#not linking to playlists just so this post maybe will show in the tags

[kaitsawamura]

-> somebody come get her (she's dancing like a stripper)

-> SUMMARY

You have bills to pay. That's the only thing on your mind when you go in for your shift at the strip club. The only thing on your mind until you see Daichi.

Daichi doesn't expect to find you, the girl of his dreams, at the strip club. In fact, he's 99% certain he shouldn't be here. But now he can't stop thinking of all the things he'd let you do to him.

Will your mutual attraction pay off for the both of you?

-> STATS

Pairing: Daichi Sawamura x Stripper!Reader (get that bread!)

Rating: M for Mature, MDNI

Warnings: My take on a corruption kink except Daichi's the one getting corrupted

Tags: Corruption, strangers to lovers, smut I tell you, filthy filthy smut with my husband, strip club au, oral (m receiving), p in v, creampie, a bit of choking (like a tiny bit), hair pulling, nasty nasty f*cking with my husband, sex in public (sorta, it's in a public restroom), a little dominant confident Reader (if I missed anything y'all can let me know in the DM's)

Word Count: 6.3K

Author's Note: I knew the moment I saw Mint's post . : HERE : . that I had to write something about it. They obligingly gave me the go ahead to be inspired so off I went a-writing. Obviously, this might be considered mild corruption by some but to me? This was like I went into a blackout and woke up not knowing what year it was. So, here you go, enjoy some nasty filthy smut with my love!

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Moodboard

“Rent’s due on Monday,” your roommate reminds you, concern masked with sympathy clear on her face. She’s not trying to be mean or overbearing but damn it, the stress of the situation makes you want to snark back. But you don’t.

“Do you have your half?” She nods. You nod back decisively. “I’m working tonight. Fridays are good days to work. It’s my first one without shadowing anyone. I’ll have the rest of my half in tips, don’t worry.” Her face brightens as she pours herself a glass of orange juice, sunlight streaming in the kitchen window of the tiny two-bedroom apartment you share with her.

“Thank god. The landlord’s being an ass again. We’ve been late one time. I have half a mind to give him a list of all the things wrong in this shithole instead of the check.” You roll your eyes conspiratorially but in reality, you don’t know if you’ll make your half in tips or not. Maybe your boss will give you an advance. You’ll talk to him tonight. He was surprisingly reasonable so the odds were at least in your favor.

Either way, you’ll get the money. You just hope you’ll be able to put the nervous energy thrumming through your veins to good use.

Daichi Sawamura should not have come here tonight. The guys in the office had convinced him, said there was a new pretty girl who was exactly his type. But this place was not the sort he was used to coming to. It wasn’t that this establishment was a bad one or that he had any problem with it; people had to make money how they could. Empowerment and autonomy and all that. It was more that he felt a little inadequate if he was being completely honest with himself. He wouldn’t know what to do with someone from here. He was used to good girls, the ones who had a routine and didn’t like anything too kinky. Which was also fine. But there were things he wanted to try, had a suspicion he would like that he just couldn’t ask of anyone he’d been with. He scrubbed a hand over his face, realizing the conversation he was having completely in his head was stressing him out.

“Dai, bro, just relax. She’s pretty. You better tip her good but you don’t have to talk to anyone but me and the bartender if you don’t want to. Just enjoy the show.” Kuroo smirks at his friend; it has been a long week. It’s not like he doesn’t deserve to wind down. Part of him just wishes he was doing it in the comfort of his home, with his favorite ramen from around the corner and a good movie. But who knows, maybe he’s getting complacent.

So he sits in the seat Kuroo has pulled out for him, a front-row spot directly in the middle of the runway. Right in front of the center pole. The seats are comfortable and he’s got a whiskey neat in his hands. He can feel a little of the stress release from the muscles in his traps, can feel his jaw unclench just in the slightest as the first warm sip of whiskey flows down his throat.

This is fine, he reassures himself, pushing work from his brain. Kuroo takes a sip from his own drink, a fruity one that he insists is the most delicious ever but is just a little too sweet for Daichi. The place is in a lull right now, preparing for the next act. But soon there’s a growing murmur from the back. Someone whistles, and a few others catcall. Daichi bristles just a bit, but he can’t even see anything until you hit the steps and it’s then that Kuroo elbows him.

“That’s her,” he says, raising his voice so Daichi can hear over the now thrumming bass. He feels it in his toes, in his chest, in his head. But your steps, the bounce of your tits in a skimpy bright blue bikini top, he feels in his dick. It barely covers anything, just like the matching bottoms. Cute little bows keep them on your hips and your heels are a deep black. As you get closer, your walk slow and sensuous, he can see the peep toe and your fresh French manicure poking through. He tries to adjust his navy suit pants with little success. He’s in so much fucking trouble.

You strut up the steps, the blinking LED strips embedded into the floor blinking in rhythm with the bass and the rhythm of your hips. You put a little bit of extra attitude into the sway tonight, praying to any higher power that will listen that tonight will be a good one for tips, even though it’s your first show without any supporting performers. Part of you gets it; you’re new. The owner has to make sure you know how to use those doe eyes and amazing tits properly. The other part of you, the one that knows you’re hot and knows exactly what you’re doing, wanted to smirk a little when your boss had said you wouldn’t get a Friday on your own until you’d completed two weeks of bartending and shadowing.

Your hard work has paid off though, and when you take your place at the center of the runway, you know you have your audience hooked even before dancing. There’s one guy in particular, right below you. He got arguably the best seat in the house along with his friend. You’ve seen the friend before, all confidence, slicked-back black hair, and a steamy attractive smile. Your coworkers say he’s pretty regular and always tips well. Thank god. The one next to him though, you don’t know anything about him except for the fact that the five stages of something flow across his face as you make eye contact with him. The low lighting does nothing to hide the blush flushing from the open neck of his crisp white button up to his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He’s got a wad of cash already set casually on the bar top in front of him.

You smile, bright and unguarded, knowing. You’ll have the rest of Monday’s rent if he’s an indication of the rest of the customers that will be coming in tonight. He turns away, uncomfortable. Aw, how sweet. So unlike some of the slimy patrons you’re used to. Something you don’t like trips low in your belly. The biggest rule was no sex with any of the customers. It was in place for a reason and a majority of the time was a good one. You remind yourself of it as the song for your first dance starts playing over the speakers.

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin’? Two shots, fuck it

You take a deep breath, hands on the shiny silver pole, and wrap one leg around it. The metal is cold to the touch but something else has goosebumps crawling up your bare skin. When you spin, turning in the new guy’s direction, your suspicions are confirmed that the feeling is not the rest of the eyes on you but his. And his are suddenly, somehow, the only eyes you want to perform for. So you do.

Daichi can feel Kuroo snap to attention next to him; he can’t blame him. You’re stunning and you know it. You look like maybe you shouldn’t know how to do this so well, but none of that matters as all coherent thoughts leave Daichi’s head when you spin and drop, rolling your hips so your ass faces him. You turn and look at him as you rise slowly, a deliciously naughty smile still all over that pretty little mouth. He rushes to take a sip of his drink, drums his fingers on the bartop, runs them through his hair, anything to occupy his hands. Because he knows the only place they really should be is all over you. Oh, the things he would let you do to him. He’d do anything for you. He takes another gulp of whiskey, disappointed when he drains the heavy glass.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. He knew you were making eye contact with him but when you get on all fours and crawl to him like some lethal jungle cat, the end of the song nearing, he knows he’s in for it. And he’s okay with that. Any doubts he had, about being here at least, have vanished completely. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but he leans forward to meet you where you are at the edge of the stage. The crowd is roaring around him, the cheers only growing louder at the chemistry shooting like electricity through the air between the two of you. They’re jealous cheers he thinks, although he’s sure as hell not looking away long enough to check anyone’s expressions to confirm.

“Got anything good for me, pretty boy?” Your voice is pitched low as you blink big eyes at him, a smirk playing on your lips. Because, goddammit, he is pretty. Prettier than any other patrons you’d ever catered to. You would not mind if he came to be one of your regulars, regardless of any funds that might be exchanged. You would not mind if he came regularly—in your cunt, on your ass, on your tongue… A girl could take her pick with a man like him. Thick dark hair, glittering brown eyes, full lips. A barrel chest and wide shoulders to boot. No sex with the customers, no sex with the customers, no sex with the customers…

You watch, heat pooling low in your belly, as he unbinds the cash you had noticed earlier. You can’t quite figure him out. Because he’s making eye contact with you as he spreads the folded bills, licks his thumb, and pulls out two crisp Benjamins but there is a nervous tremor in his large hands as he passes the bills to you. Your eyes widen, the act dropping momentarily before you catch yourself and push out your bottom lip in a pout.

“Hm, a girl should get a little more than that for such a good performance, don’t you think?” You are completely used to this, the schpeel. You’ve done it thousands of times at the last place you worked and hundreds more at this club. It’s part of the persona within these walls. Mystery man is apparently not used to acting this way. You can see the war within him as you take the bills and he leans back, trying to be casual but every line of him is taught like a rubber band about to break.

“You here all night?” Don’t give anyone your schedule. If they like you enough, they’ll figure it out on their own by being a regular paying customer. You nod, liking this new game. Toeing around something you would normally consider dangerous, if only for all the variables far out of your control. But that makes it all the more fun, especially when he clicks his tongue behind his teeth and replies “Good, then so am I. I have more where that came from. Do you?”

Kuroo is watching the interaction with a gaping mouth. Daichi doesn’t have a clue where this new side of him is coming from. Except. Except he does. And it feels damn good. Despite being sure it is glaringly obvious that he is leaping so far out of his comfort zone, you seem to be very receptive. He shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of staying all night. He could use some sleep. But he could also use that mouth around his cock. You probably have rules, rules that should be followed, for your safety. Daichi knows he’s safe, but you don’t. He most definitely should not ask for your number or give you his or ask what time you’re off. You shouldn’t answer him.

But you do, nodding earnestly when he asks if you’ll be here all night. He has no choice. There’s something about you that he can’t shake off. The extra cash is of no consequence to him, and maybe, just maybe… No, he won’t let that thought go further. He won’t imagine how you’d look on your knees, or bouncing on his cock. He won’t imagine you writhing beneath him or securing him to his headboard with those cuffs he’d bought but never gotten to use. He won’t imagine you breathily calling him pretty boy again even though, fuck, he wishes you would so, so bad.

“What’s your name,” you ask before you can stop yourself, before you rise to your feet. The rules here are good ones, meant to keep both the patrons and performers safe.  You’d worked at other establishments before that didn’t care so much about safety so much as they cared about money.  Your radar has never been off in the past and maybe that shouldn’t be enough for you but everything about Mystery Man makes you want to break every rule ever set before you.  There’s something about him that makes you want to risk it all.  You want to hear him whimper and you’d place bets that you could get him to do it in record time.  Even now, his breathing is shallow and he seems unable to answer you.  His friend leans over, elbowing him into action.

“His name’s Daichi.  And mine’s Kuroo.  Ya know, in case you wanted to know.”  His smile is genuine, not creepy at all.  You return the grin as you stand before turning back to Daichi.  He straightens a little, snapped back to reality by his friend.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say to Kuroo.  He is attractive, just not who you have your eyes set on.  But it’s good information to pass along to your coworkers.  Judging by his tailored suit that fits just as good as Daichi’s, you’d wager his job pays like his friend’s.  The music swells again, the DJ cueing to your next song.  “Kuroo, make sure your friend doesn’t go anywhere.  Tonight’s for him.”  Kuroo scoffs in friendly disbelief at Daichi’s luck.

“I’m hauling you to the club more often,” he says to Daichi, who flashes a quick small smile.  Oh god, that smile could bring anyone you know to their knees.  It could certainly do it to you.  That smile alone could get you to do anything Daichi would ask.  You point at Kuroo as you take your place at the center pole again.

“I’m holding you to that, Kuroo.”  You brace your hands one over the other on the pole, and shake your ass for all it’s worth.

Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, little waist.

Daichi’s going to have a stroke, he just knows it.  He can feel the veins in his forehead and neck bulging.  The blood has flowed elsewhere too.  His cock is so hard it feels painful.  There are several different ways he could get relief, most of which he should not be considering seeking in a public area.  But it’s unbearable and there’s no way he’s going to let himself come in front of all these other people.  He waits for the end of your current number and then he’s standing so fast his chair screeches out behind him; a couple of people look his way but for the most part, you’ve got everyone’s attention.  Kuroo glances sideways at his friend; he doesn’t say anything, just smirks as Daichi tosses another hundred on the bar top, telling Kuroo to give it to you before rushing to the bathroom.

He makes his way down the hall and notices there are several doors marked RESTROOM in bold capital letters.  Thank god there are single-person stalls.  He stumbles into one, shutting the door and locking it with shaking hands.  The music is still audible, even here; it seems to have dropped to a low steady hum.  Intermission.  Perfect.  Daichi turns to the sink and splashes cold water on his face, one last attempt to snap himself out of this fucking trance.  Because that’s what this has to be.  He’s getting all hot and bothered over someone who he doesn’t even know.  And god, he wants to think that you like him but he knows he’s tipping good and he’s not one of those creeps that can’t recognize it’s your fucking job.

