#i swear that guitar better make another appearance

[endlessnightlock]

If you feel inspired, #10 “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” from the random prompt list <3

Her dad's guitar takes up a fair amount of space in Katniss's lap, boxy but lightweight, with room to hide behind when her nerves get the better of her. Slightly battered and smooth from use, the balsawood is cool to the touch when she picks its strings and makes it sing. But she's getting antsy, so she puts her guitar in its case and wanders over to the corner of the stage. She's careful to stay hidden behind the heavy velvet curtain. Ms. Trinkett will give her the devil if she catches her peeking out.

People are trickling into the high school auditorium: classmates, a few teachers, and a smattering of parents. She sees Gale and the rest of her cousins file into a row near the stage with Hazelle. Prim and her parents have been here for a while. Katniss hopes the auditorium won't be too full when Principal Flickerman starts the show. She's not a confident performer. Singing and playing are more of a compulsion for her, a hunger she has to feed rather than a bid for attention.

When the clock ticks down to zero (performance time! Ms. Trinkett brightly states), she's waiting for her turn to go on stage with the guitar strapped to her chest.

Madge starts the show with a classical piece. The school's piano is out of tune, but her best friend makes it work. Katniss can't keep the smile off her face. Madge is the shyest person she knows, and she's proud of her friend for getting over that fear to play tonight.

"Wow. Did you know she could play like that?" Peeta Mellark asks. Somehow he'd wandered away from the group he was standing with and up to her side.

Katniss gives a sharp nod, surprised he said anything at all. Not that he doesn't talk. He's popular, friendly, and always hanging out with one group or another. He just never talks to her.

"I mean, of course you do," he laughs at himself. "Is that why you're such good friends? Shared talent?"

She shrugs. "Maybe." She's never considered that before, but he might be on to something.

"Nothing like twenty questions before we go onstage. I'm just a little nervous. Talk too much when that happens."

"No, it's okay," she says. A strain of nervousness makes her insides tight, too. She decides she likes talking to Peeta. He says what he's thinking, but in a more thought-out way than she can pull off. Words stumble across her lips, leaving her embarrassed more often than not. "You can talk. It's not too much."

Peeta grins at her.

"Um, what are you doing?" she asks. "Not like, life in general. For the show."

"Comedy. Going to try getting laughs out of my dumb jokes."

"Oh. I didn't know you did that."

"Me neither, until two weeks ago when they posted the sign-up sheet. I had to find a way to get into the show."

"I was dragged here kicking and screaming. That's brave of you to try something new."

"Or stupid. We'll see." Peeta says. "I know you have a beautiful singing voice, but I didn't know you played."

"My dad taught me. This is his, actually." She pats the fretboard, keeping her eyes on the strings, feeling shy at the compliment. "I didn't know you'd heard me sing."

"I think it was your first public appearance. Kindergarten. Mrs. Paylor asked if anyone knew The Valley Song. Your hand shot up, and when you stood on your chair and sang, my fragile 5-year-old heart was lost," he says.

"That didn't happen," she says.

"Swear to god. You had on a red checkered dress, and your hair was in two long braids. I like your hair tonight, too. It's really pretty."

"Thank you," she murmurs. Katniss pats the braided, pinned updo her mother did for her. She likes the old-fashioned style because it feels in keeping with her mountain heritage.

Vague memories of that red and white dress invade her mind. She does her hair in a single braid most days because it's long and gets everywhere if she doesn't, and she did wear it in two as a child.

"You have an incredible memory."

Peeta shrugs, smiling down at the tips of his shoes.

"Peeta, you're next dear," Ms. Tinkett says, bringing Katniss back to herself. Madge's song was over three students ago in the rotation, and she hadn't even noticed.

"Wish me luck?" Peeta asks her quietly.

"Good luck," she says, kind of dumbfounded by their conversation. She'd caught Peeta looking her way when he thought she didn't notice but never considered what that meant.

She couldn't hear most of Peeta's stand-up routine, but she caught amused laughter from the audience. When it was her turn to go onstage and stand in the spotlight, their conversation was still in the forefront of her mind, and she found her fingers moving over the strings, playing The Valley Song and remembering the little curly blond headed boy from kindergarten.

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Kiss and Make Up

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN have their first argument. Warning: swearing

YN’s POV: The Take Me Home tour was well underway, I felt so lucky to be able to join the boys on the tour being Louise’s assistant. I’d learnt so much already and it had only just begun. Tonight the boys are playing at LG Arena in Birmingham, they had just finished rehearsing ahead of the evening show so were now free to do as they pleased. In the boy's shared dressing room, Niall was sitting on the arm of the large sofa, that Liam was laying across, strumming random tunes on his guitar and Louis and Zayn were yet to appear. Harry’s arm was draped over my shoulder as we sat as one on the opposite sofa to the two boys. I was scrolling through my Instagram and Twitter as the boys chatted about the tour so far, how they were excited to play in their hometown and just overall how happy they are.

“So..Liam are your Mum and Dad comin’ tonight ‘en..because Birmingham is close to them isn’t it?” Niall asked as he continued to strum his guitar. “Uh yeah they are actually..I dunno if my sisters are though” Liam explained from his position on the sofa “Do I need to warn them about your thing for the boy's sisters Harry?” Liam teased.

I felt Harry chuckle next to me, and the next thing said made my chest tight and my stomach twist “Yeah..once I get bored with YN, I’ll charm yours and win them over”. The three boys laughed but Harry’s arm around you suddenly felt heavy on your shoulder. Was that all I was to him, someone to use until he found better? I couldn’t stay in this room any longer, I needed to get out. I could take a joke, heck I loved the jokes and pranks the boys would pull but this wasn’t funny. I got up without saying a word and stomped towards the door “Where you going?” Harry asked, completely oblivious to what his words had done. I ignored him, not wanting to talk right now and continued to walk out the door and down the corridor heading towards the bathroom at the end of it. The tears were going to spill any second, I felt them in the corners of my eyes making my vision blurry.

“Aww there she is..you alright Tiny?” my brother’s voice startled me. The minute Louis saw the tears streaming down my face, he panicked and pulled me into his chest “What’s wrong? What’s ‘appened?”. “H-h-harry..” I sobbed into his chest, I didn’t get the chance to finish explaining what had happened because Louis left me to go and headed towards the dressing room. I was going to tell him not to but there was no point, once Louis had something in his head he was going to do it regardless. I just carried on heading towards the bathroom to avoid what was about to happen.

Harry’s POV:

YN had just walked out of the dressing room door without answering me when I asked where she was going. “What’s wrong with her?” Liam asked no one in particular. “You know what girls can be like…fine one minute and in a mood the next..hormones or some shit” Niall spoke “Are you gonna go after her?”

“No, she’ll be fine..probably gone to phone her Mum or something” I said “I know she’s been missing her a lot since the tour started” The door flies open and almost hits the wall behind it, and Louis appears. “What the fook ‘ave you done to my sister?” Louis raised his voice at me. At this, the two boys looked at me and matched the same confused look that I had. “Mate..nothi-“ Liam began. “I’m not askin’ you Payno..I’m talkin’ to Harry” “Lou..I-I..I don’t know what you're talking about..she just walked out without saying anything” “Well why the hell was she just sobbing in my arms and all I got out of her was your name?” Louis spoke “Do me a favour..go and find her and sort it out..will ya? ‘cause if you don’t I’m gonna punch you this time” Niall and Liam adverting their eyes back and forth at the seen in front of them.

I got up from the sofa without saying another word and headed towards the door. I didn’t understand what had happened, and how things can change so quickly. One minute we were cuddling on the sofa and now she’s crying because of me. It almost felt impossible to find her in this building, I’d looked in every room almost and no sign of her anywhere. I’d asked Louise if she had seen her and all I got was ‘thought she was with you’, I’d asked the 5SOS boys, who were our opening act, but still no luck. The crew members who were sitting having some lunch in the kitchen hadn’t seen her either. I almost gave up looking until I passed Paul in the corridor, and he told me he saw her going into the small room at the bottom near the toilets. As I approached the room, I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. As I walked in and let the door close behind me, I noticed she was sitting on the red sofa with her knees tucked up in her chest and wiping her eyes with the sleeves of her jumper. The scene broke my heart. My legs took me over to her “Baby..what..why are you crying?”. “Just leave me alone” she mumbled. “No..no..I’m not going anywhere until we talk about this”, I went to wipe a tear that was rolling down her cheek but she swatted my hand away. “YN..Baby please” “Just fook off…you’d rather be with someone else anyway” she spat out. “What are you talking about?” “Once I get bored with YN, I’ll charm yours and win them over..I think that’s what you said” she repeated my words from earlier. “Aww c’mon…that was a joke and you know it” I defended my words. “No..jokes are funny…that was just arrogant” “You’re just being sensitive now” I snapped at her. “YOU JUST DON’T GET IT” she shouted “Nobody ever gets it” she whispered the last part. “THEN FUCKING TELL ME YN…'CAUSE I DON”T COME WITH A CRYSTAL BALL TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING..FOR FUCKS SAKE” after raising my voice, I regretted it instantly “I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to shout” She was silent for a few moments until I heard her voice “Do you know how many comments I read every day telling me I’m ugly and fat..o-or how you could do so much better than me…thousands…and when you said that you would move onto someone else once you get bored of me..It made me think maybe they’re right..why would Harry Styles want to be with me, when he could have anyone he wanted” “I don’t want anyone other than you” I spoke “and if I can’t have you then..I don’t see the point” I spoke gently. She sniffed and wiped a stray tear that rolled down her cheek and hit her lip “It really hurt me what you said” “I know..and I’m really sorry baby” I held my arms open for her, and she slowly moved so her head lay on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and moved my fingers up and down her arm in a calming motion. After a few moments, I decided to speak “Baby?”, she lifted her head to look up at me “You’re beautiful…please don’t listen to those comments…they’re just people who don’t have anything better to do than tear people apart”, I dipped my head to meet her lips and moved mine with hers softly. I brought my hand up to the side of her face as the kiss deepened and became a little sloppier. As I was about to move for her to fall on top of me, the door abruptly opened. “Ahh fook...me eyes” Louis's dramatic voice startled us “Right..well I’m glad you’ve made up…but maybe keep the kissing part until later yeah…right well..umm…I’ll leave you to it” and walked back out, closing the door behind him. As I looked back at YN we burst into laughter at what just happened. “I love you” I confessed, leaving a peck on her lips “I love you” she mumbled against my lips.

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[talesof-old]

skinny dipping and stargazing | r.b.

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, soft!robin, skinny dipping in lovers lake, wlw relationship in the 80s so a lil homophobia mentioned, soft smut, fingering, thigh riding, shitty written love confessions, not edited

word count: 2.2k

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Your kids were busy celebrating their victory over the campfire, laughing and yelling as they teased each other and told stories about how they won. Robin’s kids were still sulking, though several seemed to not care about the loss, instead choosing to make s’mores with the other campers. You giggled to yourself, You’d never been all that competitive, but it made you happy to see the kids so enthusiastic about something. 

Robin was sulking, sitting on a log a little ways back from the fire to allow the kids more room. Stealing a glance at Eddie, the other counselor for your cabin, you quietly slipped away and wandered over to her. 

She barely looked at you. 

You smiled, nudging her side with your elbow. She leaned into you, a whine already on her lips. 

“What was totally unfair. It’s the third time your cabin has won! I should demand another game in protest of your clear cheating.” You rolled your eyes at her dramatics. 

She crossed her arms and glared into the fire, though her lips were twitching into that smile you knew all too well. 

“Robs, don’t worry. I’m sure your cabin will beat mine in the swim competition they’re having on Monday.” 

She groaned, arms flailing as she turned to you. You laughed, knocking your thigh against hers and ignoring the way she flushed red and the look on her face turned bashful. You two hadn’t had any free time in the last two weeks to sneak off together. It showed in the way you leaned close to her, cuddling up to her side and resting your head on her shoulder. 

She tensed up slightly, presumably looking around before gently resting her on yours. 

“Do you wanna go down to the lake?” 

Eddie had brought along his old acoustic guitar and was strumming to some song one of the kids had requested as Robin debated your proposal. The idea of leaving this all to have some alone time with you was tempting, though these past two weeks had given her time to consider your situation. 

It was safe to say she was terrified. 

When the two of you first started your little arrangement to get each other off, Robin’s infatuation with you was just that, an infatuation. Recently, it had morphed into something else entirely. She was beginning to notice the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about the things that made you passionate. The way your entire face lit up when you saw her. The way your smile calmed something deep inside of her. 

