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umepnnn · 3 years

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astro observations i

!! these are solely based on my personal opinions, observations, and experiences. take what resonates 💗

some sagittarius (suns/stelliums/personal planets) i know tend to put their phone on the max volume when they watch youtube videos, tiktok, etc.

and sometimes it's without the consideration for others who are also doing/watching something in the same space.

to be exact, i saw this in people who either had scorpio sun + sagittarius stellium or sagittarius sun + scorpio stellium 😃

sagittarius people like to sing or sing a lot, some like dancing too.

virgo mercuries at a pisces degree (12°, 24°) could have good grades, even all As, but people would still get surprised when they see them study.

i find cancers, especially risings, bad at lying and i think it's because of their expressiveness in their facial expressions and the way they talk.

taurus venuses can like someone (romantically) for a very long time.

this could be one-sided crush for years, long-term relationships, or even being unable to get over an ex for a long time.

virgos don't really make up lies, they tend to hide.

pisces risings look so good with blue eyes and/or cool undertone makeup/style.

sagittarius mercuries at a scorpio degree (8°, 20°) and/or in 8H don't know what tf they're saying but people tend to just agree with them.

they also come up with the most bizarre lies/plans to get away from doing something and people would still believe it & go along with them.

taurus sun/rising/degree in AC are very photogenic.

✨ itsy-bitsy commercial break ✨

personal note. i think jung jaewon is a cancer rising.

it'll be easier to observe watching his videos and interviews but here are some pictures in case anyone wants to take a guess :)

won't be elaborating much because i think i might make a separate post for him lololol but look at those big eyes and the round-ish face pluss the calming watery vibes (*´ー｀*)

andd... we're back 🌟

gemini moons just know what to do in any event/situation, or they look like they do, especially in domestic stuff.

geminis are known for just ✨knowing✨ things, while moon shows our natural instincts/habits in situations.

pisces venuses tend to post sad quotes or songs when they're upset in love (and they want their partner to know that).

people who have venus square saturn are usually in a love hate relationship with people with authority (parents, teachers, bosses, etc).

pisces mars are clueless and they show it when reacting to things. a lot of times they use that cluelessness (feigning innocence) to lie too.

as a pisces rising, i get away with a lot of stuff and i don't even know why i do.

probably because pisces risings are treated more gently than others?

i noticed that whenever i got into trouble along with my friends, the adults who's doing the scolding would talk to me in a softer tone while my friends would get yelled at their faces lmao

capricorn men's eyes are soooo attractive. i notice this in men with capricorn stelliums, especially ones that have sun included.

maybe it's just me who's attracted to capricorns LOL but to provide examples: kim taehyung bts and timothee chalamet with a capricorn stellium of sun mercury mars uranus neptune, zayn malik with capricorn sun mercury uranus neptune. and a guy friend of mine who has cap sun mercury and chiron.

gemini suns/risings/stelliums tend to have baby-ish teeth. like the two in the front might look a little bit bigger than the rest and have a slight plunge like a rabbit's. or sometimes their smile just looks very child-like.

taurus placements 🤝 2H virgo/virgo placements: having keen taste of food

"this water tastes different" (literally what they said to me)

hope everyone enjoyed this 🌟 i would gladly appreciate any feedbacks and inputs on these! just remember that they are only observations which are NOT meant to be taken seriously 💗

always grateful for reblogs 💞 please take care and stay healthy!

sending love and positive energies, lily.

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honeyedhoseok · 3 years

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8th MEMEBR OF BTS

• STAGE NAME: Kim Yvonne (김 이본)

• BIRTH NAME: Park Chanelle

• BIRTHDAY: December 31st, 1995

• HEIGHT: 5"9

• PROFESSION: K-pop Idol

• GROUP: BTS

• LABEL: Big Hit

• POSITION: Lead Vocalist, Visual,Sub-rapper, writer, producer.

• DEBUT DATE: June 13th, 2013

• FACE CLAIM: seunghwibaby on ig

• VOICE CLAIM: Madison Beer+Ariana Grande. Rap voice claim: Lisa (BP)

EXTRA INFO ABOUT KIM YVONNE

• NICKNAMES: vonnie, nellie, baby, Big Hit's princess

• TALENTS: can play drums, electric guitar and piano.

• HIDDEN TALENTS: can hold her breath for 4 minutes, is very felixible, excellent at volleyball and basketball.

• LOVE LIFE: is currently single, has 4 exes.

• SUBLINGS: 1 twin brother, Park Jongin.

• SEXUALITY: she's bisexual

• AESTHETIC: femme fatale

• HER PERSONALITY: she's the sweetest little thing ever. everyone's first impression of her was 'bubbly, adorable and sweet'. she's extremely selfless and is constantly putting others before herself in any situation even if she's at a disadvantage. very smart, a little introverted. can be really quite or really loud, no in-between. can seem cold on the outside but she's the warmest person on the inside. broken gen z humor. clingy baby, loves skinship.

• was diagnosed with ADHD Inattentive was she was 13, anxiety and depression when she was 19.

• is unsecure about her looks

• fake maknae

• has three awards on her solo project

• her voice is on the deep side but she can go really high

• MUSIC GENRE: loves pop, RnB and Trap.

• PETS: two chow chow dogs, Oliver and Sirius Black.

• TATTOOS: A sun and a Cresent on her hand, a cloud on her middle finger and ARMY'S shield on her ring finger, 'kookie'on her wrist, a heart in her palm, and a ⁷ behind her ear

• PIERCINGS: three on each ear, nose piercing.

• SOLO PROJECTS: 'Selenophilia' three singles and 10 songs in total.

'Venus Records' two singles and 9 songs in total

CELEBRITY CRUSHES:

• People Crushing On KYV:

• Jackson Wang (GOT7), Wooyoung and Seonghwa (ATEEZ), GRAY and Jay Park (AOMG), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Chan and Han (STRAY KIDS), KAI (EXO).

• Crushes KYV has:

• Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Wonho, Jay Park, Hwasa (MAMAMOO), Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK), Madison Beer, Yeonjun (TXT).

A GUIDE TO THE SHIPS: withing BTS

VONJOON/RAPVON

• 45% family, 55% romance

• fourth biggest ship in K-pop.

• she's his baby, you can't convince me otherwise.

• she looks up to namjoon alot.

• king and queen of destruction

• writing duo

• calling eachother 'honey' platonically

• too many inside jokes

• can be annoying, because who ever is around them WILL third wheel.

• "BTS and the world third wheeling joon and vonnie for 25 minutes straight" videos

• back massages because carrying the music industry is painful

• they trust eachother so much

• will always spill to eachother about their worries.

• the respect is through the roof

• love for days

• vonjoon/ rapvon stans are either rock hard or soft af

• HUGS

• this man is a giant and the hight difference is just enough for him to scoop her up in his arms and squeeze the life out of her.

• they can carry smart conversations most of the time, but not all the time

• "joon, what's the difference between horses and donkeys?"

• "°_°"

• "deadass"

• wholesome relationship :)

SEOKVON/ VONJIN

• 70% family, 30% romance

• will babie her, he must babie her.

• he's so protective of his wittle vonnie

• is always checking up on her.

• he thinks she's the most precious angel in the world that need to be rocked to sleep and fed every couple of hours.

• gives everyone normal cups, but Yvonne get a sippy cup with sunflower prints on it.

• THEY LOUD AS HELL OH MY GOD

• one can spot their shenanigans from a mile away.

• a lot of "Jin and von being chaotic neutral" for an hour straight videos

• he taught her how to fish

• cooking buddies

• making cookies at 3 in the morning

• crackhead energy that fills up a tank

• will shamelessly stock up tampons and pads for her

• THE LOVE IS CONTAGIOUS

• INFECTIOUS LOVE

• sibling fights for no reason

• seokvon/vonjin stans are the softest ever

• wholesome babies

MINVON/ VONGI

• 65% family, 35% romance

• IS VERY VERY PROTECTIVE OF HER.

• has the biggest soft spot for her

• he's her little meow meow

• they go fishing together (w/ Jin)

• she has the passcode to his studio

• PRODUCER DUO

• the amount of unreleased tracks is insane.

• he pretends he doesn't like her hugs, but in reality he instantly melts in her arms.

• the only person he'll let cuddle him.

• deep convos

• stargazing

• sharing bandanas

• not a lot of skinship

• keeping eachother entertained during award shows

• WIGGLY YOONGI DANCE TOGETHER

• gummy smiles :')

• minvon/vongi stans are soft and well fed

• playing basketball together

• armys making "suga and yvonne being babies" compilation videos

• they're the type of duo who you be in a room doing literally whatever and someone you'd walk in, stare at them and slowing retreat thinking they just walked into some cult activities

• silently take care of eachother

• smallest acts of intimacy

• tiny babies

JUNGVONNIE/VONHOPE/HOVI

• 50% family, 50%romance

• team chaos

• THE ULTIMATE DANCE DUO OH MY GOD

• doing the weirdest things ever without questioning it

• compliments that turn into, "no u, no u, NO I SAID YOU"

• he's secretly her favourite

• yvonne and hobi are basically what its like to mix gummy bears, skittles, rainbow belts and honey. SWEETNESS AND HAPPINESS AND SUNSHINE ALL AROUND UWU

• THE VOLUME IS ASTRONOMICAL

• but like thank god one of them has an iq above 6

• the amount of "hobi and voni being rays of sunshine" for 30 minutes straight videos is insane

• Comfort Inn ™

• CUDDLES

• she will cling to him as if he's the last human alive.

• they're in their own universe almost all the time

• jungvonnie/vonhope/hovi stan are so soft if they see a video of hobi and voni laughing they will cry

• loveliest relationship

TAEVON/ 2V/ VONHYUNG

• 20% family, 80% romance

• third biggest ship in K-pop

• they get a little too hot on stage

• she's his favourite person

• she makes him feel so safe

• the walking memes

• GUCCI EVERYWHERE

• being weird together

• always teamed up in any situation

• DEEP VOICE DUO

• dog parents

• yeontan, Oliver and Sirius are literal siblings

• coffee 'dates'

• actual fashion icons

• king and queen of resting bitch faces

• skinship at its finest

• a new dating rumor every other day it's not even shocking at this point

• they are always taking naps somewhere, can be backstage, can during an award show, can be during practice, doesn't matter. naps.

• they're always there for eachother, mentally and physically.

• "tae and vonnie being adorable for 10 minutes straight" videos

• t r u s t

• are always playing with each others hair

• taevon/2V/vonhyung stans are either hardcore af or soft af

• sweetest relationship

( i can't add a jimin gif due to a limit in submitting)

JIVON/VONMIN/2PARK

• 2% family, 98% romance

• biggest ship in K-pop

• they're always together no matter what

• skinship to the literal max

• holding hands, cheek kisses, cuddling, hugs, sitting on each other's laps, all of it.

• matching hair colours.

• they're either being the tiniest babies together or everyone's OTP, no in between.

• 'power couple' at award shows, matching outfits, dance solos, harmonizing together, they got it.

• all over eachother on stage, as if no one is watching.

• Yvonne 'platonically' calls jimin baby, but he blushes everytime.

• him calling her noona

• they don't give the army the chance to breath, because they are never here to play

• they have the most iconic lines that genuinely sound like fake subs

• que the "jimin and yvonne being a married couple for 20 minutes straight" videos

• they are either really chill or hella energetic

• the jivon/vonmin/2park stans are probably the hardest stans in the fandom.

• sweethearts :')

( I can't add a jungkook gif)

VONKOOK/ JEONVONNIE

• 10% family, 90% romance.

• second biggest ship in K-pop

• golden maknaes

• vocal duo

• "_____ hyung won't scold us"

• they're banana milk addicts

• poutty bunnies

• she's literally kookie's role model

• he always has his head on her shoulder

• they have several matching tattoos (a heart on their palms, he has 'vonnie' on his wrist and she has 'kookie' her wrist, and a '⁷' behind their ears).

• they're always covering songs together

• crackhead energy is through the roof

• they are the chaotic good/evil

• hands all over eachother all the time

• on stage

• during practice

• on vlives

• awards shows, whatever

• fancams of their solo performances always tend to go viral

• whenever they're are in the same room, just know something is going to get spoiled. always.

• king and queen of highnotes

• "jungkook and yvonne being BTS' babies" videos

• they (+tae) are rapline's biggest fans

• the weird drunkies

• they are always eating something, can be ramen, can be an unpeeled banana, you never know.

the vonkook/jeonvonnie stans are the most confused turned on stans ever, but they are quite well fed.

( lmao I hope u liked this)

#bts x reader #bts layouts #btsgif #8th member of bts #8th member au #denoire #submission

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hetahonda · 4 years

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hetalia college AU headcanons

North Italy/Feliciano Vargas:

Fine Arts

Considered joining his brother Lovino in culinary arts, but wanted to try something outside of the Vargas family restaurant business, so here he is now

Feliciano’s favourite thing to draw is people, so his sketchbook is usually filled with drawings of his friends, family, and the occasional cat

Likes watching conspiracy videos on Youtube before bed, but scares himself to the point where he has to camp with Ludwig for the night

His Spotify playlist for when he’s working on coursework ranges from Monteverdi to songs from the Veggietales soundtrack

He’s usually really chatty, but is radio silent whenever he falls sick (which is pretty often, his immune system is terrible), and it’s unnerving as hell

Tells his professors that he’s ‘resting his eyes’ a lot to cover up for the fact that he can’t stay awake in class

Somehow, he’s friends with everyone on campus

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt:

Mechanical Engineering, because he’s a nerd like that

Ludwig’s notes are a work of art. He meticulously colour codes and binds all his material, and often receives offers to buy his notes during exam periods

Tends to forget to eat, so he eats a lot whenever he has the time to. His roommate Feliciano’s usually kind enough to share, his brother Gilbert not so much

President of the Student Council, and uses his Council privilege to get away with bringing his dogs into his dorm room

People call him a square - he’s a rigid, straight-edge rule follower to a t, but football season is when Ludwig is really in his element. That’s when he and Gilbert bust out the jerseys, beer, and go absolutely ham in front of the TV

Secretly wants to quit Council to join the football team

Japan/Kiku Honda:

Kiku deliberated between Digital Animation and the more ‘traditional’ route of engineering before deciding that if he was going to suffer for three years he was going to suffer doing something he liked

He only has the motivation to study at night, so he games all day and mugs all night. He lives off a diet of Red Bull and cup noodles

Roomies with Alfred. The both of them throw the sickest gaming parties every Friday night, just so that they can trash their guests at Super Smash Bros

Has a whole bunch of anime keychains and pins hanging off his bag that probably weigh more than the actual contents of his bag. Kiku’s cousin Yao’s hair got caught in it once and it took a lot of screaming before they managed to pull him free

Somehow manages to maintain that 4.0 GPA with that shitty sleep schedule/diet of his? How does he do it

America/Alfred F Jones:

ASTROPHYSICS ALL THE WAY BABY!