The image in the mirror is one that almost shocks him; his eyes are glazed, and his hair’s a mess.  Just once, he just needs to come once and then he can stay here until the end of the night like he said he would.  He’ll tip you like a good customer would.  Then he’ll leave and he’ll never come back.  Because this?  This is Daichi out of control and he’s not sure that’s a good thing.  Maybe he should go back to making love to nice girls in his king-sized bed.  Yes, that’s what he’ll do.  He’ll leave here and he won’t come back and he’ll never think of you again.

Daichi unbuckles his belt, the metal of the buckle clanking as he yanks his zipper down.  He lets out a pained breath, his cock straining against his underwear.  He slips his hand into the elastic band, taking it into his hand and bringing it out into the air.  He backs up to the wall, the cool air offering little comfort for the engorged head, and closes his fist around himself.  A breath comes fast and heavy out of his mouth as he starts jacking himself off slowly, trying to make the moment last.

You watch as Daichi stands abruptly, so quickly and sharply that he almost topples his chair over.  You watch as he tosses another bill on the bar top, leaning in to say something to Kuroo.  You watch as he throws one last glance your way before beelining to the bathrooms.  Idiot.  Absolute idiot is what you are because you’re making your way off the runway, ignoring the audience as a low boo goes through the crowd.  Your boss catches your eye from the end of the bar and waves you over.

“What the hell is going on?”  It’s not said unkindly but more with an air of annoyance.  This is your first Friday night on your own and you might be blowing it.  But you don’t care.  You put on a fake wince and point at your head, trying to look as contrite and imploring as possible.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s my first Friday and I’m so grateful.  But I’ve really gotta pee and I’ve got this horrible headache starting.  Can I take ten?  Just ten minutes, enough time for an ibuprofen to set in while I go to the bathroom, and then I’ll be back out.  Please.”  You put those big eyes back to use, blinking slow and tilting your head slightly like you’re trying to relieve the pain of your fake headache.  Your boss squints his eyes but doesn’t protest as he pulls a bottle of Advil from behind the bar.  He hands you a couple with a glass of water.

“Ten minutes.  Go to the bathroom.  Take a breather.  Then get your ass back out there.  I’ve seen the business you’re encouraging after two sets.  You’ll be back up there as one of my main performers if you keep up the good work.”  You smile as you throw the pills back with the water and hurry in the direction of the restroom, pulling on one of the extra robes from the bar.  Now to find Daichi.

A couple is making out in the hallway; you brush past them and knock quietly on the first door.  A voice answers quickly that the stall is occupied but it’s not Daichi’s voice.  You knock on two more doors before getting to the last one.  You suppose he could have gone into the multi-stall restroom but you’d seen the look on his face when he’d stood and you’d bet all the cash he’d given you so far that he wasn’t coming back here to take a piss.  You rap your knuckles on the last single-person stall.  You’re rewarded with his voice coming from the other side.

“There’s someone-ha-there’s someone in here!”  He can barely get the words out; you know what’s going on in that stall and you want to help.  You rub your thighs together, realizing you’re already getting wet.

“Daichi, it’s me.”  This is stupid.  Maybe he doesn’t even like you that much.  Maybe you’re just some stripper at a strip club.  There’s a heavy silence now, almost solid enough that you could cut it with a knife.  Another pause and you’re getting ready to leave, cursing your confidence for all that it’s getting you, but then you hear the click of the door unlocking.  He opens it but only just so.  Still, it’s an invitation and one you are eager to accept.  You open the door just wide enough to slip through to shield yourself from any potential wandering eyes in the hall.  The scene inside the stall nearly wrecks you.

Daichi has backed up against the wall, as far away from you as humanly possible.  It’s so obvious that he’s been jacking himself off. His hair is messy, his eyes wild like he was already on the brink. He’s desperately trying to cover his cock with his hands and even though they’re large, they can’t cover it completely. You meet his gaze, which he tries to avoid, his eyes fluttering left then right with shame, before finally settling on you. Something trips across your skin.

“Babe, let me help you with that,” you whisper as you direct your line of sight to his cock. It twitches as you move closer, slowly, as if you’re approaching a cornered animal. Daichi groans a little when you reach him, one hand steadying on his shoulder and the other reaching up to touch his face.

“This is—this is not what it looks like, I swear. I promise I’m not some creep, I just—” You put a single finger softly to his lips, making sure he’s got his eyes on you. They widen just a bit. In the brighter light of the bathroom, you can see how rich the color of his irises are, golden brown like sunlight streaming through an autumn wood, or espresso, or something corny like that. Fuck the rules.

“Daichi, can I kiss you?” The question is out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. His mouth drops open but his eyes rove from yours down to your lips, then your covered chest, and back up. Finally, he nods so you guide his face down to yours and kiss him. His lips are soft and warm and pliable. He makes a little sound in the back of his throat, so unlike the image he’d put out walking in this place with his fine, tailored suit and stack of cash. Your hand slips from his shoulder and moves down the ridge of his pectoral, then lower still to the hard planes of his stomach. You trail your fingers over the now wrinkled fabric, close to his undone belt and open pants. His cock jumps against your abdomen past his hands and he gasps. “Is this okay?” You ask the question, certain that Daichi just needs the chance to give in. He nods again so you smooth your hand lower until it wraps around his cock.

Daichi’s head thunks against the wall of the bathroom as another sharp breath explodes from his open mouth. “Oh, fuck,” he growls quietly. You move your hand experimentally, softly, swiping your thumb across the head, gathering the bit of precome at the tip and smearing it about. You can’t decide what you want to look at more: the red bleeding over Daichi’s skin from the neck up, his heaving chest, or how his cock looks in your hands. He’s so… responsive. Each turn of your wrist has him shuddering beneath you. More. You need more. You want to see him beg. And part of you also realizes that he needs this too. You drop to your knees and his eyes snap back open as he watches you. “What’re you doing?”

“Only what you want me to do, Daichi. Unless you don’t want me to?” You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s shaking his head. He wraps his hand around yours, enveloping it, and moves it once, twice, over himself. A thought occurs to you, one you’re denying even as you ask him “Daichi, have you ever come down anyone’s throat?” The answer is obvious but you still feel incredulous as he tells you no. The veins in his hands are bulging and he’s still, like the calm before the storm. You lean in, maintaining eye contact, as you blow a breath over his cock. “Do you want to?”

It’s like you flipped a switch. Daichi, slowly now so you have time to pull away if you want to, curls his fingers in your hair, stroking them along your scalp. “Yes, please.” He whispers it, certain this is a dream. This has to be a fucking dream. He’s had a blow job before but never has he ever asked to come in someone’s mouth. He’s a clean guy but he’s not clueless; he just assumed most people thought it was gross and never had a problem with the fact that no one wanted to do that. At least not anyone he had been with. But, oh, he’d thought about it, lots of times. Most of those times in one night.

His pupils are blown wide as you lick your lips and take just the tip, swirling your tongue over the head. His skin is smooth, molten hot. The way your eyes never leave his is something else entirely and when you hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat to take all of him, he thinks he might die. He’s trying to maintain some semblance of control but it is already dwindling to nothing. There’s a coil building in his abdomen. Not yet he thinks viciously. Not yet. You take a few more pulls before releasing him with a pop. Frantic, he feels frantic. Maybe you decided you didn’t want to do this and he’d have to be okay with that, he couldn’t blame you but god damn—

“Daichi, eyes on me.” The man’s Adam’s apple bobs as he locks in on you again. “Let go, babe. Show me how you want it. Pull my hair. Set the pace. And when you’re gonna come, you come down my throat. Nowhere else, you got it? I’ve got five more minutes. Think we can get you there, pretty boy?” He nearly blacks out when you say those words he needed to hear again. Oh, yes, yes he’s sure you can. His eyes search yours once more before fisting his hand in your hair, tightening experimentally. You smile around his cock, deep-throating him once more, but waiting expectantly. He’s not going to come back from this. You’ve ruined anyone else for him. And he’s accepted his fate.

The moment he lets go, the moment he breaks down whatever wall is holding him in place, you can sense it. You place your hands on his thighs as he pulls you nearly all the way off before shoving you back down. Your eyes water just a bit but you feel the slick gather between your thighs. Yes, the girl inside of you that wants to see him to the end hisses. He sets the pace, a strong and quick one, but somehow still gentle. If you said you needed to stop now, you somehow know he’d do so immediately. He twists a little more, angling your head just how he wants it. You set your teeth down ever so lightly just to see….

Daichi whimpers and gasps, the sound nearly a sob on his lips. You swirl your tongue again and suck. “Ha—shit. Just. Just like that,” he grits out as he grips tighter. It hurts a little, your hair and your knees, but the pain swirls with the pleasure in a delicious slide of skin against skin. Your nails dig into his thighs again before he takes one of your hands and closes it around the base of his cock. You grip, working your wrist along with your mouth. He bucks against you, a jerky movement. “I’m close, fuckfuckfuck I’m close. I’m gonna come.” His voice lies somewhere between a bark and a whine. He can’t decide if he wants you closer, or farther, to stop or keep going. His brain is short-circuiting. He tries to pull back just a little bit, but you won’t let him in the best way possible.

You quirk your wrist and tilt your head in just a certain way… Daichi cries out, long and broken, as he curls in over you, his orgasm washing over him in waves so intense his vision goes black. His entire body shudders with his release, his form towering over you as he spurts ropes of come all the way down your throat. You milk him for all he’s worth. Not a single drop is getting away from you, no way in hell. Next time, you want him to come in your pussy. Next time? God, you want there to be a next time. He’s still leaning over you when his breathing slows and steadies; his hands are bracing themselves on your back rubbing soothing circles there with his thumbs. He helps you to your legs and steadies you for a moment.

The silence stretches on as you look at each other, both a little shocked at what just conspired. Daichi slowly puts himself back into his pants and you help him buckle his belt. You’re both on the verge of saying something either extremely brave or extremely stupid with each moment that passes. You’re about to make the first move again when he reaches up and takes your jaw in his hand, running a thumb along the corner of your mouth to gently push the last of his spend into your mouth. You lean into the touch and welcome his finger, sucking it clean just like his dick. He thinks he might be in love with you.

A breathless giggle comes out of you as you back away just a fraction, trying to give yourself space from the startling sensation fluttering in your stomach like butterflies. Your boss is gonna kick your ass if you don’t get back out on the floor. “I would invite you to my place to continue this after I’m off but it’s a little crowded and the walls are thin,” you say, hoping against hope that he wants more just as much as you do. There’s no room for doubt when he leans in and kisses you, deep and slow, tasting himself in your mouth.

“That’s no problem, princess. If you’re still feeling this when you’re off, I’ve got a penthouse all to myself.” Oh, there it is—the swagger you expected him to have. Your eyes glitter as you smooth out your hair, knowing it still looks good enough to perform. If anything, the smell of sex and the appearance of your swollen lips will get you better money, as long as your boss doesn’t catch on. You don’t think he will. “I’ll find you at the end of the night.” You nod, suddenly the bashful one.

Somehow, everything that just transpired did so all in your ten-minute break. In fact, you have one minute to spare as you strut back to the runway, giving your boss a wink and blowing a kiss to the stupefied audience.

“Harder, Daichi, harder.” You can barely get the words out as he thrusts inside of your aching cunt. Your face is pushed into the pillows on Daichi’s king-sized bed, your ass in the air. The sound of skin slapping on skin in the quiet of his room is pornographic but you can’t waste any thoughts on being even remotely embarrassed. Tears stream down your face as he continually hits that spot inside of you that you’ve only been able to hit with a dildo and even then it never came close to this. Daichi’s a machine, the way he keeps going. After you sucked him off and he came so quickly earlier in the night, he was determined to make this one last longer. One of his hands is gripping tightly into the plush of where your hip meets your ass cheek, the other is splayed over your back, even now caressing the skin, alighting it with goosebumps. “Oh, fuuuuuck,” you whine as that same hand snakes around to your neck to pull you up.

His fingers and palm ghost over the skin as he thrusts up into you and it’s all you can do to hold to his thighs for dear life, your nails digging in so hard you’ll know they’ll leave a mark. “Are you close, princess?” He whispers it labored into your ear, his breath hot, his mouth even hotter as he leans in to nip at your pulse point from behind. You nod frantically, almost unable to answer. “Can I come inside, baby? Will you let me? Will you let me be a good boy for you?” His hand moves from your throat to your clit, stroking one slow circle over the oversensitive nub. Thank god for birth control.

“Yes, Daichi, yes, come in my pussy. Oh, god, yes be a good boy for me.” You squeal as he thrusts hard, once, twice, swiping his fingers over your clit again in a more concentrated pattern and you feel your first orgasm of the night sweep over you as Daichi finds his own release with a mangled, animalistic groan.  You think he’s done, especially when he pulls out leaving you feeling way too empty.  But you’re wrong, so, so wrong.  He proceeds to flip you over and push back in, a ring of white forming around where he’s begun thrusting inside of you again.  

“I thought about this all fucking night.”  He surges up over you, grabbing your wrists and pulling them above you.  “I thought about that pretty little cunt around my cock.  I thought about how pretty you’d look laying in my bed.”  One thrust, slow and teasing.  You roll your hips up to meet him, even though your thighs are weak and shaking.  “I’ve never–I’ve never fucked anyone like this before, it’s,” he leans in to suck on your pulse again, runs his tongue over the salty skin there, “magical.”  You whimper beneath him when you feel the familiar coil tightening once more in your belly.  