She had it bad. Even Steve had taken to teasing her about it, though she’d made him swear not to tell anyone. But she was determined to tell you. Better to rip off the band-aid all at once than in tiny increments. 

You drew away, blinking in confusion at her lack of response. “Sure.” 

The two of you stole glances around to see if anyone was watching and when you determined they weren’t, you made your escape. Walking to the lake at night was peaceful, though you were almost positive you’d seen Nancy and Jonathan sneak off into the woods at some point. Robin giggled, throwing an arm around your shoulders and drawing you close. You let her, reveling in the feeling of her skin against yours. Both of you were sticky with sweat and bug spray and sunscreen, but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. Robin had this special way of making you feel like nothing else mattered. 

“I heard a rumor that Chrissy is planning on breaking up with Jason.” You whispered, the dock finally making an appearance, the dim crescent moon just barely shining on the water. Robin gasped loudly, already disappearing into the kayak shack to grab a blanket. You perched on the old wood, slipping off your socks and tennis shoes to dip your toes in the water. 

“Here we go!” Robin came bounding up behind you, the wooden planks squeaking as she nearly stomped her way towards you. You giggled. There was something endearing about the way she moved. 

“I can’t believe that, Jason is like, head over heels in love with her.” You shrugged, helping her straighten out the old and worn blanket to sit on. The fabric was soft against your bare skin. Already, your next words were leaving your lips. 

“Apparently, she’s leaving him for a girl.” Robin’s eyes widened, thrown off guard just enough to nearly tumble into the water. She yelped, your hands shooting out to steady her thighs. 

“Jesus.” 

You shifted, laying down while still keeping your feet in the water. Robin settled beside you, keeping her eyes on you. You wiggled nervously. She sighed, reaching over and grasping your hand. 

“Can I tell you something? It’s kinda personal so you’re not allowed to judge me.” The seriousness in her raspy voice had you propping yourself up onto your elbows. Her eyes stayed trained on you, the blue in her eyes swallowed by her pupils. 

“I’ve been in love with you since freshman year.” 

Your lips parted, your heartbeat going from its normal beating to an accelerated thundering in your ears. The way she was staring at you had your mind blanking, every thought immediately halting as you processed what she said. 

She flushed a deep red, though there wasn’t enough light to make out her features well. 

“Say something, please.”

You blinked and then started, pressing your lips against hers in a searing kiss. When you first started this whole friends with benefits, you’d pushed aside your crush on her thinking it would go away. 

You’d kept those feelings bottled up to avoid losing her, despite Eddie’s constant groaning that she felt the same way. 

She melted into your touch, both of her hands cradling your face as you leaned over her. She pulled you closer, sighing into your mouth until you pulled away. 

“I’m in love with you too.” 

Her responding grin was brighter than the sun. You kissed her forehead before shuffling away, hands already tugging your shirt over your head. She gaped as you moved, stripping yourself of your clothes and smiling as you felt her eyes trailing down your body. 

“Wanna join me?” 

She was scrambling to her feet, nearly falling in again, tossing her clothes next to yours. You laughed, jumping off the edge of the dock and into the inky water. It was colder than you expected, but it was a welcome reprieve from the humid summer air. You surfaced, pushing your hair out of your face. 

Robin clumsily removed her shoes and pants, falling into the water with a squeak. You grinned, tilting your head back to look at the stars in the sky. With the moon just a sliver, you could see thousands of twinkling lights in the sky. Robin surfaced near you, already reaching for you despite the hair covering her face. 

Endearment pinched your heart and you slid your hands over her arms, tugging her closer. She laughed, finally dunking her head underwater and slicking her hair back. You pressed your body against hers. She felt soft, warm flesh creasing under your palms as you felt

up her sides. 

She let out a soft moan as your fingers trailed upwards, ghosting over her nipples and coming up to cup her face. 

“What does that make us?” 

Her words were raspy with emotion, and you leaned your forehead against hers, noses brushing. 

“Whatever we’re comfortable with. If you want to stay friends, that’s fine. If you want more than that, I’ll gladly tell everyone that my girlfriend is the best person in the world.”

Even if it means losing everyone else. 

She bit her lip, suppressing a wide smile as best as she could before giving you a quick kiss. You giggled into it, drawing back enough to nuzzle your face in her neck and enjoy the quiet. 

These moments were rare with how busy the two of you were. Water lapped at the skin of your chests and you peppered her neck with kisses, soft sighs leaving her mouth. Robin’s hands trailed up your back, slowly mapping out the curves of your body. You arched into her, both of your feet just barely touching the ground. 

Time seemed to pass both too slowly and too quickly before the two of you emerged from the water, dripping on the old blanket as you stared at the stars. The night sky was clear enough that you could just make out the Milky Way. You pointed to a collection of stars, whispering a soft, “I think that’s Hercules.” 

Robin was staring at you. 

“Beautiful.” 

You turned to her, face soft with fondness. 

“Hm?” 

She turned back to look at the sky, shaking her head. 

“I mean the stars, y’a know? They’re super beautiful on nights like this, you can see everything, you know? Stars are always super cool.” 

You giggled at her ramblings and grasped her hand, moving so you were sitting right beside her. “You’re allowed to be cheesy every once in a while, y’a know?” She groaned, turning her face away from you. Steve had often remarked that she didn’t even try flirting with you, though you might disagree. 

She’d always had her own way of showing she cared, whether that was always remembering your favorite things or complimenting you even when you didn’t put any effort in. It was the little

touches that no one noticed and the secret glances that left you with butterflies that truly spoke to how she cared for you. You rolled your eyes at her. 

“Well seeing as I’m your girlfriend now, I’m gonna demand you tell me I’m beautiful every single day.” 

Robin huffed a laugh and reached out for you, the motion giving you the courage to do what you’d originally set out to do. 

You threw a bare leg over her hips and settled there, leaning down to kiss her again. She gripped your hips, lips parting in surprise before reciprocating your actions. The two of you were completely naked, the dim moonlight shining on every one of your curves. Robin kneaded circles into your thick thighs, tracing every dimple and contour as you slowly began rolling your hips. There wasn’t enough friction to do anything, but it still felt good. You shifted, moving to straddle one of her legs and bump her mound against your thigh. She jolted at the feeling. 

You grinned. Sex with Robin was always good, but the idea of being with her for real seemed to stop your heart in your chest. Her palms squeezed your thighs and you began to rock against her, humming at the feeling of your lips dragging against her leg. She clearly wasn’t expecting this, fingers digging into your skin as she settled into your rhythm. Her head fell backwards as her clit rubbed against you. You brought your hands to her waist, angling her hips upwards so you could rub her clit as she moved. She gasped at the feeling. 

While the two of you certainly had usual roles you fell into, Robin loved when you took the lead. It was a weight off her shoulders, a way of quieting insecurities that constantly told her that you didn’t feel the same way. That she had to please you to make you stay. Here, under the moon, she realized that she didn’t truly care. If she had to please you the rest of her life, by God, she would. 

You circled your thumb around her clit, a soft moan tumbling past your lips as you felt her cunt clench around nothing. Your thigh was slick now, an ache settling between your legs as you watched her slowly come undone beneath you. Her thighs shook with pleasure, the soft vibration enough to have you gasping. She moaned loudly when you kept up your pace, letting her rock back and forth on your thigh as her climax approached. Leaning forward, you latch your mouth onto her taut nipples, swirling your tongue over the hardened flesh. Her back arched into you, skin pressed against yours, moans tumbling past her lips. 

You grinned, breathless at the sight before you and the feeling between your legs. 

“That feel good, baby? You look so pretty.”

Her nipples shone in the dim light and you pressed your lips to hers, swallowing the noises she made as she teetered on the edge of climax. She clenched around nothing, dripping all over your thigh as her hips moved. Her legs began shaking, a choked noise leaving her lips as the coil in her snapped. Her abdomen tensed, her body nearly vibrating from the feeling as you helped her ride out her orgasm. You rubbed circles into her skin with the hand on her hip. 

Robin’s head fell to the crook of your neck, softly kissing at your neck as she came down. You nuzzled into her hair, still rocking on her thigh, mindful of keeping your leg away from her cunt. 

“You didn’t finish.” 

You smiled, drawing away and shooting her a playful look. 

“There’s still plenty of time for that.”

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@imytheone WHOO

I HAVE COMPLETED THE DRAWING!!

I shall also tag @allmightyscroll-swag as well cuz I like tagging em in oc related stuff :3

While I have drawn the siblings profiles, and Brittany making some appearances, Imma tell you MORE information about them!! >:D

One quick thing: These four are my oldest ocs (along with two others but you don't know em eheheh) from 2020 and at the time of making them I had just found out what Helluva Boss is. These characters were very much inspired off of them, especially Cici and Brittany.

Let's start off with the youngest:

CICI

Like I said, she is the youngest being around 6-7 years old

Pronouns are she/her, I'll just say aroace since I don't picture her being in a relationship at her age-

Cici is part demon thanks to her mother, but hasn't developed horns or a tail yet.

However, she has some powers, that being super strength and flight!

She can't fly very high, although she is the strongest in the family; being able to lift around the same weight as a van full of people. The older you get, the weaker your powers would become; so Cici, Onika and Zeke's mother would have the weakest powers.

Cici swears more than Onika and Zeke, mainly because of her mother. She gets in trouble at school regularly for this. That and for throwing chairs around. And for biting teachers' ankles. She gets in trouble for a lot of things.

Like all children, she has tantrums at times. But, of course, hers tend to get more...violent. Usually ending up with someone breaking a bone or two.

For hobbies, Cici enjoys drawing, roleplaying with toys and making things (whether that's with Lego or metal scraps-)

She doesn't listen to music as much as her siblings do, but her favourite artists are Pharrel Williams and Five Finger Death Punch.

She has insomnia and has a lot of difficulty sleeping.

Her and Onika love watching TMNT together, and are currently on Rise.

Cici's original design was heavily based off the girl with the large bow and brown curly hair that appeared in the first episode of HB. I was quite unoriginal at the time lol.

ONIKA

Onika is the middle child, being 15 years old.

Her pronouns are she/they, and they are also aroace.

Onika's powers aren't as strong as Cici's, but she can fly better and can piggy-back the weight of two adults.

Onika technically has a tail, but it's now a stub because a group of bullies cut it off.

Yeah. She was bullied when she was younger. She was jeered for being both demon and human, and neither species wanted to be friends with her.

This was also mainly because she had anger issues which caused her to have violent episodes if provoked enough, one time being she almost killed a teenager younger than her.

Luckily, she's gotten better now and is practically never violent. Except in Mariokart.

Onika is usually either hyperactive and energetic, or utterly lazy and unmotivated.

She desperately wants to get Maori tattoos like Zeke but her parents don't allow her.

She hates wearing skirts and having her hair down.

Onika doesn't have a lot of hobbies, but she enjoys trying new foods, skateboarding and playing the guitar.

Her favourite artists are AC/DC, Metallica, Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden.

I'm pretty sure I based the hair off of another character I saw online once, but I can't remember her name- all I know is that the hair isn't original:'D

ZEKE

Zeke is the oldest at 19 years old.

His pronouns are he/him and he's gay.

Zeke uses his powers the least and only really uses them for miniscule tasks around the house like moving a bed or fighting his sister.

Yeah. Zeke and Onika fight a lot, more physically than verbally, and it's usually for stupid reasons, like who rightfully had the bag of pretzels first.

Zeke has both a tail and horns (which are still growing).

He also has difficulty with keeping his body temperature warm, so he wears a lot of layers and a lot of black to keep in as much heat as possible.

He has Maori tattoos along the back of his left shoulder as well as part of the left arm, but rarely shows these to people.

Zeke has been teased by many to have a "baby face", which annoys him greatly.

He can be mostly found in his bedroom gaming, listening to music or curled up in a ball in bed.

He likes sleeping. A lot.

His favourite games to play are mainly action/shooter games (I'm not an expert in this department so feel free to decide which ones he likes playing) and occasionally likes to play RPGs.

His favourite artists are Green Day, Linkin Park and The Offspring.

BRITTANY

Brittany is also 19 years old and is best friends with Zeke.

Her pronouns are she/her and is an asexual lesbian.

She has the ability to fly, and being incredibly tall probably has some advantages too.

I honestly don't know how her and Zeke ended up being friends, but they just did.

Brittany is a very affectionate person and adores hugging, cuddling, complimenting and kissing people (non-romantically).

