#it's my go to song when i'm home alone to blast and scream at the top of my lungs

[issie-https]

Smut:8 and smut:14 with izzy please?🙏🙏

Summer days

Izzy Stradlin X Reader

A/n: First request! I’ve also got another one on the way which I’m excited for! As always, my requests are open so feel free to request anything🩷 With the song, it’s just what I was listening to while writing this but I feel like it works well with it🤷‍♀️

Word count: 900

Warnings: Smut, sloppy summer sex

Masterlist

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"Hi, guys!" I smiled as I welcomed Axl, Duff, Steven and Slash into mine and Izzy's new house. "This is nice, Y/n," Steven said. "Aww, thanks Stevie," I smiled, ushering them into the living room. "Where's Izzy?" Axl asked at the absence of his best friend. "He's changing into his swimming trunks, he'll be down so-," I got cut off by Izzy yelling, "IM HERE!" As he came down the stairs. I just rolled my eyes at my boyfriend acting like a child with his boyfriends. "I'm going to change into my bikini. I'll be right back," I whispered into Izzy's ear. He simply nodded and turned back to his conversation. "Oh, and help yourself to drinks, Izzy will show you where they are," I smiled.

I was changing into my bikini when all of a sudden, music started blasting through the house. Why have children when you can have Guns N Roses.

"I'm back! Izzy, what is in that cup?" I said, looking at the weird concoction in Izzy's cup. "I don't know, Axl made it," he replied, making eye contact with me. "Please don't murder everyone," I laughed, mixing myself a drink.

After a few minutes, Izzy and Axl decided to start the barbecue. Now, I'm nervous for this because a few things could happen. One, it could go just fine. Two, they could set something on fire. Three, they could just start arguing with each other. But for now, I will give them the benefit of a doubt.

"AXL!" I heard Izzy yell from the grill. "One sec," I smiled and rushed over to them. "What are you screaming at Axl for?" I whispered-yelled at Izzy. "The idiot isn't listening," he whined. "What do you want him to do?" I asked calmly, trying to diffuse the tension Izzy was making. "I asked him to go get the stuff from the fridge," he whined again. "Why don't you do it?" I suggested. "Because," he shrugged. "Jeffery Dean Isbell, go get it yourself," I said. "Axl, do you need anything?" I smiled. "Just a beer, please," he smiled back, handing me his empty bottle.

Once the food was finally cooked and laid out on the table, we all sat down and ate, talking about any and every topic on our minds. But for some reason, Izzy stayed fairly quiet.

"That was amazing, you two," I smiled at Izz and Axl who were now on their 8th or 9th beer. "Izz, can you help me bring the plates into the kitchen please?" I asked to which he just nodded, picking up a stack of plates.

"What's wrong?" I asked when we reached the kitchen. "It's nothing," he grumbled, turning his back to me. "Izzy," I scolded as he knew I hated when he ignored me. "Y/n, just leave it. I'll tell you when the others have left," he spat, making me shove the plates in the sink and storm out to the garden. "Y/n," he grumbled.

I spent the rest of the time in the pool with Steven and Duff, just chilling and talking about random shit until they all decided to go home, leaving me alone in the pool and Izzy alone on the sun lounger. "Y/n?" He said. "Not in the mood to talk," I blurted, tuning away from him. "Y/n please," he begged. "What? What is so important now?" I replied, turning to look at him. "Come here," he whined. "Why?" I asked. "Just come here," he grumbled. I got out of the pool, walked over to him and he pulled me onto his lap. "Oh," I said as I felt his boner underneath me. "Get it now?" He whispered in my ear, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, getting closer to my heat each time.

I didn't reply, I just got off his lap and pulled him through the house and into our bedroom. "I'm sorry, baby," I cooed as I kissed him. "I forgive you, princess," he said as he kissed me back. We joined in a sloppy but romantic kiss as we got closer to the bed. The heat in general was high but with Izzy kissing me this way, we were both lightly sweating already. "I love you.. so... much," he said in between kisses. "Love you.. so much... mm too," I moaned as he pulled away to remove my bikini top and help me step out of my bikini bottoms.

He slid off his swimming trunks and his hard cock slapped against his stomach, leaking with pre cum. I lay back on the bed as he positioned himself between my legs. He thrust himself into me, making me moan loudly. "You're so pretty," he praised, kissing my lips again. His thrusts were sloppy but deep, hitting my g-spot every time he thrust. "Fuck, Izz," I moaned, scratching his back with my nails. "You feel so good," he rasped, reaching between our bodies to rub my clit, making me gasp at the added stimulation. "Izz, I'm c-close," I moaned. "I know, princess," he groaned, continuing the circles on my clit. "Cum for me," he moaned. I came on his cock, feeling him pulse inside me as he came, filling me up with his cum. "You're so good for me," he praised, making me blush. "I love you," I smiled. "I love you too,".

#guns n roses #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin imagine #slash gnr #axl gnr #duff gnr #gnr #steven gnr #axl rose imagine #duff mckagan imagine

[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 17 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 18

Summary : You and Loki try to move on from the heartbreak but is it really possible to get over your person?

Trigger Warning : Self destructive behaviour. Lots of crying .

Listen to Go your own way by Fleetwood Mac for full effect.

Your tears didn't stop coming, you really wanted to stop crying but you couldn't. You looked at the passenger seat and it made you want to disappear. You came here with him and now you are going back to the place you came from, all alone, just like you have always been. You turned the radio on and it was just your luck laughing at you because you heard the song 'Go your own way' playing. You had it on vinyl at home but you never played it in these past few months because you didn't want to jinx it. You didn't want him to go a different way.

"Loving you Isn't the right thing to do, How can I ever change things..that I feel If I could maybe I'd give you my world. How can I..When you won't take it from me" you chuckled as the lyrics were such a slap on your face, this unbearable pain that you were feeling was something that you didn't think you will ever be able to heal from. You'd rather get shot again then feel whatever you were feeling right now, at least being shot was quick and you didn't suffer for long.

You died. Just like that. But now you had to live your life with this agony and you just didn't feel strong enough for it. You didn't know how you will do this all alone again, you have gotten so used to his affection, his company in your life that just the thought of walking into that apartment all alone filled you with a never ending dreadful feeling.

As the last chorus blasted on the radio you sped up your car, you weren't thinking, you haven't slept all night, and your chest hurt. All that sorrow and guilt was manifesting itself into a physical symptom.

As you drove past Bruce, he looked at Natasha

"What is she doing, Tash?" Her eyes teared up as he looked at her horrified.

"Follow her..oh god .. follow her" he sped up as well to get closer to you. He was afraid that because of the icy road your car would slip off the edge.

He finally caught up with you as you had stopped on the side, so he parked right behind you. Natasha quickly got out and stepped inside the passenger seat. You were wailing and your screams ripped her heart out. Why would something like this happen to you? She couldn't understand. You helped him and saved him, you loved him unconditionally then why wasn't it returned to you, why would fate fuck you up like this?

She wrapped her arms around your shoulder and pulled you in for a hug as she tried to console you. But she knew it would take a lifetime or more to bring back the girl you were in these past few months. Bruce was right outside leaning against your car, he couldn't even look at you right now, he has never witnessed a person going through such a heartbreaking ordeal before.

.................

When Loki returned to the house, Priscilla crossed her arms,

"Is she gone?" He looked at her as she used that harsh tone for you.

"Do you know she saved me? She's the only reason why I am standing here in front of you" his voice was so soft, he would never be able to talk about you with a lack of tenderness in his heart. He was in love with you and he didn't think his heart would ever accept not having you beside him.

"Is that why you fucked her?" She asked him and his eyes teared up so she sighed "I'm sorry.. I just..I'm jealous alright? I know our relationship hasn't been the most romantic one but when you left I ..I missed you okay?" She walked towards him and cupped his cheeks then she kissed him softly

"I didn't leave, I was shot at and kidnapped against my will, I was tortured" she hugged him but he didn't want to embrace her, he didn't feel her warmth and he didn't understand why she felt so cold all of a sudden. He thought about the last time you hugged him when he came back from the hospital and how distant he was to you. Why did he do that? Why didn't he just hold you tightly when he could have? Now you are gone and his arms are craving to be wrapped around you again. He wanted to cling to you just the way he used to.

"Let's just start afresh, yeah? I need you, Alvis needs you Loki, never forget that you are his father" he nodded as she wiped his tears. Even though his heart wasn't fully into it, he had to fulfill the responsibilities that he carried on his shoulders, that's what he promised Priscilla when he married her and he wasn't the type of man to stray away from the vows he took with her.

.................

After a week when you finally reached NYC, you went to Phil's apartment first instead of yours. Nick was there too so you told Phil that you'd come later but he stopped you and introduced you to him, he had to be at work soon so he kissed Phil goodbye and you forced a smile at him

"You are back so soon, did you find his home?" Your eyes teared up as he asked you that

"I did..His home, his memories, his wife..his kid, I found everything" tears choked your voice and he instantly knew how heartbroken you must feel so he hugged you tightly. He feared that something like this could have been a possibility but he never wanted it to come to life. He could see how disheveled you looked, you weren't sleeping or eating or drinking water. You didn't want to do anything.

"I can't believe that he is married…oh god I'm sorry honey I'm sorry" you sobbed at the mention of his marriage. He made you sit down on the couch and he held a glass of water over your mouth so you took a sip and then he laid you down on the couch. As you felt his hand caressing your head, you finally got a few hours of uninterrupted sleep after a week.

And then you dreamt of Bluey, he was there with you, just holding onto you tightly, sniffing your neck, writing love notes for you, purring when you scratched his scalp and tilting his head when you said something he didn't understand. But when you woke up you were thrown deeper into the cruel reality again. Bluey was gone and he wasn't coming back. Things that once made you so happy only hurt you in the moment.

You picked up Cat and finally decided to work up the courage to go to your own apartment.

Mistake, it was a huge mistake because as soon as you stepped inside you broke down again. Every corner of that small dingy place reminded you of him. Your bedsheet still smelled like him, that framed love confession on the drawer pierced your heart, the books you got for him were scattered on the floor where he used to sit and read, the notebook had his writing scribbled on it. You could see him standing next to the window staring out at the world, and you hoped that he was happy now that he was living in it. You saw him in the kitchen hugging you from behind and everything just hurt you deeply.

You have never felt such pain in your life and you didn't think you would ever go through such a loss again. You lost a part of yourself. When he was here you feared that he'd leave someday and you hoped that his memories would be enough to get you by but they had become your weakness instead.

You slid the glass of the freezer aside , it wasn't turned on so you placed the blanket and the pillow he used to sleep on at the bottom, and climbed in.

You looked up at the ceiling and just stared at it for a while until the exhaustion from all the crying made you pass out eventually. Atleast you could have him in your dreams, nobody can take that away from you.

..............

Loki woke up early in the morning, took a shower. He looked at himself in the mirror and decided to do his hair the way you did for him sometimes. Two braids from the side which he tucked it behind his head, then he pulled the few strands out on his face. You always told him how beautiful he looked like that and your giggling face flashed in front of his eyes.

His eyes teared up at the memory, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. You were all alone there and he just wanted to run to you. He just wanted to hold you, place his head between the crook of your neck and cry his heart out because he hasn't been able to do that around Priscilla. Crying in front of her always felt like a weakness. He was a god and gods shouldn't pertain to such frailty.

He was wearing a trouser so he just wrapped a shawl around him to cover his bare body and stepped out of the house to walk around the village. He smiled as the kids flocked around him, they were so happy to see him return. Then he looked at her, Darcy, he remembered her staring at him and you very intensely when he came back here. She ran away, so he followed her, he knew where exactly she'd go.

"You have been avoiding me" she gasped as she heard him behind her, she was out by the lake, picking up the flowers. Lavender and Roses, his favorite, her mother made the most beautiful flower bouquets to sell them in the city.

"I'm not avoiding you loki, how are you?" She asked him and he smiled

"I am.. back. You didn't come to see me" she sighed as he said that. Darcy saw Loki when he returned with a woman by his side and two other people. She didn't know who she was but she knew something was going on between them.

"I was busy, how's Priscilla?" He looked away as she questioned him

"She's ..my wife" she chuckled at the confirmation. She knew that very well and she hated it to say the least.

"That girl seemed nice, the one who brought you here" Loki's lips curved into a smile as he thought about you.

"She is nice, very decent.. one of her kind, truly" his eyes teared up but he kept smiling.

"So just like you?" Darcy responded and he chuckled.

"So why were you avoiding me?" He asked her as he plucked a rose and gave it to her so she could keep it in her basket.

"Why would I avoid you brother?"

"I don't know dear, it's been a week but you didn't come and talk my ears off like you used to before" her eyes teared up because she never wanted to ignore him like that. She was 5 when Loki came here, he still looked the same, but she grew up. At first she worshiped him like the god he was, just how rest of the villagers did but soon she developed a brotherly bond with him. It was really hard on her when he disappeared all of a sudden.

That's why when he came back and she learned that he was shot by someone, her heart broke. Reason why she was glaring at him and others that day, not with malice but with concern and care for the man who always protected her like they were siblings by birth .

"I just.. Do you trust the people you are close with?" She asked him and he nodded

"Absolutely"

"What if you find out that they have betrayed you?"

He looked at her curiously as she asked that.

"I'd be hurt, obviously. Why did you ask, little one? Pray tell me"

She changed the topic after that as she didn't want to cause any trouble but it didn't sit right with him. She caught him up on the village gossip and everything he had missed in the last five months.

When he went home, Priscilla had Alvis around her arm and she was going somewhere

"I'm going into the city to get groceries, since you are here now and I have run out of meat and stuff" she told him and he nodded,

"Is Brutus not selling us the meat anymore?" He asked her and she fidgeted around nervously.

"I just don't think it's very hygienic to eat that" he raised his brow at the remark. Where was this coming from ? "Besides I have to buy some other things as well and you keep asking for tea so I will get that for you" He felt guilty as he noticed the concern in her voice, he wished he was able to love her the way a husband was supposed to love his wife.

"Okay be careful dear, you are taking Alvis with you?" He enquired and she shook her head.

"I'm gonna leave him with Debra, she has been helping me take care of him, while you left us here..alone"

The guilt dissipated a little as she kept using that word for him. He didn't leave on his own accord, it bothered him to the core but he didn't want to argue with her.

He went upstairs to his room, he had his own garden in the back of the house and everything had died in there since no-one was taking care of the crops, so he wanted to flourish it and grow it again. He really enjoyed growing food and herbs for Priscilla and Alvis. His eyes fell upon the long overcoat in the closet, the one that you had put on him when he was coming here so he took it off the hanger, there was an envelope Inside the pocket and his eyes teared up.

He knew what it was. He went to the backyard, laid down on the floor over the snowy bed and opened the envelope. It had pictures of you and him with Cat that Phil gave to him. He missed that little ball of fluff alot. It also had pictures of you from before he met you, a smile crept on his face as his fingers brushed over your pretty features.

"Hello my darling, how are you? I miss you" his eyes welled up more as he continued to look at you, he could see the clear difference between the photos you took before you met him and the ones you took after. Your eyes didn't seem sad in the ones where he was with you. He had missed looking at your face and these pictures exacerbated that feeling but he didn't want your memories to wound him, he wanted it to keep him going instead.

"I hope you miss me too, my darling little love, but I also wish for you to smile today, you haven't done that since you left, have you?" He turned sideways and perched himself on his elbow while he flipped through the same photos over and over again.

"I wish I could have told you how beautiful you are to me" he mumbled again as he wiped his tears with his fingers.

He missed you so much and it was killing him slowly, more and more everyday.

If he was a free man you'd be here right now, right here, on top of him or better yet, under him while he'd love each and every inch of you. Intimately and thoroughly, using his mouth, his fingers, his cock, he just wanted to drown you in gratification. He wanted to whisper the words of affirmation in your ears while he'd make sweet tender love to you, something he has never been able to do before, he was incapable of verbalising his desires before and now that he was, he didn't have you writhing and convulsing under him.

Before his thoughts could wander off even more he reminded himself that he wasn't a free man and he had to stop thinking of you like that. But he wasn't able to stop. You made him feel so strong but he was so weak for you.

................

Another week passed and you had to go to the research facility to grab whatever stuff you had left in your assigned locker or they would discard it. Stark shut down the facility a week prior and now you had to find another job as well. The NDA you signed with SI was null and void now, thankfully. As you stepped inside the building, the memories hit you like a train. You had spent 5 years around here and this is where you met your Bluey, the love of your life. Once you grabbed your stuff, your feet dragged itself to the chamber on the ground floor, the door was left wide open so you stepped inside.