“Do you think I can make you come again, Daichi?  Can you come for me one more time?”  He groans, sealing his lips over yours as he releases your hands so that can pull him closer into you.  You scrape your nails from the nape of his neck into his hair, and grip, breathless, as his rhythm becomes choppy again.  God, you don’t know how he’s still going.  The two of you are so frenzied, the blood in your veins hotter than a blue flame.  “Look at me when you come, baby, look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hands to his cheeks.  His eyes are glazed, his face strained but still beautiful.  “I’m going to touch myself now, okay?”  His mouth pops open again as he nods, before watching as you wrap one arm around his shoulder and bring your other hand to your clit.  You swipe around his cock, collecting some of the mess you’ve both made there.  You know how to pleasure yourself and with Daichi’s expert stroke, it doesn’t take long before it snaps over you, the walls of your pussy squeezing around him forcing spend from him one more time.  It’s not as explosive as the first time but still enough that you can feel the wet leaking out onto his sheets.  “So good for me, Daichi, look how good you are for me,” you chant as you wring the last of the pleasure from each other.

When it’s over, he stills, pulling out of you and collapsing onto the bed beside you.  There’s a sheen of sweat covering you both.  The cool early morning air coming in Daichi’s open window creates the perfect juxtaposition of sensations.  He reaches over to trace patterns into your palm.  “Can I hold you?”  The question is so sweet, it makes you huff out a laugh.  The man just blew your back out and he asks if he can hold you.  But you are more than willing to oblige him so you roll into his open arm and lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.  You wait a moment before looking up at him, relishing the feeling of his fingers now tracing patterns into your arm and shoulder.

“Didn’t you mention something about handcuffs earlier?”  He looks down at you jerkily, a sheepish grin on his face.  You smile mischievously.  You’re going to ruin him.  He’s going to let you.  And he’s going to love it.

“Let me make you breakfast first, yeah?”  You nod and breathe in the smell of him, all sex and musk and expensive cologne.  Neither one of you knows where this is going to go but right now, it doesn’t matter.  You yawn and snuggle closer.

“Just so you know,” you intone sleepily, “I like French toast.”  He laughs softly, his own body relaxing into a lazy slumber.

“Hm, French toast?  I pinned you as a pancake kinda girl.  Good thing I also like French toast and always keep the supplies in to make it.”  His breathing is slow and shallow, matching the rhythm of yours.  The sun peeks over the cityscape around you as the two of you go under, cradled in each other’s arms.

This work and its digital elements (photo credit to photographer) are © Kait of @kaitsawamura 2024. Please do not alter or copy this work. Please do not repost this work to other platforms without my express permission.

#daichi sawamura x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x you #sawamura daichi x you #daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hq x reader #fic: somebody come get her #kait writes #daichi ♥︎

[folklorebae]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬

Spin-off of my rockstar's girlfriend

Cast(s): Rockstar!Eren & Model!Reader

Cw: swearing, reader using she/her pronouns, slight hange x reader, food

A/n: haven't posted anything for months! hope you guys love this one<33

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yourinstagram life recently...

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angelicyn WE MISSED YOUUUU

ynfan23 glad you post this when im still awake

yndaily OMG YOUR PUPPY ISNT A PUPPY ANYMORE. ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE SAW HER ON YOUR/EREN'S STORY😭

↳yourinstagram i know! but she's getting smarter and cuter. i love her so much, she's my girl:)

erenfan19 i dont see eren... soo the rumors are true?? :((

↳ynfan24 girl, she's her own person and this is her insta. besides, that man is childish lmao. imagine unfollowing THE Y/N L/N just because she doesn't attend his concert in europe...

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justjared After getting unfollowed by her long-time boyfriend last week, Y/N L/N was spotted walking out of Oscar-winning costume designer Hange Zoe's apartment building this morning. New couple alert?

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ereyn.daily i'm happy if y/n's happy🥲

goddessyn cmon, we all know they've been friends for ages. stop spreading stupid rumor like this

erenfan20 not gonna believe anything till one of them confirm it in front of my face

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paradis.memes Thoughts?

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paradisfan7 Im not believing this shit

erenfan21 she doesnt wanna marry him, im crying😭

↳paradisfan8 she once said she's jo march kinnie😭

↳ynfan25 How do you know she doesn’t wanna marry him? Maybe he doesn't wanna marry her? We don’t know what happened behind the curtain unless Y/N and Eren themselves actually comment on it .

erenfan22 guys, if you read the article that @people posted, at the end they said “Reps for Jaeger and L/N have not commented on the breakup.”

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paradisofficial Paradis World Tour. Antwerp. May, 2023.

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paradisfan9 YOU GUYS WERE SO AWESOME😭❤️

paradisfan10 PLS PLS COME BACK TO ANTWERP ASAP. ALSO THE SURPRISE SONG?!? BED OF ROSES?!?

paradisfan11 so sad cant see you guys perform last night🥲💔

paradisfan12 if you guys dont cover “bed of roses” on your Asia Tour, you're racist.

↳paradisofficial We've agreed that every region will have different song to cover. Thank you for your support😊

↳paradisfan12 OMG I WAS JOKING LMAO (i mean, not really)

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sashablouse unseen🤓

tagged: @yourinstagram @nicolo

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nicolo 🤍

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conniespringer dude, what were you doing in the first pic

↳sashablouse cause you're just a man 🙄

yourinstagram dont wanna be a third wheel anymore...

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paradisupdatee New Setlist For Europe Tour! I've upgraded the playlist, link in bio.

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paradis.devil see you at accor arena tmrw!!

↳paradisupdatee See you, bby<3

paradisfan13 the fact they didnt cover any song in northern europe countries😀

paradisfan14 I literally flew from brussels to london last month to see them perform AND THEY DIDNT SING BED OF ROSES?!? I WAS ROBBED!!

↳paradisfan15 sameeee i attended some of their shows in us last year and they didn't cover any song 😭

paradisfan16 is this eren's way to confirm the breakup rumors?😭

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yourinstagram the rumors are terrible and cruel...

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ynln.jpg dont tell me you're in paris...

taylorswift but honey, most of them are true🤭

Liked by yourinstagram

↳yourinstagram patiently waiting for 1989 (Taylor's Version)😊🙏

↳ynfan25 soo the rumors are true?🥲

↳ereyn.daily i'm in spain without s

ereyn.exposing Whatever ereyn does is only for promo. It's a fact that eren is not going to follow y/n or ever going to post her picture on his Instagram again.

↳yourinstagram seems like you guys have been talking about this and tag me in a few posts everyday. but now please, i beg you to stop. it's just negative, i really have no hard feelings towards you. i just know what a beautiful world there is to go out and live in instead of trying to dissect a relationship between two people that you don't even know. i don't need his follow, my name is permanently tattooed to his arm. This is my final comment on this, but i want you to know that it's not meant to offend you. just hoping you can find something else in life to be inspired by xx

↳erenfan23 OMG OMG OMG YESS YOU TELL THEM QUEEN

↳ynfan26 FINALLY PEOPLE COULD SHUT THEIR MOUTH NOW. THESE "EXPOSING" ACCOUNTS ARE ANNOYING AF

↳erenfan24 I think you should've messaged them, instead of calling them out publicly like this. no offense, still love you tho

↳yourinstagram i see why you think that ought to have been a direct message, and i agree. i just didn't considered it. it's all really frustrating, and i'm only human... you guys understand how hurtful assumptions like this can be, especially when they are made about someone i care about a lot. if you guys care about him too, you'll eventually realize that we are on the same team. i apologize if it came off as impolite or rude. i was simply attempting to start a conversation so people would realize that their statements were painful rather than just an "anonymous confession." this cruel internet culture has no benefit for society as a whole. 

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ereynpost “You guys are crazy, you know that? No... I don’t think my girlfriend and I need another dog for now. What about you, Jean?” — Eren laughs as he answers a fan's sign.

USHSSUDSHDUAJSYSHS GUYSSS THE RUMORS ARENT TRUEEEE THEY'RE STILL TOGETHER OMFG!!!!

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its.ereyn Girl, I almost deactivate this account

↳ereynpost PLS, SAME😀

ynfan27 OMG MY EREYN HEARTTT

erenfan25 PARENTS OMG😭😭😭

ynfan28 I can die in peace now, thanks

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erenjaeger My love, my lady, the most precious human on this earth. I'm really grateful because we have an incredibly meaningful, loving, and fun relationship. As you guys know, this world is cruel and I'd do anything to make her the happiest, but I've failed to do it. I personally love it when people make assumptions or speculations about me, because I know they all wrong. But when people start to say something hurtful to my woman, I can't tolerate it.

Six years of relationship and we have never ever broken up, not even once, if that's what you all really want to know. She's my present and future, she's the one who teaches me how forever feels. The love I have for her only gets stronger and bigger, it's crazy to think about it. Thank you for all the love and support, we really appreciate it.

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erenfan26 I TOLD YOU ALL THEY'RE ENDGAME

ynfan29 how to find myself a man like you😭

erenfan27 oh he is, he really is in love🥹❤️

yndaily the fact that i'll never experience this type of love hurts a lot. but i couldnt be more happier for you two💓

jeankirschtein ngl, at first i did believe you two broke up

↳erenjaeger bro, fuck off

↳erenfan28 LMAO JEANNNN, IM CRYINGG😭😭😭

ereyn.daily As iconic as David Bowie and Iman❤️

↳yourinstagram thank you, but I don't deserve this compliment. also, your comment will boost eren's ego, he'll think he's as good as him

↳erenjaeger why would you say that:(

(+bonus on what really happened lol)

#the fact that this insta au inspired by taylor and joe's break up news lol #im sad... #aot x reader #aot x female reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #aot smau #snk x reader #snk x female reader #snk x y/n #snk smau #eren x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren smau

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 30 of 35 | masterpost

word count: 2563 | ao3 link | fic's playlist

Would being close to him still hurt if I weren't in mourning for everything I had lost? Would it still burn if there were no obstacles between us, no moral and painful restrictions preventing me from allowing myself to get lost in his embrace, his kisses, his touch? Did he know that I loved him, with a certainty as vast and bright as the sun? Did I want to make sure he did?

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle

✦ a/n: hi, guys! just wanted to let everyone know that as promised, I'll start posting these last few parts twice a week - on Mondays and then on Thursdays or Fridays, depending on how much free time I have. Hope you enjoy this one, feedback is welcome! 🖤

✧ you can blame it on the stars, you can tell it to the moon / baby, I used to be good but I went bad for you / you can try and escape me but I came for you ✧

"Thanks, Amsterdam! You guys rocked!" James shouted, a massive grin plastered on his face, eyes lit up with sheer excitement as the pumped-up crowd went wild with applause.

I couldn't help but crack a smile at the scene – James, Lars, Kirk, and Cliff showing their appreciation in those closing moments of the gig. It hit me then; I had missed this, the thrill, the carefree laughs, that electric buzz running through me. Snagging another beer from the cooler stashed at the stage corner, I trailed backstage, tagging along with Leanne and Pat.

Pretty soon, the guys sauntered in, all laughter and loud banter. Cliff led the charge into the dressing room, a damp towel draped around his shoulders and a joint already fired up. He shot us a grin before chiming in:

"Not too shabby for our first gig away from home, huh?"

"You guys killed it, as usual." Leanne beamed, striding over. She wrapped her arms around Cliff's neck, going up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on him. He chuckled, giving her a tight squeeze, and I couldn't help but smile at the sweet scene.

"We kicked ass!" Lars cheered, grinning from ear to ear. He whipped out a bottle of vodka from the mystery depths of wherever and began pouring shots. "Now, it's drinkin' time, and we're gonna soak in some Venom. Fucking Venom, man!"

"Think they'll autograph my guitar?" Kirk joked, laughing, as he swiftly downed his vodka shot. I chuckled, genuinely pumped, and joined in, pouring myself a shot of vodka. I glanced up when I sensed a weight on my shoulders – there was James, slinging an arm around me before snagging a vodka glass for himself.

"You're all sweaty," I scrunched up my face, and he just laughed, knocking back his vodka shot in one go.

"Wanna hop in the shower with me?" he teased in a husky chuckle, giving my cheek a quick kiss before sauntering off to join Pat. I stood there, dumbfounded, my face burning as I touched the spot on my cheek still tingling from his lips.

The guys headed for a shower break while the stage got prepped for the night's main event. Leanne joined Cliff in the shower, but Pat and I hung back in the dressing room. We polished off the vodka bottle while I enjoyed a smoke, chatting quietly.

"So, how's the tour life treating you?" I tossed out, more to fill the quiet air than anything else. Ever since I had ditched my gig at the record store after splitting with Dave, Pat and I hadn't talked at all. Now, seeing her all cozy with James felt a bit off. I couldn't shake off Leanne's words, about Pat maybe digging the idea of James more than the real deal of who he was.

"Oh, it's been fucking amazing!" she beamed, eyes gleaming as she popped open another beer. Her slightly rosy cheeks betrayed how intoxicated she was. "James has been dragging me to all sorts of gigs since we started dating. Bummer you've been missing out lately."

"Well, I'm here now," I flashed a smile, attempting to mask my unease. Thankfully, I wasn't stuck in the conversation for too long; a quick guitar chord played, signaling that Venom’s gig was kicking off. I rose with a smile that might've been just a bit forced. "The show's starting. Want to catch it?"

"I'll wait for James," she smiled, and I gave a nod before ducking out of the dressing room.

