#Also sorry for all the @’s I just wanted everyone to be properly credited and what not if that’s annoying lemme know and I’ll make sure it’

[00fairylights00]

I Guess You Just Don’t Love Me Anymore

GIF from @glowing-starlight on Tumblr

I was so taken by @ash-arts-but-sinful's post which mentions P being jealous of the cat and @oldworldghost’s post which contains the idea of him becoming more mischievous and sassy as he becomes human that I just had to write a little something, I hope it’s alright that I drew on your thoughts for some inspiration!

As a disclaimer, I haven’t finished my first play-through yet so this is more of a character study based off of what I’ve experienced in-game and what I’ve been seeing on Tumblr instead of delving heavily into the world-building and established story that exists within the game. So hopefully no spoilers and it’s very likely that this won’t at all line up with the in-game timeline.

Big thanks to @cupidsredcollar beloved for proofreading <3 

For as long you had known Pinocchio you had never known him to be a jealous individual, in fact, when you’d first met that bleak, overcast morning in Hotel Krat you had been almost unsettled by his uncanny nature. 

His features were perfectly human, aside from the metal prosthetic he’d been fitted with. He had freckles and soft hair, a face that looked fashioned from a real person instead of the smiling caricatures Krat’s puppets were usually fitted with. 

But despite his boyish features, his face barely moved, he nodded along to Sophia as she gave him the task of locating his father, Mr. Geppetto, and tilted his head in question as Lady Antonia explained the concept of lying but his brows didn’t so much as pinch, his lips didn’t quirk and his eyes looked straight through you as you had wished him safety on his travels.

So watching in real time as he came into his own was something you cherished greatly, you continued to watch him grow and change, become something new. Pinocchio chose to spend a lot of his down time with you, he said he found you interesting, that you had a way of explaining humanity that made sense to him and over the last couple of weeks something had started to shift in him.

No, Pinocchio had never been a jealous individual, for as long as you’d known him.

Until today.

Your morning had started normally, woken up by the cool feeling of P’s lips against your forehead, human hand smoothing back your hair. He mumbled something about needing to go out, you tried to convince him to come back to bed, he tried to convince you to get up (he always wins).

P drags you down to the kitchen, you eat and he watches, something that was initially a little awkward but you’ve come to really look forward to, then you farewell each other at the rear entrance of the hotel. 

He holds you close to his chest, resting his lips to your hairline and making you promise to look after yourself and your companions while he’s away, you make him promise to be careful though you know he’s not always able to, often catching glimpses of Sophia muttering blessings and incantations under her breath in the foyer.

“It’s just Ergo hunting today, I’ll be more than careful.” He whispers, human arm winding around your shoulder. You breathe him in, hands to his chest feeling the odd sensation of his heart, not quite a tick but not quite a beat. 

You lean up to kiss against the slant of his jaw, his mechanical pulse jumping in response. He looks down at you, you catch the fondness in his blue eyes without mistake, he captures your lips in his, holding on for a second longer than he knows is necessary (it’s not like you mind though).

Lounging against the doorway, watching him walk towards the entrance of Elysion Boulevard, he turns and gives a last longing look over his shoulder before stepping through the wrought iron gates and disappearing from view.

You sigh, making your way back inside to start on your usual round of chores, helping where you could to take the load off of Polendina who needed more time to focus on Lady Antonia and her illness. You had just returned to the puppet butler for more tasks when you noticed movement on the top of the shelf behind the front desk. 

Sitting tall and proud was Hotel Krat’s resident sweetheart, Spring, tail swishing steadily as she kept watch of the foyer from her perch. The white and orange cat jumped down to the desk as she noticed you, laying down across the dark wood and turning over in gesture for belly rubs; which you gave happily. 

“She’s been very noisy today,” Polendina explained, stroking the cat, “I wonder what she’s trying to tell us?”

“Probably trying to manipulate us into giving her more treats, isn’t that right?” You accused lightly, you were sure that if he could, Polendina would be smiling. 

“There is another load of laundry that needs folding, could I have a hand?” He asked politely.

“Of course Polendina.”

And it seemed you had found yourself a shadow, Spring making an unreasonable amount of noise as she followed you and Polendina around the hotel. She wound between your legs, chirruped in response to your voices and bumped her head against whatever part of your bodies were within her reach. 

It was no surprise that Spring was loved by the inhabitants of the hotel, and it was very apparent that she loved them back, well everyone except for P. Not for lack of trying of course, he followed your advice of trying to build trust between him and the animal but she wouldn’t so much as let P touch her, hissing her disapproval for all to hear.

You’d often watch as P would recoil from Spring, the feline swiping and spitting at the puppet. You couldn’t tell from his expressions if the cat’s dislike for him bummed him out but sometimes as he lay next to you in bed he would lament quietly that Spring hated him, which would award him a sound of humoured pity and a kiss for the cheek.

It wasn’t clear what it was about P that set Spring off so aggressively. In all the time you had spent at Hotel Krat she’d never behaved in such an unfriendly way, even complete strangers who would seek refuge for short periods of time were welcome to interact with Spring freely. 

She would bask in the attention. You hoped that she would eventually come around to the puppet, given it looked like he would be around for the long haul and you just knew the two would be the best of friends if she would stop being so nasty.

But P was patient, far more patient than you were and it showed as you folded and unfolded the same piece of linen for the third time without realising, Polendina placed a gloved hand over your own, silently relieving you of duty.

“Apologies, my mind seems to be elsewhere Polendina.”

“You worry for the boy, it’s only natural that your mind wanders.” You sometimes forget how long Polendina has been around, having been a close companion of Lady Antonia’s for decades. You had a feeling he knew more about human emotions than he let on, somehow he always knew what to say when it came to your thoughts surrounding Geppetto’s Puppet. 

“I just can’t help it, and with him figuring out who he is, I fear he’ll get himself hurt by being too kind.” You wring your hands in your lap, focusing hard on the lines in your skin as you try to keep yourself from thinking of anything too awful.

“He has met humans who have given him trouble before and he has a good head on his shoulders. I would wager that you have nothing to worry about, but I understand that may not put your mind at ease.” 

“It doesn’t but thank you.” Your hand went to Polendina’s shoulder with a smile. “I think I’m going to find something else to do, try and get my mind off of things.”

Polendina nodded once, going back to folding the linens, “I’ll send the boy your way when he returns.”

You smiled in earnest, appreciative of Polendina’s knowing kindness. 

Spring, who had been lounging between you and Polendina, got up, stretching herself out and scampering over to your side. She meowed frantically to grasp your attention. 

Her interruptions continued as you made your way around the kitchen. It wasn’t particularly dirty given how little it was being used now, however, the repetitive action of wiping down the countertops and sweeping the floor were just the distraction you were looking for. 

Your ears perked up at the heavy steps of boots on marble floors, the jingle of P’s belt was something you could identify in your sleep. He stood tall in the doorway, all sweet smiles and fidgeting hands. Happy to see you, always happy to see you.

He was shockingly clean as he approached, resting his forehead to yours as his hands found their place on your waist, all the scolding about tracking oil and muck through the hotel was finally paying off.

You ran your hands over the intricate designs embossed onto the lapel of his coat, smoothing the fabric down before hooking your hands behind his neck.

“Welcome home, pretty boy.” You cooed, brushing your nose against his. 

He liked the small intimacies you shared, bunny kisses you’d come to find were a favourite of his.

“You can go and relax if you want, I’m just cleaning.” You offered, but he shook his head. 

Spring had also gotten bored of waiting on you, brushing up against your legs. So there you stood, sandwiched between your two favourite beings. 

And two shadows wouldn’t be so bad if they would stop getting under foot, you laughed as Spring and P fought for your attention while you made your way around the kitchen.

P hovered close, slinging his arm around your waist as you tried to pass him. You stopped short as he pressed his face into your neck, leaning back against his chest and resting your hands over his wrist. You could feel him smile against your skin, a careful, small smile that only he could manage.

At that moment Spring took it upon herself to jump up onto the counter in front of you, hissing and swiping at P, he scowled and pulled you closer.

“Beast,” he scowled, you gaped at P, smacking the back of your hand at his chest.

“Don’t be horrible, she’s just protecting her territory,” you chided, 

“I haven’t done anything to her, yet she spits at me.” He complained, you thought your ears might be playing tricks on you at the distinct sound of a whine in his tone.

“You love her.” You reminded smugly, a truth he was unable to escape.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” he mumbled, you pushed against his hold, trying to signal your want to move and he hesitantly loosened his grip. Hand ghosting over your waist as he watched you go, you threw a smile over your shoulder which he returned in kind.

You gave Spring a kiss on the head, letting her nuzzle her face against yours before scooping her up and putting her down on the floor where she went back to curling around your legs.

“Ah, so the cat gets a kiss but I don’t?” P asked. You snorted, flinging the rag you’d been using to polish the countertops over your shoulder.

You lent your hip against the counter and crossed your arms over your chest, “you never asked for a kiss, how was I supposed to know that’s what you wanted?”

“I feel like it was obvious.” He placed both of his hands on the counter, stretching his arms out straight as he pushed against the granite. 

You rolled your eyes in jest, unable to keep the fond smile from creeping onto your face, playfully exasperated you closed the short distance between the two of you. Lifting up on your tip-toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he was quick to move his head once you’d pulled back. Hands to your waist and pulling you against him, sealing his lips to yours so quickly it pulled a sound of shock from your throat.

“What’s up with you today, you’ve been awfully touchy.” You teased, twisting the ends of his hair between your fingers. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead tenderly. 

“I missed you too, always miss you when you’re gone.” You placed a hand on his cheek, thumb rubbing gently under his eye.

He pulled the rag from your shoulder and threw it behind you unceremoniously, taking your hand from his cheek to drag you out of the kitchen, a laugh bubbled out of your throat that P was happy to mischievously return.

He led you to the library, seating you at the piano and turning away to rifle through the sheet music stacked in a crate on the floor. He’d been getting better day by day. 

His body wasn’t exactly built to do delicate actions but that never seemed to stop him, in fact, he was inexplicably drawn to all the soft parts of being human even if initially he was afraid to get it wrong. The last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt anyone close to him and for that reason he was acutely aware of the raw strength he possessed.

Though his conscious effort to be gentle made all the difference.

Spring decided she’d had enough of being ignored, jumping up onto the piano bench and brushing up against you, pressing close and then curling down next to you. P turned around, the particular book of sheet music he was searching for held up in his hand, his expression dropped almost comically as he noticed Spring’s position next to you, taking up what was going to be his spot.

“Move her,” he says simply, you throw your head back with a hearty laugh but P’s serious expression doesn’t change.

“No,” you start with a laugh, “Spring got here first, you’ll have to pull up a chair.”

P continued to stand his ground, you wondered if he hoped his very presence would annoy Spring enough that she’d disappear of her own accord, but the cat only opened one eye. She regarded P from her curled up position before nestling her chin back down into her tail. 

It was like Spring knew she was in his spot and was smugly showing off to him, purring loudly.

“P, I’m not moving the cat. Just come and sit on the other side of me.” You insisted, watching as his unappreciated love for the animal won out and he stalked off to get a chair. You chuckled under your breath and passed your fingers through Spring’s soft fur.

“You are so mean to him, you know? He’s quite fond of you and I think you two would be very good friends if you gave him the chance.” You whispered to the cat who ignored you, continuing to purr unabashedly.

Unbeknownst to you, P watched your interaction with the feline from the doorway, his chest feeling warm in a way he wasn’t quite used to yet. Touched by your words that you thought were falling on deaf ears.

He gave in to your fondness for the cat, pulling his chair up next to you, fingers gently flitting across the keys as you hummed softly, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He decided he didn’t mind this so much.

Late in the evening, however, he decided he did mind. 

You were curled up in your bed a book in hand and Spring dozing lazily in your lap, he entered the room and his shoulders physically dropped.

“What’s the matter?” You asked, thumb placed between the pages of your book as a makeshift bookmark. 

“Nothing,” he mumbled, sitting down unceremoniously on the edge of your bed to take off his shoes.

You placed the now forgotten book on your bedside cabinet, the act of sitting up a little difficult with the cat in your lap. You reached for his shoulder but he shrugged off your hand, trying to hide the action by stripping off his coat.

He stood and draped the coat over the back of your desk chair and moved to unbutton his waistcoat, all while staring down Spring with a scowl.

It clicked.

“Are you jealous of the cat?” You wanted deeply to believe that your Pinocchio was not jealous of a cat, but you couldn’t come up with a more sound explanation.

“I don’t know what that word means.” He lied, avoiding your gaze entirely, unbuckling his belt and dumping it on the desk, Gemini didn’t say anything so you assumed he mustn’t be awake.

“Yes you do,” you rolled your eyes, “I remember very clearly the conversation we had about it.” 

He didn’t respond, turning his back to you and focusing his attention on rifling through the dresser drawer full of his clothes. The sleep clothes he was looking for were folded at the end of the bed.

“It’s okay that you’re jealous of-”

“I am not jealous.” Quick, concise and with no room for argument, he spun back on you. His snapping didn’t phase you.

“Uh huh,” you teased with a smirk, turning all your attention back to Spring who’d been ignoring your exchange.

Perhaps what you were doing was a little mean, given that before you hadn’t been ignoring him on purpose, but it was too fun an opportunity to pass up. P let out a disgruntled huff, shuffling around in your peripheral.

“I guess you just don’t love me anymore.” He offered with his arms crossed over his chest, your jaw dropped and a shocked laugh fell out of your open mouth.

“You take that back, immediately!” You snapped playfully, sitting up fully and annoying the cat enough for her to get up and move.

“Make me.” The challenge he’d levied would mean conceding to his childish behaviour but after all he’d been through, you thought it only fair. 

You pulled the sheets back and stood from the bed, crossing the room to him. He tried to act as though he was uninterested, tried to pretend that your hands on his chest didn’t affect him, tried to ignore the speed of his heart as it hammered under your palm.

Your hands travelled the beaten path they always did, from his chest to his collarbone, then hooking behind his neck. Trying to pull him down was useless, like trying to topple a brick wall with bare hands, but you caught him staring out of the corner of his eye.