This is where it all began for you two, you gave him the sandwich and he growled like a puppy, then he peeked his head up to look at you when he gave you the empty wrapper as a return gift. You still had it in your box of Bluey memories. You kept every gift he gave you except the ice because it melted. Just like your heart for him.

You sat down on the edge of the pool, it was dark, only a fluorescent bulb was lit in the corner of the chamber so you closed your eyes and refreshed the memories of your first meeting with him.

That made you cry and laugh, all at once. Life wasn't getting any easier without him but not a day goes by where you regret the moment you found him here and helped him escape. It was true that you wouldn't be in such miserable affliction if it wasn't for him but then you also wouldn't have found out what it was like to meet that one person who finally satisfied what your soul craved.

It craved intimacy that went beyond your bodies. You found him and sure you lost him but for those few months where you were loved by the man of your dreams, they undoubtedly were the best days of your life. You'd rather have his memories than not have him at all.

You were loved immensely, selflessly and unconditionally by him.

That's when you realized something.

That's when your heart knew that no matter how wrong your relationship was, considering your situations, there was no doubt that he still loved you. Just the way you still loved him.

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[villainsblog97]

Xdinary Heroes: Jooyeon as your Boyfriend

Happy 400 Days with Xdinary Heroes! Now I know I've already done a XH as your boyfriend and the romance troupes, but to celebrate 400 days with our heroes, I wanna get just a little more in depth with each member!

Summary: How is our fun-loving maknae bassist as your boyfriend?

Warnings: maybe some mentions of intimacy, Arguments, nothing too serious

Scenario: Boyfriend AU, Romance, Fluff, slight angst here and there.

(This is my boy! I'm about to hurt myself real good with this one!)

How You Met:

Okay

You two 100% definitely met at a music shop

You either had a 5 Seconds of Summer shirt on

Or you were listening to 5 Seconds of Summer

Either way he was in love

He told you how much he loved the Australian band

And from there you both talked about it for hours

Dates:

Dates with Jooyeon are so beyond fun

Like they're so random

But you love it

Sometimes they could be bowling

Or the amusement park

Or sometimes they're just in home dates where you guys have snacks and drinks and you're watching a movie

Or you could be watching music videos on Youtube

It's seriously so random

He might be sitting there with you watching a movie

And suddenly he wants to go get ice cream

Then while you guys are walking

He sees something else

And now he wants to go make couple phone cases

And on the way there

You guys pass by the music shop

So you gotta go in there first

Like I said

Random

But fun

Arguments:

(Can I just skip this one??)

Jooyeon doesn't show his emotions much

So sometimes it can look like he doesn't care

He may even act like he doesn't care

But he does

So when he hears you yelling

Or getting upset

It kills him

But just more on the inside

He would have to stop the fight

He would definitely use his guitar skills to his advantage

Play you all the songs he knows you love

You can't help it

He is your safe place

And you never want to lose that

If he's not anywhere near a guitar

He'll just walk over to you

And wrap his arms around you tightly

He'd also ask if you guys could just stop fighting

"I don't wanna fight anymore"

Affections:

This boy is so affectionate

He craves it

All the time

Like he loves when you hug him from behind

He'd do the same to you

He also loves holding you at night

He sleeps better that way

He's never afraid to show how much he loves you

He'd also sit with you

His arms around you

Teaching you how to play the guitar

Stealing a kiss every now and then

Okay now it needs to be covered

Jooyeon looks like a romantic kisser

Like he likes to build up to the kiss

Then when he does

He takes his time

Holding his hand against your cheek

Or rested gently on your neck

Or wrapped around your waist

And his kisses are always so tender and loving

Nothing is rushed in any way

(I'm actually crying)

The Little Things:

The list you have for things you love about Jooyeon

Could drag all the way to China

His voice would be the top of the list

His voice alone is one thing you definitely fell in love with

But then it was his laugh

That loud, adorable laugh

It makes you laugh right along with him

Now you two definitely have those nights

Where you have the music blasting

You both are screaming out the lyrics to My Chemical Romance's song Famous Last Words

"I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING, I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE!!!"

You both pour your hearts and souls out to that and many more rock bands

You also love the little noises he makes

When he's excited

When he's happy

You love hearing them

You call it Happy Jooyeon Noises

He also has a million things he loves about you

He loves your amazing taste in music

And he loves your carefree fearless attitude

And of course

He loves when you play with his hair

Even just running your fingers through it

He's addicted to that feeling

Like he's addicted to you

(Oof)

Jooyeon is not only your boyfriend, he's like your best friend, he is your everything, he wants to hold that smile forever and never see it fade.

#xdinary heroes #boyfriend scenario #jooyeon #fluff #romance

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; it'll come back around eventually; PG

for @rollercoasterwrite and @summerofshinee jongsmonth : )!!!!

You know when you have a crush on someone in high school but you don't actually know that you have a crush on them because you still think you're straight and then you don't talk to them for over a decade and then you meet up again out of the blue and start dating

It's only been a couple weeks but he's already given up on trying to act cool around Jonghyun. He doesn't have it in him. Jonghyun is cool enough for the both of them anyway. Jonghyun also thinks he's cute when he's eager and honest about his excitement for life's little joys, which is a bonus. Jonghyun honestly thinks he's cute when he does anything; it's a little overwhelming. But everything about Jonghyun is a little overwhelming and Taemin is finding more and more that he kind of likes that about him. 

How fucking great is this, Taemin thinks, bursting from laughter and joy and eager to experience every single second of life. It's just him and a friend from school, him and Jonghyun, alone in Jonghyun's house on a Saturday afternoon blasting hard rock and singing at the tops of their lungs. Jonghyun sounds awful, his voice not suited for the genre at all, and Taemin is sure he's not even going to have a voice at all by this time tomorrow with how raw he's grinding out these notes, and neither of them care. They’re breathless, clothes mussed, hair as messy a Jonghyun's room, and they're having the times of their lives.

Taemin was a little surprised when Jonghyun first invited him over. They've never talked much outside of 6th period psychology class, but the other day Jonghyun turned to him during a lesson and whispered, "hey, you like rock, right? I'm home alone this weekend and I want to listen to loud music and scream about it but it's so boring doing that alone, you know? Do you want to come over and hang out?"

And now here they are, full of adrenaline and ice cream, almost crying laughing because Jonghyun's voice caught on the last scream of Highway to Hell. He leans on his dresser with a hand on his throat, stuck between not being able to breathe because he's laughing and not being able to breathe because he's coughing. Taemin hovers over him and yells to be heard over the beginning of the next song, "You good? Do you want water or something?” 

“No, no, I'm fine, I'm--” Another cough interrupts him, and then he laughs, "maybe-- maybe we take a break. For a minute. "

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Taemin giggles. Yeah, sure. That's probably for the best. He leaves Jonghyun catching his breath and walks to the speakers on his bedside table, turning them down to a volume that they can talk comfortably over. While he's there, something catches his eye. Eagerly he snatches the thin cardboard box off of the table and turns back to Jonghyun. "Yo, bro," he says. "You have glow in the dark stars?"

“Huh? Yeah.” Jonghyun gives one final, bracing cough and crosses the room to join Taemin. He grabs the box when Taemin offers it to him. Reading the back of it, he says, "I've been meaning to put them up on my ceiling since forever but I keep forgetting." The stars rattle around the box as he gestures alongside his words he glances up at Taemin, back down at the box, and then up again, this time with an inviting grin. "Wanna help me?" he asks. 

"Hell yeah," Taemin says instantly. 

"Fuck yeah," Jonghyun shoots right back. He scoots around Taemin to dig in his bedside table drawer. A moment later, he's on top of his bed, kicking pillows into the corner. In one hand he has the box of stars and a roll of tape and the other he offers out to help Taemin up. 

For a few minutes they pass the tape back and forth, making little rolls and sticking them to the back of each star. Taemin stacks them into little star-tape sandwiches and Jonghyun stores one star on the tip of each finger and then starts sticking them onto his arms for safekeeping. Eventually he runs out of real estate and then he bounces once, twice, three times on the mattress and hops up, reaching high and decisively slapping a star up onto the ceiling. "Nice," he hisses.

Taemin agrees; very nice. And extra nice when a good song comes on the speakers. He leans down precariously to turn the volume up again and turns back around just in time to catch Jonghyun stumbling after jumping for his second star.

And just like that, they're laughing again, laughing and singing and jumping and falling into each other's arms over and over again. Jonghyun has always been so big, big and loud and vibrant, but every time Taemin grabs his arms to steady him he feels so small, so thin and frail, almost. Taemin never noticed how skinny he was before. And up close together like this, the few inches that he has on Jonghyun are that much more obvious. Even more so when Jonghyun grins up at him with those huge brown eyes of his. 

Jonghyun's face is pink, cheeks flushed from the exercise. It's a very pretty look on him. Taemin has seen Jonghyun flirting with a lot of the girls at school and he knows that Jonghyun dates around. Taemin can't help but think about how lucky those girls must be. Being with Jonghyun must be a real catch. 

"You good?"

“Huh?” Taemin blinks, shaking his head; Jonghyun is standing still, peering up at him, holding his arm, eyebrows raised over a strange little smile. Oh. Oh. Taemin must have gotten lost in his thoughts. "Sorry," he says. "Zoned out for a minute, I guess."

"Okay," Jonghyun chuckles. "Just checking. You do that sometimes, I've noticed. It's cute.”

“Oh.” Heat blooms fast into Taemin's face, radiates from his chest. He's not used to being complimented. Especially not by guys that he's just been thinking about how much he admires. He looks away, covering his nose with the back of his hand. "Thanks," he says. Before he embarrasses himself further, he asks, "Can I have some of these? "

“Uh,” Jonghyun says. His face falls a little, but Taemin only catches it for a second before he’s smiling again. "Yeah, of course," he says. "I don't have enough tape for all of them. You can have whatever's left."

Fuck yeah. Taemin jumps up and slaps a star to the ceiling in celebration. When he comes back down, Jonghyun hasn't moved. "Can i," he starts, and then hesitates, and then says, "can I get the tape, by the way? I need more.” he holds up his empty arms to demonstrate. 

Taemin grabs the tape out of his hoodie pocket and their fingers brush when he passes it over.

~

How fucking great is this, Taemin thinks, exhausted and fed up and counting every single second until his shift is over. It's just him and a client, him and some sleeveless buff tattooed schmuck walking up to his window instead of any of the other open desks in the bank and putting his sunglasses up on his head.

He takes a big boy breath and puts on his customer service face and says, "Hi! How can I help? "

“Hey,” they smile. It's almost unnervingly charming and Taemin tries his very hardest to not let that soften him. "I need to deposit some cash and a check and also I want to open up a new account. I, uh.” they scratch the side of their head and glance at the self-service counter. "I tried to use the machine to deposit the money but it wouldn't work?”

“Yeah, it messes up a lot," Taemin says. It messes up every single fucking day and every time they try to report it and get it fixed they get ignored. So every fucking day, they get clients in here complain to them about it. At least this one isn't being an asshole about it, Taemin thinks as he takes their paperwork and gets to work. At least they're handsome. 

More than handsome, actually. Familiar, maybe, but Taemin can't put his-- “Jonghyun?" Taemin stares with wide eyes down at the client’s ID card. Jonghyun’s ID card. Kim Jonghyun. "Jonghyun from psychology class?" He looks up in excited disbelief. No way-- but yeah, even with those scrunched eyebrows and that confused frown, that's definitely Jonghyun, all grown up and handsome. Holy shit. "It's-- I'm Taemin," he clarifies. "From high school. Remember?" 

And just like that, Jonghyun’s face lights up with realization. “Oh, shit, that is you," he exclaims. He breaks into a dazzling smile, all teeth and glittering eyes behind his lashes. "It's been forever, my dude." He reaches across the desk and Taemin takes his hand without hesitation, locking their fingers together for the first time in over a decade. His hand is warm and strong and at the same time, somehow, just like when they were kids, little and gentle.

“You look…,” Taemin starts, glancing Jonghyun up and down again now that he actually has a frame of reference. He looks handsome, square jaw, filled out shoulders, defined arms, colorful tattoos, silver hair. "Everything. Great. You look cool." He looks about as cool as Taemin sounds uncool right now and Taemin does his very best to not scrunch up in embarrassment. He swears he's better at talking than this.

Thankfully, Jonghyun doesn't comment on it. He rubs the back of his neck and smirks, not humble but not arrogant either. "Thanks,” he says. "I'm, like. Confident and hot now. It's great.”

“Hell yeah, dude," Taemin says. That's fantastic. “Me too. "

 "Yeah, I was going to say, I like your hair and your eyebrows."Jonghyun gestures to Taemin's long black and silver extensions, then to his own eyebrows to imply the little slits Taemin has cut into his. Taemin grins the way he does whenever anyone compliments his gay eyebrows. He loves when people notice them. 

“Thanks," he grins. Remembering all of the paperwork between them, he gets back to depositing Jonghyun’s money. "How have you been, though? Besides getting hot," he adds, quirking an eyebrow.

Jonghyun raises one back. Taemin tries his very hardest to not get his hopes up that they're flirting. "Well, you know, besides that," Jonghyun says loftily. Then he sighs, a big puff of air through his lips, and rolls his eyes. "I've been doing all of this fucking paperwork. Family legal stuff. Annoying.” He waves his hand like he's trying to wave away the bother of it all. "Apart from that, though. I've been making music. I have a little album out for sale. I teach guitar lessons for kids. Got a dog. Became gay. The usual."

“Whoa, gay people real?" Taemin asks, the meme automatically falling out of his mouth. The actual realization hits him a second later, along with the excitement, the hope, the curiosity, and he very quickly tries to repress all of it.

 Well. Maybe not all of it. "You, the ladies man?" he asks, hopefully more teasing than eager.

“I mean, I am still very much a woman enjoyer," Jonghyun smirks, "but now I also enjoy everyone else.” 

“Yo, me too," Taemin says. Maybe they were flirting after all. He holds his fist out for a bump, the absolute coolest thing anyone could possibly do in this scenario. "Bi rights."

Jonghyun glances at his fist, smothers a smile behind his hand, and taps his own fist against it. "Bi pan solidarity," he agrees. 

Fuck yeah. Always nice to have solidarity with a hot babe that he used to be friends with. Done with making Jonghyun’s deposit, Taemin returns his paperwork across the desk. "You'll have to talk to an accountant if you want to open up a new account," he says. He points to the waiting area behind Jonghyun. "If you sign up on the list someone should come help you. "

“Oh, sweet,” Jonghyun says. He glances over his shoulder for just a second as he's gathering up his stuff. Then he leans on the desk, smiling at Taemin, a disarming and charming smile, a smile that Taemin remembers pointed at all of the girls during high school. Immediately Taemin blushes, and then blushes harder because he never blushes. "So," Jonghyun says. His eyes travel over Taemin's face. He definitely sees the blush. "Speaking of being hot and confident now. I wanted to ask you out so bad in high school but I could never work up the courage to do it.”

“Damn, really? Wild,” Taemin says on autopilot. Thankfully, he doesn't add on that in the past few years he's realized that back in high school Jonghyun was one of the first people that made Taemin start questioning his own sexuality. He sure does think it though, especially when Jonghyun bites his lip and looks at him through his eyelashes.

“Yeah, really,” he says. “I don't want to ask you out when you're at work or whatever because, like. Yikes.” He chuckles, and Taemin at least breaks out of his trance enough to join him. Yeah. Yeah, that would be pretty yikes. “But,” Jonghyun continues, “do you want to hang out sometime? Platonically. Catch up more. And then maybe if we want to do some gay shit after that we'll figure it out then. Yeah?"

“Yeah,” Taemin says. A chance to catch up with an absolute babe and maybe he’ll get to do some gay shit after it? Definitely yeah.

~

How fucking great is this, Taemin thinks, giddy with butterflies and wonder and discovering a new excitement every single second. It's just him and his date, him and an old friend turned new love guiding him by the hand underneath twinkling carnival lights. He's never actually been to this little faire despite it coming around town every year. He used to regret that, but now, with Jonghyun smiling at him over his shoulder, Taemin is glad that he's getting to spend his first time here tonight.

Glad, but getting pretty tired. He's kind of introverted himself over the years so now going out and actually doing things takes a lot out of him. At the same time, he doesn't want to leave yet. Not while they're having such a great time. Not one Jonghyun literally just said that it's so romantic to be walking around here at night with all of the pretty lights everywhere. 