Al really loves his course but he also really loves putting work off until the last minute. You can usually spot him camping outside the printing room trying to print an essay minutes before submission time, but it doesn’t matter because he usually gets by with a B anyway

Overloads the fuck on extra-curriculars and clubs, so he’s quite well known around campus. He’s in the football team, track team, is Vice-President of the Student Council, and President of the anime club

He’s the poster boy of the school. College website? Alfred. College pamphlets? Alfred. Anti-smoking advisory that’s hung up in every godforsaken toilet in college? Alfred. What can he do? He’s just too damn handsome.

The biggest Halloween fucker on campus. He shows up to class every Halloween without fail in the exact same Captain America costume as last year’s

England/Arthur Kirkland:

Literature with Creative Writing

Tends to come off as snobby, but is actually really nice when you get to know him better. He’ll show up to your dorm armed with a kettle and a box of teabags if you need a study buddy or just someone to talk to

He’s also a terrible chef. The student dorms have had 6 fire scares in the past term, and they’re all Arthur related incidents

Talks big about only reading fine literature but writes fanfiction in his dorm room every night. It’s a secret he’ll take to his grave, especially since TheSlytherinGentleman is one of the biggest Harry Potter fanfiction accounts on AO3 right now

His room smells like tea and regret, because he opted for a four person dorm and now he’s living with Francis, Antonio and Gilbert for the next two years

Argues that his half brother Alfred’s GPA is higher than his because “Literary arts is subjective”

France/Francis Bonnefoy:

Film student

Francis’s favourite past time is renting out old movies and watching it on the library’s old VCR. Netflix just doesn’t have that same a e s t h e t i c

Among the four of them in the same dorm, he is the only one with a skincare routine and a 10pm bedtime

The mom friend of the house. He’s the one to call for hangover remedies (Antonio), or if something gets broken (Gilbert), or if something’s on fire (Arthur)

Resident heartthrob. Receives the most amount of chocolates and gifts every Valentine’s Day, and is always happy to share

Francis, Gilbert and Antonio have a “bully Arthur day” every year to commemorate the day Arthur moved in with them. It’s Francis’ favourite day of the year (apart from Christmas)

Goes all out on decorations for Christmas. The whole dorm is like a palace once he’s done with it

China/Yao Wang:

Business student, though everyone says he should’ve taken culinary instead (jokes on them, he’s starting his own restaurant empire after college)

Yao’s stuffed toys take up 80% of his bed space

Irregular sleeper, and wakes up at really odd hours of the night. There’s nothing to do until daybreak and it’s hard to fall back asleep, so he just wanders aimlessly around his dorm and scares the living hell out of Ivan from time to time

Listens to music at max volume. Likes to start his day with aggressive death metal in order to help himself stay awake for morning classes

He destresses by cooking. There’s always tupperware boxes of fried rice/egg noodles stacked in the dorm kitchens during exam season

Always has backache. He claims that the chairs in the lecture halls suck, but his kid brother Leon tells him that he’s just an old man with back problems

Russia/Ivan Braginsky:

Medical student, but doesn’t look like it

Ivan keeps really gross photos in his phone to help him reference back to the stuff he’s learning in class, and it tends to scare unsuspecting friends

Has so many stories from his time as a hospital intern. It grosses people out, that’s why he loves to tell them

“Did I tell you about the time I had to help sew a man’s fingers back one by one after his hand was crushed by a steamroller”

Likes the sun, but doesn’t really like sports. He’s the medic for a bunch of sports teams, and he likes to sit and watch the games

There’s also never a week that goes by where Alfred doesn’t get hurt. Seriously, can that Jones kid chill?

Roomies with Yao. They’re the most functional room in the entire campus. No noise complaints, no dirty dishes, no undone laundry, and they PRIDE themselves on it

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itsjamethyst · 3 years

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Thank you to the lovely @pennygalleon for the tag.

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better

Three Ships:

1. Drarry. I came back to Drarry after a somewhat long Harry Potter hiatus. Coming back to Drarry has reignited my love for the HP world, and throughout all of my ship/fandom obsessions I always said that I'd write fanfiction for them, but I never did. My very first Drarry fanfiction is still a wip, but I find it so crazy that after all these years I'm back to where I started. I could write a whole long post detailing all the reasons why I love Drarry, but I wouldn't want you to sit through all that, so all I'll say is that I love how emotionally complicated they can be in fanfiction. I love character studies, and I love going in depth into a character's mind, motives, and emotions. No matter the pov or subject matter, Drarry have so much rich history and characterisation that reading about them finally understanding each other, and finding love through all the hate is so interesting to me. There's no other ship quite like Drarry.

2. Elu (SKAM France).

I have no proper words to express how much I adore season three of SKAM France. I know some people don't enjoy the dramatised, highly produced filmography of the France adaption, but it is so, so up my alley. There are so many gorgeous scenes in this show that has made me laugh, smile, and cry at the same time. The chemistry, the acting, the authenticity, how they dealt with mental health issues. Lucas and Eliott are so raw and flawed characters and that's what I love most about them. To me, Lucas and Eliott are like poetry. Gorgeously written, emotive, impactful, and one of those things that I'll never truly forget in a really long time.

3. Nygmobblepot (Gotham)

My third favourite ship changes a lot depending on what new thing I've fallen victim to, but for the past year and a half it's been Ed Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot. I mean, they bring a whole new meaning to strangers-to-friends-to-(unrequited lovers)-to-enemies-to-(backstabbing friends)-to-(remorseful)-enemies-to-lovers.

Well, try and put that as a tag on ao3.

Nygmobblepot are a rollercoaster, but I love them dearly. Their characters are so interesting and nuanced, and ship aside, whenever their characters are on screen (together or otherwise) are some of my favourite scenes from the show. (Except for the Lee/Nygma story line, I'm sorry but that is not welcome in my household. I loved Lee and Gordon together, and Ed *deserves to be with Oswald* so that ship train wrecked two good ships). Anyway, Martin is their adopted son--that's all I'm saying. Watch Gotham, thank you and goodnight.

Let's quick fire answer these next questions--go go go.

Last Song: You and I -- Ben Platt. His voice is phenomenal, he's such an inspiration to me. I'll be happy with 5% of his talent please, where can I buy his vocal run abilities?

Last Movie: Tangled. No surprise there. What can I say, I'm a woman of predictability.

Currently Reading: The last book I (didn't) finish reading was Nine Perfect Strangers. Drarry fanfic has taken over my life.

Currently Watching: Gotham. Shameless. Outer Banks. (Cobra Kai when it finally comes out!)

Currently Consuming: Coffee. It's either coffee, hot chocolate, or water.

Currently Craving: Music. I'm in the mood to sing songs at the top of my lungs. Volume max, my favourite playlist blasting on my speakers. That's what I'm craving to do right now.

Tagging: Only if you'd like to!

@nyleskies @opaleopioid @tontonguetonks @this-searing-light-the-sun @anaxandria-writes @bubble-gumhead

And anybody else. 💜

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skarsgard-daydreams · 3 years

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On the Nature of Daylight

Description: On a cold winter night, you discover Henry’s fear of open spaces.

Notes: This story features a reader who works as a teacher. I started writing this in response to one of the sentence prompts (”Don’t go”) sent in by a kind anon, but it was so long it mandated its own post. The title is from a song by Max Richter. No warnings. Just some angst.

If there was one thing Henry could not get used to at the old farmhouse you had inherited when your uncle passed, it was the sheer size of it all. Your grandfather had built the house by hand with timber logged from the land where it stood. You loved the two-story windows that looked out over the lake, the open floor plan that let the kitchen spill into the living room. You had so many memories of holidays spent in this house, a towering Christmas tree glittering in the window as the entire family filled the space with joyful chatter and the warmth of their affection.

When you moved in, it felt like too much space for just one person. But through a strange turn of fate, you now found yourself sharing the house with another occupant. When you heard that the young man they found in the belly of Shawshank was staying alone in a warehouse, you did what you always did: you stuck your nose where it didn't belong and decided to solve the problem yourself. You brought him home one day in December and set him up in the big guest room at the far end of the hall.

You should have recognized the problem sooner. Henry kept to the corners of a room. He liked to have his back to the wall. You often walked inside and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw him looming in your periphery, the light from the massive fireplace casting strange shadows in his heterochromatic eyes.

"Henry," you would say, placing a hand over your heart. "You startled me."

You didn't want him to feel bad, so you learned to expect him around corners and gradually became accustomed to his uncanny presence in your home. It seemed like he had no idea what to do with his freedom now that he had it. He was used to spending long stretches with nothing to do but listen to the far off sound of the universe expanding into outer darkness, a low hum that crackled with energy from time to time, like solar flares. He didn't like loud noises, or sitting on furniture, or the way the darkness looked in at him through the big living room windows at night.

A quiet harmony developed between you both. It was winter break, so you usually spent your days in your office, preparing lesson plans for next semester. Sometimes Henry paced in the hall while you worked. You listened as he padded barefoot down the hall, keeping time with a slow, mysterious rhythm. You usually left the door ajar, an unspoken invitation in case he wanted to come inside, but he preferred to keep barriers between him and other people, though you would occasionally catch the glint of his eerie blue eye staring at you through the crack in the door.

You wondered who he had been before he was locked in a cage. If he had any family who might be looking for him, he never tried to seek them out. You thought that maybe the person he was before had long since vacated the space behind his eyes, that what remained behind was like blown glass—beautiful and fragile and empty. It was wrong to think that way, you scolded yourself. But you did.

During the week leading up to Christmas, you tried to think of a way to get out of making the drive south to New Hampshire for dinner with your parents. There was no way you could bring Henry with you. They didn't know you had invited a strange man to share your home, and they would be baffled by your sudden proclamation that you were bringing a guest home for the holidays after your pre-mature descent into spinsterhood. Even if he did come along, Henry would hate their persistent questions and judging gazes. Your father would clap him on the shoulder in a show of dominance that would rattle him for a week, and your grandmother would lean over and loudly ask what was wrong with him. But the family was insistent on your attendance, and you decided you would stay just long enough for turkey and pie and cite concern for the weather when you made an early exit.

Henry sat against the wall in the living room while you explained all of this to him, his long legs stretched out on the hardwood floor and the wide neck of his favorite grey sweatshirt hanging lopsided on his shoulder. He never met your eyes when you talked, but he nodded slowly when you asked him if he heard you. Since his arrival, you had only left the house for a few hours here and there to run errands or pick up groceries, and you were not sure if a prolonged absence would be a welcome respite or a painful separation for him.

"The drive is a few hours each way, but I'll be home later tonight," you explained. "If you need to reach me you can call me, just like I showed you."

It was snowing on the way down and you had to stop on the side of the road and put on your tire chains by yourself. You had half a mind to turn back then, but the sheer volume of guilt that would be volleyed at you for the rest of the year pushed you to keep going. When you finally arrived, you tried calling home, but Henry didn't answer. That wasn't a surprise. He probably assumed it was someone calling for you, and you knew that the thought of picking up a telephone receiver and speaking to a total stranger unnerved him. You found yourself packaging up leftovers to take home before they had even served the pie.

"I'm worried about the roads," you said as you kissed your grandmother on the cheek. They tried to convince you to stay, but everything within you was saying that you never should have left.

There were no lights on in the house when you pulled into the driveway. You felt the dull realization thudding in your chest that you were the one who always flicked them on when the daylight began to wane. You walked inside and flipped the switch, illuminating the cavernous living room with its glittering Christmas tree and moonlit view of the lake. You checked the corner of every room on the main floor, but Henry wasn't there.

"Henry?" you called as you ascended the stairs. A tightness was gathering in your chest—a visceral feeling somewhere between guilt and panic. His bedroom looked the same as the day he arrived, except for the quilt that had been removed from the top layer of bedding and stuffed under the bed. You searched every room, checking under the beds and inside the closets, calling his name over and over, but there was no sign of him.

There was one more place to check. The house had a spacious basement crammed with all your uncle’s things that you couldn’t bring yourself to sort through when you moved in. It also doubled as the laundry room. No matter how many times you insisted it would be okay, you could never get Henry to walk down those stairs so you could show him how the washer and dryer worked. He would simply back away down the hall, keeping one eye on the door until you had returned to the top of the stairs and shut it behind you.

You grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen drawer and headed for the basement. It seemed an unlikely place for him to be hiding, but it was possible he had gone down there in search of you and gotten spooked. Maybe he hadn’t been able to find his way back out. The stairs squeaked beneath you as you flipped on the light. The room was riddled with the ephemera of a man’s life packed away in boxes and jammed onto large metal shelving units that jutted out into the space, creating plenty of nooks and crannies where Henry could have lodged himself.

The beam of your flashlight swept across the room. You almost missed him. Tucked away in one of the corners was a dog crate that used to be in the living room. You remembered that your uncle would kennel his Bull Mastiff inside it whenever he went to work in the yard so the dog wouldn’t tear up the back door. Henry had crawled inside and pulled the wire door shut behind him, curling into a ball and falling into a deep sleep. You knelt alongside the crate and laced your fingers through the metal frame, your breath freezing in your chest as you watched him sleep. You wanted to reach in and touch him, to ask him why he would seek out another cage after everything that had happened. Maybe the lofty interior of the house felt too vast, too alien in your absence.

“Henry,” you said softly, afraid of startling him. “Henry, I’m home.”

His hunched frame stirred, and he slowly sat up and peered at you through the wire cage. His gaze seemed sharper now, as though every other time he had looked at you it had been with one eye only, while the other was focused on something unseen by anyone else but him. He reached out and touched your fingertips with his own, looking you in the eyes for the first time.

“Don’t go,” he whispered.

You curled your fingers around his delicately, as though he might shatter into pieces if you were not careful. A pulse of energy thrummed through your hand, something strange and magnetic you couldn’t name.

“I’m right here,” you whispered back.