I hadn't taken more than a few steps down the corridor when I collided with James, heading the other way, shirtless, and holding yet another half-full bottle of vodka. A surprised sound escaped me as he snagged me by the waist, pulling me in with a grin the moment he spotted me.

"Hey, sweetheart. I was waitin' for you in the shower, you know?" he whispered in my ear, followed by a low chuckle. I knitted my brows, fighting off the way his voice sent my heart racing, and gave him a shove.

"James, are you out of your mind?" I grumbled, and he laughed, releasing me. "You fucking drunkard."

He just stuck out his tongue, taking another swig from the vodka bottle before strolling back toward the dressing room. I debated whether to trail after him, to coax him into some water to sober up, but then it hit me that Pat was still there, waiting. Suddenly, the buzz and beats from the stage sounded way more inviting; last thing I needed was to be alone in a room with Pat, James, and no one else.

The show was insane, just like I’d expected. Venom's tunes were fast and intense, and the hype from my friends definitely drowned out any worries I might've had. I couldn't give two cents that neither James nor Pat bothered to show up for the gig; right then, nothing and no one could ruin my mood.

There wasn't much time for a post-Venom celebration; in a flash, the gear was packed, and the producer corralled us onto the bus for the next city. As a last-ditch effort, we all got handed water to help shake off the buzz. It did the trick better for some than others; Cliff and Leanne seemed pretty chill, but I was starting to feel a bit queasy, and Lars and Kirk were cackling like a couple of goofballs, while James showed up being practically carried by one of the roadies. Pat stormed past the chaos, looking royally pissed, and hopped on the bus without saying a word to anyone. I ambled over, curious.

"Hey, what happened?" I inquired, but that just triggered another round of laughter from Lars and Kirk. I turned my gaze to James, who was seated on the sidewalk, sipping water with a seriously annoyed look on his face. "Everything alright?"

"You have no idea," Lars managed to say, trying to catch his breath between laughs. "James, spill it."

I shifted my focus to James, now intrigued. He glanced up at me and then shrugged with a grunt.

"Pat wanted to fuck… And I puked on her."

"You did what? " I exclaimed, incredulous, while Kirk and Lars cracked up even louder. James scowled, clearly annoyed by their reaction, but truth be told, I couldn't blame them. I was trying to stifle my own laughter, a goofy grin stubbornly plastered on my face. Instead of joining in the laughter, I handed him the water bottle I got after the show, still half full. "Here. Drink more water."

"What about you?" he asked, taking my bottle. I shrugged.

"Hey, I wasn’t the one who puked on someone today, right? Trust me, you need it more than I do."

After that, we didn't waste much time getting on the bus – nothing fancy, just your regular travel bus with reclining seats that doubled as our beds for the night. The crew stashed the gear in the cargo area, and we all picked our spots; the tech crew grabbed the front seats, Cliff and Leanne chose a spot towards the middle.

Pat claimed a seat upfront, away from James, who settled in with Lars and Kirk. It seemed she was still nursing some feelings about the dressing room incident, but at least she managed to shower and change before hopping on. I found a spot further back, alone, close to the mini-fridge for easy access to some water. It felt good to have a little alone time, even if it was just for some shut-eye; despite the fatigue, it seemed like it was gonna be a pretty long night.

I spent the first few hours of the trip soaking in the view from the window. At first, it was the city lights casting a glow as we cruised through the streets. As we hit the open road, it transitioned into an abyss of darkness.

I sensed his presence even before seeing him; I felt his gaze on me, and I lifted my eyes as he settled into the seat next to mine.

"James," I murmured, my weary voice signaling that I'd probably have dozed off any moment if he hadn't dropped by. "Feeling any better?"

"Took a power nap, so I think so," he grumbled.

"Did you brush your teeth? 'Cause tomorrow morning's gonna taste gross if you don't."

"Of course, silly," he chuckled softly, then took my hand in his.

I knew I probably shouldn't encourage him, but I didn't pull it away. His hand felt big and warm, and I found comfort in his touch more than I was willing to admit. His thumb gently stroked the back of my hand.

"You shouldn't do this," I muttered, and he let out a huff.

"I'm just holding your hand. Can't I even do that?"

I sighed. Exhaustion weighed on me. All I really wanted was to surrender, rest my head on his chest, and let him hold me until morning. But I couldn't, could I? Not when he had a girlfriend. Not when the specter of my past love for Dave haunted me every moment of my days, my nights, my life.

"I'm gonna break up with Pat," he declared, and I looked up, feeling my heart race. A surge of conflicting emotions hit me; hearing that made me happy, and that scared me the most. 

"Why?" was all I could whisper. He sighed.

"I can't keep this up, Nore. She's a cool girl, but I don’t like her that way. Not the way I like you,” he murmured, and my heart fluttered at the vulnerability in his voice. "I don't want to be a jerk, I don't want to be with someone I'm not in love with. I'm gonna end it with her, and then..." his gaze, almost pleading, locked onto mine. "All I want is you. But if you don't want me..."

I reached my hand to his face. How could he not be sure that I wanted him when I could barely keep myself away from him? Even with my heart hurting, I could hardly divert my eyes from his gaze. If he wished, he could make me forget how to breathe. Despite his clear feelings for me lingering for so long, knowing that I could have even a fraction of this power over him felt too good to be true.

Would being close to him still hurt if I weren't in mourning for everything I had lost? Would it still burn if there were no obstacles between us, no moral and painful restrictions preventing me from allowing myself to get lost in his embrace, his kisses, his touch? Did he know that I loved him, with a certainty as vast and bright as the sun?

Did I want to make sure he did?

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was my exhaustion, maybe it was the longing I felt to be loved, to be cared for, to be protected. Or maybe it was simply love that made me bring James’ face close to mine. His hands found my waist and lifted my body so that I sat on his lap, while my arms wrapped around his neck and my lips met his. I sighed, my tongue tracing slowly along the outline of his lower lip before venturing into his mouth, one of his hands securing the small of my back while the other got a good grip on my thigh.

I let my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer, my body pressed against his with a need that startled me; I had never allowed myself to contemplate the vastness of my feelings, of my desire for James until now. But surrendering to it felt like freedom, opening up a gap as wide as the ocean that could only be filled by him.

His lips danced against mine, his hand gripping my face as he planted small bites on my lower lip. He shifted to my neck, exploring it slowly, leaving small bites and kisses that made me tilt my head back. My eyes closed, and a low, breathy moan escaped me.

"Hush, babe," he said in a breathless half-laugh, his lips coming back to mine. I let out a low whimper, lost in the discovery of the greatness of my desire, but James just caressed my face slowly, cradling it in his hands before giving me a tender kiss on the lips. ”Tomorrow. I'll talk to her tomorrow. And I don't want to wait a moment longer after that to have you,” he kissed me again, our tongues moving slowly together before he pulled away with a smile, “Can you be a good girl until then?”

“Shut up, James,” I whispered, and he chuckled softly.

That night, I allowed myself to rest from my pain. And I allowed myself to truly appreciate, for the first time in what felt like forever, desire, longing, love.

The hope of a promise.

The memory of his lips on mine.

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[kanerallels]

The Waystation

Finally finished my story for @inklings-challenge, and I figured I'd post it today!! (I'm also gonna tag @laughingphoenixleader cause she showed interest when I mentioned it to her!)

Link to my playlist for it here, just for fun! I'm in love with the profile pic @accidental-spice made for it, so feel free to admire that at the very least

Our tale begins on one of the main roads in the region. Bricked with gray-brown stone, it strode through the forest with a confidence that didn’t stop for anything, let alone a tiny dirt path that split off from it, winding through the whispering trees in a far more subdued manner.

Most that passed didn’t even notice the side path, too busy on their errands and quests to stop. But there were some who stopped, who’s gaze wandered to the side for just a heartbeat long enough that they spotted the path. There were even a few who came looking for this path in particular— but they are not who this tale is about.

This tale is about a chilly autumn day, the kind where the sun only occasionally dares to peek from behind the clouds, with golden and red leaves spilling across the path and mounding up along the edges. It is about a girl wearing a cloak riddled with holes and stained with travel. The wind fluttered the ragged edges as she walked along the main road. Her face was weary and set with a determination that was almost as worn out as the cloak she wore.

But she kept walking, and would not have stopped if she hadn’t tripped over an uneven stone. Flying forward, she went face down in a pile of leaves with a gasp and a tiny yelp of pain.

She didn’t get up right away, but instead let out a long, long sigh, and didn’t move. If one were close enough, one could hear the sounds of sniffling, like someone very, very close to tears fighting off the beginning of them.

There was no telling how long she would have stayed there if not for a brisk breeze. Rattling the branches above, it sent the leaves around her swirling into frothing crimson and ochre waves. And finally, with a burst, it yanked her cloak away from her. One of the two ties, already badly worn, came free, and the battered garment went flying into a nearby bush.

Jerking upright with an undignified scramble, the girl looked around, her face twisted with frustration and misery. She spotted the cloak, and pushed herself to her feet, moving off the road and towards it.

And then she saw it. The tiny, unassuming path, winding through the woods and away from the main road.

Hand closing around the fabric of the cloak, the girl stared down the path a little uncertainly. There was no sign of anyone down it— well, any humans. As she watched, a squirrel scuttled across the path and up one of the nearby trees, sending a spray of leaves in his wake.

For a moment longer she looked. And then the wind shifted, bringing with it the smell of woodsmoke and something so savory and delicious that the girl’s stomach growled audibly. She flushed with embarrassment, despite being alone— other than the squirrel, of course, who paid her no mind.

Picking up her cloak, she pulled it around her shoulders, shooting another longing glance towards the path. Another burst of wind brought an even stronger whiff of the smell, and she wavered.

“Maybe,” she whispered to herself. “Maybe I can just go look— just to see what it is.”

Slowly, she stepped out onto the smaller, narrower path, heading away from the main road. Holding her cloak closed with one hand, she started walking, the drifts of leaves at her feet crunching pleasantly.

The woods around her glowed with color. Autumn was in full swing, and every tree was ablaze with scarlet and copper and gold, bare branches threading between the fiery masses. The path and the grassy banks on either side were covered in the leaves. Here and there the dying brown grass appeared from beneath it, tiny spikes of green still living in spots.

The musty but pleasant smell of the fallen leaves floated up on the breeze, not quite overpowering the smell the girl was following. She pulled her cloak a little closer, shivering at the crisp, cool air. Her limbs ached, and it was an effort to take every step. But curiosity pushed her onwards.

Following a bend in the path, she came to an abrupt stop, eyes widening at the sight before her. Settled in the middle of the forest, shrouded with trees, was a small cottage. 

The peaked, grass thatched roof pointed towards the sky, speckled with bright fallen leaves. A chimney sat on one side, steady plumes of gray smoke smelling of pine floating out and up through the branches. The walls were painted a cheerfully bright shade of yellow, and the girl knew almost instantly that this was the source of the wonderful smell she’d been following.

She hesitated for a moment, staring at it, wondering what she should do. And then, before she could make her decision, the door swung open.

Out stepped a tall man, with messy gray-brown hair. His gaze landed on the girl, and she almost stepped back, nervousness spreading through her.

But then he smiled— a warm, open smile that seemed to glow on his face like the last rays of the sun on a chilly autumn day. “Hello there, miss,” he said. “I take it my fire caught your attention.”

“I— I’m sorry,” the girl stammered. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Not at all,” he assured her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “It was quite expected. I was wondering when I’d see my next visitor, in fact.”

“What do you mean, next visitor?” the girl asked shyly.

Gesturing towards the cottage, the man said, “This is a waystation. People find it when they need it, and with all I’ve heard from the rest of the world of late, I knew I’d have a visitor soon. Would you like to come in? Dinner is almost ready.”

The girl hesitated, knowing it was most likely unwise. Even in fantasy worlds, not all people had one’s best interest at heart, and it probably wasn’t wise to go into the house of a random stranger.

But her travels had not been kind to her, and the house looked warm and inviting. So she stepped forward, heading after the man into the house.

As the door swung shut behind them, the girl looked around with wide eyes. The house was nothing fancy— they’d stepped into a wide room that seemed to be both a dining room and a parlor. A large table sat to her left, surrounded by several chairs, although it was mostly blocked from view by an immense couch that sat facing the fireplace, which was crackling pleasantly. Four arm chairs filled the rest of the space, a pair flanking each side of the couch. 

Off to her right was a kitchen area, with a stove and oven emanating warmth and delicious smells. Dried herbs hung from hooks around and near the window, interspersed with a few frying pans. The counter nearby was scattered with bowls and implements. Clearly she’d caught the man right in the middle of making dinner.

“May I take your cloak?” the man asked, and the girl nodded quickly. She flushed a little as she handed him the tattered garment, but he didn’t seem to pay it much attention as he hung it up on the rack next to him. “Please, have a seat,” he said. “I’ll have dinner ready in a few minutes— and bless me, where are my manners? I’m Donnie, and you are, miss?”

“Claire,” she said, taking a few hesitant steps into the parlor. After a moment of wavering, she sank into the couch. The soft cushions seemed to swallow her up, and the warmth of the fire washed over her. Closing her eyes, she let out a little sigh of relief that felt a little too similar to a sob.

But she wouldn’t start crying, she told herself. Not now. Instead, she took a few steadying breaths as Donnie, who was working in the kitchen, spoke up. “I assume this is your first encounter with a waystation, Miss Claire?”