Taemin glances around for something that can do that involves them sitting down and chilling for a while. A little in the distance, overlooking the carnival, is a small grass hill with a tree and a single glowing orange lamp on top. Perfect. He points at it, tugging Jonghyun's hand and attention away from the nearest plushie ring toss game. 

"Want to go take a break?" he asks. "I bet we could see the stars better from over there." The stars thing is cheating, maybe, but Taemin thinks he can use his new babe’s affection for space in his own favor every once in a while. 

Especially when Jonghyun glances up at the sky and for just that one single second, the stars reflect in his eyes, glittering prettier than the entire carnival. "Sure,” he smiles. "Let's get some snacks first."

"Ooh, I love snacks," Taemin hisses. It's only been a couple weeks but he's already given up on trying to act cool around Jonghyun. He doesn't have it in him. Jonghyun is cool enough for the both of them anyway. Jonghyun also thinks he's cute when he's eager and honest about his excitement for life's little joys, which is a bonus. Jonghyun honestly thinks he's cute when he does anything; it's a little overwhelming. But everything about Jonghyun is a little overwhelming and Taemin is finding more and more that he kind of likes that about him. 

Five minutes later and they're trudging up the hill, churros in hand. Taemin does his very best to not collapse into the grass next to Jonghyun, taking his time to sit down carefully. Once he’s settled, Jonghyun scoots closer so their sides touch, linking their arms together and smiling at Taemin through his lashes. It's so fucking pretty when he does that. Taemin hates that it makes him blush every time. And he knows that Jonghyun knows. And he knows that Jonghyun is doing it on purpose. 

Taemin focuses very intently on devouring his churro instead of Jonghyun’s smug smile. 

Somehow Jonghyun still finishes his food before him, dusting sugar off of his hands before lying down in the grass without a care. Taemin, on his part, cares very much about laying down in the grass. There are bugs in there. Sitting in it in his clothes he's fine with, but putting his head there? He wipes his hands on his pants nervously. 

“Here.” Jonghyun lays his right arm out, offering his bicep as a pillow. Grateful, Taemin accepts. His head is still too near the grass, but he can handle it with the extra comfort.

Jonghyun's newfound hotness isn't just metaphorical; it's literal, too, his skin warm underneath Taemin’s head. His cheek next to Taemin’s radiates heat, though that might also be related to the faint blush that Taemin caught while he was readjusting himself. At least he's not the only one getting flustered tonight. 

The stars above are tiny, yellow white pinpricks in an endless black void. Taemin looks from star to star, drawing one long, continuous, jerky line across the sky. It helps distract him from getting lost in the void, and then overwhelmed by the void, and then suddenly realizing that he can't breathe. He'd like to keep that fun little fact about himself from Jonghyun if at all possible. At least until he can be certain that Jonghyun won't get offended that he's scared of space.

“Look,” Jonghyun says, pointing with his left hand. He draws a Y shape in the sky. Taemin tilts his head so that their points of view match up more, desperately trying to find the constellation Jonghyun is trying to show him before the infinite abyss of nothingness finds him. “Cancer," Jonghyun says. "That's you, right? July?”

“Uh,” Taemin says. He thinks being told which constellation he's looking for was supposed to help, but he can't for the life of him find a little crab up there. "Yeah," he says. That's him.

Jonghyun moves his hand, pointing somewhere else in the sky and drawing another shape. "That one's gemini,” he says, and then points somewhere else entirely, "and that kind of scrumble is leo. The one that looks like a fucked up clothes hanger, see?”

Taemin doesn't see. Taemin can't even find the big dipper, the one he actually knows. The stars are starting to blur around the edges, overtaken by the void, reaching down for him until the edges of his vision start to fade, pressing on him, suffocating him-- 

He scrunches his eyes shut, taking solace in the self-made darkness. Darkness he can control, darkness that stops on the other side of his eyelids. Slowly, carefully, he reaches up until he finds Jonghyun’s hand and takes it in his. Hoping so hard that Jonghyun doesn't notice that he's shaking, Taemin opens his eyes. He squints at first to make sure he's looking at their hands, and then blinks them open all the way. 

One of Jonghyun’s new tattoos is a starscape on the inside of his left arm. Taemin has asked Jonghyun about a few of his tattoos so far, but not this one. He doesn't want to be nosy and he's already asked Jonghyun about one that Jonghyun wanted to keep private so he's been spacing out his questions about them. But now is probably the best time there's ever going to be for ask about this one, so he trails his fingers over Jonghyun’s skin and says, "what constellations are these?" 

“Oh, these are." Jonghyun turns his arm so the light falls directly on his stars. They cover his skin, all different sizes and shapes, carefully designed and placed by an artist. "These aren't. These are just. They're.” He's blushing again. Taemin can feel the heat against his own skin. "They're not actual asterisms. This is just some gay shit that reminds me of my first love." He chuckles, breathy and flustered, and tucks his arm to his chest.

And Taemin, for some fucking reason, hears that and processes it and thinks about it and, all after just a few seconds, decides to say, "well, watch out first love. Now it's my turn."

But Jonghyun bursts into laughter, loud and explosive, gorgeous in the nighttime air, so Taemin can't say that he regrets saying it. 

~ 

How fucking great is this, Taemin thinks, filled to the brim with nerves and anticipation and feeling more and more bubbles in his stomach with every second closer they get to their destination. It's just him and his babefriend, him and his Jonghyun, coming up fast on Jonghyun's childhood home to introduce Taemin to his mother as his boifriend for the first time. 

He shouldn't be as nervous as he is. He really shouldn't be. It's fine. He's fine. He’s a good boi. Jonghyun likes him and Jonghyun says his mom will like him. He's met Jonghyun’s sister a few times in the past year they've been together and Sodam likes him just fine. And he's actually met Jonghyun’s mom before. Technically. Him and Jonghyun hung out a couple more times in high school and she was there once or twice.

But honestly he thinks that kind of makes it worse? How is he supposed to present himself as a cool and mature and responsible adult when her first impression of him is already an obnoxious gremlin teenager? He's still an obnoxious gremlin, but usually people he's trying to impress don't already know that. 

He frets and worries and pouts the entire car ride and all the way up to the front door of the house until Jonghyun’s mom opens the door, hugs her son, and then hugs Taemin, saying, "it's so nice to finally meet you. You're just as cute as Jonghyunnie has been telling me.” 

And then his nerves gradually lessen as, minute by minute, he gains the ability to believe that he's not a complete disaster and might actually be making a good impression. By the time they have a few minutes to themselves, Taemin’s stomach has almost calmed down. And good thing, too, because of the few minutes to themselves is for them to get freshened up before they all go out for dinner while Jonghyun’s mom warms up the car.

“Yes, she likes you," Jonghyun says dryly as soon as the front door closes behind her. 

“Does she--okay, all right, sick." Taemin breathes a sigh of relief. Hell yeah. Fuck yeah. Always nice to have the verbal confirmation. Jonghyun raises his eyebrows; Taemin grins back, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. Jonghyun had been close to annoyed with how much Taemin was worrying about this. "I mean, obviously," he says.

“Obviously," Jonghyun says firmly, but he squeezes Taemin’s arm all the same. "Come on. I want to see if I have any mail before I forget." he tugs Taemin through the house until they get to his old room. 

There’s still the same bed and dresser that Taemin remembers from high school, the same curtains, and some of the same posters, but the rest is different. More posters, a new rug covering the hardwood, a different desk, and a whole lot of boxes and miscellaneous stuff stacked up so that there's only a small pathway around the room and half of the bed available. 

“Kind of got turned into a storage room since I moved out," Jonghyun shrugs, flipping the light on. He winds his way through the stuff and picks up a stack of letters on his desk. “Nothing… nothing… ooh, I needed this… nothing….” 

Taemin leaves him to it. He carefully finds the path to the bed and clambers onto it. Maybe lying down for a minute or two will help his stomach finally settle. Hopefully. He gets comfortable on his back, folding his hands over his tummy and staring at the ceiling.

The glow in the dark stars are still there. Taemin smiles looking up at all of them. The memory has faded, but not completely. He can still look inside of himself and find the exhilaration of loud music and unsupervised teenage roughhousing. The warmth of being liked and wanted during a period of time where he wasn't confident in anything that he did. The hilarity of remembering exactly the thought of, Jonghyun is so pretty and handsome and suave and all of the girls must be so lucky to go out with him and this is definitely a very straight thing to be thinking. The picture perfect image of all of the stars and how they're arranged.

 Or, no. Or, yes? There's something about the stars. The more Taemin studies them, the more he does realize that he remembers their exact configuration. He can close his eyes and still see them in his mind. But somehow, they look different in there. They're not all alien green, a little glittery, corners and edges of tape peeking out from behind them all on a white knockdown ceiling. In his mind, they're all black, all smaller, on a golden tan back--

 "Wait a minute." His eyes snap open and he sits up straight, squinting at Jonghyun. “Wait a fucking minute." 

“Hmm?” Jonghyun doesn't look up from his mail. Taemin gets off of the bed, walks to the light switch, and slaps it off. The window is next to the desk, and Jonghyun pouts at him when he pulls the blinds down. There's still enough natural light left in the room to see, but it's also dark enough for the stars to be glowing. Taemin studies them, really studies them, and then looks back to Jonghyun.

Jonghyun is neon fucking red. He has his face covered with both hands, and when Taemin takes his left wrist and pulls his arm out straight, he covers his face with his stack of mail instead. 

On the inside of his left forearm, just like always, just like Taemin has memorized, Jonghyun‘s star tattoos twinkle at him. They’re a perfect match of his ceiling.

“Jonghyun," Taemin says. Warmth spreads from his heart all the way out to his every nerve. He fills with emotion, with nostalgia, with enamoration, with adoration, with amusement, with disbelief, with more certainty than he's ever felt in his life, and all of that comes out of his mouth as, "that's gay." 

Jonghyun has this habit, when he's feeling big emotions, to bite. Taemin has accumulated his fair share of bite marks and bruises over the year from it. They’re playful, gentle, a way to relieve pressure on the inside by turning it into pressure on the outside. But this is the first one that Taemin is certain, if he weren't wearing a jacket over a t-shirt over an undershirt, that Jonghyun would have broken the skin on his shoulder. He laughs through the pain, detaching Jonghyun from him, pushing him away, keeping him at an arm's length but not letting go. 

“You really--”

“Mom's waiting.” Jonghyun yanks him out of the room with a hard grip on his arm, stumbling and crashing into boxes in his haste. Taemin follows, grinning. All right. Okay. Fine. He’ll just tease Joghyun about it later.

 Well, he won't tease Jonghyun about it. He'll just hold his hand and run his fingers over the tattoos and smile at them, and Jonghyun will start blushing all over again, and that will be just as fun. 

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #pg #fluff #oneshot #: )

[bruised-violettes]

Bonnie and Clyde (‘review’/notes)

"A sexual subtype's wet dream"

Director: Arthur Penn

Screenplay: Arthur Penn, Robert Benton, David Newman, Robert Towne

If ykyk. I really got off to a rough start with this movie. I didn't really know much about it other than it was about Bonnie & Clyde who were a crime duo a long time ago. And I know like two and a half songs from the musical with Laura Osnes and Jeremy Jordan. But honestly, the beginning was just rough. There was ill-fitting dialogue and scene that just didn't make sense within the context of the story. And the way Bonnie and Clyde met was just so odd to me. If you care to read my notes, you'll see what I mean, but it really didn't seem natural at all. Frankly, I'm not sure if realism is what they were going for, but even from a more surrealist pov, it just seemed odd.

Although, as the movie went on, it most definitely improved. Towards the end in particular, the stakes felt much realer. The 'meet cute' of Bonnie and Clyde wasn't believable in the slightest, but as time went on their relationship felt much more tangible and genuine. Up until the very end where I was genuinely dreading both of their inevitable deaths.

Something of note is the strange blocking and editing. One example of this is the opening scene. What was Bonnie even doing? Not even mentioning the fact that she was naked, home alone, in a full face of make up with her hair done up. My hypothesis is that she was dreading getting ready for work, but this was poorly expressed, and came across as a scene to show off Faye Dunaway's glorious visuals, rather than a way to give the audience any significant information about the story or Bonnie's character. But to get back to the point, the way the scene was shot was very disorienting and strange. Very Christopher Nolan lol.

Not to mention the scene where B&C had their first genuine kiss. It was so fucking awkward. It was like one of those twitter edits where they take out the sound in a music performance and replace it with a bunch of shoe squeaks, but weirder because I'm not sure if it was intentional to have so much useless dead space.

The moments with very weird choppy editing and blocking (and occasionally dialogue) appear periodically throughout the movie. It's not a deal breaker or anything, but it's one of my filmmaking pet peeves. What can I say? I like to be able to tell what's actually happening amongst Blanche's incoherent screams (Omfg this chick was so fucking obnoxious) and gunshot blasts.

But like I said before, the story really picked up once buck joined the crew, but honestly I have no clue when this was exactly. 7.5/10

Minus points for Blanche lol/hj

#bonnie and clyde #movie #movies #movie review #movie reviews

[kirschetein]

Of ecstasy and fingertips You're trembling, we share a kiss Our worlds eclipse.

#dailyanime #snkedit #snkgraphic #shingeki no kyojin #historia reiss #* #snk #animeedit #aotedit #animanga #anime #aot #attack on titan #historia #i wasn't gonna put this in the public tags but i love how this came out! #and for everyone who felt justice wasn't done to this queen during the final chapters and arcs #does no one else jam out to zero eclipse at home???? #it's my go to song when i'm home alone to blast and scream at the top of my lungs #the scene where she knocks the titan serum out of her father's hand and this song plays #still gives me goosebumps #i'm gonna make more of these sorts of gifs when i start rewatching the series for the millionth time #i'm gonna rewatch the series at least twice before part 2 comes out

[tendousthoughts]

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 3

Character(s) included: Oikawa & Kyoutani

Requested by: @chibiiichann

Warning(s): Cursing, Mention of bullying [Oikawa], Mention of flinching [Kyoutani], Hints towards readers tough past [Kyoutani]

Song of the day: Trees II by McCfferty

A/N: First off thanks for 200- I know I said it a lot but I’m just so glad! Next, many of you haven’t seen but I have updated a few things. One of the biggest being my name I go by. At the moment I’m trying out Xic. I also noted my pronouns and stuff. Which you can all find on my announcements post. Now back to some more ‘important’ things [though this is important, this is not why you came here!]. Sorry about the long wait for part three! Please read through the warnings again to make sure everything is okay. Thank you for everything. Bye!

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Tag(s): @chibiiichann & @corporeal-terrestrial

Oikawa

He was at it again. Working late nights and shit. You were happy for him. You were. Of course you were. He was back doing what he loved. He was back playing volleyball. With that happiness also came fear and worry. You knew how he was. Everyone who ever met him, knew how he was. He over worked himself. He always did and scared you. No matter how hard he tried not to. He pushed himself past his limits. Even after the doctor already told him, if he didn’t ease up on the practice, his knee would get even worse. But he was Oikawa Tōru. Determined and intelligent.

It was ten thirty and he already missed your date. Which you expected to happen, but it still kind of hurt. You tried calling for the fifth time that night, but you were met with the same thing. After a few rings it went to voicemail.

“Hey! You’ve reached the voicemail of Oikawa Tōru, thank you for calling! At the moment I’m busy but I promise after I’m done I’ll call you back. If you want, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you. Byeee!”

You waited all night for him to come home around twelve thirty. He looked tired. Extremely tired and to be honest that pissed you off more. Not only did he not respond but he over worked himself again, and when he woke up the next night sore, you were the one who would have to take care of him.

Instead of bringing it up you waited for the morning. Not wanting to have this conversation while he was tired. It would feel like you were talking to yourself, and he wouldn’t understand. So you went to bed with him and by the morning he was already up before you.

You went to the kitchen to find him shuffling through your medication bin. “Are you sore?” You ask, looking at him.

“I’ll be fine, I just need breakfast and some medicine,” he muttered. He couldn’t have cared less. At least that’s what it looked like. He didn’t even spare you a glance.

“Maybe you should listen. You know, lay off volleyball practice for a day or something. Try to lesson the hours and stuff..” You looked back at him for his reaction.

“Can’t. If I ease up I’ll never be able to catch up.” He finally looked to you now, finding the medicine.

“I mean I think you will be fine. It is taking over your whole life and stuff so I just don’t want it to be a bigger issue. Like you know.. with your knees and stuff.” Your eyes are pinned on him.

