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wileys-russo · 3 months

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can we have a lil sumn for niamhy captain please 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 she’s buff n she knows it!

captain charles II n.charles

you should have clocked she was up to something the moment that cocky little smile had settled on her face when you woke up in bed together, instead assuming it had something to do with the activities you'd partaken in last night, the evidence which was scattered across both of your bodies.

"good mornin gorgeous." the brunette had grinned as you finally joined her in the kitchen after your shower, a plate of breakfast waiting you as she pushed you to sit down at the table, kissing your cheek and nudging your chair in.

"you're awfully chipper for a match day baby." you chuckled at her clearly gleeful demeanor as she tucked into her omelette with a shrug. "just excited to be back, first game of the year!" niamh beamed as you hummed, falling into regular conversation.

but now as you sat in the stands of stamford bridge watching your girlfriend lead her team out with the captains armband snugly wrapped around her bicep, her behavior all made sense.

you'd of course figured it out for yourself when the team lineup was posted, but by then niamh was warming up and you had no way of being able to yell at her for withholding the news from you.

as much as you wanted to throttle her for the secret keeping you also couldn't deny the sense of pride which flooded you at watching her both play and lead her team brilliantly, the blues bagging yet another win and maintaining their spot top of the table.

knowing your girlfriend always made time for the fans you busied yourself chatting with some of the other girls families who'd been at the game, having met most of them before.

but tired from a hard fought ninety plus minutes you didn't need to wait long, niamh appearing with a few of her teammates up in the box in what you'd deem as record time, the freezing chill of the winter wind also discouraging most of them from staying out with the fans for too long.

meeting her eyes across the room you excused yourself from speaking with millies mum and stepped away, shaking your head slowly at your girlfriend who strode over with the same infuriatingly attractive smirk plastered on her face.

"hello beautiful!" niamh grinned, hands on your hips as she pulled your body into hers, your arms still staying firmly crossed across your chest. "hello captain." you quirked an eyebrow as her grin only widened.

"good surprise hey, thought you'd enjoy it more if you didn't see it coming." niamh shrugged with a smug smile, letting go of your hips to wrench your arms apart and wrapping them around her.

"see? isn't this much nicer babe." niamh sighed happily, moving your arms back over her shoulders as you let them fall limply to your sides, giving in and hugging her properly.

"you truly are insufferable sometimes." you shook your head, your girlfriend kissing your cheek in a silent apology as the two of you pulled away. "ready to go?"

once alone together in the car her confidence tripled, the same smug smile never once dropping from her lips for even a second as she drove the two of you back home.

"surprised it could fit around my bicep you know, being so huge and all. no biggie!" niamh stretched her arms behind her head purposefully flexing as you closed the front door after her, the brunette sending you a wink as you looked on unfazed.

"thats not as cute as you think it is casper." you pinched her cheek and ducked under her arms, finally succeeding in getting the smugness to fade from her features. "casper!" she scoffed in offence, her lack of tan really the easiest way to hit at her ego most days.

"casper!" she repeated with a frown, glaring at you from the doorway of your bedroom as she tossed her kit to the side and you rolled your eyes. "how many times niamh, really?" you huffed, picking it up and moving it to its proper place which was not in the middle of the floor where you'd be sure to trip over it.

"why do you always have to go after my skin? you know it wounds me very very deeply baby!" your girlfriend clutched at her heart dramatically as you sighed.

"you really should treat the captain of chelsea with a little more respect." the smug smile was back as she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop a smile of your own forming.

"fine. do your dirty washing then, captain." you smacked her cheek playfully as again you ducked under her arm and out the door. but you barely made it downstairs and two steps into the living room before her footsteps thundered down after you and suddenly you were in the air.

"niamh!" you gasped as she spun you around and effortlessly dropped you onto the lounge on your back, pouncing on top of you before you could move an inch. "i said, with a little more respect." niamh grinned wolfishly as you suddenly noticed the new addition.

"oh seriously? you brought it home with you?" you sighed as the bright yellow armband was again wrapped around her bicep. "don't act like you don't love it." niamh winked, sitting back on her heels and making a show of flexing her arms in different poses.

"are you going to be giving up football for body building then?" you shook your head with an amused smile. "maybe i will love, you know about my new pb's i hit in morrocco, i'm basically a tank." niamh sighed continuing to pose and flex.

"too bad body builders need to have a tan then isn't it?" you smirked beneath her as she stopped, arms suddenly either side of your head caging you in as her hair fell around you like a curtain.

"you know this disrespect just isn't acceptable baby." niamh tutted, lips ghosting over yours. "neither is your-" you couldn't finish your words as she kissed you, much less softly or as sweetly as she normally would, often treating you as if you were made of glass and could shatter at a moments notice.

your hands tangled in her hair pulling her even closer as hers squeezed your hips, and before you could even blink she'd moved so that she was sitting up on the sofa and you were sat on top of her, lips not even disconnecting for a moment.

your breath hitched as niamh rolled your hips against hers, using the momentary lapse to slip her tongue into your mouth. "why do you always do that?" you pulled away as she smiled into the kiss. "do what!" niamh laughed, trying to lean back in as you ducked back.

"smile like a twelve year old boy getting his very first kiss!" you chuckled, thumbs tracing down her jaw with a shake of her head. "oh you've properly killed the mood with that." niamh grimaced making you grin.

"its true! every time we makeout you can't help but smile." you shook your head, pressing your forehead against hers. "what i can't be happy to kiss a very pretty girl who just so happens to by some miracle be my very lovely girlfriend?" niamh gasped quietly, rubbing her nose against yours.

"didn't think captains were supposed to be so soft." you teased, pecking her lips a few times but moving your head back as her mouth chased yours to deepen it.

"niamhy!" you laughed as she suddenly stood taking you with her and raced upstairs, your legs wrapped around her waist before suddenly your back was meeting the mattress and again she hovered on top of you.

"how about i show you how captain kisses then?" niamh raised an eyebrow, fingers digging tighter into your hips pressing you down deeper into the bed with a smirk.

"tiny bit of a turn off to speak about yourself in the third person baby." you scrunched your face up with a smile as niamh shook her head and ducked down, smirk melting into a cheeky grin as she flexed her arm and the bright yellow armband tensed around her bicep.

"captain charles disagrees."

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tyblackthornsheadphones · 1 year

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steddie x afab!reader with a newborn headcanons

summary: steve and eddie’s baby girl is born and they won’t let her out of their sight

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and labor/birth, their daughter is named sophia (sophie) because that’s what me and my gf want to name our future daughter if we have one so i’m sorry if that’s your name, mentions of smut

part one | part three

wanna support me? buy me a ko-fi

you live in hawkins in the 80s, so poly relationships are pretty uncommon and frowned upon. to make things easier usually only one of them goes to your appointments with you

before you found out the baby’s gender, everyone started making bets (it started by steve saying he knew it was a girl because of something he read in a parenting book about the way you were carrying)

(yes, steve buys parenting books. although a lot of the time he disagrees with what the books say to do so,, what’s the point of buying them?)

it was eddie’s turn to go to your appointment with you and he got so excited when he found out you were having a girl !!!

“i’m gonna be a girl dad!”

he’s so happy about it that you let him tell steve, and that conversation is actually the cutest thing ever, seeing them both smiling so widely and eddie bouncing up and down as he shares the news :((

surprisingly, labor was fairly easy for you and luckily there were no complications

(cue your two overprotective boyfriends panicking, while you have to be the calm one even though you’re the one in labor)

ten hours later and your little girl was born <33

it was obvious that she was eddie’s biologically because she was born with a full head of dark curls and his features mixed with yours, but steve didn’t care

she was still just as much his daughter as yours and eddie’s

everyone comes to the hospital to meet baby sophia munson <333

only dustin actually gets to hold her since mike and lucas and robin are all freaked out at the idea of holding a baby

steve already has pretty bad insomnia, so he’s always awake when sophie wakes up crying

she loves eddie playing guitar and singing for her, and you joke that she remembers it from during your pregnancy

eddie brings home this baby onesie

that starts his obsession with finding metal clothes for her. he gets her a leather jacket to match with him, cute little clothes with skull patterns, and even makes her a mini hellfire shirt

waking up in the morning surprised that you woke up naturally and not from sophie crying, and walking into her room to see steve talking to her and she’s giggling :(((

if you get postpartum body dysmorphia, they will not stop complementing you. “obviously your body looks different, you gave birth to a living, breathing human” and “you’re so strong and beautiful and amazing” and “we’re so lucky to have you, love” and “you’re so gorgeous”

calling sophie their princess and you their queen/king

she adores when eddie tells her stories. even if she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he’s dramatic and makes funny voices and big gestures that make her smile so wide

the “mom steve” jokes triple now that he actually has a kid

steve starts to learn now to do different types of braids and long hair hairdos. he practices on you (if you have long enough hair) and eddie

“i have to be ready for when she’s older! who else will do it? clearly i’m the only one who should be in charge of teaching her proper hair care”

for the first two months after giving birth you refrain from having sex at doctor’s recommendation (you still enjoy watching them tho)

having your first date night since giving birth and leaving sophie with max (who wont admit that she likes the responsibility) and having the house to yourselves

they eat you out until your thighs shake from overstimulation, then take turns fucking you

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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OMG could you imagine harry or yn on hot ones, I feel like yn would kill it(I’m not sure abt harry)😭

HOT ONES

A/N: this was so fun! ty to the lovies that sent in some questions for this one 💚 (picture credits to harianadimples & harianachile !) (4.6k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

“Hey, what’s going on everybody. This is First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you’re watching Hot Ones. It’s the show with hot questions and even hotter wings. And today we’re joined by the one and only YN YLN. You might have known her as one sixth of the most famous and influential bands in history, One Direction. She’s a triple threat and an 8 time Grammy award-winning singer, song-writer, musician, and producer and we shouldn’t be surprised if she adds a couple more on her shelf with her new album Waiting Room. The no features, no skip album that’s quickly making its way to the top of the charts. YN, welcome to the show.”

“What a fookin’ intro, man,” YN laughs and plants her hands on the circular table. “Thank yeh for having me on here.”

“The pleasure is all mine. It’s an honor to have you on the show. How are we feeling today?”

“M’actually extremely terrified,” She lets out a chuckle, clasping her hands together as her eyes look over the lineup of spicy wings in front of her.

“About the wings or the questions?”

“It’s half and half for sure.”

“So how are you with spicy foods?”

“M’quite alright with them but m’bit frightened by this gorgeous array of hot sauces here. Like—” YN holds up one of the tiny, glass bottles to the camera. “—this one quite literally has a picture of a bomb on it so,” She raises her hands in defense with a shrug of her shoulders. “Take that as you will.”

...

“Mhm,” YN nods as she licks her lips. “S’quite tasty. I like that one.”

“For the record, I did see that you ate the whole wing. Do you plan on continuing that as we go down the line?”

“I don’t waste food, man,” She smirks as she wipes her hands on the red cloth.

“So let’s start off with before you came into the spotlight. It was revealed that you actually didn’t want to continue singing as a profession when you were younger, but your childhood best friend and later on One Direction band member, Louis Tomlinson, made you audition on the XFactor with him. How did this come to be?”

“He tricked me actually. Louis had told me about how he was able to get an audition for the XFactor and I was super excited for him. Getting a chance like this was all he had talked about when we were growing up. On our way to Manchester—which was like an hour or two away from Doncaster—he told me that he got me an audition too and I was gonna sing in front of the biggest audience ever. The little shit."

"But do you think you would have auditioned if it were on your own terms?" Sean inquires.