“This has been my first encounter with a lot of things,” Claire admitted, and he let out an understanding noise

“You’re a portal hopper, then?”

“I… don’t think so? I came here by accident,” she told him. “One minute I was walking through the woods, then I heard this strange sound, and when I tried to follow it, I ended up… here. In this world.”

She shot a glance at him, to where he was stirring the pot sitting out the stove. Nodding sympathetically, Donnie said, “I’ve heard stories like it before. You’re trying to find your way home?”

“Trying.” Claire’s voice wobbled a little, and she cleared her throat before continuing. “But… I’m supposed to do something first. Deliver something to… to someone.” Flushing self consciously, she said, “I can’t say who or what. I’m sorry.”

“No apology necessary,” Donnie assured her, adding a few spices to the pot before him. Scooping up a spoonful of what seemed to be soup, he tasted it before responding. “Missions like that will need a bit of secrecy now and then. Waystations aren’t about interrogating you anyhow.”

As he went to one of the nearby cupboards and started rummaging through it, Claire asked, “What are waystations about, then? If I can ask, sir.”

“Oh, I’m no sir,” Donnie said, taking out a pair of bowls painted deep orange. “But I’ll answer your question nonetheless. Waystations are here to help travelers and wayfarers when they need it most. Anyone who comes to my door is tired and broken-down, in need of help. They’re on their last legs and need a hot drink, a bite to eat, and a word of encouragement or wisdom before we send them on their way.”

“How do they find you?” Claire asked.

“Same way you did, miss,” Donnie said matter of factly. “They needed us, and there we were. Waystations draw in the people who need them most when they need them most.”

Ladling soup into the two bowls, he added, “That, or they’re door to door salesmen. I usually get them a bite to eat too, though. Ready for a bit of soup?”

Reluctant as she was to stir herself from her position next to the fire, Claire’s hunger drove her to her feet and over to the table, where Donnie set a bowl and spoon before her.

“Let me know if you want any bread to go with that,” he told her, setting his own place at the end of the table nearest to Claire’s chair. “I believe we have a bit of that around here somewhere.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Claire said politely, taking her seat and picking up her spoon. Taking a bite, she closed her eyes reflexively at the warm, rich flavor of cream and salt and potatoes and onions and cheese all swirling together. Tiny pieces of bacon had been sprinkled over the top of the soup, adding a savory crunch, and Claire could almost cry with joy at the combination. Hungrily, she applied herself to the bowl.

By the time she finished it, she was properly warm for the first time in days. As she dragged her spoon along the bottom, collecting the dregs to make sure she’d truly finished it, Donnie chuckled. “You needed that, didn’t you, miss?”

“I did,” Claire admitted. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Do you want some more?”

“I— I wouldn’t want to impose—”

Smiling, Donnie picked up her bowl and headed for the pot. “Not at all. It’s just me around here at the moment, until my wife gets home.”

“Oh— you have a wife?” Claire asked, surprised. Now that she said the words aloud, she spotted the ring on Donnie’s left hand.

“I do,” he said, his smile turning soft and fond as he slid her the filled up bowl. “Her name’s Lara. She’s off doing the other half of our work. Waystations are sometimes about waiting, and sometimes they’re about going out to find the people who need help, and helping them out there. Some people can’t afford to wait.”

“I’m sorry,” Claire said. “You must miss her.”

Nodding, Donnie said, “I do, a little. But she’ll be back before the first snow falls, and with many a tale to share.”

“Are you worried about her?” Claire asked as she started on her bowl of soup. This time, she went a little slower, savoring each bite.

Donnie looked thoughtful as he stirred his bowl of soup. “A little— the way anyone would be. But before we did this work, we fought side by side, and I’ve never known such a formidable warrior. She’ll come home safe soon, and with plenty of stories, too.”

Taking a bite of his soup, he swallowed before adding, “Besides, we each take our own turn out there. She just gets restless when the leaves start to turn.”

The two of them ate in surprisingly comfortable silence for a while, until Claire’s bowl was empty again. Setting down her spoon, she said, “Thank you very much, sir. For the food.”

“Of course, miss,” Donnie said. “If you’ve got room for it, I have an apple cider loaf cake in the oven that’ll be out shortly.”

“That sounds lovely,” Claire said gratefully. As Donnie collected her bowl and spoon, heading for the sink, she hesitated before saying, “Why are you doing this? I mean, you don’t have to help me. I’m a random stranger who just showed up at your house.”

Setting down the bowls, Donnie turned to face her. “Because,” he said, “it’s what we do. There are plenty of people who turn their backs on those who need help. Those who work in waystations are called to be different. To change the way the world works, if you will.”

“But why? Who calls them?”

“That’s a little more complicated,” Donnie said thoughtfully, “and I’m not sure I could answer it properly. But know this much— the waystations were created, same as us. They help people because they were meant to, to give people hope and peace. Their creator surely has the same intentions.”

“I think I know what you mean,” Claire said, memories of her past journey flickering through her mind.

“Good,” Donnie said, a look of approval crossing his face. “I can tell your journey’s been hard on you, if you don’t mind me saying so, miss. But you haven’t lost hope, and that’s what matters. Hope is more important than anything else— except maybe love. It’ll keep you going in the darkest night, and warm you when you need it most. Don’t forget that, alright?”

Claire nodded obediently, and Donnie smiled. “Good. Now, let’s check on that cake.”

Grabbing a pair of oven mitts, he tugged them on before opening the oven. It let out a wave of sweet and cinnamony smells as he pulled out a bread pan lined with crisp brown paper. Setting it down on the counter, he tugged off his mitts, and gingerly grasped the edges of the paper, using it to pull the brown loaf free of the pan.

As he set it on a nearby rack, Claire asked, “Um, is there anything I can do to help?”

Glancing at her, Donnie said, “With this? I’ve got it handled— thank you, though, miss. You’re very kind to offer. Shouldn’t be more than a few minutes before it’s ready!”

As Claire looked on, he fetched a considerable amount of butter from the container nearby and put it into a small bowl. After putting that into the still warm oven, he began mixing together cinnamon and white sugar.

When he finished that, he pulled the butter, now melted, out of the oven, and began spreading it over the loaf, soaking it with the salty butter. Claire felt her mouth begin to water as he finished, then started to sprinkle the top and sides with hefty amounts of cinnamon sugar.

“The perfect dessert for a fall day like this,” he told her, dusting off his hands to shake loose grains of sugar. “May I interest you in a slice?”

“Yes, please,” Claire said gratefully, and he cut two slices, one for each of them, and they both settled down to eat it. The loaf cake was lightly sweet and warm, the sugar forming a delicious crust around the top.

By the time she’d finished, Claire was full, in the most satisfying, warm way where you’ve eaten just enough to make you a little sleepy, but happy. The cold misery of the outdoors had been all but forgotten, and Claire found herself more at ease than she had been in days.

“Thank you,” she told Donnie. “For everything. I— I should probably get going.”

“You’re more than welcome to stay the night,” Donnie said, and Claire cast a longing look at the warm couch next to the fire.

But she shook her head. “I can’t. I have to keep going— if I don’t do this, no one will.”

Nodding seriously, Donnie said, “And right there, you’ve hit upon the most important part about the waystations. They’re for people who are doing what no one else will. Well, if you can’t stay, wait here a moment.”

Hurrying into the kitchen, he filled a metal container with soup. That, along with a few wrapped up slices of the cake, some bread, and a few other packets, went into a satchel, which he handed to Claire. “That should keep you for a little while,” he said, handing her a flask of water. “Now, then, let’s do something about that cloak of yours.”

Holding up a hand, he disappeared down a hallway. A few moments later, he came back around the corner, holding a blue cloak. “It’s Lara’s,” he told her, holding it out. “But she won’t mind if you take it.”

“Oh— oh, I couldn’t,” Claire stammered. “If it’s hers—”

“She has others. And she’d want me to do everything I could to help you, trust me,” Donnie told her. “The least we can do is give you something to stay a little warmer.”

So Claire accepted the cloak— a sturdy, warm garment woven of wool. It would keep the rain out and the warmth in, and she already knew it would be better than her old threadbare one. Pulling it around her shoulders, she smiled at Donnie. “Thank you. For everything.”

His returning smile was as warm as the fire. “You’re welcome, miss. One last thing before you go. May I give you the waystation’s blessing? It doesn’t seem like much, but it’ll steer you on paths to those who’ll feed you and give you a safe place to stay, and give you light when you need it most.”

“Alright,” Claire said, and was surprised when Donnie reached out, placing a hand on her head.

The words he spoke were in an unfamiliar language, odd and rhythmic to her ears. But they sank in, lifting her heart just a little as he spoke. Removing his hand, Donnie gave her a nod. “Safe travels, miss. Keep your eyes on the path ahead of you, and never forget that hope will warm you when there’s no fire.”

“Thank you,” Claire said, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. But the food and the words, little though she understood them, gave her just enough energy to step towards the door and pull it open, stepping out into the cold day.

The sun was far lower in the sky, shrouded by clouds— it wouldn’t be long before it was dark. Squaring her shoulders, Claire cast one last look over her shoulder at the cottage behind her, Donnie standing in the doorway. He raised a hand in farewell, and Claire did the same.

Then she turned and headed back the way she’d come, towards the bigger path.

As she walked, the first few flakes of snow began to fall.

#inklingschallenge #team lewis #genre: portal fantasy #(much though i loved the idea of space travel) #theme: food #theme: clothing #story: complete #i really really hope i did this right! i'm not as familiar with the acts of mercy #but i get the gist of it and i think i translated it well #hazel's inklings experience #original writing #i picture this as like. a snapshot in the middle of a journey #there's more to the story but we don't get to see it #and that's okay! #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[caluski]

@moldavite tagged me to post my current music faves (thank u kalli a big fucking MWAH goes out to u in this gloomy april evening) so yay!!! i love posting spotify links of course... more belowww. trying so hard for everyone to only post things i havent shared before... trying!!

obviously justice is on repeat - both incognito and saturnine, but im putting here incognito bc it does have the coolest intro and outro everrr like ouuughhhh like justice goes so fucking hard when they choose to have some retro synths................ actually have you listened to planisphere today? you should (talking to everyone)

i havent actually talked about my thoughts on khruangbins new album... which is obviously good but i simply didnt have the time to get into it :/ ive been hoping to give it a good listen, no skips no nothing, on a day off but work has been kicking my ass a bittt... anyway! Pon pón is fun. it came out as a single few weeks back and ive gotten really into it.... sooooo groovy

vampire by sholto is what some of you might recognize from love and food playlist? but ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkk its so good. i dont even know this guy and i didnt think much of it other than "yeah its cool" when i added it to my library. such a great and sinister feeling jazzy number.... AND WHEN THE SAX HITS!!!!!!!!! thats so good. please listen to vampire.

more radio pop!!!!! MORE MAINSTREAM KEVIN PARKER!!!!!!!! i do love tame impala's older/more niche sound just as much as i love him "selling out" (whatever, i will defend his minions and elvis tracks until i die and i will MEAN it) so i am STILL excited for this album even though the roll-out of singles has been consistently awful. but i guess dua lipa is a slow riser always (however long did it take her to peak on charts with 'dont start now'???). plus obviously DANNY!!!!!! YAY FOR DANNY!!!!!

its been a really good spring so far, with so many of my faves releasing music, and obviously that includes sebastian. i remember watching the runway show this was made for, but for some reason i didnt hear the whole track - maybe it was just highlights or something? i really love the synths in this one. its unusual for him to bring the choral singing in the start instead of the climax of the track, but its really well done (as always)! i wish, i wiiiiiiiiish there was something happening about the new album, too.

charli's really being weird recently about everything but goddddddd this slaps so good. im usually not that big on gesaffelstein but i do love ag cook so much. its going to be such a good clubbing record like literally.... its crazy she STILL gets labeled hyperpop. i also like club classics, but b2b is TRULY superior out of this double drop....

the beat of this one is just stuck in my head at all times. its cute! fun! perfect for spring. theyre soon to release their debut album, i need to remember to check it out. while its not SOTY material so far, its just cool and pleasant.

more dance sounds - i like this one a lot! really catchy. ive never really been into 1tbsp but yeahhhhh with this one, i get it.

ok i for sure posted this one before, but its ok bc it got like 0 or 1 likes or something. starwolf is a band im really hopeful for!!!! their 2020 album was pretty interesting, but its their three last singles that got my ears all perked up. some daytime disco vibes in them, and its really cool considering i was somewhat.... underwhelmed by poolside's last album. so, i feel good about starwolf now! fingers crossed for summer, as it would be a perrrrrrrfect record to replay over and over during hot sunny days.

and SUUUUUUUUUUUCHHHHHHHHH a spring favorite for the end. kind of getting lost in this one.... number one song i keep thinking of during sweet sunny walks recently. unbelievably cute. 10000% recommend.