She also adores fizzy drinks and cats. She ADORES cats. And animals in general.

If she was to encounter a cat, whether that be an anthropomorphic one or not, she will give them double the amount of affection.

When Brittany's happy, she wags her tail about, shakes her hands and squeals. She does this quite often.

She can be extremely chatty and talkative and could go on for hours on end talking about almost anything.

However, Brittany is extremely clumsy and is prone to falling down the stairs, tripping, running into windows and/or getting her horns stuck in things.

Her hobbies are shopping, going to cafés and watching romcoms.

Her favourite movie is Love, Actually and her favourite artists are Ariana Grande and Twice.

Her original design was heavily based off of Verosika from Helluva, and I still can't let go of the long white hair + pink skin combo :') Fortunately, I think I've managed to differentiate Brittany from her, or I hope-

OKAY I AM NOW DONE I should be sleeping-

#my ocs #oc art #art #long post #infodump!! <<33 #thank you for letting me do this lol #cici #onika #zeke

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Oh?? Well now my interest is piqued! I would like to know The Shirt Saga! 👀 If youre comfortable with it, of course

Ah, yes! Come, gather by the fire, and I shall tell the tale of The Shirt. 'Tis a long tale, so, so grab a snack or a drink. Okay. Good? Then here we go.

PART ONE: A PACT IS FORGED

How it started was July 2017. I got to the venue far too early. I was the only Ghost VIP in line. There were at least twenty Iron Maiden VIPs already there. It was a good time, they were all really nice and had obviously waited for concerts before (this was my first concert outing since 2006 or so). But it was hot. It was so fucking hot, even in the shade. I was wearing a black Ghost shirt I got off Fright Rags but I wasn't going to survive four more hours of sitting outside on the pavement. My brother had just got to the line- he had been looking for a parking spot (technically this concert was his birthday gift; I bought the tickets because he loved Iron Maiden and yes because Ghost). We both agreed to go back to the hotel, grab some food, etc. I had packed another shirt, just a white shirt with a red anatomical heart diagram on it, and decided to change into it. White shirts are better for hot days, right?

Then it's a blur until I met Papa III. I was frozen at the doorway of the photo tent and he opened his arms, his chasuble glittering with intricate beadwork, and he beckoned me with gold talons "come in! Come on in!" I didn't budge. Papa brought his claws together and tilted his head a little, owlish. "I like that shirt you have there," he said. For whatever reason, that broke the ice inside me. I got a hug. I got a picture.

I barely remember the concert now. The A/C was fucked so it was hellishly hot inside. Any time I stopped recording during Maiden's set some old veteran fan would gently grab my shoulder and say "you're gonna wanna record this next bit!" :,) Rock on, old guy who was spending his retirement following Iron Maiden around.

Anyway, the show ended and my brother was trying to get a cab back (we Ubered to the venue from the hotel) and I insisted we wait by the buses. He relented, eventually. XD We waited about an hour with ten or so other Ghost fans. Billy Vanilla regaled us with tales from the road. Ben Cristo (I think that's his name), who had at that point been playing the Nameless Ghoul who played the black and white guitar (I think the fandom calls him Ifrit) came out first and signed all our stuff with the alchemical symbol for fire.

After another half hour, I saw a group on the sidewalk walking towards us. They appeared to be led by a man in a white Misfits shirt and the skinniest skinny jeans I ever saw. He looked ahead and I swear we locked eyes for an instant. I started punching my brother's arm and yelled IT'S HIM IT'S HIM IT'S PAPA PAPA IS HERE. The people went into the bus and him, Papa, Tobias, stopped to say to us all "let me put my things away, I will be back out shortly."

Tobias and Chris Catalyst (played the Nameless Ghoul with the black guitar, aka Aether, until last year) came out with Sharpies and security staff to make sure no pictures were taken. And like I said, Tobias restated how much he liked my shirt. I said, "I actually have two of these, I'll bring you my spare next time I see the band!" He looked genuinely surprised and said "really? Wow, thank you! That's very kind of you!"

PART TWO: THE YEAR OF THE CARDINAL

In May 2018 I saw Ghost again. And Evening with Ghost, it was called. I packed The Shirt and it's twin and flew to Pittsburgh to crash on @csevet 's sofa and drag em to the show. And I got to meet @jayyynine too!! Oh, and Cardinal Copia, we all got to meet him. @csevet and I got to go into the meet and greet photo tent together because we wanted a "family photo" with Copia. According to em, when Copia shook my hand, his gaze went 'face, shirt, face, shirt, face.' Ey insisted he recognised me. I left a gift bag with the security staffer. Inside was several hand-woven bags I made for all the ghouls, and The Shirt. And an SASE because I was feeling cocky, I guess.

Two weeks after the show, the SASE came back. Inside was the card I had provided, along with a Sharpie-scrawled autograph above a THANK YOU next to a little tiny smiling devil face. Literally 😈

Five months later, I got to see Ghost again, wearing The Shirt, my mom in tow. Why? Because she rocks. Anywho, we do the meet and greet. Copia shakes my mom's hand, then goes to grab mine but stops. "That's a cool shirt you have there," he says, gesturing. "You know, I happen to have one just like it." My mom says "that's because they gave you one" and Copia looks over his shoulder at her and says "Yes, I know this."

Mom says that after the pictures I was shaking and yelling "he remembered me" in a "dinosaur shriek noise." I have no memory of this. But the notion that Cardinal Copia- Tobias Forge- had one brain cell with my information stored on it? Well, I can understand why I may have squawked.

PART 3: THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY

In April of 2019 I got tickets for the October show in Hershey, Pennsylvania. I would be meeting up with @csevet again and would drive a rental across the state. No biggie! Well, slight biggie. You see, in September I had a full hysterectomy. My OBGYN and the surgeon *barely* cleared me for travel. But I bought the fucking tickets in APRIL and @csevet got the time off approved at er job so. I couldn't not go.

I had a cane. I was six weeks post op, four weeks actually up out of bed. Ghost's meet and greet crew and the staff of the venue were super accommodating, let us take an elevator to the photo area, someone brought me a folding chair for the lineup. Copia was in his red suit on this leg of the tour. There were so many people, no one had much time to chat with Copia. But I know ...I had the shirt. He took my hand and said gently, "I know we have met before..." I kissed his sideburn.

PART FOUR: PAPA EMERITUS THE FOURTH

Copia was promoted to Papa! Then the world shut down. So for years, nothin'. Then, 2022. Just after my birthday. St. Louis. Ghost.

I had to go. And of course do the meet and greet. Happy birthday to me.

I was alone for this one, for the first time. I felt less alone by talking to other fans, and helping ease the nerves of first timers. Everyone's been a newbie at some point, gatekeeping is for jerks, etc. I was wearing The Shirt and regaling those who would listen with the saga. But I was nervous. I tried to play it off. "Of course he won't remember you," I told myself. "It's been way too long."

Then I get into the tent. Due to the ongoing health concerns there were no hugs or handshakes, and the photos had you and Papa separated by a pane of plexiglass, which would be photoshopped out later. Papa had taken a step from his designated photo spot to explain these things to me, but he stopped mid-sentence, looked me up and down, and said,

"I'm getting like a deja vu here. I have a shirt just like that."

Then his eyes widened and he snapped his fingers and said,

"You gave me it! Yes! Hello, how have you been doing?"

He chatted with me like we were old friends. I told him about graduate school and my hopes for a Masters degree. He said he would love to see me with it.

And then the moment was over. I was overcome with emotions and the group of fans who had gone before me all huddled around and gently sat me down (I guess I looked like I was going to faint) and I started crying and said "after three years he still remembers me" and then "I need to call my mom."

I did also see Ghost this past September, but they weren't doing meet and greets, and as close as I was to the stage, I don't hold hope that me and The Shirt were seen.

PART FIVE: HERE'S TO THE FUTURE

I don't know what the future for Ghost will hold. But I do know that I have been squirreling away money for the next inevitable show. And The Shirt will be ready. Papa III passed it on to Papa IV. Will Papa IV pass it on to Papa V? I don't know, but I am excited to find out.

#long post #very long post #the band ghost #tobias forge #ghost the band

[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

dad, I missed you (mom, I missed you)

that cute "feels so good" sound (pink drink, I really want to try it)

hugs in bed are the same as after joob’s funeral

part 3/4 damn music from vice versa! aof, fuck, just admit everything already!

we got lost (and found our local glasshouse)

bonfires and songs with guitar

return of shirts (and they smell like each other. what could be more erotic)

interrupted kiss (okay, not because of bad breath)

the description of the sky is worthy of rawi’s palette the guys were right, this damn miss universe appeared before our eyes. lord, I'm not completely alive, monica. what about you? you know, maybe sea didn’t lie, and the remaining episodes won’t be sad even despite the breakup, bc the worst and most expected has already happened, and then everything will go easier. william's song brought me to tears, it's beautiful! and I liked day's version. its so romantic. but, forgive me, the bed scene could have been much better, the angles and amount of blur didn’t turn out very well, and, tbh, I expected more tactility from day, so that he could study mork’s body with his hands. it was so important to him, but they showed it to us very quickly and didn’t spend enough time on it. but I really liked that they were presented as switch, moving away from the nightmare clichés, it's great. the scene on the mountain is the pinnacle of it all, and lord knows the boys pulled it off superbly. it was so emotional. I crumbled like sand and don’t know how I’ll recover by next week. monica, share your brainrot, I’m sure I missed everything possible bc I was so busy in the bed scene.

SORRY PINKYBRAIN IM AFRAID IM GONNA BE COMPLETELY USELESS THIS TIME AROUND I SWEAR I EVEN TRIED TO REWATCH THE EPISODE TO PICK UP MORE PARALLELS BUT I ONLY ENDED UP SOBBING ON THE FLOOR WHILE CLUTCHING A BUNCH OF SCREENSHOTS TO MY CHEST

and you've already pointed out all of these moments but allow me to put them side by side anyway because!!!!!!!

[CHANTS] COMFORT SHIPS COMFORT SHIPS COMFORT SHIPS PORTRAYED BY THE MOST COMFORT BOYS JUST SO COMFORT SHAPED COMFORT SHIPS!!!!!!!!!

and even if these two moments can’t really be compared THEY INVENTED EMOTIONAL FOREHEAD TOUCHES TOO!!!!!!!!

my personal emotional devastation aside, tho, i do think there are some parallels to be drawn between episode 9 of vice versa and episode 9 of last twilight, between puen on an island finally accepting his life in the original universe and by the end "gaining sight" on who talay really is, and day on a mountain finally accepting going blind and having his last sight being mork. i also think it's interesting that in last twilight (the ost) at one point there's the line "my heart cherishes the memory of us" while in vice versa the very last line of friend credits' second movie is "though we aren't together tomorrow, you're always here in my memories". like idk if it's a reach but both shows are about seeing when you can't really see (not just in the literal physical sense) and acceptance and carrying this love that helped you through it all with you and i just think someone with a brain activity currently higher than my own could make some connections!!!!!!!!

i personally did like the sex scene (i've talked about it here a little if you're interested), but i think i also get what you mean. if it were for me we would definitely have gotten a 17 minutes long one take focused on day's hands as he traced every part of mork's body starting from his face and slowly making his way down to his feet. but at the same time i wonder if it would have made sense for their first time. i feel like day was already so preoccupied with his sight being almost gone that what he needed in that moment was to get lost in the feelings rather than commit mork's body to memory. and who knows, last twilight has already broken p’aof’s habit of having only a couple of kisses in his shows, maybe it will make him give us another intimate scene too!!!

#once again i apologize for being useless but this episode really destroyed any trace of sanity i had left ;;;;;; #if i ever catch some other parallels in the future i will definitely let you know!!!! #last twilight the series #vice versa #morkday #puentalay #m: ask

[mlmmetalhead]

i can't handle the heartache rn but fluff always makes it better for some reason, so maybe eddie playing guitar while his bf sings and they just have a peacefull afternoon after all that vecna shit, full of kisses. maybe reader telling eddie how much he's grateful of having him in his life and calling him his hero 💕

i hope you feel better soon tho, i can't handle myself rn either

thanks <33

Nothing else matters

Eddie Munson x Male reader.

CW: injuries and death mentioned, also I know the song came out in the 90s but idc it fits so well.

An: I understand you so much, goddamn, it's tough. 

"Feeling any better?"

Eddie looked up at his concerned boyfriend, at the door of his room, with a cup of hot steaming tea.

