the best idea. Sorry I wasn’t really thinking.”

You shook your head, cheeks still very red. “No, no, no don’t apologize. It was fine, it’s all fine.”

He nodded, looking down awkwardly. “I should get going.” He stood up, landing a little too close to you.

“Why don’t you just sleep here? Pete won’t mind and it’s a lot easier than going home.” You bit your lip awkwardly, taking a few steps back.

Colson scratched the back of his neck. This was a very different demeanor than he had before, and you found it very cute. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’ll get you some blankets and pillows.” You moved towards the guest bedroom, a guilty smile on your face. You moved your hand to your lips, feeling where Colson’s lips had graced you minutes before.

You came back to find Colson laying on the couch, one hand behind his head. “We don’t have to tell Pete about that, right?”

You shook your head, a small smile still playing on your lips. You put the pillow behind his head, watching his eyes as he watched your lips. “Stop looking at me like that or I’ll do something else we can’t tell Pete about.” You said quietly, watching him grin. You pulled the blanket over him, leaning down to be level with his face.

“I kind of like the things we can’t tell Pete about.” Colson chuckled, leaning forward to connect your lips again.

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4 - Vampire

Completed, 26 chapters, “So, you’re the babysitter, huh ?” Rodrick Heffley x black fem reader

It was weird the dinner was actually going great, you thought the whole bathroom thing would make everyone wonder things. But Rodrick explained, he was just using your eyeliner. The food was good too. You have never had meatloaf, but it was better than what you imagined.

“So Rodrick, how old are you?” Your mom questions.

“Seventeen.” He answered with his mouth full.

“Oh really, so is y/n.”

“I bet you guys would be good friends.” Caleb said, smirking at you.

*What the hell are they doing*

“Maybe they have a lot in common, y/n likes to play the guitar, and she’s not that bad, honestly.” Said Joshua.

“Well, isn’t that something, Rodrick loves playing instruments. He and his friends do it together in the garage all the time.” Said Susan.

“They play a bit loud for my liking, but he’s good.” Frank added.

Your family went back and forth talking about how compatible you two were. All you and Rodrick could do was try to avoid eye contact with each other. When you did look at him, he was pointing to his nose trying to signal you.

“Something on your nose.” He mouthed.

You wiped your nose, hoping it was just makeup or something.

“Better?” You mouthed back.

“Much better.”

You needed to shift the tension off you and Rodrick.

*His brother has been oddly quiet, maybe everyone is speaking over him*

“So Greg you’re going into middle school this year right ?”

“Ya’ know y/n is right, our little Gregory is going into the big leagues. Middle school.”

Thankfully, everyone started to pay attention to him. For the first time all night, you and Rodrick could actually talk to each other. He came in close to whisper something to you.

“They’re a handful, aren’t they.”

“Yea, so is mine, feels like I’m on trial.”

You both laughed, then sat back. You weren’t sure why, but your head started to feel warm, and your nose started to itch. You pinched your nose to apply pressure and make the itch go away. You looked up and saw Rodrick staring at you with a worried look on his face.

He mouthed something to you, pointing at his face

You couldn’t tell what he was trying to say.

“Blood on your nose,” he mouthed again

“Black?”

*I hope he isn’t saying what I’m thinking*

Your head continued to hurt more. The itch increased, causing you to sneeze into your elbow. Rodrick leaned in close to you.

“y/n your nose is bleeding.”

You touched your nose, pulling back your fingers and seeing blood.

“OH THAT’S BLOOD!” You said in shook.

“VAMPIRE!” Manny screamed, causing your brothers to laugh.

“IT ALL MY FAULT, I’M SO SORRY!” Greg screamed next.

“Oh my god, what’s happening ?” Susan yelled.

“My nose is bleeding again.” you said

“Again?” Frank yelled.

“I have a first aid kit upstairs.” Rodrick exclaimed.

“Rodrick, if you don’t mind, can you please help y/n.” Your mom asked.

“I would love to help her.”

Rodrick walked you upstairs to his room, you sat on his bed waiting for him to find the first aid kit. His room was, well, interesting. It looked like the mind of a frat guy, piles of clothes on the floor, playboy posters on the walls and a traffic cone. Maybe he wasn’t as charming as you thought.

“Maybe we don’t need the first aid kit.”

“I found it.”

You sit your head up, hold your nose.

“Fun fact, doing this actually does not help nosebleeds.”

“Then why are you doing it?”

“Because I ahh.” You said before sneezing.

Your hand flew over your mouth in embarrassment.

*What the fuck is wrong with me*

“OH MY GOD, I AM SO SORRY.”

“It’s fine y/n, it’s not like it’s not your favorite shirt you just sneezed blood on. At least it’s not on my face.”

He took the shirt off, throwing it across the room. As he was cleaning your face, you noticed the instruments around his room.

“So y/n do you really play the guitar.”

“Yes, amongst other things.”

“Other things huh, like what.”

“Don’t make fun of me but the ukulele.”

He laughed, then stopped himself.

“Please tell me you weren’t one of those kids who did a riptide cover.”

“If I say yes, will it change the way you see me.” You asked sarcastically.

“No, never.”

“Yes, I did do a riptide cover.”

“LAMEEEE! God, y/n I was really hoping you weren’t a loser.”

“Shut up. How much longer is this gonna take? I don’t want someone to walk in on this.”

“That would be really fun to explain, can you pass me that shirt behind you?”

You grabbed the shirt and noticed it said löded diper. You remembered last night and realized where you knew him from.

*oh my god, Rodrick is the boy with the van*

“Rodrick y/n’s family is leaving.” Helen yelled.

“This was really fun, you should put a shirt on and thanks for the meal. It was great.” You said running downstairs.

How didn’t you put it together, maybe it was the eyeliner or the no shirt. You said goodnight to Helen and Frank, then walked to the car where your family was waiting.

“Goodnight vampire.” Rodrick said waving.

You waved nervously, then ducking in the car.

“This is gonna be so fun.” Rodrick whispered to himself while smirking.

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[julieandthe-stan-toms]

You Shook Me All Night Long Pt. 2 | Luke Patterson x OC

Request: Sort of. Some people wanted a pt. 2

Word Count: 4878 words

Summary: Charlotte finally gets what she wants.