(part of Sound and Color: a series of The Kid/Henry stories/drabbles)

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dailytomlinson · 3 years

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Back in December, a month before Louis Tomlinson’s debut album Walls was released, I had the honor to attend one of his album release parties in Atlanta, Georgia.

I expected my year to go differently: to travel across the country to attend several Louis shows. Little did I know sitting in the local bar in Atlanta it would be the last time I would see the musician who changed my life for the foreseeable future.

Even though nine months have passed, I can still say it was one of the greatest days of my life.

The three-hour drive to Georgia felt like five, but once the Atlanta skyline appeared over the Interstate, my mind filled with anticipation and excitement knowing I would hug Louis in near hours and hear Walls for the first time. Being in a bar with Louis just hanging out with only a few selected fans seemed unfathomable. We checked into our downtown hotel, which was paid for by Sony, and got ready with only a few hours to spare.

Once the Uber dropped us off at the bar, reality hit me. I would be in close proximity inside with the artist who shaped and saved my life — and I just wanted to remember it forever. I wanted to stay frozen in this moment. As we waited outside, the radio host, Adam Bomb, handed us papers to write our questions on. He reminded us to keep the questions respectful and music-centered if we wanted them to be considered. My question was, “I know songwriting is the major part of the album process for you. Can you talk a little bit about your songwriting process?” It wasn’t asked, but one of Bomb’s questions was about his writing process.

Fifteen long minutes waiting outside in the cold, and we were inside. The radio station confiscated our phones at the door to protect Louis’s unreleased music. A couple of tables surrounded a high chair, where Louis would sit for the interview.

My friends and I sat at a table straight across from the chair with a clear view of Louis. Adam Bomb sat in the chair next to Louis’s, and he flipped through the cue cards for preparation of the exclusive event.

“Please welcome to the room, Louis Tomlinson!”

Louis, dressed in a black sweater, jeans, and the usual sneaker, walked out from a curtain in the corner of the room. Smiley and waving, he admired the small room of fans who cheered and shouted for his entrance.

He sat in his chair, inches from where my friends and I sat, smiling occasionally at our table. Adam asked Louis a couple questions about the album (I can’t even recall what because I sat there in silent awe admiring him). It was the happiest I ever felt. It was an out-of-body experience where I wanted to pinch myself to wake up. I just couldn’t believe this was real.

As Louis exited the room, Adam talked to the crowd about how special and exclusive it is for us to hear songs from an unreleased album. He reminded us to be respectful and to enjoy Louis’s hard work.

The first track played. “Too Young.”

The audio was extremely quiet, and Louis shouted from behind the curtain, “Oi! Turn it up!” We all laughed, and Bomb turned up the volume letting the poetic words be heard. The room was silent with everyone intensely listening to the love song. I sat with my jaw open, and tears immediately filled my eyes. I couldn’t believe Louis wrote something so poetic and purposeful. Immediately, I knew this album would be better than anyone expected.

Louis’s photographer, along with the radio station’s, captured fans’ reactions and even recorded and photographed my friends and me from across the room. I felt so humiliated that my tears and freak-out with my friends were being documented, but one of the workers later told us our reactions made the room fun and she could tell how much he meant to us.

Later, a photo of me and my friends was plastered on Louis’s and the radio’s social media.

We listened to “Perfect Now” and “Walls” and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Louis peaking around the curtain wanting to see our reactions to his years of hard work. He signaled to his security guard to give us tissues and he came to our table and handed us napkins for our tears.

After we listened to the songs, Louis sat back down for the interview. He said it was a beautiful thing to see a reaction like that from fans after working so hard as a solo artist. It was evident he loved being in a room with fans, we mean so much to him and we make him extremely comfortable.

He talked about the tour and how he wanted to keep it authentic and intimate for the fans. Bomb asked about his Live Life Love show in Nashville days prior, which I attended, and when we clapped he laughed and said, “Yeah, yeah, you were there.” I couldn’t believe he remembered us from the meet-and-greet just days ago.

Bomb followed up with his joke and asked if he sees fans freak out on the front row, and then he pointed at us and said, “You’ve been front row, I know you have,” smiling and laughing at our shocked faces.

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Bomb asked a couple of fan questions. Louis talked about his writing process, tour, and Walls. The interview was kept professional and exciting, which I appreciated.

After the interview, Bomb invited everyone to the front for a group selfie. Things became extremely intense when Louis was almost mobbed by fans who shoved chairs down to run up to him. Rylee, a fan Louis donated money to make her home accessible, was blocked by fans from coming to the front to be seen. At this exact moment, I knew I spent ten years of my life supporting the right person. He firmly asked the girls to move so Rylee could come to the front, and when they didn’t, he walked to the back and moved a chair out of her way so she was able to be seen in the photo. I wanted to sob when I saw him go out of his way for someone who has spent most of her life looked over. He truly has a heart of gold.

After the selfie, we lined up for the meet and greet with him. His smile was so contagious and he greeted every fan with a warm hug. He signed Donny jerseys and drew tattoos for fans, and as the line inched closer, my eyes filled with tears and my heart raced. Before I knew it, my friend was hugging Louis and he looked me up and down, arms wide open for a hug greeted with a huge smile. We talked briefly, I hugged him again, and I walked off. It’s hard to put into words, but his positive energy is contagious and hugging him feels like home. He’s such a special soul.

After I met him, they made us leave the bar, and my friends and I waited to wave him bye as he left. I wanted to have a tattoo drawn by him, but my anxious mind forgot. Maybe one day, though. My friends and I hung outside for a while and the radio team interviewed us for their social media.

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To be in the room for such a special moment to share with an artist you’ve looked up to is truly the greatest feeling ever. I never want to forget how happy and excited I was during those thirty minutes. Leaving the party, I wanted to be able to listen to the songs over and over — but I couldn’t for another month. Being one of only a handful of people who heard Walls before its release was so special yet so tough at the same time. It was hard to keep everything to myself and not leak spoilers, but I knew I had to do it for Louis. I wrote down lyrics and everything I could remember from the album to cherish until Walls was released.

My closest friends were able to join me on this once in a lifetime journey, and here’s what they had to say about the experience.

What was your favorite moment from the party?

Caitlin: My favorite moment was telling him that I would see him four times on tour. His response was, “Thank you, love,” and he looked so happy when I told him that.

Bri: My favorite moment from the listening party is whenever we took the group picture with Louis! He realized this little girl named Rylee wasn’t anywhere near and went out of his way to go help her get into the picture. He ended up putting her in the front with him and that just warmed my heart to the max.

Makayley: My favorite moment from the party was definitely hugging him and watching him interact with Rylee, but I also loved listening to the songs with everyone and the excitement of it all.

How did you react when you found out you won?

Caitlin: It was super last minute when I found out I was able to go. I was super excited because I have always wanted to attend a listening party.

Bri: When I found out I won passes to the listening party, my mind went everywhere! I was crying, shaking, screaming, and panicking. I was the last winner, the last hour. It was CRAZY!

Makayley: I had a panic attack in math class and um thirty minutes later (oops)

What was your favorite song from the three we heard?

Caitlin: My favorite song was “Perfect Now.” Something about it put me in the feels.

Bri: My favorite song out of the three we listened to has to be “Perfect Now.” The lyrics spoke to my soul. Especially the lyric that said, “Keep your head up, love.” Just due to the fact, I’ve gone through some difficult times in life and just hearing that sent me into orbit. I was crying a lot at first but then went into a place of peace and happiness.

Makayley: “Walls” definitely.

What was your initial reaction from the songs?

Caitlin: I was really impressed with the lyrics. Being able to listen to those songs for the first time was super special. I thought the sound was definitely in his lane.

Bri: I could not just have one reaction to the songs we heard. I was happy, sad, surprised, a random emotion you can’t even describe.

Makayley: I was just really proud knowing how hard he had worked on it and how far he’s come.

Did Louis answer your question? What was his response

Caitlin: Louis did answer my question about which song off the album are you most excited to play on tour to which he responded, “Probably ‘Kill My Mind.’”

Bri: No, Louis did NOT answer my question but I was happy with the ones that did get answered.

Makayley: No.

Do you wish they did anything differently about the party?

Caitlin: I wish they would have allowed us more time to talk and spend with him. the meet and greet was rushed I think. but overall it was a fun experience.

Bri: Absolutely not. It was fine as it was. So close together, we all understood each other, etc.. It was amazing!

Makayley: No, I liked the way it was very chilled out and in the setting, it was (my only problem was with the accessibility of it).

What was meeting Louis like for you?

Caitlin: Super special. it was so nice to get to say hi to him and just tell him how much I love him and couldn’t wait to see his tour.

Bri: Meeting Louis was anxiety-filled. It was my first time ever meeting one of the people I look up to. Overall, it was an amazing experience. Louis was the sweetest and most genuine person ever!

Makayley: Meeting Louis was definitely a monumental moment as for all he had helped Rylee and myself with. But, hugging him definitely got me through a rough patch, and the feeling that the hug gave me still helps me to this day.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Be Quiet For Me {One-Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 3.3K

Warning: Smut. NSFW. Cursing.

Summary: You’re in the mood for some fun. Chris has to work; he tells you to give him a few hours. You are impatient and decide to have your fun anyway.

Note: Song listened to, that you might want to listen to when indicated is; Madness By: Ruelle. I also apologize for any spacing issues.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

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MSG: I miss you.😞

Sitting in your office, twirling in your chair you looked at your phone and waited for him to respond. You watched the sway of the beautiful weeping willow tree that was right outside your window. You’d chosen this room for your office because of that tree. Every time the wind blew you the hanging branches of the tree swayed and reminded you of a slow dance. You imaged classical music playing, and that made it even better. You didn’t have to imagine classical music because it was playing in your office as it usually was. The mellow sounds helped you work and kept your stress levels down.

MSG Chris: How? I’m less than fifty feet away.

You smirked. He was right. Right now, he was across the house in his office—working.

MSG: I know, but you’re so far. Come here.🙁🙁

You added a few sad faces to emphasis how much you really missed him. Almost a minute passed before his response came in.

MSG Chris: I can’t right now, sweetheart. I’m still in the middle of this deal.

You pouted and sent him the crying emoji.

MSG: 😭 You’ve been doing that for hours. Take a break. Please. I can make it worth your while.😈😈😈

Before sending it, you added three devil face emojis. You knew the devil face emoji would get your point across. Another minute passed without a response. You were getting annoyed. You hated when it took longer than a few seconds. When his message came in all he sent was the smirking face emoji. Sitting up, you crinkled your brow, wondering what the hell that meant. Another few seconds passed then another message.

MSG Chris: I have no doubt you can make it worth my while, but whenever you make it worth my while, I end up losing four hours at least. I need to finish this first. Give me a few hours. I’ll come find you. Promise.🤞🏼

It was not the response you wanted. He’d been busy the last week or two on this same deal. He was in town, but his days were filled with meetings, and when he was home, he was still in those meetings, and always on the phone. You knew this deal meant a lot to him; it would mean incredible things for his newly established production company. After ending his stint as Captain America and taking some time off he realized he loved acting, but he also loved behind the scenes work.

He’d always wanted to do something in production but always put off having a company because he felt he had no businesses doing that. Thanks to your pushing, he finally decided to do it, and the buzz was incredible. Turns out while many people were lining up to work with him as a costar, just as many were lining up to work with him as a producer and director. You were proud, prouder than any wife could be. You also knew this was your fault.

MSG: You’re neglecting your wife.

Two full minutes passed with no response, and it made you antsy. You stood from your chair and paced your office while scanning your email and checking updates to your own company. Maybe you should focus on work like him instead of trying to get into his pants. Every time you checked your texts for a response you may have missed, you got annoyed to see there was no. He’d left you on read. When you checked it didn’t even say he’d read it. You were left on received. You didn’t know which made you more annoyed. You tossed your phone to your desk and groaned. That was when your defiant, bratty side took over.

“If Goliath can’t come to the mountain, the mountain has to go to Goliath.”

Prancing out your office and down the hall toward your husband’s office, the smile on your face spoke volumes. You were about to put a major dent in his work schedule, and you gave zero fucks. When you rounded the corner you saw his office door open, but he was not behind his desk. After scanning the room and coming up empty-handed, you walked out and began searching for your elusive husband.

He wasn’t in your bedroom, or the kitchen, or the dining room. After almost ten minutes of searching, you were ready to give up, but then you spotted him in the media room. The closer you got, the more you could hear him talking to himself as he scrolled through his tablet. You leaned on the jamb and watched him. You loved looking over him from the back. His shoulders were broad, which contrasted with his taut waist and tight ass. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, and your hands itched to touch. The navy blue pants he wore really fit him well and showed just what an amazing ass he had. He turned and gave you the view of the front. His white button-down was rolled up at the sleeves to his forearms and unbuttoned a few buttons, which gave you a nice glimpse of his tattoos. He was the perfect mix of country club heir, and down to earth hunk.

“Eh-em!”

Chris’s head snapped up. His eyebrows were knitted together as if he were thinking deeply about something and his jaw was clenched. Once he saw you his features softened.

“Hey, baby.” Two words, that was all it took to make you melt. You hated it. Shaking off the effect of his words you hardened your expression.

“Don’t baby me. I sent you a message over fifteen minutes ago, Evans,” you sternly chastised. Chris dug into his pocket and lifted his phone.

“Oops, I’m sorry honey, I didn’t see it.”

You crossed your arms and scowled. He smiled softly.

“Neglecting? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?

“Christopher Evans, it has been a week since you’ve given me the time of day,” you protested.

“A week? Babe, we had dinner last night right here, just the two of us. You had my full attention.”

“Okay, but after dinner, you were back in your stupid office. I went to bed—alone, alone.”

Once he got your meaning, he smirked and walked to the sectional and sat. “Oh you mean that kind of attention.”

“We said we’d never go longer than three days max. It has been seven.”

“You’re keeping track.” The narrowing of your eyes wiped his stupid grin off his face. He sighed and placed the tablet to the side.

“Come here, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes and looked to the side while staying put. This would not be easy.

“Come on, kitten, come to daddy.” Reluctantly your smile emerged, and you walked to him. Once before him, he pulled you onto his lap, which allowed him to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I know it’s been pretty hectic the last few weeks. I know I’ve been busy. I’m sorry if you feel I’ve been neglecting you. It’s not my intention. Forgive me.”

His blue eyes hypnotized you and pulled you in. Then when he added the puppy dog pout you couldn’t stay mad.