"Probably not, if m'being honest," YN shakes her head. "And that honestly me skin crawl. M'very grateful for the path that I went on and that my fans have been giving me the opportunity to continue to do what I love for the past 12 years."

...

Once YN bites off of the last piece of her next wing, she shrugs her shoulders, “These wings are really good. This is easy, bro.”

“I’m just trying to keep up with you,” Seam chuckles before finishing off his piece. “Okay, so let me brag for you for a sec.”

“Alright,” YN lets out a nervous chuckle.

“You have 8, count ‘em, 8, Grammys in the 12 years since you became a solo artist and you have another impressive 8 nominations for the Grammys 2023. One of your many wins is being producer of the year—a category you nominated for the second year in a row—which you said in a Rolling Stones article that it was probably the best award out of everything you’ve ever received in your professional career as an artist. Can you give us some insight into how that became such an important staple on your shelf?”

“Wow,” YN huffs out a smile in disbelief. Her nostrils begin to flare and she can feel the tears threatening to escape her eyes. She feels uncharacteristically embarrassed that she’s suddenly overcome with emotions. “Woah, sorry. I don’t know why I was gonna cry for a second there.”

YN looks up with a chuckle, shimmies in her seat, before she gives a single clap. “Okay, m’good. Yeah I mean, for the first couple of years of my career, I fell in love with what it takes to actually make a song, how to layer instruments and vocals, and the details you can initially glaze over when you first listen to a song. But being the only woman in a music studio full of my male band members, producers, sound engineers, and everyone—it took me a while to be confident enough to speak out about making suggestions in the process of making a song.

I learned so much by just watching in me corner of the room, then I was shown bits and pieces from 1D’s production team. And when I went onto me solo career, I was taken under the wings of kickass producers like Kid Harpoon and Tyler Johnson. Being a woman in this industry—capable of making me own music is a huge accomplishment for me as an artist and for all women who want to break out in a male dominated environment.”

“Continuing the brag streak—”

“Oh, no,” YN smiles behind her red napkin. As confident and narcissistic as she can be, she’s never been one to take a compliment—especially the way in which Sean is just throwing them out there like free candy.

“—your first solo world tour sold out in less than 4 minutes, and your current tour sold out in less than two. How was it like to come into a solo tour after touring with the rest of One Direction five years straight?”

“Well to start off, that statistic is absolutely insane,” YN lets out a laugh. “It was such a big change to do this on my own without the boys by my side on stage. I remember doing a final dress rehearsal the day before me first show and while I sat on stage and just looked out at the massive arena I was in, I began to panic. It wasn’t like I hadn’t performed in that big of a room before but I began to think what if they only bought the tickets because they were so used to the boys? Like, what if they didn’t like just me onstage or the fact that I was doing choreographed dance routines and things like that? But that all changed once I was actually on stage performing. I…I’ve never felt that type of love before.”

...

After YN tosses the bone of her next piece of chicken away and as Sean begins his next question, she stares off to the corner of the table for a second and widens her eyes. Out of nowhere, the spice level has officially been kicked up.

“You’ve also made some impressionable fashion choices that have become a staple in not only your own wardrobe but in the closets of your fanbase. From your frilly shirts from your One Direction days to becoming the female face of Gucci. From your signature 7-inch platform heels to your variety of colorful and textured opera gloves. How important is fashion in your life and how you choose to express yourself?”

YN licks her swollen lips, chuckling a bit from the spice is starting to pick up.

“Fashion wasn’t something I was super passionate about growing up. I wore a lot of dark clothing when I was teenager and when I was in the band I began to wear a lot of shirts and pinks and high heels which was a drastic change for me to say the least. I then went into a lot of changes of like—” YN moves her hand fluidly up and down in a roller coaster motion. “—I was angsty to girly girl to frat girl to comfy to leather. And when I went on this solo journey, I was embracing both a new and older side of me with more pinks and heels but putting a sexier twist to it. And now m’all trousers and blazers but m’still very much figuring out me style. All of my different fashion ‘eras’ define a different chapter of me life and I think that’s such a cool thing about fashion. Clothes don’t wear you, you wear the clothes and when you have that in mind, it can give yeh a big sense of confidence.”

YN can’t help the smile tugging on her lips from her memories of being on stage, “And it’s such an indescribable feeling being on stage for tour and just seeing a sea full of the fans in those long gloves.”

“It has officially become one of many infamous YN YLN trademarks,” Sean points out.

“I guess so,” She laughs along with the host.

...

“We have a segment on our show called Explain That Gram where we do a deep dive on your Instagram and pull interesting photos that need more context.”

“Sounds good, man,” YN nods and she reaches for the hot sauce used for this piece of chicken. "This one has like a lemony taste to it. I like it."

"Well, we have this whole set for you to take home today."

"Shut up," Her eyes widen in excitement. "No way, that's very sweet of yeh. Thank yeh so much, I appreciate that."

When Sean pulls up the first picture on his laptop, YN immediately coos at the screen.

“Wow you guys really went far back, didn’t yeh? Yeah so this was at the band’s third tour, I believe. I remember having such a shitty day earlier before the show and to cheer me up, Harry asked if I could braid his hair,” YN giggles at the memory.

She was going through a rough patch with Matthew and they had an argument right before she had to do some interviews for the day and a show later that night. Knowing how to approach her best, Harry knocked on her dressing room door to see a teary eyed YN wiping her cheeks as quickly as she could. He didn’t ask her why she was crying or try to give her comforting words right away. Instead, he repeated his question when she gave him a furrow of her eyebrows and tilt of her head.

For the last 20 minutes before they had to head backstage, Harry sat on the floor in front of the couch in between her legs. As she twisted and weaved his long hair, he kept her laughing with poor jokes and funny vines he saved on his phone.

She didn’t have time to finish the middle section of his head and when she asked him to sit back down to take the braids out, he refused and basked in the warmth of her smile. He went on stage with them on and he never saw the smile leave her face.

“I had been bugging him to let me do it ever since he decided he wanted to grow his hair out and donate it to charity. It was a very sweet thing he did for me.”

“Hehe,” YN giggles happily at the memory this picture holds for her. She sees her 20-year-old self squished in between Harry and Louis, her Ray Bands over her eyes as she smiles brightly at the camera. “So this looks like 2014 1D and if you’ve seen the footage you can tell that we are—” YN hits a higher pitch as she sings her next words, “High as a fookin’ kite. We were in Brazil and we wanted to go out exploring but there was this massive crowd of fans outside our hotel—”

“Oh, don’t touch your eyes!” Sean quickly reminds YN as she goes to wipe at her eyes.

“Ah! ‘Fank you,” She laughs and dabs at her eyes once someone behind the camera hands her a tissue. “Okay, so there were a lot of fans blocking the front of the hotel and we couldn’t have just merely walked out and got to our cars or anything. I can’t remember who suggested it but we ended up getting out through the back of a bread van. We totally went by unnoticed!”

“We’re going in that?” YN points to the back of the white bread van that’s stuffed with pillows. By the tone of her surprised voice, the hotel workers’ eyes widen, their cheeks get red and they can feel the sweat accumulating on their foreheads in fear. They didn’t want to disappoint and anger a member of the most famous band on the planet. Yet their eyes stay wide for a different reason as YN breaks out into a beaming smile. “Sick!”

She grips onto one of the back doors as she swings herself into the tiny space covered in pillows.

Louis gives one of the hotel workers a reassuring smile and a pat on the chest, “Yeh get used to it. Can I come in and cuddle you, Niall?” He teases as everyone begins to squish in together. Ben Winston is the last to come in and close the door beside him. He’s brought a camera with him to record the trip as it’s going to be a part of the many video diaries that YN can’t keep track of.

“I used to be a baker so I love being in the back of the bread van,” Harry notes like he hasn’t brought up his part-time job from his teenage years before.

“Would you give it a rest, mate,” YN groans from her squished position between him and Louis, giving him a playful roll of her eyes before chuckling along with the rest of the boys.

“I quite like it in here,” Zyan smiles happily from his corner of the van. It doesn’t take long before they can hear the hundreds of fans screaming outside the vehicle. Everyone makes a shushing noise to quiet everyone as they pass the masses of fans.

YN already gets anxious when the band has to drive through massive crowds of fans who like to bang on the windows of the Range Rovers. The boys even like to push against the thick glass to counter the weight but that doesn’t stop the anxiety rushing to her chest when it happens.

Her mind starts to race at the thought that if the fans did actually find out that they were in there, they could easily shred the tiny van into pieces.

When Harry sees her chest begin to rise up and down at an increasing weight behind his dark sunnies, he doesn’t think twice about putting a hand over hers that’s gripping the pillow in the space between them. He’s thankful for the dimly lit setting and the way she has her legs bent as it covers their tightly, intertwined hands. She discreetly follows his nonverbal instructions and inhales deeply through her nose to copying how he makes a small ‘O’ with his mouth to exhale.

“Why don’t we make this trip a little more exciting?” Zayn wiggles his eyebrows as he pulls out something from his cargo shorts pockets.

YN pushes her sunglasses up to the top of her head and squints at the tiny object between her bandmate’s fingers before she smiles in relief. She watches as Zayn brings up the rolled-up substance to his lips, flicking his thumb on the lighter before a flame appears. After starting it, he goes to pass it to Niall who immediately shakes his head. Once Louis’s taken a hit, he passes it to an eager YN.

Everyone begins to have their own side conversations and Harry feels the butterflies in his stomach threatening to escape when YN doesn’t let go of his hand.

He watches from behind his pitch dark sunglasses as she holds the blunt between her thumb and first two fingers, wrapping her lips around it ever so gently and hollowing out her cheeks. Her teeth clench together as she holds the smoke in her lungs for a couple of beats, her eyelashes fluttering at the feeling before releasing the smoke into the space above her.

“How yeh feeling, Nialler?” Ben asks and turns the camera towards Niall in hopes of not capturing what the band is doing. Especially YN as it could cause harm to her “good girl” image that fans already know isn’t fully her.

“Not good,” He mutters out.

“Yeh want me to shotgun you one, Ni? It’ll make yeh feel better.” YN asks with a teasing smile once she blows out another puff from between her full lips, passing the blunt off to Harry. As he snickers along with the rest of the band, he has to admit that he’s relieved when Niall politely declines her offer.

Once Harry has it between his lips and takes a deep inhale, he's suddenly coughing a few times into his fist.

"Woah," YN giggles and puts a hand on her bandmate's shoulder, already feeling the effects. "Maybe I should have offered you a hit instead."

Her teasing comment only makes him cough more at the intimate thought as he passes the drug to Liam.

"S'just been a while," He manages to say once he's calmed down.

"Just offering," YN smiles at him, biting down on her bottom lip as she leans her head back to the metal wall behind her.

"Well, you seem to be feeling better," Harry quickly changes the subject before he lets his hazy mind wander. He matches her position and leans his head back. A smile etches on his lips when she giggles, closing her eyes and nodding her head.

"Thanks to you," She whispers and gives his hand a squeeze. Getting into a fuzzy headspace, she doesn't think about how long she's been holding his hand or how it makes her skin tingle at his touch. Instead, she brings their hands up between them and pushes them flat against one another so their palms are together. "Woah, look how much bigger yeh hands are."

His dimples dig into his cheeks as he cheekily chuckles at her, letting her maneuver their hands together as she pleases.

"How long?" Louis asks the drivers through the wall behind him. After letting him know that they've arrived, he dramatically yells out, "Okay!"

As soon as their security teams have opened the back doors of the tiny van, everyone begins to scooch their way out.

"S'almost as big as me face!" Harry lets out a string of high-pitched giggles when YN grasps his hand in both of hers and holds it up close to her face to demonstrate her point.