“I told you not to worry about my knee, and it’s not taking up my life okay? It has and will always be my life. It’s the only thing I’m good at. So no, I'm not going to take a break.” He snapped at you. Which caught you off guard.

“It is… It is taking up your life,” you replied which made his face change.

“You don’t understand how it is like me. You don’t! I understand you don’t have anything you're good at and shit. But you have to understand that I actually have goals in life okay? You have to understand that my fucking life won’t revolve around you and how you feel when I do something. It won’t and never will. You and I are together because I feel like having you around. Because you know what, volleyball is the only thing that distracts me from leaving. Volleyball is the only thing I can do to escape you!” He screamed.

It takes a few seconds for the weight of his words to sink into your skin. But here’s the thing. You knew what you were up against when you started dating him. He just lit a fuse in you. A spark that made an explosion of feelings hit you. When it did you couldn’t control your words. “After all that practice I wondered why you never made it to nationals. I mean seriously. You need a distraction from me, right? Your always doing it, and get you can’t even fucking get to nationals. Not only that but I can see why your last girlfriend left you. You're a dick. You can’t remember a fucking date. A fucking date we have been planning for weeks. Oh wait, let me correct that, a date I’ve been planning for weeks. Not only that but I took my fucking time to work around your schedule. For you not to even send a message.” You spat out. You looked down at him, “I wonder sometimes if everyone was right. You and me. Never belonged. I’m just a distraction from such a ‘handsome’ and ‘kind’ person.”

He looked hurt at first, but then again he started it and intended to finish it. “I can see why your whole family doesn’t talk to you. You always think you're the best or something. Maybe I remembered the date. Have you ever thought of that? Maybe I didn’t wanna hangout with you. Maybe I didn’t want to hear you nagging me every fucking second. You know what? I can see why people fucking hate you. Bully you and shit. Your such a fucking selfish freak.”

“What..?” You looked at him. You told him you were bullied, because you thought of him as your safe space. You thought of him as the only person who understood you. You felt safe when he was around you. You felt understood. To use that against you. To say you deserved it. To say you deserved to get hurt. To get shamed. To get everything that happened to you… it was your fault?

“What are you too dumb to understand?” He laughed at you. Hatred and venom spilling from his lips. “Awe.. look at the baby. You should be grateful I didn't break up with you. You should be thankful because I’m the only reason you're even someone.”

Tears filled your eyes. “God fucking damn it.” You muttered softly. You weren’t going to allow him to take you down. You were stronger then he would ever understand. “You really think anyone wants to hang out with you..? Do you fucking think anyone find you a good person..? Your just a fucking pretty face, okay? Your nothing compared to anyone else on your team. You might not realize it but to be honest sometimes I do want to be set free. Set free from this shitty relationship okay? That’s the truth. Sometimes I get sick of having to take care of you. When your fucking sore before you over works your self again. I am the only one trying to keep you okay. I’m the only one who actually thinks about the long run. No matter how hard you practice in the end you won’t even be able to walk. Let alone play volleyball and shit. You know what sometimes I get sick of being the only fucking one trying to keep us together.”

“Then maybe you should give up okay. Maybe we should finally go our separate ways. I mean after all, you're too easy.” He was hurt. He just blurted out whatever he thought would hurt you the most. Which fucking worked. Before you had said anything more he had left the room, leaving you stunned.

It took a moment but before you knew it you were out of the house, crying and walking the farthest away from your shared house as you could. “Fuck..” you whisper. Did he really not want to be with you..? You should have known. This relationship wasn’t a relationship. You barely talked. You felt alone. So fucking alone.

It took an hour for him to fully cool down. When he walked out of the room he was expecting you to be waiting for him. He was expecting everything to be okay. When he was met with the emptiness. The emptiness of you being actually gone. He was met with the realization that his words were taken just how he thought he wanted them to be.

You on the other hand we’re at the park blasting music in your ears. Forcing the thoughts to be pushed deep down. Forcing you to forget everything. Everything that hurts you. Maybe it would be best if you guys did go your separate ways..? You knew this wasn’t good for your mental health. But fuck that. This was the only thing that made you feel grounded. Made you feel okay. When he wasn’t with you or practicing he was out with friends, drinking and partying. You couldn’t continue to live like this. So maybe it would be best to let go. To give up on everything and everything you loved… your everything was him. You always argued and at this point you felt sick. Thinking about it just broke you. You had no more tears to cry, with your tear stained cheeks you decided to go back. To your home. It was over. Everything you had built up was coming crashing down.

On his side he was freaking out. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew there was no excuse for what he did to you, but what could he say? You were gone already. It took a bit for him to get to the nerve to call you. To his surprise he heard the sound of your ringing phone. So you left it. Maybe you were going to come back. Maybe you will and then everything will be okay again. Maybe everything would be perfect. It was a small chance but that's all he could hold on to.

When you walked in it was quiet, but there were soft whimpers and cries coming from your shared room. Gently you knocked on the door and waited for a response. You were surprised when you immediately heard a stumble and then were met with a hug. Your shoulder almost immediately feels wet to the touch. “Ba.. Oikawa..?” You muttered.

“Please don’t call me that.. please..” He muttered softly. His face buried deep into your clothes.

You kinda ignored his response. “I came back to get my stuff. I took into consideration what you said and I realized that you don’t deserve to be distracted by me all the time..” You whispered softly. “So like you said earlier.. I think it is best if we stop seeing each other.. entirely because I don’t know if I could let you go otherwise..”

His arms tightened around you, “C..can we please talk about it first.. please..” his nightmare was coming true, and maybe it was dumb but he didn’t realize how much he needed you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.. I don’t understand why you want to make it harder on me. I gave you what you wanted okay..? You can practice your heart out and hangout with your friends and stuff okay? You can finally find someone who will fit all your needs. You and I both know that I will never be what you want. So maybe it would be best if we just let go..”

“No… please no.. that’s not what I want.. I want to make it up to you and be there for you and I want to make you happy and I want everything to be perfect. I know I messed up okay? I don’t deserve you and I don’t know what came over me today because you're everything I’ve ever wanted. I know I don’t deserve it and there’s no excuse for what I said or did… I know I should let you find someone better but I love you. I love you so fucking much. I know I’ve been lacking and I want to make up for it. I want to be someone you want to be around again.. I love you so fucking much okay? I should have been there. I shouldn’t have said the things I did. I know I don’t deserve a second chance but please.. just one more.. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He didn’t want to let go of everything.

“I’m sorry too.. you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry for everything and that’s why I want to let you go. To find someone who will not hurt you like I hurt you.. You and I both know that I can't resist it. I don’t know why you do this to me.. pull me back.. you have one more chance… Please don’t make me regret it. I really love you but this.. this isn’t going to work if we do what we are doing now okay? We will just tear each other more and more apart..” you whispered gently, kissing his head. Your arms finally meet his back as you hold him. “I’m sorry.. but I’ve got you now baby. I love you so fucking much..”

Kyoutani

Kyoutani was the type of person most people would never understand. Not because they were “difficult” or anything.. they just never took the time too. Well other than you. You were different. You understood his outburst and such. But at the same time you were human. There was only so much you could take. There was only so much you would take.

When he came into the locker room you were already waiting for him. He had been thrown out of the game for fighting with a few people. You knew he was frustrated. You could hear the crowd from a mile away shouting to kick him off. It was harsh. Even for ‘mad dog’ which he hated to be called. He hated to be tied to an animal.. and always being an angry reck. Anybody would. But of course nobody understood other than you. When he sat on the bench you immediately rushed over.

“Baby.. I’m sorry.. You didn’t deserve that.. just ignore them, please. I know it’s hard but their not important okay..?” You we’re just trying to comfort him. But there were times when Kyoutani couldn’t control himself. Like any other person when they get looked down at every fucking moment of their lives. When they are ridiculed and laughed at all the time. When they are nothing more than an angry person.. Sometimes there is nothing more to do than be the person everyone so desperately makes you out to be.

“Not important? Not important! I just got fucking kicked from the game because of them chanting to kick me. They didn’t even fucking have the decency to call me by my name. So don’t tell me it’s okay and that their opinion on me doesn’t matter. Because quite frankly their opinion is the only one that matters it seems.” He lashed out.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that.. it wasn’t entirely their fault. You were arguing with the other team members.” You muttered. It wasn’t meant to do any harm, just for him to keep in mind.

“Are you serious right now.? Nobody else got kicked. Nobody. If they can’t handle a little trash talking, maybe they shouldn’t play a sport. I mean seriously there’s no need for them to tell the referees to kick me.” He started raising his voice when he spoke.

“I know it’s just that.. maybe you should try and not trash talk you know?” You whispered softly, retreating a bit.

“What?” He looked annoyed. “God ducking damn it. How can you be so cute but so fucking annoying. I mean seriously how can someone with such a face be so fucking dumb and so annoying?” His hands were balled into fist

“I..I don’t understand, can you tell me why you act so sweet..? Then so cold the next moment..? You don’t mean it right..? Please say you don’t mean it.” You were worried you loved him but god it was hard. It was hard to respond when your friends asked about your relationship. It was hard when they flaunted their perfect relationship and then asked about yours. Its was so fucking hard.

“Do you think I would say it otherwise..?” He looked at you. He laughed at you as he saw your pitiful expression. God it was almost sickening how much he saw that expression. That expression that nobody else had ever shown him. The one of worry  but at the same time already knowing it was coming. He loved it. He loved everything about you. But most of the time you pissed him off. This relationship wasn’t healthy. But for god sake you already started counseling. But fuck this was a bad idea.

Silence. Nothing could come out. You wanted to scream. You wanted to forget this. You wanted it to stop. Everything to stop.

“Answer me.” He punched the wall next to you. Fear spreading all over your face. Fuck. Fuck. Not here. Please no. He gripped your warm face making it so cold in seconds. Forcing you to look at him he laughed at your crying face. But when you didn’t stop for a minute he immediately backed away. He fucked up. He knew he fucked up. “Wait I’m sorry baby..” he muttered.

“Please stop. Please. I won’t do it again.” Flashbacks we’re pulling you way too far out. You were drowning. No one was around to save you. He was laughing as you begged to be saved, pushing you deeper into your own pool of your own thoughts. You were so cold. The next second you were able to move back to the surface.

Realization hit as he stepped back. “I..I am sorry..” he muttered softly as he left the room without another word leaving his mouth. Words were banging on his lips but he knew if he spilled them out everything out it would just hurt you ten times more.

You got up five minutes later, finally pulled back to reality and decided to get up. Grabbing your stuff you walked back into the stadium. Waving a small wave to the rest of his team before exiting. Confusion was read all over as they saw your tear stained face. To be honest, all that was running through your mind was that you didn’t want Kyoutani to break up with you. You didn’t want to be alone, again. You didn’t want to be just another one of his ex’s. So for the better of both of you it would be best to leave him be. To let him cool off.. for him to feel better.

He was freaking out. He fucked up. You. You were his everything, not only that but you were more than just that. You were like a fucking rainbow at the end of a rainy day. You were his partner in crime. You made him feel normal, you made him feel safe, and loved. He couldn’t believe he just put that all in danger. He just put everything on the line because of some stupid game. He hit the wall hard, “fuck me. I’m sorry y/n..” he muttered as he sank to the floor and balled up. Tears burning through his eyes. He did the one thing he promised you that he would protect you from. You became the one thing he was always scared of becoming. He loved you so much, he love you so fucking much.

You left and got into your car. Sinking into your seat you locked the doors, and hit the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath salty tears rolled down your already stained face. Placing the key in and turning it the car started. Next thing you knew you had left wherever you could go. You loved him. So fucking much. But it was hard to be okay when he acted so fucking rough with you. It was hard to stay calm and not imagine your past relationship in this one. You tried. You really did but god it was hard to feel okay, feel okay about everything happening around you. It was too much. So fucking much. It made your head hurt.

When the game ended Kyoutani was still freaking out, now moved back into the lockers. He didn’t know what he was expecting but he knew he hoped you would still be there. God damn it. He fucked up. You had left. You were gone. Tears brimming his eyes as he teammates walked in. Now mentioning it to his teammates their faces seemed to change. More salty fucking tears left his eyes, as he heard about what type of pain you looked like you were in.

You headed back to your shared place. Unsure where else to go. You weren’t close with your family anymore. You had no friends. You had no work buddies. You had nobody but Kyoutani and in turn, now you were left alone with the thought of everything being gone. Ripped right out of your hands as you're forced to watch your whole world come crumbling down on you. You placed your stuff down on the side and laid on the bed. It smelled just like safety. Just like Kyoutani. You just wanted to be held. You just wanted everything to be perfect, again. To be okay at least. You needed him more than anything.

After a night out he finally made it back to your shared place. He didn’t want to be back without you, but you weren’t answering and he didn’t know what else to do. When he walked into the apartment he slowly walked into your shared room. There he saw you. Laying in bed cuddled up in the blankets. Slowly and carefully he walked up. Not wanting to cause you any more hurt. He missed you. Even for a few hours he had felt like he hadn’t seen you in years. But maybe that was because he thought that’s what might have happened. Maybe he thought you had left for good. Maybe he thought he would never have the chance to apologize. Never have the chance to hold you again. When he reached the bed he noticed that you were awake. “Hey y/n..” he muttered softly. The silence was killing him. “I’m so sorry. I know I fucked up. I promised to make you feel safe and protected around me. I made a promise to keep you safe and protected. I broke both of those. I fucked up. I know I did. I lashed out again. I did exactly what everyone says I do. I just get so fucking heated for no reason and I know I shouldn’t and I know I should just relax. But I feel like if I do the worlds would burn though my throat and then it would just explode.. and I know it’s stupid and I know I end up hurting you more. I know that there is no good reason to do that. But I just.. I don’t know. You're the only one that makes me feel normal okay..? I know it’s not fair. I know it’s not. You just make me feel like whenever I’m with you that I’m floating. I just want everything to be okay again. I want everything to be back to normal. I know I should give you space but I missed you so much. I don’t want you to leave, please don’t leave..” he was crying again. He barely had any tears left to cry. He wanted to hold you but he knew it was a stupid idea. “I’m sorry for being so selfish.. but please..”

You never really heard him or saw him crack. But fuck. It hurts you so much. To see him beg for you to stay with him. What were you supposed to do..? Leave him now? That was never even the plan. You didn’t have a plan to be honest. You sat up biting your lip before you gently held him. “Hey baby it will be okay.. calm down I’ve got you.. I’m not going anywhere now. I promise you I’m not going anywhere.” You muttered softly. He melted into your touch. He knew he didn’t deserve it but he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Shush… I’ve got you.. take a deep breath..” you mumbled softly kissing his head as he took deep breaths. Soon enough he was relaxed in your arms again. “You know and I know that I love you so much. But there’s a line between where I can take it and I can’t. I understand you get frustrated but I don’t deserve to be treated like that. I don’t deserve to be scared of being hit.. and I know we both know that. I try to be understanding but you need to try to be too okay..? I love you so much.. more than you might believe but Kyoutani I can’t handle being in a relationship with you if you're constantly annoyed or angry with me. I think we deserve to be happy.. and if that means needing to take a break then we would have to okay? You need to work on communicating. I know it can be hard.. but please..” you whispered. Tears flowing down your soft skin again. It was getting a lot. So it would be best if you told him… you needed him to understand.

He gently shook his head. He understood. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew he was lucky for you to be holding him.. for him to even still be in a relationship with you let alone it be still a romantic one. He loved you and he knew you didn’t deserve anything that he put you through. In the end all that mattered was you in his eyes. He was going to change.. he was. “I promise.. thank you y/n..” he whispered softly. Gently he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so much..” he muttered. Everything would be okay.. he knew it was going to be now. All that mattered was that you were safe. That you were happy.. that you were in his arms again.

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[devilshavemanners]

✭Blissful Summer Fun w/ Gojo✭

✭You and Gojo have been married for a lump some of years and this summer mark your anniversary. He was big plans for almost everyday of this summer.