"I asked you to bring me a beer.", Munson chuckled, getting up on his elbows, to position himself more comfortably for eating, as Y/N sat on the bed, handing his boyfriend the cup.

"You're not drinking right now, I swear to god."

Munson sipped his tea and rolled his eyes.

"Maybe in a month. When we can finally breathe, and you’re all fixed up." Y/N smiled and winked at Eddie. "Tastes good, doesn’t it? I found the one you liked drinking over at my place."

Eddie turned to his boyfriend crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on his shoulder. Their gazes met. Munson sighed and stared at L/N for a while, then his lips parted in a satisfied smile. He slowly took another sip of his tea, and the cutest, disarming smile appeared on his face, immediately followed by his quiet, barely audible laugh. Y/N smiled back, and lowered his lips to Eddie’s neck, embracing him gently. Munson pulled the others hair gently and pressed himself harder against his chest. 

"Can you hand me the guitar?" Eddie asked, looking up.

"Are you sure you can play right now? Have your hands healed enough?"

Munson nodded, and waited patiently until his boyfriend handed him the guitar, already wired. After picking up a few chords, Eddie turned his back to Y/N and leaned against his body, gently exhaling and taking in a quiet rhythm. He played slowly and thoughtfully, but even like this, Y/N quickly recognised the tune, smiling, and hugging Eddie by the waist, bringing him closer, words softly escaping his lips:

"So close, no matter how far"

L/N's hands slipped through his boyfriends hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"Couldn't be much more from the heart"

Munson closed his eyes, his fingers running up and down the guitar's neck solely from muscle memory.

"Forever trusting who we are"

Y/N pressed his face against the side of Eddie's, whispering the chorus to him.

"And nothing else matters"

And as music poured in waves from the instrument, skillfully guided by Eddie's hands, the both felt closer than maybe, they ever were.

"Never opened myself this way"

L/N breathed out, as he savoured the feeling of his loved one so close to himself.

"Life is ours, we live it our way"

Munson licked his lips, thoughts of how close he was to losing his beloved man to death itself.

"All these words, I don't just say"

He remembered the numb feeling of life slipping through his fingers, as if he was standing one leg in a coffin.

"And nothing else matters"

And how the only thing pulling him away was the warmth of Y/N's body pressed against his own.

"Trust I seek and I find in you"

And the faint voice he mistook for an angel for a moment, guided him back, where he is right now, where he should be.

"Every day for us something new"

Y/N chuckled between the lines, as the thought of him being in Eddie's place crossed his mind.

"Open mind for a different view"

He often envisioned something like that, heroically running up and taking the blow on himself. But it never seemed like something that could happen.

"And nothing else matters"

Y/N placed a hand on Eddie's, stopping him from playing for a moment, before cupping his face and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Munson smiled and reciprocated, tangling his free hand in the other guy's hair. Pulling away, L/N sighed, as he stared down at his boyfriends face.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

Y/N shook his head with a smile, as he once again gave Eddie a gentle peck on the lips.

"I'm just happy you're here, right now. With me."

Munson smiled and rolled his eyes, turning around completely and hooking his hands behind his boyfriends neck.

"I am, too. I love you so, so much. It's insane, thinking about what could've happened if you weren't with me..."

"So don't think about it. I'm just glad you're here. I'm glad you're... With me. In my life. I wouldn't have done it any different, if I had a chance..."

"Stop, you're making me blush!"

Eddie laughed, as he brought himself closer and kissed Y/N's lips, soft and slow.

"You're my hero, Eds... Truly." Y/N whispered, looking into Munson's big, brown eyes.

"What are you talking about? You're my hero, Y/N! You saved me!"

L/N chuckled, and pressed another kiss to his boyfriends temple, resting their foreheads against one another, listening to the each others heartbeat, and the sound of nature outside, just the of them in the whole world, and nothing else matters.

#stranger things #x male reader #x reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #stranger things volume 2 #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #reader insert #male reader #gay

[obscurest-reference]

Lies

so i wrote something with the intention of focusing on my Stranger Things OC and then. it turned into Steddie so. (i rewrote the beginning to NOT include my OC and just turned into full-on Steddie)

genre: confession, fluff

warnings: swearing, drinking, weed mention

wc: 2,021

Lies

Steve threw a party.

But seriously, this victory was staggering. What better way to celebrate evil life forms getting obliterated by a high school freshman with weird mind powers than to throw a major get-drunk blowout party?

So Steve threw a party.

Eddie didn't drink. His poison of choice was weed, and the occasional hallucinogenic mushrooms. Him and Argyle got on well because of that. Eddie's weed had worn off a while ago, and frankly, he was too busy to try to find more.

Because Nancy drank. And when she drank, she drank. She might start off with beer, but soon she'd migrate to the mystery punch, and later she'd do vodka or tequila shots.

So Eddie was kept busy, watching Nancy, making sure she or anyone else around her didn’t do anything stupid. When Eddie first arrived at the house, he got spit on and called names, but it wasn’t anything he wasn't used to. But when Steve, Nancy, and Robin welcomed him, everyone sorta backed off. Now that everyone’s drunk, save for Eddie, Robin, and one other designated driver, they’re all just now realizing how… attractive Eddie is.

“Hey,” one girl says, stumbling over. “You’re that freak, huh? Heard you play guitar, right?”

Eddie studies her. “Yeah, not the kinda guitar you’d like, sweetheart.”

“Mmm…” she looks vaguely disappointed. “But you can still play guitar for me.”

“I’m a little busy right now.”

She follows his line of vision and watches as Nancy and Steve intertwine their arms and do another shot.

“Ohh,” the girl says. “Watching after your friends?”

“Something like that.” This was not Eddie’s crowd. He wanted to leave. But Steve seemed to be having fun. Nancy seemed to be having fun, too. So he stayed.

“Okay,” the girl slurs. “I can give you my number if you want it.”

“I’m alright.”

“Okay,” she repeats. “Byyyeee.”

"Byyyeee," he says, mimicking her tone.

Eddie watches her stumble away, feeling that same protective feeling he did when Chrissy asked for "something stronger". God, he was in trouble. He glances at Steve and Nancy. He's just--

He can deal with it like he's been dealing with it.

But here's the kicker: Steve and Nancy have agreed to just stay friends. They weren't eager to revisit their past and potentially fall back into their old habits, so they're keeping that distance. Eddie thinks it would be easier for him if they were together. But they're not, so he's suffering in silence.

Nancy appears in front of him, pink lipstick smudged in the general area of her mouth, eyes dilated and hair a mess.

"Hi, hotshot," she slurs, grinning a little.

"Who've you been kissing, Nance?" Eddie teases, folding his arms.

"Ngh… no one. Maybe someone. I don' remember."

"Listen, it's 12:30," Eddie says. "I was supposed to call my uncle 30 minutes ago to tell him I'm okay and I'm staying at Steve's place."

Nancy groans and leans forward, her forehead resting on Eddie's chest, arms dangling loosely in front of her. Eddie pats her back supportively. "I don' wanna have to come with you," she groans.

Before the party had started, Robin paired with Steve and Eddie paired with Nancy to babysit and look after them. It was what good friends would do, and now that they're all good friends, they're doing it.

"I'll get Robin to keep an eye on you," Eddie says.

Nancy lifts her head up again and brings her hand to his cheek. "Make sure you sound sober."

"Well, I am sober." He moves her manicured hand away from his face. "I'll call upstairs, there's less noise."

"Less music," Nancy corrects. "More moaning, I think."

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn't try to hide a smile. "Yeah, okay, princess. Don't do any more shots."

"Fuck you, hotshot," she says, stumbling away.

Eddie glances around the packed house for Robin. She's at the other end of the living room, just observing. After a quick round of charades, he successfully communicates to her that she needs to watch Nancy while he goes upstairs to make the call.

---

"Harrington, Harrington," Eddie drawls, interrupting a game of beer pong.

"Shut up, Munson," Steve slurs, holding a finger up to him without looking back. Steve sways a little as he aims, then bounces the ping-pong ball nearly perfectly into one of three remaining cups. Cheers go up, Steve rushes over and downs the cup, and Eddie (once again) rolls his eyes.

"Okay, what?" Steve asks, wiping his mouth. If Eddie was drunk he'd think Steve just glanced at his lips. But Eddie's not drunk. He's not even dreaming.

"I need to use the phone in your room, but the problem is, I don't know which one is your room."

Steve thinks on this. His face is very flushed. "Okay okay. Lemme just come show you. 'm way too drunk to try to explain."

Well, at least he knows when he's hammered, Eddie thinks to himself. Steve pushes past him and starts marching over to the stairs, swaying every other step. Eddie has to help him up the stairs like he's helping an old lady cross the street.

Nancy was right. There's voices coming from down the hall. Steve leads him in the opposite direction and to a closed door, which he promptly opens and lies down on his stomach on his bed.

"Uh," Eddie starts, a sick feeling in his stomach. "Y'gonna go finish your game down there?"

"Nnno," Steve decides. "Those guys were all losers."

Eddie doesn't say anything. He sits on the edge of the bed and picks up Steve's phone, dialing his home number. After assuring his uncle that he's fine and lying that he's tired, Eddie successfully convinces his uncle that he'll be home by 11 a.m. tomorrow.

"You're a pretty good liar," Steve notes. "Tell me a lie."

"Ooh, I dunno about that," Eddie says, moving the phone back to its place on the bedside table.

"Come onnn," Steve presses, rolling over to his side. "Make me believe that the sky is green and grass is blue."

"Uh. The sky is green and grass is blue."

"Agh," Steve says, waving his hand dismissively. "That wasn't as good."

"I can't do it on command."

"How d'you get your hair like that?" Steve asks, sitting up and scooting closer to Eddie. "Didya get a perm?"

"No," Eddie says, swallowing. "It's like this naturally."

"Hm." Steve gently takes a lock of Eddie's hair and twists it between his fingers. "We both have amazing hair, dude."

"Yeah," Eddie says quietly, still as a statue. His face burned so much it hurt. That sick feeling in his stomach spread outwards and now everything felt sick.

He was sick.

"Did Robin ever tell you she likes girls?"

Eddie whips around suddenly. "Y-yeah, she did."

"I like girls, too." His pauses, then his voice grows quiet. "I like you the way she liked Tammy Thompson."

If Eddie didn't have an empty stomach, he would've puked right there on Steve Harrington's floor. Instead, he shoots up and stomps over to the entrance, slams Steve's door shut, and gets really close to Steve's face.

"Steve, you're drunk," Eddie says, more to himself than to the boy on the bed. "You need to go to bed."

"No, no, I think…." Steve takes a deep breath through his nose. "I think I'm really actually very sober right now."

Eddie takes it back. Steve doesn't know when he's drunk. Because how could he say that? To him? And how could he say that here?

"Eddiiieee," Steve sings. "Can you say something now…?"

That's it. Eddie's done with this stupid dream. Wake up, Eddie, please, because this surely isn't happening. It's not. It can't be.

"Edward Munson."

"Don't-- don't call me that." Eddie finally backs away and stands far away from Steve, facing the wall, so he wouldn't have to face him. Isn't this what he wanted? Isn't this the impossible becoming reality? I mean, that's what this past spring break has been about, right?

This time, Eddie inhales sharply through his nose. "Steve," he says quietly. "I want you to think long and hard about what you just said to me."

"I have been for the past week, but okay."

Eddie forces himself not to waver. "You're drunk. And you just told me you like me. You pretty much just said you like me the way you used to like Nancy."

"Yeah."

He turns around. "Are you trying to get back at me for not lying to you?"

"No."

Eddie just stares at him. His face feels like it'll melt off.

"C'mere."

"What?"

Steve waves him over. "C'mere."

His legs felt glued to the floor. He didn't want to get close to him. He felt that if he got closer, he'd never be able to get farther. He felt that, if he saw him any better than he could now, Steve would never leave his mind. He did not want to be with him because he was scared that it wouldn't be real and that he would remain a fantasy.

Steve gives up and marches over to him instead. "Can I show you something?"

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, and then forces them to open and look Steve in the eye. His eyes weren't dilated like Nancy's. "What?"

Steve takes a single step forward, and before Eddie can react, before he knows what's happening, Steve's hands are cradling Eddie's cheeks, his feather-light touch making it hard to feel all the scars and callouses from battles past.

And Eddie wanted to fucking cry.

"Eddie…."

"Steve."

"Can I kiss you?"

What was he supposed to say to that? How could he respond to that? Who would know what to do?

Eyes wide, hands sweating, body light, Eddie Munson replied with: "Yeah."