Warnings: Straight smut people. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18+. you have been warned. unprotected sex, possibly horribly written smut (I tried), cursing

A/N: This is probably the worst smut you will ever read. I'm not kidding. I've never written smut before and had no clue where to start and where to end with it.

"Charlotte, hey, what's up," Willie greeted me with what seemed like a forced smile.

I sighed at the skater and looked up at him in annoyance as I walked across the dance floor to the backstage area. "I'm not in the mood, Willie."

"What's wrong," he asked me in concern, following me across the room.

"What's wrong is I just got blue-balled by your boyfriend’s friend," I snapped out, looking over my shoulder at him with a glare.

"Luke," Willie questioned me curiously.

"No, Reggie," I told him sarcastically before looking at him in disbelief. "Yes, Luke. Who else have I been eye-fucking all night."

Willie widened his eyes at my choice of words. "I see."

"I mean I get that he most likely had someplace to be, but at least let a girl know a little bit ahead of time so she doesn't throw herself at you and almost give you a hand job in her dad's club," I ranted to him as we walked backstage and up the stairs to the rest of the hotel.

"Woah, Charlotte," Willie gasped out in shock at my words.

I scoffed at him and looked back at him as I walked up to the elevator to go to the top floor. "Don't sound so surprised, Willie. You've heard me say worse."

"Yeah, in private. Not so publicly like this," Willie told me, looking over at the elevator attendant who started the elevator to my floor.

"Well in public I am normally around my father, who likes me to be the sweet, innocent, little flower he raised up until he died. But he's not around right now, now is he," I smirked up at Willie as I started removing my headband and the pins from my hair.

"Well we don't want him to know of your extracurricular activities now do we," Willie said sarcastically as the elevator stopped.

"No, we do not. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. And, honestly, Willie, you act like I'm a delinquent or something. I just like to have some fun with the occasional guy every now and then. And by every now and then I mean every month or two. Gotta do something to make this undead life with my father worthwhile," I shrugged at the skater, walking out of the elevator and turning to look at him.

"I'm not fun enough," Willie asked me playfully.

"You are. Just not in the way I prefer at the moment," I smirked at him before turning to walk to the door that leads to my personal suite. "Goodnight, William," I called over my shoulder one last time as I walked down the hallway.

I sighed in relief at finally getting my dress and bra off for the night and being able to finally get into some pajamas. I walked over to my vanity and removed my jewelry, rubbing my earlobes after I removed my heavy earrings. I walked over to my dress that was sitting on the floor in front of my closet and neatly folded it up and placed it on the couch in front of my bed. I then walked into the bathroom and grabbed a hair tie to tie my hair up really quickly. I then turned the faucet on and waited for the water to heat up so I could wash my makeup off my face. However, a knock on my door echoed through my room. I groaned in annoyance and turned my faucet off. I then reached up and ripped my hair out of the bun I put it in as I marched from my bathroom, through my bedroom, and into the living room of my suite. I walked up to the door and pulled it open, looking up at the ghost in front of me with a raised eyebrow.

"Ms. Covington, you have a visitor downstairs. I know at this time at night you usually don't like to be bothered, but they're insisting," he explained to me quickly.

I sighed before nodding. "Alright, fine. Show them up."

“Yes, ma’am,” He nodded at me before walking back down the hallway towards the elevator.

I sighed in annoyance before closing my door. "Who in their right mind is here at 2 in the morning," I ranted to myself.

I walked back to my bedroom and grabbed a cardigan to place over my pajamas before walking back into the living room. I sat on my couch and waited for another 10 minutes before another knock sounded at my door. I got up and walked over to it and pulled it open with an expectant look on my face, but it quickly changed to shock when I saw who was standing on the other side.

"Luke," I gasped out wide-eyed.

"Hey, beautiful," he smirked down at me.

"You just couldn't stay away, huh," I smirked back up at him, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the door jam.

Luke looked down at the ground and bit his lip before looking back up at me. "I was wondering if that offer to spend time alone together was still on the table."

I looked him up and down before nodding. "For you it always is."

Luke wasted no time in pulling me closer and pulling me into a heated kiss. It was messy, it was all teeth and tongues clashing together, but it was hot. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled at the hair at the back of his head, causing him to groan into my mouth. I let out a little laugh before kissing him again. I let my hand slide down from around his neck to the lapels of his denim jacket. I then gripped them into my hands and pulled him into my suite. Luke took one of his hands off my waist to reach behind him and slam the door shut before letting it return to its original spot.

"This is a, um, nice place you've got here," Luke breathed out against my lips in between kisses as I led him to my bedroom.

"I know for a fact you're not paying attention to my room right now," I smirked against his lips.

"What makes you say that," he breathed out.

"Because your little friend pressing into my leg says you're paying attention to more important things," I giggled out.

I pulled away from the kiss and pulled Luke the rest of the way into my room. I closed my double doors and locked them as Luke came up behind me and began attacking my neck with kisses and nips. I moaned in pleasure at the mixture of the love bites he was leaving and the feeling of his bulge pressed into my ass. Luke began grinding his crotch against my ass, wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me up as I held onto the handles of my doors for dear life.

"Luke, fuck," I moaned out, leaning my head back against his shoulder and to the side for him to have more access.

Luke groaned out and moved my cardigan and my tank top strap off my shoulder as he started kissing the newly exposed skin. I pushed my ass back into him, causing him to let out an even louder groan.

"I can tell this is gonna be an eventful night," Luke groaned out as we continued our synchronous movements against each other.

"Oh, you have no idea," I sighed out with a slight moan, turning in his grip and beginning to guide him over to my bed. "This night's just getting started."

I gripped Luke’s denim jacket in my hands once again and began pushing it off his shoulders. The ghost got the idea and quickly whipped it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. I laughed and began pulling my own cardigan off, letting it also drop to the floor. I began walking back towards my bed, pulling Luke with me, causing him to slightly trip over my cardigan on the floor. I giggled at him as he fell into me a bit before I pushed him against the side of my bed and he raised himself up onto the side of it before reaching out for me. He gripped my hips tightly in his hands and pulled me up onto his lap. I straddled his waist and pulled him into another kiss as I began grinding myself down on him once again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Luke breathed out against my lips.