“It made the experience 10x better than it needed to be,” YN laughs, reminiscing at the fun memories she had with her boys. “I just felt bad for Niall, poor thing got both motion sickness and a secondhand high.”

"Alright, last one."

“Yeah, so—” YN sucks in a deep breath through her teeth from the spicy wing she just had. “Um, this was around the time when I started to write some songs on me own, just out on a whim. This was when me manager told me that someone was interested in buying it. So that was me reaction to the news. As you can tell, I acted very professional and calm about the situation.”

...

"I must say that you're doing a really good job so far," Sean smiles at the pop star across the table. "Most would have finished their first glass of milk by now while you're still drinking water."

"I'm built different."

“It’s no surprise to anyone that you know your way around a guitar. You’ve shown off some of your favorite and unique guitars from your extensive collection over the past couple of years. From your custom-made Daisy Rock Debutante butterfly shape staple to your Fender Vintera '50s Stratocaster that was used in a plethora of ABBA’s songs. From Jimi Hendrix's 1967 Gibson Flying V to your baritone/tenor snail shaped ukulele—The Snailele. Out of the all of guitars in your care, what would you say is the coolest guitar you own and why is it your Red Special?”

YN covers her mouth as she laughs out loud while simultaneously trying not to think about the heat increasing in her mouth.

“How do you even know that? I mean, yeh asking me to pick me favorite is like choosing my favorite child. I love all me guitars and they all have a chokehold over me heart. My Red Special is just—” YN has to take in a deep breath in hopes to cool down the heat building on her tongue. “—one of the fookin’ coolest things I own. It’s a hand-crafted replica of Brian May’s guitar that he uses for literally everything and when I met him I nearly shit meself, m’not even joking. Like, that guy is fookn’ superhero, know what I mean? And when he gifted me the guitar, I saw the light, man. I literally had an outside body experience. Like I saw meself in the middle of Brian May’s dressing room as he handed me the guitar.”

“Some people buy and collect expensive cars, I have cool guitars,” YN shrugs with a content smile.

...

“Now, let’s talk about the infamous Harry Styles.”

YN nods her head towards the host, hissing in a deep breath from the hot wing she just ate. This piece has easily become one of the spicier wings so far and she can instantly tell why that is from the mention of her secret fiancé. She smirks as she raises her glass of water to her lips, “Lets.”

“So, you guys have known each other for a little more than 12 years now as you guys were in One Direction together. And on New Years 2020, it has revealed to the world that you guys were in a relationship. Now, I won’t ask for you to go into the details of your relationship but is there any particular reason as to why you guys have kept your anniversary a secret?”

“You know, from a very young age, mine and Harry’s lives have always been in the public eye,” YN licks her lips and chuckles as the burning sensation only increases the more she speaks. They don’t call this hot sauce DaBomb for nothing. “Holy shit. Think m’gonna have to take off me blazer for this one, is that alright?” YN questions, already shedding off her coat. The tattoos scattered along her arms go on display and fans can see Harry’s handwriting inked on her upper rib cage.

“Go ahead, whatever you need to do,” Sean gives her a comforting smile. “Here, I’ll even take my jacket off, too. We’re in this together.”

“I feel the support,” YN laughs but it only makes the stinging that much more intense. “M’actually starting to sweat. Oof okay umm…yeah, even the way our relationship was ‘announced’ kind of left us vulnerable, in a way.”

“What a start to the new year.”

“Exactly. And there was a time in our lives where we felt that everyone knew everything about us and it was something that just didn’t sit well with us. So to have this one piece of our lives for only ourselves just felt right. And even though I’m on social media more than he is and I post a couple of pictures of us every now and then, we definitely don’t feel that way anymore. Which feels really nice.”

“Moving onto the more professional side of your relationship with Harry, you’ve obviously worked with him during your time in the band. You were initially brought onto his production team as a songwriter for his first album, then a musician, vocal-arrangement manager, and producer for his second, and now you were all of the above plus co-lead producer for his current album, Harry’s House. You’ve also worked with big time artists like Little Mix, The Weeknd, Lizzo, and Olivia Rodrigo just to name a few. How did that initial experience help you grow as a producer and build relationships when working with other artists?”

“You’ve really done yeh research haven’t yeh?” YN giggles before going into a coughing fit, quickly bringing the red cloth over her mouth from the spicy wing. “Excuse me. Shit, sorry,” YN laughs before reaching for her tall glass of water.

“Is it finally starting to hit?”

YN takes a gulp of water, quickly licking her lips as she sniffles away the start of a running nose. Being as stubborn as ever, she shakes her head, “Nope.”

“We do have milk for you there if you need it,” Sean kindly points out and YN begins to chew on a piece of ice.

“Don’t need it, ‘fanks. Umm, oh right. Harry’s me best friend above all else and we’ve been writing together since as long as I can remember. We’ve gone through and learned about this process together for over a decade now. He’s considered one of me biggest clients and when we work together, I tell him the honest truth. I don’t like to suga’ coat shit and it’s how I work. That’s something that he knows, feel comfortable with, and respects. And there’s always that ‘something’ you learn about with every artist you work with. Like sure we can go into the studio cold turkey and make a song together but before I work with someone, I wanna take them outside of the mindset, ‘Okay, I wanna make a #1 hit single,’ and make a song that means something to them.”

YN swallows thickly, swinging her legs back and forth as she tries to get her thoughts in order from her spice-induced brain.

“With Harry, he’s sort of allowed me to explore and experiment when making music; he trusts me in that sense and as a producer, that’s the most important thing I can have when creating something as intimate as music.”

...

YN’s eyes widen when she sees Sean begin to shake the bottle, “O-oh we’re doing this?”

“It’s tradition around here to add a little bit more sauce on the last wing. Now you don’t have to if you don’t want to—”

“Seany boy, if there’s one thing yeh should know about me is that v’got a huge ego. But m’sure yeh already knew that,” YN just her hand out towards the host, wiggling her fingers while sucking in another sharp breath in hopes to ease the pain on her tongue. “Gimme that shit.”

With an uneasy sigh, YN shakes the bottle to pour some of the thick hot sauce to the last wing on the cutting board.

“Come on, YN,” YN whispers to herself. “You’re a bad bitch.”

Making sure to avoid her lips from touching the chicken as much as possible, she takes a heavy bite from the last wing.

She scrunches up her face as she chews but it turns into a pleasantly surprised expression. “Wait, what the fook that one was actually quite good. S’actually not that bad—oh shit, no nevermind.”

Sean chuckles at the rollercoaster of emotions displayed in front of him. YN gulps down as much water as she can.

“Okay, side question as you’re processing all of this: Since you have yet to reach for the milk we have for you, in your honest opinion, do you think Harry Styles could handle the range of spice that you’ve endured over the course of this show?”

YN chews and speaks around a mouthful of ice, “He can try but he wouldn’t make it past the second one.”

“Is that a little trash talk I hear?” Sean laughs.

“Listen up, baby,” YN leans her elbow on the table and points to the camera that’s solely directed on her. “I love yeh, you know I do, but you couldn’t eat any of this shit if yeh tried. Just the smell of it is gonna make your eyes water. Just looking out for you, lovie. And let’s face it, we both clearly know m’the stronger one here,” She blows a kiss at the camera and reaches for her water cup once again.

When she has the glass to her lips, she huffs out a giggle, “He’s gonna come after me for that later. Fook, s’like m’breahting fire right now.”

YN leans her forearms on the edge of the round table and balls her hands into fists to keep herself stable at the burning on her tongue intensifies.

“That last thing I wanna do before be close up shop here is play a little game of association. I’m going to throw out some stuff out to you and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to your mind. Are you ready?”

“Hit me with ‘em.”

“Jacob Collier.”

YN scoffs and shakes her head with a smile, “A fookin’ mastermind.”

“The restaurant Danny’s Place.” YN throws her head back and laughs at how much research this guy actually did on her past. Her brain has turned into utter mush from the spicy chicken that she can’t come up with a polite, media-trained response.

“It’s still shit,” YN shrugs and she doesn’t even try to hide her smile.

“Loophole.”

“Woah,” YN’s eyes widen with a chuckle. “Oh my word. Hell yeah. Okay—you are like the best interviewer I’ve ever had in me life. Um, bitch’n.”

...

“Okay to this camera, this camera or this camera, tell the people what you’ve got going on lately.”

“Um—” YN blinks away her spice-induced tears away, sniffing and rubbing the red cloth to her runny nose. “M’currently on a world tour. So if yeh bought a ticket, I’ll see yeh lot very soon. Also, me new album Waiting Room comes out the day after tomorrow—Wait, when will this air? Well, it will be out very soon because I can’t really think straight at the moment. Erm, this show was a fookin’ piece of cake and Sean Evans is a legend.”

The Sean and the crew members behind the cameras all clap and cheer making YN laugh. Once the shoot is a wrap and the credits begin to show up at the bottom of the screen, YN gets up and out of her seat to give a hug to possibly her new favorite host.

“How often do you do this?” She genuinely asks.

“Every week.”

“You eat this spicy shit every week?” Sean nods and laughs at how wide her eyes get. “You’re a fookin’ legend, man. I mean it.”

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jkoo-njoo · 2 years

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College crush - 1

summary : college au | when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line ?

pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk x black fem! reader

genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count : 956, on going

warnings : light stalking, fixation

author’s note : I have loooots of unfinshed drafts that have been pilling up and this is one of them !! This is my first time trying out headcanons AND a multiple part fic!!! Also this story is going to feature some yandere/oblivious type of reasoning. The summary is kinda dramatic but nothing immoral or out of pocket will happen I swear. hope u enjoy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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1 / the loving bird & the shining gemstone

Jungkook couldn’t be more bored while walking around campus going to his next class ; but when his eyes landed on the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, it was as if a thunderbolt hit him right at the top of his head.

- Him seeing you for the first time

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing,,, he was completly starstruck

You had such soft features. Your gorgeous almond eyes holding that fierce gaze of yours, your cute round nose and your beautiful plump lips were all so mesmerizing to look at.

You were sprinting around the campus, looking as absent minded as him, with your head in the clouds

Yet you had so much confidence in your walk, your long braids bouncing on your back with each step you took with assurance

He was so struck on you that he didn’t even notice how he stopped dead in his track in the middle of the pathway, starring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth

He felt so light-headed, like he just witnessed the apparition of an angel right in front of him

Entering one of the doors leading to the campus’ library, you disappeared from his sight

He went on with his day, but he never stopped thinking about you. Even if he tried, he couldn’t get you out of his mind

He longed the feeling you gave him, in his stomach

It was... so sudden, yet so impactful..?

He absolutely needed to see you again.

- Longing you

A few weeks passed after the first time he saw you

And he has started to see you literally everywhere : in the hallways, in lectures, at the cafeteria, and even at the convenience store near the dorms

At the begining it was pure coincidence, or dare he say luck

But after sometimes, it was more so his doing, simply because he couldn’t go a whole day without trying to see you at least once.

You were fascinating to him. He was growing fond of all your daily habits and your little quirks

Like your favorite spot at the library ; or the one snack you take every single time to eat during your studies (triple chocolate fudge cookies - you need to eat more fruit >:() ; or even the way you run late to your classes sometimes and he thinks that’s it’s impossible to look this gracious while running around the campus

He wanted to know more, like your favorite fragrances so he could buy you 10 bottles of it,

Or your favorite flowers so he would fill your desk with fresh ones every weeks

Or which hoodie of his do you prefer so he can give it up for you to wear because you would look so good in them and he would melt knowing that you were wearing his clothes

He craved more of you in his life so bad ; but right now, he just felt like a stalker.