The only thing that told Eddie this was reality was the smell of Steve's cologne. You can't smell in dreams. People who say you can are liars. But as Steve's cologne and the smell of beer mingled in Eddie's head, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut like he was avoiding looking down at the drop of a rollercoaster. And boy, did the drop come.

Steve had to physically take Eddie's hand and place it on his waist to let him know that he was okay with it. Frankly, Steve was scared. He wasn't scared of Eddie. He was scared of being found out. He figured it would be easier to do this when drunk, because if they were caught, it would be more excusable.

Eddie still didn't know if Steve was lying or not. He wanted to keep his hands to himself in case he was lying. But then Steve moved his hand and he knew, he knew, that Steve couldn't be lying.

In the past week, Eddie had learned more about Steve than he ever thought he'd want to. One interesting point was that Steve was ticklish, and hated when anyone touched him anywhere between his ribs and his hips.

So when the King moved the Freak's hand to his waist, it was the final confirmation.

He decided if he was gonna kiss Steve Harrington, he was gonna do it right.

Eddie's hand pressed against the back of Steve's head, pushing him further into the kiss, and his other hand stayed on his waist right where Steve left it. For a moment, Steve didn't know how to respond. Eddie's hand in his hair was a feeling he only recently realized he wanted to experience. But Steve found his footing and pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together, nearly tripping over each others' feet as they stumbled to Steve's bed, his hands clumsily reaching under Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, and Eddie landing on top of him with a sharp exhale.

"They're gonna kill us," Steve breathes, brushing Eddie's hair away from his eyes.

"Who's 'they'?" Eddie asks, lips pressed Steve's jaw.

"The-- the girls. Nance and Robin."

"Then just don't tell them."

"What do I say when Robin asks me where we went?"

"I dunno," Eddie says, moving up and planting a long kiss to Steve's cheekbone. "Lie."

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things 4 fanfic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things oneshot #stranger things steddie #steddie oneshot #steddie fluff #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things steve #steve harrington #stranger things eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #neo wrote a oneshot

[thankstothe]

1. Denmark. Literal child? Voice doesn't have enough power to hit those notes. Like that pink to green change on stage

I SEE THE DADI FREYR IN THE BG OMG ICELAND BABY (btw did they bleach their flag?)

2. Armenia. Laying on the floor. Classic. Somewhat continued pink theme at start. The thing I love, no sarcasm, is that sometimes you can't tell if they actually sing in English. Oh it wasn't a floor, it was a wall. Revolutionary.

Ew, showing Beatles statues. Have to shove your famous boys against a poet and clowns? This is why no one likes you UK

3. Romania. Oh let's go, native language, cool voice, pink suit, playing with genres. This is why im here. Staging is a letdown, you could literally just follow with the camera on foot.

4. Estonia. Oh piano plays itself, no fire yet. Now she plays it. I hope it ends with piano retaliation and attack. Average ballad and in English, boring. Go off piano, love that it has a mic too.

5. Belgium. Pink is back, yas. Love asymmetrical hat. Okay back up vocals have more power that main man, like damn, turn them up! Kinda like that low beat. Fun.funfun

Graham yooo, the only uk host im excited to see in final. So weird to see him and hear him at the same time lmao.

6. Cyprus. wooo. Didn't get memo for the pink theme. woooOOOooo. English, but accent is thick so I'll take it. wooooOoOoO. Gets some shoes boy, barefoot look didn't add shit. I wonder how warm is the floor tho, lights and all the pyre prob heats it up good. Woooo

7. Iceland. Everyone shut up its iceland. Im biased. Laying on the floor, brilliant move. Oh red lining in the coat, great. Some pink light's so were in the clear there too. Asserting more dominance over the floor and laying on in some more. She jacked, wow. Good voice. Song? I felt nothing.

8. Greece. Laying on the floor. Waiting for the pink to cross it off my list. Oh no your voice isn't there to jump or even move and sing, sorry. Also no pink. ФEELINGS. Why are you doing that with that alphabet shuffle. Causing me pain, that's what. Do that with sung word and we'll talk.

9. Poland. Pink hell yah. This is makes me have flashbacks to the 00s radio. Everything, voice dance, costumes, underwhelming. Oh so her dress was shitty because it was hiding another dress and not 00s reference? Makes sense. Fuego attempt, sorry you're not HER

10. Slovenia. Not English + nasty bass, okay boys! Some pink clothing. Raided their parents closet from 80s. Can't pinpoint the high singer sadly.

11. Georgia. I was excited that she was yelling at me and then she stopped... Obsessed with the instrumentals. Pink appears on the screens briefly, if you care. Amazing voice, blew the dress away.

WELSH FLAG YES BITCH

What is that actor forgor here, he's not here to talk about anything substantial I bet. Alluding to Ukraine, not even head on mention, are you kidding me?

12. San Marino. Rocky. What's with the sound mixing this year, they let this one down. Oh eyes on the walls, ok. Laying on the floor gives you some kind of points, at least I can have list. No pink, but there was like only red.

13. Austria. Okay fun start, go queens! Very interesting vocal turns and melodies. Staging is immaculate! Costumes are great. UGH. Edgar lmao. A lot of red, we moving the spectrum it seems.

14. Albania. I swear Albania sent this before. Sorry, deja vu is insane for me here. Flashing aggressive red lights solidified spectrum change. Native language is an automatic W. Wait, I thought the limit was 5 people on stage, they had 6.

15. Lithuania. Pink and red, bold choice, bringing it all together. Okay more of a purple and orange, shut up. Back up is overpowering her when they sing chorus, at least it mixed better.

16. Australia. Oh I liked thier postcard bridge. Doing interesting thing with camera, lights. Some pink and red. Oh was that a brief breakdown, alrighty. Crisp guitars and synth. Ending with headbang, very energetic!

Pretty fun semifinals overall

#esc #Eurovision #Eurovision 2023 #2nd semi-final

[airi-p4]

JATP AU: Everlasting musical connection - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Epilogue

Julie and the Phantoms x Lukanette AU! 

I finally progressed with this story! YAY I loved this show and since there's not going to be a 2nd season, I decided to finish the story myself.

Summary:

Marinette is once again happy making music after the Phantoms (Luka, Juleka and Ivan) joined her band some months ago. But now, the ghosts are running out of time and they'll soon have to cross over... How will Marinette take the unexpected news? What are Luka and Marinette going to do with their secret feelings for each other? Will Felix let them freely go? Could there be a way for them to stay?

AO3

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CHAPTER 1

The three ghosts were sulking after a heated discussion at the garage that used to be their own back when they were alive, many years ago.

Juleka was on the floor, her back resting on the side of the sofa, combing her long hair, just to keep her fingers busy. Ivan was also on the floor, a little further from his bassist bandmate. The drummer's head rested on the table as he tapped it rhythmically with his nails. And finally, Luka was seated on the sofa, his bangs covering his eyes as he strummed the strings of his guitar melancholically, eagerly trying to avoid playing the song in his head without success. A song that made his bandmates share a look of worry. The question Juleka asked him was exactly what he tried to evade.

"Luka… are you sure you don't want to tell her your feelings?"

Luka sighed. "What would be the point, Jules? I'm a ghost. All three of us are! We can't even touch her." He groaned. "Making music together is enough for me. It has to be. Marinette deserves someone better. Someone real."

"Why did you compose that song for her, then? You even recorded it, right?"

"Oh, no. Not you too, Ivan." Luka rolled his eyes, but Ivan’s gaze expressed insistence and worry. "That song is just for her to listen to when we cross over and we're not around anymore. I want her to remember how extraordinary she is and how she and her music shine even when she's on her own, without the band. That's all."

"There's not much time left, Luka. The countdown-" Juleka stood up and showed her brother her wrist, but he looked away. "You should tell her how you feel or you're going to regret it. Tell Marinette-"

"Tell me what?" Marinette suddenly appeared at the door of the garage, arching an eyebrow.

"Marinette!" The Phantoms gasped.

"What's going on here?" She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, both demanding and concerned. Her eyes were fast enough to capture Juleka rushing to hide her hand. "What's on your hand, Juleka? What are you hiding? If you've fallen for another curse I swear I'm going to kill Felix for good this time! I don't care he's a ghost I'll get him and-" Marinette gasped in shock when she saw changing numbers on the bassist's wrist. "What does this mean? Is this…" She searched for answers in her bandmates' eyes. And she found them. "You're going to cross over…? When this countdown reaches zero…? In two days…?" The silence of the Phantoms confirmed. "And you guys didn't tell me!?" Marinette protested. The ghosts avoided her eyes, ashamed and guilty. The 'lifer' girl's frustration turned to anger and worry. "What happened? And since when did you know!?"

"You probably wouldn't believe it even if we told you…" Marinette showed a challenging look, so Luka continued. "Three days ago, three magical creatures appeared in front of us- a snake, an ox, and a tiger. They told us they were Gods and that they would protect us as much as they could, but that, without a miracle or a box or something supposedly magical we couldn’t really understand, they ran out of time and couldn't keep us in this world for much longer… They apologized and said the only thing they could do for us was show us the countdown of the time we have left, and they disappeared before we could ask them anything else…" Marinette furroweded her eyebrows, silent. "See? You don't believe it. Of course not-"

"That's not it!" Marinette yelled. "Tiny Gods that look like animals? Sounds crazy, but I would have believed you if you had told me! Especially when you being here, ‘existing after death,’  is already crazy!"

"She has a point…" Juleka admitted discreetly to herself.

"How could you hide this from me!? Did you want to disappear without saying goodbye?" Her fists clenched.

"I'm sorry, Marinette… it's just that… it's too hard for me- for us," Luka corrected himself, "to say goodbye. This band we have with you, 'Marinette and the Phantoms,' means everything to us. It makes us feel alive again- it gives us- our existence- a meaning" Luka's voice broke for a moment, while Marinette started tearing up. "We don't want to leave, Marinette… and if there was any way to stay we would do anything to, trust me."

"No! I trusted you and you hid this from me! You promised! All of you promised! I thought-" She trembled. "I'm so stupid! I should have expected this." She started bawling, unsuccessfully drying her unstoppable tears with her sleeves. She gazed at Luka for a moment, but his eyes were focused on the unknown CD on the table, avoiding watching her painfully falling tears. Hurt, Marinette turned her back on them. "I don't want you to leave… I don't want you to disappear… I don't want to play music ever again if it's not with you!"

"Don't say that, Marinette!" The Phantoms gasped and Luka stood up from the sofa, his guitar falling on the floor when he stretched his hand to reach Marinette, but she had already started running away. "Marinette!"

Luka let his weight fall back where he was previously seated,  leaned his head back, and sighed. "Just great…"

"I told you we should have told her, but you guys never listen to me..." Ivan shrugged. Juleka sighed deeply and Luka narrowed his eyes at him.

"I know, you're right," Luka admitted with a sigh. "We should have told her. I should have known better after everything we've gone through with Felix and his curses… Now she's probably bawling her eyes out in her room. But what else can we do? We don't have a choice… I don't want to see her sad anymore..."

"You know we can go into her room anytime, right? Privileges of being a ghost..."

"Not the best time, Juleka…" Luka sighed. "But thanks. I'm glad to have you both with me. You're the best friends I could ever ask for." Juleka and Ivan smiled back at Luka and approached to give him a hug he appreciated. "Let's write her a letter to apologize?"

"Lu, your handwriting sucks, you know? Let's compose a song for her instead."

"I agree with Juleka. Songs are more our thing."

"Yeah… I guess you're right." Luka chuckled at his teasingly smiling bandmates. "Get to your instruments, we're going to compose the best song ever! For Marinette!"

"Yes! Let's do this!"

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"Alya…" With her face sinking in the pillow of her bed, Marinette's cry sounded more like a mumble. "You were right. Absolutely right. I'm stupid. I should have listened to you when you told me how stupid I was for falling in love with Luka. He's a ghost! Of course it could have never worked! Of course he was going to cross over and disappear forever, leaving me behind, all heartbroken! It was too beautiful to be real! Too perfect to be real! Stupid, stupid me!"

"Woah, woah, girl- What's going on? Don't tell me you confessed to Luka?" Alya exclaimed through the phone. "Hold on, you gotta tell me everything! Stay where you are, I'm coming!"