“Good thing you're already dead,” I replied back to him before bringing our lips back together again.

Luke let his hands wander underneath my tank top before slipping them beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts. I moaned as he gripped my ass in his hands and felt his cold rings against the warm skin. Luke groaned and pulled out of our kiss, nibbling a little on my lip as he did so.

"No underwear," he breathed out to me in a questioning tone. I only smirked down at him in response, taking in his lust-filled eyes which widened a fraction at my actions. "God, you're so fucking hot."

I reached forward and gripped the bottom of his shirt in my hands. I slipped my hands underneath it and slowly ran my hands over his abs and up to his chest, pushing his shirt up with them. I then gripped it once again and pulled it off over his head. I looked down and ran my hands over his abs and up to his chest and down his arms.

“Right back at ya’, Rockstar,” I smirked at him.

Luke smiled up at me and went to lean in to kiss me again. I smiled back down at him and leaned in, letting our lips graze each other before placing my hands on his chest and pushing him down onto the mattress. Luke looked up at me wide-eyed as I leaned down and began leaving kisses along the span of his neck and down his chest. Luke groaned and bucked his hips up to meet mine again. I then began grinding myself down against him as I kissed down to his stomach. I looked up and made eye contact with him as I licked a trail up his abs, causing him to throw his head back with a groan. I kissed back down his abs to the top of his black jeans with his underwear peeking out of the top. I kissed along the top of his underwear and along his v-line before I pulled away. I reached down to remove his belt but paused at what I saw.

“A shoestring, really,” I sighed out in annoyance, looking at the knot tied in it.

Luke blushed up at me as he breathed heavily. “My belt would scratch against the back of my guitar and dig into my stomach while I was playing.”

I looked down at him in amusement before crawling up his body again and hovering above his face. “Well right now it’s an inconvenience,” I whispered to him, grazing a kiss against his lips before pulling away. I reached down and began trying to undo the knot holding his pants up. I sighed in annoyance at being unable to do so, causing me to look up at Luke who continued to look between my hands and my annoyed look in slight amusement. "This is starting to become a real turn-off." Luke threw his head back and laughed at me, causing me to huff and lean back down. "If your pants aren't off in the next 5 seconds you're going to have to handle your situation on your own," I whispered to him, gripping his bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a tug.

Luke's eyes widened at my words and he grabbed me by the waist and flipped us over. He was quick to stand from his place above me, causing me to lean up and look at him in amusement. I watched as he kicked his shoes from his feet, sending them in different directions in my room, while simultaneously trying to undo the knot in the shoestring holding up his pants. I threw my head back in amusement and smiled at him before moving to sit on my knees on the side of the bed. I watched him struggle before I heard him mutter a "fuck it" to himself and start to try to shove his jeans down his legs. I watched him struggle for a few more seconds before he was finally successful. He let out a noise of victory before kicking off his jeans and sending them flying across the room to a random place, much like his shoes.

Luke immediately stepped back towards me, looking up at me in my spot where I still knelt on the bed. I smiled down at him and brought my hand up to the side of his face, caressing his cheek with my thumb. Luke brought his hand up to rub up and down my arm before gripping my hand in his own. He brought his lips down to place a soft kiss on my palm before placing both hands on my waist. He gripped my tank top in his hands and pushed it up to my torso. He paused about halfway up and grabbed my waist in his hands.

I shivered at the feeling of his rings pressing lightly into my skin. Luke looked hesitant to lift my tank top up the rest of the way, and I bit my lip at the anticipation of what he could do next. I moved both of my hands to where his own was resting on my waist. I softly gripped his wrists and guided them to move farther up my waist, showing him that it was okay for him to continue. I let my hands run from his wrists, up to his arms, and around the back of his neck. I wrapped both my hands around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I rested my forehead against his own and the two of us continued breathing heavily before Luke leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. He pulled away and kept our foreheads pressed together as he slowly began to push my tank top the rest of the way up my body. He pulled away from me to pull my tank top over my head. He dropped it to the floor next to the bed and reached up to move my hair out of my face and tucked it softly behind my ears. He continued to look into my eyes as he placed his hands on my waist once again.

“You know you can look,” I whispered to him softly, running my right hand through his hair.

“Why would I look down when I have the most beautiful girl looking at me right now,” He whispered back to me.

I shook my head and laughed at him before moving my hand from his hair and placing it on his face, shoving it away from me. Luke laughed as well and turned back to look at me. He smiled up at me before moving up to place another kiss on my lips. One kiss turned into two. Two turned into three, then four, then five before he pulled away again and looked down at my bare chest. He let his right hand graze up my waist, causing me to shiver again. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes and let a smirk grace his face at my reaction to his touch. He stopped just underneath my breast and let his thumb graze underneath. I groaned at the soft touch and leaned forward to place my forehead against his again and wrapped my arms around his neck again.

“Fuck, Luke. Just touch me, please” I begged him, placing a peck on his lips.

Luke seemed like he was having an internal battle with himself. He moved his forehead from mine and placed it against my bare chest. I could feel his breathing against my breasts, causing me to let out another whimper. I trailed my right hand up into his hair and let it rest there. The only sound between us was our heavy breathing. Luke finally placed a peck on the top of one of my breasts and then the other before speaking again.

“Remember what I said earlier,” He whispered to me.

“You’ll have to remind me. There were a number of things you said earlier,” I breathed out to him.

“I said that I could handle any situation that has to do with you,” He reminded me. I held back a laugh at his reminder and waited for him to continue talking. “Turns out, you were right. I can’t handle any situation with you. Because I didn’t take into consideration how beautiful you could be without clothes too.”

“There’s no greater turn-on than a girl being told she’s right,” I joke with him, leaning down to place a kiss against his bare shoulder.

Luke chuckled against my chest before lifting his head up to look me in the eyes. “I wasn’t lying earlier either where I said if we start something I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop. In fact, I don’t want you to waste any more time. I want you to throw me down on this bed and absolutely rock my world like the Rockstar you are.”