And the fact that you lived in the building right next to his did not arrange this feeling, because he has to take the same route as you to go home

Now, he wasn’t complaining, at all

At least he could make sure that no one followed you and that you could go home safe

And if anyone ever tries to harm you in any way he will be there to protect you

Also its ok because he never followed you right in front of your door step ; that’s going too far. He’d never want to make you feel unsafe

Nevertheless, he had to find a way to get in contact with you.

Now, it was easier said than done : he’s always been a very shy guy, not very comfortable socialising or making new friends

Talking to you and keeping you close would be one of the biggest challenge he’ll have to face since he started his college life ;

But you can’t get nothing unless you get out of your comfort zone, right..?

- Anticipation and hope

He had a plan.

A long-time plan. He had to be commmited for it to work

And oh was he ready

So, he remarked that you were in a photography club on top of your law studies

This was an incredible find by the way because he didn’t even know this club existed and he absolutely loves photography himself

He already contacted the head of the club and they said that the applications to enter the club for the year would close soon

And that it was welcoming to any level of photographer

This was the perfect pretext to slowly and smoothly enter your social circle and eventually your life

Just thinking about being close to you while doing something he loves gave him chills

anyways

While in the club, he’d just have to wait until they plan a group project or something so he’ll introduce himself to you ; then you do the project together ; then you fall head over heels in love for him ; then you get married

What do you mean it’s not realistic.

It’s absolutely feasible.

He even looked up researches in psychology that prove that love at first sight exists.

He even looked at techniques on how to make anyone obsessed with you

He will provoke it by becoming a constant & familiar occurence in your life, so you have no choice but to choose him.

So, it’s set : tomorrow, he will go and apply to enter the photography club ; and the plan will begin

He was so excited at the idea of seeing you more often, and mayhaps sitting right next to you

Just thinking about the possibilities made his heart race

After calming himself with deep breathes and a solid journal entry, he fell asleep

That night, like most these days, his mind was filled with fantasies of you, and his face adorned the most content smile of all

He finally had you at the tip of his fingers

And he will not let you go.

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i-am-beckyu · 1 year

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Prompt 3 bc you said I'm in a chaos mood

You said you lost it, was this it?

Treat Spiders the way you want to be treated. Killed without hesitation.

3D my gorgeous child. When you first sent your prompts, I was hyper fixating on jornos. But at 11pm we had an idea and brain said: WRITE IT! and speed wrote it. So I hope you like this extremely angsty fic because it is just angst on angst on angst :D

cw: death mentions (there's a lot but no one other than a mention bugs actually dying), fear, panic, anxiety, spider hybrids (arachnophobes I gotchu) death, a bit graphic with descriptions. In other words: I went hard with angst lol promise it has happy ending one shot words: 1204

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

Shroud knew he wasn't going to make it. His own mother had made that clear to him the day he had hatched, but he had never thought he was going to meet his end this way. It was a cruel life to be born into, but he had managed and now he was fully grown to a good 2 inches tall. All his siblings had long since left the cocoon leaving him to fend for himself. In a world that was kill or be killed, he was lucky he had survived this long. Even if it was through hiding in the unreachable crevices of his old home to avoid being picked off. But without anyone or anything left in the cocoon to provide him nutrients with, he’d eventually been forced to leave and find somewhere that had more food available.

He’d seen many things on his journey looking for a safe haven to call home. Many terrible and horrible things. He’d watched as helpless other spiders had been snatched up and devoured by birds. Watched as heavy rains drowned other insects and bugs. He’d witnessed how insects and bugs fought others of their own species and eaten the remains of their dead foes. He was lucky in the sense of being a spider hybrid, having the smarts of a person rather than just another mindless prey, but having witnessed such horrors the world could cause, made him ever restless in his search for safety. But even they were nothing in comparison to how he was to meet his end.

He’d only heard of them in legend. One of the few stories his mother had told him when they went to sleep at night. Out of all the predators in this world, none are more ruthless and terrifying than humans. 100x a spider hybrids size with triple the smarts. While they seem just like them minus 4 arms and a few other features, never mistake: they will only ever bring about your doom. For every way you could possibly think of dying, they had 10 plus more unimaginable ways to bring about your death. They could squish you beneath their gigantic thumbs, use their despicable sprays to poison the air, suck you up and leave you to die in their monstrous machines, trap you in jars and use you for experimentation or perhaps even burn you alive! The humans were creatures that could and would only bring about your demise. And Shroud was trapped in one’s cabinet.

He didn’t know it was a humans’ home he had stumbled upon. The space he’d been scouting had been clear of any living creature for several hours before he had even dared getting closer and climbing up with the help of his webs. But as he had made his way about looking for food, the loud voices of people approaching could be heard, along with the vibrations of their footsteps shaking the earth as they went. It wasn’t hard to guess what was coming. Shroud didn’t have time to think as the door to the cabinet was flung open. He tried to hide behind one of the boxes on the shelf in attempts of not being seen, but unfortunately for him, it was the very box he was hidden behind that the human grabbed.

A loud scream filled the air, as did the sound of a box crashing harshly down and onto the floor. “THERE’S A SPIDER IN THE CABINET!!!” The human shrieked. Shroud threw his hands over his ears at the sheer volume the human spoke in. “TOMMY!!!! GET IN HERE AND KILL IT!!!” Shroud froze at the humans’ words. He tried to turn and run, but his legs felt like jelly and he barely stumbled a few steps before falling to the cabinets floor. “TUBBO?!? TUBBO WHAT’S WRONG??” A second humans’ voice appeared yelling in alarm. Shroud continued to try and get away, till he had scrambled into the corner of the cabinet.

“It's in the Cabinet Tommy. Top shelf! Kill it!! Please kill it! Kill it! Kill it!!!” the first human shouted again.

A shadow was suddenly cast over Shroud, blocking out the light. He scrunched his eyes tightly shut, as his entire body began to shake uncontrollably. His breathing became short and staggered as he waited for his impending doom. He didn’t want to see how he was going to die. He’d tried so hard to make it. He’d survived with so little for so long. He just wanted to find someplace safe!

“A spider is not going to hurt you Tubbo so just- oh. Hello.” The human spoke above him, surprise laced in their voice. When nothing happened, Shroud peaked an eye open and was surprised to see not the human ready to kill him, but instead adorned with a soft gentle smile. “Just look at you.” They exclaimed, reaching their hand towards him, their pointer finger outstretched. Shroud shut his eyes once more and buried his face into his 6 arms tighter, willing himself to just disappear from existence.

“Tubbo you d*** head, this isn’t a spider. It’s a tiny spider-human-like hybrid.”

The human began to gently scratch the top of Shrouds head. He relaxed slightly at the contact. No one had ever touched him like this before. “Well just hurry up and kill it Tommy! It’s still a spider!” the other human screeched at its human friend.

“Tubbo! You can’t say s*** like that!” The human replied as he stopped scratching Shrouds head. Shroud whined at the loss of contact lifting his head as if to follow after the giant appendage. He didn’t want them to stop.

“Like that huh?” The human said, smirking a little at his display.

Shroud looked the human over once more. They were like nothing he’d ever imagined. They had blond curly hair and bright blue eyes and were staring at him like he was the most precious thing in the entire world. But that didn’t make sense? Humans were supposed to be ruthless killing machines? Even their friend had seemed desperate for their companion to dispose of him! Why were they being so kind?

Suddenly the human's hands reappeared and scooped him up off the shelf and into its grasp. He wanted to fight it and get away, but Shroud couldn’t help himself from melting into the warmth beneath him. It was so nice and it felt safe. “Oh you’re such a sweetie.” The human said, raising him up higher to his face to get a better look at him. “What’s your name?” they asked. Oh so quietly, he responded “Shroud.” he said semi trying to hide himself at being so close to the apex predator.

“It’s nice to meet you Shroud. I’m Tommy.” The human- Tommy said with a smile. “Would you like to get something to eat?” He asked. Shroud gave a very hesitant nod, and Tommy began to walk out of wherever it was they were in and to somewhere new. Not even acknowledging the other freaked out human as they went.

And it was after that day that two things happened to Shroud. He finally had found himself a safe place to call home, and somehow gained a loving protecting father.

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wow. just wow. I just chose angst writing this. like man. Just how many different ways can I cram in death in one fic? A lot it seems. If you read to the end, thanks for doing so and I hope you enjoyed the fic ❤️

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yueisyum · 1 year

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How They Met (her pov)

Notes: Basically how mc/reader met the group and specifically Haechan. If you have any other questions please ask. I will add it to the ‘Behind the Scenes’ series. Also currently working on his pov now!!! 😚

Requested - (YES)

You triple checked the dorm number before knocking. Your bag in hand and your nicest comfortable clothes on your back. Your not sweating because your nervous, it’s definitely just because it’s hot in the mens building.

You felt really excited when Jeno invited to go his study group. He seemed really nice and you don’t usually have time to hang out, but this IS a study group after all. Killing two birds with one stone.

When the door opens you look up and meet eyes with Johnny, a close family friend of your fathers. You would always stay with them when your father went on work trips, which was 90% of the time. You looked at Him, shocked to see a familiar face.

“Hey! Y/n? What the heck are you doing here?” He questions.

You watch his face, an exaggerated surprised expression taking over his features. You roll your eyes.

“Me? What are you doing here, this isn’t your dorm” you fire back. You drop your shoulders, now feeling more relaxed to see a familiar face. He smiles, letting you know he’s still glad to see you, dispute his words.

“Yeah? Well this isn’t YOUR building!” He argues, but his face is full of playfulness. “Wait are you… the nice girl Jeno invited from his class? I didn’t know it was YOU” he makes a face, and you roll your eyes again, failing to bite back a smile. Meaning he didn’t know you could be nice.

“Ha, and I didn’t know you could study” you point to his chest. “I’ll have you know-“

“-hey! Y/n you made it!” You watch Johnny turn to jeno, who’s behind him. “Do you two know each other?” He asks, looking between you two, your finger still at Johnny’s chest. “We’re family friends” Johnny answered, finally moving to the side to allow you into the dorm. He watches you squeeze past him.

“Oh really? Well I’m glad you’re already familiar with somone in the group” jeno smiles to you, so bright and genuine, it made you giddy. you reciprocate, matching his expression.

“Yejuns here too” you hear Johnny inform from behind you, as you follow Jeno down the hallway. Great! This won’t be too bad.

•••

You’ve seen him before… a lot. In some classes, around campus, or in the dining hall. And now here… in front of you. You aren’t blind, he’s definitely attractive, really attractive, but so intimidating. You can’t read him at all. His expressions are so controlled, it’s scarring you. He’s just looking at you intently, you can’t tell what he’s thinking, and you feel exposed.

“And this is Jaemin” jeno continues, you weren’t meaning to block His voice out, but you were little distracted. You rip your eyes away from the brown haired boy, to look at the other one Jeno is gesturing to. “Hi” your voice almost a whisper. Lightly lifting your hand to say hello. He does the same with a nod then a smile. Everyone in the room is so attractive, you begin to feel out of place.

“And lastly this is haechan and Chaewon” he ends.

Haechan.

HAECHAN.

You turn back to the man who was staring into your soul since you’ve walked in. “You are so gorgeous!” The girl you now know as Chaewon speaks. You blush at her kindness. She was beautiful- BREATH TAKING. Her hair short and shiny. Her face round but defined. And her smile was contagious. She was sat next to him. Heachan. He smiled to you with a short ‘hey’. You return his greeting with a tight lipped smile before turning back to the girl next to him. “Thank you!” You peeped, your smile genuine and bright.