“Look at me.” Your whisper was a command, and he had always been faithful to a fault. “I love you.”

He tried to hide the oncoming smile, dropping his chin to his chest, but you were quick to guide his gaze back to yours. There was no way you’d be missing that careful grin. His eyes were soft and gentle when they met your own, there was hesitance in them that you didn’t want to see, so you kissed him.

He melted against you, arms winding around your back and pulling you against his chest, you hummed and he couldn’t stop the full blown grin from forming on his lips; breaking away to look at you like a giddy school boy.

“Are you going to take it back?” You asked, brushing your nose against his in a bunny kiss. 

“Will I still get to kiss you if I do?” He joked, you rolled your eyes albeit in good nature, hands cradling his cheeks as he continued to smile.

“I think that can be arranged,” you mused, leaning in to kiss him again, the two of you falling into familiar rhythm with one another.

Spring slinked out of the partially open door, tail held high, she had seen more than enough.

#I started writing this in October when I had barely scratched the surface of the game #Still have not finished it though lmao #Also sorry for all the @’s I just wanted everyone to be properly credited and what not if that’s annoying lemme know and I’ll make sure it’ #Do I know anything about anything? No #Also P talks a lot in this one #Controversial I know :o #I’m kidding #I realised after writing all of this out that the game takes place over like 3 days #So just suspend reality for me if you would #I am no stranger to lengthening the timeline to fit my selfish needs I will do it again in fact #And you will not complain because I wrote the puppet boy kissing YOU 🫵🏻 #pushing my bunny kisses agenda once again #Lies of P x Reader #Pinocchio x Reader #Lies of P #Don’t ask me where the puppet is on the humanity scale because I do not know #jan 2024 #Pretty Boy series #🦋 let your conscience be your guide

[crowleyholmes]

Hello friends, lovers, hereditary enemies, and fellow Good-Omens-brain-rot-afflicted!

Inspired by some lengthy conversations and the need for reassurance regarding a renewal for season 3, the lovely Eena @michaelsheens and I have decided to start a little Project!

(Sorry, Crowley, we had to…)

THE NICE AND ACCURATE PROPHECIES* WEEK

Running from SEPTEMBER 25TH to OCTOBER 1ST, it’s all themed around season 3 and the assumption we’re gonna get that renewal. (Manifesting, baby.)

✨ THE PLAN ✨

Every day will focus on a theme around which everyone who wants to participate is encouraged to create any kind of content they want to! Art, fanfic, edits, playlists, speculation, meta, go nuts!

(Also please don’t worry if something doesn’t fit neatly into a day’s theme; they’re only meant to give somewhat of a prompt and structure. Ultimately it’s not that strict and serious, we just wanna see your stuff :))

✨ HOW TO PARTICIPATE ✨

Share whatever your big heart and massive brain comes up with and use the tag #gomensnaap

(It’s like a long nap or something.)

You’re also welcome to give shoutouts to other people’s work you love and want to celebrate, but please make sure to link and credit properly (!!!)

Most importantly: have fun <3

✨ THEMES ✨

(under the cut)

DAY 1: “And there will be great lamentations.”

Let’s talk the Second Coming! We start off and warm up with everything plot-related. Theories, meta, crack ideas, let’s hear your thoughts on where you think the Big Main Plot is going to go!

DAY 2: “I can make a difference!”

For day two, let’s focus on Aziraphale’s arc in season 3. Did he go to Heaven with a plan? Or is he winging it? (Pun only somewhat intended.) Was he threatened or manipulated or both or neither? Will he tell Heaven just where they can stick it or can he actually succeed? What’s in store for our favorite angel?

DAY 3: “Hated by Heaven, loathed by Hell. How will our hero cope?”

Day three is all about Crowley and what we think he’s going to get up to. Is he going to go drink himself senseless and have a good cry? Go snek and hybernate for a bit? Hang out with Muriel and do some tempting? Does he have a plan and how will he cope being on his own?

DAY 4: “There was magic abroad in the air…”

Let’s talk Ineffable Husbands! How are Crowley and Aziraphale going to resolve things between them? Will there be a massive fight? Radio silence for days/weeks/months/years? Will they learn to Actually COmmunicate? Will there be grudges, grand gestures, secret meetings, a big rescue mission from either side?

DAY 5: “Extreme sanctions.”

On day six we wanna make ourselves anxious, sad and upset. (As one does.) What thing that may or may not happen in season 3 are you most worried about? Dark/depressed/evil/etc Crowley? Memory-wiped/brain-washed/archangel Aziraphale? Book of Life? How could Neil & Co hurt us the most?

DAY 6: “Do you…want a hot chocolate?”

After day 5’s spiral, it’s time for a metaphorical treat. What are you most looking forward to in season 3? What do you really want to see? Headcanons coming true? Scenes you wish for? Things that’ll make you wanna name your cat/dog/fish/insert other pet here Neil Richard Gaiman or Sir Terence David John Pratchett?

DAY 7: “It’s starts, as it will end, with a garden.”

Finally, to finish it all up, let’s speculate about the end of season 3. How do you think we’ll leave this story? Will things just go back to how they’ve always been? Will there be peace? Earth hidden from Heaven and Hell with a big 500 Lazarii miracle? Aziraphale and Crowley turned human? Or will they get their cottage in the South Downs for the rest of eternity?

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 3 #good omens speculation #gomens #crowley #aziraphale #david tennant #michael sheen #neil gaiman #goodomensedit #goodomensgifs #goodomensfic #good omens fandom event #let's manifest season 3 friends!!!! <3 #ineffable husbands #ineffable beurocracy

[writers-ex]

My Barbie itzy thoughts!

Idk why I feel I kind of digressed and ended up with something diff, sorry. By Barbie I’m kind of just looking at the sort of “glam” style, not really the show as I know nothing about it.

Cool, jock, Ken!Ryujin is predictable and would probably be what people are thinking, but that’s a little overused, let’s try again. (Note: I’ve never watched Barbie, I was into dinosaurs as a little girl)

I’m thinking..

Nerdy ryujin, I feel will be adorable. I would imagine she’s a character that grew up around popular brothers, and it explains her masculine mannerisms sometimes, but once she’s dolled up, she’s not used to it, looks so sharp and and her features are accentuated-she’s getting flirted with left, right and center and she freaks out a little. It’s something she doesn’t do often (doll up) only when she needs a confidence boost or when she wants to look good for someone. Otherwise she also looks great in casual wear, we all know she’s a natural beauty. When all dolled up I’d imagine she feels like she earns the right to have her way with her s/o, puckering her lips and just stands on the roadside like a kid, expecting to be properly kissed, babied, her bags carried. Side note, I’d really like to see people write about ryujin after detaching her from always being cool and “dominant”, not that people don’t, but those works are rare, about her when she’s lovingly mean, secretly a softie and actually so pretty.

Yeji

I think yeji would like to dress simple but sleek, something I observe in her casual wear. So as a Barbie character I don’t know why but maybe I’ll see her as a character that chooses comfort, but could totally pull off looks when she wants to, like ryujin. Her latest hair color too? Don’t know why but I would love to see her try to act sly/ bratty given how composed and behaved she acts. Pressing her face into your neck playfully, thinking she’s sleek, eyes locked onto yours with deep desire. You try to look away but she knows your attention is on her, and she licks her lips and let’s her teeth sink down on them, giggling before pulling off something she knows will get her into trouble. Well, not really trouble if she enjoys it. She slides your hand onto her thigh, even though you made it known you were busy. When she nears climax, you stop engaging with her sopping slit and you give it, soft slaps, watching her face contort in pleasure at the contact, yet tears threaten to spill at the loss of contact.

Chaeryeong

Such a pretty, shy girl but when in her element, watch out. Would love to see her in garter belts, pale, toned legs with slight impressions by the elastic bands. Her body is so.. proportionate. Let’s see, shibari with Barbie chaeryeong has been occupying my mind? She’s so flexible too? When I saw her on youngji’s drinking show, she seemed to know what she wants. She’s capable and more intelligent than most people give her credit for. In the same fashion, she knows how she wants to be tied up, she knows you’ll do a good job. She’ll also do a good job trying to hide the fact that she’s all tied up under the layer of clothes she’s wearing to dance practice, every time she needs to bend over for a dance move, the rope is forced up against her clit, and she tries to keep noises to herself, while you watch her trying to hold it in through the mirrored practice room wall.

Lia

Lia is the girl that low key knows everyone, and guys fall for her, making other girls hate her, they just hate her because they ain’t her. Knows how to work her way through small talk, knows how to carry herself. Trust fund baby, yet humble? The girl that doesn’t go to parties but rents the largest hotel in the city for her 18th, you know what I mean. She’s blonde now too, how fitting. Lia fr is so gf coded in all the selfies she takes. She knows them angles, so prepare yourself for pictures (and videos, if you know what I’m getting at) from all the prettiest angles in your messages, by our pretty main vocal.

Yuna

You cannot tell me she isn’t the most Barbie coded member out of all of itzy, I just won’t listen. Her giggles that she got called for a pick me girl over, it drives me feral, and feeds into the Barbie agenda. Duality here. I’m seeing Loco MV Yuna, walks her scary ass dogs everyday but it looks more of like her dogs are taking her on a walk. Yuna is so soft, adorable and sweet too, legit bias wrecked me when I went to their concert irl SHE IS SO GORG IRL? Would rule those when it’s 144p but you’re xxx TikToks. Rocks every shade of pink, how much more barbie(r) can she get? I miss smiley yuna. She’s older than me but I’ll always see her as itzy’s maknae

-🦦

YES BC ALL I CAN THINK OF AFTER SPIDERVERSE IS THE BARBIE MOVIE SO IM READY FOR THESE THOUGTS!!! also im loving ken!ryujin ideas….hmmmmm starts thinking thoughts

softie ryujin after getting a makeover SENDS ME OMG SOMEONE SEND MORE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS BC IM SO SOFT RN

yeji as a trendsetter that acts like a bratty sub in private lkdsjkfjkda YES GOODNESS PLEASE

tying up chaeryeong is a kink i didn't know i had and i need to explore this-

getting spammed by pretty selfies and cute voice messages of how much she misses you is making me soft rn i love this with her TwT

yuna is the baby fr and i can't see her in anything else other than spoiling her with more clothes and being her sugarmommy if i had the funds for it AND BISH YOURE SO LUCKY TO HAVE SEEN HER BEAUTY UPCLOSE LIKE DAMN YOU WERE BLESSED AND IM SO HAPPY FOR U <3

#🦦 anon #Barbie!itzy #itzy #itzy headcanons #chaeryeong hard hours #chaeryeong hard thoughts #itzy hard hours #itzy hard thoughts #itzy smut #ryujin hard hours #ryujin hard thoughts #yuna hard hours #yuna hard thoughts #yeji hard hours #yeji hard thoughts #Lia hard thoughts #Lia hard hours #Barbie!ryujin #Barbie!lia #Barbie!yuna #Barbie!yeji #Barbie!chaeryeong

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi hi! A thought for your Sweet Sunday prompt (but only if it works/you have time).. could I suggest "a long walk in winter" with your preference of Bucky or Steve? Cosy knitwear vibes optional!

Thank you! Hope these days are being kind to you.

I chose Bucky because I haven't written him in a hot sec. Also, this turned into a love confession, so...whatever. (Wait, how did this get sooooo long?!?! WHY IS IT SOOOO SAPPY???) Warning for mild romance, i.e. kissing and vague groping, I guess.

It's just the most beautiful day.

Unusual of a request as it may be, you're glad you suggested it. The whole team is worn out from an odd mission, and you don't know how to explain why this seemed a better option than going straight back to the compound but you were right.

Within minutes of your mission site is a national park. Last night you tossed out the idea of wanting to explore it, even though the area is usually closed for the season. You all have a jet and you're Avengers; you can handle yourselves in a bit of frost and snow.

Everyone rummaged through their lockers in the morning, gathering all the warm, civilian clothes they could find and trading anything that would fit another better until everyone was properly bundled up.

Most of the group goes off in their own directions for some solitude and a good think. Bucky, Steve, and Sam all walk along with you for a ways as you climb toward higher ground and a better view.

"You hear that, Steve?" Sam stops and points off to his right.

Steve looks focused for a second, brow furrowed. "Either stream or waterfall, I think."

"Wanna check it out," Sam questions, shrugging.

"Sure. You guys...?" He gestures to you and Bucky.

"Maybe on the way back," you chirp. "I want to see the valley with the most sunlight."

Bucky just shakes his head at Steve and turns back around, hands deep in his pockets.

"Alright, we'll catch up later." Steve and Sam wave with small smiles, heading off.

You and Bucky keep climbing, but even when the path is a bit steep--steep enough for you to have to grab forward to step up--his hands remain buried.

It's when you reach a nice lookout ledge that you see it.

Bucky's shivering.

It's not consistent, but the cold sometimes races up his spine so fast he can't contain it. He peeks over his shoulder guiltily, worried you've noticed.

Automatically, you come over to press against his covered, metal arm, wrapping yourself around it and resting your cheek on the shoulder.

"Sorry, Buck. I didn't think to layer you for this."

He may run warm, but the shocking disparity between cold metal, his clavicle, and a lung must be terrible.

"'S alright, doll," he mumbles back.

The team--the whole team--is close. You all have to be to do what you do, to be ready and in sync in the chaos of battle, to communicate without words in a split second. They are your family, all of them, but if you're being honest with yourself, it's always been Bucky.

To you, he's not a broken man and he never had anything to prove. His personality--his real personality--was just a bit hidden. You had to excavate his sense of humor, convince him to joke around with you, and encourage him to enjoy things. It's been the greatest joy of your life and likely your greatest achievement to bring the world back to Bucky...to bring Bucky back to the world.

Of course, you have to remind yourself, it wasn't just you. A lot of that was Steve. Sam, too. The whole group really. You can't take all the credit, but you're still proud.

Finally, he stops shivering, and Bucky presses his arm into your hold a little.

"This was a good idea," he says softly, and you shift your head to see him squinting out over the landscape.