Luke widened his eyes at my words before grabbing my face and pulling me into a heated kiss much like the ones from before. I moaned into his mouth and reached forward to grip the waistband of his underwear. I slipped a finger underneath and pulled it before releasing it, causing it to snap against Luke’s waist. Luke moaned at my action and began climbing back up onto my bed. I shuffled backward on my knees to make room for him, never breaking the kiss as I did so. Luke placed his hands on my waist after his climb and slipped them underneath my shorts again. He gripped my ass cheeks in his hands before beginning to slide my shorts down my legs. He brought them down to my knees before placing his hands on my waist again. He then gripped them and threw me to his right onto my pillows. I leaned back into my pillows and got more comfortable as he started climbing over me quickly. He paused in his movements and pulled my shorts the rest of the way off, tossing them somewhere behind him.

“Shit. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” Luke groaned out, taking in my fully naked body.

“Imagine how much hotter I’ll be when you finally start to rail me,” I moaned out at him.

Luke moaned at the thought and leaned over me, placing his lip back on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to where our chests were now touching. I moaned at the feeling of his necklace hanging down and rubbing along my cold chest as Luke moved from my lips down to the side of my neck. One of Luke’s hands moved from my waist and started making a trek up to my breast. He wasted no time gripping my breast gently in his hand and beginning to massage the mound in his hand. I moaned and trailed one of my hands up into his hair, gripping it tightly and giving it a tug. Luke held himself up with one hand as he started kissing from my neck down to my chest. He let his tongue trail over my chest until his mouth reached my right breast and let his tongue trail over my nipple briefly. I moaned at the feeling and closed my eyes as his mouth then wrapped around my right nipple. I could feel his teeth nipping and grazing the sensitive bud as he kneaded the other one before he switched between the two of them and repeated his actions again. I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his waist and took his distraction as a perfect opportunity to take control. I rolled the two of us over and looked down at Luke with a smirk.

“Hope you don’t mind if I take control again,” I breathed out, flipping my hair over one shoulder and then leaning down to kiss him again.

I started grinding my naked core against his still clothed dick and moaned at the feeling of his underwear rubbing against me. Luke reached up and gripped my hips, guiding me against him and setting a rhythm. I continued rolling my hips against his, him groaning, mixing with me letting out whimpers of pleasure and feeling his erection grow harder beneath me.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed out against Luke’s lips.

Luke reached down and began rubbing from my clit to my entrance with his fingers, causing me to pause in my movements against him and place my head in the crook of his neck.

“Holy shit. You're so wet,” Luke said breathlessly, staring up at the ceiling as he continued his ministrations on my sensitive bud.

“Luke, I don't want to waste any more time with foreplay. Just pin me down to this bed and fuck me. I don't need time to adjust. I can take it,” I whimpered out to him, lifting my head from his neck to look at him.

“A-are you sure? Because I can make it quick,” Luke stuttered out quickly, letting one of his fingers slip into my soaking entrance.

I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut at the feeling before reaching down and gripping his wrist in my hand. I opened my eyes and looked Luke directly in his before withdrawing his finger from my aching cunt. I slowly brought his hand up to my mouth and delicately guided his finger in. I sucked myself from his finger and watched as Luke’s mouth dropped open as he watched me withdraw his finger from my mouth. I then gripped both of his hands in mine and pinned them down on the bed before leaning down closer to Luke. Our lips grazed each other and Luke leaned up to try to connect them, causing me to pull away quickly before leaning back down close to him. I gripped his bottom lip between my teeth and gave it a tug before releasing it.

“I am absolutely fucking positive that I want you to fuck me right now,” I whispered to him.

Luke gripped my hips in his hands and flipped us over once again. I stared up at him as he hovered over me before I gripped his necklace in my hand and pulled him down towards me. Luke connected our lips together softly and I reached down between us and gripped his hard member in my hand. I gave him a few pumps, causing Luke to pull away from our kiss and scrunch his face up in pleasure.

“I don’t have any condoms,” Luke groaned out.

I started laughing at him, causing him to look down at me in confusion. “We’re ghosts, Luke. We don’t need condoms. You think it’s possible to have a little ghost baby?”

Luke blushed when he realized what he said. “Give me a break. I’ve been dead for 25 years but thought it was still 1995 when I came back.”

I rolled my eyes at him before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into another kiss. “It’s fine. Now rail me.”

Luke nodded and rested his forehead on mine before reaching down to line his member up with my entrance. Luke placed his lips back on mine as he slid himself inside of me, bottoming out in the single thrust. I released a moan into his mouth while Luke groaned and released a string of curse words. I felt a stinging pain for a few seconds before I began squeezing myself against his member.

“Shit, Charlotte,” Luke groaned when I did so.

“Your good to move. As I said, I don’t need time to adjust,” I whispered out to him breathlessly.

Luke nodded and pulled out before starting a slow, steady pace. I moaned at the feeling of him inside of me, completely filling me with ease.

“Is this alright,” Luke questioned me through a groan.

“Yes, Luke. Fuck. Yes. Keep going,” I moaned out to him, sliding my hands up into his hair, only causing him to pick up his pace.

I arched my back up into him at the sudden change in pace and squeezed myself against him once more. Luke groaned once again and I felt him twitch slightly inside of me due to my squeezing walls. Our chests rubbed against each other, causing me to moan at the feeling of Luke’s cold chain rubbing against me and my nipples rubbing against his chest every time he thrust.

“Fuck, Charlotte. Keep doing that,” Luke groaned out to me as he continued his thrusts.

“What,” I whimpered out to him.

“The squeezing. Keep fucking doing that. I’ve never had a girl do that before,” Luke moaned out to me.

“I will if you find a way to go deeper,” I moaned out to him.

Luke nodded, moving to change our position. Luke softly gripped one of my ankles in his hands and brought my leg up to rest over his shoulder. I cried out at the angle the new position provided, feeling Luke go deeper inside of me. Luke leaned down to place another kiss on my lips and I could feel him smirking through it. Luke increased his pace a little more once again and a sudden burst of new pleasure shoots through me when Luke suddenly places his finger against my clit and begins rubbing it in calculating motions.

“Luke, I still need more,” I whimpered out to him.

Luke leaned back up away from me, continuing his thrusts. I let out a scream at the intense pleasure I felt when Luke finally started hitting my g spot.