“Fine.”

His lips met yours for a chaste kiss then turned soft and sensual in a matter of seconds. Heat spread through you, and just like that, you wanted him right here and right now. Chris must have tasted the need in your kiss because his hand dropped to your backside before he squeezed. You moaned on him and dug your fingers into his hair not caring if you messed up his perfectly coiffed locks.

Chris broke the kiss and dipped his lips to your neck, where he teased your skin and fanned the flames making them blaze even hotter. You could feel his arousal twitching against your thigh, and you made your move. Slinking down between his legs you quickly undid his belt and pants. He lifted slightly, allowing you to pull them down to settle at his ankles. You saw his manhood straining against the soft fabric of his underwear, and you wasted no time hooking your finger in the waistband and pulling them down to join his pants.

His length bobbed before you. You couldn’t believe it had been a week since you’d been this close to it. Just before you could bring your lips to his member his phone rang. You groaned and gave him the evil eye daring him to look at or even touch his phone. Chris gave you an apologetic look, and you could tell he was tempted to answer. He also knew you were probably very close to losing your shit. After the third ring the pressure was too much for him.

“I’m sorry, baby, give me two minutes.” Quickly he grabbed the phone and answered it to your disdain. You rolled your eyes exaggeratedly and dropped your head to his thigh trying to remain calm. You were so close to just taking what you wanted.

As he spoke, he grabbed the tablet beside him, and you knew this would not be a two-minute conversation. At that moment you decided fuck it. You stood before him, but he didn’t look at you, his face was buried in that damn tablet. You began untying the knot at the front of your wrap dress then opened it and allowed it to fall to the floor. Chris’ words stumbled then stalled as he stared at the pool of bright pink material at your feet. Slowly his eyes traveled up your body. They stopped at your white lacy panties then again at your matching bra. When his eyes met yours he sighed. While the clench in his jaw said “stop and behave,” the fire in his eyes said “please keep going.”

When spoke again, it took great effort to look away from you and back to his tablet. You looked to his lap and saw he was still hard. He must have liked what he saw. You smirked and walked to the sound system and took up one of the Bluetooth headphones and messed around with the music device on the wall, and found a song you loved. You began swaying to the spellbinding beat which made it impossible to not wind your hips to. You turned back to him but didn’t look at him. Instead, you slid your hands up the sides of your thighs to your hips over your stomach and across your breasts. Once there you softly cupped them. It was then you looked at him. You had his full attention and had his jaw clenched even tighter.

Fighting the smile that wanted freedom, you began to fully enjoy the music. It didn’t take long for you to get lost in it, and it also didn’t take long for Chris to have difficulty with remaining focused on his conversation and whatever he was looking at on his tablet. His eyes kept drifting back to you when he’d looked down. It was amusing. You turned your back to him and bent down to touch your toes. That made him gawk at your ass. When you peered at him through your open legs you winked, and you saw his length jerk. You stood and approached him standing between his legs and slithered your body like a snake in perfect Shakira belly dance form. His eyes were glued to your hips as you did it. When you saw his teeth sink into his bottom lip you knew you had him. Still he fought it though.

You turned your back to him and began winding your waist again, but you slowly dipped down to sit on his length. A strained groan escaped him then his hand was at your hips to give you a terse squeeze. You knew it was a warning. You didn’t care. You rotated your hips on his lap to the rhythm of the music. You bent forward and held onto your ankles and stood then dropped back to his lap and repeated the action a few times. Each time his hand squeezed the flesh where your pelvis and thigh met. You felt so much power knowing he was at your mercy. It was addictive, and you decided to forge ahead.

Turning to him again, you dropped to your knees before him and dipped down enough so his dick was right before you where your nose was. For him you knew the view would be torture because all he could see were your eyes. Again, Chris nudged his hips up sending his sack to tap on your chin. His skin was scorching. You tipped your tongue out and teased the skin at the base of his dick where his balls began. Not a sound passed his lips, but the fire in his eyes intensified. You traveled your tongue up his length to his tip and swirled it around before you sucked his head into your mouth while keeping perfect eye contact. His mouth was in an “o” but still he was silent. Slowly you inched your mouth lower sheathing him inside the warm, wet tunnel of your mouth before you squeezed him in the tight passage of your throat. It was then Chris growled.

“No, I’m sorry, got a little prick. Continue, please.”

You wanted to laugh; it definitely wasn’t a little prick. Chris cupped your jaw, forcing you to stop momentarily. He shook his head, but you took his hand from your jaw and put it back onto his tablet to join the other and continued. Deciding not to take it slow, you began bobbing up and down on his need --every time you brought him further into your mouth ensuring to keep your throat tight. As you did he lurched up, sending his hardness deeper and his nostrils flaring.

Before long, you’d found a stimulating pace that worked well with the beat in the headphones, and you’d lost yourself. You loved giving him head, he was always so responsive, and you loved the feel and taste of him. You picked up the pace when the crescendo of the song picked up and saw the tight clench of his fist beside him. You hadn’t even realized he was only holding the tablet with one lose hand. He wasn’t even looking at it. You had his undivided attention. It was time to assert dominance. You slinked him into your throat and kept him there as you tightened it around him. Chris began to shake, and you knew he was dangerously close. You didn’t want a mouthful of him though; you wanted to feel him fill you up.

Standing, you swayed again to the song and slowly spun around to grind your hips as you slowly lowered onto his lap. You didn’t take him in; you rotated on his lap giving him a short lapdance. Chris’ hand was at your back slowly trailing along your spine. You then felt him push your forward. You dropped your head between your legs and stood. His soft hands caressed your backside. You knew you were soaking wet, and you couldn’t wait another minute. You pulled your underwear to the side and lowered yourself onto him while looking back at him. His mouth dropped open as a pained expression took over. The lower you slide, the more his eyebrows knitted together. Once you’d taken all of him he dropped his head back to look into the ceiling. You ground on him, giving him a full three-sixty feel of your walls—walls he stretched like no other.

You tried to keep your moans inside as you began bouncing on him. You were close, that was how on edge you’d been this last week. By the way Chris was pulsating inside you; you knew he was close too. You leaned back onto his chest and dropped your head back over his shoulder and moved your body in a frenzied wave. You saw the bright rainbow of your release just ahead, and you began the chase. You felt Chris’ hand splay across your abdomen and then slip between your legs. His fingers expertly played with your clit sending you closer and closer to the rainbow. He must have known it; his hand clasped over your mouth then he stood holding you around the waist as well and shoved you onto the sectional. You hugged the back of the seat when you felt him slam into you with the strength of a mack truck. His hand across your mouth stifled the sound that slipped out. You felt his hot breath at your ear before you heard his low, predatorial like whisper.

“Not one sound, kitten.”

He didn’t give you time to adjust at all; he slammed into you, again and again, each thrust rougher and deeper than the last. His grip tightened around your hips, and your eyes saw his phone beside you on the couch, it was on speaker. Thanks to the music in your ears you didn’t hear the other party. Chris changed his pace and depth every so often to keep your body on high alert, and it made you want more and more. He knew it. Then he delivered the pounding you’d been craving for the entire week. His deepness was overwhelming, and you desperately wanted to scream his name, so you buried your mouth into the cushion and bit down on it. Chris grabbed your hair and pulled it then ground his hips into you. He’d lost his control. When you felt him jackhammer into you with deep stroke after deep stroke you knew he was chasing the same rainbow.

After one, two, three strokes, he administered a final knock you out for the count snap of his hips, and your damn broke. You could feel Chris shaking behind you as he emptied stream after stream of his hot come deep inside you. He bent over your back and rested his forehead on you as he tried to catch his breath. Chris placed soft kisses across your skin, leading to your neck before he kissed your ear. Then he pulled from your body and dropped back onto the couch. You could barely move; you felt amazing. When you looked at him he was staring at you with a look that said he wasn’t done with you. You peeled off the headphones just in time to hear the other party on the phone.

“Are you there, Chris? Did we lose you?”

“Not at all, I’m right here. Everything you guys are discussing sounds good.”

You could hear several other voices, and it dawned on you then he was in a group conference. Slowly you stood from the couch and looked over him. The sight of his still hard dick made you want him again. It jerked, and you knew he knew what you wanted. He dropped his head back onto the couch as he continued to speak. You languidly walked through your home in your bra and panties making your way to your office. Once inside you dropped into your swivel chair and smiled enjoying the pleasant hum in your body that no one else but your husband could give you.

Your phone chimed, and you took it up from the desk.

MSG: One hour, make sure you are on the bed just as you are now with your legs spread. I haven’t nearly had my fill.

You smiled wider because you hadn’t either. A week was a long time to make up for.

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where-is-francis · 5 years

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Boys Don’t Cry

Steve Harrington x Male Reader

Request:

Prompt: “I came by your house late at night for advice and you’re dancing in your bedroom to The Cure and, not gonna lie, it’s pretty amusing.”

A/N: And the slowest writer ever award goes to: me. But ok Boys Don’t Cry is one of my favorite songs to dance to in an over-dramatic fashion while I’m alone in my bedroom. And I figured like. Why not.

TW: underage drinking, Guys Bein’ Dudes™️, slight language, you dated Nancy but the sexuality is never specified.

Cliques were always dangerous. You never really fit in with any specific group. Fellow peers at Hawkins had just kind of dubbed you a wanderer. And for as much as the teachers liked you, you found yourself in detention quite a bit. Not because you actually started fights, but pissing off Steve Harrington was one of your favorite hobbies. And when Billy Hargrove moved to town, your focus simply shifted to tormenting him instead.

Steve would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the attention. For whatever reason, aggravating each other was the main basis of your friendship.

It was about third period and you’d come in to school late. The secretary noticed you weren’t at roll call for algebra or science, so she called your house. And before you could get to the phone your mother picked up and began screaming at you, whom she just assumed had already left, prompting you to get ready and leave.

The hallways were empty and it was fairly quiet, save for the noises of one of the gym classes going on. Your locker, unfortunately, was in the hall right beside the gym. Squeaks from sneakers and thuds from a dribbling basketball came from behind closed doors. Every time that damned ball hit your head throbbed more, still recovering from the party last night.

Tossing your Walkman inside, you began to grab out one of the books you’d need. English had been boring, but not as laggy as math and science. For a kid who was good with numbers you were surprisingly bad at the two subjects.

A sudden break in your thoughts came when a familiar face spotted yours and began to walk over. You could sense the uneasiness in the way he walked, normally he’d be trying to scare you. With everything in your hands, you nudged the door to your locker closed and waited for him to say something snarky as a greeting.

But he never did.

(E/c) orbs met dark brown ones. The light behind them was gone, now replaced with a sorrowful expression.

“You good?”

“Not really,” he sighed defensively.

“What’s got you—?”

Memories of the party from the night before came back in a blurred montage. Drinking, dancing, smoking, laughing, making out, repeat. You didn’t remember much, but at one point Nancy spilled her drink and went to the bathroom. What seemed like five hours later, Steve was pissed and ended up leaving.

“Oh, shit.” You visibly cringed.

“Look, I’m going to go talk to her.”

“It’s a wasted effort, man.” You reasoned. “Coming from somebody who’s been with her, just trust me.”

He always went to you for advice when it came to her. Nancy Wheeler was a very complex person, but you two dated for a while, and you kind of knew everything. A breakup came after about ten short months when you grew apart, but after a bit of a chat you two decided to stay friends.

The brunette shook his head slightly and glared. Reaching a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, he muttered something about just getting it over with. You opened your mouth to speak just when the secretary stepped out, a less than pleased look on her face.

“(L/n), you better get to class before you end up with another detention. You too, Harrington.”

A small smirk crossed your features. “Aww, that’d be such a shame, huh?”

Steve quickly sauntered off, presumably to talk to Nancy, and you were left with the secretary. The look in her tired eyes that reached your own pleaded for you to just shut up and go to class.

“They aren’t paying me enough for this,” she groaned.

The smirk on your face morphed into a full shit-eating grin, then prompting you to make your way down the hall and into your English class. Just another average day would follow, nothing out of the ordinary.

Later that evening as you got home, you decided it would be best to unwind and listen to music. Nobody else was home, your parents both at work, so that meant you could do pretty much whatever you wanted. Reaching your beat up door, you began to tug your denim jacket off and toss it onto the chair in the corner.

Everything about the room was overdone; posters adorned the off-white walls, the pictures overlapping at times, and stickers thrown onto the closet door. Two large bookshelves were filled to the brim with your music collection, some sketchbooks, and whatever other junk you had that couldn’t be left on the floor.

Nancy always hated your room but that was to be expected. It didn’t bother you much, you’d rather be at her house anyways.

You shut the door and began to change into something a bit more comfortable, wondering what you’d do with yourself for the remainder of the night. Ordering a pizza sounded pretty good, considering nobody was home and you didn’t want to cook. Most nights alone you’d end up watching TV, playing video games, and then crash at about 2 AM. A vicious cycle, one you never grew tired of.

Without thinking, you reached over and grabbed your phone from the receiver and dialed Steve’s number. It seemed like a good idea at the time, the two of you could hang out for a bit without getting yelled at.

Last time he was over, your parents came home earlier than anticipated and found the two of you sat on the couch, drunk, reading through the phone book (for whatever reason), only to just lose your shit whenever you saw a name that sounded even mildly amusing.

The phone rang a few times before eventually being picked up.

A sigh could be heard. “What?”

“Hey, loverboy. I’m ordering pizza tonight. You wanna come over and hang out?”

“Are we going to get our asses ripped this time?” The brunette retorted.

A fake laugh came from you. “That was one time, so are you coming or not?”

There was a minute long pause between you two. No matter how much you annoyed each other, you were one of his weaknesses. And pizza was something that he couldn’t say no to.

“Fine, but—”

“Great! See you in a few.” You chirped and practically smashed your phone back onto the base.

Steve lived only a couple streets down from you. You met back at the beginning of elementary school, both of you riding the same bus. Neither you, nor him, could really remember when you started to consider the other a ‘friend’. But it mainly had something to do with him and Nancy being a couple.

Since she and you dated before and were still close friends, somehow you ended up becoming the marriage counselor along the way.

But hey, the more the merrier, right?

Your mind couldn’t help but drift sometimes. Steve was pretty cute in your eyes, even with his weird hair. Generally the same taste in music, shows, movies, and obviously the same taste in girls. And although he was stupid (sometimes), he was a good dude.