Evergreens are dusted with glittering snow at their peaks. The whole area smells of earth and ice, and it's the purest moment you've felt since...well, since the first time you ever witnessed Buck smile.

Steve said some ol' time phrase you didn't understand, and Bucky just burst into snorts of laughter, like a kid losing his shit over a dirty joke. His eyes flickered over to you several times while he got control over himself. Neither ever explained what was so funny, but you were already a goner for that shy and slightly devious smile.

Bucky pulls his hand from his pocket, making and relaxing a fist before bending at the elbow. The hand presents in front of you like an invitation.

"Do you mind..."

"Oh gosh, of course," you scramble, curling one hand in his palm and spreading your other over the back of the metal digits. "Better?"

The rumble of a hum replaces the path of his shivers.

You both take in the beauty of nature for a long time after that, warming each other, comforting wordlessly. At some point, you shut your eyes and just listen to the quiet whistle of the wind and the sweet song of birds carried along it.

"Doll?" His whisper is so soft that you almost miss it in your mind's floating.

You have to fight heavy eyelids to look up again. "Hmm?"

He's bathed in cool sunlight, cheeks ruddy from the burn of the wind, and Bucky opens and closes his mouth several times. A few whisps of his hair have fallen from the low, tiny ponytail he can get it into now. His icy, piercing gaze stalls your heart without warning. He licks his lips before looking at the ground again.

"What?"

Bucky shakes his head. "Nothing." He drops his hand from yours.

"You want some time alone, too? I can just--"

"God, no--" he turns, both his hands at your waist, and you're shuffled backward by the force of him "--don't leave me. Don't ever leave me."

"I'm not." Your butt hits a solid surface of rock, and he still doesn't stop advancing until his body stands flush with yours. "Buck, I'm not...I'll never leave you," you end in a whisper.

His head is down, forehead a mere inch from your nose, and he nods. "Okay." He nods again, breathing almost labored in the cold, puffing steam across your covered chest.

You have no idea what's wrong, but in all the time you've known Bucky Barnes, he's only ever been upset by bad things. You think he must be struggling with the weight of the mission, burdened by a detail only he witnessed, and you want to help. You've only ever wanted to help him.

You raise your hands to his jaw, sliding them over his rough, stumbled cheeks when he looks up into your eyes, mouth agape.

"It's okay. It's okay, Buck." You continue to move your fingers into his hair, circling lightly over the nape of his neck, and his eyes close again. "You're okay, Buck."

He sighs heavily, and when he starts to lean closer, you think he's going to hug you. He gives the best hugs, so you're melting at the thought alone, but he is not about to hug you.

His arms do curl around the small of your back. He does pull you against him tighter. His chin does not find your shoulder.

Instead, warm, smooth lips find yours, a sharp contrast of scorching heat in the winter air. Your heart is pounding in an instant. The flare of bewilderment stretches your body taut.

"Buck," you question in arms.

His mouth seals to yours again, harsh, needy, and chaste all in one long drag.

"I love you," he whispers. "I've loved you for so long, and even if you don't feel the same, can I just love you? Just for today?"

He keeps pressing little kisses to your lips while you gasp for searing cold breaths. "Okay, Buck," you manage before he's against you again.

"If--" you break away only by tilting your head back onto the rockface "--only if I get to love you tomorrow."

You stroke your thumbs over those scruffy cheeks as before, a comfort to you both this time.

The sky-blue of Bucky's eyes watches the changing expression on your face as it dissolves from shock to sincerity, and then he smiles.

It's a shy and slightly devious smile.

Bucky takes the deal, and again, you're a goner.

#ro answers #sweet sunday asks #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #fluff #fluff and feels #fluff and romance

[moumantaimf]

Intermission, Page 4/4

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With this... I want to finally celebrate the first anniversary of this comic! While technically the first page was done on September 19th and some of the characters had been created long before, it was a sketch the one that kickstarted the whole comic idea and that one was made on September 17th, 2022.

Last year I was working but I had lost most of my love for art due to multiple reasons. I decided to start this comic because "If I don't do it now i will never do it". And it ended becoming a sort of miracle cure: Working on this brought me back all the love I had for arting. And while properly getting back into the groove was extremely hard (couple with a lot of RL reasons), this comic helped me to regain my sanity and the appreciation for everything.

I decided to pour here everything I had learned so far. Writing. Trying to make a story that didnt rely on crude jokes, edgy stories just for the sake of being edgy, and trying to keep it SFW to an extent.

Chapter 1 didn't have much writing on it beforehand (just a vague note); I was trying to just "draw, don't stop". I was also afraid of losing interest (like has happened with most of my stuff before) so I wasn't sure how far I was going to reach with this (and that's why I didn't try to make a page like this for the comic at first). But I carried on. And started properly writing the story I wanted. I look at it now and its insane for me to think that I have an actual proper story, a lot of characters and relationships that feel natural.

This story is what I think is my magnum opus and I'm putting all I know, learned and have into it. However, saying I've done this alone would be super false. I tried to put in the credits the peeps who have helped me in one way or another, and I want to sincerely thank not only them, but also you, the reader, for your interest and for reading this, and also to everyone who shares this and so. I hope to continue making a story you like.

See you during November or December when chapter 8 comes!

- Vic

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Panel 1: D is in a graveyard. He says "…And that's what's been going on. I even got a space sister, one that actually acts way less spoiled than your daughter in spite of having much more".

Panel 2: D smells a handful of flowers with their eyes closed.

Panel 3: D drops the flowers next to the gravestone of 'Emma Reh' with an epitaph in German: 'Der Tod, so bitter er auch sein mag, ist nicht das Ende, sondern nur eine weitere Stufe, von der aus wir zu einem besseren Leben übergehen'. D says "You know what, old hag? I forgive you for all the bullshit. To be honest, I'm sorry you never found happiness in your life; unlike what you taught me, I learned that life actually can be beautiful and worth living. I don't really love you, but I genuinely hope you found some peace at the end, and that you're having fun with all your boys down there. Now it's my time… to leave with my new family, or pack, as we call ourselves. And you… You sleep well or whatever. Auf Wiedersehen wir sehen uns in der holle".

Panel 4: The band is walking through a street, but both Sher and Rowi are hugging D. Rowi says "Hey D, you're still very stressed. Wanna get some Döner Kebab with us?". D replies "S…sure! Thank you guys. You're the best thing that has happened to me in my life".

Panel 5: Roi, standing on a ceiling, wearing a visor, says "We love you too, D. You can be sure of that". There's a small narration square saying "End of recap. Thank you for reading this intermission. The story will resume in Chapter 8".

#moumantai #comic #alien #cute #avali #vampire_bunny #moumantai motherf★ckers #furry #manga #deer

[faithinlouisfuture]

Hello!

Let's have some fun!

Choose wisely!

Best EU/UK Show?

Best EU/UK Outfit?

Best EU/UK Tour Moment?

Best EU/UK Concert Moment?

Best EU/UK IGTV?

Best EU/UK Group Photo?

Best EU/UK Concert Photo?

Best EU/UK (Michael) TikTok?

Song that Stole the Show in EU/UK?

Best Team and Band Members from EU/UK?

Best Only The Poets Song?

Best UK Opening Act?

The Ultimate Questions:

NA or EU/UK?

Sun Room or Only The Poets?

Best Tour Setlist?

Photos, gifs, videos, links, and edits are very much welcome and appreciated.

Hiiiii I know I’m suuuuppeerrrr late on this but I wanted to answer properly!

Best EU/UK show

Bestie I will not be made to choose between Amsterdam, Milan and Donny so have all three please 🤍

Best EU/UK outfit

Obviously I have my top 10 all sorted & ready but since you insist on just best then nothing beats mustard mesh 🧡 (have these gifs cuz I couldn’t resist)

Best EU/UK tour moment

When he walked out on stage in mesh! Sorry I’ll stop. Hmm there’s way too many to just choose one. I enjoyed all the bigger moments of course but also the smaller ones like louies showering Louis with so many jerseys and hoodies he never has to shop again. All of the super super cute fan interactions! My favorite by far being the one where he pointed at the solo louie at barricade during Defenceless “I just wanna be loved by you” while they literally had their ‘your solo louies love you’ sign up! 🥲 And so much more really, I could probably write essays but I’ll spare everyone.

Best EU/UK concert moment

Ooohhh that’s really hard, there were so many amazing moments but I feel like my heart grew 369 sizes when he talked about being more proud of being in front of his home Donny crowd even though he’d just been in front of a sold out Wembley crowd the night before 🥲

But also can’t let this question go without mentioning the utter soul altering moment that was; Change at Łódź for the first time. Yeah I’m still not over it.

Best EU/UK IGTV

Tie between the one that was last shared and the Berlin/Prague one! x Some things I refuse to choose, have more than one!

Best EU/UK group photo

Tie again, are you even surprised at this point? Antwerp thanks to his entire band bullying him and Donny cuz of the entire crew being on stage with him, what a moment!

Best EU/UK concert photo

Once again there’s way too many, but this one’s pretty spectacular! Captures the essence of a Louis concert; beautiful lights and him being our because. (Sorry I don’t know who to credit for this though).

Best EU/UK tiktok (Michael)

The service station one. Matt was so done and such a mood!

Song that stole the show in EU/UK

By virtue of being the only one ‘not played at ltwt22’ before, it has to be Change/s

Best team and band member from EU/UK

The entire team is abso-fucking-lutely amazing! So that’s a hard one to choose. And same for the band, I couldn’t be happier with Louis’ band! (This would have been easier to answer if you’d asked worst instead of best; Whoever is managing LTHQ & Isaac)

Best OtP song

My personal favorite of theirs is Ceasefire, and Tommy’s reaction to the first time the fans held up lights for them for that is absolutely adorable.

Best EU/UK opening act

Only the Poets - to be fair though they’re the only ones who’s set I’ve watched, also they were insanely grateful and professional and very cute with the rest of the band and team so I have a soft spot for them

NA/Can leg OR EU/UK leg

Sun Room OR Only the Poets

Best Tour Set List - Version 5.0 LTWT22 Wembley, London because I’d rather have JHO on there, wish he’d take one of the 1D covers out. Fingers crossed for the LATAM leg🤞🏽

#anon #I’m sorry this is SO late #thank you for asking! #ltwt22 #european leg #compilation posts #this has been lying around in my drafts for three days now #here have some tour thoughts

[wildcard-rumi]

top 10 video game music tracks!

Sorry for taking so long to answer... It took me a while to properly wake up today...

Okay, to make this a little bit more fair, I'm gonna exclude opening and credits songs because otherwise the majority of this list would be Persona and Tales Of... Also, this is a really hard one so these are in no particular order.

1 - Battle For Everyone's Souls from Persona 3, I think it's the best final boss theme in the whole series and one time my buffs for the party synced up with the four guitar chords and it was awesome.

2 - Escape From The City from Sonic Adventure 2, I mean... Childhood. Plus great way to hype you up when starting a new game. Little fun fact about me: This was the first song I learned all the lyrics to. Tiny Rui was also a huge nerd.

3 - Dearly Beloved from Kingdom Hearts. My personal favourite version is the one from Kingdom Hearts 2 because it's just so soothing. But the Melody Of Memory version is a close second.

4 - Mirrors from Tales Of The Abyss. So I have a huge weakness in soundtracks... And that's when they use one song as a leitmotif for multiple tracks. For example, Persona 3 does this with Kimi No Kioku and inserts the basic melody in a handful of other tracks and they're all gorgeous. Tales Of The Abyss does this with the opening song Karma, with the two biggest examples being the final boss theme and Mirrors, the sentimental piece that plays whenever characters are having a vulnerable moment with each other. And it's beautiful.

5 - Kaine ~ Escape from NieR Replicant. Honestly I could put the entire NieR soundtrack on here because it's all so beautiful but I dunno there's just something about this tracks that I adore.

6 - Maya's Theme - ATLUS Kitajoh Remix from Persona 2: Eternal Punishment. I mean, I love Maya. I love her theme. I love this remix. It's just great.

7 - Blue Bird Lamentation from Zero Escape: Virtue's Last Reward. I haven't played this game in years but I still remember the way the scenes with this song made me sob when I first played it.

8 - Pursuit ~ The Resolve Of Naruhodou Ryuunosuke from The Great Ace Attorney 2. Honestly, all of the pursuit themes are on this list because they're all incredible. But the grandeur of this one in particular is just the best. I wish I could explain why I love it so much but it involves major spoilers and I don't want to spoil anything from this game for anyone. You need to experience it yourself - Please play The Great Ace Attorney Duology. P l e a s e.

9 - Dark Hero from Astral Chain. Both versions are great, I really wish they made a duet version too because that would have been awesome. But the way this track kicks in as the boss fight begins and your character transforms... It's kickass, I love it.

10 - Discussion - Hope Vs Despair 2nd from Super Danganronpa 2. I dunno why this version of the track is my favourite but something about it just hits different. Plus the high pace of the track really goes well with the context of listening to everyone debate/argue and trying to pick out the truth from everything you're hearing.