“Of course girly, You can sit next to me, I won’t bite” she suggests while patting the spot on the couch next to her. You then realize your just awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room with jeno. No wonder this haechan guy is staring at you. You must look like an idiot. You quickly take the seat beside her. She was sitting pretty close to haechan on the couch…

Dating?

Sibli- definitely not related

Close friends?

No definitely dating.

“So how what’s your major?” You turn to the boy you remember jeno called ‘yuta’? His attention now fully on you instead of his computer. He’s sitting on the ground with his laptop on the coffee table. “I’m majoring in computer science and sociology.” You fidget with your hands while looking around the room, instead of anyones eyes. “That’s really cool, so your taking two majors!?” Chaewon leans forward from her seat to find your eyes. You nod with another smile. “It’s called double majoring” jaemin informs, his eyes stay on the paper he’s writing on, but glances up at you with a smile.

“Yep she’s a smart girl.” Johnny says As if he’s proud of himself, finally joins the group, sitting down on sofa across from yours. You make a face at him. Which earns a laugh from most of the group. “Jeno says you draw?” Haechan asks. Some heads turn to you in curiosity. You pause for a moment. Haechan’s body has moved forward to look at you. Chaewon leans back so you can address him. “Yeah I used to take art in high school, so I doodle sometimes.” You explain, shrugging it off and looking over at jeno. You didn’t think he could see your stupid doodles in class. Or that he would tell anyone. “That’s sick, Renjun is our art major, he’s really good to.” Yenjun adds, pointing to the long haired boy in the corner. He glances at you with a smile. You nod and smile back. You then turn your head back to yejun to smile at her. She gives you a ‘nice to see you again’ look.

You know yejun from high school, every time you would have a project to do in biology, you would always pair up. You both are very smart and work well together. After high school, you two would hang out or text on social media. She very chill, and always real. You liked that about her. She also isn’t nosey or pushy.

“Can I see some of your art?” You ask the guy in the glasses, his hair falling in front of his face. “Yeah, come here” you quickly get up to sit on the floor next to renjun. Your back pressed against the couch. He pulls out his phone to find a folder in his photos app. “This was the last one I did” the photo showed a canvas painted with a small store. shelves with snacks filling them and a small basket in the ground. It was so realistic but some of the snacks looked like pop art. You couldn’t draw like THIS. Not on such a big canvas. “This is beautiful..” you mumbled, not able to look up at him. “It’s multi-media. basically combining two different art styles or art Suplies. “That’s really creative, how long did this take?” You ask, finally looking back to him. “Not too long… what about you? Do you have any pictures of your art?” You freeze. What?

“What? No no, I can’t draw like this, I just doodle stupid stuff, THIS is real art” you explain leaning back against the couch. “All art is real art” he argues with a soft laugh at your expression.

“Yeah, like when jeno draws on your face when you fall asleep… that’s art” Haechan interrupts. You laugh along with Chaewon and a couple others who aren’t currently studying.

“No, that’s not art haechan, that’s a hate crime.”

You laugh harder at Renjun’s face when he says that. “‘All art is real art’” haecahn repeats. You giggle, and his eyes find yours. You feel an overwhelming sense of… your not even sure what this feeling is. Your ears feel hot and your fingers feel tingly. You quickly look away from him. Trying to find anything else to look at

“Y/n? Are you ready?” Jeno asks. You turn to him almost forgetting he was there. “Yeah, my bad” you stand up from your spot to follow jeno to the breakfast table with your bag.

After a couple more questions and conversations, jeno sits on the chair next to you. You open up your laptop and hand him a copy of ‘salt to the sea’ - the book you’ve been talking about in class.- and begin to catch him up on missing work.

“Shihyun, mark, and Jisung, couldn’t make it this week, so maybe you can meet them next wendsday?” He says, filling the silence you two had been sitting in. You already know Shihyun from Johnny, but you feel that information isn’t important right now. “Is this your way of inviting me to come again?” You tease, after handing him a highlighter for one of the quotes in the book.

“Is it tempting?” He leans his head in his palm against the table.

“Almost… depends on what take out you’ll have next time.” You copy his position. “Oh so it’s about the food” he says sarcastically. Nodding, As if realizing your motives. You laugh. “Why else do you think I’d be here?” You joke. He joins your laughter this time. “Next week we will have Korean barbecue… how’s that sound?” He asks getting up from his seat to grab a soda from inside the kitchen. “Sounds like a plan.” You smile.

•••

It was getting late and some of the group had left. Whether it was for other plans or just to sleep. you, Chaewon, yejun and haechan were in the living room in a comfortable silence. You were snuggled into the couch with your knees to your chest, while jeno was reading a chapter in the book you had given him, he sat quietly at the table you where previously seated at.

Chaewon had turned on the tv, and was watching ‘it’s okay not to be okay’. You watched it with her and yejun. Some comments here and there. You three would make each other giggle. Or make eye contact at the intimate parts, then laugh again. That’s before Haechan returned from the kitchen to sit down at the couch… right next to you.

He made himself comfortable, he wasn’t in your personal space or anything, but his presence somehow made you feel giddy- or fidgety maybe? Your not sure, you can’t understand it. You try your best to pay attention to the Netflix show but found yourself lost, confused about the plot, and you eyes flicker to him every couple minutes.

“Are you cold?” You snap your head to him. His voice was low and raspy. He was looking straight at you and you looked away quickly. “Nope, I’m good” you answer quickly and nonchalantly as possible.

Nope-?

NOPE!?

Who’s says nope!?—

“Your shaking” he adds. The room is mostly dark, and his head should have been facing the tv for the past 15 minutes, how would he know you were shaking? You look at him, The surprised expression still on your face. “I’m not-“

“-am I making you nervous?” He smirks. It made you shiver. You furrow your eyebrows together and let out a soft scoff. “Absolutely not- no way” you turn your head back to the tv quickly. You didn’t know how to respond to that. He WAS making you nervous, but why would you ever admit that? And you didn’t want to be too obvious.

You are though…

“Here…” he reaches behind the couch for a blanket, the tosses it on your frame. The action caught you off guard. You almost smiled. Almost. But immediately stoped yourself. “That’s okay, I’m not cold” you tug it off of you in a hurry. Not accepting his gesture. Chaewon and yejun seem to immersed in the raining motorcycle scene to notice the conversation. They were sat on the ground in front of the coffee table sharing a bowl of cheezits.

“Are you sure?” His hand moves to your arm, probably feeling how cold your skin is. “Positive” you snatch your hand away and let out a breath… one you didn’t know you were holding. Why is he so determined to talk to you? You wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation with him. Not when he looks at you the way he does. And not when his girlfriend is right there.

“Do you not like me?” He asks, he soundsd offended. “What? I’m- no I do like you, I mean not like- like like you. But I guess your fine.” He raised his eyebrows at your state. “Not like, fine like attractive fine but more like-… what? Stoping looking at me like that” he lets out a soft laugh. “Sorry, your just kinda awkward, it’s cute” his eyes remain on yours. “And Your really…” “… really attractive?” He finishes for you. You cough to clear your throat then swiftly climb to your feet. You were going to say ‘annoying’. And he probably knows that. “I’m going to get a drink” you grab your phone and begin walking away.

“Im really just trying to make conversation” you hear from behind you. You turn to see him following you into the kitchen. “What?”

Where the heck did Jeno go!?

“You made conversation with everyone but me…” he leans his frame against the counter. “Oh… we’ll I didn’t do it on purpose” you lied. He nods his head. Looking around the kitchen, the kitchen he’s probably seen a million times before, thinking of something to say. “How long have you known Johnny?” He asks, your think for a moment.

He’s just trying to make conversation… what are you so scared of!?

You lean back against the counter behind you. “He’s been a family friend since we were in grade school” you explain. You eyes trained to the tile on the ground. “And yejun?” He pushes himself off the counter to go to the fridge. “I’ve known her since high school… science partners.”

You watch him nod, then grab two cups from the cabinet and pour two drinks. “Nice.. and what about jeno?” You pause and tap your fingers against the counter in thought. “How about you? How do you know Chaewon”

Why the hell would you ask tha-

You are so stupid

“Oh? Chaewon… why? You wanna know if I’m single?” He laughs and hands you the drink. He’s close now. You look at the drink in his hand. “No! I’m just trying to make conversation… that’s what you wanted right?” You defend yourself, which earns another laugh from him. It was beautiful. His face was perfect. His shoulders are broad and he’s taller then you- stop it.

“I want you to NOT dislike me” he corrects and motions the drink to you again and you finally take it. “Well your doing a terrible job.” You turn away from him to take a frustrating sip from the drink. “really? Are you sure? Cause your blushing right now.” You almost spit out the liquid in your mouth. You swallow and turn around to clean what did spill, so he doesn’t see the drink falling from your lips. That would be embarrassing-

Why do you even care.

“You-” you laugh, finding the scene funny. And he joins you, taking the cup from your hand and placing it on the counter to avoid any spilling. “Your name is y/n right?” Turning back to him you take a moment to examine his features. “Yes, y/n l/n” he smiles at that. You can’t tell what he’s thinking but you can see something going on behind his eyes.

“I’m haechan, but my real name is donghyuck. And… if your wondering I AM single”

Donghyuck.

“Donghyuck…” you repeat, hoping to remember in the future. He smiles again. “So… jeno?” He reminds. “Oh.. uh, I met him in class this morning for the fist Time actually.” You shared, with another drink from your cup. “Really!? you met him today? What if he was some kind of… kidnapper or serial killer?” His eyes looked shocked. “I made him promise he wasn’t” you inform with a ‘as a matter’a’fact’ tone. He laughs “oh, well then I guess that’s fair” he agrees sarcastically with a laugh.

You stand in a silence for a moment. But for some reason you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Your body felt more relaxed and you could look him in the eye now. He looked happy that you finally spoke to him. You can tell by his expression, finally; you can read his face. “So… you dislike me still?” He asks taking a sip from his cup. “Yes” he stops and looks at you. Shocked and scared. You can’t help but smile. “What really?” He backs away.

“Yes, because your wearing sandals, and no socks, I can see tour toes” you point to his feet and he follows your finger. Haechan looks at his feet for a moment then rolls his eyes. “Your funny, think I like you a little more now” he responds through a laugh and you join him. “Your lucky I didn’t say anything about the juice that’s still on the corner of your mouth.” He points to your lips. You pause and bring a finger to your mouth. Wiping away the wet spot. “You asshole! That was there the whole time!?” You grab a napkin to clean the area once more. “That’s so embarrassing!” You express. He laughs again. “It was cute” he explains and you flip him off. Earning another smile from him.

“Y/n”

You turn around to see Jeno standing behind Haechan with the book in his hands, and a smile on his face. “Finished the chapter” you smile at him and throw the napkin away. “Great, I was just talking with Donghyuck. Are you ready to highlight?” You walk toward him and Haechan. He pauses for a moment before agreeing. Then you follow him back to the breakfast table to continue working, this time with Haechan joining. You didn’t understand why but for some reason you didn’t mind his presence. Even if you did have to tell him to be quiet so Jeno could focus.

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bungeo-ppangie · 1 year

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penguin on ice // p.sh

ღ pairing. figure skater!sunghoon x gn!reader

ღ contents. romance, fluff

ღ synopsis. "yn, let's go skating!"- in which park sunghoon convinces you to learn how to ice skate with him

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you toppled over onto the ice for the nth time in the past 10 minutes, yelping as you fell.

"don't laugh, hoonie~" you pouted, looking up at your boyfriend. damn, his gorgeous features are still a shock to you every time you see him, even though you've been dating for a year now. it was truly unfair how pretty some people were just destined to be, and you were a firm believer that you weren't one of the lucky few. some people, however, namely sunghoon, thought otherwise.

he couldn't contain his giggles, though, but he helped you up lovingly, skating a tight circle around you to check that you weren't hurt.