It wouldn’t take long for him to reach the house. In the meantime you decided it would be best to put in the order for the pizzas. A quick call to the nearest shop, and they’d deliver it as soon as it was done.

After scanning through some music, you finally settled on one: a mixtape of your favorite songs from The Cure. You popped it in with no hesitation and set your player to max volume. The intro to Siamese Twins rang out in your bedroom, the beat eventually making all of the furniture thud in perfect time. Glass window panes shook as well, you’d probably have the neighbors complaining in the morning.

Your feet guided you around the house aimlessly as you searched for something to drink, the sound of music becoming more muffled as you entered the kitchen. It reminded you of the party a few nights ago, but far less stuffy. And with better music.

“I chose an eternity of this; like fallen angels, the world disappeared,” you sang slightly to yourself as you rummaged through the cabinets.

Nothing.

Onto the fridge, stocked full of Coke and other stuff you didn’t much care for. Nobody

Meanwhile, down the street, Steve could hear loud music coming from your street. Which was odd, if there was a party he would’ve known about it. Upon further inspection he realized it was coming from your house. The sun was already starting to set behind said abode, nestling itself deeper and deeper into the rows of houses that occupied the area.

The Harrington boy stepped a bit closer and took in the view; your house covered in orange and red tinted leaves, the living room and kitchen lights shining through their respective windows. Your silhouette moved about inside, gracefully, to the beat. Almost like a shadow with perfectly fluid movements.

His focus shifted to the porch lights, then the door, the doorbell, and back again. He only assumed your parents weren’t home but he wasn’t sure, although with as loud as the music was, ringing the doorbell or knocking wouldn’t have done any good anyways. It took him a bit to move, then walking around to the darkened backyard where he counted the windows.

The first one was your parents’ room (he learned the hard way), the second belonged to the bathroom, and finally, the third was the entrance to your bedroom. He glanced down, careful not to step on the flowers, then maneuvered his way around to find a spot where he could see through the gap blinds. What he got was something out of a renaissance painting.

You with your mom’s pearl necklace and matching earrings draped carelessly, your shirt all the way unbuttoned, and a wine glass in your hand. To top it all off, your hair was a mess, but complemented the askew lipstick that painted your lips. Your hips swayed back and forth in a graceful yet drunken manner. Inside, Boys Don’t Cry came on the stereo.

Each step you took was calculated to sync with the beat, the only thing that could’ve made it more amusing was if you would’ve been wearing heels.

“What is that moron doing?”

“I would say I’m sorry

If I thought that it would change your mind

But I know that this time I have said too much,

Been too unkind,”

You sang along, a slurred version not being heard by the other male as he watched from the window. Brown eyes were fixated on your form as you leapt up onto the bed, forcing a bit of a stumble from yourself. After almost toppling over, you continued on.

“I tried to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies

I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes cause—”

“Boys… don’t cry.” Steve finished.

In the midst of the dancing spree you turned and locked eyes with said boy. The room was swaying about and took a minute to stop, your vision focusing on him. Each step you took closer to the window made your knees feel weaker, but somehow you managed to pull the screen up to let the other boy in.

The room was almost like a time capsule; nothing really moved or touched since the last time he’d been there, the only difference being the clothes that had been strewn across the floor. Sudden weight on the bed caused it to dip behind him. When he turned, your body was draped gracefully across the dark (color) sheets. Almost something out of an erotic painting, the clash of textures and colors alike.

Originally, the plan had been to come to wallow in self pity and ask for advice about Nancy. Now all he could think about was you, tipsy, singing along to music so loud it would rival an actual concert.

“You—you want a sip?” You shouted over the lyrics, somewhat slurred.

Steve thought about it for a minute, taking glances at your extended hand every so often. A slight sigh escaped him, then taking the glass and downing whatever was left. He started coughing and gagging as a result of the cheap liquor hitting, but didn’t care too much to do anything besides wipe his mouth off.

Everything in that moment was fuzzy, and loud, and warm. Time was stopped for you two. Nothing really mattered except the exact moment you were living in. Not some dumb party, not some spoiled suburban girl, and most certainly not being sober.

Steve’s hands fell to his hips. The newfound anxiety on his face made you wonder, but still too afraid to ask.

“Is there more to drink?”

“Yeah, in the kitchen… come on.”

Everything that happened afterwards became a blur of colors and muffled noises. Almost like going under anesthesia in the hospital, you couldn’t really remember what went on until something triggered it. And from then on you’d spend your time wondering if it was real or not, trying so hard to distinguish a vivid dream from a drugged reality.

One thing happened to stand out. The single thing you could remember.

Not so many hours later, bottles of liquor had been spread across the floor and the lights turned off. The music that once blared and annoyed the neighbors was turned down now, a much softer volume. Melodic hums came from your lips as Steve ranted about Nancy. The party, it was all because of the stupid party.

“— and, I mean, I apologized. Me. Steve fucking Harrington.”

After what seemed like four rounds too many, his speech was slurred.

Steve buried his face in his hands.“I don’t know what I did wrong…”

“You didn’t do any-anything wrong, man. Nancy just... has a stick up her ass, nothing new.” You assured him with a soft shove to the shoulder.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, his hands sliding down the sides of his face. A pitiful laugh found its way from his throat, soon after turning into something far more maniacal. Something about the situation was funny to you as well.

But not what you had said about Nancy, no. What made you laugh was the look on this idiot’s face, perfectly illuminated by the neighbor’s porch lights. How he slid down deeper onto your floor, ribs aching from giggling too hard. Though he was drunk, the smile plastered on his face was genuine.

Two separate roars were only extinguished after a few minutes, but at the time it felt like hours. You attempted to regain your composure but it was hard when his face was right next to yours. Once perfect brown hair was now askew, the result of the perfect night in. Eyes in the color to match brimmed with tears from laughing, something he felt like he hadn’t done in a while. Nearly perfect skin and perfect lips almost begging for some action; it was too amazing.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you wanted to make out with me…”

It took a minute for his words to sink in. Even in the dark he could see the red flush rise to your cheeks. You swallowed a bit, hand rising to comb through (h/c) locks anxiously. Harsh shadows covered your (s/c) face but even then Steve could still tell you were biting your lip.

It seemed he had his answer.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, oh,” you mirrored.

Everything happened what felt like hours later, but at the same time, all at once. Your bodies had been forced together, the taste of long forgotten cheap wine playing on your tongues. His hands reached up to tangle gently in your hair, all while yours gripped desperately at the lapels of his denim jacket.

The kiss was soft and messy, but whether it was the alcohol’s fault or the fact he was nervous was anybody’s guess. For whatever reason, Steve expected it to feel different but it didn’t. The kiss was just that; a kiss. Not a kiss with a boy, just a kiss.

Clumsily, he straddled your lap to get a better angle. It still felt the same. The time had come to an end, your lungs begging for air, forcing the two of you to pull back. His shoulders heaved, the room only being filled now with the slight sound of you both panting.

(E/c) hues opened to take in the view. Steve Harrington straddling your lap, breathless, disheveled, only being lit by the light that came through the window. The grip you had on his jacket slowly loosened, only to be stopped by his hand on yours. Red lipstick that once adorned your lips was now shared. The Cure that played in the background had finally come to a complete stop. But the gaze Steve had on your lips didn’t, especially when he began to lean in again.

“Don’t tell Nancy,”

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Glow - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

☃❄!Holiday Fic 2!☃❄

I STG every time I see GIFs of him I’m like “Let me write for you some more...”

Author’s Note: Hello! Welcome to the second Holiday fic! So, spoilers, Danny is getting two... Because I realise that whenever I write him I always automatically go back to the familiarity of my 10 part series. Rather than, y’know, giving him another reader.

So whilst my friend and I called me out on it, we came up with this plot! Glow ~ Brett Eldredge I’m officially pulling out all the original songs rather than Holiday classics... I’m sorry! 🤣🤣 Disclaimer: Lyrics not mine / Bloodline characters not mine / So - This is basically made up of throwing random questions at Midwesterner’s and some stuff I did when I spent Christmas with family in Chicago...! Premise: On a trip back to your parents, and the Christmas alcohol run, you figure Danny needs to learn about Midwest weather the hard way... Words: 2524 Warnings: Swearing / Drinking

This fire is nice But so are your eyes They twinkle when you smile Ain't felt this warm in a while That northern star Shines straight from your heart Pour on the bourbon it's gettin' late Let's melt all the frost on the window pane Let's never let this moment slip away Just stay, just stay You look good in the light of my Christmas tree You and the mistletoe and me You are my sunshine over a field of snow And I love to watch you glow Come on, just glow Come on and glow, just glow

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The initial idea wasn’t really to have it pan out like this. You and Danny were going to have a fairly quiet Christmas - at least, that’s what you’d talked about. Maybe see Nolan, maybe go out to his restaurant... but you knew you weren’t going to see his family. Only, a few weeks before Christmas that plan went up in smoke, because when your parents invited you back home, and you said you wanted to stay with your boyfriend, they had simply said bring him too!

Your first thought was you might still get away with not going (not that you didn’t want to see your family of course. But you knew Danny needed you as much here), was that Danny wouldn’t warm to the idea at all and would rather stay home. Not the case. “Oh? Really!” “Yeah that’s what they said...” “That’d be nice-! I mean; you’re from all the way Midwest - I’ve obviously done a little moving from the Keys to here... but... I’ve never been out of State..! This will be nice!” You raised an eyebrow at him; “...You do realise that it’s gonna be freezing. Right? Snow, ice... you name it. You sure you can handle it?! Being a Florida native!!?” “I can handle it.” Danny gave a not of assurance “You ever seen snow and ice!?” He laughed; “Yeah-! You know we get freak weather down here.” “Storms and hurricanes are not blizzards and below freezing.” But Danny insisted; “I got this!” “Geeez... you better have a winter coat, and a good scarf and gloves!! And I still think you should be prepared to eat your words!!”

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And so he did. Although Danny was prepared to put on a brave face about it when it was cold but dry, not a speck of white in sight, and refused to complain even though it was obvious he wasn’t exactly enjoying it. “Missing your Florida heat-!?” You couldn’t help but tease him “Nah-! It’s just Winter Sun!!” You let that one go. Fairly certainly that Midwesterners would call a trip to Florida ‘Winter Sun’… wait, was that the joke?

He got on with your parents and siblings just fine, which is exactly what you wanted, thinking on his family - but Danny never made himself hard to get on with. Just hard to get to know... There was a lot deep within that he carried everywhere he went; and Danny liked to hide this with a (mostly) positive outlook. Although, that fared better in his usual sunshine. Of course, once he’d volunteered his services for cooking, the more culinary skilled in your family jumped on that; and you knew Danny was going to spend the majority of Christmas Day showing off. Ah, I’m just a chef – He tried to play it down, with a beaming smile, but you obviously weren’t falling for it. Yes, try head of one of the best restaurants in Miami. And that wasn’t just your opinion.

But then it snowed. And whilst he could look at it with a kind of childish wonder falling outside your window, and the way the sun sparkled upon it - when your mom asked you to walk down the road and stock up on alcohol, that was when reality set in. Because half way down the road - as if he wasn’t already complaining - the snow started falling again. It was light and not too bad for you; you were comfortable in a light jacket, you did have a scarf; but it was cotton instead of wool and looked like something you might be able to accessorise with in summer. Danny wasn’t. “How are you anywhere NEAR warm!” “I told you it was going to be freezing!” He jabbed a finger at you, pulling his hat down further over his ears, “You clearly don’t count this as freezing!” You wound your arms around his and put up your umbrella to catch the snow, and stop it falling on your already moody and cold Florida Boy. “I just think you run a little hotter down there.” That at least picked up his smirk and he nudged you; “Damn right.” You nudged him back; “Manners! Or I’ll shove you in it! Then you’ll know what cold really is…” “If you f**king dare-!” Danny had you laughing again; at how red his cheeks were, and his nose. “You look cold.” “Thanks! I am!!!” He buried his face in his scarf and huddled his body, in order to make best of his own warmth, putting his hands into his pockets. “Poor baby...” “It’s not funny! I’m suffering!” “Just seems like someone didn’t listen!” “I listened! I’m prepared! We don’t have to walk this!”

True enough, you could have had a warm cozy 5 minute car ride... “Well, now you can tell all your friends you’ve had the authentic Midwestern winter experience, including being outside on a walk in snow... you may exaggerate in depth... and didn’t die!” He grumbled again, “I could well die by the time we’ve finished!” You tsk’d him “Don’t be such a drama queen!” “And you’re expecting me to carry liquor back-!” “Would be helpful - will also warm you up...” you turned back to him with a grin “and we can’t very well drink and drive...”

You kept walking, but he slowed down, dragging his feet and trudging on purpose to really hit home with you how “difficult” this was for him. “...That’s not getting you there any faster!” “Well, where the f**k is this place!!?” You pointed ahead of you, “Just on that corner! Hey! You could run! That would warm you up!” Instead of saying a variant, and probably much less polite version, of screw you Danny opted to shove you instead. To his own peril, because it was a little too hard, and you ended up on the ground, in the snow.

He was laughing hard right away, which you supposed stopped him from grumbling but it also distorted his apology somewhat; “Sh-shit! I’m sorry!!!” You took about 5 full seconds to look up at him and react - “—oh! You are so dead!!!” “No! No! No!” He shrunk back - but too late as you grasped at the snow around you and threw it - “Stop!!” No way in hell you were about to stop though; as you scrambled to your feet and shook the snow from your clothing “Danny!!!” It was a whine. “Well I told you-!” You threw another lump of snow at him, he didn’t tell you anything, if he’d quit being such a drama queen you’d be there and back by now - “Stop! Dammit!!” “Oh no-! You full on deserve it-!”

And so, even though he was bitterly cold. The two of you wound up in a snow ball fight. The actual purpose of this walk soon forgotten. You were lucky no one else was around with the amount of yelling and laughing that was going on. Volume button clearly on max. Eventually your cold - and getting colder - boyfriend bent forward with his hands on his knees, exhausted. He took deep breaths after nearly every word, “That’s enough... I’m done... oh god...” You folded your arms, and teased him, ready to proclaim your victory; “Thought it might warm you up!” Danny held up his hand, “Maybe, a little. But, you’ve worn me out.” “Ahhh-! This must be the second most fun way to do that...” You couldn’t help your grin He ended up bending lower as he laughed “oh... god! Don’t! It hurts!” You approached him slowly, with a triumphant swagger to your step; “Do you give, Florida boy? Do I win?” “I didn’t say that.” “Do I win!?” You’d give him one more chance to give the right answer. He straightened “No.”