#i'll see if i can edit in links to the songs once i've properly woken up #i'm still very sleepy

[princesspastarave]

I WILL ALWAYS WIN THE IDGAF WAR (ON THE OTHER SIDE) 😎

i think part of healing is holding others accountable - learning to set those boundaries and let yourself feel angry and hurt and not let them walk all over you, but it comes to a certain point where you need to recognize that the world is bigger than you and your relationship with another person. for better or for worse you can never be with someone’s past or potential you can only live with their present reality and you have to accept whatever that is at the time in front of you.

you never let me grieve properly. you wanted me to hurt you and ruin your life so bad. you wanted me to hit you or scream the way my mother would to you and i never fucking did. you acted like i was hurting you / threatening you because of a sza album i posted ?! kill yourself.

you shouldn’t have used 🐌’s death or your parents fuck ass divorce as an excuse to get away with engaging in kink in the middle of a fight with zero aftercare. you shouldn’t have used “do you really wanna be like your mom? want your kids to grow up like you?” as a way to get me to sign without you and hide our place away and shove me out like i was some shameful fucking secret. and to walk around your school acting like the move was an act of love and you saved me ?! rot in fucking hell.

you promised you’d help me as long as i need and then dropped off in the middle of nowhere, no warning. knowing i’ve lived paycheque to paycheque my whole life. knowing my bar shifts were declining and i was working odd hours. i will never forgive you.

i believed you like a fool and waited for you to pull through for me just like i did for you. i sacrificed my mother and security and credit / rental history and all i needed was your honesty. for you to tell your dad where his money was going like you said he did. and you tried to paint me like some gold digging tramp. humiliating and confusing me to the people i had considered like parents to me. driving irrevocable wedges between us when you had so many resources and outlets for help including the space i gave you bitch KILL YOURSELF.

i talked to your dad days before my eviction to set the record straight to clear my name. it did not go well.

in hindsight, he was nicer than he could’ve been. i was held back and carried away and i saw in his eyes he feared me and feared for you as his son and someone who wronged me the way you did. everyone knows i’ve stabbed closer relatives than both of you.

he told me you should’ve never said or done any of that and apologized on your behalf - finally. a fucking apology for the fucking abuse - but he also told me i should’ve never believed you. i should’ve known better and i shouldn’t have been so stupid. i tried pleading that i wasn’t stupid and everything i did was because i love you and wanted to keep you safe and forgive you and he told me to never do that shit again. to never feel bad for anyone because they’ll capitalize off of it. that i was not your family or wife or mother so i didn’t owe you a damn thing and you guys didn’t owe me either. i know most of that shit came from the heart of a little boy who had to fend for himself and never believed in the power of a woman’s unconditional love, and i feel for that little boy every day. but he’s not a little boy and neither were you and neither was anyone i let hurt me. there is no deep down. you are not your past wounds you are what you do about it. and all you can ever do about it is be evil like your little bitch boy daddy.

yet i still ache at the last image of one of the first families i’d considered my own was him slamming the door in my face, threatening to call the cops as my legs went numb and i screamed.

i see now why he’s such a successful lawyer. i see now what you meant by it being pointless to argue with him. and i’m sorry i didn’t quite hear you before. i’m sorry you grew up hearing his arrogant voice over everyone else’s - including your own. i’m sorry you felt like your voice didn’t matter and no one would listen but i think it’s clear to see that i was always listening even when i couldn’t hear.

i’m sorry your mother wasted her life trying to make the best out of his bad situation and subsequently brought you two into such a neglected negative space. but he was right, i can’t be pitying you guys or anyone else when all it leaves me is abused and neglected, everything i’d run from in the first place. but for you to be acting like a scared little victim when you left me to rot on the fucking street? i don’t owe you a damn thing.

and yet here i stand, still protecting you. your name and your face. your precious family’s identities. for what, exactly? in the name of being the bigger person? taking the high road?

it’s out of love, if i’m honest. the move, the hiding, the stealing, even the leave, everything i ever did for you and everyone i’ll meet is always out of love. just for you to say i don’t care.

i care so much all the time and it sucks you could never open your heart a tiny bit to see that. i let you hurt me and leave me miscarrying in a stranger’s arms in the name of love. i quietly carried your wounds and let you lash out at me in the name of love. everything i ever let happen was in the name of love and you will not take that away from me. “i hope our kid gets your eyes,” to which you responded “i hope our kid gets your heart.” you didn’t love me like you said you did. you loved that i tried so hard to forgive you. you loved the idea of a subservient little bpd bitch to keep her head down and forever feed your ego you did not love me or even care.

you didn’t care i moved for you. you didn’t care i waited. you didn’t care i defended you. i was on the streets racking up an additional $10000 of mastercard debt while you were partying wasting more of your parents’ hard earned money and you didn’t fucking care.

i don’t care for your safety anymore. i’ve told my entire city and am making my way through yours and everyone else’s so the look of distain will follow you everywhere you go. sparing no details about your face and the way you liked to fuck me while i cried. you psychotic fucking pig.

you will fucking pay for what you did. you and your wretched family will regret ever trying to make me look stupid or evil for wanting love and needing security. you will feel the guilt of weaponizing my mother and not giving me the space to grieve properly until you are completely bald. you will rue the days you took advantage of my trust.

i’m done trying to forgive your sins when they make me want to crawl out of my own skin. i’m tired of being the one to apologize. this is your fault and you know it.

i will be everywhere and nowhere and you will fucking feel me in your guts the way i watched what would’ve been our child spill out of mine. you will sleep in the fucking ground and still never escape me. not even god can save you now. and when He needs my forgiveness to get you into heaven i will finally be able to look you in the eyes and laugh. i will rip Him apart and see you in hell, the only dimension where i’ll ever lay a hand on you like you begged me to this whole time. only there will that be the place i tear you limb from limb and feed you to the wolves. i’m sick of trying to protect you.

so i guess you’re right. i’m the one that doesn’t care. i really don’t give a fuck.

#🥅 #vent post #cw sa mention #cw miscarriage #cw sui mention #cw abuse

[laurasstufff1]

April. ft John Stones

Credits for the gift to @avenirdelight !!!

Summary: You are the photographer 📸 for Manchester City🏙, but most importantly, you are the mum of a precious baby girl 👩‍👧. John doesn’t seemed to mind it, in fact, he loves it💓.

Warnings: none. I just had the need to write something that involves babies and John 🤤. Also it’s my first time writing for this man, so any feedback is welcome! 🤗😚 and English is not my first language, so sorry for the mistakes I probably made 🙁

Word count: 3.7k (idk what’s wrong with me, I can’t write short stories anymore😑)

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John still remembered the first thing he thought when he saw you on the side of the field, with a camera around your neck. He actually said it out loud ‘she’s so beautiful’.  He also remembered the reaction of the whole team when he confessed the obvious in the changing rooms almost a week later, they just laughed and teased him. 

And despite that, the feeling in John’s chest only grew more when you mentioned you were a single mum to a beautiful baby girl, showing them pictures on your phone proudly and introducing her to them when you brought her to work for the first time soon after. 

That was almost eight months ago, but nothing had really changed. 

“You haven't even ask her out and you’re already thinking of her like the mother of your children” Kyle laughed watching John’s gaze fixed on you. It was 9 am and, as always, you were walking into Etihad Campus canteen, but you were not alone. Your 1 year old walked next to you holding your hands, she still couldn’t balance properly on her own. 

“Shut up” he mumbled watching as you greeted the staff, better said the staff greeted the cute girl walking next to you.

“You’re drooling mate” Jack said making the whole table laugh. He knew he wasn't, but still checked. This was going to be  along day…

“Come on, come on!! one more step, princess!!” you encouraged your sweet girl as she held your hands, clumsily walking towards the table where the players, who were your friends and her ‘uncles’, were waiting. John had a big smile on his face, the same he always had when you were around. He was by far your best friend in the club, who knew if that relation could get somewhere else, as you silently wished at nights. You knew your situation as a single mum wasn’t ideal, but love conquers all, right?

“Come here, baby!” John got up of his chair and kneeled in front of it, opening his arms to welcome the little girl. She let go of your hand and took those last three steps on her own until she reached John, who took her in her arms “Hello baby April” he whispered kissing her soft cheeks. April, that was her name. And yes, you named her after the month she was born, your favorite month.

“Please be careful!” You shouted watching John lifting her in the air, her high-pinched laugh could be heard in the whole room. “Morning guys” only then you greeted the others, who answered with the same words as they kept their eyes focused on April. That little human had the whole club wrapped around her fingers. 

“He loves her more than you, and trust me that’s almost impossible” Phil laughed as you rolled your eyes back and John glanced at him. If looks could kill… 

It was kinda obvious to everyone how both of you felt towards each other, even April seemed to know what was going on between you and John. But they didn’t want to push anything, knowing your situation wasn’t as simple as it looked, even though John was determined to at least try it from the very beginning.

“I’m sorry for bringing her. My mum had a headache this morning” you said although you knew there was nothing wrong in bringing her, they loved her as much as you did and, as a photographer, she let you do your job perfectly fine.

“Are you joking?? April being here just makes everything better” Ruben said from the other side of the table and the rest nodded. On the other hand, your daughter started laughing when John lifted her sweatshirt and started giving her raspberries in her tummy, shouting ‘stop’ between giggles.

“Football!” she suddenly said when he stopped, pointing to the big crystal windows where she could see the green fields.

“Yeah yeah, football” you laughed taking her out of John’s arms, who looked at you with characteristic smile of him “you guys got her mad, it seems like she only knows that word” you rolled your eyes back as the whole table laugh, making comments on how proud they were about it. “Anyways, we have to go, alright?” You looked to your daughter who nodded with her little smile.

“Aren't you taking pictures today at training session??”  Jack asked.

“Only in the evening, I need to edit some to upload them to the web as soon as possible. Bye guys!! Say bye bye, April” she didn’t pronounced the word, but she did wave her little hand making all the players melt at the sight.

“So freaking perfect” John whispered under his breath when you left, thought Kyle, who was sitting next to him, heard.

“The baby or the mum?” He laughed.

“Both mate. Both” John mumbled with his gaze fixed on you and April. “This is it, today is the day’” he said again looking at Kyle, who just patted his back smiling proudly at him.

*

“April baby, can you turn it down a bit?? Pretty please” you pouted and made puppy eyes to your daughter, who found it funny and smile, doing as you told. Happy baby, obedient baby. You learnt it the hard way. “Come in!” You shouted all of the sudden when you heard a knock on your door. You scared your baby without wanting and she started crying just when the door opened. 

“Oh no no no. I’m sorry princess” a concerned John entered your little office, taking a sight of the crying baby.

“It wasn’t you. I scared her when I said ‘come in’, apparently too loud” you laughed watching as he kneeled on the carpet floor next to her, leaving the pencil case and notebook in one side and placing his big arms around her little body.

“But don’t laugh, the poor baby is scared!” he said looking at you, who couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t because of your daughter, of course not, you were the first in taking care of her. It was because of John, he was so worried about the crying baby, and somehow he still made you nervous when you were alone in the same room. “Is mummy laughing at you?? She’s bad, huh? Come here, look what I’ve got you!” He talked to your daughter with that baby voice, a mixed of surprise and happy and sharp sounds, as he sat her on his lap showing her the coloring book and the pencils he brought her. 

“You didn’t have to, John” you finally talked watching him showing April the colour pencils.

“It was nothing. I saw it the other day in the book shop and thought she might like it. I forgot to give it to her before” he smiled at you and then focused back to April “Look, there’s a princess” he gasped raising his eyebrows at the little girl making her smile. 

“Mummy” she said pointing at the princess she was about to coloured.

“I know” he said, and thank God he was looking down at the book because you knew your cheeks were burning red “and look, this is you” he talked again pointing to another princess on the next page. You smiled watching them from your desk, the photos you were editing were long forgotten.

“You” April talked again, this time pointing at an ugly troll. 

“Hey!! You little bastard!!” He started tickling her sides as her laugh filled the room along with yours and John’s. He let her calm and kissed her chunky cheeks before getting up, leaving her to do her thing.

“Thank you” you sincerely said looking at the man in front of you. 

“It’s nothing” he repeated shaking his head laughing with his gaze fixed on you before talking again “I need to go”.

“Yeah, you’re going to be late” you said realising the time.

“Oh, I don’t care. Bye bye” he waved to April, who was still in the same position. 

“Bye bye John” the girl said opening and closing her fist. 

“What else do we need to tell him?? He brought you the books and the pencils…” you pointed at her new materials, and she looked at them for a moment while she looked for the right word. 

“Thank you” she said in a low and shy voice. It didn’t take much for John to kneel in front of her again and hug her tight, placing loads of kisses in her whole little face.

“Come on! Leave! You’re going to be late!!” You hushed as you got up of your chair and pushed him out of your office.

“She’s just too cute!” he yelled running down the corridor. 

*

Lunch time came back fast and both you and April were starving, she definitely got your love for food.  When you got there the boys were already sit, you waved at them and walked towards your table at the dining area, with all the other staff who weren’t necessarily  players. It was Kyle the one who got up and directed you to the same table as them, taking April in his arms. 

“Where do you think you’re going? Taking this beauty away from us, huh?” He talked to you but looking at April, who giggled at the funny face he showed. “Go heat that, I’ll take her to the table with us” he said realising the baby food in your hands.

There was just a slightly problem: you couldn’t reach the microwave, not even on your tiptoes. You discovered there was a strange obsession with placing the microwave in the highest shelve. It was indeed baby safe, but they forgot about short people like you. “Let me help you” John laughed watching you struggle and took the crystal bowl in his hands to place it in the microwave. He did not need to get in his tiptoes to do it.

“My knight in shining armour” you jokingly laughed.

“To your daughter I’m an ugly troll” he said adjusting the time on the microwave and smiling at the memory.

“Different perspectives” you shrugged smiling at the man. After waiting a couple of minutes, you headed together to the table, where you could hear your daughter laughs and certain players making animal sounds, like dogs, cows and horses. 

“What is happening here?” You asked with your hands in your hips making April laugh harder. “Come on princess, food’s ready” you were about to grab her in her arms, but John was faster.

“Can I?”

“Yeah! But make sure to cover your lap with a napkin or something like that, you’ll get dirty” you laughed watching as he handle your daughter, placing her in his lap as he fed her, completely ignoring the rest, just focusing on the baby and her food. You could really get used to that.

“Look at you two” you smiled “she’s just being good because you have food” you added as he rolled his eyes back, not completely believing you, because the truth was she was always good with him.

She finished her food in a record time, as soon as she did she demanded to be in your arms. “Aaaand peace is over for me” you chuckled as John placed her in your lap and she started playing with your hair, your shirt, your fingers…literally anything she could grab. “Ouch!” You mumbled when she took a piece of your hair in her little but strong hands.

“April! Leave mummy’s hair, we don’t want her to get bold, do we?” John laughed seeing the big eyes April gave him when he said it. She looked back at you, who raised your eyebrows, and she let go of your hair. “That’s my good girl” he started tickling her again and giving her raspberry in her tummy, which resulted on him laying his head on your lap too, as April's laugh flooded the whole room, followed by John’s cries when she grabbed and pulled his hair this time.