"No, don't! I just need to vent and cry my eyes out- and then go back and apologize to the guys, because I should be happy they're finally going to cross over and go back where they should be instead of being selfish, wishing for them to stay here with me... Especially after everything they've been through with Felix and XY and also when they are-" she sniffed, "never coming again and leaving me all alone here and-" She started bawling again. "Alya… I don't want to make music ever again if it's not with Luka- with them… I can't-"

"Wait wait wait! Stop, Marinette! Don’t say that! You’re insanely talented, you can do amazing on your own! You have a very beautiful voice,” Alya said on the other end of the line. "Besides, you already stopped music once and you managed to get back at it stronger than ever. It will be ok, you'll see"

"That's only because Luka and the rest were there for me… without them- without Luka…” A hiccup interrupted her. “I really love him, Alya. He's the reason I can compose and enjoy music this much again. Everything related to music brings me memories of Luka and the band… But once they're gone, music will only remind me of my broken heart. Just like it was before, when I lost Mom..."

“Marinette… I warned you about Luka," Alya empathized. "I knew this was coming. I didn’t want you to get hurt…"

"I know…" Marinette sniffed.

"Hold on, I'm coming. Don't hang up, ok?" There was the sound of a door closing. "Do you want me to bring something? Your favorite chewing candy? Gummies? Marshmallows?" Marinette affirmed with a nasal voice. "Anything else? Chocolates, perhaps?"

"Lots of chocolates."

Alya smiled sympathetically as she rode her bike towards her best friend's house.

#my fic #airip4 #JATP AU #JATP x Lukanette AU #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette

[lctenights]

*  jeremy  shada  ,  trans  man  ,  he/him  ,  22  .  don't  suppose  you've  seen  jordan  porter  around  anywhere  ?  i've  been  meaning  to  tell  them  the  rumor  i  heard  about  them  .  you  know  ,  that  they're  a  hybrid  .  i  swear  they're  reminding  me  more  and  more  of  always  having  room  for  one  more  friend,  sitting  in  the  dark  and  watching  the  stars,  song  lyrics  hastily  jotted  down,  late  night  road  trips,  cuddling  up  by  the  fireplace  each  time  i  see  them  .  but  ,  then  again  ,  sometimes  i  feel  like  they  can  be  a  little  too  headstrong  .  guess  their  ability  to  be  bright  outweighs  that  ,  though  .  hey  ,  if  you  happen  to  see  them  ,  give  me  a  call  .  i  can't  wait  to  see  the  look  on  their  face  when  i  ask  if  the  rumors  are  true  .  [  penned  by  spirit  ,  21  ,  she/her  ,  est  .  ]

BASICS

full name: jordan oliver porter

nickname(s): jojo, jord, jordie

birthdate: february 14th (aquarius)

age: 22

gender/pronouns: trans man & he/him

sexuality: pansexual

species: hybrid (witch / untriggered werewolf)

BACKGROUND

mother: dr. violet porter

father: dr. benjamin porter

education: college (bachelor’s in criminal justice)

APPEARANCE

eye color: green

hair color: brown

height: 5′8″

piercings: none

tattoos: none

scars: top surgery, some on his legs and hands (”it’s a long story.”)

BIOGRAPHY

jordan oliver porter was born and raised in queens lace! his parents lived in a neighboring town then settled here upon securing jobs as a doctor and professor respectively. they instilled a love for learning & knowledge in their only child from day one, something he still carries to this day.

he gets the dad friend part of his personality from you guessed it, his father. always at the ready to fuss over someone and make sure they’re taking care of themself. then the goofball side comes from his mother. they both enjoy putting a smile on someone’s face or making them laugh, but mother and son can be serious when it’s time to get serious.

he was born on valentine’s day! people who know jordan like to joke that this is what makes him such a romantic, but the impulsiveness remains unaccounted for since his parents are the pro-con list-making type of people. (it’s the aquarius energy, baby!)

once he was old enough, his parents sat him down for a family discussion about his hybrid nature. up until then, he had received age appropriate answers but that day’s chat covered questions old, new, and ones he hadn’t even thought of yet. the porter household has always been a safe space, full of love and encouragement. however, as is tradition, mum remains the word on sharing this information with others. just to be on the safe side, as his parents and grandparents will say.

aside from the shenanigans that were bound to come along with his heritage, jordan’s life has been fairly normal! he did well in school, made a name for himself as a class clown and one of top students.

he also took up guitar & bass lessons to have an outlet for his seemingly boundless energy, to work on his focus. shortly after, he started writing songs when the creative energy turned into something concrete. a message that he wanted to get across, a story that he wanted to tell, a gripe that he wanted to get off his chest, or an idea that was simply entertaining to write about.

(ooc sidenote: this also led to him starting a band with some friends of his! more details to come as the connection gets filled so definitely keep checking back here!)

another love that jordan has is for mysteries! a curious kid who became a curious adult, he has no shortage of detective novels in his bookshelves and he often tries to guess twist villains in movies or shows. plus, being a private investigator caught his eye as a potential career option way back in the day. what better way to help others and give answers to cases that had long gone unsolved? and an added bonus - in his eyes at least - is that he would be working alone. he has never been interested in dragging other people into potentially dangerous situations with him, thank you very much.

jordan returned home to queens lace last year after graduating from college! he has a criminal justice degree under his belt, ready in the event he wishes to open up his own private investigation business or become a detective.

and all of this brings us to the present day! with recent events, he’s feeling quite protective over his loved ones and wants to help keep them safe however he can. but he also won’t deny the desire he has to dig a little deeper, see if he can help answer some of these unspoken questions.

what does the future have in store for jordan? only time will tell.

#unsacred.intro

[keyofw]

Back in 2020, I finished the first draft of a musical, and because the timing could not have been poorer, I've been essentially sitting on it and waiting for places to open submissions while I do minor revisions. So I made a full demo of the show and have decided to actually share the whole thing, piece by piece (it's also available on streaming services because I am that vain).

My snarky elevator pitch is that it's about the first ever incel to go to therapy. Or even better, a harem anime meets A Beautiful Mind.

(Posting the script, too. It is more updated/correct than the demo. I don't record all the dialogue.)

5 I'm in Love With a Genki Girl

(A guitar riff begins to play. In the back, another mechanical, egg-shaped pod appears, just like the one that contained NIKO. Smoke and lights, while the therapy office clears and MAX exits. This new pod opens to reveal CHARLIE, who is playing the very guitar riff we hear. She is mid-20s, with a punk-rock, non-binary femme aesthetic, clearly out of NIKO’s league. She comes downstage to a mic.)

CHARLIE WHO’S THAT GIRL RUNNING BY AND MAKING A SPLASH? SHE’S GOT AGILITY AND STAMINA AND SPEED OF THE FLASH. SHE’S SO FAR ABOVE YOU, YOU’D SWEAR SHE COULD FLY. YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T MATCH HER, BUT YOU’RE ITCHING TO TRY!

YOU START TO THINK, IS THERE NOTHING SHE CAN’T DO? SHE CAN’T SLOW DOWN AND WAIT UP FOR DEAD WEIGHT LIKE YOU. IF YOU CAN KEEP UP, SHE’LL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE. ONE DAY SHE’LL SHOW UP AT YOUR DOOR AND TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE!

(The other members of the cast - save for FRANKIE and SOCKS - enter as CHARLIE’s adoring fans, and NIKO takes the place of the top fan.)

NIKO HOW ANYONE LOVED ME, I NEVER COULD TELL. SHE’S OUT OF MY LEAGUE, I’M OUT OF MY SHELL!

I FEEL LIKE I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD, ‘CAUSE

NIKO + FANS I’M IN LOVE

NIKO WITH A GENKI GIRL. NOW I’M FLOATING UP TO HEAVEN ABOVE.

NIKO + FANS I’M IN LOVE, I’M IN LOVE WITH A GENKI GIRL.

(Fans scream in admiration as CHARLIE continues to play the rock guitar riff. The crowd hushes when she returns to the mic.)

CHARLIE IS SHE A FANTASY? IS SHE REALITY? TAKE OR LEAVE IT, YOU GET WHAT YOU SEE. IS THAT ADMIRATION OR A SPIKE OF FEAR WHEN THAT FLASH OF LIGHT MEANS SHE’S DRAWING NEAR?

SHE’LL LOOSEN YOU UP IF YOU’RE WOUND TOO TIGHT, SHE’LL WORK YOU OUT ALL DAY AND KEEP YOU UP ALL NIGHT. SHE’S GOT MAGIC HANDS. THEY COME FROM NEAR AND FAR JUST TO HEAR HER WHEN SHE PLAYS THE GUITAR:

(CHARLIE plays a rock guitar solo to her enraptured audience. FRANKIE and SOCKS enter as her backup. The three of them together form the POWER TRIO.)

POWER TRIO TELL ME WHAT IT IS THAT YOU ENJOY EVERY TIME YOU SEE HER. DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE HER TOY, OR DO YOU WANT TO BE HER?

NIKO I FEEL LIKE I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD, ‘CAUSE

NIKO + LADIES I’M IN LOVE

NIKO WITH A GENKI GIRL. NOW I’M FLOATING UP TO HEAVEN ABOVE.

NIKO + LADIES I’M IN LOVE, I’M IN LOVE WITH A GENKI GIRL.

(CHARLIE and returns to her mic, playing her guitar riff. The crowd quiets.)

CHARLIE I know what you’re thinking right now. You’re looking at me, you’re looking at them, you’re thinking: “there’s no way.” But I’m here to tell you, you can put anyone in their place, and if you put them next to me you’ll be asking the same question:

(The POWER TRIO comes forward as the music resumes.)

POWER TRIO TELL ME WHAT IT REALLY IS ABOUT THIS WOMAN THAT YOU LOVE HER. ARE THOSE DEVIL HORNS PREPARED TO SPROUT, OR A HALO UP ABOVE HER?

NIKO I AM COLD, SHE IS HOT, I’M A FAILURE, SHE’S EVERYTHING I’M NOT. LOVE IS A THING I’VE NEVER BEEN IN. I’M OVER MY HEAD, SHE’S UNDER MY SKIN.

I FEEL LIKE I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD,

NIKO + LADIES ‘CAUSE I’M IN LOVE

NIKO WITH A GENKI GIRL. NOW I’M FLOATING UP TO HEAVEN ABOVE.

NIKO + LADIES I’M IN LOVE, I’M IN LOVE.

I FEEL LIKE I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD, ‘CAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH A GENKI GIRL. NOW I’M FLOATING UP TO HEAVEN ABOVE. I’M IN LOVE, I’M IN LOVE WITH A GENKI GIRL!

(Music ends with CHARLIE finishing one more riff. Lights flash, then blackout. Everyone exits.)

#music #musical theatre #prog #metal #demo #niko no demo #lgbt #trans #nb #non-binary #writing #my writing #genki #Bandcamp

[coy-scouts]

thursday was my birthday. went to 555 and talked and walked around with e. around an hour after class. met with b at small cheval for some bougie burgers, which were absolutely delicious. couldn’t go too hard since b had work the next day and i had to attend prof. k’s class.

i’ve spent almost every weekend with b that it feels like muscle memory now. i slept over at his on the 16th, friday, after picking up some sashimi from joong boo. morning of the 17th, we got brunch at tweet, near his apartment. it’s a pretty ok brunch spot that turns into a gay bar at night. then we headed to get out monkeypox vaccines at lakeview. while we were parked outside the clinic this pedestrian appeared to spray something on the passenger’s door, which bothered me all day, although we didn’t see any residue on the car. we had time to kill before his abc event downtown so we grabbed mojito lattes at philz in lincoln park. the vibes at lincoln park were really bad--just rich white people. he seemed really bummed out, which made me feel bad, as usual, thinking that it was either my fault that he wasn’t happy and/or it was my immediate responsibility to make everything better for him.

we drove downtown for his abc event. i went to the harold washington library, which is the main branch of the chicago public library. it was huge and had a really creepy, liminal space vibe, which i loved but also made me very uncomfortable. i’ll definitely make another visit sometime. we regrouped after his event, and he still seemed really sad. we decided to drive to unique. i ordered bao from this odd super ghost kitchen to-go spot nearby, so we picked those up. he said he wasn’t hungry, but knowing him, i ordered food for two, which we split. 

we went back to his and got high, as usual. we played guitar and sang; he made gyoza, and i cooked the sashimi from last night (it felt right to). the next day, he really wanted to make chicken korma, so we picked up ingredients from shan. i cooked the korma for him and i think i did a really good job. after lunch he started to feel a little sluggish from the vaccine. we both took a nap. i was so feverish when we woke up, but he was feeling better. he had a hang with a.v. and k.j. that night so he drove me home en route. i felt so sick when i got home and decided to order a pizza from jet’s (which took over an hour to get to me!). a.v. and k.j. came from a trip to michigan and brought b home some gummies. on his way back from theirs, he dropped by mine and split them with me.