That was also his mistake, because the next thing Danny knew you’d wrestled him to another bent position and ice was sliding nicely down the back of his shirt. “No! NO!!” He almost shrieked, “F**k! Y/N!! Oh god!” “There. That ought to perk you up!” “Oh GOD!! Get it out!!” “Tell me I win and I’ll consider it!” “AH!!!!” It was certainly amusing to watch him twist his body to shake it out of his shirt quickly, to no avail. “Danny.” “I give, I give!!!” He flailed around trying to remove the ice himself - and by the time you’d got him to hold still to find it, it had pretty much melted.

“I hate you.” He was once again huddled up, looking sorry for himself, as you both continued your walk. You were still smiling, replaying his helpless shrieks in your head; “I love you too. It’ll be warm inside you’ll dry off in no time!” “Then we gotta go back!” “At which point the alcohol will warm us-!” You patted his chest; “Danny we got this covered!!”

In fact you spent a good hour perusing the shelves of the store, and he seemed to perk up a bit. Danny wasn’t a wine connoisseur himself, but you knew he knew how to pair dishes and wines. And as he selected them, equally enjoyed telling you how all the flavours were going to work. Then got to laugh at you going a little mad with the mixers. “Whiskey-!” “I knew you’d drag me down here!” “Hush...” He traced his fingers over the shelves, musing over the bottles “What, are you gonna top shelf me?” “If they have it...” “This better be the one you rave about.” He stopped with a smirk, and turned back to you, fingers on the bottle; “It’s gonna blow your mind.”

Funnier still was the cashiers face when he saw all the alcohol, and you had to swear it was for your whole family to last all of Christmas and New Year. And to top that, when he politely asked for your ID and turned to Danny; Your partners face was a picture; “You’re KIDDING-!?” You eyed him; “Tell me you have it.” The look he gave you was murder, “Have you seen my face-!?” The cashier laughed; “If you have it, it wouldn’t go amiss sir...” Danny scoffed and handed it over, “I know you’re gonna try to make me feel good about looking under 21. I’m still insulted...” “That seems to be in order!” He grinned and handed it back to Danny who was still grumbling.

You were staring intently at his face as you left the store; “Fancy getting ID’d in your 40s...” “Clearly my youthful good looks-!” “Amen.” He nudged you at your sarcasm; “Hey! We don’t need a repeat of earlier with all these bottles!” “Oh, I think we do! This time ice is going down your shirt!” “Oh I have no doubt you’ll get revenge..!” You smirked gently “Damn f**kin’ right!”

** By the time you got back the sky has cleared up. But Danny once again looked cold and worse for wear - so you set the fire going and bundled him in blankets on the sofa with a scarf. (After changing his shirt, of course). “Too early to pour whiskey?” “I wouldn’t say so...” You snuggled up with him but he was still grumbling away; “If I get a cold cuz of you-!” “Oh-! It’s just woe and suffering always with you, ain’t it Danny Rayburn.” “Yes. Actually. Especially with you...” You fell silent as to the mock seriousness of his tone. “Geez I’m kidding-!” He wound his arms around you and kissed you gently “.... I love you. I wouldn’t change this for anything.” You pretended to huff; “Just checking!” Danny pulled you further to him and placed his head to yours, “You never should need to check though... should you? I would hope you knew.” “Danny...” Your voice was tender, because the last thing you wanted to do was lead him down that road, especially at this time of year; “I do... I do know.”

You shared a gentle, sweet kiss, before you were interrupted. By a sneeze. “Oh shit!” You hoped you hadn’t spoken too soon. “If this is a cold! It’s on you!” “At least whiskey is medicinal!” You grinned, but he didn’t find it all that funny. “A cold for Christmas! Perfect!” “I think you’re overreacting to one sneeze Daniel Rayburn; I was way less dressed than you.” “You didn’t have ice stuck down your shirt!!” “Okay fair, I take the blame for that.” He huddled further into the blankets and you really did hope that it wasn’t a proper cold setting in. Or you would never hear the end of it. You sat and cuddled and continued to talk quietly, you running your hands through his hair and giving him soft kisses every so often.

The next interruption was on behalf of your parents. Looking from you, not really all that bothered with the fire or blanket, to Danny, blankets and pillows and still wrapped in a scarf and as close to the fire as he could get himself on the couch, and sighed. Typical all they had asked for was an alcohol run. “What have you done to him!” Both of you looked up and you held up your hands defensively - “Nothing!” “Ha!! Nothing!!” He laughed “Sounds like something!” “It was a snow ball fight, no big.” “She fights dirty!” You gasped and nudged him hard; “I was raised right!” “Ah, well you’re a fighter, I knew that one already...” Your parents both gasped in mock horror at the attitude of their daughter; “Y/N!” “Oh come on! He needs to get used to the Midwest!” “Gently!” “What-!? No! Throw him out in the snow and leave him there for a few hours!” You laughed, “Then he’ll be a natural! That’s the only way you learn!” Danny narrowed his eyes as you, folding his arms; “Learned that the Miami hard way, did you?” You turned back to him, “You should ask the past me and her sunburn that.” He sucked his breath between his teeth; “Ow! Yeah I feel ya!”

Your parents brought you back to the real conversation; “How’s the alcohol looking!” “Good! Think we cleared the store!” Danny raised his glass “Thank you! Both of you-! And Danny, you don’t have to put up with her..!” “Oh!” He smiled “I rather believe she puts up with me... she’s no trouble.” He grinned, with a little wink; “Well... maybe a bit of trouble!”

Your parents left you to it after that, and eventually his warmth and being cuddled here with him and blankets and the fire got the better of both of you. So when they returned a little bit later to call you both for dinner, you were both lying tangled in each other’s arms on the couch. Danny’s around you; protective, and yours arms around him; comforting... “Do we wake them?” “No... leave them to it...” “They’re good together don’t you think?” “Good for each other. I would say. It’s nice to see!” “Maybe she could have introduced him to the snow a little nicer.” “Ah... I think... if we know anything... Danny didn’t mind one bit!”

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🌨 2 down, 4 to go! 🌨 But still happy to take on any requests! 😊

#Bloodline #Danny Rayburn #Danny Rayburn x Reader #(I don't use x reader tags enough...!!)#Basically I just want the image of Danny huddled in winter clothes. Thank you.#94 #Ben Mendelsohn #Linzi Writes #She doesn't even really look like Lili in my mind... I don't know who she is...#Glow by Brett Eldredge is a tune!#A cheesy T U N E but a TUNE.#The ID thing actually happened to my friend. That's real.#For the record I get ID'd for absolutely everything so that makes no sense!#my paragraphing in this fic is wild!#He's STILL the Mendo with the not-Mendo face

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spideycents · 5 years

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B-Roll // Shawn Mendes - 1: picture’s up

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

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a/n: This starts off cringey because I had no other ideas so I just started writing a conversation between me and a friend.

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"I can't help it that I love drama."

"You definitely CAN help it," I laugh. I tug on my seatbelt to loosen it a little so I can get comfortable in the passenger seat of Michael's car. "You just choose not to cause the drama is so good."

"It is! It's too good!"

I laugh harder, a snort dares to sneak into my giggles and I cover my mouth with my hands. Not that I'm nervous to laugh around Michael, I mean he's my best friend. I'm just kind of nervous just in general around all people, no exceptions, but the snort caught me off guard and I'm afraid of it being followed by bad breath or another snort or a burp or something gross and weird.

"The tea just doesn't stop spillin," he continues. "It's some good ass tea and you know a bitch loves a good mess."

"This is true." I nod. "You do. And a good mess is always quality."

Michael chokes back a laugh. "Quali-tea..."

My laughter immediately stops and I look at him. He's grinning wildly and derpily and has about five chins right now. He's a looker.

"I'll see myself out," he says as he unlocks the door and reaches for the handle.

I know that he won't actually open it. I know this. I trust him. He's not that fucking stupid. But, I still reach over him and pull his arm away and lock the door. It's a scramble and we almost rear-end the car in front of us, but at least that voice in the back of my head can calm down now that Michael's definitely going to stay in the car.

"DAAAAAAAMN!" He hangs onto the word as he laughs at me. His eyes are wide and his hands grip the wheel tightly and his elbows are locked. "Are you trying to kill us?"

I fall back in my seat and curl into myself.

"Sorry," I mutter and look down at my hands in my lap.

"It's okay," he laughs lightly. "You know I wouldn't really do that, right?"

I shrug. "Yeah," I say quietly.

"Uh...no. You are not going to sit here and tell me you thought I was actually going to jump out of the car."

I shrug again. I don't like lying to him. I don't see the purpose in lying about things like this. I mean, I know it's trivial and he's just kidding, but...I don't know...some part of me actually believed he might do it. Part of me wasn't just worried, I was scared. Why would I lie about that? He'd know I was lying anyway. He always knows. I don't know how. I guess I just wear everything on my sleeve. I'm easier to read than a stop sign.

"Well, I wouldn't, okay? I wouldn't ever do that and you know I'm joking, so just...like...try to be more chill, okay?"

I laugh. "Me? Chill? Who do you think you're talking to right now?"

He laughs too. "I know, but..." he sighs. "Just try, maybe?"

I throw my hands up. "I don't know how! Teach me your wayss. sensei. Teach me how to be more chill."

Michael grins hard again and glances at me then grabs his phone.

"Oh my dear sweet lord," I groan. "What have I done?"

"Don't judge me," he whines through gritted teeth.

"The Smartphone Hour" from Be More Chill starts to play and he quickly turns the volume up and starts singing. He's offkey and kinda sounds like a dying raccoon that's stuck in a trash can that's being run through a wood chipper. He loves to sing though and we've talked about how god awful we both are so it's cool and, honestly, I kinda like it. It's a familiar raccoon sound and it's a raccoon that I care about and don't want to hurt it's feelings, so I'll just let it be.

I don't know the lyrics to any songs in Be More Chill, even though Michael plays them all the freaking time, so I pull out my phone and scroll through Instagram.

The first thing to pop up on my feed is about Shawn Mendes.

Breaking news, according to Entertainment Weekly, it was just announced by Deadline that singer, Shawn Mendes, is confirmed to have been cast in the remake of The Breakfast Club.

"Oof."

Michael glances over at me. "What?"

I turn my phone to show him and he tilts his head back and lets loose a guttural groan that's also kind of a shriek and a sob at the same time. It's a mixture of sounds from the belly and head and back of the throat and your inner spirit animal. We call it: The Dying Puma.

"This is why we can't have nice things!" He shouts at the roof of the car. I laugh 'cause I'm trying not to freak out about the fact that he lets go of the wheel so he can grab his head and he's now driving with his knees. I know he's tall and I know he does this a lot, but...I don't know...my internal scream is deafening.

"I mean, they're so preoccupied with the fact that they could..." I let it drift off and Michael picks it up perfectly.

"They didn't stop to think if they should. Exactly." He claps to punctuate the point--really bringing it home. Not that he needs to. I literally let him finish my sentence. "Can't wait to watch that steaming pile of shit dominate the box office."

"Here's hoping it doesn't open against anything that actually deserves to make all the money," I grumble.

"Oh it definitely will."

Michael follows release dates and box office reports with the kind of dedication that most people have for fantasy football. Come to think of it, he's even apart of a fantasy movie league. I don't think he does very well, but he still talks about his picks every single week and walks me through his predictions for how he thinks every film will perform over the coming weekend.

He shrugs. "I might see it though."

I laugh in a way that sounds, and kind of feels, like one of those sneezes that you manage to hold back and force down your throat.

"What?" He looks at me; he's smiling, but he knows I'm judging him.

God, am I judging him.

"You have a problem," I say simply.

His smile grows, "I do. I've never said I don't."

"You're obsession with Shawn—"

He holds up his hand to stop me. "Not an obsession. This is love, Lyla. I love him."

I side eye him, hard.

"I do," he laughs. "I am in love with him."

I roll my eyes and laugh lightly. "I'm gonna kick you." I look back at my phone and keep scrolling through Instagram. Unfortunately, my feed is 80% posts about Max's casting.

Michael must feel my pain because he laughs again and says: "You'll never be rid of him. He's everywhere." He waves his right hand around and wiggles his fingers for extra emphasis.

God, maybe I'll tuck and roll out my own door.

I open Google and search for more articles about Shawn. The Deadline article pops up first so I click on it and read aloud.

"Shawn Mendes to star in the highly anticipated Breakfast Club remake."

"Highly anticipated by who???" Michael's skepticism is exactly how I feel right now, but I continue.

"Just two weeks after news broke that Paramount would be remaking some of it's John Hughes' classics, it was announced early Tuesday morning that Grammy-nominated singer, Shawn Mendes has joined the cast of the modern-day reimagining of Hughes', The Breakfast Club. His role is yet to be revealed, but Mendes is the first casting to be confirmed after it was announced that Greta Gerwig (Little Women) is set to direct and the screenwriting pair who brought you Love, Simon and This Is Us: Elizabeth Berger and Isaac Apataker, along with and John Francis Daley (Spider-Man: Homecoming) were picked to pen the script. Fans eagerly anticipate Mendes' long awaited, and long promised, big screen debut."

"Well, they got that right!" Michael whoops. "Anyone else been cast yet?"

I repeat the part of the article where it says Shawn's the first person to be cast.

Michael flips me off and I smile. He sticks his tongue out while he glances at me, but I ignore him.

"That's our exit," I point out. His blinker's on before I finish and he moves over to get off.

A car swerves into the lane ahead of us, causing Michael to stop on his breaks for only a second. It continues into the exit and comes to a sudden stop. A middle-aged white guy gets out of the driver's seat and storms around to the passenger side.

He's pointing at us.

And he's yelling.

"What the fuck," Michael laughs, trying to mask his nervousness as the guy walks into the highway and toward our car, still yelling at the top of his lungs.

He wants to fight with us, I think. I don't know why though. We didn't do anything.

Michael has to swerve to avoid him, but the man reaches out and hits the car. His palm smacks Michael's window. Michael puts his foot to the floor, we barrel onto the exit ramp—but the guy manages to hit the back of the car again as we pass him.

"What the fuck?!"

"Holy shit!"

"What the fuck is going on?!"