#pogaduchy #not tagging anyone bc idw look like a fucking idiot when no one responds anyway 😭😭😭 #Spotify

[strawberrycircuits]

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hi hi hello! my name is strawberry (or strawb)! (i also use the name roz sometimes!) im queer, trans, 19, and neurodivergent, and this where i scream about robots and gay little nintendo characters. i use he/him, it/its, ze/zem/zeir/zemself, and co/code/codes/codeself pronouns! itd be so so sooo cool if you could please interchange these. thanks!

i dont know what my gender is and honestly i dont care (and neither should u)! just dont call me 'she' please! if i had to label it id say my gender is whatever the hell nintendo was doing with all those see-through consoles in the 2000s. look at these sexy sexy boys

my art tag is #strawberryscribbles, my tag for cool art made by friends or made for me is #talented ppl tag, and thats about all i consistently tag anymore (aside from content warnings. if you need something content warned, lmk!). my art blog is @strawb-artfolder and my oc blog is @cultivatingyourfuture (though that project is on an indefinite hiatus due to signifigant rewrites, lol). im not great at art but i like growing and improving and showing you all that process, so im going to keep posting it anyhow! cringe culture is dead and its decomposing slowly in my backyard.

heres some things about me!!

my main interests are computers, old electronics, adventure time, portal 2, and nintendo (particularly mario, splatoon, and the legend of zelda!). i also reblog half life, tf2, and mlp stuff from time to time. i am, in fact, critical of all of my media interests. fuck nintendos business practices and fuck the way they fetishize arabic cultures 👎👎👎

send me asks!!!! about whatever!!!! it makes my day every time!!!!!

im not a linked universe fan or a linkverse fan in general. i might engage with that content because i like the designs and want to support artists but dont ask me about it i dont go there lmao (bonus links fucks hard though i will say that)

i dont tag spoilers. sorry! youre free to unfollow or block me at any time :)

wanna know what music ive been listening to? heres my main playlist! maybe youll find something new!!! (and if you shoot me an ask saying u found a new song u like bc of me.... tell me! itll make my day!)

ive had people ask me a couple of times, so let me go ahead and say-- i like to refer to characters i have specific pronoun headcanons for WITH those pronouns! i usually garner confusion about this when i talk about oot zelda (he/she), botw link (she/he/they), and oot link (she/her). theres not really a reason, i just like to! (when i talk to people about their specific interpretations, i use whatever hcs theyve assigned them instead). if you wanna know how i hc any other characters, 🔫 me an ask!

im not going to sift through every blog that interacts with me or apply widely misused terminology to give an idea of what i do or dont want in my circle. im just going to say these things outright. i believe in radical queer acceptance (yes, even for whatever "weird" identity youre about to pull out as a gotcha), all transgender people and asexuals and aromantics and xenogenders and neopronouns are all valid, otherkin/therians are cool as hell, objectums are my friends, i want all pedophiles to die by my hand, youre weird as shit if you romanticize incest or pedophilia in any context, and i believe in reclaiming words like queer, fag, dyke, and tranny, which i will not content warn for. ok cool 👍

im a stupid broke college student and i can barely afford to feed myself most days so if you wanna help out heres my CA.

ermm i think thats all. heres a bunch of people i think are so so cool that you should go visit: b0nkcreat down-thedrain seagullcharmer syntheticspades trashedump basillica-gel dykevirgo cherrylavendertea localvoidcat thebleedingeffect gardnwater our-reality mackthecheese angstyvylene-i three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat unironicallycringe idiot-synergy michpat6 korokposting effervescentleaf pidgefudge avidcollectorofdust merriclo

#pinned poast

[novafire-is-thinking]

Post 5 songs in your current song rotation and tag 10 people

Thanks for tagging me, @aecholapis! I have the entire IXION soundtrack sitting in my Spotify library waiting to be listened to, and I’m pretty sure I have you to thank for it. 😎

Anyway, it’s musical story time again :D (because I don’t expect you all to listen to these songs when I can just state their significance and let you decide if you want to listen to them)

Total Lunar Eclipse (July 27th, 2018) by Sleeping At Last

(Spotify | YouTube)

The second song in my Soundwave backstory playlist. It’s part two of the musical backdrop for Soundwave’s formative years.

Imagine for a moment what happens when a spark first merges with sentio metallico to become a bot. What does it sound and feel like when an individual comes online and sees the world for the first time? I don’t know yet how exactly I want to write it, but this song captures the vibe I have in mind for the scene. 😌🌌🌙

What Could Have Been feat. Ray Chen by Sting

(Spotify | YouTube)

Part four of the aforementioned musical backdrop. I’m not giving Soundwave an easy beginning, by any means, and this song is directed at [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and maybe [REDACTED].

Voices by Hidden Citizens, Vanessa Campagna

(Spotify | YouTube)

Funny story: I found this song long before I discovered Arcane. I listened to it again recently and realized it’s a perfect fit for Jinx. Then, I went on YouTube to grab the link and discovered the OG music video is a League of Legends thing (but not Arcane). And THEN I saw that other fans had already made the same connection I did and made AMVs for Jinx. However, I linked the OG video since I’m not sure how many would be interested in seeing the AMV. It should be easy to find if you want to see it, but fair warning: There are a lot of flashing lights.

Anyway, Jinx. The song is such a perfect fit for her that I question why it wasn’t used in the show.

Street Fight by Adam Jensen

(Spotify | YouTube)

This one’s currently in my IDW Whirl and TFP Bulkhead playlists. The other day, I had it on repeat as I was thinking about Whirl and how he’s my “shadow” in terms of personality. He will be very interesting to write…

Payback by Night Panda, Rayelle

(Spotify | YouTube)

One name: Flamewar.

*silence*

Okay, so maybe she’s not too well known. I haven’t read IDW2 yet, but I have plans for her. From what little I know about Flamewar from the wiki, her IDW2 version is similar to Whirl, in terms of personality. I guess I just really enjoy putting shadows in my stories >:)

Tagging @onewingedsparrow @karlyanalora @decepticon-nerd @rubixpsyche @geek-antic @lets-try-some-writing @spreadwardiard @huanted-dennys @transformersloversworld @jl1970 + anyone else who thinks this looks like fun

(Honestly, half of you I tagged because I think you’ll find this interesting and not so much because I expect you to take part. But if you do, that’s great too!)

#‘Soundwave play. . .’

[eugenoid]

Tag game!

Got tagged by @happy-mokka (psst, @eugenoid-remade was my temporary account, I reside in here now)

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Rules: name your favorite movie, character, animal, drink, song, season, book, color and hobby.

Well, I can never pick a favorite anything (besides maybe animals and colors), so I'll just go on a whim with my choices mostly, listing what I like most at the moment, more or less.

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Favorite movie: I really struggled to come up with anything, but after scraping my memory for anything my brain came up with "What We Do in The Shadows" (yes, the movie, I have yet to watch the show), my mom also really loved it after my recommendation, so it has a special place in my heart.

Favorite character: right now it's definitely Crowley (duh) from Good Omens, but it's also Reigen and Serizawa from Mob Psycho 100, Abe from Big Windup, Annie and Owen from Maniac (the short netflix series), and. And. There's probably so much more, but my mind comes out blank, so let's leave it as it is.

Favorite animal: SHARKS BABEEYYYY! I also like cats a lot. And CROWS, duh [x2]

Favorite drink: Coffee probably? But only with milk and something sweet. I also like Schweppes (not sponsored).

Favorite song: I listen to SO much music, how the hell am I supposed to pick just one song? I'll just post a bunch that come to mind (with links)

"Dethroning Of The Party Queen" and "Number 149" by Rosalie Cunningham (I LOVE ROSALIE SO MUCH MAN SHE'S GREAT)

"Scream Whole" by Methyl Ethel

"Other People" by LP

"Мама, мы все сошли с ума" by Кино

"Wait a Million Years" by The Grass Roots (this is THE azicrow song to me)

"On GP" by Death Grips

Okay I need to stop myself or I'll drop a whole playlist on your heads. God I hate picking favorite songs, I feel like this is ALL WRONG

Favorite season: Summer, late spring and very early fall, because my depression gets worse with shorter days and less sunlight.

Favorite book: OOOOOF, I feel like I haven't read enough books to properly choose, but. Let's say "Good Omens" for now.

Favorite color: teal, pink (the kinds that are warm and orange-ish) and black (blueish black especially). Look at them.... beautiful. I also love combinations of blue+yellow and blue+orange.

Favorite hobby: Well, right now I'm pursuing (trying to pursue) an art career, so I don't think drawing counts as hobby anymore. I guess I enjoy playing video games? I like singing. I'm getting back into writing fanfiction, so that should also count?

Tagging @someoneyoudontreallyknow, @eviltits, @icecreamvi, @reitziluz and @telivanistoolateparty (if you feel like doing it, of course), and anyone else who wants to, really

#tag game

[pizzaqueen]

Thought I'd put together a masterlist and do a little bit of an intro:

You can call me Queenie! Pronouns are she/her. I'm old to some and young to others. I'm mostly here for Steddie but other ships may pop up occasionally (like Chrissy/Robin aka Buckingham or Jancy)

I co-ran @steddie-week in 2023 and will hopefully run it again in 2024

Fanart, podfics, moodboards, fanmixes, and translations of my fics are all welcome! Fanbinding is also welcome :D

Please credit me as 96tears on AO3 and/or pizzaqueen on tumblr and I'd love to know so I can gush over it!

Asks are always open for fic talk or headcanons or anything else 😊 or even feel free to just say hi!

Some tags:

My fic / text/ headcanon posts / writing / art prompts

Some playlists:

Steddie / Eddie / Steve / Buckingham

And a timestamps post of all Steve's scenes in ST

(All fic links below the cut because it's long; updated November 2023)

MULTI-CHAPTERED FICS

alone again, or

20k / M / June 2022

It’s 1991 and Steve is still in Hawkins, still living with his mother, still single, and still working at Family Video. At least he’s the manager now, for whatever that’s worth. But he’s stuck here while Robin and Dustin and everyone else have moved away. Moved on. Well, everyone except for Eddie. They're best friends, spend most of their time together, and it's nice to have a friend like that. But Steve is still looking for love with a capital "L". At least, he thinks he is.

Playlist / Podfic by @cottagepodfics

Till I Kissed You

18k / T / August - September 2022

When Eddie confesses he’s never got the big deal about kissing, Steve teases him about it, saying maybe it’s because Eddie’s a bad kisser. Pride wounded, Eddie can’t let that go and decides he needs an unbiased opinion on his kissing skills. It’s weird but it’s only one kiss, no big deal, right? So, Steve says yes. Eddie gets the answer he wanted, but then he and Steve are left with a whole new set of questions to navigate. Now they just have to find new answers.

Moodboard / Playlist

uh-oh, love comes to town

13k / T / December 2022

It’s not like Steve thought Eddie would stay single forever, but he figured he’d have a girlfriend by the time Eddie got a boyfriend. So, when Vickie and Robin set Eddie up on a blind date with Vickie’s cousin, Steve figures he feels weird about it because he’s the only one without a date.

But an annoying little voice starts telling him maybe there’s more to it than that. He just has to figure out what it is.

Moodboard / Playlist

picnic time with you

12.2k / T / April-May 2023

“Why are you so keen on this, anyway?” Steve looks at Eddie, pulse skipping. He drums his fingers on the floor. “You can’t be that bored.” Eddie turns to Steve, lit by the flickering glow of the projector, and says, “I like knowing things about you.” When Eddie convinces Steve to show him some old family photos and home movies, it unearths a happy memory of a picnic Steve went on as a child. It was just an ordinary picnic, but it was weirdly special to Steve, and, more importantly, it gives him an idea. He's going to take Eddie on a picnic—a romantic one—and finally tell him how he feels. And Robin’s going to help him plan it.

The Pizza Box Pact

24k / T / November 2023

Eddie and Steve have been living together, working together, and raising their cat together for a few years, now, but they’re not together together. They’re friends—the best of—nothing more, and they’re happy. At least, Eddie is, and he thought Steve was too. But then he finds a pact they made, one drunken night ten years ago, where they pledged to ‘marry’ each other if they were still single by the time they’re thirty, and everything changes. Steve isn’t amused by the reappearance of the pledge, seems almost upset by it, and Eddie figures it’s because he’s going to be thirty soon and doesn’t have a girlfriend. So, he does what any best friend would do: promises to find Steve his perfect woman, setting him up on a series of unsuccessful blind dates. But somewhere along the way, Eddie rediscovers feelings that he thought he’d put aside years ago. He just hopes he hasn’t discovered them too late.

Art by goingsteddi3 / Art by Cousin Itt / Promo / Playlist

ONE SHOTS

fighting monsters, holding hands

387 / G / June 2022

As much as a huge part of Eddie still wants to wait here, cowering, he manages to nod. And that’s when there’s a loud boom, and he just about jumps out of his skin, hand flailing out to grab onto anything solid. Anything grounding.

stumbling in

1.3k / T / June 2022

The thing is, it was just one kiss. And it’s not… Steve’s not… It’s not like he wants to kiss Eddie again, or anything. And if it wasn’t a joke, and Eddie is gay, then, whatever. That’s fine, isn’t it? Steve’s fine with Robin—well, more than fine, obviously—so he’d be fine with Eddie, too.

But it’s… It’s natural to be curious when someone kisses you, right? Anyone would be.

Eddie's Badass Metal Mixtape (For Steve)

2.4k / T / June 2022

This is the closest thing in existence to a definitive collection of Eddie’s favorite songs. No, they’re not just his favorite songs. These songs are a part of him. They are him. Or maybe he’s them. Whatever.

The point is, this tape has taken him a week to put together, with one particular person in mind, and it is perfect. Finally.