i was feeling really sick that night. i emailed prof. k preemptively in case i couldn’t make it to class the next day. still felt horrible in the morning, only made worse by my stomach (i guessed it was all the cheese of the pizza)--i emailed prof b. to say i couldn’t make it to class that day either, which was unfortunate since i was up for workshop that week. i ended up being able to zoom into my workshop meeting, so that was ok.

tuesday, sick too--don’t remember much, but i was running out of food so i got myself together and did groceries at tony’s before it closed.

wednesday, made it to prof. k’s class. picked up an inhaler at the pharmacy. prosem is my favorite class, but the vibes were so off that night. j.s. had tested positive the week before and wasn’t in class--neither did m.v. who was traveling, and both of them are big talkers in class. so it was pretty awkward. got dinner with most of the folks afterwards at this deeply meh bar near the school. i swear we have to find better places to get dinner. stayed up late to half-ass half an output for 555.

thursday, went to 555 barely prepared, but prof m.b. is so low-stakes so he said i could turn in my stuff at another time. hung out with e. again after class, just standing outside the building. i don’t really know how to communicate with him (although i’ve said this explicitly) that i’d love to hang out with him after class if he doesn’t have anything that night, since he and i have been talking at least half an hour after class every thursday and walking around. i accompanied him to target since he needed to buy paper towels, and went home. had one of b’s new gummies on the train. floated through that night. p.m. started chatting me up at one point and we started calling on facetime, which, as you might imagine, culminated in jacking off. i’m still not very used to virtual messing around on facetime but p.m. is very silly and gracious about it.

i’m pretty sure i have a little crush on e.: i keep learning so many things about him. but at the same time, he remains such an intriguing enigma. i can’t tell if he likes me, or if i’m being annoying and clingy (to be fair, i am like that to the cohort in general). still can’t tell if he’s queer or not and i wouldn’t be surprised if he was either since he’s given like, so little to work with. it’s like, you kind of expect someone to say something so virulently straight or so obviously gay and he’s done neither. i feel like he and i are both skirting around something. i haven’t mentioned b to him (why?). 

friday, went to campus for prof. b’s class and stuck around to work on 555 stuff, which i didn’t finish. went home and finished work at home. kept trying to get into a text conversation with e., in case he’d be down to hang out the next day.

today, well. today still feels like it’s hinging on that awkward interaction with b. and the fact that i’m not spending tonight at his place. besides that--after feeling like i was constantly pestering e. about hanging out (he replies sparsely--i guess he’s a lot like j.m. when it comes to communication--reminds me a lot of n.s.p. too, which has been eerie) he says he’s free tomorrow afternoon but doesn’t really know where to go or what to do. i’m too drained to think about that right now (i know he’s awake, i could probably just text him), but maybe that will sort itself out tomorrow.

i miss b and i wish we could spend this rainy night together.

#a.v. #k.j. #b. #j.s. #m.v. #e. #p.m. #j.m.

[angrycowboy]

Alex Manes Week 2021 | Day Two: Tropes

#roswell new mexico #alexweek21 #alex manes #malex #roswellnmedit #alexmanesedit #malexedit #*notsogifs #well this is a disaster #still absolutely love that I'M WITH THE BAND sticker #and that you see it on the case in 2x01 #i swear that guitar better make another appearance

[tartglias]

albedo, kaeya and xiao with a s/o who loves music

characters: albedo x reader / kaeya x reader / xiao x reader

prompt: could you possibly do albedo, kaeya, and xiao with an s/o who loves anything to do with music? (singing, playing instruments, listening to, etc.)

note: i apologize for xiao's. it's not my best work but i've been staring at this for way too long :( hope you all like it though

☆☆☆

albedo

albedo usually needs peace and quiet to work on his experiments. something about the pure silence brings him comfort, also reason why he decided to do his current experiments in the heart of dragonspine.

but there is always an exception, right?

he may love calm and quietness, but there's something he loves more: you and your music

when you drop by, you usually have your guitar in hand. sometimes it's your ukelele instead, since its smaller and easier to carry if you decide to visit him at his hideout in dragonspine.

either way, he just loves your visits. he can't help but immediately melt and relax at the sounds of your gentle strums on the guitar and your low humming.

seriously, he could be stressed out due to not being able to understand the source of a phenomenon, but the second you start playing your instrument he would immediately relax. its almost like magic to him.

most of your quality time together is spent like this. you're both passionate about your own things, albedo with his experiments and you with your music. two passions that would normally not go together, yet somehow you make it work

on another note: if you ever happen to compose a song for him and play it, he would most probably start malfunctioning. expect a very flustered, blushy and stuttery albedo :(

he would also ask you to play it every time you visit him, maybe more than once

"starlight, can you play my song?" he asked you from his desk, quickly glancing at you before looking back at his unusual-looking sweet flower, his current experiment.

you looked up from your guitar and sweetly smiled at him. "i've played it twice today already".

almost immediately, he turned around, momentarily leaving his experiment unattended. his eyes were on you, and a small smile appeared on his face. "please? it's just... i can't help but be in love with it"

kaeya

he didn't know you could sing

it's not like you hid your talent away from him, though. it's just that you simply didn't sing out loud that often, other than while cleaning the house or taking a bath. kaeya tends to be away in those moments, so he never caught you

but one day, he decided to surprise you and came home earlier than usual. wine bottle in hand and a bright smile on his face, he opened the door of your shared house

instead of finding you on the sofa eyeing some papers and archives from your job like usual, he heard a beautiful voice coming from the bathroom

he recognized it was your voice

kaeya swears he never heard such heavenly voice in his life. you were singing a melody he never heard before, it was soft and slow, yet beautiful

he found himself smiling against the door. but instead of walking in or shouting to make his presence be known, he decided to fill two glasses of wine and wait on the bed

all while enjoying the concert of course

stepping out of the bathtub and grabbing a towel to dry your hair and body, you continued humming the song you were previously singing. you had came up with the song a few days before, in a moment of inspiration and it has not left your mind ever since.

wrapping the towel around your body, you stepped out of the bathroom only to find kaeya laying on the bed with two glasses of wine and some snacks. startled, you let out a nervous laugh "i didnt expect you to come home early"

"you're perfect" he said, smirk on his face as he stood up and walked towards you. he handed you the glass of wine before kissing your cheek.

a blush quickly made its way to your cheeks, realizing he probably heard you sing a very embarrassing and un-finished song. "how long have you been here for?"

"enough to be hurt you hid such talent from me" he said, sipping from his glass of wine and laughing jokingly. "although, i've never heard that song before"

"that is because... i wrote it myself" you confessed, your voice getting lower and lower.

"like i said, you're perfect" kaeya said, smiling

xiao

it's no secret that you are obsessed with music. unfortunately, you weren't gifted with the ability to play instruments, and you weren't the best singer in teyvat either, but at least you had fun

it's a normal occurence to find you humming a song, or singing while walking through the streets of liyue harbor, or while you're on your way to take a commission

your favorite musical activity though, is listening to music. it relaxes you, it brings you peace

and specially, when a certain mysterious being plays a private concert at the top of wangshu inn, just for you

no one has ever gotten a glimpse of who was playing such melodic and beautiful tunes, yet there you sat, at the very top of the inn, watching how xiao plays an ancient song with his flute

it's like heaven, really

every time you managed to convince xiao to play something, you felt so at peace that you occasionally wondered if entering celestia would give you the same feeling

all the begging and long evenings spent cooking and preparing the perfect almond tofu for the adeptus were definitely worth it

"xiao" you called, gaining his attention almost immediately. "can you play me a song?"

he rolled his eyes, before muttering a low "no". you whined at this, and took his hand in yours while resting your head on his shoulder. you felt him flinch, but didn't pull away. "please pretty please" you begged

he muttered another "no", which got him another wave of you taking his arm lightly and whining. "please xiao, i've never heard such beautiful melodies before" you said, giving him your best puppy eyes.

xiao once again rolled his eyes, but a small smile made its way to his face. "i'll make you almond tofu tomorrow" you added, hoping that it would do the trick

you heard him sigh, before giving a small squeeze to your hand and standing up. "fine, but it better be the best almond tofu i've ever tasted" he says.

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[kimthwariru]

Namjoon reaction—calling him a ‘friend’ when he clearly has a thing for you

❀genre: smut, a bit of fluff

❀collage au

(This was originally supposed to be a quick reaction but something happened to me and I couldn’t stop writing)

“Look, Jisoo, I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong” you flash a cheeky smile at your best friend. She’s being going on and on about how this Kim Namjoon guy had a thing for you.

You can’t lie, you’ve seen him around in campus and sometimes you’d wish he would suffocate you with these thighs of his. Ugh. The perfect combo, lean yet masculine physique with a brain that actually functions for a change. You’ve seen the way these collage girls were circling him around and you can’t blame them, the guy was a catch.

But he was not your crowd of people. He was outgoing, social and had loads of what you like to call “the lad friends”. You guessed his main activities were partying and getting shitfaced every night.

You’ve talked to him a couple of times. He uses the same bench as you to read now and then. You would eventually take sneak peeks at the books he was reading, check if he had any taste or not, and the result was always better than what you expected. This guy knew books. He was not just reading what was on the best seller’s that week to look sophisticated in front of others.

When he caught you peaking he’d started having small talk with you. You swear you’ve never experienced a better conversation flow with another human being. This guy screamed comfort. He seemed genuinely curious about the things you were saying. None of that painful act of pretending to be interested just because he wanted to get laid. You had been talking with him for a month straight and aside from a few moments of some what flirty looks his actions never suggested something more.

His aura was welcoming and he always paid attention to the little things. Unlike some other shallow guys out there, he felt…different.

But how different could he really be? You’ve seen the people he hangs out with. Kim Taehyung? He had a relationship with three girls at the same time. Didn’t even apologize for being the biggest jerk in history. You’ve heard Jung Hoseok’s body count was reaching a 3 digit number AND Jeon Jungkook once fucked 4 different girls at the same night.

Just thinking about it makes you sick. It pains you to admit but there’s only one truth to this. Even if Kim Namjoon was interesting, he was definitely a person you needed to stay away from. All the data point to a big fuckboy alert!

“Come on y/n…. If he wasn’t even in the slightest interested in you then why did he tell me explicitly that he wanted you to attend the party??”

“An invitation to a party doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m sure I’m not his style. Have you seen the type of girls he hangs out with? Yikes.”

Jisoo smirked at you “Oh, I see you’re stalking him now?”

You shake your head “Don’t be ridiculous! We take Econ together, that’s all. What? Am I supposed to cover my eyes every time I see him?”

“Maybe you should” Jisoo came closer to you “Y/n, we’re going to that party”

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“This is a big mistake, I’ll get bored within the hour” You scream at Jisoo over the loud music.

“Don’t be a whiney ass and enjoy yourself for once” she handed you a drink.

Enjoy yourself for once. You and Jisoo’s definition of enjoying one self were clearly very different. You scan the room to look for any familiar faces you could talk to. Unfortunately, not a lot of your acquaintances attended frat parties.

Your head motion immediately pauses when you meet eyes with Namjoon across the garden. Was he looking at you this whole time? You feel your cheeks burn.

Initially, you don’t know how to react but eventually you flash him a small smile and focus back on Jisoo

“Kim Namjoon just gave me the biggest stare of all time” you say as you down your drink

“What!?” Jisoo’s eyes widened “This is the time where I say I told you so.”

You think for a second that maybe Jisoo was right all along. But that just makes the whole thing more dangerous for you. You can’t lie, Namjoon is attractive, but you knew he was trouble. Maybe he liked you today and then liked another girl tomorrow.

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your shoulder “Hey y/n, Jisoo. Glad you guys made it” Namjoon’s low voice pierced your ears.

Jisoo gave you a look before replying to him “Hey!! We couldn’t miss such a night!” She smiled “right y/n??”

“Yeah!! Totally” you cheer kind of awkwardly.

Namjoon’s eyes fixed on you. You felt his stare eat you up. His whole presence felt angelic yet overwhelming. “Do you guys maybe want to join us? We’re sitting right by the pool”

“Oh! Sure, why not!” Jisoo answered almost immediately

You were walking towards the pool, Namjoon was pacing right next to you, he was so close to the point where you could sort of smell his cologne. You swear you could get drunk off his scent.