“Oh, fuck, Luke. Right there. Keep going. Don’t stop,” I screamed out to him.

I looked up at Luke to see him nodding at me, his face scrunched up from the pleasure being generated between the two of us. Luke's measured thrusts hitting my spot caused the pleasure to come over me faster, a knot beginning to build in my abdomen.

“Luke, I’m close,” I breathed out to him.

Luke groaned and sped up his ministrations on my clit and the speed of his hips. My breathing quickened at the intense pleasure between us, constant moans leaving my lips every time I breath out. Eventually, I finally reach the edge and fall over it, the intense pleasure I was already feeling multiplying by what felt like 1 million. I squeeze my eyes shut and my lips part as I release a moan and I feel the knot that was building inside of me snap. My muscles convulse and my walls begin fluttering around Luke. Luke performs a few more thrusts before he comes to a stop and releases himself inside of me. I moan at the feeling of him coating my insides, and more moans release from me as Luke thrusts a few more times to help the two of us through our highs. When we have both finished, Luke releases my leg from his shoulder and lets it drop to the bed before pulling out and letting himself drop to the bed next to me from exhaustion.

“Holy shit,” Luke breaths out, panting and staring up at the ceiling in euphoria.

“I think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” I panted out to him, causing him to release a laugh at my words.

He rolled onto his side and looked down at me with a smile on his face. I pushed his now sweaty hair off his forehead before leaning up to place another kiss on his lips.

“I’m gonna go get a washcloth to clean you up,” Luke whispered to me.

I nodded up at him with a blissed-out smile before moving to pull my covers out from my bed and get underneath them. Luke returned from my bathroom a few seconds later and pulled the sheets back before running the warm washcloth across my sensitive entrance. Once he was done he rolled the washcloth up and dropped it onto the floor next to my cardigan. He then reached down and gathered his underwear and his t-shirt. He pulled his underwear back on before offering me his t-shirt. I smiled at him in thanks and accepted it before pulling it on over my head. I then grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the bed next to me. Luke laid down in my bed and I shuffled closer to him, throwing my leg over his waist and cuddling into his side. Luke wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close and placed a kiss on my head before the two of us fell asleep together, looking forward to waking up next to each other in the morning.

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[1plus1kiyoomi]

Love Story

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

: fluff, just fluff, time-skip

“Come on, (y/n)! Why are you so slow?” Oikawa whines, already standing at your shared apartment’s entryway. “Taylor Swift won’t wait for us. Move faster!”

It was your birthday a few days ago and Oikawa gifted you with VIP tickets to Taylor Swift’s concert because he knows how much of a big fan you are of her and her music. He’s lowkey a fan too. So here you are now, still at your place, an hour away from the expected starting time of the concert. At this point, you’re not sure whether Oikawa bought the tickets for you or for himself. He could be a bigger Swiftie than you are.

“Calm down, Swiftie. Taylor won’t care if you’re late.” You roll your eyes at him before putting on the shoes that completed your outfit. He stretches his hand out to you, asking you to hold his hand. You teasingly shake your head no and he pouts, leaving your apartment first.

You follow behind him laughing. After catching up to him, you wrap your arms around his torso and forced yourself between his armpits. “You smell good.”

“No. Stay away from me. You don’t want to hold me.” Oikawa looks away from you, dragging your body along with him to the elevator. You start sniffing his underarm and he laughs, giving in to your hold. He takes your hand and intertwines it with his. “Reject my hand again and you’ll never get to hold me ever.”

“You’ll be the one suffering if that happens,” you tell in a matter-of-fact tone and it’s his turn to roll his eyes. The elevator door opens at the parking lot and Oikawa suddenly runs, leaving you to stand there confused. “Is he that excited to see Taylor Swift?”

You walk painfully slow, wanting to make fun of him. But to your dismay, he doesn’t give a reaction to your unhurried manner. Entering the car, you notice how much more fidgety he has become. But you don’t pay much attention to it and register it as his excitement for the concert.

The car ride is unusually quiet. Oikawa isn’t singing along to the song, or even paying attention to the road. He’s staring at blank space and this almost leads you to an accident. “Tooru, red light!” He steps on the brake suddenly, almost throwing you off of your seat.

“Sorry, angel. I’m thinking about the concert already.” He fakes a chuckle and clasps your hand with his. You glare at him. “I’m sorry.” Oikawa takes the back of your hand on his lips, giving it small gentle kisses multiple of times.

“Ew, your saliva,” you joke and he lets go of your hand almost immediately. You smile, forcing your hand in his.

It has always been like this. Your relationship has always been the one with playful banters and endless teasing. People would often mistake you as best friends because of that. If it weren’t for his strong desire to hold you every moment, no one would have known about your relationship. But nothing’s wrong with being best friends, too. The two of you actually prefer it that way.

Noticing how cold his hand is, you set the air conditioning of the car to lowest level. His head whips at you in concern. “Do you feel cold, angel?”

“No. But I think you are. Your hand is cold,” you point out and he becomes silent again. Not long after, you arrive at Tokyo Dome. The place is packed, but thanks to Oikawa’s professional athlete status, which is already equal to a celebrity’s, you avoid the crowd and enter the dome efficiently.

The concert starts exactly when you arrive and you hear Oikawa mumbling behind you about how you could have been actually late if you moved any slower. You stick your tongue at him before focusing back on the stage.

You’re singing along to the songs and screaming on top of your lungs, but your boyfriend is too quiet. Too quiet for someone who has been reminding you about the concert ever since your birthday. Too silent for someone who flew to Japan just to go to this concert. Right then, you finally connect the dots.

“Are you feeling sick? Do you want to go home?” You say close to his ear so he can hear you through the crowd. Cold hands but feeling hot? Restless but silent? Definitely ill.

“I’m alright,” he whispers back at you, smiling at your reassuringly. Nodding, you turn around to focus on the artist on the stage.

A familiar guitar play starts and you shout excitedly, facing your boyfriend. “It’s our favorite song!”

We were both young when I first saw you...

“I close my eyes and the flashback starts, I’m standing there,” you sing along passionately. Oikawa’s hand land on your hips and sways alongs with your hips.