Podfic by @daysarestranger

turn on your light

2.5k / T / July 2022

After they take down the bad guy, there’s still the issue of a gaping hole in the roof of Eddie’s trailer. Not exactly ideal living conditions. But Steve Harrington, who is not only not a douchebag but a genuine good dude and real-life superhero, says Eddie can stay with him. So, Eddie is in Steve Harrington’s bedroom, wearing Steve Harrington’s clothes, and about to sleep in Steve Harrington’s bed. It’s not the weirdest thing to happen to him this week, but it’s still totally fucking surreal.

a brush with love

1.8k / T / July 2022

“Dude,” Steve says, “when was the last time you brushed your hair?”

The one where Steve brushes Eddie’s hair (because Eddie hasn't done it in...a while, much to Steve's horror.)

when bad dreams become

3.9k / T / July 2022

A movie night during a storm leads to nightmares and the nightmares lead to some confessions. The urge to put his arm around Steve is almost overwhelming, but Eddie fights it. He hooks his ankle around Steve’s, though, which might not be any less obvious, but Steve seems to relax a little at the touch. At the next boom of thunder, Eddie runs his knuckles down Steve’s bicep, letting his hand rest in the crook of his elbow a moment, before he pulls it away.

Bowl Me Over

3.7k / T / July 2022

Eddie’s been kind of different lately—nothing Steve can really put his finger on, but not exactly himself. Steve figures he’s missing the guys from his band, or something. Whatever it is, Steve feels bad about it. It will be nice to do something to cheer Eddie up, so Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie go bowling. And then Steve figures some things out with the help of a stray comment from Robin and a stuffed toy bat. Across the table, Robin makes a strangled noise and says, “Holy shit,” eyes wide. Steve clears his throat. “What?”  “I can’t believe I didn’t see it.” Steve folds his arms over his stomach and Eddie sobers, setting the bat on the table and poking at his food. Nancy’s brow furrows and she says, “See what?”

strange currencies

4.3k / T / August 2022

When Steve steps in to break up a bar fight at The Hideout, the owner thanks him with free booze. A lot of free booze. By the time Eddie gets him home, Steve can barely stand, let alone wash his hair. But there’s puke in Steve’s hair, and he can’t sleep like that, so what’s Eddie to do? He washes Steve’s hair for him, and he expects it to be weird, but he doesn’t expect it to come with any revelations.

(Basically: Steve is drunk; Eddie gives him a bath and has feelings)

fix you up

2.5k / T / September 2022

It’s been a while since someone touched him like this. With this kind of…tenderness. And it’s all because he got punched in the face. Again. It’s not because Eddie wants to. Then again, Steve thinks as Eddie takes his time tending to Steve, he could’ve steered Steve toward the bathroom and let him patch himself up. He didn’t have to do it himself. Maybe… Eddie patches Steve up after he gets into a fight at The Hideout.

more than a feeling (that’s the power of love)

5.6k / T / October 2022

This was meant to be a fun weekend away for Steve and Eddie. Leave Hawkins, and all the memories there, behind for a few days. Drink some beers, maybe do some fishing or outdoorsy shit. Get some R&R. But now they’re tied up in some weirdo’s basement, facing imminent death, and Steve’s never told Eddie he wishes they were more than friends.

Not exactly the relaxing weekend he was hoping for.

never can say goodbye

2.3k / T / November 2022

Eddie watches as Steve slips his keys down the back of the couch, followed by his wallet on the other side. Then he takes off his jacket, balls it up, and stuffs it under the coffee table.

It’s like he’s setting up a bizarre treasure hunt, that’s the only way Eddie can explain it; Eddie’s about to say something along the lines of Having fun? or maybe What’s my prize if I find everything? when Steve takes off his watch and slips it under the couch. That’s when Eddie decides not to say anything, see where this goes. If Steve wants to play whatever game this is, Eddie’s more than curious enough to let him.

but the fire is so delightful

6.6k / T / December 2022

When Robin and Dustin back out of a trip to Steve’s grandparents’ cabin over Christmas break, Steve’s a little disappointed. But he can’t lie: the idea of spending the weekend alone with Eddie is pretty damn appealing. He’d been hoping to get Eddie away from the others, so he could finally tell him how he feels, and now he’s got the whole weekend to do it.

a single resolution

1.8k / T / December 2022

It’s New Year’s Eve and Steve doesn’t want to be the only one without someone to kiss at midnight, so he slips away to spend the rest of 1989 alone in his room. And then Eddie finds him.

(A New Year’s Eve first kiss)

Another year—another decade—is coming to a close and Steve is still alone. A burst of laughter sounds behind him, reminding him of his apartment is full of friends, the ones who called earlier because they can’t be here, and he amends alone to single.

Most of the time, he can bear it, but it’s harder at night. And harder still on New Year’s Eve, surrounded by happy couples. He loves his friends and he’s happy for them, but seeing them so in love only makes the ache in him grow.

Podfic by Amanita_Fierce

little things mean a lot

1.7 k / T / January 2023

Shafts of light dance over the room as a sweetly cool breeze flutters the curtains. One catches on a small glass bottle sitting on Steve’s dresser. It reminds him there’s something he’s been wanting to ask Eddie for a while now:

“How come you don’t bring me stuff anymore?”

(The one where Eddie used to bring Steve random trinkets but there was a small misunderstanding)

single / taken / pining

4.4 k / T / February 2023

When a girl Steve’s trying to flirt with starts flirting with Eddie, Steve says the only thing that comes to mind: he tells her Eddie’s married. It’s not his smoothest moment, but it works, and Eddie goes along with it. It's not like Eddie was interested, anyway, and he figures Steve wanted the ladies to himself. So, Steve figures that must be it, too.

But a little later it hits him: he doesn’t want to keep the ladies to himself. He wants to keep Eddie to himself.

Also posted in parts on tumblr

Table for Two

3.4 k / T / February 2023

And maybe Eddie still thinks Valentine’s Day, specifically, is kind of bullshit, but looking at Steve standing in front of him, so fucking handsome and making Eddie’s pulse skip just by being there, he gets why so many people fall for it.

Eddie doesn’t think when Steve mentions Valentine’s Day, just goes into his usual spiel, not realizing he might be trampling all over Steve’s hopes and plans until it’s too late. And that’s how he ends up determined to give Steve the best Valentine’s Day ever.

to be close to you

1.6k / T / March 2023

Eddie picks up the sweater, cradling it in his hands. It’s soft, and Eddie already knows it smells like Steve, but he brings it to his face and inhales anyway. Fuck, it smells good. Steve smells good. A wave of heat washes through Eddie, and he flops back again, face still covered by the sweater. What is he doing? Steve leaves his sweater behind after he and Eddie hang out, and Eddie has feelings about it.

those magic fingers

2.4k / T / March 2023

Eddie has a sore back, Steve offers the solution: one back rub. Totally platonic. No ulterior motives or hidden feelings whatsoever. “Okay, just—” Steve pauses, suddenly wondering what the hell he’s doing and why he offered to do this. But he did, and if he backs down, Eddie will know something’s up. So, he draws in a deep breath and says, “Tell me if it hurts.”

the sweetest words

1.2k / T / March 2023

“Why do you have a favorite part of my face?” “Why wouldn’t I?” “Why would you?” “Because.” “That’s not an answer.” “Oh, my friend, but it is.” (Wherein Eddie likes Steve's face and tells him all about his favorite parts)

Whenever you need shelter

4.4k / T / May 2023

Steve locks himself out of the house on a stormy night when his parents are out of town. It’s not an ideal situation, but it leads him to Eddie’s where he gets warm and dry and learns a few things about himself. “You know, seeing Steve Harrington in a Slayer shirt might just make my whole week.” He pushes off the dresser he’s leaning against and claps a hand to Steve’s arm. His brows shoot up and he says, “Shit, dude, you’re freezing,” rubbing his hands over Steve’s arms. Warmth flows through Steve and, distantly, he thinks it might be from more than the motion of Eddie’s hands making Steve’s blood circulate. He raises a brow, heart beating inexplicably hard.

half as much

1.8k / T / July 2023

A wish. The last thing Steve needs tonight. But he closes his eyes all the same, wishes coming too easily, the first that he could have this every night. Or, not this exactly, but being with Eddie. More and more, all Steve wants to do is hang out with him. Be near him. There’s something about him, and the way being with him makes Steve feel—he wishes it was like this with the girls he’s been dating lately.

Inspired by this beautiful art

always be like this

2.1k / T / July 2023

This thing with Eddie started on the first day of summer, and Steve feels good about that. Every now and then, he wonders if it’s a summer romance, period, wishing the summer could last forever so he’ll never have to find out, but… No. It feels more solid than that. Like it's going to last. He splashes Eddie again, and Eddie splashes him back, and it turns into a game of who can splash each other the most (Steve wins, no matter what Eddie says) and they wrestle and dunk each other until Steve’s lungs ache with laughing and Eddie finally admits defeat.

Under the Porch Light

1.9k / T / August 2023

After that, it kind of becomes a thing: the two of them on the step outside Eddie’s trailer, talking and talking. It’s gradual, and it’s not something they do consciously, so Eddie doesn’t realize that it’s becoming a thing, but it’s not long before those nights with Steve become a highlight in his life.

Inspired by this beautiful art

#steddie #masterlist #steve x eddie #pizzaqueenfic

[spiritshaydra]

✨WELCOME!!✨

🎆TABLE OF CONTENTS🎆

Introduction

List of Links

Art Info

Art Status

Repost Information

Special Tags

Basic Tags

Spotify Playlists

🎇INTRODUCTION🎇

Howdy! I’m Spirit (or Spit) and I’m a self proclaimed artist that specializes in primarily science fiction artwork. My favorite things to draw and design are aliens, mecha, monsters, and critters of all kinds. For fan art, the main fandoms I make art for are Transformers, Fossil Fighters, Pokémon, and occasionally Star Wars. However, the VAST majority of my fan work is going to be Transformers. Specifically Transformers Prime. I’ve been deep in robot hell since 2015 and I’m showing no signs of ever resurfacing any time soon. 💀

I’m currently working on getting my bachelor’s in Geology, so my art posts may be sporadic. I love all sorts of forms of science! My favorites being Geology (of course), Paleontology, Biology (specifically Marine, evolutionary, and Astro), Meteorology, Oceanography, and Astronomy! I’m hoping to go into researching hydrothermal vent systems, the ocean floor, or really anything involving plate tectonics and volcanism. (I do hope to weasel my way into astrobiology eventually. And maybe even interning with NASA again in the future as space exploration regarding the evidence of extraterrestrial life is a huge passion of mine)

I also absolutely ADORE science fiction worldbuilding and speculative biology! I’d love to post more of my insanity regarding that sort of thing in the future, may it be wholly original work or not. (Spec bio documents and ref sheets on preexisting alien races from fiction for example)

Also, I’m always looking for more people to ramble to about similar interests, so feel free to reach out! I’m unfortunately also a very chatty person 💀

🌄LINKS:🌄

DECEPTICON CRAIGSLIST (Discord server!)

REDBUBBLE SHOP

INSTAGRAM

INSTAGRAM (Sketchdump)

TOYHOUSE

ART FIGHT

🌇ART INFO🌇

I may presently be primarily a digital artist, but a good portion of my skills were originally learned through traditional art, with me fully making the switch over to digital back in the spring of 2020. So as a result, I tend to do a lot of things manually when I draw which is likely also why I usually take a LONG time to complete things. I do also dabble in other art forms such as cosplay and sculpture, but not as often as I’d like to. ^^’

DIGITAL ART:

Procreate

iPad (all digital art created prior to 2020 was done on a shattered iPad with a finger)

(prior to 2019) Adobe Photoshop Sketch (it kinda sucked)

TRADITIONAL ART:

Copic Markers

Prismacolor Markers

Micron Fineliners

Watercolors

Posca Pens

🌆ART STATUS:🌆

Art Requests: Closed (However if I’m given a question or prompt in my ask box that piques my interest enough I’ll definitely draw it)

Art Commissions: Closed

Art Trades: Ask!

Regarding my those wishing to draw my OCs: Please do! I will love and cherish any art I get of my goobers, as it’s one of those things that absolutely brightens my day. I also have the tendency to try to pin whatever art I get to my wall so I can look at it for a burst of happiness. :,D

🌅REPOST INFORMATION:🌅

Generally, please don’t! If you do want to repost my artwork, please ask me before you do!

When reposting my work, be sure to:

Tag me in the image itself (when possible)

Credit me in the description of the post/bio in a place that’s easily visible. Not hidden amongst a bunch of tags and/or aesthetic emojis and whatnot. (Preferably by @ ‘ing me)

Do not remove or alter my watermark in any way, shape, or form.

Do not remove or alter my signature in any way, shape, or form.

Do not commercialize my work whatsoever.

🌉SPECIAL TAGS:🌉

#Spirit’s OC Vault

This is the tag I use for anything and everything involving the characters I personally have designed.

#Just Voyna Things

This tag is used for any artwork or content involving my Sona, Voyna.

#Real Spirit Refs

This tag contains all of my character reference sheets.

🌃BASIC TAGS:🌃

#My art

Self explanatory. It’s artwork I’ve created myself.

#Others art

Also self explanatory. It’s artwork made by other people.

#Spit takes

My ramblings.

#Weird Science

Any cool and/or funky posts involving science.

#Gift art

Art made for me and art I’ve made for others.

#Art reference

Self explanatory.

#Reblog

Take a guess.