“I have to be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually come” He chuckled

“Are you disappointed?” You teased and raised an eyebrow.

You see a dimple smile making its appearance, how can this dude be so incredibly hot and cute at the same time? “I think pleasantly surprised would be the right way to put it”

Why do you feel like you can not breath? He hasn’t said much, yet you feel yourself burn up all of a sudden. “Good to know” you smile back.

“Joon! You have to see this” was the first thing Taehyung yelled when you arrived to the place where the guys were sitting “12 o’clock, Hobi making out with Mina from 3rd year. Can you believe it? After two years of trying to get it, he finally succeeds”

Of course the main talk is girls. No surprise there.

“Jungkook bitch, you owe me 20 bucks” Taehyung eyed Jungkook

Your expression screamed disgust. Apparently, Namjoon noticed “They are not as bad as they seem” he elbowed you.

You give him and awkward laugh “I’ll take your word for it” You lie.

“Guys, this is Jisoo and y/n. Can you stop trying to head lock each other and say hello? You’re embarrassing me” Namjoon introduced the pair of you to the boys who were still arguing about the bet. 

“Oh, hey girls.” Taehyung paused to inspect Jisoo’s face. “Hey, business and shipping? Ain’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Jisoo smiled

“Hyung aren’t you taking that class for like the third time? How many times can you fail you recon?” Jungkook teased him and Taehyung answered by giving him a slap on the shoulder.

“Hey y/n, do you want to go grab a drink? I think you’ll need it if you are to tolerate these guys” Namjoon offered.

“I trust you know best” you smile and quickly follow behind him. His shoulders wide and his muscles very visible even through his airy shirt. This guy was a whole statue.

“By the way, I’ve never seen you at parties before. I think I saw you once at the December ball but that’s about it. Not really a big fan of these kind of things, are you?” He suddenly said. You can’t really decode his words. How did Kim Namjoon know you even went to the December ball? You’re pretty sure you didn’t even talk to him that night.

“Interested in me much?” You give him a cheeky smile but he was just looking at you, a couple of seconds passed without him responding “I’m only joking! It’s true I don’t really attend these sort sort of things.”

“And what do you do for fun miss y/n?” He laughs and you swear if you could bottle the sound and get drunk on it you would.

“Oh you’ll think I’m lame”

“Try me” he said in a serious tone while starring right through your eyes. Suddenly, your body felt too heavy for your legs to bear. How can he get to you like that?

“Okay…” You start, him looking at you like that didn’t help control your train of thought, but you manage to get a hold of yourself “So you know that little corner cafe on willow street? Every Friday they have these comedy music nights. A guy-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar, yeah! I used to go there every Friday during my freshman years! Do they still do that old thing? I swear the pun with the atom never failed to make my day.” He started laughing again.

“Whoah what? You’re telling me you’ve been to the shrieking shack?” That place was a little treasure you’d found earlier this year. It was an amazingly cozy place, perfect during the cold winter time. The staff were all so kind and wore these big oversized colorful ties. But the people going there were all much older than you. You’ve never heard someone your age talk about that place. Let alone a person like Namjoon.

“Careful how you talk to a veteran y/n. I’ve basically helped to build the place” he chuckled.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice greeted you.

“Jimin! Oh my god, hey! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!” You hug him.

Jimin was a great soul, he majored in contemporary dance and ballet. He had been traveling for the past couple of years enrolling in some extra ballet classes in the magical city of Paris. You envied him for his talent and admired him for his passion.

“Girl, you have to come visit me. You’ll love Europe!”

“I would also LOVE to have some money in my wallet” you laugh “Oh Jimin, this is my friend, Namjoon. We go to collage together”

Namjoon gave you a look and soon after shook Jimin’s hand “What’s up. Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too! But y/n, I’m so so sorry, I have to go. I was actually on my way out just now. I sort of uhm, have a thing-you know” he coughed “I’m leaving in two weeks, can we please meet before that?”

You knew Jimin was probably off to his ex boyfriends house. They broke up before Jimin left for Paris but every time he got back he’d have a couple of hookups with him. “Oh yeah! I bet you’ve got something very important right now, you better go quickly” you teased him “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?”

Jimin laughed so much his eyes were barely visible “definitely! text me! I’ll be off then! Bye mister Kim Namjoon” he playfully said and was out of your sight a second later.

“You two seem…close” Namjoon suddenly commented

“Yeah! We were! But he has been studying abroad for like two years now.”

Namjoon’s facial expression was quite enigmatic “Did you guys ever… you know”

“Oh no no no.” You pause to make a small chuckle “Jimin isn’t exactly interested in, well, girls like me, or to be exact, girls in general”

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he immediately bursted into laughter “oh… I see” he made a pause “So tell me then, how come the old soul that never goes to parties finally attends one?”

You feel your cheeks burn red. Partly because the reason you went was him. You don’t know why, but the past month you and Namjoon hit it off very well and you wanted to test Jisoo’s crazy theory, you wanted to make sure for yourself if Namjoon was interested in you or not. Now the problem was, even if it turned out he did like you, you didn’t know what you’d do exactly. Namjoon was a really nice guy, but he didn’t come without his red flags.

“Just wanted to try something different, I guess”

“And how’s that 'different' treating you so far?”

What could you possibly tell him? That you have enjoyed every minute you guys have been talking? That you think that just by staring at you he could make you feel things no other guy could? You barely can admit all of that to yourself. “I think pleasantly surprised is the right way to put it” you repeat his words from before.

You see him smile at that. “You know what y/n? I’m really happy you came”

How can he make your heart beat so fast with just one sentence? “Oh really? And why is that?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I just like talking to you, you know? Whenever I’m around you I feel at ease, like I can tell you anything. I feel different when I’m with you, but in a good way”

“Wow” that sound escaped your lips without your consent

Namjoon laughed “Why? Is it too weird?”

“No! Definitely not weird, more like, I don’t know, surprising?”

“In what way?”

“Well you’re… Kim Namjoon, you’re the 2021 class president and you’re like the most popular guy in the whole campus right now.” You made a pause “And I’m just..-“

“The most interesting girl I’ve ever met” he cuts you off

The way he was looking down at you made butterflies grow in your stomach “You really think so?”

He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him “I know so” he leaned down, you swear his eyes had the whole galaxy painted inside of them. You couldn’t even breath properly at this point. Kim Namjoon was too close and the only thing you were thinking about was how well his kiss would feel “God, you’re so beautiful” he said and pulled you in for a soft, gentle kiss.

You couldn’t believe your senses. Kim Namjoon was kissing you and you really thought the earth had stopped spinning right then and there. You could feel his big palms traveling up and down your back.

His kiss was breathless, jubilant, filled with the joy of life, and you should stop him, he is no good to you, you know that, but his scent is delightful and his lips are so warm.

Unconsciously, your hands reach the inside of his shirt. His skin hot and soft at the touch.

"y/n" he practically moans your name, and just the sound makes your knees go week "Don't do that, I don't think I'll be able to stop"

"Who said anything about stopping?" You say and go back to kiss him even more passionately this time.

“There’s a lot of people here, my room is upstairs, would you perhaps want to-“

“Yes.” You immediately say. You don’t care about anything anymore, you’d let your future self deal with the consequences of today’s actions. The only thing that has been lingering in your mind is how good he’d feel inside of you.

The moment you’re finally alone in his room, he lifts you up, swinging you around and kissing you. It was like a dream. Namjoon was everything you wanted. Your reluctance about getting with him didn’t matter any more, the tingly feeling in your stomach overtook every single bit of hesitation you had. You needed him.

“God, you’re lovely” he exhaled

He looks at you as he sinks you down on the bed. Planting a soft kiss before his hands quickly begun to peel away clothes, yanking his belt loose, fumbling hurriedly at his trousers.

You look at his lips tracing your skin and the faint moisture left behind, you look at his muscly arms as he lifts you up and sinks you down again, you look at him looking at you, with eyes brighter than the sun itself. Was this all a dream?

When your dress was finally off he undoes your bra clasp on the way down. Slowly planting kisses on your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, your sternum, and you arched you back as you were needy for more.

His lips finally reach your nipples .Your boobs smooth under his hands, your nipple firm under his tongue, and there, that makes you squirm again, a little more insistently this time.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking wet right now, I feel it” You moan

You see him raise an eyebrow. A vivid smirk painted on his face “Let’s check, shall we?”

He splays his hand low across your belly, and the first brush of his thumb over your clit makes you breathe in sharply and him forget to breathe at all.

“I’m your friend?” He breaths in, his voice dangerously low

“Oh come on” You manage to say in between moans “what was I supposed to tell Jimin?”

His strokes and flicks are light and teasing, his thumb carefully circling around your clit. He gives you a slow, constant, unyielding pressure that makes your breath come up short, makes your toes curl in the effort not to move.

“I’m gonna fuck the word ‘friend’ right out of your pretty little mouth” he covers your mouth with an intense kiss before slipping two fingers of his free hand inside of you, and you makes a noise like triumph and want all wrapped up together. If his fingers felt like this, you can’t imagine how his dick felt like.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up, he keeps his eyes on his hands, on you, spread out beneath him “You like that baby?”

God, just the way the word 'baby' sounded coming from his mouth could make you come right this second. You look at him, his eyes look as hungry as his voice sounded. This dude was out of this world.

“Please Namjoon, I want it, I want you inside of me right now”

Namjoon lowered his underwear, and simply pressed his hard member on your slit. You could feel his balls softly caressing your clit as he made subtle movements while kissing you. “Such a needy little thing” he teases “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside of you”

“Oh..” you moan “I’d do anything, please…give it to me… fuck me like you own me” you whined as you used your pussy to caress his length up and down. He seemed to enjoy they way you touched him.

“Fuck y/n… that feels so good” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Imagine what my inside will feel then” you whisper in his ear “I’m such a tight good girl” you move your mouth in front of his, bitting his bottom lip as he growled when he felt your movement grow faster

“Fucking hell” he immobilized your body with his hands and pressed you down to the bed. He immediately shoves his dick inside you, filing you up to the brim before staying there for a couple of seconds and then pulling out completely. That movement made your vagina crave to be filled all the way up again.

“More” you whine, a dopey expression all over your face. You were so needy of him, but you didn’t care.

He lowered his left hand towards your thigh and gave it a big squeeze, kissing you aggressively while doing so. He quickly braced himself back into you, you felt your walls completely wrap around his member. It felt magical.

His strokes long and steady in the beginning. Every time he went in and out completely you felt the pit of your stomach burn in pleasure. Namjoon was doing everything right, you can’t lie to yourself, this is the best sex you’ve ever had. Normally with other guys you don’t even come close to coming, but now, you feel yourself trying not to do so.

“You like my dick being inside of you baby?” He plants a small kiss on your neck and goosebumps run down your spine.

‘Like’ was nowhere near good enough of a word to explain how much the sensation of him thrusting his hard member in and out of you made you feel. “I love it Namjoon… I just love it…”

Your words must’ve turned Namjoon even more on, because his pace immediately started becoming faster and sloppier. Every time your skin touched a loud sound could be heard. Namjoon was thrusting deeper and deeper into you, and every time he’d fill you up completely you’d cry out his name.

“Ah, I like my name so much better when you fucking moan it like that” he says and started shoving his dick inside of you like crazy. You could tell he was close to coming, and so were you.

It wasn’t long until you felt your walls clenching and your toes curling. The sensation overtook all of your body, it was mad… your heart beat uncontrollable. Namjoon made you feel a completely new range of emotions.

“Ah y/n, I can feel you cumming all over my dick” his voice cracky, You could see how turned on he was by all of this, by you. “Fuck” he shoved harder “You’re so” harder “fucking hot”

Namjoon stopped and pulled out immediately spreading his cum all over your tummy. The sight was breathtaking, you’ve never found a man so attractive while coming before, but then, Namjoon is no ordinary man.

He quickly grabs a couple of tissues and wipes you clean before laying on top of you again, placing another soft kiss this time. His hand playing with your hair. You were both naked and sweaty and a mess but it felt so magical. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. You didn’t want even a centimeter of distance between you and him.

He suddenly stopped kissing you and simply stared at your eyes. After a minute or two, or maybe three, you're not really sure, time didn't exist right now, he tacked a string of hair behind your left ear.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date. Please. I know you don’t normally go out with guys like me, but I swear I’ll make it worth your while-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar. How does that sound? Or are you too good for the shrieking shack now?” You chuckled

“I’d love that” he smiled, making your heart melt a little.

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