"He's insane!"

Michael's speeding too fast as we go around the turn for the clover exit and we're both thrown a bit to the side. Thankfully we're the only car on the ramp so we can drift through the two lanes and not have to worry about anyone.

"What the hell was that?" I shout once we're off the ramp and heading down the straight road that goes right up to the park gates.

"What the fuck just happened?! Did I do something?!" The corners of Michael's mouth are pulled tightly down and he's squinting his eyes again. It's a face he makes a lot whenever things just get too much for him and he doesn't have words or emotions or anything else to express how he's feeling. Somehow, this face says it all.

"No."

"Then why the fuck did he do that?!"

"I don't fucking know!"

Michael laughs awkwardly and I laugh too and our nervous energies bounce off each other until we're legitimately laughing so hard that my stomach hurts and Michael's wiping tears from his eyes.

"That's the stuff of nightmares," he chokes out.

"It's always the crazy ass white people," I chuckle.

"Please kill me before I turn into that."

"With pleasure."

We pull up to the gates of the park as a mass exodus of people since it's almost to sunset and closing time. Michael's laughter calms down and he composes himself as he rolls down his window to talk to the guards.

"We're with the movie," he says and the woman in the hut waves us on.

I shake my head. "I can't believe that's all it takes for us to get through. They don't even ask us what movie."

Michael shakes his head too and his laughter bubbles up again. "A mess."

I feel my laughter coming back too. "A whole ass mess."

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I plop my big canvas bag down on the table and drop into my chair. It's plastic and collapsible and probably over a decade old, but right now it's the comfiest thing in the world. I'm exhausted and my coffee doesn't seem to be helping today. I'm tempted to fold my arms on the table and fall asleep resting on the soft, squishy cushioning of my biceps.

I'm pretty sure Michael's got the same idea cause he pulls out a second hoodie from his backpack and bundles it up, sets it on the table in front of him, then rests his head on it and hugs his arms around it, holding it tight. He's wearing another hoodie, but he needs that one to conserve the little body heat he probably has right now. I wish I had an extra jacket to wrap myself up in too. I'm wearing fleece leggings and an XL men's sweatshirt, but I'm still shivering. Michael's in his usual shorts, t-shirt, and hoodie combo so he's probably already suffering from hypothermia or frostbite or both.

I wonder if that pile of cheap Walmart fleece blankets is still around. A lot of people walked off with their blankets when we wrapped this morning, but maybe there's still a few lying around. They got kinda soaked and gross last night when it rained, but here's hoping they're dry by now.

I'm too cold and too tired to care about how clean they are. Hell, even if they made me so sick, I'd have to go to the hospital, I'd take that over the shitfest that has been this shoot.

We're almost done with our second week of filming here and we're not even halfway done. We were supposed to finish earlier this week, but the weather has not been kind. At this point, they're just trying to wrap first team here so they can move onto their next location, but the extras will still be stuck here with second team to finish up the stunt stuff since this is a major battle sequence. I believe it's supposed to be the climax, but I refuse to read the book this movie is based on. Julie-Anne read it cause she reads everything and Michael started it, but he can't stand it and Julie-Anne wishes she'd never opened it so I'm not even going to bother. I don't even know the first word and I'm perfectly okay with that. They'll tell me things they think I should know.

I finally see the mound of blankets on the ground up against the tent on the side where the exit to the costumes and hair and makeup tent is. The pavement is still wet and there are still a few puddles around so I highly doubt that any of the blankets are actually dry, but I'll get Michael to go check.

"Hey," I bump his arm gently, but he doesn't even slightly budge. It's barely been a few minutes and he's already out like a light. I swear he's narcoleptic or sleep is his superpower or something. My vote is the latter. He's got that Peter Parker look to him. I wouldn't be surprised. He could fall asleep when he's hanging upside down with Spidey. They'll call him Possum.

Even though I'm really freaking tired, if I fall asleep right now, I'm going to be groggy and miserable all day. Might as well fight my way through this current bout of drowsiness, chug some coffee, eat breakfast, and keep going. There's no food set out yet, so I down a few gulps of coffee and open my phone.

Instagram loads up instantly and it's still on the posts about Shawn Mendes being cast in The Breakfast Club. I scroll through a few of them, most use the same photo, which I'm pretty sure they just copy/pasted from the Deadline article, but a few are different. There are a lot of red carpet shots, but a few magazine photoshoots. Then MTV has a TBT from his appearance on The 100. Pretty sure that's the only acting he's done. At least, it's all I've seen.

I keep scrolling until I recognize a Variety photoshoot and click on their article

Of all the 80s classics audiences are desperate to see get the remake-over, The Breakfast Club may not be the first on people's minds, but it's definitely all anyone can talk about right now. News broke this morning on Deadline that singer Shawn Mendes has been cast as one of the misunderstood teens stuck in Saturday detention. Which teen was not confirmed so we're left speculating if Shawn is more of an athlete, brain, or a criminal. This reporter would honestly like to see them switch things up and maybe the heartthrob will be a basket case or, better yet, a prince?

The article goes on to talk about the director and writers who I read about before so I scroll past.

The film does not yet have a release date, but production is slated to begin in late September in Atlanta, Georgia.

Holy shit.

They're filming here.

I kick Michael's chair and falling sensation startles him awake.

"That was cruel," he glares at me.

"Sorry, but you have to see this."

I hold my phone right up to his face. His eyes are squinting, but I can see them moving along the page as he reads. His eyebrows raise slightly when he reaches the end.

"Find out the casting company so we can apply," he mutters, then lowers his head back down and covers his face with his hoodie. My eyes are trained on my phone, but I can't help being distracted by his fidgeting. He must not be able to get back into the comfort of before cause he moves around for a minute, adjusting the jacket pillow, the hoodie he's wearing, and his chair. He ultimately puts his hood up and tugs it over his forehead, then scoots his chair back a few inches before curling back up on his makeshift pillow.

I google more information about The Breakfast Club. It would be cool to work on it with my friends, but so far I'm not seeing any extras casting calls. I did find a crew call though.

I don't have much on my resume, but I really do want to break into the tech side of production. I've only done two other projects so far and one of them was a student short film where I did special effects make-up for a ghost. The other was my first ever film, which I wasn't signed onto officially. I had a friend in the cast and he let me tag along. Since I didn't have a specific job, they just used me wherever they needed me.

I find the email to contact about crew, then copy/paste it into Gmail and attach my resume. I add a few more things to it, mainly rehashing my contact info, skills, and previous sets I've worked on and what I did, then I paste in a few photos of the makeup I've done. I hope it's enough and not too much.

I read back over it, edit a few misspellings, then hit send.

Fingers crossed.

When I look back up from my phone, there are a few more extras here now and they're getting settled into their usual spots. We can sit anywhere, but it's the same kind of thing that happens in high school and college, once you've chosen your spot, it's your spot until the end of time and if anyone tries to take it from you, you'll fight them.

Michael fought a group of obnoxious 16-year-olds once and one of them actually tattled on him to their mom and she came over and scolded him. He has no tolerance for the minors or set moms and I can't say I blame him. They're the literal worst.

Our favorite casting assistant, Shelly shows up about 10 minutes later and she waves at me happily, then sneaks over quietly and scares Michael awake. He's about to murder her until he realizes who it is, then he relaxes and gives her a hug. We laugh and talk for a while and he asks about the I-9s, but apparently, we can't help her fill them out anymore cause she got in trouble for it last time. But, she slides us three I-9 forms and checks our names off the list, then goes back to her table to get her work done before call time and we fill out our forms, tuck them in our bags, then leave to go find breakfast.

When we come back, the last member of our trio, Julie-Anne, is in her seat. Her completed I-9 on the table next to an open book, her knitting in her lap, and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

There's no way she's been here longer than five minutes, but she's a master at making herself at comfortable.

She looks up at us as we walk up to the table and her eyes light up when she notices our plates.

"Ooo!" she exclaims excitedly. "Pancakes?"

I nod and tilt my plate to show her and before we can say anything, she's up and speeding out of the tent to find food.

"You gotta hand it to her," I laugh lightly. "She works fast."

"Yeah." Michael sets down his food and drink and picks up her knitting. When we wrapped yesterday, she'd just started a new blanket, it's almost halfway done now. "Too fast."

We look at each other skeptically, then back at the bright neon orange blanket, then at each other again, and burst out laughing.

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So, yeah. That’s chapter 1. Let me know what you think.

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nikfix · 6 years

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Cranking Up the Gain with Neverdie’s Tani Cariño and Bren Pasamba

(Photo source: http://www.redhorsebeer.com/index.php/blogs/article/5-local-releases-to-watch-out-for)

NEVERDIE might be over, but hopefully, posting my gear feature about them isn’t too late. I’ve seen these guys around, and I’m really impressed with what they‘ve done as a unit. They brought the house down the moment they played the first set in their second to the last April 14 at Saguijo, Makati. They played their last gig the week after at Mow’s, Matalino, Quezon City. The energy and power these guys shared onstage is something I strive to have with the gigs I play. In this gig, I made some new friends with guitarists Tani Cariño and Bren Pasamba.

(This interview was done last month, the week after Garage Morning’s gig with them)

Fun Fact: their bassist Lip Dalangin is my trusted luthier, as well as with my band Garage Morning.

How did you start making music and playing guitar?

Tani: I started in the late 90’s after my older brother taught me how to play “Basket Case” by Green Day. I guess after that it’s never been the same.

Bren: Originally I wanted to play the drums, but a kit was too expensive and our house at the time wasn't big enough to have space for one... or handle the noise. So as a compromise my mom borrowed an old classical guitar for me instead. But my first real guitar was a Rockstar classical guitar where I learned and played Eraserheads songs.

How did your band start out?

Tani: Neverdie started out as a skate crew. After accumulating enough guys in the crew we decided to form a band. I guess after the last show, we’ll go back to being a skate crew.

Bren: I wasn't supposed to be part of Neverdie initially, just a seessionist. But since my schedule was more flexible, I got in haha.

Who are your main influences? And how did they inspire you to play better?

Tani: I’m a huge Blink guy so my first primary influence would be Tom DeLonge and Mark Hoppus. I also took a bunch of ideas from Rufio, Mock Orange and Moneen. More recently, I’ve been influenced by bands like Title Fight, Transit, You Blew It! and The Menzingers.

All these bands are quite melodic in the midst of grit which is what I lean more into. I love the melodic stuff and I always try to listen to new bands so I can get new ideas from them. My foundation for riffs are the Tom DeLonge influenced ones then I just expand from there.

Bren: As a kid my main influences were Ely Buendia and Tom DeLonge haha. But as I grew older and started discovering more music (thanks to Myspace and Limewire) it introduced me to those who influence my music and playing now. From the top of my head: Taking Back Sunday's John Nolan, Brand New's Jesse Lacey, George Harrison, Nothing's Brandon Setta, Title Fight's Jamie Rhoden, Mong and Diego from andwich, Steve and Pakoy from Typecast, David Gilmour, and Kevin Shields, the guys from You Blew It!, The Flatliners, Joyce Manor, and lastly Beast Jesus' Francis Maria and Raphael Pulgar are my inspirations to play although I'm aware it doesn't show in my playing haha. Listening to the songs they've made just inspire me to play in general, nothing in the terms of technique or technicality, pero their playing gets me in the mood to play.

Tell us more about your music.

Tani: Aside from Neverdie, I also play in Irrevocable and Lindenwood. Unfortunately, both Neverdie and Lindenwood are currently calling it a day for different reasons. I personally felt that us in Neverdie just overstayed our welcome. We decided to just finish the band off and start a new band with a slightly different sound. It’ll be our last show / 2nd full length release on April 21 at Mow’s.

As for Lindenwood, our vocalist just decided he wanted to try different things outside of music. Maybe at some point we’ll be back but at the moment it’ll be good for us to take a break. We put out a full length last year.

I’m currently active in Irrevocable which is a band my girlfriend is also in. Featuring members of Nyctinasty (now 3/3), Behind Bears, Beast Jesus, Past Forward, The Oemons, Browse in Bridge and Disquiet Apartment. We have a Singapore show and an album release coming up. We’re planning more fly shows after that so I hope we pull through!

Bren: Neverdie has and always has been a pop punk band though we are and have been influenced by math rock, emo, post-hardcore, hardcore, etc. So whatever happens after, it will be in the same spectrum. As for my future plans, hopefully I get a job soon after my masters because I've been eyeing so many guitars and pedals online haha. GAS is too strong.

Tell us about your guitars. Which is your favorite one and why?

Tani: I’ve been a Tele player for the longest time but I’ve recently started using Rickenbackers for many reasons. I like how not a lot of people use them and they sound different. I do have to work harder to make them sound amazing but it’s always a great pay off. They’re durable as well because of the all maple build. Here’s my current lineup of guitars:

1) 2000 Rickenbacker Fireglo 330 – My first Rick. I was actually supposed to trade a bunch of guitars for a 60’s American Vintage Tele but when I saw this in the room of the guy I was trading with, I asked him I could grab this instead and he agreed. Rickenbacker stopped using Bubinga for their fretboards so I’m stoked I was able to grab one. I also got lucky with this one because it has the Toaster pickups.

2) 2014 Rickenbacker Blue Boy 330 – If you ask me, it looks more like a Seafoam Green 330. This one has the High Gain pickups and the newer Caribbean Rosewood fretboard. I like Bubinga but I actually prefer the color and feel of the Caribbean Rosewood more plus it’s sustainable.3) 2007 Rickenbacker Blue Burst 360 – I actually had to ask around for this guitar because I saw the dude from Oh Flamingo! use it. He borrowed it from a friend and I sent that dude a message. This one has the High Gain pickups and Bubinga fretboard. To me, if my 330s feels like a Gibson 335 then this one feels more like a Les Paul.

3) 2007 Rickenbacker Blue Burst 360 – I actually had to ask around for this guitar because I saw the dude from Oh Flamingo! use it. He borrowed it from a friend and I sent that dude a message. This one has the High Gain pickups and Bubinga fretboard. To me, if my 330s feels like a Gibson 335 then this one feels more like a Les Paul.

4) 2008 Fender Custom Shop Custom Classic Telecaster – My first Custom Shop. I fitted a Miles Anodized Gold pickguard in it. It has the premium ash 1 pc body and the flamed maple neck. Serial number says it’s made in 2005 but the paperwork says it’s 2008. Easily the best Telecaster I’ve ever owned.