🌌SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS:🌌

SPITCORE 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: It’s literally just my catchall playlist where I drop everything and anything that scratches my brain even just a little bit. It’s got a shitton of Muse and Nothing but Thieves on it. And it’s like over thirty hours long.

WOAH!! EMCORE!!: This is a playlist based on my OC Requiem that’s a combination of stuff I think fits her and songs she’d like. Take a guess which is which. It’s essentially angsty alt rock and metal, old fandom songs, things you’d find in warrior cats AMVs and flipnotes back in 2012, and the like. <3

#Spotify

[brightgreendandelions]

inspired by this post

transcript undercut!

gen z come here come here! because this organization that's claiming to represent you, is heading to DC next monday to lobby for the kids online safety bill. an act that they have been told to their face, multiple times for over a year, that will be mass censorship for the entire internet. will lead to you being forced to upload your government ID online to access the entire internet. will force everybody's parents to see they're doing on their phones, so you live in a horrible situation, or you're gay and you haven't come out yet, or you're scarred to. too bad! because this organization claims it's actually good for you, is actually going to protect you! so this is what we're going to do.

you're going to do three things. you're going to go [https://linktr.ee/omarsbigsister] here you're going to sign the petitions i have. i have more right here.

the second thing you are going to do, is you are going to call one of the most influential senators, who can stop this! this is her number [presumably +1 as US phone code] [[phone]]. you're going to tell her as a minor, as a member of gen z, you do not want this bill. i'm going to post a little strip that you can read off of when calling her. you can actually just use bad internet bills and put in here phone number, and it will automatically connect you to your members of congress and then her. this is the script [it's also in the link tree]. this is another script is a little bit more comprehensive and you can actually see the full text of this under the callscript and resources that i showed earlier.

than you are going to call the committee that overseeing this bill, that she is a leader on right here [202-224-0411]. and you're going to tell them the same things. then you are going to call this number [(202)-224-6542], which is the leader of the whole senate and you're going to tell him the same exact things.

the third thing i want you to do is to want you to talk publicly about how terrible this bill is. because again it's a mass censorship bill. if you want to know more about it i have a whole playlist on my page. i want you to tag big accounts in the stiff you make, maybe in the stuff i make. because they have to know that, if this bill passes, there stuff will be censored too. because everything that the far right does not like will be attacked and censored.

anybody who's been stressed about what's going on with the supreme court, with climate change, with all these shootings [the tiktok has that bit censored as "$h0*tighs" haha] going around, and feel like they don't have anything to do to make the word a better place, this is something you can do! this is something that you can actually influence because, if we lose the internet, if we will or mode of communication, we lose everything!!

#textpost #tiktok reupload #so you guys don't have to expose yourself to it #repost #kosa bill #tiktok #some questionable information tbh #call to action #us politics

[imtalkin]

Eics : 1 Year Celebration Schedule ♥️

(This schedule runs on EST and begins on July 15th at midnight)

Midnight : listen to the standard version of emails I can’t send just like we did a year ago! Revisit notes you took while listening if you did that. What were your favorite songs at first? Your first top 3? Your least favorite? Let’s discuss!

3 am : It may not be a Wednesday but we’ll talk about Skinny Dipping anyway ☕️ We’ll listen to the song, watch some live performances, watch the music video again, etc.

5 am : “Life moves pretty fast! If you don’t stop to look around once in a while you might miss it!” It’s time for Fast Times! Listen to the song, watch the music video, and whatever else I might post about it!

8 am : Maybe you expected this to just be an album streaming party and you’re looking at all these times so early in the morning (if you’re in my time zone) and you might be thinking… why you gotta be so Vicious? Let’s listen to Vicious and talk about all the singles so far! Which song was your favorite when they were all releasing? I’ll post a poll and we can vote!

10 am : Watch the Summer of Galaxy! I’ll be sharing a link to a YouTube video someone posted of Sabrina’s whole performance!

2 pm : We all remember hearing because I liked a boy for the first time. Let’s go back in time. 🐯

4 pm : Let’s listen to eics : fwd and talk about our favorite deluxe songs! Rank them all 💌

5 pm : I’ll be posting some interviews throughout the day but mostly around this time!

6 pm : my url namesake! Let’s talk Nonsense. What are your favorite Nonsense outros from tour? Which one did you get if you got to see her?

7 pm : Tour memories! I’ll be posting videos from when I saw her, videos from other people, etc. Share your own memories if you got to see her OR your favorite videos you’ve seen online! What tour outfits are your favorite? What did you wear when you saw her? Favorite cover she sang? Which one did you get? Tell me all of the things!

9 pm : I’ll be posting a playlist of eics songs mixed with songs Sabrina has covered on tour! 🎶

11 pm : The End! Thank you in advance for spending the one year anniversary of emails I can’t send with me! I hope you enjoy all the silly posts I make and that your day was perfect 💌

(I will not be awake the entire day but I’m scheduling everything and there will be almost nonstop content! I can only make 250 posts a day I think so I’ll have to be careful!)

Use the tags - 1 year celebration or one year of eics to show me things! ♥️

#one year celebration schedule #sabrina carpenter #1 year of eics #emails I can’t send

[seblaineworld]

Hey, Seblainers! Hellooooo, everyone else!

It's almost here! Please join us to celebrate our first event - Seblainiversary 2022, from Friday November 4th until Sunday November 6th.

It will be 11 years on November 8th 2022 since our beautiful boys met for the very first time (who can ever forget the moment their eyes meet across the crowded room, and their instant attraction?), so to this end, we have two themes for you all to write/create around.

Eleven

Do whatever you like with this, just as long as 11 is clearly incorporated in some way. Maybe they met at 11 years old in an AU setting, perhaps they are reunited after 11 years of no contact, or could it be their 11th Wedding Anniversary? It's up to you, and we can't wait to see what you all come up with.

Steel

Steel is the traditional gift given for an 11th Anniversary, and when you reflect on some of the characteristics of steel, you'll realise what a perfect theme it is for Seblaine! Steel, is known for its durability, strength and how it is almost virtually resistant to damage, no matter what it goes through!

So we want your creations to clearly show steel as an important factor - could it refer to a plane? Something one has given to the other at some point during their friendship/relationship? Maybe it's referring to the colour, or the metal itself? It's entirely up to you! Get creative, and let your imaginations run wild!

The Rules

When?

The event runs from midnight (your own timezone) on Friday November 4th until 23:59 (of your own timezone) on Sunday November 6th 2022.

Who can take part?

Anyone and everyone who shares our love of Seblaine!

What can we submit?

Anything, as long as it is Seblaine-related! Fics, Graphics, Gifs, Gifsets, Videos, Manips, Playlists, Lyrics - anything you like as long as it fits the themes! We're looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with.

Please remember to use #seblaineworld and #seblainiversary2022 within the first five tags, and also put @seblaineworld in your posts, since we all know just how flaky Tumblr can be about tags!

Be sensible and considerate. We all know that not everyone shares our love of Seblaine, and even within our own tiny (but always fierce!) Seblainer Fandom, there are those who don't enjoy mature content, so please ensure you tag everything you submit, appropriately.

Can I post on any day during the event?

Yes! You can post on any day as the two themes run concurrently. If you want to combine both themes into one piece of work, that's fine too!

Do I need to submit something for each day?

Absolutely not. If you want to contribute something for every day, then of course you can, but it's not a requirement at all. We know everyone has busy lives, so just do what you can, when you can.

Can I post a WIP or work that fits the themes even if I started it before the Seblainiversary 2022 announcement?

Absolutely! Both of us have done this before and feel it's a great way to refresh creativity, so feel free to post anything you've already started, providing it fits one or both themes!

When do we start posting?

As soon as it becomes Friday 4th November in your own timezone, post your work to your Tumblr blog, and as mentioned above, please tag it #seblaineworld and #seblainiversary2022 and make sure those two are in your first five tags. Please also put @seblaineworld somewhere in your post.

If you're going to be posting your work to another site like AO3 or ff.net, post a properly tagged link on your Tumblr.

A Seblainiversary 2022 collection will be added to AO3. More details nearer the time.

Can I post late?

Yes! We know how time can occasionally run away from us all, so everything posted will be reblogged until Friday November 11th.

You haven't reblogged my work yet!

No problem! Again, because Tumblr can be (very!) erratic, just send us an Ask or message if we haven't reblogged your work within 24 hours of you posting it, and one of us will get onto it right away.

So, that's it! We're excited to see all your work, and hope you'll join us for our first event as the new home of Seblaine events. Just drop us an Ask or message if you have a question that's not been covered here, and we'll see you all on November 4th!

Ail & Lisa

#seblainiversary 2022 #seblaineworld #seblaine #sebastian x blaine #we're so excited! #please share and reblog! #here we goooooo! #seblainer events #signal boost

[moodmusicmonday]

To our sweet MMM followers: OH MY WORD! These random, rapid fire tags are getting out of hand! I just sent a message to Tumblr, so hopefully we will have some answers soon as to why this is happening (y'all are receiving the tags immediately after I paste the URL for the Spotify playlist... I'm not hitting "post", not editing old posts. It's so strange!). But please know: we are so sorry! The multiple tag business is ANNOYING, but please know we're working on it!

But you know what's NOT annoying?

✨THIS BRAND NEW PLAYLIST✨

Check it out NOW! This particular playlist is fueled by all sorts of emotions, giving us a delicious mix of music and fics! We also have some fics that have been posted for our reading pleasure (look for the 📖, then click on the title/link), so make sure you go like, comment and reblog! Show your support!

And as always, thank you all for being so encouraging and supportive of this blog! We love each and every one of y'all dearly! 💜

~🎵~

@ao719

📖 “Feel Something” - Landon Austin; Best Kept Secrets, Chapter 7: Don’t Tell Me We’re Nothing (TRR; Liam x f!OC); posted 11/4

“Hunger” - Ross Copperman; Best Kept Secrets, Chapter 8:  It’s Never Ending (TRR; Liam x f!OC)

“Start of Something Good” - Daughtry; Vancross, Chapter 9:  This Might End Up Like It Should (Multiple Crossover; Liam x f!OC)

📖 “Bad Guy” - We Three; The Pact, Part 2 (TRR; Liam x f!OC); posted 10/26

“Tempt My Trouble” - Bishop Briggs; The Pact, Part 3 (TRR; Liam x f!OC)

@bebepac

📖 “Golgotha Tenement Blues” - Machines of Loving Grace; The Vampires Live On, Part 2 [TRR; Liam x Riley (Richard x Alice)]; posted 11/1

@phoenixrising0308

“Castle of Glass” - Linkin Park; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 9: Castle of Glass [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“Leave Out All the Rest” - Linkin Park; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 10a: Leave out all the rest [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“My Immortal” - Evanescence; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 10b: TBD [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“The Winner Takes All” - Mack Loren; Waltz to remember [TRR/OPH]

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“notice me” - ROLE MODEL ft. BENEE; Irreplaceable, Chapter 23:  Can’t Stand When You’re Not Close to Me (TRR AU;  Leo x Riley)

“Mastermind” - Taylor Swift, We Belong Together, AU One-Shot: All You Did Was Smile (TRR AU; King Aiden x Riley)

“this is how you fall in love” - Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler; If the Fates Allow, AU One-Shot:  Fall in Love (TRR AU; Leo x Riley; Liam x Marena)

📖 “Wings” - Birdy; Would’ve Gave It All, Part 5: In the Moment We’re Lost and Found (TRR/RoE; Leo x Riley); posted 10/26

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[siobhanhawthorne]

I haven't made an actual post that wasn't a reblog in a queue in almost ten years? But @bi-bats tagged me so I had to change that!

name: Amandine but Siobhan on the Internet because it's much prettier

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home: south of France (unfortunatelly)(help me, we need to cancel summer)

favorite animal: in the wild, wolves; to live with, cats 💖

cereal of choice: a good old porridge with fruits, almonds and hazelnuts (I am 86 years old inside)

visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: eeer depends on what I'm learning? But I guess mostly kinesthetic then visual then auditory

first pet: a gorgeous cat named Speedy who had so much Maine Coon in him it was crazy; the guy actually had some kittens with a neighbour's cat, spent a while there to look after the kittens while the Mrs took a break, and once they were old enough, brought all of them home to show them off (he was an amazing cat dad)

favorite scent: most foods

do you believe in astrology: nope, I'm more on the "down to earth" side (see what I did there?)

how many playlists on spotify/apple music: I feel so old answering this but I use neither of those, I usually buy my albums digitally and listen to them offline, plus I rarely make playlists but I made one a couple days ago with just the songs with lyrics from the season 3 of The Witcher

sharpies or highlighters: highlighters

songs that make you cry: Never Let me Down Again by Jessica Mazin; Enchanted Flowers by Joey Batey, Joseph Trapanese, feat. Percival Schuttenbach; Let Her Go by Passenger (links to YouTube)

songs that make you happy: suddenly realising that it's so difficult for me to find some because apparently I tend to go for songs that make me either sad or angry?? That's Alright by Laura Mvula; It's Raining Them by Mila Jam; Photosynthesis by Frank Turner (and so many of his other songs) and it's pretty niche but Ar vuhez ? by War-sav

do you write/draw/create: I used to write but haven't in so, so many years, I hope to find the time and energy to start again soon! Otherwise I crochet and embroider stuff

I'm tagging anyone that might be interested in doing this, maybe @sergeisilence if you feel like it?

#tagged #look at that an actual post