"seriously, yn, are you sure you know that you skate with your... you know, skates?" he teased, wrapping his arms around you. you scowled jokingly up at him, quickly holding his hands in a vise grip.

"it's not my fault you're a natural penguin. for all i know, hoon, you were born on a skating rink in ice skates. it would make sense, you know," you stuck your tongue out at the tall boy, hoping that skating would at least distract him from the million and one remarks he usually made at your lack of vertical height.

"yn-ie, stalling won't help you get any better~" sunghoon laughed, gently pulling away from you to rearrange your positions. he was now skating backwards slowly, holding your hands from in front of you. he looked into your eyes, encouraging you to keep skating.

you took a deep breath and obliged, following his lead. remembering what he had taught you the moment you stepped onto the ice, you pushed your feet backwards, angled sideways. somehow, with his hands on yours, you were beginning to get the hang of the tricky activity.

"oh my god, i'm doing it! hoon, look!" you screeched unnecessarily, as his eyes were already lighting up as he looked at you. he laughed, a full laugh that stretched across his face and crinkled the corners of his eyes.

"i'm going to try letting you go now, alright? i'll be right in front of you to catch you if you fall." he said reassuringly, and let go of your hands, despite your protests. "just don't panic, love, and do what you were just doing."

surprisingly, you were soon gliding around the rink, with minimal stumbles. as he promised, hoon caught you every time you were about to fall, making sure to steady you before he let go again.

after an hour and a half, you were cautiously spinning with some guidance from an absolutely tickled hoon. seeing you learn how to skate reminded him of his childhood, on the ice for hours at a time.

"my yn is a genius!" he crowed, gently hugging you after your first success at a full spin as to not set you off-balance. he shamelessly showed your admittedly moderately beginner skills to half the people in the rink with his unabashed loudness. you just laughed at his antics, glad he was enjoying himself so much.

to your delight, hoon started to show off more as the rink cleared. he did several jumps and spins, even going as far as a triple axel, a move he had been working on in his spare time for a few weeks now. you sat on the ice and watched in awe as he glided across the ice, his every move polished and weightless. even though you had only mentioned this as a joke a few times, he truly did seem to be a natural on the ice.

he really was uncannily similar to a penguin- the most gorgeous, graceful penguin ever. and the best part? he was your beloved penguin.

#park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon #enha fluff #enha #enhypen #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fanfic

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corpsebasil · 7 months

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Triple Threat Headcannons Before Part 4

if you haven’t read triple threat check my Masterlist!

Ansel:

- most attractive of the siblings. like, this man could model if he didn’t have such a twisted mind

- most like Stu; crazier than his younger siblings

- would gladly kill you if it meant he kept his siblings safe

- was the first one out of foster home and managed to get custody of his younger siblings and he would’ve killed lots of people that tried to get in the way

- preferred weapon is a gun. yes, a gun, though he can use anything he puts his hands on

- has a habit of being extremely loud at random moments. like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he just SCREECHES like a cat at the top of his lungs

- pays for almost everything even though no one asks where he’s getting the money

- I feel like he’d have hazel eyes. idk.

- tall. tall.

- calls himself ‘the Joker’ as his nickname because he identifies with the character. his fave Joker is Heath Ledger.

- love love loooves pizza.

Matteo:

- calmest of the three.

- there’s speculation that he may or may not be Billy’s son, thanks to the slight differences in his appearance than his siblings, but no one addresses that or knows.

- has medical experience. need stitches? check. need to go to the hospital? don’t bother, Matteo’s got you.

- has the most level head and highest intelligence in the family. reads a lot, mostly non-fiction.

- not shy but is quiet and reserved. extremely loyal and only truly interacts with his brother and sister.

- definitely brown eyed. like big baby cow eyes, but don’t let that make you think you’re safe.

- makes most of the decisions. he’s the general of a small army of three and pulls Ansel and Lola in line sometimes.

Lola:

- devious woman.

- on the shorter side and absolutely gorgeous. dark hair and eyes like Matteo but her features are closer to Stu than Matteo’s are.

- I feel like she’s a major girl’s girl. wanna get a pumpkin spice latte and then watch a horror movie? hell to the fuckin’ yeah.

- super friendly and flirty but she’d still cut you.

- never had feelings for Ethan although she flirts with him from time to time just for entertainment.

- her favorite book is ‘Bunny’.

- can’t cook but she sure can rack up the charges on Ansel’s card through Uber Eats.

- makes the best margarita you’ll ever try.

- extremely smart when it comes to engineering. she literally hand-crafts her own bombs.

#triple threat #Stu’s kids #Ansel macher #matteo macher #stu macher #Ghostface #scream 7 #Ethan landry #scream six

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mimisempai · 2 years

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As long as the sun rises, there is hope

Summary

Dream takes advantage of Hob's habit of sleeping with opened shutters to admire his sleeping lover under the sunlight. Everything is perfect, but deep inside him a doubt remains. Would Hob also end up leaving him one day?

Everything is perfect, but deep inside him a doubt remains, would Hob also end up leaving him one day?

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Flufftober Day 3 - Sunlight

On AO3

Rating G - 1163 words

There were plenty of things Dream didn't know about Hob before that he noticed now that they were close.

Hob was amusingly full of little habits.

He played with his pen when he was stressed.

He would bite his lip when he was concentrating.

He triple-checked that the door was locked when he left the house.

The sound on the television always had to be on an even number and all the switches had to be on the same setting.

When he slept, he was covered up to his head but always let his feet out.

Hob had many little habits, Dream had noticed them all and even found most of them adorable.

But, the one Dream liked best was that he never closed the shutters.

Hob had told him that he liked the view of the starry sky before going to sleep.

It was Dream's favorite little habit, because, thanks to this habit, at this moment, the morning sun rays were illuminating the bed and especially the body of his sleeping lover.

After their secular meetings to see each other only in the dark corners of the tavern, he could now see Hob in the sunlight.

Hob was made for the sunlight.

Dream turned to his lover and watched him, his head resting on his hand.

Hob was sleeping soundly on his stomach, one arm wrapped around his pillow, and the other that had been curled around Dream's waist most of the night was now resting between them.

The comforter had slid to the side and his skin had an even more golden hue from the sunlight streaming through the window.

His hair fell over his forehead and Dream couldn't resist pushing it away from his face, just to admire the peaceful expression of his lover as he slept.

Hob was always so lively and full of life, what he had been through had never affected his love of life and seeing him so vulnerable in front of him, Dream only wanted to take him with him to protect him and keep him safe.

But Dream didn't just want to look anymore, he also wanted to touch and kiss, so he slid towards Hob to be closer to him and started to place light kisses on his back, enjoying the goosebumps that followed the path of his lips.

Hob hummed into his pillow, but didn't move, his body just reacting to the touch of Dream's lips and hands.

When he saw him smile, Dream said in a falsely pouty tone, " You sure took your time waking up, I was starting to get lonely."

Hob opened his eyes and rewarded Dream with his best smile before saying softly, "You were lonely were you?" Hob crawled over and climbed onto Dream until he was almost lying on top of him and continued, "Maybe I can make myself useful?"

He lowered his head and placed his lips on Dream's in a long, deep kiss. Warm like the sun rays that enveloped them.

They made the kiss last, without trying to go further, enjoying the laziness of the moment and the sun rays were much higher when they finally separated.

Hob was still lying on top of Dream and was gently running his fingers through his hair, admiring the delicate features of her face.

He whispered in wonder, "You're so gorgeous," and closed the space between them again to press a chaste kiss to his lover's lips. When he lifted his head, Hob saw with delight that Dream's hair was tousled now and then looking down at his face, he was surprised at Dream's vulnerable expression.

Hob let himself slip off Dream's body and putting his hand on his chest, he asked him softly, "Hey, what's wrong?"

Dream grabbed his hand and, intertwining their fingers, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Hob... don't let me ruin this."

Hob looked at him in concern, "What do you mean? Why should you ruin this?"

Dream sighed before answering. "Everyone I've ever loved either ended up leaving me or I made them leave. It's like there's something inside me that keeps the ones I love from staying."

Hob's heart tightened at Dream's obvious distress. He brought their entwined hands to his lips and replied softly, "Then explain to me why, when you didn't come in 1989, when I didn't know the reason, I persisted in coming almost every day in the Inn, with the hope that you would come? Even though we had parted in this way? Maybe they were not the right people for you, maybe you were not the right person for them, there are so many factors that can lead to the failure of a relationship. And if in some of them you probably made mistakes, in others it wasn't your fault. And you've changed since then, right? Even though I only saw you every hundred years, I could see it. You yourself should know, never to take anything for granted."

Hob leaned over and kissed him gently before continuing, "And I don't see anything unlovable about you. Nothing that makes me want to leave. You won't get rid of me that easily from me my Lord Dream of the Endless."

Dream hid his face with his arm and whispered, "Hope..."

"What?" Hob asked with a puzzled look on his face as he lifted Dream's arm to see him.

Dream, her eyes glistening with unshed tears replied with an emotion filled voice, "Hope... when I faced Lucifer, I realized that nothing could kill hope and I didn't fully understand that I knew the incarnation of hope. That I met him every hundred years. You, Robert Gadling, are hope. Maybe you received immortality on a whim, for a little experiment, but I believe that you received it because you are hope. And that nothing can kill hope. Because even in the darkest corners, you are able to see the light. Because even in my darkest corners you put your light there."

Hob was going to deflect and make a joke, but Dream knew him now and wouldn't let him.

"Don't even try to deny it. You're doing this. You. "

Hob gave a half smile, and asked, "If I am hope and you are dream, then don't you think it's a match made in heaven? If I am hope then believe in me, believe in us and don't let the past keep you from believing in the future."

"I've made up my mind. I'm not going to die.

There's so much to do, so many things to see."

More than six hundred years later Hob still had the same state of mind, the same faith, even stronger, despite all he had been through.

As his lover looked at him, smiling, confident, Dream could only surrender.

And let hope bloom in his heart.

He drew Hob against him in a warm embrace.

An embrace as warm as the sunlight.

As warm as the one he held in his arms.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Dreamling Flufftober here

Dreamling Masterlist here

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #dreamling fic #centennial husbands #centennial boyfriends #morpheus #morpheus x hob #hob x morpheus #flufftober2022 #flufftober

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zaynehelps · 11 months

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GO! PRINCESS PRECURE : HARUNO HARUKA

142 unedited icons of Haruno Haruka from the movie Go! Princess Pretty Cure: Go! Go!! Gorgeous Triple Feature!!! — get it on ko-fi.