✭P.s I’m not good at fluff, and I didn't spend to much time editing and I put beach time when I meant pool times sooo lemme alone. I had too much fun, like to much

Summer Mornings

Sharing a bed is fine, but when it’s about to be a scorching 90 degrees outside, it’s quite uncomfortable

Gojo loves to be close to you and likes seeing his arms wrapped around your small frame(he's CLEARLY taller than you)

On movie night, he would get the fluffiest pillows and comfiest blankets and snuggle up with you. (AC ON BLAST)

It’s all fun and games until he puts a horror movie on and you keep sliding closer to him until your able to hear his heartbeat HE BIG BRAIN😫

You usually something light, like one of his shirts and pajama shorts(yours)

He walks into the bedroom, WITH LONG SLEEVES ON, DURING SUMMER

Your not an early bird but you feel like one

This Man. Your Man. Never wakes up before you

But when he does this mans doesn’t say shit, he just 👁3👁

You sit up in your bed snatching off the silky sheets. The sunlight was peaking through the shades. You looked over to your left and you saw his deep blue eyes staring back at you. “EEK!” You screamed falling back off the bed. Those blue eyes staring you down were somewhat terrifying. You regain your balance and move on top of the bed. "Really, no warning?" He sits up, smiling with a boyish smirk. "You mad," he says in a challenging tone.

Beach time

He doesn’t show off too much, he just opens up his button-up shirt and shows off his abs, see nothing much

You were all and most swimsuits but his favorite task is to pick out the cute “girly” ones

You’re his biggest flex, if he can show you off he will 

He loves the ones with texture and he likes how it shows off your curves

The floral pattern reminds him of an innocent girl, your not one, and he enjoys seeing that

Wants to play all the beach/ pools games if possible, mans might invite Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara

If he does then that makes 4 working brain cells

Nobara would comment on what you’re wearing and then comment on how lewd it looks, Yuji would just complement you, MY FUCKING HEART, and Megumi would treat you as he usually would.

“____ is Marco, Gojo would shout backing away from you. He always does this bs btw… You gave a thumbs-up as you closed your eyes. Before you could utter the name Marco, Yuji and Nobara begin screaming to the top of their lung “Polo”. Something was off about it all because they know how to play the game.” Are you trying to help me or what,” you opened your eyes only to see a shadow of a man-like figure. Your dearest husband Gojo was jumping in the water, on top of you. Shouting at the top of his lungs, “ RIP MY WIFEY,” which was soon followed by Nobara, Yuji, and Gumi in a sing-song tone says “AYEEEE”. You were practically drowning. Before you came up for air you saw Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo with cheesy grins on their faces. “I’m gonna go hang out with Megumi.” You noticed him chilling under the umbrella in a lawn chair

Late Night Dinner Dates

 You’re his biggest flex. Remember that.

He likes to keep things fun so usually, he’ll tell you to close your eyes and he’ll dress you. Sir Sir SIR

The feeling of his fingers grazing your body makes the whole room heat up.

On dinner dates, it’s just whole stuff. No playing footsies. No sexual jokes. No taking a picture of your panties and showing them to you.

He wants to eat outside with a good view, when there is a sunset he enjoys staring at your beautiful sun-kissed cheeks.

Order what you want, he’s rich. He mostly doesn’t care.

Sometimes if you have a beach view then you two will go and dance on the sand to whatever background music

Bad at dancing? So is he. STIFF WHERE STIFF WHERE.

He would pick off your plate and think he’s slick about it. Your not, just ask

“ .. and that’s how my day went, and yours,” you said, swinging the glass of wine around in your hand. No response, just him staring. “Gojo ?” you questioned moving your head side to side. “Stop all that damn moving, I'm trying to admire the artwork”. You froze from the sudden compliment. “I could stare at your pretty face all day, and I will,” he says, picking up his wine glass. “Your personality, the way you uphold yourself, YOU”, he raises his voice slightly with excitement. Your cheeks felt warm and like they were on the fire. “Awe, my little cutie is getting flustered.” You try to respond but can't think of the words. "Your personality shines brighter than that face of yours, don't think you just pulled me because of your looks," he ruined the mood.

Bathtime for two

There’s no such thing as “I’m taking a bath” it’s WERE taking a bath

You can take showers alone all day long until someone is horny(not you)

He loves bubbles and he likes hiding in them because …. Well… he just blends

Unlike most men he likes the extremely fruity femmie soap smell (bi-curious)

If the water ain’t the perfect temperature, he’s not getting in, instead he sits and puts until you fix it.

You sit in front or behind. Depends on who washing who's hair

"Gojo, can we get out?" No.

The water was a little too hot this time, when you took your morning bath with your husband. You weren't home alone but the house was silent. Gojo had already took a hot shower and was currently drying himself off. You opened the bathroom door with your bathrobe and tied tightly around your waste. "Whatcha doing there sweetheart," he said, focusing this attention. "I was gonna take a bath but-. You were cut off as soon as your heard the bath water running. Your speedy love had already got it ready. "Really, you just got out of the shower." Ignore. "It's all about bonding with you sweetheart, I like feeling you against me, heartbeat to heartbeat, skin to skin, y'know." Shit, he's too good

✭HE LOVES YOU, THE END✭

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[woodchoc-magnum]

2021 fic year in review 🌟

tagged by @eddie-diass 💖

Total Number Of Completed Works: 27

Total Word Count: 880,787 😅 I uh... really like writing fanfic

Fandoms I’ve Written In: 9-1-1

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?: Honestly I had big plans to write more but then real life got in the way and spoiled everything, which was... rude.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year? I can't pick just one because I'm a biased bitch: alone again tonight with you, the smoke in your eyes and boys of summer

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year? I'm not really sure? boys of summer was a totally drama-free, fluffy, smutty fic, which is not my usual thing, but I loved writing it! And I wrote a fic from Maddie's POV which was something new as well (my love has come along).

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year? Probably just going to keep writing whatever I want, lol - specifically though I'm working on a post-5a, anti-Taylor fic (well it's kinda anti-Taylor, she's not sympathetic in it at all), I'm also working on the next Songs fic - after that, not sure. I probably want to write another suspense fic at some point.

Most Popular Story Of The Year? Definitely try to love me if you can. It's my most popular story by far - I don't know if anything will ever top it? As at the 21st of December 2021 it's at 54,357 hits and 3,565 comments, and I still get people reading through and commenting on each chapter!

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion:  My Maddie fic (my love has come along) but I knew it would flop when I posted it. I just really felt like writing Maddie's POV ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Most Fun Story To Write: you light my morning sky with burning love and the entire Cooper-arc in the Songs Universe was super fun, I was genuinely having a blast when I was writing his scenes.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story: wherever we're together, that's my home - I've had a fucking tough couple of months.

Biggest Disappointment: I don't know if I should be brutally honest or not? So like... the amount of people I see saying how much they love the Songs Universe, messaging me, talking about it on TikTok/Twitter - like that's great, but... the comments and kudos don't really reflect that? I pretty much entirely go off how people respond to a fic on AO3 as opposed to what happens elsewhere, so yeah... I'm not saying I'm going to end the Songs Universe or anything because I have fucking plans, guys, and I'm not fishing for comments, but it can just be a little confusing for me, I guess? So yeah, if you love it, the best thing you can do for me is to leave me a lovely comment on AO3. Nothing motivates me more than comments.

Biggest Surprise: How the Cooper-arc in the Songs Universe was received - honestly, I never planned it. I wrote him into one of the fics because I wanted Buck to get a little banged up, and I put in a throwaway line about Eddie catching him checking Buck out, and then all the comments were, what the FUCK is up with this Cooper guy? and thus a villain was born 😅

My Favorite Part Of Fandom This Year: It's been a fucking WILD RIDE, you guys. We've had some fun. We've gone nuts together and screamed and wished for Eddie to get shot and then stuck in an elevator, and then we were stuck on Buddie roommates era and then we wanted them to get taken hostage, and they DID, and like... yeah, Seasons 4 and 5 have been fucking wild and fun. Looking forward to more chaos in 2022, y'all!

Tagging @cinematicnomad @zeethebooknerd @chiquititadiaz @tylerhunklin @thisissirius @from-nova @capseycartwright @sevensoulmates and anyone else I've missed 💕

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[fawnandshadows]

ACOTAR Characters and the Taylor Swift song that they go the hardest to

Feyre — Better Man

Notable Lyrics: And I see the permanent damage you did to me, I know the bravest thing I ever did was run, And it was always on your terms - I waited on every carless word, But your jealousy-oh i can hear it now- talking down to me, and i gave to you my best and we both know you can't say that, I just wish you were a better man

Yes, Feyre loves Rhys wholeheartedly, but damn Feyre loves singing this song at the top of her lungs. Yes, Feyre is completely over Tamlin, but you're gonna look me in the eye and tell me Feyre doesn't scream this when it's shit on Tamlin time?

Rhysand — Starlight

Notable Lyrics: And we were dancing - dancing - like we're made of starlight, Don't you see the starlight? Don't you dream impossible things? We could get married - have ten kids and teach them how to dream

This song has massive Feysand energy, and Rhys knows it. He goes so hard to this song because it reminds him of the early days of Feysand's relationship. The dreamer imagery? The starlight imagery? The way this song fucking slaps? Rhysand loves it and eats it up. He most likely made Taylor an honorary member of the Night Court.

Nesta — I Did Something Bad

Notable Lyrics: If a man talks shit - then I owe him nothing, They say I did something bad - then why's it feel so good?, You gotta leave before you get left, They're burning all the witches even if you are one, Light me up

I headcanon that they play reputation during the valkyrie training sessions. Nesta goes so hard to this song it's not even funny. Every time Cassian hears this song blasting he low-key wonders what he did to piss Nesta off, and 90% of the time it's just Nesta rocking out and dancing to let loose.

Cassian— You Belong With Me

Notable Lyrics: Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time, If you could see that i'm the one who understand you - been here all along- so why can't you see you belong with me, You say your fine - i know you better than that

Now, not only does Cassian appreciate this song for the bop that it is, but he also empathizes with it. Cassian had this song on repeat everyday after the Solstice to when Nesta finally recognized him as her mate. He definitely cooks his eggs to this song, and jumps around the kitchen belting out the lyrics, and Nesta was snobby and dismissive about this song at first, but she finally came around.

Elain — Enchanted

Notable Lyrics: There i was again tonight - forcing laughter - faking smiles, All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you, counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy, I'm wonderstruck - blushing all the way home, the lingering question kept me up - 2am who do you love?, And now I'm pacing back and forth wishing you were at my door, I'm wonderstruck dancing around all alone, This is me praying that this was the very first page - not where the storylines ends, my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, Please don't be in love with someone else - please don't have somebody waiting on you

The most enchanting Archeron sister gets the most enchanting song. Elain 100% sings this song and spins around in the moonlight when she can't sleep at night. She yearns just as hard as Azriel. This song is beautiful just like Elain, and she constantly sings it while she gardening and baking. Elain is a Speak Now stan.

Azriel — Back To December

Notable Lyrics: Your guard is up and I know why, cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind, so this is me swallowing my pride saying I'm sorry for that night, And I go back to December all the time, It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, I go back to December all the time, These days I haven't been sleeping - staying up playing back myself leaving, you gave me all your love and all i gave you ways goodbye, if the chain is on your door I understand

No one can tell me this isn't Azriel after the Solstice. No one. My dude listens to this on repeat during his flights. I feel like this really needs no explanation.

Mor — I Forgot That You Existed

Notable Lyrics: I forgot that you existed, I thought that it would kill be but it didn't, it was so nice - so peaceful and quiet, lived in the shade you were throwing til all of my sunshine was gone, sent me a clear message - taught me some hard lessons

Mor is a Lover stan and a 1989 stan, but I really see her cranking this song to full volume and singing until her throat is raw to this song. It's her karaoke song. They play this song at Rita's whenever she is there. She is still trying to put her family and Hewn City behind her, and she clings to this song whenever she needs to stay strong. It's also fun and upbeat just like Mor.

Amren — All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

Notable Lyrics: Everything.

Now, Amren doesn't relate to this song. At all. But she loves the anger in it, and when she started playing it on repeat everyone was wondering what the hell Varian did. I can imagine everyone gathering round to discuss the best way to broach the subject, and Rhys was ready to go to war with the Summer Court, and Amren was wondering why everyone was walking on eggshells around her. When they finally confronter her about it, Amren laughed in their faces because Varian treats her like the queen she is.

Lucien — The Story of Us

Notable Lyrics: I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us - how we met and the sparks flew instantly, so many walls up I can't break through, the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, you're doing your best to avoid me, Why are we pretending this is nothing? I've never heard silence quite this loud

Now, I know Lucien is Mr. Perfectly Fine, and he is able to live in the human lands and be happy with Vassa and Jurian, but some of these lyrics were too good not to use (:

#this is just for funsies #coming soon - acotar characters and the taylor songs the cry to #acotar characters #elriel #elain archeron #elain x azriel #azriel #pro elriel #feyre #rhysand #cassian #nesta #amen #mor #lucien #pro feysand #pro nessian #anti gwynriel #anti elucien #pro vassien

[mantra4ia]

Favorite "The Amazing Devil" songs

I mean, apart from actually all of them

1. Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious:

Like a puppet with no strings, untangling my headphones, sometimes it's the only thing that keeps my head in place / my heart is tearing pages from the funny story I rehearsed because I know I don't belong / my kindness is my sword. I do my best to breathe but they're stealing all the air / I'll sing silence and ask my glass of wine for guidance... I'll speak with my eyes, you'll think I'm weird...I don't find this easy like you. / I'm lying on a bed of coats trying desperately to cope, it's just sometimes nice to feel what it's like in someone else's coat. / We're bursting at the seams because the noise is crushing us... In a moment of total rapture, with every strength I have, I ask if you play D&D and your face lights up like you've woken up from this endless f****** nightmare / if God made us in his image then God's a fucking nerd. / Going to go home and dress my cat up like Batman.

2. Wild Blue Yonder:

One last time, love, come and rip my clothes off / Let's wander 'til the fuckers demand an encore.

Flirting (not flirting) at the back of a bookshop - Come and rip off my socks like you're blasting the locks off of a bank vault. This time we're done for.

All the books we drowned, and the candle we lit, we'll use it to burn this whole place to the ground. I'm lost, I'm found in you

Every stone you threw, I stood on to better see the view

let's hide under the covers, we don't know what's out there, could be all our demons darlings (or a robot vampire)

I've got something in my (eye/I) surrender

3. Chords:

Remember today that you are loved...Paint your eyes with sunsets. / I need a drink or two / If your voice begins to crack and you ever feel alone, they might laugh...But know we'll sing your name when you come home. / Remember (please), today you're enough / Gift to us all your blame 'cause we'll be all that you hate about yourself, so you can grow.

4. Pray:

Sweet nothings are screamed, not spoken

God made all man in his image (God made all men) Honey, I'm, I'm no man. I'm what's left when children go to war.

I'll run until I begin to understand what holy men really mean, when they speak of sand and sons and seams, and symphonies and sweat and sex and sin.

5. Fair:

It's what my heart just yearns to say...It's what my rotting bones will sing...Today, I somehow understand the reason I was born. / It's not fair (how much I love you), 'cause you make me laugh when I'm actually really fucking cross at you for something / darling I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades / It's not fair, 'cause you make me weep when I'm just trying to watch The Office with my yogurt / how unreasonable / Christ, you'll be the death of me / And calm throughout his melodrama, she will turn and say... you don't need to pretend to be someone you're not 'cause it's not like I've never heard you fart and snore and for some godforsaken reason I'm still here, love. / Where have you been?" She'll whisper, "I've waited, so long for you to come" / And as the stars above them hum...He'll turn to her and say, "That's what she said."

6. Marbles:

She sang, "do you think I'm sexy?" - And oh God, I really did.

Sipping drinks till we cry - oh if one more guy calls me darling then I swear to you, and to God, I will murder them all. Will the bastards applaud when I show that I'm flawed? - You're not flawed darling, you're just a little underrehearsed.

I sink to the floor, "What's the point anymore?" - You reply with the glint in your eye, "I don't don't know, but I'm here."

I've loved you for a hundred years - certainly f****** feels like it.

7. That Old Witch Sleep...:

That old witch sleep wishes, she kisses my eyelids, "you don't have to be brilliant" / They're just shadows searching for light, they can't stay / you are in the earth of me / Oh, sleep now, she pleads - You're not a coward 'cause you cower. You're brave because they broke you yet broken still you breathe / let's bury this...'cause I'm not trapped with you, you see, you're the one who's trapped with me. / Where you see weakness I see wit, sometimes I fall to pieces to see what bits of me don't fit / Pour me another shard full of glass, I toast to their talents and I forgive them at last.

8. Battle Cries:

Thirty winters will pass, you'll look back at the woman 50-year-old-you will be proud to have known

After summers of fasting, I feel hunger for the person 15-year-old-me would be proud to have known...And we'd laugh at the ghosts of our fears. We were gods, we were kids.

That creaking you hear in my bones, it's not pain, it's applause.