“It’s a love story-”

“Baby just say yes!” Oikawa sings loudly and from his chest. You chuckle before singing again. The hands on your hips start to tremble but you’re too focused on the song you don’t notice. Oikawa’s throat is dry and it’s definitely not from singing.

While you sing along in excitement, Oikawa becomes more nervous as the song progresses. He shouldn’t mess this up. He has been planning these for months now. He practiced this way more than enough. One wrong move and his plan will surely fail.

We keep quiet cause we’re dead if they knew so close your eyes...

Oikawa looks at his left and sees his friends a few seats away from the two of you, giving him thumbs up and mouthing, ‘you can do it’ and ‘go for it’. He checks at you to see if you’ve noticed them, which you haven’t so you sigh in relief.

He stares at your enjoying figure, and gets a peek of your lovely smile and glimmering eyes. The way the lights hit you so perfectly makes his heart beat faster. That’s enough to reassure him that it’ll end well no matter how his plan goes.

I got tired of waiting. Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around. My faith in you was fading. When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said...

This is it. He has to do it now.

You on the other hand is still singing alone, unaware of your boyfriend’s wariness. “Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come...”

Out of nowhere, he’s in front of you. Oh you surely can see him, but you’re not sure if you’re seeing him correctly. The one and only Oikawa Tooru is kneeling on one knee before you, a velvet box in hand, but you don’t even notice that because your eyes are glued on the shiny diamond ring.

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said...

“Marry me, (Y/N).”

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I LOVE No Straight Roads

Honestly it’s hard to keep me away from a game with great visuals and even greater character design. I knew from the INSTANT I saw these characters that I was going to love it. I just finished it because it’s (unfortunately) pretty short, and even though I cheesed the final boss through it’s very lenient death mechanics (Instant respawn at the cost of a good rank) I actually appreciated that it wasn’t a pure cake walk. I’ve yet to rematch all of the bosses, but since I had genuine trouble with the later ones I’ll hold off on that.

But who cares about gameplay, am I right? I sure as hell don’t. I would’ve bought the game no matter what the hell it was. I wanted the characters (and the music, although I realized that second) and that was it. 

First of all, I love any world that is super fantastical but cheesy in its concept, ala a city powered by music, and battles between artists using music. Ideas like this only spawn from a mind that wants to create a fun atmosphere, if nothing else, and it was sure as hell fun. I genuinely love when someone goes so far into a crazy idea and doesn’t waste your time explaining it with real world logic. Wanna know how a city can be powered by music? Shut up and look at the cute virtual mermaid. Lord knows I did. Every once in a while, it does you good to just let the player/reader/viewer just revel in the idea without having to go out of your way to make things seem realistic. It’s not about “turning your brain off” or whatever, it’s picking your battles.

Also, I can seriously love a world with great background characters to it. Any game with the right situation to insert the random nobodies you find onto the streets into the art in the credits really played into the greatness of the world’s less important characters, and that’s always a good thing. It’s technically world building. But, since I always love to pick favorites, I’d have to say my favorite background character is easily Mia, the NSR infodesk assistant. It’s funny, because you can literally search “nsr characters” into Google and she’s the third image result. I love how jumpy she is when you first interact with her, since NSR probably spread the word about B2J suggesting they’re rock thugs who’d beat up anyone, so for all she knows she could die right then and there with a guitar lodged in her skull. She’s probably just some intern trying to pay for college. She don’t want trouble.

Also, I just realized that 90% of the characters in this game have the same body structure that I always love, that being having arms/legs that sort of fan out in width into relatively large hands/feet. It’s a kind of limb structure I fall into so much because it just really hits me right for some reason. I really can’t explain why.

Anyways, I gotta talk about the big boys individually:

Mayday and Zuke are an amazing duo. I’m always a sucker for a cute and crazy girl, but honestly Zuke hit so many of the right notes too. I will say it’s weird to pair the martian Zuke with the humanly-skinned Mayday, but honestly it doesn’t even matter because he looks so cool on his own. I love his weird blocky blue dreadlocks, and his weirdly shaped shirt which bares his chest in the weirdest way... And, oh my god, Mayday’s weird Spongebob background flower eyes? It’s little tidbits like that that really make me jealous. How could I have ever thought of that? It looks so perfect, and I don’t know why. And her little booty jig she does in her idle animation? Adorable. I played as her as much as was reasonable not only because I’m a filthy button masher with little strategy but also because she’s so damn cute. I can also appreciate how she has a tough-as-nails persona while still keeping a semi-girly attitude, like with her falling for 1010 and Sayu. Characters are so much better when they’re a perfect blend of characteristics, instead of being all one-note, like how Zuke is the quiet one but gets heated against DK West, and all. 

Honestly the voice acting for every character is great, but I love when Mayday’s VA’s accent shows through. It’s a perfect twang to accent (consider this the only acknowledgement of a pun in this post) her snarkiness. 

DJ Subatomic Supernova was going to be an easy favorite since he’s all space-themed. Also, I don’t know why I always end up liking the egotistic characters. Not in the sense that I like their egotistic-ness, but in the sense that I like everything else about them and they just so happen to also be egotistic. The same applied with Empoleon (maybe like my 2nd favorite Pokemon) and Rarity from MLP, probably among others. Either way, I’ll never not love space themes. Not to mention he’s got a funky disco theme, and I’m slowly starting to realize that I am in extreme love with techno-funk styles of music. The instant I heard his music he cemented his place into my playlists. 

As for design, I still have no idea what the fuck he is. Clearly AI is at human levels in this world, but if he’s a robot why does he still have hairy legs? But, if he’s a human, is that weird orb his head? Is it just some sort of puppet which he controls from inside his giant jacket? I know I dissed explaining things realistically but I actually want to know with this guy. Even the wiki doesn’t say. Either way, he’s clearly the logical extreme of “being at the center of your own universe.” Even his jacket depicts a solar system, with his hood being the sun. Didn’t see that until I tried to draw him. I really wish this guy wasn’t so tied to his DJ stand so I could reasonably draw him without it. I don’t want to draw his hairy ass legs. It is a great touch for his design though (although I prefer his beta look with pants and long boots, another design trait I tend to gravitate to) since DJs could reasonably not wear pants, since they’re always behind a table.