“You two are literally something else” Ruben laughed watching the scene.

“They are always like this” you sounded desperate trying to get April’s hands out of John’s hair. 

“John’s just another kid. Worse than April” Kyle laughed along. With one last kiss in April’s cheek and a kind smile to you, he left to get ready for the evening session. 

You had to leave to take some pictures too, so you go to your office and wrapped April in the most warm coat you could find in the stores and placed her in the baby wearing, close to your chest, before putting on your coat and taking your camera. You’ve already worked like this a couple of times and it wasn’t as uncomfortable as it seemed, in fact you loved to feel her body so close and she relaxed so much she always slept.

*

“Where’s April?” Jack asked after the session. They were all laying in the floor finishing their stretches as you checked the pictures you just took. 

“Here” you opened your coat to reveal a sleeping baby under it, a smile forming in your lips when you saw their reaction.

“It’s like a kangaroo!!” Phil excitedly shouted and the others laughed, you included.

“Shhh” he immediately shut up, as well as the others, hearing as John sushed. He got up and stood next to you, caressing your daughter’s warm face. “Isn’t she cold??” He didn’t even let you answer and he was already taking off his coat to wrap it up around your body.

“No no, I’m okay, John. We’re okay” you said including your daughter “please take it, you’ll get cold with the sweat” 

“No, I insist” he said pulling it back. 

“John” you talked to  him the same way you did with April when she got you mad, but he denied with his head smirking when he recognized the tone you used.

“Just take it YN or he won’t be able to sleep at night” Kyle said making the whole group laugh making you a little shy. They always teased like that and still you weren’t used to it.

“Thank you” you finally accepted it with blushed cheeks, as blushed as his. Though he could perfectly use the training as an excuse. “I was about to go inside anyways”. 

“Well let’s go” he said placing his hand on the small of your back and walking towards the office after saying goodbye to the rest. John turned around to check if he forgot something important but instead he saw a few players smiling at him with suggestive smiles on their faces, Kyle showing him a thumbs up that John returned showing him his middle finger.

*

“Well hello there” John smiled when April opened her eyes a few minutes after you reached your office.

“Mummy?” The girl asked concerned not seeing you there. 

“She’ll come back in a minute, princess” he softly talked moving away a piece of hair from her face. “You had a good nap, didn’t you?” His smile grew when he realised the marks of the blanket on her face. The girl just nodded with a tired face and John just couldn’t handle such a cute girl. “Come here” he picked her up from the baby buggy and hold her in her arms, she immediately leaned her head over his shoulder closing her eyes again while John traced random patterns in her little back enjoying that silent moment with her. A few minutes later the small reunion you always had to share your pictures with the team ended, and so you came back, being extremely silence when you realised she felt asleep again in John’s arms.

“If she doesn’t wake up now she won’t sleep tonight” you whispered sitting on the other chair of your office.

“Let her sleep for a bit more” he whispered back, surely feeling that kind of sadness you felt everyday when you had to wake her up from her sweet and peaceful sleep “She has never sleep like this, in my arms” he softly said, making you wanting to melt right there and them.

“Just a few more minutes” you mumbled completely giving up on the sight. Then silence filled the room. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, you were too focused on John’s sweet touches on your daughter’s head, face and back, completely falling for him.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He suddenly asked, his gaze still focused on your daughter, you didn’t know if he was taking to her or to you. But then he raised his gaze and your eyes met his. You knew he was asking you, and he was dead serious.

“John- I- I don’t” your heart began to race faster than ever, and he noticed, of course he did.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t ask you all of the sudden, sorry” he talked in a low voice hugging your daughter, finding comfort in her body.

“No it’s not like that. I want to” you didn’t know how but you managed to say it so loud and clear “but since a year ago I not only make decisions for myself, but also for that little girl you have there” you pointed at her with your chin and she moved a little in his arms.

“Go back to sleep princess, adults are having an important conversation here” John whispered in her ear making you laugh quietly.

“John” you started talking again in a low volume not to wake her up again “I do like you. But I can’t put myself through it again and-“

“I’m not like him. Don’t you dare to compare me to him, you know I’m different” he suddenly became defensive, knowing how April’s father behaved during the last couple of months. Of course he wasn’t the same, he showed you his true colors even when you didn’t ask for it and you couldn’t love it more.

“I’m not comparing you to anyone, I know you are different. But so am I from the girls you dated. I have a daughter John, this is no joke. I have to take care of a human being. And it’s the best thing that has ever happen to me but also, do you know how much trouble can it be?” You asked him so seriously it made him laugh “I just don’t want to drag you into this”.

“That’s not your choice to make. And I think I already made it clear, I already showed you my position” 

“John” you huffed hiding your face behind your hands thinking of a way to make him understand.

“YN. Don’t be selfish. I love her as much as I love you. I won’t ever regret this, I won’t ever leave you” he begged you to say yes and you knew he was being honest.

“Just one date” you whispered looking at the floor, where the coloring book he got her was still laying, and you could even feel his smile thought you couldn’t see it “And just so you know. Whenever we go on a date it’s never going to be you and me alone. And we’ll probably end up at my home, in my couch, which by the way is full of toys that shouldn’t be there, watching some kind of cartoons or Shrek, she loves Shrek.  And my mum. My mum is going to ask you lot of questions, and-“

“Wow wow wow, stop there” he cut off your rambling and you mentally thank him as you were almost out of breath “we haven’t gone on a date and you’re already mentioning your mum?” He laughed as you shrugged while picking up the toys April had around. 

“We haven’t gone on a date and you said I love you. To the both of us” you pointed at April, remembering his previous words.

“It’s true” he said looking down at the sleepy baby “I would’ve said it the first day I met you, but the boys told me not to so I wouldn’t scare you. And I really hope I didn’t scare you now” the one rambling now was him and it only made your smile grow wider. “And yes. I want the dates for three, the toys…and your mum” he keep on talking. 

“Okay” you happily laughed nodding, thought still keeping your voice low “now, wake her up or she won’t sleep tonight” he started saying something in her ear that you couldn’t quite understand  and tickling her side until her eyes opened, a soft smile on his lips.

“Mummy” she repeated.

“She’s right there” John handed her to you and you showered her with kisses. 

“Shall we go home, April?” You asked her and she nodded with a tired face, even though it wasn’t even 7 pm. Just when you were about to grab all the stuff, John was faster and did it for you, somehow still managing to open the door as you carried April in your arms. ‘Thanks’ you chuckled watching him struggle.  You reached to the underground garage, and just when April was secure in her baby seat you started to pack everything in the boot of your car, with the helping of John. “Thank you. Again” you laughed as you already lost count on how many times you already said that to him that day. 

“My pleasure” he laughed and stayed still in front of you, looking down at your eyes. “Can I kiss you?” He suddenly asked again.

“You’re pushing your luck today, aren’t you?” You laughed. You quickly looked to you right to check on your daughter, who was playing with one of the many toys she had in the car, and then looked back at John, who was still looking at you. “Do it before she gets tired of waiting”. 

It didn’t take him more than one second to hold your face with his hands and close the gap between you, catching you off guard because of his quickness, it was definitely something good when a baby was around. Smiling into the kiss, you secured your hands behind his neck, taking mental notes on how he moaned when your fingers caressed his hair, definitely enjoying it as much as you were enjoying the feeling of his protective arms around your waist. It was a long sweet kiss that sadly had to end because of the damn lack of air. He kissed your forehead before you made your way to the driver’s door, watching as he opened the door where April was sit, still playing with her toy. He kissed her forehead the same way he kissed yours as you watched them with literally heart eyes. 

“Good night, John” you said when he closed the car door, somehow managing to form a coherent sentence after what had just happened.

“Night YN. Drive safe” he said, staying still in his place as he watched you drive away, as he always did. 

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Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.” 

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[stargazer-balladeer]

it’s my birthday soon and i’ve always felt lonely during my birthdays— so if it’s alright, can i request headcanons for scaramouche, xiao, and albedo with an s/o who only locks themselves in their bedroom because they don’t feel special enough to even celebrate their birthday? thank you 🥺

S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Albedo, Scaramouche & Xiao

Notes: 👁👄👁 the title is so long- i don’t know how to shorten it- hshshs. Btw, HAPPY ADVANCE BDAY ANON-!! I KNOW THAT FEELING ANON- SO UR NOT ALONE 🤧🤧 if you want to talk, you can msg me anytime-! You deserve to be showered with love-! Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: none

[aether, childe, diluc, kaeya, venti]

Albedo

As much as Albedo wants to remember your birthday, he just forgets because of many things running through his mind. Especially when it comes to new discovery. He’ll be so sorry when he remembered that your birthday was today-

At first, Albedo had a hard time looking for you. He asked everyone- yes even Diluc, Kaeya, Jean, Klee, everyone- but no one has seen you. Which made him worried since no one has seen you the entire day—

He would literally tear down Mondstadt trying to find you until he remembered that he hasn’t check your house yet. When he finds that you’ve been locked up in your room the entire day, it literally broke his heart- ;w;

He would feel like it’s his fault that you don’t feel special, like bro- he would have a sad puppy face on. He will put his hands on either side of your face and make you face him-

“You are special. You are like the sun. You are like a (God/Goddess). Even if you don’t feel special yourself, you’re special to me. And since you’re my beloved, my (prince/princess), you deserve all the happiness and love in the world. You deserve to feel special on your special day. So smile, I don’t want to see any tears.”

Albedo would do anything you want, probably to make up his forgetfulness- :p if you want cuddles, then cuddles you’ll get. If you want a cake or something, he’ll try to bake something, no promises though. (Its the thought that counts, right? 👀).

Albedo would use his ability of drawing and bringing them to life. He would draw all sorts of things, bunnies, squirrels, flowers, and others. He knew that you love watching him draw and bringing them to life. It honestly warms his heart knowing you love what he’s passionate about.

If you want, Albedo could talk to you about all the things he found out recently. All of the research and things he discovered. If you ever question some things regarding about what he discovered, he would happily try to explain it. (It’s honestly adorable seeing him explaining the things he discovered in his research- 🤧)

At the end of the day (around 11-), he would cuddle with you while laying beside you. Every so often, he would press a kiss on your head.

“Happy Birthday, my love. May many more to come... the next time your birthday come, I promise we’ll celebrate it together properly.”

Scaramouche

If you think that Scaramouche doesn’t care about your birthday, then you’re right-! 😃 I’m joking- (unless-). He honestly wants to spend your birthday together with you, but his duty as a Harbinger comes first.

Believe me when I say he feels guilty. Leaving you alone on your special day is honestly low, even for him. He would definitely try to finish all of his missions immediately to get back to you. He would do whatever means necessary to finish them all immediately (he might or might not have sacrificed some people in the process- 👀).

You can imagine his confusion when he couldn’t find you anywhere. He already has something set up for you, all he needs is the birthday person themselves. But he couldn’t you anywhere.

Someone better tell him to check your room or else he would literally tear down the Fatui headquarters just to look for you-! He seriously need to manage his anger- 😓

Scaramouche would find it weird to he finds out that you’ve been in your room for the entire day. At first, he didn’t understand why you’re doing this. But soon, he’ll understand. Afterall, he might’ve done that before..

This guy has no manner whatsoever as he just entered your room like he owns the place- one look at you and the next thing you know is that he’s pampering you- like he’ll be preparing a bath for you and choosing an outfit for you (he’s a fashionista, change my mind 😃). Like bro, who are you and what happened to Scaramouche?

“Tsk. You’re quite a handful, you do know that, correct? Making me go through all this effort to comfort you. Now tell me, who put that idea on your head? Was it your family? Was it someone else? I honestly want to murder whoever put that idea in your pathetic head. ‘Not special to celebrate your birthday’? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. Everyone deserves to feel special, even if its for one day. Now, stop being stubborn and enjoy it-!”

Scaramouche would pamper you so much, like his personality did a 180- he would be pressing kisses all over your body and praising you like theres no tomorrow. He would help you dry yourself and put on the outfit he chose for you. If your hair is long, he would help styling it.

He would take you on a fancy dinner date (this guy is also rich, fite me—). He would honestly spoil you lmao- so enjoy it while it lasts- 😃

“Don’t expect this everyday, okay? I’m not gonna put much effort the next time... still.. happy birthday, my beloved. Don’t ever feel like you’re not special when you’re special to me.. if you ever feel sad, come to me. Thank you for putting up with me.”

Xiao

(Yes I’ve remade the Xiao banner again- 🤧🤧 im very indecisive ik-)

Celebrating birthday? What’s that? Xiao honestly didn’t think much of it since centuries pass by with his day of birth passing each time, he never really thought much of it. Never bothered celebrating it.

But when he found out (from Verr or Rex Lapis/Zhongli) that the mortals celebrate their birthdays, he honestly doesn’t have a clue on how to celebrate it. So he might seek the help of Verr or the Traveller.

He does his best. Please give him credit for trying- ;;w;; He’ll try his best to make something for you. It won’t be anything grand. A simple picnic near Wangshu Inn with some Almond Tofu and other food-

So when the day of your birthday came, Xiao is nervous. He doesn’t know if you’ll like the surprise or not. But when he started to look for you, he was confused when he couldn’t find you before growing worried.

Unlike the other bois, he would immediately check your room before tearing the place down- when he finds you there, he’s honestly confused again- (poor bby, always getting confused- ;;w;;). When you explain to him that you just don’t feel special during your birthday, Xiao would get worried and upset-

The first thing he does is hug you. Like this is the only thing he knows about comforting someone- its not like he encountered humans that needs comforting- ;w;

“I.. don’t really know what it feels like to not feel special on your day of birth but.. you’re special to me. Isn’t that enough?”

Like broooo, he looks like a sad puppy- he’s honestly lost on what to do. You might as well need to comfort him too 😅. He would try to shower you with affections before dragging you to the picnic he set up.