"Come at me, your blaggards," you'd yell from the banks, wielding words against make-believe wizards and tanks.

And these lines aren't wrinkles, they're just dollops of paint on a new work of art.

All it took to unearth —in the dust and the dirt— some release or respite from the heat and the hurt, was taking the time now and then to ask how I am.

This isn't a breakup it's a season finale / And now at the end (At the end of all things) I'm not gonna scream, beat my chest at the wind. I'm doing fine.

9. Inkpot Gods:

I made a vow out to the dark, "Please, let her live..." 'Cause she is so much more than all her scars and if she doesn't have the will...I'll stay, because I will be the man my father never was.

What you hear is not silence, it's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum.

What you see is not the dark, it's just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you'll become

To those Gods I'll say bluntly, "you ever touch or harm him" please rest assured that you might not fear a man. But to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea 'cause I'm more than what my mum told me to be.

10. The Calling

Back then, I was dauntless / my weakness made me weep less than I would ever show to you / I'd burn so bright it blinded...that light guided me here / To wring those embers from my broken heart and broken liver / I'm between that 'just one more' and 'drank too much' again / I look into the waters and see a face I don't understand / We're both unwanted daughters / I don't recognize..."What changed?" I ask, "So strange, " she replies / Shoulder the sky (I can't wait to show you how much) / back then I wasn't hopeful...I promise you I'll write "I love you" your sleeping hand / and when that fox howls, I'll howl with it. In its cries, I'll find an end. / When I think I'm fine, you'll visit and happen to me all over again. In the waters, I see a face I don't want look back / the rocks beneath my feet begin to crack / long ago that current caught us and we tried, I tried, I really fucking tried...But the rain kept coming down, I watched that woman drown.

Honorary lyrics and imagery

The trees tell us their stories, we called them liars...We thought you were mental, you were talking to trees!

Autumn hands

Write me weird, write me willing, write me well.

Be good, be safe, be kind.

It's like all the wallpaper inside my heart is peeling off. I'm showing all the stains and things they wrote on the wall before...today we ripped it off, we showed the world that we exist. Never really liked the pattern that much on the wallpaper, so anyway.

Brick by brick you built us...our mortar was your laughter... I'll brick by brick rebuild us out of hows and whys not whens

Burn a hundred theaters to get the wall paper right

We made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands

‘Cos I will suffer silence for the strings you tune

I pack what is needed for the journey to come. All my books and bracken and booze.

Do you like my dress, it has pockets?

If I have to be who I was, do I have to be who I am?

Leaves like fallen shards of stained glass windows shinning

You asked me for my fire now watch me burn

Mop up what's left of my lungs

You do not get to hurt me just because I asked you once if you were alright

To the dark I said pour and forgot to say when...And for the first time in all my life I know I'm more than what I fear.

I make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right

My saint, she is dancing and every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame.

That wine you were saving, it's saving me now, love...I whisper aloud to my saint "oh we're going to get on."

#the amazing devil #music #lyric art #song lyrics #favorite songs

[gloomyhearts]

Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter two ~ just look up the sky

people grow together through darkness. does this band will make it without their most important human being.

After years will everything keep the same?

Luke patterson x oc

January 1995

Sabrina came home from school and was on her way to the garage where her favourite human beings have rehearsal before playing at the club the next day. The chords of 'now or never' blasting all the way to the front street. Jumping from her board she ran up the driveway, stopping at the door to catch her breath.

She threw the doors opened as she stepped in.

"Welcome stranger" Luke laid his free arm around her shoulders pulling her in the middle of the room.

"I don't want to push your ego but you're guys becoming better everyday," she pushed Luke's arm away when Alex glanced at them. Sending him an apologetic look.

"Thank you Brie" Reggie sending her a warm smile.

"Just the truth Reg" mirroring his smile she walked over to the couch and sat down. "What songs are you playing tomorrow?" She lay down her hands resting on her stomach. She twisted the ring Luke gifted her last year.

"Now and never is an essential. And then we will see, how's the public, their vibes and so," Bobby explains. Sabrina wasn't a fan of the fourth member to the fact that he's trying to steal Luke the show always ripping his lyrics saying negative words about them and his said words aren't any help either.

"Now or never is a hit boys I really like it"

"You just say that because you're my sister," Alex insisted.

"That's bullshit," she retorted.

"But just try 'Welcome home,'" Sabrina suggests.

"But there's a piano part," Luke remarked.

"Don't mind me sitting down here," Sabrina points to the keyboard and sat behind it.

She began to play the beginning chords as Alex softly hit on his drum.

Feeling high always chasing the light.

Calming down when everything's loud.

Adrenaline rushing through my body,

My heart beats for moment like these.

Luke plucks his guitar farster, the drums getting louder and the boys began to scream.

In the dark

We're jamming from our hearts

No regrets

Blood rushing through my head

Welcome home

Always grateful for you

The cheers

Echoing through my head

The keyboard was facing the band giving Sabrina the chance to study their emotions. Luke's eyes always laying on her even as he's walking between the other two guitarist.

Hours to go but always thinking 'bout you

Seeing you in the crowd

Brings ache to my heart.

But this band's like homeee.

Sabrina sung quietly in background every word of the lyric when her favorite passage was to come.

Some chase the fame and lose themselves

But with you I'm being grounded

Flying high and blasting through the sky

Would never feel the same without you

Their eyes glaring at her when she was the only one singing this phrase, the boys astonished by her voice froze in tracks. Her eyes narrowed to keep on playing their instruments.

Seconds later the music started again.

Welcome home

Always grateful for you

The cheers

Echoing through my heart

Welcome home

Always grateful for you

The cheers

Echoing through my heart

The chords slowly dying as Alex hit his ride a last time.

"This was spectacular" he jumped in front of his drums.

"This is.. Will you have to join the band" his hands now resting on her upper arms, shaking Sabrina lightly.

Shaking her head she just laughed. "You know I wouldn't, Lexi" she began to thickle his abdomen as he removes his hands.

Reggie agrees to Alex nodding his head steady.

"Think about it Brina" Luke spoke smirking.

"I'll think about it" the corner of his mouth turned up. He stretched his hand in front of her as she grabbed it he squeezed it slightly.

He dragged her closer by shoving his arm to his body, he leans down to her and whispers. "You smell nice today" her cheeks turning red as turned away to cover her up. Alex observes it critical.

"I've got to go. Don't stay up too late," she calls after the group. She waves to the boys when she walked out of the door Luke hold open.

Skateboarding down the main street the sky a mild orange and yellow as the sun; already dotted with stars. Sabrina was almost in her friend's street as a jolt threw her down her board she even flew a few yards; hitting the ground with a loud thud and sliding a bit more. Her skin now cluttered with abrasions on her left side. She pressed on her upper arm trying to stop the blood

The blonde girl lay on the cold pavement surrounded by tourists and pedestrians. Eyes glaring on her staring at her wounds, some chatters whereas she couldn't understand it.

In the distance she heard sirens over her loud sobbing; a wave of relief and hope floating through her tired body.

She was lifted into the ambulance and they start to drive to the hospital.

At the arrival of the car they rushed to the emergencyroom. Shifting her into a bed before taking her to the tests.

The first nurse pushing a needled for the IV into her hand when she saw her naked hand sadness overcame her.

"The..the ring" she stutters.

"There was no ring" the paramedic explained dry and shrugged his shoulders. She lost her consciousness right after.

A steady beeping was the only noise in the room. Her body covered with wires plugged into machines for her vitals. A nurse entered as she saw Sabrina opens her eyes.

"Hello dear. Great to see you. So what's your name?" she sat down next to the bed.

"Brie" she struggles to breath.

"Slow. Take your time," the nurse soothed. Sabrina's hand slightly shakes as she tries to imply. "You wanna write?" The blonde just nodded.

Writing has always helped me.

"There you go"she handed her paper and a pen.

Sabrina Willow Mercer. It wasn't her best writing but readable.

"Got this." The nurse grabbed the paper and left.

She left her three empty papers, so she began to write with all the power she has left.

Minutes later the woman came back reassuring she reached someone at home. A single tear escape her eyes as she quietly sobs. What if this are here last breaths and no one of her family was here she'd do everything to hear their voices one last time. She remembers the rehearsal hours ago.

"Your mom said she is on her way after calling your dad and collecting your brother." Laying her hand on Sabrina's arm her thumb rubbing an unscathed spot. The girl in the bed mouthed a 'thanks'.

What felt like hours of waiting her mother and the blonde boy ran into her room.

"Baby" her mom threw her body down next to the bed grabbing her hand.

"Will" Alex stumbled towards the bed reddish eyes staring at her.

"She's going to be alright, right?" He turned to the nurse.

"That's not mine remit sir" she left.

Alex softly moving next to her in the bed. "We'll make it. We always do" he pressed a kiss on her temple pulling her into his side.

Their mother started whimpering remembering what the nurse told on the phone. She gave Brian's hand a small kiss holding it near to her heart. Alex was this situation suspicious. He sniffed her scent in; the ocean breeze.

"Lex.." Sabrina's voice broke halfway.

"Psst. Let me hold you" he pressed her tighter into his side.

The girl hold the letters over to him. "When I... when I die.." the siblings whimpered in sync.

"These are for you, mom and dad and Luke" his name gave him a flashback to Luke's reaction as Alex rushed out of the garage running towards their car and leaving without a word. Luke didn't moved since then.

"Call him" she pointed towards the door giving him a resuring smile.

Minutes past when Alex walked back in. "He's coming" he took his spot again laying his arm around her shoulder.

"You sure about this?" He raised the letters and she nodded.

The shaggy haired boy arrived as Sabrina was sleeping in Alex arms. "She's alright right?" He questioned and the blonde boy shakes his head much to his dislike.

"I talked to the doctor they gave her maximally a week" his thumb brushes the tears away. "If they find a donor.." he sobbed thinking about a life without this sunshine.

"That's not true. It can't. She's so young" Luke's body fell into the chair. The Mercer mom left an hour ago.

Luke intertwined their fingers bringing her hand up to his forehead. He felt a light pressure on his hand and looked up at Sabrina. A small smile on her lips. "Hey gorgeous" he didn't cared if Alex was still with them.

"You're going to be alright. We'll find a way Brina," Luke whispers, his voice shaking.

The next day Sabrina woke up to two boys sleeping with their heads on her bed, quiet snorts escaping their mouths.

She wanted to let them sleep they need it. Flashbacks from last night crashing onto her.

The boys refused to play tonight but she insisted that's their chance, there always managers who could sign them.

'Just let it go',

'we're not leaving you here, alone.'

'don't let this chance die because of me' she retorted. As she mentions the word 'die' the time stand still, the air around them getting cold, their eyes not daring to look at her.

"Morning Will" Alex greets, his voice just above a whisper; his hand sliding through his hair trying to smooth it.

"Hey" she tried to smile.

"How are you feeling?"

"Greatest I've ever been" she sarcastically said, rolling her eyes.

The siblings laughed the first time since the whole accident. Luke awoke to them laughing and his muscles eased a bit. Seeing them relieved, laughing, this gives him hope, hope she'll survive this.

"Morning there sweetie" Alex says towards Luke who rubbed his eyes in the process of waking up.

"Morning" he yawns and stretched his arms up.

"I'm getting breakfast any wishes?" Alex stands up and began to sneak to the door.

"Pancakes" his sister calls after him.

"We're not in a hotel" he shakes his head in disbelief. The three of them erupting in laughter.

"A coffee, please" Luke adds.

Alex was out the door so Luke took the chance to climb up into the bed. His arm resting around her shoulders. Her head resting on his shoulder and his head on hers.

"I can't do this tonight without you, Brina." his voice a shaking whisper.

"Of course you'll rock this, all of you. Do it for me P." Sabrina turned on her side and rested her head in his chest, hearing his heartbeat calmed her. His right hand plays with a strand of her wavy hair. Unfortunately one of his rings gets tangled in it.

"Ouh" exclaimed the girl reaching for his hand and slowly puts his hand in front of her face. Thank God her hair is long that this is possible.

"Keep still" Sabrina points out.

She took the ring off of his finger and entangled it from her hair. Luke watching her moves closely. She let out a small chuckle.

"Where's your ring" he grabs her hand finding the naked spot around her index.

"I've must lost it. The paramedic said he hasn't found anything" the corners of her mouth dropping down, she sighed.

"No problem. I'll find it" Alex enters the room again with their drinks in his hands and a chocolate chip muffin. He reached the bed and hand them their orders.

"Can I have a bite" she made puppy eyes which always convinced him.

"Fine" he exhales holding it in front of her. Taking a large bite she smile without teeth; making kissing sounds to thank him.

The boys left around lunch due to her following tests but Alex dropped in minutes after she was pushed out of her room bringing her journal and her pencil case. Arriving back and seeing the utensils she smiled and began to write down her thoughts, forming poems and wisdoms.

Sabrina's view laid on the clock at it hit 7pm which means their show begins right now, she wishes to be there seeing them relieved and freed, dancing over the stage having fun with each other.

"Hello guys we're sunset curve" Luke was interrupted by Reggie's 'tell your friends'

"We want to dedicate this night for a special one who couldn't be here today" his mood darken slightly.

They began to play the chorus to 'now or never' and the people radiate the same energy as the band. The crowed danced to the words the band sings.

The song came to an end and Luke exchanged glances with the other guys, nodding their heads they were ready to jam 'Welcome home'.

Mid song Luke stopped singing and stared into the void. He lost his focus, frozen without her; that's when it hits him like a train it wasn't just a silly crush, he loves her.

Tears began to build in his eyes as he tried to focus back on the music.

When the last chords were played he ran out of the bar and to the place Sabrina told him she had the accident.

Earlier the day he didn't find the ring, the probability to find it now is zero but he didn't would give up until he held it in his hand.

Luke arrived to a jumbled room, nurses running in and out same as doctors. Loud chattering and beeping of machines. He rushed into her room, Alex already sat by her side. He grabbed her other hand holding it and squeezing it constantly. Sabrina tried to sat up, her hands trying to escape their grip. They all lean in closer, heads now in the middle of the bed.

"Just look up the sky. I'm the brightest star guiding the way. Watching you. Always by your side" her hands resting on each of the cheeks from Luke and Alex. Luke takes her hand and puts the ring back on her index, she slowly proceeded the gesture and it takes all her power to sent him a heartwarming smile but it didn't reached her eyes too tired.

"I love you" Sabrina's hands falling lifeless onto the bed. The machines now with a monotonous sound and a flat line. Tears streaming down their checks. Holding her hand not able to proceed that’s she’s gone, forever

#jatp fanfic #luke patterson fic #luke x oc #jatpluke #luke patterson fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #jatp x oc #charlie gillespie fic #charlie gillespie fanfiction #luke patterson #julieandthephantomsimagine #jatp luke #luke patterson x oc #jatp fic #luke julie and the phantoms #luke patterson x reader

[levinneheart]

Never loved you

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader (College AU)

Warning/s: Characters are 20+; slight IzuOcha ship; Fluff; Angst; implied Depression; may or may not been based on experience

And yes, the title is a Song by Evie Clair. You’re quirk is smth to do w/ Empath and it’s not hero material by norms.

You never expect to encounter him. Out of all the people you could’ve met, you didn’t believe you that you could met him online out of all the places.

It started when you became friends with a group of talented singers and musicians as you also joined into the fun – abeit not as talented as them, you tried your best and put your all into it. Not long after that, you began knowing the group which consists of all the previous students of Class 1-A and some other students of UA and soon, Mina invited you to join their group as an “honorary member” as you lived in another country which you gladly accepted.

Sometimes, you would join the voice call and be overwhelmed by the amount of voices blasting in your earphone. Sometimes, you would listen silently as everyone talked over each other while Bakugou screamed and make small explosions that literally makes everyone deaf. Rip earphone users. You loved and treasured these moments with them, although you didn’t know what they looked like.

It wasn’t until he joined that made you the happiest. You were currently teasing Midoriya and Uraraka, saying they were cute crushing on each other, much to Uraraka’s denial and Midoriya’s stuttering. Chuckling, you continue with your impromptu storytelling of their love blossoming until both of them are beyond speechless. You decided to stop when Bakugou joined the conversation.

“Yo, Mina invited other damn extra!” he informed in his usual loud voice.

“Kaachan, you shouldn’t talk to Shinsou like that! He’s listening you know!” Midoriya scolded softly.

You checked and someone was listening in, they had a cat picture as a profile pic and you couldn’t helped but smack yourself in embarrassment as you didn’t noticed earlier while Bakugou and Midoriya beefed it out in the voice chat. You muted them, not wanting to hear they’re yelling of being the no. 1 hero.