#go! princess precure #haruno haruka #icons : mine #freebie

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cre0n · 1 year

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WASP -Tennessee Yella

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqm3eo4nDUE

"12, 12, 12, 12, one, two. This is a representation of the mountain drives, endless gravel driveways, luxury cabins and wasp hideaways. Nobody else but the liquidity streams themselves. That state of minding the minds' well. Yeah gorgeous, Eye even loved you in Hell"

Breathing through the gills of amnionic Writing 3-Peat classics and a Masterpiece It was written on her walls if she got any Forged in platonic engines of unreal peace Who gotcha own beats. Yeah? Who got beef? Nothing but the macking and love for the lovers Jealous ass #### ##### punks can't touch us Keep the cornmeal in her pantry if she raised right We having turkey necks on slave night (12) Back in contention never lost my straddle Side halts up and plummets new rattles Creates babies like Jack in the platform battles As lovely as you and new fabric, paddles (12) Pedals, metal Stainless treble

"Man listen, y’all cats in here should have already beat me to the punch on this "vibe". The greatest , don't matter if we all ONE. Nobility says different while remaining indifferent. The center column and avalanche the whole game off slaloms...... Salamu alaykum"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xb_GXGiN7tU

P-H the runoff not one harvest use Pure Masonry burp the jar leveraged Magic, let her cure Influenza running it's course, Rene got me rocked Big C Big D energy Triple 7's Bloodclot Who the fuck is this? What you want from Me? It's Souf Kak all day every day my destiny ATL my hoe Bitch used to be my manager, my wife though But Cre ain't fucking round Yo'................ (Yo) Get sacrificed blown on Halloween and shit My children is who these folks be dealing with Kids get corrected baby Goats, Baphomet bitch Weeks 5-8 of flower nutrients are rejected Over feeding pigs, where your chain? Not respected

"Make my music sound like Gaawwd talking young nigga. You see your uncle over there? Go tell em' his momma ain't shit. The Elephant has entered it. Cold as a rink puck when my point center it. Rack and pinion featuring the control arms. Kelp in these tomatoes, performing like Juilliard."

A year later screen saver, dragon armor now and later Ego's look like Creon and niggas know Eye'm the Man though Eye can shoulder lean and gives a fuck 'bout a sample "Da Man" though invested in this bearish channel Head and shoulders trample, Taurus 4-21 Emmanuel Volleyball thighs, new bae is a doctor and she so fine Never mind Eye lost her P-T weeks ago from J-C True Story Nobody got the hint or the rent They reading for Egyptian shit Reap quantum hips, kissed with platinum lips Fingertips dipped with lithium strips Patched Xeon as a border Cre been a Hova, carried my next gen twice over This highway Bae stretches to primordial waters The charters Eye've drawn up and granted Enlil's folks can't stand it Got-damnit Making pace at my Isle's Corners, for Tanner and Connor Correspondence always starts "In your grace, we come with honor."

"Well damn forever...... let's just get back to the love making bruh......"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwgOquaaZG0

Foaming at the mouth in the Moonlight Powered by a H-D sunrise........... "Daisy's, Chariots, Wild Dragon Fruit" Eye employed vagina that paid other coochie Then they all talked shit six digits mad sue me With you babe, it's endless samples Flawed trajectory send it to the playlist, new channels Channeling a Goddess of the gawk The game ball goes to her hermit with his chalk

"Shit buddy if Eye'm gonna be me then why not. All eyes when this does down in our Grand Canyon. Nitrogen for Cobb County. Gwinnett is always a bet. You kept it what? Hardly. Creon came from Hilman, for real. Creon came from the trap, for real. Now it's the center column, Kundalini problems that become serpents burning with the urchins."

Nigga like pulling up carpet with an art-kit

Trichomes opaque hit of Auburn, market

Spiritual reserve with the moxie of a Fed

What you lie with making your bed, oversaid

Overstood from our underworld, mass tribunals

Ego funerals, Underwriters of living trust

Over the rainbow, his Tin man’s rust

What your bitch ass ‘cordial’ sheep movement, kudos

My daddy once told me Eye couldn’t listen to Biggie

Eye got bigger said he was broke, my shadow self is shitty

Upstate made you see a different View

Rebel Co. 4 Life... (finish the rest)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGLbZZjygqA

Bobby in Tuscaloosa

Headed to Mississippi

Pancake 30 Deep

Tennessee nest drippy

Publishing Creon is Jordan Know thyself so important Hodl the new hoarding Trust me my source is foreign Hair done make-up all that Eye just wanna suck on your neck Lined up 3-Point ball racks #-#-#-# Fall back Fuck your producer and his tracks Better show Love, where your heart at? Dashing out ain't wise jack Bring the Wombman back to her infancy In the glory days we made peace And made babies with big sticks Naw chick Eye got a 90's vibe Fuck you mean? Eye am the Prize Ain't falling for no spoiled acts Self-vacay photos void of macks Them girl's trips wasn't all that Stop faking shit you lonely brats If Eye had a little girl she'd get attention (spoiled) Gotta do your history on this lineage pimpin' Bases covered, nothing missing Except you and you bullshittin' (HA) Bobby on I-20, headed to Caledonia Another contractor folder The office on Peachtree Dot Gov is beneath me Showing up in the flesh where he from cuz? HELL, now bail and grab a ref Ain’t no rules when schooling is abused They want 'passport ready' You buying land over there fool??? Six digits without the label hitting Seven off moods Eye save bread from not buying cable, how rude (Roku)

.....*Vibes, *Universe, *Energy, *Toxic, *Lashes, *Independent, *Passports, *STOP IT.......

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBDMO5zrU5I

CREON: Play me something from Tennessee my Ego would get on... why not CRE: Gotcha... Humans...

HOOK:

Let me play with your hair While Eye kick off a War Fucked around with Billy Carson Cause' I got tired of being poor My corporation built off partnerships, with AJ Simmons Breonca fearless seeing hives, producing nectar spirits On that '94 suicide route, rectangle pizza Stab you with a lunchroom fork, you dare tell a teacher Eye am the shit, Eye am a Boss Eye am Loved, Now what it Cost? Put my life on the moneyline, didn't get no receipts Rebel Co. Deep, Creon Solo, and still no beef Chairman of the Galactic Federation, be the Lord She say she reads my Classics for fun, sometimes she get's bored (Bitch) You in Atlanta? Take your shoes off, when y’all come through that door

HOOK:

12 years ON and guess what Eye'm still ON Found endless talent kept the balance, off a mothafuckin phone And that's before phones were ON Retina scan unknown Don't smoke no bullshit in my Home Chandon Rozay a Bel-Air too, while turning Netflix on Let me play with your Melanin While kicking off Armageddon Humble power still checking You checking up on this macking? Young hot babe celebrities This publishing is immaculate Flowing like some ejaculate The black fist be backing it Well over six the first season, yo my business is happening It feels like Memphis back in 2000 Every stream cracking Of course when it drops the kitchen Motion steps grease listens The prize, the main and best believe all the fixings (Who?) ............

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrar7FoJjKw

"When Eye don't even have to do it. Eye can just write this and let the rest ride. You already know the gravity. Enjoy."

CAROLINA. REAL. ESTATE. OVER. NIGGAS.

-CREON

#12 #30mil #For CreMarr #Instant classic #transcendent #playing with light #masterpiece

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lupincentral · 1 year

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More good news for fans of Lupin III in Italy!

Three television specials, Italian Game (2016), Goodbye Partner (2019), and Prison of the Past (2019), are due for release on Blu-ray as part of a triple-pack film release during early 2023.

While each has been made available via streaming services in the country previously, this triple-pack set marks the first time each has released in physical media format, on home video. The set features some gorgeous new packaging, shown below, and will set the standard for special / film releases in the country going forwards.

#lupin the iii #lupin sansei #lupin the 3rd #lupin the third #lupin #anime

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casperfergy · 7 months

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Chapter 2

the few and strange

I walk up the steps to the orphanage the day gloomy the night wrong and my life turned upside down.

The lady answered the door stiff. "What do you want?"

"Excuse Me Miss but this young lady needs a home." The kind woman from the last house that I was at brought me to the orphanage.

"Are you going to be any trouble?" Looks at me eyebrow raised.

"No mam," I sadly say.

"OK, then you can stay but you will be earning your keep like all the kids do. Do we understand?"

"Yes mam," as I begin to puddle.

The lady lets me in, and as I'm going in she talks to someone else about a room for me. Apparently they are so full they've had to double if not triple on children in rooms. And they talk about chores that I can do including dishwashing and working in the garden. So I figure at the very least I get some food in my belly and I have something to do. I want to make friends but at this point I really don't care I miss my family I miss my life from before but I know it won't ever be the same I miss my uncle being so protective of me and causing trouble together, I miss my mom I miss my dad I miss my old life. But past is past, even if your past is in the future. They found a room for the night for me and as I lay on my bed I Let Go and cry all night.

The next morning my new roommate's and I have some time together to get to know each other. The others have got to know each other quite well and are friends but unfortunately they are bullies they make fun of the other kids who are different and the fact I am their new roommate they expect me to join in and do the same but I cannot. I cannot make fun of others because they themselves are different in a way that I am different if not better for theirs is able to be concealed quite easily. As the years pass I go from room to room trying to find roommates that will at least tolerate me and I can tolerate them. But there's always some problem whether it's them causing trouble with me or when I finally let down my guard and they see how I actually look they run and hide and tell the Mistress of the house that I'm a freak and they don't want to room with me. And this goes on and on for a few years.

As I am growing up I hear about this boy in the same orphanage no one wants to be around him either. People say he causes trouble and pain everywhere he goes. And I can't help myself but have my interest piqued wanting to know more about this boy. That at one point hearing no one else wants to room with him either, the head mistress asks me if I would like to try and room with him. Of course I say yes, after all at the very least I could find someone who's tolerable even if they don't say anything. At least have some sort of decorum between the both of us.

That very night I meet him and I can't help but think he's gorgeous with his curly dark hair and sharp features and I don't know what it is but he feels familiar you know it's a familiar feeling around him although I can't pinpoint it or understand it just yet. But his eyes look dark and lonely and you can see the wall behind his eyes when he first meets someone. My only wish tonight is to knock down even one of those walls.

"Little miss this is Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle this is Y/N Y/L/N. Tom this is your new roommate and due to the fact no one else wants to be roommates with either one of you I think you guys should get rather well acquainted, cuz this situation will be permanent."

"Hi," I say and pull my hand out.

"Hello," he says and instead of shaking my hand he goes to grab and kiss the back of my hand which makes me feel all fluttery inside and I can't help but blush.

Wonderfully we develop more than just the decorum but an actual friendship it's so easy just to be me around him and vice versa. We're so similar and yet so different we both have this power that we don't quite understand yet but we're trying and maybe, just maybe, we can help each other out to learn from one another. After all we went from being troubled to causing the trouble and having fun while doing it.

We've gotten quite close in such little time but one day Tom had a visitor and had the ability to go to a different School. So of course you know I just hung around him more knowing that this was a boarding school so during the school year he would go off to school and stay there while I'm stuck here with everyone else. I felt like I was losing someone all over again although I know I wasn't I will see him back in the summer but he had become like a family member to me like a part of me. To let go of him even just for a few months was like severing your arm from the rest of your body. It made me curious about the visitor, it made me curious about the school. But most of all it made me curious about Tom and wondering if he was going to be okay there and why he's leaving me behind. And still why does this feeling around him feel so familiar.

For a couple of years, even just for those two months I enjoy every minute of time I get from him. During the year it's pretty much just study study study work work. And now I have my own job outside of the orphanage, I get to work at a daycare as a helper and gardener. I get to help not with the kids but with the animals, and with the plants outside. Plants and animals have always been my thing but that might be because of my special gift since I can talk two and control both. I always said animals have always been a lot nicer then people. But maybe it's because they're friendship is all so simple, people want the drama so I don't want people, well except one.

#tom riddle × reader #series #smut #chapter 2 #Made a Rose fell for a Riddle #part 2

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thirstworldproblemss · 2 years

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Back again, not even going to introduce myself, just open the goddamn door to your askbox lady so I can start shouting about the greatness that is @foxilayde

I am not joking when I say I am recommended every. single. story. on her goddamned masterlist. EVERY single one.

I am not even going to pick favourites, I am simply highlighting the most recent one I read, that I read. and read. and re-read. Then fucking read again while I was on hiatus like Goldie Hawn in Death becomes her rewinding the VHS tape again and again and again and again until the authorities come to take me away:

Don’tYouDare featuring my favourite Santiago, and I don't like even have words, because my brain melted into my panties and I couldn't scoop it back up and now I can barely words. It is a brilliant fucking piece. And I am dead. That is all.