Sayu is my favorite. It’s so plainly obvious. It’s weird to say that sometimes, because some characters like Sayu are so clearly engineered to be as adorable as possible, to the point where they’re basically a parody of whatever they’re supposed to be emulating, but then they do that so well that they are still likable for what they’re trying to parody. Also, even though I’ve never looked into any vocaloid superstars myself, the fact that they exist and are loved in real life is absolutely perfect to be used as a character design in a world like this. It’s so weird conceptually, but we all know it’s normal and realistic. But yeah, she’s a giga-cutie whom I’ve already drawn and I’ve listened to her theme on loop on many different occasions. Favorite character, favorite track, favorite weapon of choice (What did I say about Empoleon?), which, and I wouldn’t have noticed this myself, looks like the USB symbol you see above USB ports on computers. How crazy perfect is that?

Even apart from my unbridled love for cute monster robot(?) girls, her boss fight is probably the 2nd greatest of them all, at least conceptually. She’s just a hologram, so you can’t touch her, but you CAN disconnect the artists which control her in order to defeat her. It’s the kind of concept for a boss fight that could only work for this type of character. I’m a sucker for the cute girl that provides her voice, but I love how the animator (video editor? the yellow one) actually attacks you with a mouse and lowers the brightness of the setting once he appears. Also, the mocap guy being the deeply-voiced type but still providing the adorable movements of her body. It’s such a great combo of characters, and their little extra art in the credits makes me like them even more. I just wish we could interact with them individually.

DK West was probably one of the most interesting characters visually, especially since I knew of every other NSR member long before the game came out, but I only just heard of him closer to the release. I wasn’t sure where he was placed, but I definitely assumed his gig was the weird shadow demon we saw in the trailers. When I finally saw him in game, I was shocked to hear him speak an entirely different language most of the time, which was really cool. Also, finding out he was tied to Zuke and wasn’t strictly an NSR artist really made him more interesting. You know, if his fucking shadow clone magic didn’t make him crazy cool enough. Even though I suck at his game and am not especially fond of his raps, the visual of him rapping with this giant monster behind him and dozens of weird shadow wingmen by his side hyping him up was probably one of the coolest in the entire game. The dark way they were hyping him up too gave such a bizarre atmosphere, especially since it parallels his seemingly chill and smiley demeanor. 

I definitely hope they’ll introduce new bosses as DLC in the future, and make them sort of in the same vein as DK West, where they aren’t the biggest artists ever, but they want to pick a fight with B2J. I’d kill for any extra content this game can provide.

Yinu is obviously special since she was the subject of the demo they put out for the game. Even though I knew all her bells and whistles, she and her mom still beat me a few times in the full game. Considering she’s semi-tied to story-ish spoilers I kinda want to go more into her in a separate section. It is worth considering playing the game first since it’s not hard (with the easy going deaths) and it’s short length.

1010 seriously grew on me as I learned more about them and interacted with them. I got their shtick when I first looked at them, but after seeing that animation of them touring the city on Youtube I was kinda falling for them. Then, I learned that they’re apparently repurposed navy war robots? I mean, maybe not them specifically, but it seems to heavily point in that direction, with the warship cars and “attention!”s and all. It took me a bit to get into their music too, but once I actually fought them and put their actions to the music I fell in love with it. I swear, Neon J’s weird dancing can has some of the smoothest moves in all of gaming. I don’t know whether they mocapped out those movements or got one of the greatest animators ever, but it looks so impossibly clean his part of the song gets me like 30x more hype than it would normally. 

Also, their little art piece of them looking at fan mail in the credits is probably one of the most adorable things ever. Even if they’re just Neon J’s puppets, that piece of art really makes it seem like they love every one of their fans. I’m not gonna lie, I might swoon a bit too if they picked me out and gave me some special attention.

Oh yeah, and the fact that Mayday was super sad in her showstopper against them was adorable and hilarious at the same time. The little tweaks they made to the showstopper for each fight were great.

Eve just has to be Lady Gaga, right? Like, an even crazier Lady Gaga. DJSS is Daft Punk (or any artist with a helmet persona, you know what I’m talking about), Sayu is Hatsune Miku, DK West is Kanye West, Yinu is a generic child protege, 1010 is a KPop boyband (just pick one) and Eve is Lady Gaga. That’s just how things are. But, again, this is the kind of boss fight that only this type of character could provide. It’s not just surreal imagery, it’s ARTISTIC surreal imagery. The fight is so mesmerizing in every way, especially by how it starts off so slow and calm and progresses to insanity, as well as the increased emotional investment in the fight making you feel so much more into it than just “That’s the boy band. Let’s fight.” Not only does it get you more invested, but it makes her artistic persona go deeper than just “she looks weird.” She is genuinely conflicted about her relationship with Zuke, and naturally that leads her to literally split him and Mayday apart. That mechanic specifically was the coolest, although I do wish they made it more obvious when you needed to switch over to a different side. I was getting pulverized by her fight too, since there were so many things to pay attention to. Her fight was definitely the best one. 

Tatiana and Spoilers:

Let’s be real with ourselves, the twist was so obvious. I do also think, though, that obvious twists aren’t bad if they’re just good reveals. At some point, a person just has experienced so many stories that “only pretty good” twists are easy to spot. It doesn’t mean that the twists are bad, it just means you yourself experienced.

I feel like her transition from rock to EDM was pretty understandable, even as a non-musician. She was so caught up in what she assumed was popular that it basically consumed her. It’s easy as an artist to want to forgo what you truly want to make in favor of what makes you popular, and clearly since her transition to EDM made her the CEO of the biggest company in the city (world?) that probably made her think she truly needed to change her outlook. Then, when she saw B2J try to bring it back, she sort of coined them as being as misguided as she was and knocked them down a peg. Plus, they were kinda being jerks about it.

It’s kinda like the Trolls sequel, where everyone pegs rock music fanatics as being too stuck up in their own heads to appreciate other types of music, which honestly seems more like the case than the alternative. When I first heard of the story of the game, I was seriously hoping they did put an asterisk on B2J’s ambitions because they were a bit sketchy from the start. 