“I agree with you btw.” chatted the one with cat pic. “It’s so obvious, it makes me roll my eyes that they remain oblivious to each other’s feelings.”

“IKR!” You typed back, forgetting your embarrassment.

“You’re not from UA, are you?”

“No. Actually, I’m just an honorary member as Mina says since I live miles away haha.”

“I see. I’m Shinsou, Shinsou Hitoshi btw.”

“(l/n) (f/n)! Nice to meet’cha!”

You didn’t know how it happened but you felt an instant connection to him and you two hitted it off from then. You two would always chat in your private message and it quickly became unnoticed by the others, they even started to ship is and make an official name for the ship. You played oblivious as did he, although both of you already know about it.

After two weeks, he called you bb and you couldn’t helped but blush before awkwardly telling him: you really really liked him. At first, he didn’t say anything so you were half-expecting him to reject you and that’ll be it. But surprised, he told you: he liked you back. However you both decided that it’s too early for a relationship so you two now have a peace of mind that at least the other feels the same way.

It was fun, interacting with him, sending him uwus and heart memes, etc. You learned that he’s working as a pro hero while you studied in university. You learned he’s a gamer who sings, plays the guitar and ukulele ngl i can honesty see this as canon. And he plays basketball and soccer just pretend sksksksksk.

You two would schedule voice calls as you both were busy, it would always play out as – you would come home late and wait for him to get out of work as you two chatted away before actually getting in the call once he’s home. You would usually ask about he’s day and about his job and he’d reply with his usual deep tired voice that you’ve grown to love curses my deep voice kink.

This went for two months. Until one night while you were staying up late studying, he chatted your name. This was the first time he called you by your real name, usually he would call you by your username or “bb” as usual so this sudden change set butterflies in your stomach.

“Yes, Toshi?” you replied before teasingly sent, “This is the 1st time you called me by my name haha.”

“I wanted to tell you something important so I thought it’d catch your attention.”

“Well, what is it?”

“I love you.”

Without thinking you typed, “I love you too.” and sent it before realizing what he meant. “Do you meant that as a friend?” You immediately sent.

“Do you want me to say that?”

You blushed hard, you can imagine him chuckling at your stupid question. “Uhhh no??? Idk??? You’re not joking, right??”

“I wouldn’t have said it, if I didn’t mean it.”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe it so you just had to ask.

“Yes.”

“Tell it to me again plz 🥺👉👈.”

“I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Toshi.”

“In advance, I’m so sorry for being a weirdo.”

“But you’re my weirdo.”

Cue squealing. But after that, it went spiraling down. A month and a week went by without communication from him; no updates, no greetings, no nothing. You decided to confront him about your concerns. You understand that he’s busy at work and you were always supportive and understanding at his job were his top priority.

But couldn’t he at least spare you a few minutes of his free time, maybe when he woke up or during his breaks. You didn’t ask for more so you were slightly disappointed with him as it worried you that he worked 6am-2am everday without holiday breaks besides Nov.1-2.

You voiced those concerns to him, he apologized and you forgave him. But this behavior of his continued on and this made you sad, other would say you’re depressed but you were too occupied with thoughts of him; his voice; the feeling he gave you, etc.

For another month and three days, you confront him again but this time he left your pm and blocked you. You panicked as negative thoughts flooding your mind.

Did you do anything wrong? You weren’t too clingy, right? Your chat wasn’t too honest, right?

You somehow managed to calm your mind after a couple of minutes and through logical evaluation and elimination, you concluded that you didn’t do anything wrong. But the questions remain: Why did he leave? Why did he blocked you?

For the longest time, you couldn’t answer that. You spend your time drifting off from reality and to your memories with Toshi while day-by-by you lessen your interactions with your online friends, seemingly just vanishing from thin air.

You felt empty, a void of loneliness filled you as you went your way through your own life, not knowing what to do with yourself or even feel. Why did it come to this? Everything went fine, you two were happy so why? Why did he suddenly leave you all alone like that?

———————————————————————

Today was the reunion of UA batch [number]. Shinsou stood in the far corner of the Gym Gamma, his back leaning against the wall as he observed everyone and everything. He noticed an unfamiliar yet familiar (h/c) locks, he watch as you talked with Sero, Tokoyami, Shouji, and Ojirou. You were especially close to Ojirou, you practically by his side with your arm linked with his.

He didn’t know why he was growing irritated and angry at sight of you being in someone else’s arms when he damn well know that you deserve to move on after what he’d done to you after all those three years but still… He had hoped that you actually waited for him.

You were suddenly called by Kirishima as you leaned towards Ojirou and whispered a soft ‘see you’ before walking towards to him.

“(Y/n)-chan! I want you to meet someone!” He said as he dragged you towards where a lone lavender haired man stood before running away. You opened your mouth to objects but it was already too late, he was gone. You looked at the stranger and felt that same connection when you met him, you knew. Although not having to see his face, you just knew that it was him: Shinsou.

“(L/n) (f/n)! Nice to meet’cha!” You cheered brightly, just like when you first introduced yourself to him.

“I know.” he replied. “I’m Shinsou Hitoshi.” God, why I am so lame. He thought.

“Oh! Nice to finally and officially meet you, Shinsou-san!” You smiled as you raised your glass towards him.

Why did you have to call him like a stranger? And not the usual ‘Toshi’ you would always call him?

He clicked his glass with yours and took a sip as his eyes spotted a shiny accessory on your ring finger, making his heart froze. That’s why. You were engaged. Of course, why wouldn’t you be? You were ever so patient, understanding and supportive. It didn’t even surprise him.

When you finished you glass, you excused yourself as Jirou announces the last song for tonight that is written by the guess before she yelled out your name and you climbed up the stage.

“Love do you know?

We've been growing apart

And you should know

That for me that's hard

Darling I'm scared if I let you go, oh

This will be goodbye for good

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

‘I never loved you’

And I won't say

That I knew it from the start

So you can say

That we weren't torn apart

'Cause for me, oh it's easier to bleed, oh

When I know you can sleep so I keep telling myself

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

I feel numb when the drums slow down

Oh, leave me dumb so I can't tell myself

Myself, oh

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

I already know that it just isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

‘I never loved you’.”

Part 2, maybe???

#mha shinsou #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha midoriya #mha urakaka #mha bakugou #mha mina #shinsou x reader #mha sero #mha tokoyami #mha shoji #mha ojiro #ojiro x reader #angst #fluff #izuocha #shipping #college au #fic recs #mha scenarios #mha au #mha fluff #mha angst #levinne.writes #mha.scenarios #shinsou.scenarios

[minthysugamon]

Barell of a Gun (Hitman! Jimin x Reader)

(Warnings: This one is pretty dark. Please don't read if you feel uncomfortable at the mentions of Paid Murder,Gambling,Uncomfortable Situations and Kidnapping. This doesn't depict Jimin's real personality. It's only a work of fiction. Please don't associate Jimin with this after you read it,he isn't like that in real life. IT IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON A JAMES BOND-AGENT 47 TYPE OF CONDUCTING LINE)

Word count: 2045

As soon as night has fallen,he started to get ready. Pen,check. Knives,check. 9mm,check. Everything was going perfectly. Park Jimin never paid attention to the victim. At least,he never let his emotions rule over the goal he had in front of him. And that goal was the 1,000,000$ he will get after he eliminated the person in the portfolio. It's a well paid price,and until he does the job without being noticed,it's worth it. He never accorded time to his emotions. It's a rational job,find the person,eliminate them,get paid. Nothing really hard. He prefers to say eliminate because killing would make his targets look like victims,whilst most of them are just rotten people.

"Agent 91,welcome. Please type in the password to unlock." His computer displayed the following words. He typed it in once. Doesn't work. The fourth time,same thing happened. "Fuck. Not again. I don't have time for this shit right now." Jimin was starting to get agitated. The fifth time,he just scanned his retina,hoping it would work. And it did. Thankfully. Because if it hadn't,the whole fuck-up would've cost him a lot of money and primarily his life,probably.

While sitting in the car,you had some Depeche Mode song your brother was blasting earlier in his room,stuck on repeat in your head. It was called Barrel of a Gun or something,the guitar riff was kinda cool so it stuck to your neurones. The ride to the casino was accompanied by an awkward silence,your date for the night has chosen some pompous place to dine at and now wanted to go gamble some money away. He was the son of some rich politician at your school,of course he would do something like that. "Did you like the meal?" The guy placed a hand on your knee,not as if you had asked,but for the moment you didn't do anything. "Yes,i liked it,even thought the wine was a little bit dry for my taste." He simply smirked and rolled up the partition in the back of the Limousine before his hand has made its way higher up on your thigh. "Well..if it can comfort you,i know that something won't be as dry as the wine tonight." Breaking point. You took his hand into yours and simply smiled. "Jacques,listen. I appreciate your gestures and all,but please,please,pretty please,don't ever fucking touch me again without me consenting to it." You heard a pop coming from the bone of his hand,not realising you were literally almost breaking it so you had let it go.

Jimin had stepped into the grand hall of the Casino of Monte Carlo,getting the casual verifications done. He stood at the roulette table,and since he had some time to kill,he didn't mind gambling away some thousands. The main point was to blend in,not to be outstanding. "Mesdames,Messieurs,Faites-vos jeux." He had forgotten how wonderful the french language sounds...as wonderful as a cat choking on some plastic wrap. His bet was put on the number 3,his lucky number. Not that he was superstitious,but it always brought him chance,so...why not this time? "Les Jeux sont faits." As soon as the roulette started spinning,he looked around himself and finally saw his target. But it wasn't planned that he will have company.

Sitting besides Jacques while he was playing a hand,needless to say,it was more than just boring. You never wanted to go home as much as you did now. Plus,the high-heels were killing your feet,it was a plus reason for you to just get up and leave. But you didn't. Simply because he was already kind enough to take you on a date,so,you had nothing more to do than just sit beside him and observe. Jacques wasn't good at Poker,even if he liked to think the opposite,and his loss was already over 100,000€. If he were a simple man,he would already be indebted,but it wasn't the case. The game only started to be interesting when another man sat down at the table and joined the party.

"May i?" Jimin asked with a small smile on his lips. He knew his target was beside him,it will be easier to calculate his every moves. But he didn't realise it will be harder since you were in the frame too. As soon as the game started,he saw that the guy wasn't good at playing,only bluffing,so,he took this to his advantage and told himself he will use the "I'm just tryna help you bro" card later. Jimin's eyes were mostly on you though,and he didn't calculate his emotions,but he would've been lying if he said you weren't beautiful.

You were looking at the cards in Jacques's hands. Seeing the 3 others on the table,he was already fucked,but of course,he had to bluff. "50,bet" echoed from the man beside you and everyone folded. Except one. The new player at the table. "Oh...i see you play with big amounts...let me make it more interesting then. Calling 1600." The black haired man's proposition made you jump a little bit. It wasn't only 1600€,but 1,600,000. "So..? What do you think? Reasonable proposition,no? Or...are you scared of losing?" The guy smirked and your partner stood up. "I'm going for a smoke. Pause the game." "Man,it isn't such a bad proposition,but okay...let's say 1,400,000 to save your honor." He followed Jacques to the balcony. Which was a pretty bad idea knowing how he can get when he's angry,you knew how out of hand the situation could get,he was the same at Uni. Anger Issues was his middle name.

Jimin was only trying to provoke the poor guy. Poor...let's not say that. He was the kid of an asshole that got rich by scamming poor people. Let alone,the father was a politician. The only way for Jimin to attain his final target was to hurt him. Not that he had to,but it was more effective this way. "Stop fucking following me. I have enough of your gimmicks. I saw how you were looking at him. You're on a date with me,not him." The hitman simply laughed. "Oh..you thought your little girlfriend came after you? Believe me,she has better things to do. Now,if you excuse me..." Gun cocked. Silencer already on. And fire. The bullet went straight through the younger one's head,in between the eyes. "Bull's eye. Good." As the body of the guy has fallen,Jimin started to wipe his silencer and put the pistol away. Too bad the girl was at the balcony as he did it.

"What the fuck have you done? WHO THE FU-" You screamed at him,but the scream hadn't live to its full potential as the guy from the table had silenced you with a hit to your head. You woke up five hours later,tied to a chair,in a living room in some old ass apartment,still propably in southern France. "Rise and shine babygirl,you're safe now. My name is...you have no buisness knowing it,but call me 91. Or Jay. Whatever suits you." As you looked around you,you saw nothing you could recognise. Only the feeling of the rag on your mouth was prominent,with the bounds around your wrists and legs. "I guess i should take off the gag...but can i trust you to not scream?" You nodded,already planning to get away somehow. As Jay took off the gag you inhaled and tried to scream but he had his hand in front of your mouth. "I should've killed you when i had the chance. I didn't need any kind of witnesses. But here i am,trying to plan out something so you don't talk. Now. Stop screaming or i'll send a bullet flying through your brain. Also..what's your name again?" He knew it of course...but wanted to hear it as he took off his hand of your mouth and looked at you. "Wasn't that your initial plan? And my name is (Y/n)." The sass in your words left him surprised enough to smile and unload his gun. "Wow,getting sassy i see. I like it." "Why did you kill him? Was it because he was involved in some shady buisness?" You talked way more than you should have. And Jimin liked that. More information means more time...which means a better approach towards the target. "What do i look like? A social justice warrior? Honey,i get paid for shit like this. But now,my only problem is you. What should i do with you? You weren't in the frame. And now you are here,bound to a chair...don't get me wrong,i like the view,but you shouldn't have wandered away from that goddamn table yesterday." You simply lowered your head and looked at his hands. He was fidgeting. Unable to decide what he should do. "You should probably kill me then. I mean,if i am too much to handle,and since you know i'll be talking as soon as i get out of here,you should just choke me to death...quick and effective." He smiled and took your chin with two fingers so you were looking into his eyes. "Let me think about it. But i already know i won't kill you...in the end,you're truly innocent so..there would be no fun in that." "So...you're pretty much a social justice warrior then" He let your chin go and stood up to walk around the apartment.

Jimin knew killing you would've made too much mess,plus,cleaning the whole appartment after it would have taken too much time. Plus...he kinda started to like you. You were the type of girl he could settle with. So he went with plan B...or more like,he wanted to go with plan b which was about to let you go and threaten you to not talk. But as soon as he heard footsteps coming towards the apartment,Jimin changed his mind and chose Plan C. "You'll be coming with me. We have to get away. I already lost more than 3 hours with you getting in my way."

You were quickly untied and he secured a gun around your thigh. "You know how to use one? Just in case,to be safe." Why on earth would he give you a gun? "I could kill you right now if i wanted." "Yeah,i know,but you don't want to. That's the positive point. Now open the window and get out." God knows why you obeyed him,but it was almost automatic. Did you like the rush of the situation? Maybe yes. Maybe it was simply because you were scared...maybe it was because you kind of liked the way the whole situation turned out. He was following you as soon as he cleared the area,and unlocked his car. "Get in. I'll be here soon. No more than 2 minutes." "Huh? Where the fuck are you going?" "Getting my shit and then i'll be here." And with that,he was already on his way.

No more than two minutes after,he was back with his suitcase and the briefcase containing some papers,his pc and most importantly,the money. "Buckle the belt. We'll be on the road for 10 to 15 hours..." "Where are we going?" He simply smiled and turned the engine on. "Let that be a surprise..." "So...you're pretty much kidnapping me,right?"

He chuckled and looked into the rear-view mirror. "It's better than the barrel of a gun against your head at least. And...you'll see,it won't be as bad as you think."

Was this really the life you were about to live? Probably. Was it safe? Probably not,but did you have any other choice? No. But...little did you know,it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

(Y'all,i'm sorry if it is bad...i really wanted something different but in the end idk...it doesn't seem good to me...i let you all be the judge)

#bts #bts scenarios #bts au #jimin au #bts jimin #park jimin #jimin #jimin x reader #bts hitman au #hitman au #bts imagines #bts scenario

[hoodoo12]

Man I'm loving these Dewey asks 🥺😳 do you think you could do one where his S/O writes him a song and sings it to him, and his reaction because he didn't know they could sing! It could be sfw or nsfw whatever floats your goat. Also have a nice night/day ily 🥺❤️

Thank you, anon! This is a cute ask and I’m happy to fill it. As the only songs lyrics I can personally write are filks, I took the liberty of making a minor creative change.  SFW, Dewey Finn/f!reader, fluff

Just Like Heaven

Usually Dewey was chomping at the bit to get into the bar. Tonight, when he read what was on the chalkboard outside, he put on the brakes. “Karaoke?!” he exclaimed in dismay. Dramatically, he wilted. “When did they start doing this shit? I was looking forward to drinking beer and listening to live music!” “Karaoke is live music?” you had the audacity to suggest. He gave you a withering stare. “I mean real live music, not some rando who thinks because he’s got a mike in his hand he’s the next Mick Jagger. Real live music with actual musicians playing actual instruments.”