Favorite Fanworks Fic (& Author) Rec:

Don’t You Dare by @foxilayde [Triple Frontier: Santi x f!reader smut]

(Last few days to send in a rec for twp’s “Show Me the Fanworks!” Celebration)

Oh hey! Another one I haven’t read yet!!

I only recently discovered Danny’s stuff myself, and omg, I am dead in awe!! (The gorgeous descriptions!? The absolute filth!?!? I simply cannot!)

I also cannot wait to read this fic!! Thanks, ‘boots!!

🧡 twp

[Edited to Add: All recs now compiled on the Fav Fanworks Rec List]

#fav fanworks rec ask #santiago garcia #santi garcia x reader #foxilayde #twp's show me the fanworks celebration #astroboots

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exsqueezememacaroni · 1 year

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Hearing Mike Patton: the big list

OK here we go. My Mike Patton listening journey so far, opinions on what I've heard. This is a rolling WIP - I'll be making edits to the original post as I see fit. Please don't reblog (lol, there's a no reblogs feature now - so you can't!) but feel free to comment/reply. Long post, so it's under a cut.

the Mike Patton bands (more that 1 studio album as a full member/lead) in order of preference

#1 Tomahawk - you know I love this band and I pretty much love everything about it. John's driving drums, Duane's soundscape guitar, Mike's perfect blend of creeped out whispers, raw powerful singing, and just audible triple-tracked screaming. And horror of horrors, I prefer Kevin's sludgy simple punk bass to Trevors, like, good playing

Studio Albums: Self Titled: I have listened through this album more times than I can count. One of my s-tier. The first four songs are basically perfect imo. Every song makes me wanna fuck Mike dirty on the floor, ahem. Least favorite is POP 1 - frankly I don't love the inflection in his voice during the verses think the verses are a liiiittle to whiny sounding. Mit Gas: Was my intro to this band and still one of my faves, though ST just edges it out. This time the middle of the album is the best to me, You Can't Win through Capt. Midnight. I want to like Desastre Natural, but I just don't, sorry Mike! Anonymous: Ok - I actually do love LISTENING to this album, but I kind of hate that it exists. I want someone to tell me it's not cultural appropriation. Antelope Ceremony is such a wonderful bop and I love Mike's vocals and chill little interlude/bridge. Crow Dance is fantastic. Cradle Song can suck it. Oddfellows: As mentioned I'm actually not a huge fan of Trevor just within the context of this band. Like, the songs are still Tomahawkesque, but they're too...normal? Tight? Eh, it's pretty good but strangely my least favorite of the catalogue. IOU is good Rise Up Dirty Waters is good, I do not like White Hats/Black Hats. Tonic Immobility: I probably haven't listened through this as often as I should, maybe just a few times. But I remember liking it better than Oddfellows. So maybe Trevor is redeemed. The first 3 songs are great....and then I don't remember the rest of the album off the top of my head! Live Shows/Bootlegs: I think I've listened to/watched basically all the bootlegs and live show videos available on yt. Some multiple times. Listen - I love this band. Particular bootleg highlights (that I remember) are of course the London Astoria 2002 show, the House of Blues shows in 2003, and the Stockholm 2002 show cuz it came off the soundboard. Listening to the first tour is really fun to hear how the band learns to play live with each other. And how Birdsong, Mayday and Harelip get developed. I wish I knew the scratch lyrics, and I bet so does Mike 😂. How I wish there was better quality video footage of the first tour. Like with every fiber of my being. Mike Patton was SERVING LOOKS. Special note that I think Trevor during the Oddfellows tour looks pretty dang cute! And you know what, the more I listen to the Oddfellows tour show, the more I'm appreciating the songs off it...I still don't love White Hats/Black Hats, but live Mike does put a good spin on it.

#2 Mr. Bungle - The partner band to my proper introduction to Mike Patton. They're only second because I truly find I end up listening to Tomahawk more often. The range between albums coming from the same core trio is gorgeous. Bär and Danny (and Theo, while he was with them) are incredible. The live band is master class. The live shows have some fucking balls. Sorry, I don't count Scott or Dave as part of the band!

Studio Albums: Self Titled: I mean, what can I say? It's definitely ska! (lolololol). It almost doesn't even make sense to talk about any Bungle album. But really, I strangely appreciate how earnest (???) this album is. You can just tell these are a bunch of kids who love...sounds. And love making music together. Mike's high pitched vocals are tempered by good growl-ly stuff. Travolta is an obvious favorite, Egg maybe a less obvious favorite??? The "no place like home" bit makes me so happy. Even though it's my url namesake, Squeeze Me Macaroni is pretty silly and might be my least fave? Disco Volante: Sometimes when I'm sad I'll listen to this album and it will almost always make me feel better, even though it has no reason to. It's not my favorite album of theirs, but it's definitely an important one, and I have deep love for it. Every track is my favorite...even Backstrokin! (fartn', pissn', strokn' my fuckin dick) For some reason After School Special always makes me think it's a TMBG-influenced track?? California: Ya, I know, obvious fave, but it really is. I just think it's more of an actual uh, cohesive?, album than DV is. And it's got, like, songs! Retrovertigo has been a sleeper, but it might just be my favorite right now. My favorite on my first listen was Ars Moriendi. It's sacrilege, but I don't love Pink Cigarette. Raging Wrath of the Easter Bunny: Again, probably the studio album from Mr. Bungle that I've listened to the least, but it's still good and I do like it. I just need to be in the mood for it. I think it would make a killer live show and it pisses me off that people are mad at them for the tour set. Like, what did you expect from this band? Hoo boy, let's see - I like Raping Your Mind, Anarchy Up Your Anus and Eracist, and I think I need to listen to the album more to compare the rest! Demos: Crap, I am such a bad Bungle fan, I haven't listened to any of them all the way through. I'll get on that and report back. Live Shows/Bootlegs: I am pretty sure I have seen all the available yt video footage of live shows from ST tour to the Cali tour? I haven't completely seen any pre-album shows. And I've listened to maybe 30% of the bootlegs starting from the ST tour, but honestly mostly from the DV and Cali tours. I'm such a hyprocrite and I haven't listened to/seen any of the RWOTEB shows completely. The early Bungle show videos are just so bonkers, they must have just felt so fucking alive then. Mike with the shaved sides (when you could see his head) is perfect. And I particularly love the two bootlegs from the 1999 Bowery Ballroom shows. Mike is like super nice to the crowd, and the crowd is so super nice to the band?!?

#3 Faith No More - Ha ha, FNM is only 3rd! And it's true, I just never really listened to much from this band until maybe December last year. I remember that infamous bf playing me the whole of TRT and I just cannot listen to Mike being that high pitched for that long. But since listening to the Download Festival 2009 show casually while working, I've fallen pretty hard. I appreciate what everyone's bringing to the sound - for me it's Billy that really sells it and while I think the synths/keyboard add a lot, I wish there was just more. to. them. I must admit my guitarists in order are Trey (ya!), Jim, Jon, Dean. I'll just be listing Mike era output.

Studio Albums: The Real Thing: Yup, still can't listen to this one too often. I do not like Epic. I don't even like when Mike sings Epic in his mature voice. My fave song from this album is Woodpecker From Mars. That should tell you something. The Real Thing is pretty great. Edge of the World is fun, but it was only on the cassette supposedly?? Angel Dust: Ah, the golden child of FNM albums. I love it, but it's not my favorite, simply because I dislike Kindergarten SO MUCH. Not like "oh I don't love it", no, I heavily dislike this song. But everything else is great. Midlife Crisis the obvious fave, and the first half of the album is just fantastic, but if I had to chose one it actually might be Caffeine. King for A Day...: Yup, it's this one. This one is my favorite. Maybe it's Trey adding magic guitar dust. Maybe because they recorded in Woodstock and gave it some east coast flavor. Honestly maybe it's because there isn't much keyboard. But I think this album is such an engaging listen and I have a good time whenever I do. Ricochet is wonderful, The Gentle Art of Making Enemies sounds 10X better live but does the job in the studio (I really wish he hadn't choked up his vocals on the 2nd "you need something wet in your mouth"), and I have a real fondness for Ugly in the Morning. What the hell is Star A.D. doing here? Album of the Year: I think it's just Mike that doesn't like this album at this point? Ya some of the songs sound a little like throwaways...but they're still easy on the ears. Like I kinda love how sweeping, (gentle?), and sentimental a lot of it is. The way Mike belts the last lines in Ashes to Ashes does something to my body that I cannot possibly describe. Sol Invictus: Fuck, I really just check out on Mike after like, 2010, huh? I have listened through this album exactly once. It was fine, and I have no idea why I haven't listened to it again (I just started listening to it again right now...I think I need to talk about older Mike's 'Tom Waits' voice at some point, oh and maybe his like, thrash screech voice too, I'm still a fan of him growling like a dog though) Live Shows/Bootlegs: Mike is almost always better live, and for me it's most apparent in FNM shows. I think he gets some flack for seeming checked out??? during shows (maybe not being faithful to the songs?), but I don't know how you could look at any performance and not see Mike giving all of himself to the music. He knows how the song goes, he just something else to say. Anyway I will always be entranced by the 1997 London Astoria Show (god help me) AND the 1997 Brixton Academy Show (and fuck). And where would we be without the 1995 Santiago Chile show? And and? On god there are so, so many good ones... omg and all the TV appearances! The professional footage from the reunion shows are beautiful, and the tour is so much fun, but most of them don't have the same charm as the shitty bootlegs and I particularly dislike the Area 4 Festival 2009 video, with the exception of Patton's stripper euro. I've listened to probably 15% of the audio bootlegs, just a couple with Chuck, there are so ding dang many of them, and there is so much video footage, I'm just less desperate for them. Ok, and last thing, I do appreciate the changed lyrics on Epic for live shows ("so you lay down on it and you FUCK it some more," "What is it? It's SHIT!"). They make the song 10% more bearable.

(sorry I got distracted by yet another Tomahawk 2001 video, and now it's time for bed - more to come)

#4 Fantômas - Does this count as a solo project since it's all Mike's aural vision? Either way, I know I'd be more legit if I placed them higher on the list...but....I'm getting there. It's just that I mostly am listening to all this while I'm working, and you just can't listen to Fantômas while doing something else. You gotta sit with headphones, preferably in the dark, eyes closed. Or at least I do. The good thing is, listening to this band has really prepared me for Adult Themes for Voice, at least the few tracks I've heard off it (like, I just picture Mike in his hotel room, hearing all of Fantômas, but only the vocals coming out). And all that being written, the technical ability and, funnily, musicality it takes to pull this off is just staggering. Of course Trevor was on board, but kudos to Dave and Buzzo for saying yes and smashing it.

Studio Albums: Fantômas: Actually, I initially rated this one lowest, but it's growing on me after a few listens. I'd probably put this one and The Director's Cut in a tie, but still under Suspended Animation. With a couple more run-throughs, it might rise to clear second. It doesn't make sense with anything except TDC to talk about tracks, right? I do like how convincing it is as a soundtrack, and I love when Mike sounds like he's truly descending from outer space, only to land on the power lines. The Director's Cut: Would it help if I actually knew the originals? I did have to listen to this one also a few times to get into it, and I have to admit, I like that it has songs. Rosemary's Baby IS really good. And I have a soft spot for Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me. Spider Baby is silly - do I like it? I dunno. Delìrivm Còrdia: Suspended Animation:

#5 Dead Cross -

#Mike Patton #just mike patton for now #the big list #long post #aka: someone with no musical talent and a bum ear gives unfounded opinions

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