That’s kinda where I want to talk about Yinu, because she was the true turning point in what they were doing. She’s literally 9 and yet she’s getting dragged into all this BS. When she said “I hate you all” at the end of her fight, and played a somber tune on her broken piano after the fight destroyed it, you kinda got a kick in the face to realize you’re kinda being an asshole to some of them. Sure, they fight back, but they wouldn’t fight in the first place if they didn’t have to. They are just people who play music under a joint name that B2J just so happened to get in hot water with. 

Then, of course, there’s Kliff, who also reeked of surprise villain, and who’s basically the embodiment of the bad side of B2J, where he just wanted to destroy for his own sake and not for the actual greater good. Once B2J realized their mistake, they backed off, but Kliff was so hard pressed to do what he planned on in the first place he wouldn’t stop. I kinda wish he got a bigger fight to his own since he’s clearly a big enough tech genius to divert a whole satellite into one specific building. Maybe the Elliecopter chase bit was his thing, but I do kind of wish he was there to fight against them too.

Even though Tatiana did kind of reform a bit quick, It’s still not too crazy to assume she could see that B2J was just misguided and the fact that they worked to revert their wrongdoings for her sake would make a pretty strong impressions. They clearly can hold their own, so it’s not like she wouldn’t want them to join NSR too. 

Oh yeah, and her boss fight was clock/time themed. If there’s a theme under space that I love, it’s clocks/time. 

And If I am to be respected by the internet, I must provide a negative opinion to balance out my positive one. I will say that the character model physics (like Mayday’s braids, DK West’s vest thing, Neon J’s fluffy neck thing, etc) got kinda funky at times. Especially DK West’s vest, which was completely messed up for every scene he was in... Also, even though the voices are mostly great, some lines felt a bit off. Just a bit. That good enough? Good.

But yeah anyway that’s another favorite game to add to the pile. Eventually I’m gonna have to compile a true list of my all-time favorite games/movies because I do kind of want to have a solid idea of what my all-time favorites are.

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Kiszka Headcannons! Day 2 :) Today’s post is about how they react when you finally express your feelings for them! Something super cute and fluffy.

Josh:

-You guys are at a park, looking at nature doing what it does

-The air is nice and cool so you have comfy clothes on with maybe a sweater. Think fall time

-Sitting next to each other on a bench, close enough to smell the freshness of Josh’s laundry

-A gust of wind blows through the area, making leaves twirl and trees move, you catch a glimpse at Josh next to you, and he’s toothily grinning at the way the world reacted to the wind. He looked beautiful as ever here and you couldn’t take it anymore

“Josh I have something to tell you and I hope it doesn’t ruin anything between us.”

“It doubt anything ever could. Are you okay?”

“I like you a lot. The way you think the way you move and breathe, it’s so fascinating and I can’t stand it when you’re not with me. If you don’t feel the same that’s completely fine I just had to get it off my chest becaus-"

-Cut off by the most forceful hug you’ve ever been in

“I was hoping you would say that some day, because I’ve thought this since I met you. Was debating doing it myself but seems as though you beat me to it?”

-Blush slowly creeping up your faces, you just lean on one another and watch the park match the feelings

(Sobbing why did I write this so cute)

Sam:

-The cocky side of him will come out here, in my mind he’ll coax it out of you, cause he’s known for a quite a while and he loves to tease all in good fun. You guys are playing something, a game, a card game, something competitive.

-He’s winning and you hate it, but you can’t help but subtly admire his concentration in beating you at the game

“Your move rookie”

“Psh I am not a rookie” You lied

-Unfortunately, it’s neck and neck and he delivers the final play, winning the game

“Sam no one can play games with you, you always win, and you just sit there and gloat the whole time. I hate you so much right now.”

“No you don’t”

“Huh?”

“You don’t hate me”

-You freeze, naturally and awkwardly laugh it off

“Pretty sure I do Sammy. Nice try though”

“No you don’t, in fact I’ve heard opposite things”

-Your heart drops, maybe your friend told him? You were racking your head on how he could possibly know

-He raises his eyebrows in a quirky way, and you can’t tell if this is part of the smack talk anymore or not but it’s driving you crazy so you blurt whatever comes next

“Did (a friends of yours) tell you? Cause I told them not to I’m so sorry, I just think you’re really great, and and I enjoy spending time with you, you can’t really blame me”

-His smiles softly and moves closer to you. The smile being slowly replaced with his obnoxiously endearing laugh

“Knew it. That feels great doesnt it? No, your friend did not tell me.”

“Wait. You… you knew the whole time?”

-He nods pulling you into a hug, which made your heart thud

“You’re not really good at hiding it. Hopefully I was however, I can’t get you off my mind. And I don’t think I want to.”

-He kisses your forehead, and if he didn’t have an arm wrapped around you, you would’ve fallen over at the sudden touch

“Rematch?”

“NO!”

Jake:

-Naturally for Jake, I feel like this would happen in the studio. You’re watching him, just playing the blues, face contorted between focus and relaxed. He’s litterally playing the blues however, as he’s cranking out a love song you both knew, and it made your heart ache for him. His long, but notorious hair kept getting in the way and you could tell

-You walk over to him and start to tie his hair into something manageable, a low bun perhaps. He falters, slightly, but continues strumming and changing chords

-He stops playing, leaving the room empty sounding after the last twang he played out

“Thank you, what was that for?” He asks, smiling crookedly, and looking down at his guitar, as if he didn’t want to meet your eyes

“It seemed to be getting in the way, thought it was easier for you”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed it, if i’m being honest with you. I appreciate that though”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t notice Jakey”

“No way. Name like one thing. I pay great attention”

“Well for starters your shoe has been untied since we got in here. But the moment you pick up a guitar it’s hard to get you to snap back to the harsh, un musical reality. Another thing you don’t notice, Jake, is how much I like you.”

-His face, however soft, looks surprised, proving your point

-He rips the guitar and strap off of his body and slowly makes his way to you. He runs his hand in your hair and stops on your cheek.

“Can I kiss you? Please?”

-He places his lips on yours, nothing less nothing more, and it was everything you never knew you needed, heart full of butterflies.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, I cant believe you actually feel the same way abo-

-You cut him off, lightly kissing him again

“Tie your shoe Kiszka, let’s go get lunch”

Wah these are all so cute may or may not be sobbing. I hope you liked them!! I always love feedback :))

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