You’d been dating Dewey Finn too long to be intimidated by his stare. In fact, you returned it with the same amount of distain right back at him. “I did not get dressed up to go out just for us to get back in the car and leave! Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think. Come on, I’m going in!”

Grumbling and with his hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans to show to the world how much he hated everything, he followed you in. 

The bar’s stage looked the same, minus all the standard equipment that would typically be in place. The lights were still bright; the speakers were still positioned on either side. New was a screen facing backwards for anyone who wanted to sing to read the scrolling words and a guy setting up electronics just in front of the stage. A small queue of people had formed to sign up.  A banner on the front of his set up read, “SonicBoom Entertainment!” Dewey groaned and rolled his eyes. You elbowed him. The two of you picked your way to a table near the wall. It took several minutes for a waitress to make her way over to you; it did seem to be more crowded tonight here than normal.

“Hey!” she greeted over the noise of the crowd. “Nice to see some regulars! The usual?” “Yes, and hurry,” Dewey replied. “Keep ‘em coming, I’m gonna need a lot of beer to get through tonight.” You caught the waitresses eyes and shook your head to silently apologize for your boyfriend’s rudeness. “Yeah, thanks, Stacy,” you replied. “Busy night!” “People like karaoke,” she shrugged. “Good for me. Looks like it’ll be lucrative.” “Good!” you agreed, and she left to get the two of you your drinks. 

Even as you both recounted your days and plans for the weekend, Dewey had two beers under his belt before the first person went up on stage. He grimaced as the guy began a rendition of Black Hole Sun and chugged the remainder of his third beer before the song was halfway finished. He waved at Stacy for another.

The next few people weren’t the worst, but not great either. Since you’d taken the seat facing the stage, you watched politely and even clapped a little when someone was better than average, but Dewey stared at the tabletop and winced dramatically when someone hit a note flat or had couldn’t find the beat. You could tell he was counting down the minutes to when he thought it was safe to suggest going home.

You reached across the table and squeezed his wrist. He looked up, hopefully, and you knew it was because  he thought maybe you were going to suggest getting the hell out of here. 

You only smiled sweetly and told him, “I’m going to powder my nose.”

At his obvious disappointment, you kissed him on the cheek as you walked past him. 

When you got back to the table, a fresh beer was waiting for you. He was halfway through another. “How many is that for you?” you asked suspiciously. “Still my fourth,” he answered. “But you finished mine? The one I had left here?” Sheepishly, he grinned and nodded. Smiling, you shook your head again at him and took his beer out of his hand to gulp down a swallow in retaliation. “Hey! I didn’t drink that much of yours! ” he protested with a laugh.

Just because you could, you drank another mouthful, then your name was called over the speaker. Dewey’s eyebrows furrowed. “What was that? Was that your name?” Giving him a bit of the same sheepish smile he’d just given you, you slid out of your seat again. “Yep! My turn!”

“Oh baby, no!” he whined.

“Hey! You’ve never heard me sing!” you shot back, which pulled him up short.

 That wasn’t a lie. Dewey was the musician. You barely ever sang even in the shower, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, baby!” he apologized. 

“It’s my turn on stage,” you replied and walked away. 

He called after you, “I meant the karaoke thing, not the singing thing!”

That made you feel a little better, honestly. You stopped by the DJ’s set up just to make sure he’d pulled up the right song, then stepped up onto the stage. You’d only ever been up here before or after one of Dewey’s gigs, and at those times it was crowded with equipment and other people. Standing on a brightly lit stage all alone with a microphone in your hand was a different experience altogether. You swallowed past the butterflies that seemed to want to fly up from your stomach into your throat and squinted out over the crowd.

Dewey had at least turned around now, to watch you. That made you smile. The first riffs of your chosen song blasted from the speakers, and you closed your eyes to get into the rhythm of it. Dewey was all about rock, and this was more gothy-punky-pop, but you knew he’d recognize it anyway, even if you changed some of the words from “she” to “he” and the like. 

Taking a breath, you sang, “Show me show me show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream he said--”

With only a few issues of missing notes or your voice cracking, you plowed your way through the song. You’d always liked that particular song, and you thought it actually fit yours and Dewey’s relationship pretty well. To a smattering of applause after you finished, you hopped down from the stage and made your way back to your table. The butterflies were still in your stomach, but they were settling down.

You did not have the range of Robert Smith and so sang the song in a much lower voice than the Cure’s front man did, but overall you thought you did okay. That’s probably what the other people who graced this stage tonight thought too, and you were sure that Dewey would let you know it.

Surprisingly, he was grinning from ear to ear. 

You grabbed his beer off the table and downed the remainder of it.

“My throat’s so dry! How do people sing more than one song?!” you complained before he could say anything. 

“You did great, baby!” he gushed, pulling you into his lap instead of letting you get back to your own seat. “I didn’t know you could sing! Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?”

Blushing harder now than when you’d been under the spotlight, you kissed him instead of answering. Instead, you asked him, “I think I’ve done enough damage here tonight. Wanna blow this joint?”

He grinned through your kiss and squeezed you. “Sure thing, baby! You wanna listen to more of the Cure on our way home? They have such a different sound, it was fun to hear it again, it’s been so long since I’ve heard that--”

During his babbling, Dewey caught the waitress’s eyes, held up a folded wad of cash so she could see it, and dropped it on the table. You helped him up and the two of you wound your way back to the door, and out into the crisp night air. Dewey didn’t stop talking--a sure sign he was tipsy-borderline-drunk--but you didn’t mind, because he was nothing but complimentary to you, despite his earlier distain for karaoke. 

Maybe someday you’d tell him that you were the one who’d suggested to the management of the bar to offer a karaoke night.

fin!

“Just Like Heaven” by The Cure

#writing #fanfiction #Dewey Finn #School of Rock #Dewey x reader

[londonfog-chan]

The Trans!Reader x Jonathan Joestar That No One Asked For But is Getting Anyway Because Fuck Convention: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

This one goes out to all my people who requested a Trans!Reader insert on my other blogs, I’m trying to test the waters with this one to make sure I’m doing it justice. No one should ever have to feel bad about themselves and I want this to be my love letter to all of my trans folks out there.

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At first, she didn’t recognize the young man standing alone on the hill. Maybe you’d been chased off by him, and she worried when she saw your box in his hand. Heartbroken, thinking that your treasure had been commandeered by a brute. But the wind betrayed the boy, billowing locks of hair and instantly she broke out into a run, the turquoise fabric of her dress flaring out behind her as she hitched up her skirts, her blonde hair trailing behind her like a cape.

“I am here!” she called your name, and when the young man turned she saw the friend she’d known since infancy.

“Oh my!” the lightest dusting of pink tinges her cheeks as she skids to a halt directly in front of you. “You look… Dashing! Such fanciful clothes.”

“I had to make an impression darling.” You reply, smiling shyly and holding a hat box closely to your chest. “My brother won’t miss the trousers nor the blouse, but the shoes… They’re far too big for me. And… And I’m unsure how to tie the cravat...”

“Don’t fret, I can fix it for you! Look, I’ve even brought some things for you to pin up your hair. We’ll have you all primped in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

Like a mother, Erina Pendleton takes you between her knees on the grassy knoll. Armed with a brush and a coil of ribbon, she pulled and twisted your snarled tangles up and away from your face. You obediently pulled a man’s cap out of the hatbox and over your head as Erina finished with your hair and took your shoes off, pulling stockings from her basket and stuffing your shoes until they fit snugly when she tied the laces.

“Oh…” she smiles when she’s done, and for some reason it makes your heart tingle the slightest bit.

“What do you think?” you ask.

“I think… I think you’re positively handsome, and you seem to be less tightly wound. Especially around the eyes.”

You’re unsure of how you look, so you can’t say for certain that you feel the clothes have done anything to make you less of a wreck emotionally. Raising your arms over your head, you look at your shoes, the cravat Erina showed you how to tie around your neck, the tweed trousers. Everything is in muted colors, not a stitch of brightness to be seen save for the handkerchief peeping from your breast pocket. When you stole the clothes from the discarded trunk your brother left behind before he went to India, you felt exhilarated, frightened at the prospect of getting caught and possibly taking a switch for your boldness. Yet when your mother caught you taking them, she merely laughed and told you they wouldn't fit your brother even if you decided to fix them up, but if you wanted some play clothes they were more than adequate to serve that purpose. You decidedly felt deflated, a bit hurt she didn't really do anything and dismissed you as though you were an eccentric child playing at a game instead of a young man trying to come into his own. But you do feel something now that Erina has fixed you up… almost airy. And she is right, you don’t feel the strain around your eyes anymore. After a while however, you begin to squirm, indeed feeling something but not the freedom nor the personal acceptance you've been trying to achieve.

“My trousers chafe me so!” you complained. “Have they not managed to figure out a finer weave of fabric for the warmer months?!”

“Stop scratching! You’re being so vulgar!" Erina whines, but it does nothing to deter you from reaching into the band of your pants and scratching violently everywhere.

"Damn and blast!"

"Sophisticated gentlemen don't reach into their drawers and scratch in front of a lady!" she scolds, "You said you want to unleash the gentleman inside you, what would he say to this display?”

“Well right now the gentleman inside me wants me to tend to the war raging on my buttocks!”

Erina cries your name, begging you to stop scratching your rear end with a ferocity that nearly makes you roar in frustration. It does take quite a long time for you to relent, damning the conventions of polite society all the way and using rough language that the poor girl has unfortunately become accustomed to. For a while you complain some more about the clothes, the societal expectation to be covered at all times, the fact that neither gender is truly free of their own volition, and the revolution you wish to start for a society that is nothing short of anarchy.

"Everyone will be allowed to run stark naked if they wish to, or to be draped in silks and I'll make all these pompous aristocrats provide every necessity. I grow weary of hearing the necessities of decorum every five minutes when I simply wish to fulfill a human need!"

“Now, now…” Erina coos gently, brushing blades of grass from your trousers. “Look here, you’ve unsightly grass stains.

"If I must return to my flouncing hell I'll take care of it later." you told her. "Grass stains speak to a boy that craves adventure. An Odysseus!"

"I'm sure it does." she giggles. "But all this talk of treasure, we still haven’t taken care of the most important part.”

“… I’d nearly forgotten about that. Let me get her for you…”

You finally relinquish the tight hold you’ve been keeping on your hat box, slowly opening the lid and reaching in with both hands. Cradling your treasure as though it’s a child, you rock your precious doll back and forth, smoothing the cascading brown curls down and fixing her skirts. It takes a while for you to let go. You don’t want to let the poor thing go. She is far beyond a play thing, she was your bearer of the most heartfelt confessions and tears, the first to know of your beginning metamorphosis back when you feared Erina would call you horrific names if you told her your most guarded secret.

Now, when you look up at Erina, you know you’ve made the right decision to trust her. She scoots closer to you as you tremble, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and not once making a move to steal the doll from your grasp. In fact, she doesn’t presume to take it until you offer it to her, and then she treats it as though she is receiving a holy relic.

“Please…” you beseech your best friend, “Give her a good home, with plenty of love and affection. She likes to sleep beside your pillow in her box, and her favorite holiday is Easter, her favorite food is spice cake…”

“You can trust me, my dearest friend. I promise to take very good care of Aphrodite for you.”

Slender fingers reached forward to stroke your cheek, clearing away the tears that have fallen for the poor doll you relinquished. As she cleans your face, she tells you the doll will never leave her sight, fully prepared to cater to her every whim as though she's a princess and not made of wax. Yet Erina is right. You mustn’t cry. It’s only for a little while that Erina will have her, until you’re grown up and have a house of your own to keep your possessions. Unsure of your parent's reaction when you finally decide that they need to know they've lost a daughter and obtained a son, you told Erina it's better to keep Aphrodite away lest she is destroyed. You promised your dolly she'd be safer with Erina those nights you cuddled her, seeking reassurance from the persecution you knew you’d face from the rest of the world.

“When I’m a grown man, I’ll be a renowned physician.” You asserted aloud. “I’ll have a big house, millions of books, my piano, and I’ll play Aphrodite’s favorite songs for her every single day. If I am not accepted, then that will be fine. No family will be permitted to enter my abode except for you, my dearest Erina. We will have twenty dogs apiece, and I shall give them only the strongest names from Greco Roman literature.”

“Twenty apiece?!” Erina exclaimed. “Don’t you think that’s a mite excessive?”

“Not at all, in fact I think that’s hardly a proper minimum requirement for a house.”

All this talk of dogs and estates with room for a man and his doll makes you excited, and you cannot help but take your borrowed handkerchief from your pocket to wipe your face. The wind evidently shared your sentiments, as the minute you loosened your grip the scrap of fabric floated away on a gust that made you clutch your hat for fear of losing it.

“Oh no!” Erina whimpered. “I hand embroidered that handkerchief!”

“A thousand pardons darling! I’ll fetch it back!” you cried, and you’re up and running before she can stop you.

As you chased the scrap of fabric, you couldn’t help but feel elated. There was no tug at your waist that made your insides hurt and your breathing shallow, no skirts to trip you and confine you to a chair where you practiced the same stitch over and over until your fingers felt they would break. None of the insecurity and strangeness at inhabiting a body that did not feel like it belonged to you. You only felt the wind at your face, the hard earth below your brother’s shoes as you ran… No longer did you feel trapped, like a lion pacing a tiny cage in the circus.

You felt elated at last. As though finally, after all this time, you were living your truth.

It was Erina’s screams that finally snapped you from your euphoria. Pocketing the runaway handkerchief, you began your course back to the grassy knoll where you left her, fearing the worst when you heard her crying out “please! Please put her down!” Your heart sank. Not only was your dearest friend being assaulted, but her tormentor evidently had commandeered Aphrodite because there was only one other “her” that Erina could be referring to. She never referred to you in the old way anymore, not since your confession.

You made it just in time to see a young man being beaten to the ground, two other snot nosed brats, had commandeered Aphrodite and you heard talk of them going to lift up her skirts to see if she'd been made with all the right parts…

And the last thing you remembered was seeing red, absolutely seething with rage as you put a shoe up the ass of one of the boys and nearly launched Aphrodite into Erina’s arms. All the frustration, all the anger you felt your entire life of living a life that wasn’t yours, it came out in the form of an unchecked feral response that made the boys cry out for mercy as they left you, Erina, and the downtrodden young man alone. By the time you'd let them go, they could only hobble off pathetically. In your rage you vaguely recalled screaming to them that perhaps you'd check if they'd been given all the right parts, one of the boys had taken your brother's shoe to the groin and was being dragged along by his companion. Your face was dripping with sweat and tears, and your hands were sore and bloody. The blonde didn’t know who to comfort first, but when your eyes befell on the strapping young lad she too went to his aid.

“Don’t touch me!” he whined. “I didn’t do it for you, you know! A gentleman should always stand for a damsel in distress!”

“… then I suppose a thank you is in order for me?”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Even you're shocked at the personality you've assumed in your new clothes. With little effort your voice has become commanding, a general's voice that is full of conviction. Your stance is confident, centered, alone in your room you often perused illustrations in books of the matadores from Spain and admired the way they carried themselves in the charcoal drawings. Compared to the uptight men of this era, you swore to yourself you'd reject the stiffness of aristocracy and instead would carry yourself as unyielding as a man facing a bull. The young man looks up at you, crimson with rage, shaking and nose streaming carmine down his face. He and Erina have the same bewildered and intimidated expression, and he flinches but does not lash out when you heave him to his feet. He finally bolts from the clearing, insulting you as though you’re the one that beat him to a pulp, and for quite some time you and Erina stare after his retreating form.

"You brute!" he whimpers as he runs away.

“Who in the blue hell…” you begin, and you see Erina approaching with an unfamiliar handkerchief in hand to wrap your bloody knuckles.

Through the blood, the two of you manage to read the words “Jonathan Joestar”, looking back at the expanse of land where the boy had run off to even more confused and left with far more questions than answers.

But one thing is certain and you loathe it to be the first thought you have in your emergence into boyhood: this Jonathan Joestar fellow is the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life.

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