He would be so relieved if you like or love the picnic he set up. As much as its embarrassing for him, he would allow you to feed him and, if you let him, feed you in return. He will continue to press some kisses on your face, head and hands. Because, like, u really deserve it- 🥺🥺

He would bring you to the highest mountain just near Wangshu Inn and enjoy the view, and possibly go stargazing with you. I can see him knowing how to make a flower crown for some reason :pp so he’ll make a flower crown out of Qingxin flowers and place it on your head-

“Happy day of birth, my love. Even as more days of birth come, I promise to make you special. Even though it’s not the grandest, I hope that my efforts and love will be enough.”

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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)

(GIF credit to @aryaofoldstones​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! I saw your looking for Bridgerton requests, I would love some Benedict x Eloise sibling fluff! They have such a good dynamic in the show and I need more’

(I wouldn’t mind making another part of this if people want it tbh)

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

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Eloise’s gloved hands clung onto her book as she and her family arrived at yet another social event, a ball once again. Her mama had ensured she was dressed to catch the eyes of men, and Eloise knew that meant there would be no room for intelligent conversation. With Daphne now married to the Duke, Eloise had more pressure on her shoulders than she imagined, having to find a suitor of similar standards. However, it wasn’t just her on the market, her brothers were too, especially Benedict (Violet knew it would be extremely difficult to marry off Anthony first, opting for the second eldest son).

Eloise smiled whenever her mama looked her way, though it quickly disappeared once she turned around. Benedict had been instructed to escort her sister around the ball to help seek out suitors, the men knew each other or something about someone; he could help her meet the right one.

“I cannot believe I am here.” Eloise moaned as she looped her arm through her brothers.

“Believe me sister, I do not wish to be here either.”

“Why must you parade me around like a horse at a dressage in order to find a new owner?” Eloise kept catching the men’s gazes, turning up her nose in disgust.

“So dramatic.” he chuckled.

She scoffed.“Well, if you’re going to advise me on who I should be marrying, I shall do the same for you. Now let’s see...”

Eloise looked around the room at all the women, wondering who would be the best match for her brother. Most of these women had no personalities, relying on their outfits to express themselves. Eloise knew of some ladies that were nice, though had nothing in common with her brother.

Eloise shrugged, tugging on her brother’s arm towards the door.“Ah, there’s no one here for us. Let us make haste and leave-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Benedict pulled her back,“we have been strictly told to stay for the night, even if it is just to socialise and...get our names out there.”

Eloise groaned a little too loudly, Ben ducking his head in embarrassment.“How long do these balls go on for?”

“I have never stayed for the full duration.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear.”

Benedict glanced down at her, somehow only just realising that Eloise had brought a book with her.“Is that book sewed to your hand sister?”

“I brought it just in case I became bored. Which I am already.”

“I shall go and grab us some refreshments. Might as well enjoy them whilst we’re here.”

Eloise let her brother slip away, quickly finding a hiding spot by leaning up against a wall, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds. She opened her book, continuing where she left off, happy she brought a pencil to scribble down notes for later. The studying never stopped for Eloise. 

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice interrupted her too soon.

Eloise tried her best to be polite, though her smile came off as sarcastic.“Yes?”

“Sorry,” the woman looked taken back,“I thought you were reading a book that I am reading at the moment, but I was wrong. I’ve disturbed you, I shall leave you alone-”

“Wait,” Eloise had now sparked an interest. No other lady had ever approached her like this,“I don’t mean to be rude. What book had you expected?”

“It’s oh so obvious, but I’ve been reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s the newest book out at the moment, and my mama lets me read it seeing as it involves a woman finding someone to marry. Although, it’s definitely about something deeper, that’s just what I told her.”

“I don’t indulge in romantic novels myself, but I am glad to hear of a female author selling her work.”

“It’s fantastic. And it’s nice to be able to read something without it being snatched out of my hands. Oh, where are my manners? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Sorry, I’ve been dancing with men all night and none of the conversations have been as riveting as this so far.”

“Why am I not surprised?” they both laughed.“I’m Eloise Bridgerton.”

(Y/N) tried to not show her shock when she heard the surname. They were only the most talked about family, her mama had gone on and on about them, especially when Lady Whistledown mentioned them in her writings. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Might I ask what it is that you are reading?”

“It is to do with my studies. I truly hate these events, so I thought I would ensure my mind was being worked properly.” Eloise realised that could come off as rude, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment.“I did not mean to offend you by that.”

“It really isn’t any bother.” (Y/N) giggled.“I rather enjoy these just for the dancing and drinks, I find promenading to be more successful in finding a suitor. Though I would much rather sneak off and see if I can get a few more pages in of a book I shouldn’t be reading.”

“Eloise, why must you go wondering off like that...” Benedict’s words trailed off as he approached his sister, spotting a beautiful woman stood by her.

Eloise’s eyes flickered between the two, and she smiled when she saw the adoration in her brother’s eyes. Cheekily taking the two glasses from his hands, she passed one to (Y/N), who awkwardly took it. (Y/N) had gazed upon the Bridgerton men in passing, they were very nice to look at. Of course, she never divulged in any fantasies about them, that would be silly. But seeing one in front of her had taken her breath away.

“Thank you brother.” Eloise said, taking a sip.“This is Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a new friend of mine.”

He gently took her free hand in his, bending forwards slightly to kiss it. (Y/N) had this done to her many times, but this was different. Benedict made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Eloise could tell her mama was going to love this.

She cleared her throat.“We were just speaking of art, actually.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows.“We were talking about books.”

“I was about to move the topic along.”

“What kind of art would that be then?” Benedict asked, knowing what game his sister was playing. 

“The...drawing, kind.”

“Isn’t all art drawn?”

“No, it is also painted.”

“I think artists may sketch out a rough idea before painting.”

“Well you would know brother, seeing as you yourself are an artist.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“You paint, Lord Bridgerton?” (Y/N) asked.

“Ah, yes, and I sketch.” he hoped his cheeks weren’t turning red. 

“Anything in particular?”

“Mostly people.”

“Are you both attending the art exhibition my family are holding next week?”

“That’s your families’ exhibit?” Benedict became excited.

“Yes, my father collects a lot of art work. Then mother realised she could make a social event out of it, but at least everyone will be able to admire the work.”

“Would you believe it, we already have it noted down in our social calendar!” Eloise informed (Y/N). Benedict could sense her over-reacting, trying to keep a smile as (Y/N)’s face lit up in excitement. 

“Perfect!” (Y/N) looked back up at Ben, making him stand a little taller.“It will be nice to have someone there who knows about the artwork. It will make for an interesting conversation. Just don’t let my father lecture you, he will talk for far too long! And I know you will be too polite to try and get away.”

“My brother is very polite.” Eloise said.“In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t-”

“Excuse me for the intrusion,” a young man said from beside (Y/N),“but I was wondering if we could resume our dance lady (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) was smiling, but Eloise knew that look; it was the face women made when a man who made them uncomfortable approached, but they had to remain ladylike and polite.

“Actually my brother just asked her and she said yes. You two best make your way to the floor before the music starts again.” Eloise nudged her brother.

Benedict was confused at his sisters offer, until he locked eyes with (Y/N) again. They were pleading him to sweep her away, she was even leaning away from this man. He had been disrespectful in some way, and he wasn’t letting (Y/N) go through that again (despite only knowing the girl for a few minutes). He smugly smiled at the man, holding out his arm which (Y/N) took a little too quickly. Eloise was happy with herself as the pair walked off, sending the man a death glare when he asked her to dance instead. Once he left, her eyes went back to find her brother, who was already dancing with (Y/N), both smiling and laughing. Her mama was going to be ecstatic about this. 

                                       *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Eloise sat in the drawing room, obviously lounging with a book. Her younger siblings were being irritating as usual, running around her in circles. Before they arrived, she had peace. Eloise wanted a few moments alone, because she knew her mama would be bursting with questions about the night before.

“Ah, there you are.” Violet said as she walked in.

The book flopped into Eloise’s lap, a frown on her face. There goes her reading time.

“So, how was last night? Did you meet anyone?” her mama sat beside her.“You two, go play outside if you’re going to run around please.”

The children stopped as their mama spoke, sending each other devilish grins before they ran out of the room again, their giggling echoing down the halls. Violet went to shout after them, but decided to leave it be, there were more pressing matters.

“Well mama, do you see any suitors?” Eloise gestured around her.

Violet sighed.“Did you even try last night?”

“My life will not be reduced to a single night where I was forced to peacock around in order to please a man.”

“Oh, Eloise, must you make everything so dramatic?”

“Funny, Benedict said the same thing.”

“Actually, where is your brother? I have not seen him all morning.”

“He went out.” Eloise was relieved that the focus would now be off of her.“He’s calling upon a lady.”

Violet’s eyes widened.“What? When? Who?”

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/L/N)? They are quite reputable.”

Eloise rolled her eyes.“Mama, she is a lovely girl. I don’t think you should just judge her on what family she comes from.”

“Oh, so you approve of this girl?”

“I...I mean...Well, I only spoke with her for a mere few minutes.”

“But?”

Eloise let out a huff.“I enjoyed her company. I think Benedict likes her. I didn’t see him for the rest of the night until it was time to leave. He spent all his time with her.”

Violet became overjoyed.“Oh, what marvelous news! I wish he had told me. Do you know what he took to her? Flowers? Food?”

“I have no idea mama. Just wait for his return and he will tell you all the details. I am not a psychic.”

Violet was impatient as she awaited the return of her son. Poor Collin had also been questioned when he showed up in the drawing room, but he had overslept in bed, waking with a terrible headache. It seemed that it was about to come back to him when his mama bombarded him with questions as to why he hadn’t called upon anyone that morning. Eloise kept her giggles quiet, ducking behind her book when Collin sent her daggers.

Poor Benedict had no idea what was in store for him. His cheeks were aching from how much he was smiling. He wasn’t surprised when he arrived at the (Y/L/N)’s house and saw multiple callers for (Y/N). However, jealousy rose inside him when he thought about these men dancing with her, trying to convince her that they were the man to marry. He held a beautiful bouquet of flowers, remembering that (Y/N) had mentioned her favourite the night before. Looking around at any other flowers she received, he was glad to see no other gentleman had chose it. Surely that would show he was listening? He endured sonnets, stories, songs and boasting from the other men, trying not to show his dissatisfaction as each one stepped forward. There was pressure that her parents were there, especially when he realised he was the last gentleman, everyone else had left.

(Y/N) had been incredibly anxious when she saw Benedict that morning. He had been the only man she genuinely smiled at, hoping he came at his own will, not forced by his mama. The night before had been the best ball (Y/N) had ever been to. Benedict was sweet, charming, handsome and interesting. They were able to talk about anything and everything, no small talk involved like all the other men she danced with. He had swooned her, and here he was, calling upon her. 

Back at the Bridgerton house, Violet had not sat down since talking Collin’s ear off. Eloise was still in the drawing room with her, as were her two youngest siblings, munching on biscuits as they threw questions at their mama. She did not have all the answers, sometimes not even hearing them speak for she was too deep in her thoughts. At one point, she did sit, but beside the window, o the lookout for any signs of her son. When a carriage pulled up in front of the house, Violet leapt out of her seat, startling her children. She made a beeline to the door, standing there with her hands clasped together. When Benedict walked in, he too flinched, not expecting his mama to be there.

“Mama, how long have you been stood there?” Benedict asked as he walked past her, pinching a biscuit from his brother’s plate.

“She’s been waiting for you.” Eloise explained, also excited to hear about his calling.

“I hope you sat down at some point.” he joked, sitting beside Eloise and slouching.

Violet hurried to sit on the sofa across him.“You didn’t tell me you were calling on a lady this morning.”

“Well, we got back late from the ball yesterday evening, and I had to leave early to ensure I got there in good time. Though it seemed every other man thought that too.”

“There were many men there?” 

“Yes, quite a few.”

Eloise straightened up at her brother’s grumpy expression.“You really like her!”

“How wonderful!” Violet gushed. 

“Do not get ahead of yourselves.”

“But you do, don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t have called on her.”

Ben was lost for words. He couldn’t argue with that, and he did like seeing his mama happy.“Yes, yes I do. And it would seem she reciprocates the feelings.”

“This is such good news! I must see what our social calendar looks like, we must ensure you two spend time together.”

“Actually mama-” Eloise went to tell her about the art exhibit until Ben interrupted.

“Good idea mama.” he nodded, smiling at her as she walked away, a spring in her step. Once she was gone, he let out a big breath.“I just needed a moment without questions from her.”

“Well, you’re going to have questions from me.” Eloise angled her body to face him, her elbow perched on the sofa with her face resting in her hand.“I didn’t think you were going to call upon her. Are my match making skills really that good?”

“I hate to admit it, but yes, you have done an excellent job.” Benedict felt relaxed thinking about (Y/N).

“So, what happened this morning?”

“I took her flowers, she told me her favourites last night, and then I had to sit there whilst her other gentleman callers desperately tried to impress her. It was agony! Finally I was able to have time with her, and it was just...I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Did you bring her anything else?”

Benedict became bashful.“I brought her a sketchbook, like the one I have. She mentioned how she used to often sketch when she was younger. I thought it would be a unique gift.”

“Benedict, you truly are a romantic at heart.”

“For her I am, yes.”

Eloise smiled for her brother, until a smirk fell on his face.“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Aw, is someone also a secret romantic?”

“No!” Eloise protested, quickly grabbing her book again.“I am just happy you found someone.”

“And you helped, because you secretly want everyone to find someone.”

“No I don’t! You’re ruining this moment now Benedict.”

“Don’t worry Eloise, you’ll find someone.” Ben joked.

She groaned.“You are insufferable...but I still want to go to that art exhibit.”

“To see love bloom?”

“N-no, to see the art work.”

“Of course, of course. But, thank you Eloise.”

She tried not to smile, but couldn’t help it.“You’re welcome.”

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✩‌ johnny ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ record store owner!johnny | fluff | smut | 4k‌ ‌

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ buying from the local records shop leads you to eventually bed the hot owner on the night of your first date.   WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌smut (in the second half), oral s*x (f and m receiving), f*ngering, johnny has a big d*ck and f*cks you hard???, office s*x in the epilogue (kind of) RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ @sehunniepot​ (thought you might be interested in this nikki 👀) 

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Opening the store’s door, the ringing of the bell above you signals your entrance. 