5) 2015 Fender Mexico Classic Series 72’ Telecaster Custom – A birthday gift from my folks. I got this in Tom Lee HK. It’s heavily modified at this point. I added Graphtech string trees, Graphtech 3 barrrel saddles, 1 meg pots on the neck, a Bareknuckle flat ’52 on the bridge. I might get a Wide Range neck pickup that’s spec’d more like the vintage ones down the road.

6) 2011 Fender Mexico Blacktop Telecaster – Another birthday gift from my folks. I got this in Tom Lee HK as well. Also, heavily modified at this point. I added Graphtech string trees, Graphtech 6 saddles, Graphtech Nut, Tesla PAF on the neck, Seymour Duncan Prails on the bridge, anodized black Miles pickguard, Ernie Ball knobs. I have a Bareknuckle humbucker sized P90 on the way and I’ll be fitting it on here. I’m also thinking of swapping out the tuners for the locking ones.

7) 2014 Miles Interloper – I have a guitar business called Miles (currently in hiatus) and this is the first prototype. It’s a Jazzmaster body with a telecaster neck. Fitted with a roller bridge, tune-o-matic stoptail, one volume knob and, Seymour Duncan Jazzmaster Antiquities. Pine body and a maple neck with a kamagong fretboard. I used this on the road so much. It’s pretty beat up so it’s retired at this point.

As for favorites, at the moment it’s both 330s and the Custom Shop Tele. All guitars are fitted with DiMarzio Cliplocks and Elixir Nanoweb strings.

Bren: Initially I was a Les Paul guy until Tani forced everyone in Neverdie to get Telecasters. Prior to that I always dreamt of getting a Les Paul though my first guitar was a Strat copy (which I think is the most common starting point for beginners?). But I discovered and fell in love with Offset guitars, particularly Jazzmasters. I love how they look and feel being a bigger guy. I have a White and tort Squier VM Jaguar, a Red and Tort Squier VM Jazzmaster, a Black and tort Riverhead Jazzmaster, a Miles Guitars Interloper (Telemaster), a Black on Black MICSIS Custom Jazzblaster, and a Black and Gold Fender Blacktop Jazzmaster, my "Number 1", on my rotation. But my current favorites are my Stratocasters. I fell back into them a year ago thanks to Nothing. Whenever I feel like switching things up I use either my Black on Black MIM Fender Squier series Stratocaster or a Cream on tort MIJ Fender Stratocaster. I bought a white on mint SX Stratocaster on a whim because I loved the color haha though I've never used it. Still on the hunt for a Telecustom haha.

Let’s take a look at your pedalboard. What effects do you use live?

I used to run with a bigger pedalboard but after doing one fly show wherein I had to pay for my overweight baggage, I decided it wasn’t worth it anymore especially since I always bring my amps to non-fly shows anyway. Nowadays, I just run with a boost, a small reverb that’s maxed out to act both like a delay and a normal reverb depending on the situation, an amp based OD (or parametric EQ), a tuner and a wireless rig.

For this year, the mainstays on my board are the following:

Shure PGX14 Wireless Unit – My dad gave this to me as a birthday gift back in 2006 if I’m not mistaken. It’s the piece of gear that I’ve had the longest and still use to this day.

Korg Mini Tuner – I’ve been using regular sized Korg Pitchblacks for awhile now so going with the mini tuner just made sense especially since I downsized. I absolutely hate clip on tuners for live use so I just prefer pedal tuners as they react faster.

Vitoos ISO8 – I only got this last week. It’s my first time using an Isolated PSU since I recently got a pedal that requires it. Most PSU’s are made in China so I had no issue with getting a relatively unknown brand. It’s my second Vitoos PSU and I’ve always had a great experience with them. Also helpful when you need to play shows in other countries that don’t use the same power voltage you normally do since it’s rated internationally. Get one at Guitar Pusher. Highly recommended!

Orange Two Stroke – Another pedal I just got this year. I’ve been eyeing this one for awhile now but I couldn’t pull the trigger just yet because It was so confusing to use then one day I just decided to go for it and I’ve been using it ever since. It’s a great Parametric EQ / Clean Boost pedal which dials my tone better and makes use of my amp more. Orange amps are typically dark amps so I use this to raise a bit of the high mids. Probably the most versatile pedal I have because it can do so much it’s insane. You can place it anywhere on the board, you can use it for acoustic or bass, you can turn your single coil guitar into a humbucker or vice versa, you can use it as a regular OD or boost pedal, etc etc. Highly recommended!

For my boost, I switch between a bunch of Wamplers (Euphoria, Pinnacle, Plexi Drive), a 65 Pedals Colour Boost and, a JHS Superbolt. For future fly shows, I might use two Wamplers instead of the Two Stroke. One for boost and the other to act as my preamp since I can’t bring my amps with me. I also have an Orange Amp Detonator which is an ABY pedal. I haven’t used it live but I will if I’m suddenly lacking one guitar player in any band I am. I also use Lava cables.

I also have a separate board at home. I just plug in my live board beside it. For my home board I have a NUX JTC Looper on that for practicing and writing songs. I also have one of the ODs above on it as well so I can play with different tones at home.

Bren: From the guitar I go into my Devi Ever Hyperion to my Snark Tuner then to a Diamond J-Drive MK3, to a TC Electronic Flashback X4, to a TC Electronic Hall of Fame Reverb. This is where my board really ends, but I have 2 loopers at the end: a TC Electronic Ditto and a Boss RC-3. The Ditto I use at home when just playing around, and the RC-3 I use live as a sampler, for comic relief haha.

I’ve seen Tani bring this amazing Orange TH30 Head with a 4x12 cab. What amps do you use at home and live?

Tani: It’s actually a 4x10 cab and I love how it looks like a 4x12. I only started using 10”s last December 2017. I find that the 10” speakers have more detail compared to a 12” so that’s what I’ve been using recently.

I still use my TH30 head and 4x10 cab at home as well as an Orange CR120 head, Orange Dual Terror and an Orange 2x12 open back cabinet. My tube driven Orange heads are setup to have more head room. I placed a 12AT7 tube in the first gain stage rather than a 12AX7 to give the amps a bit more breathing room. All the Orange gear I have sound great both on stage and at low volumes. Tough as nails too.

Bren: I currently have an Ibanez TSA15H paired with a Miles 1x12 Cabinet with Eminence Red White and Blues and an Orange Tiny Terror with an Orange 1x12 Cabinet. I primarily use the Oranges, and mix it up with an Orange Micro Terror as a back-up when I'm feeling lazy. I also have an old Kustom 2x12 Cabinet but it is too bulky to bring to shows.

What are you listening to right now?

Tani: A new record by a band called Fiddlehead released last week called “Springtime and Blind” featuring members of Have Heart and Basement. Scott Sellers of Rufio also put out something new called “The Judge”.

Bren: I've been listening to The Wonder Years’ new album since it came out. Then on rotation I have Daniel Caesar, Citizen, Basement, Modern Baseball, Code Orange and Knuckle Puck when driving. Also Hop Along's new album is good too. I also discovered this new band yesterday called Any Name's Okay, they're good haha. Yeah so far they're who I listen to on a daily basis nowadays.

What advice can you give to your fellow guitar players and musicians who want to play like you do?

Bren: My advice for other players and myself is stop comparing your playing to other people. It'll help you find your own "voice", but it'll help you relax as well as a person and as a musician. Just relax and be comfortable in your own skin... or fingers haha. Learn from those you watch and who's around you, don't compete because it really isn't a competition haha.

Tani: Never skimp out on tuners. Get a high quality pedal tuner because the cheaper ones just don’t react as fast. The more time you tune on stage, the less time you have to play so make sure to get one that tracks well. I’ve had a good experience with the Snark Tuner pedal. I think that’s the cheapest tuner pedal that can track almost as well as a Pitchblack.

Avoid displaying guitars in your room. Keep them in a case when not being used. Always check everything in your gear if it works before the show. Bring a back-up of a back-up because you never know if something will go wrong. Study your gear well to a point that you know if it’s making noise, you can instantly pinpoint the problem. Buy a can of contact cleaner. If it’s making noise, it’s most likely dirty. A quick spray of contact cleaner will usually do the trick.

Practicing regularly with the band is important but it’s also important to practice how to setup and tear down your rig the fastest way possible. I absolutely hate it when bands take so long to setup and tear down.

If you’re going to try and play like someone, don’t just pick one and try to keep an open mind so that you can find your own style in playing.

Most importantly, have fun. If you’re in a band that writes original songs, don’t focus on profit or even if people will like it. Write songs that YOU will like.

#neverdie #music #opm #band #tani cariño #bren pasamba

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How To Rock an Apron (Part 1) - Klance High School AU

This is the results of the twitter fic extravaganza I did last night. The rules for myself is that I had to post it as-is with the exception of fixing spelling and grammar errors and comments. I had tons of fun working on this and big thanks are owed to @jackalopes-vld, @dofu-tofu and @milliegirl20 for hanging out with me while I did and keeping me (relatively) sane and on track. I feel like the test-run at this tomfoolery went pretty well all things considered, so thanks buddies.

If you too want to be a part of watching me be insane live and in real time, check out this post for details.

If Keith were the type to do thoughtful contemplation, his current situation might be one to warrant sitting down and carefully examining all the life choices that had led to this exact moment. Because seriously, if Lance in a pink frilly apron, singing "Call Me Maybe" and licking frosting off his fingertips didn't merit some serious fucking soul searching, then Keith could legitimately not think of any situation that would.

Of course, so much of this could be blamed on Shiro - like so very many horrible, humiliating experiences in Keith's life could. But Keith suspected it might actually go back further than that entirely. Back to the beginning of the year and the stupid new kid who'd instantly challenged Keith's title of resident juvenile delinquent and Keith's damnable inability to let anything go ever.

In retrospect, going all-in on a prank war with the (stupidly sexy) transfer student in his senior year, was not Keith's finest moment, but surely no amount of playing "Never Gonna Give You Up" over the PA system, or baby oiling the floor of the third hall bathrooms, was worth this level of punishment from the universe?

Surely he hadn't put that much bad karma out there?

Across the wreckage of what used to be a kitchen, Lance hit a particularly high note - spectacularly off key - and accompanied it with a particularly filthy wiggle of his hips and Keith despaired. Of many things. His sanity for starters.

Also, his taste in boys.

And his GPA.

Holy god, he was so, so fucked.

Keith's face must have been doing something egregious, must have done something to broadcast the fact that alarms were blaring at max volume in his brain, because Lance stopped abruptly and frowned. "Keith?"

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Keith found that "stopping" was actually the last thing he wanted Lance to do - insane when he considered what Lance continuing was likely to do to his brain function - especially if "stopping" was also accompanied by "figuring out what's going on with Keith." He grunted and turned back to the counter, hoping his blush wasn't as visible as it felt. "This song is stupid," he bit out.

Lance laughed, bright and sparkling, the sound hanging in the air like floating bubbles. His nose and the corners of his eyes crinkled in his delight and he looked so genuinely, beautifully happy, he almost hurt to look at. "You are not fooling anyone, Mullet-brain. I know you know every single word to this song."

Keith scoffed indignantly. The fact that is was true did not matter. What mattered is that somehow Lance had stopped taking him seriously, or at least stopped taking him seriously whenever Keith was full of shit - and that was the truly concerning part. Somehow Lance had learned the difference between Keith being surly because he was genuinely pissed and Keith being surly because he was just trying to throw people off. And Keith had no idea when - or how - it had happened. He curled his lip up in a tiny ghost of snarl. "You can't prove a thing."

Giggles. Lance honest to god *giggled* at that. Then he caught sight of Keith's face, and again, something it was doing caught Lance's attention and he went from giggling to guffawing in 0.25 seconds, doubled over in mirth, arms wrapped around his middle.

Once again, Keith mourned his lost sanity and his erstwhile taste because, somehow, this idiot was what he found hot, even when he laughed at Keith while covered in flour - his apron apparently more about aesthetics than functionality. Keith scowled down at Lance's hunched form. "You fucking done yet?"

Lance actually held up a finger signalling that he still needed a minute while his laughter petered off. When it finally died off, he reached up and wiped away a tear of mirth with a knuckle. He smirked up at Keith. "Okay, now I'm done."

There was a smudge of frosting at the corner of Lance's lip that Keith hadn't noticed until the other boy had tilted his head at this exact angle. He looked so soft, and touchable, and approachable and Keith had never in his life wanted anything more than he wanted to reach out and touch - taste - Lance's effervescent beauty in this moment. The tips of his fingers tingled - as if reminding him of all the nerves they had with which to feel the differing textures of Lance's skin, hair, lips - and Keith clenched them into fists. He wanted to reach out; he rolled his eyes instead. "You might be the most ridiculous human I've ever met."

Lance raised both eyebrows, apparently affronted. "Says the Duran Duran reject who shows up to bake cookies in a jacket with the collar popped."

Keith barked out a laugh. "There's an argument to be made that your apron is in fact more ridiculous than my jacket."

Lance smirked, looking like nothing but tempting mischief. "Yet still more appropriate for cupcake baking than leather motorcycle jackets."

Keith grinned, knowing it had to look at least somewhat feral by the way it pulled so sharply at his cheeks. He leaned forward a little, daring to push just into Lance's space and feeling a little thrill race up his spine. "You like my jacket," he taunted.

Lance grinned back, his eyelids falling to half-mast and turning his expression from something somewhat impish to something that looked vaguely filthy. "I do. Particularly the way it goes with your apron."

Grimacing, Keith looked down at the apron in question. It was offensively pink and festooned with a collection of cartoon characters and yellow flowers and he hated absolutely everything about it. At least their Home Ec teacher, while being hateful enough to insist he wear it, let him get away with just tying it around his waist and letting the front flop over instead of forcing him to wear it properly. He'd done that the first day, over his jacket, because the jacket. Did. Not. Come. Off. Ever. While he was at school, and the whole thing had just looked stupid and left him feeling ridiculous. Which was saying something since he already felt ridiculous being in Home Ec anyway. "I rock this apron and you fucking know it."

Lance tipped his head to the side. "That may be," he paused and licked his lips. When he continued, his voice had dropped down to a deeper register. "But nobody pulls off an apron quite like I do.”

#klance #my fic #fluff #and humor #high school au #baking lessons #keith despairs #of many things #and also pines #lance rocks the fuck out of his apron

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