You moved into the neighbourhood recently and since someone gifted you a record player for your last birthday, you thought it’d be a quaint idea to drop by the local records shop that you always pass by on your way home.  

Rows and rows of vinyl records, organized both alphabetically and by genre, welcome you with open arms, along with a faint musty smell, likely due to the faded, vintage records hanging between the posters on the cream walls. 

The outside of the store is misleading to its size; there’s enough space here for at least thirty people easily. However, besides you, it looks like there’s only one other customer in the shop.  

Although your surroundings captivate your senses, the striking blond man bent over the rock section in the middle of the shop is the true cynosure of your eyes. 

His long fingers flutter seamlessly over the records, seeming to be on a dedicated search to find one in particular. He towers high over the low stacks and oozes coolness with a thumb stuffed in his front pocket and donning a stylish green beanie atop his medium cut locks. 

Not to mention that his jeans tug perfectly over the curvature of his prominent ass, but you merely steal a glance or two at his backside as you stroll towards the pop section. 

Okay, maybe three glances.

With your back facing the man, several minutes pass as you rummage through the sea of mainstream music, ranging from recent to old, but all the while pleasing to your tastes.  

“See anything you like?” 

Your eyes meet the figure standing nearby with a hand on the edge of one of the stack dividers. His smooth voice matches his strong aura and his gorgeous face, which you’re now blessed to be viewing up-close. 

Your gaze pursues downward, soaking up his sturdy frame hidden behind his flattering clothes. Darting your eyes up his lengthy body back to his face, you lick your lips and swallow, in hopes to dampen the sudden dryness in your throat, and naturally raise the corners of your mouth.        

“Yeah—” You, you think in the back of your head and execute a nod, “—there are a few things.” 

He smiles endearingly towards the floor before glancing back up to you. You wonder if he can read your thoughts, or maybe it’s simply written all over your face.

Releasing his grip, he says, “Take all the time you need. If you need any assistance, let me know." 

Your eyebrows perk up in realization. “Do you work here?”

“Yeah.” Bobbing his head, he runs a hand over his beanie. “I’m the owner of the store.”

“Oh, wow,” you exclaim, jaw hanging slightly. “You’re so young, I wouldn’t think someone in their 20s would have their own store, especially one like this." 

A frown falls over his face, and in that moment, you knew you fucked up any chance you had with him.  

“Yeah, 26 to be exact,” he shrugs, tight-lipped, prior to the folding of his arms. His eyes become slits of bitterness. “Thanks for the ageism."

Immediately shaking your head at the misunderstanding, you stammer, “I didn't mean it like that—"

The owner’s expression melts in an instant and a warmness emanates from him once more. The knot in your chest loosens at the sight and relief waves over.  

“I'm just playing with you, don’t worry." 

He opens his mouth, about to continue, but his attention is interrupted by the ringing at the door, and you turn to see another customer over your shoulder. The attractive individual begins to stroll over, but still faces your direction, beaming. 

“Well, if you decide to get anything, you know where to find me, and I'll ring it up for you." 

With puffed cheeks, you nod and watch him greet the incoming patron. Trying to leave the embarrassment behind you, you shift toward the records again and browse for a little longer. 

Finally deciding on a few choices, you walk toward the front register and peer over at the beanied blond. In the classical section, he’s listening intently to the bumbling customer. Not wanting to disturb them, you lay the vinyls on the counter and thankfully find a pen and a stack of sticky notes upon it. 

After sticking the following note on the top vinyl cover, you head out of the store:

“Put these on hold for me?  I'll be back for them.  Thanks!  -Miss Ageist” 

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Judgmental."

A couple of days later, you drop by the store again and find the spirited owner at the front counter. Today, he’s channeling his inner grunge style, adorning a half-up, half-down ponytail and a loose white t-shirt over a tight, long black sleeve shirt. Is it possible for him to look even cuter than he did last time? 

“Sorry again for that,” you scrunch your nose at the memory. He grabs your records from beneath the counter and rings them through. “You just look so young to own a store.”

The blond airily laughs, “I'm gonna take that as a compliment." 

He spots you twisting your mouth to one side and nodding shyly. “It is." 

As you pay for the items, he gestures to your vinyls on the counter. “Good choices, by the way.”

“Are there bad ones?” From the pay pad, you glance up at him and he’s feigning a hurt look. 

“Oh, most definitely.” 

You banter with a tilt of your head, “Isn't music subjective though?” 

“Not to me. I am the king of music taste." 

Both parties exchange laughter while you wait for the transaction to process. Once it finishes, he rips the receipt and places it into the bag with the records. 

“I mean, I do own a records store, so I think I should know." 

Flashing you his pearly whites, he hands the filled bag over to you. 

“Here you go, Miss Judgy Pants.” 

“Actually, you can call me—” You properly introduce yourself.

He leans back a little, straightening himself and tucking his thumbs into his pockets. 

“I'm John, but you can call me Johnny." 

With a glimmer in your eye, you question, “Is Johnny exclusive to me, or does everyone else also call you Johnny?”

His eyebrows raise, impressed by your straightforwardness. “I only let the pretty girls call me Johnny, if that’s what you’re asking.”  

The wink he gives is short-lived, but it’s enough to cause heat to blossom over your cheeks. You brush some hair behind your ear. 

“So, Johnny,” you enunciate, indulging in his name. “When does the store close?” 

You lift up your bag and cheekily add, “Gotta know when to break in to steal more vinyls." 

Johnny chuckles, and your heart bursts knowing you’re the reason behind it. Looking aside, his hand rubs the counter casually and you can’t help but stare at his large palm dominating the surface, along with his elongated fingers. Eyes blinking rapidly, you attempt to break the fantasy assembling in your brain—his hands are the guest stars alongside (and within) your body in the leading role. 

“I can close whenever I want to, but thanks for the heads up; I'll make sure to keep you away from the store,” he jokes.  

Catching your gaze, one of the sides of his mouth lifts. “Why do you ask?” 

Shrugging nonchalantly as you play with the handles of your dangling plastic bag, you reply, “Just wanted to know when the cute worker got off so I can potentially go on a date with him.” 

You scan around as if someone else is there in the empty store besides the two of you and point your thumb to one side, whispering teasingly, “Not you, but the other guy.” 

His tongue grazes against his bottom teeth, nodding understandingly with a deeper smirk. “The store closes at nine usually, but I can make an exception for him to get off earlier." 

Satisfied with Johnny’s answer, you bounce your head and make your way backwards toward the door.

“Sounds good, I'll be here at eight for him tomorrow night. Maybe I'll see you around then, too.” 

Granting him a wink of your own, you turn on your heels and leave. Intrigued, Johnny watches you disappear down the street through the store window. 

At 7:58 the next evening, you show up to the store. 

A customer is at the front counter finishing a purchase. As they pay for the products, the worker takes notice of you, smiling in recognition. You return the same, beaming back at him, and casually stride over to a random section to wait until they’re done. They make some small talk, so you delve in the opportunity to admire Johnny’s outfit for tonight—a tight black t-shirt that showcases his blatant pecs and a loose red plaid shirt overtop of it. 

When the customer exits, you make your way over to him as he puts on a light jacket. You lean your elbows onto the counter. 

“Surprised to see you here.” 

“Likewise," he jests back, snaking out of the counter to be in front of you. You glance at him, consuming the tall drink of water.   

Nodding to the door, you ask, “Ready to blow this popsicle stand?” 

Johnny hums affirmatively and you follow behind him outside as he flips the open sign and locks up the store.

“So, where we heading off to?” 

Informing him of what you had in mind, the two of you decide to take his car to the downtown pier. Once there, both of you grab take-out and eat together at a bench table under the clear sky and dazzling stars. Conversation comes easy, making the night fly by fast. 

While talking with him, since his hair flows freely today, he sometimes shyly brushes some of it behind his ear. Although you’re listening intently, you also ponder how it’d be if you ran your fingers through his soft, silky locks. 

Dinner eases into dessert, with the two of you having ice cream side by side on the pier railing, looking out towards the twinkling water. By the time you’re halfway finished with your cone, you hint at not wanting to end the night just yet. Agreeing with your sentiments, Johnny makes the suggestion of going back to the store. 

After finishing the ice cream, you head together back to his car. The back of your hand brushes up against his. Taking a chance, you curl the tips of your fingers around his, half-holding his hand.  

Pressing up against his arm, you whisper, “Thought you said you gotta keep me away from the store."  

He peers down at the partial hand holding and the grin he gives you reaches his eyes. He gives your hand a small squeeze, ensuring the burgeoning attraction is mutual. 

He whispers in reply, “At least this way I can keep an eye on you." 

At the shop, Johnny locks the door from inside, in case of any wandering bodies, and blasts some upbeat, electronic music onto the store speakers. Intercepting your hand, he guides you to the back corner of the store and starts to dance with you. 

At first, your bodies are separate vessels, grooving to the beat of the music, but as the songs play on, you gradually gravitate towards each other. Soon enough, one hand settles comfortably upon your waist, the other on your hip, while yours are hooked around the nape of his neck. Before you know it, you merge together as one with parted lips, finally satisfying the tension in the air and within your bodies.       

The kissing is intense, electrically charged and sending currents to the tips of your fingers. Although you’re barely acquainted, you two kiss like you’ve been deprived of each other your whole life—every kiss and every touch quenching your thirst for one another.  

Wanting to change it up, you step over to an empty counter and hop onto it. Johnny steps in the space between your legs and his lips meet yours again. You cup his face, clutching onto his strong features, and occasionally run a hand through his hair to caress his head. 

You answer inwardly to your previous thoughts, confirming the silky texture of his hair, and your touch relishes in his golden locks.  

Suddenly, his mouth channels hunger onto your neck and the electric currents divert directly to your rising arousal. At the sensation, you rashly grind your hips into Johnny���s body, and he groans heavily in the crook of your neck.  

He mumbles into your skin, “Do you wanna take this further? My place is nearby." 

Sighing further into his embrace, you half-jokingly reply, “You know, I was really looking forward to getting fucked in a records store." 

He easily breathes, “We can do that next time, I promise." 

You snicker. “Aren’t you a little presumptuous?” 

Tugging his shirt by the neckline, you force him to leave your neck and to greet your mouth instead. Pressing the top of your forehead against his, you match his gaze.   

“And what if I don't like you after tonight?”  

Something in you already knows that won’t be true, but you mischievously ask regardless. 

The simper Johnny flickers is enough to send another wave of bolts downward to your core. 

He peels his head away to bring it beside your ear. His thumb on your thigh may be gently rubbing you, but his following assurance is hoarse, absolutely drenched in pure lust.  

“Oh, you're definitely going to like me after all the things I do to you tonight." 

You barely have an opportunity to scan around his bachelor pad because his lips capture yours upon arrival. In his entryway, Johnny entangles with you, pushing you up against the wall. Impatiently, he drags you to his bedroom for the long-awaited spectacle of the night. 

After hurrying to turn on his bedside lamp, Johnny presses his weight against yours on his bed, embracing the full body contact. His lips continue to attack the terrain of your skin as he denudes you. You hum softly as he pursues south to your aching desire. Hoisting your backside and with his assistance, you’re finally completely bare. 

Sitting up at the edge of the bed, Johnny pulls his top layers off, revealing a sculpted physique, the kind that artists muse and obsess over. You knew he was fit from how his clothes constantly hugged his body, but this was just insane. 

“Holy fuck,” you murmur, staring blankly. 

Chuckling, he does the same bashful gesture from dinner—tucking some of his hair behind his ear. The gentleness is a contrast that nicely compliments his Adonis qualities. His soft side is flipped onto its backside in a second as he begins to creep his way over between your legs, his eyes darkening. 

Upon resting on his chest, you didn’t notice it before, but there’s a hair tie on his wrist, which he uses to effortlessly make himself a quick ponytail. 

With anticipation, you sigh into the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh, making his way toward your pulsing sex. When his tongue issues the first swipe, you inhale sharply with fluttering eyes. Johnny isn’t in a rush, taking his sweet time to lazily lap up your slick and learning what incites you.           

Once he has a better understanding of your desire, he dives in and devours you whole. 

Realization sweeps over as to why he has to put his hair up.

In accompaniment to the painting of your folds, Johnny spreads them gently and ensures he dunks his tongue in your wetness. One of your hands drift away from the bed sheets to one of his snaked around your upper thigh, clutching onto his fingertips in reaction to the swift rotational swirls on your raw flesh.   

He draws back, lips lustrous from your nectar, and hastily replaces his mouth with two fingers.

Your half-lidded eyes shoot wide open. His long, thick fingers fill you greatly, scissor you so far in your sex, so much that you fear what his cock is like if this is how his digits feel. 

You’re overcome with bursts of pleasure. Further bursts ensue as Johnny tongues your clit alongside the fingering. Your throaty cries and the squelches of your pussy is melodious to his ears, better than playing his favourite vinyls on the best record player he owns. The lewdness of it all overwhelms his jean-bound arousal, so Johnny retaliates by grinding against the bed.  

After Johnny retreats, he stands by the foot of the bed and starts unbuckling his belt and pants. You crawl your way over, still panting and reeling from the rush of your high. As you reach him, he drags his pants and boxer-briefs towards the floor in one-go, freeing his unsurprising lengthy girth.    

On your knees, hunched over his cock, you chuckle in disbelief. “Now that’s unfair.” 

He watches in amusement as you examine his desire with delight, before taking it into your hand, pumping it languidly. “What is?” 

You peer up, cocking an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re hot, own a record store, really funny, and you’re packing. God really has his favourites.” 

Johnny’s about to respond, but his brain short-circuits momentarily at the pad of your thumb rubbing his precome over the tip of his blunt head. He cranes his neck back, exhaling a groan. 

“Well, what can I say? Guess I’m just-fuck—” 

You suck the words out of him. Literally. 

Your warm embrace encompasses his entirety, possessing a strong hold over him. Since you can’t possibly take him fully into your mouth, your fist solves your problem by stroking him by the base. Aiming to please, especially after his oral act from earlier, you slurp and bob your head mercilessly, disregarding the saliva leaking down the sides of your mouth. 

One of Johnny’s hands arranges your hair in a make-shift ponytail to get a clearer view of the obscene display. His hazy eyes skim over the gorgeous curves of your bent back and ass jutting high up in the air. His breathing turns heavier and he’s about to tug on your hair, motioning for you to slow down, but you thankfully come up for air just in time. 

The stately figure attacks your lips with urgency. The kiss is wet and messy from going down on one another, but it merely adds to the intensity. While lip-locked, he lowers you into his pillow once more, then stretches an arm out to his bedside stand to fish out a condom. 

He nimbly rolls on the cover, but is confused to find you back on your knees instead of laying on the bed. You grasp him by the wrist and press your fingers against his firm pecs, indicating to him to recline backward. In awe, he obediently obliges. 

Hovering over him, you suck in a breath as you line your sex up with his, cognizant that you need to acclimatize to his size. You steadily sit onto his length and when it finally reaches the end, you release a piercing groan at the deep sensation.

For a bit, you don’t move too much to get used to his great desire. In the meantime, your fingers wander over the chiseled flesh in front of you—his defined, veiny arms; his solid chest; and the valleys of his abs. 

Once you think it’s been enough, you transfer more weight onto your knees and slide on his cock with more vigor. You throw your head back in pleasure. 

On the other end, Johnny’s gaze wavers between the main action, your bouncing breasts, and your supple neck. He can’t see your face clearly, but he knows you must be enjoying this as much as him by the breathy moans that follow each thrust.    

When your legs start to tire, Johnny tries to hold you close and roll you over onto your backside. You both giggle at the unsuccessful attempt to keep himself still inside of you, but that’s an easy fix. Despite just having him within you, you gasp again at the penetration. Him being on top hits you at a different angle and you truly feel the length of his inches. 

Johnny reaches down to meet your lips. You brush your fingers over his pulled back hair as he consumes your existence. In addition to each passing drive of his body into yours, you also grip harder onto his hair in ecstasy, which leads to the unraveling of his long locks upon your face. The gold ocean of silkiness drowns your senses, the strands stroking your skin like extra caresses. 

Retreating back onto his knees and raking a hand through his tousled mane, his hands then attach to the flanks of your body and he pounds you breathless, leaving you heaving for air. 

In your dazed state, you desperately grab on to whatever you can—the sheets, his upper frame, his ass, anything. Throughout it all, your core contracts even tighter over the way his clavicle, tendons, and muscles protrude and flex like they’re about to break through his skin.  

At this point, you’re beyond delirious and definitely beyond gratified. You assume he’s about to finish when he decreases his pace and bends closer to you, but instead, he continues to still move inside of you.  

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” you gasp and grunt between his rough, buried thrusts. “How are you not close?” 

“I’m not ready to be done with you yet, beautiful,” Johnny rasps into your ear. You catch a glimpse of his cocked eyebrow and smirk. “Unless you can’t handle me?” 

Denying his accusation, you haul his cheeks to yours and kiss him fiercely.  

And with that, Johnny’s weight is on his knees again and he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. 

However, Johnny might’ve been right because it doesn’t take long for you to beg repeatedly for him to come.  

“So, what’s the verdict? Still like me after that?” 

Both individuals are still nude on the bed, but now covered by a blanket. Resting on his chest, you drum your fingers over his skin in thought (as if you need to even think about an answer besides the obvious). 

Pouting up at Johnny, you say, “I’ll only like you if you keep your promise on fucking me in the store next time.” 

“Of course.” He palms your cheek and inches forward, preparing to kiss you tenderly. 

“A gentleman never breaks his promise.”  

EPILOGUE 

One month later, the record store’s business has been growing, so Johnny decides to hire one of his friends, Mark, to be a part-time worker.

Which means that Johnny has more spare time to do other things... like taking you from behind in the back office over his desk. 

“Shit, fuck,” you grip harshly onto the edges of the worn-out wooden desk as he thrusts endlessly. Even after a month of dating, your pussy still isn’t fully accustomed to the size of his girth. You’re unsure if it ever will be. 

No matter, it always feels amazing. 

“Johnny, Johnny—” 

“Johnny!” Mark’s voice suddenly cuts in and calls from outside of the office door. You immediately bite down on your lower lip to shut yourself up. “Someone’s asking me about a limited edition vinyl and I don’t know how to answer.” 

“Uhhh,” Johnny drones absentmindedly, yet jabs into you with more rigor. You bite down harder, but you can’t control the rising volume of your stifled moans. “Give me five minutes.” 

A silent beat passes. 

“Dude, are you fucking in the office again?!” the part-timer exclaims. You can practically see him shaking his head in disgust. “Ugh, I’ll give them the store’s card. Hurry up, though.”

As he walks away, you hear him faintly say, “Sometimes I think this is why you hired me...” 

Simultaneously, you both giggle heartily. Your lover pecks you lovingly on your shoulder prior to diving again into the wanton moment. 

In the end, Johnny actually spends ten more minutes with you. But he can afford the extra minutes—he is the owner of the shop, after all. 

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[milkybonya]

Make or Break

order 010 for @mechurihanbin: large banana milk tea with pudding for Jihoon

Warnings: Jihoon being a pain in the butt at times and watch out for a cliché scene! also some explicit language

Summary: in this highschool!enemies to lovers!au, Jihoon, the leader of a rival high school band to yours, annoys you, the leader of another band, to no end. but somehow the two of you end up being forced to combine forces as one band and... things go from there :]

Word count: 3k+

[a/n]: so i think @dobidreamz is the genius of enemies to lovers! with her Hyunsuk piece, and after also reading her Jihoon piece,,, well thats kind of where i got inspiration for this from so ALEX ILY and i hope this is good even tho it may not make sense and might feel rushed because i really didnt want to make this too long T.T i'm sorry

"Stand-by. We're on stand-by."

You fumble with the guitar in your hands and look down at your converse sneakers, making sure they're laced up properly. When you notice one of them is undone, you lean down to tie it up but stop when you notice a boy kneeled down, tying the laces for you himself.

His guitar hangs on his back, and his fluffy caramel hair is neatly styled around his head. When he looks up though, you have to fight back the urge to spit on him.

"[y/n], fancy seeing you here! You're going up next, right? Can't go up there with untied laces," he says, standing up while smirking.

"I'll see you around then?" he waves at you as he walks off and you let out the breath you were holding.

"This bi-" you start, but your bandmate, Junghwan cuts you off.

"We need to go now! They've called our name!"

"[y/n]'s laces, though," Haruto, another bandmate of yours, mumbles while pointing down.

Yes, of course. Jihoon did not tie your laces for you, but instead untied the laces of your other shoe instead. So now, you're royally fucked.

"There's no time!" Yedam says, pushing all of you forwards onto the stage.

Performing with untied laces... well, there's a first time for everything?

After quickly finding your positions before the curtains are drawn, you are visibly a lot more reserved at first, strumming the strings of your guitar while standing in one place even though you'd usually be running around. Your bandmates glance at you, worried about why you're acting differently from the way you usually present yourself on stage, but you try to ignore them, focusing on your vocals and guitar-playing... until you see Jihoon's face in the crowd.

He's so far away in the back, but you can see him somehow, poking his tongue out the side of his mouth while smirking at you. Seeing him provokes you in some strange way to take off, bouncing around the stage to Yedam on your right who also plays guitar. He feeds into your energy, nodding his head along with you as you both play into each other's sounds.

Your portion of the performance ends just like that, with you wildly running across the stage in your untied laces... and it becomes a big hit! If winning first place in the high school band contest you performed for isn't enough, when you go to school the next day, you notice everyone's shoes are untied. Everyone is whispering amongst themselves while glancing cautiously at you, and you don't think to connect the dots. Maybe everyone just forgot to tie their laces today?

"[y/n], you've got some explaining to do," Jihoon, says, walking up to your seat in class. Unfortunately, he's in the same class as you.

"Hm?" you ask, looking up at the boy.

He points down to your shoes.

"I'm the reason you performed so well on stage with your laces like that the other day, and now you're taking the credit for making untied laces become trendy?" he explains.

"When did I ever do that?" you ask.

"[y/n]! You rocked the stage with your laces untied yesterday but have them tied today? What's going on?" Hyunsuk, your classmate and Jihoon's bandmate asks you.

Although you and Jihoon aren't on good terms, you're still friendly with some of his bandmates. It's just Jihoon that is the problem.

"Ah... it was an acci-" you start, but Jihoon's callused hand, most likely like that from playing the guitar so much, covers your mouth.

"They just wanted to switch things up today!" Jihoon says, laughing awkwardly.

You bite his hand, earning you a yelp from the boy, who removes his hand and winces.

"What are you saying?" you whisper to Jihoon.

He bends down and leans forward to whisper into your ear.

"I'll give you a free pass to continue acting like you started this trend even though it was me," Jihoon whispers, "but in return, you have to do something for me."

You sigh.

"Jihoon, I really don't care about this stupid trend!"

Jihoon pressed a finger against your lips, sending shivers down your spine with his touch.

"Maybe you don't, but I think your bandmates do," he says, nodding in the direction behind you.

You turn around and find Haruto, Yedam and Junghwan, your bandmates, all showcasing their shoes with untied laces to one another while talking excitedly.

"What if this trend makes us popular?" Junghwan asks, excitedly.

"We could even name our band 'untied'!" Yedam suggests, earning murmurs of approval from Haruto and Junghwan.

You sigh for a second time. Noticing how happy your bandmates seem, you reconsider Jihoon's offer.

"I'll go tell everyone I'm the one who untied your laces if you don't comply," Jihoon starts, crossing his arms.

"Okay, okay! What do you want from me?"

"You'll find out later," Jihoon says, returning to his seat.

You ball your hand up into a fist and lightly smack your desk. This damned boy always gets on your nerves... why can't he just tell you now?!

After a long and dreary lesson, your teacher calls you and Jihoon into his office. Despite being confused, you obviously follow him along with Jihoon to his office. Jihoon, who avoids eye contact with you and walks with his hands thrown in his pockets, ignores a pack of girls who squeal as he walks past, only saying hi to a couple of his friends before the two of you reach the teacher's office.

"So, [y/n] and Jihoon. I know the two of you aren't exactly on the best of terms-"

You and Jihoon shoot glares at each other upon hearing that statement.

"-But I was hoping you would be able to do something for me. I know both of your bands are widely known around the city and country for being the best high school band, but there's a new competitor: blind daisy. They're rising stars and will be competing at the national high school band competition - the competition that really counts."

"So what should we do?" Jihoon asks.

"Well... while I admit that both of your bands are truly incredible, and congratulations again on the win yesterday, [y/n], I think that the two of you would be stronger together."

Firstly thanking your teacher for congratulating you, you glance at Jihoon after hearing the second part of your teacher's statement.

"Huh?"

"I'm thinking... for this competition, the two bands could unite as one," your teacher explains.

You scoff, glaring at Jihoon.

"I'm sorry sir, but I can't work with this guy!"

"Jihoon has already agreed to it, but wanted me to bring you both here to talk it over together today."

You whip your head around to face Jihoon, who has his lips pressed together.

"This is the thing I told you about, [y/n], the thing that you would find out about later," he says.

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling dizzy.

"This?! Jihoon, you-"

"If [y/n] doesn't want to, then you don't have to proceed with this," the teacher says.

"No, [y/n] wants to. Right, [y/n]?" Jihoon asks you.

"Yes," you say while gritting your teeth.

With that, you've signed yourself up for a huge project that involves you closely working with Jihoon for a whole month. It can't be that bad, right?

-

"No, no no, [y/n]! I want you to play it more passionately," Jihoon complains, picking up his own guitar to demonstrate.

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling and ignoring Jihoon's demonstration completely.

"I know! I am playing passionately. Our ideas of passion are just different," you explain.

"Well the two of you have to agree on something," Yoshi, one of Jihoon's bandmates points out.

"I just don't know if it would work best to all do everything in the same way or just do everything in our own styles..." you say with a sigh.

"Well, we have to have some common points," Hyunsuk explains.

"Yeah, like when you and your band play, [y/n], you seem to share a vibe. Each time you walk up to Yedam and Haruto on stage, you even head bang in the same way," Jaehyuk, Jihoon's other bandmate explains.

"But those things just come naturally!" you say.

"I think it's because we spend so much time together that we just click so well," Haruto explains, and everyone agrees.

"So [y/n] and I just need to hang out more?" Jihoon asks, smirking slightly.

"Not just you and [y/n]! But all of us, together," Hyunsuk says.

"Sounds like you want some alone time with our lead guitarist, huh?" Yedam asks Jihoon, nudging him.

Jihoon scoffs, "I want nothing to do with this person."

But he can't hide the fact that his cheeks have turned slightly red.

Yedam whispers something to Haruto.

"I bet $10 they'll be dating by the time this competition is over."

Haruto shakes his head, no.

"I bet $10 that will never, ever happen," he says.

"Well all 8 of us can't just hang out together, that would be too difficult... I say we split into pairs!" Junghwan suggests.

After using that practice day to coordinate pair hangout sessions for the next day, you find yourself standing at the doorstep of Jihoon's house. Taking a deep breath, you knock and wait for him to open the door. When he does, his hair is messy and ruffled, his face is puffy with sleep and he's still in his pjs.

"[y/n]? What are you doing here so early?!"

"It's 3pm, Jihoon. You didn't answer my calls and texts so I thought you died or something."

"Oh... it's 3pm? But I just woke up," he mumbles to himself, checking the time on his phone.

"Can I come in?" you blurt out, smacking yourself internally for asking him that.

"Sure," Jihoon says, opening the door more widely so you can step in.

He asks you to wait in the living room while he changes and gets washed up, and you look around, finding some baby photos of him. It's weird seeing him look so cute after knowing him as such a rude person.

As you carefully pick up a frame in your hands to take a closer look, Jihoon enters the room and speaks up, frightening you and almost making you drop the frame.

"Was I a cute kid?" he asks, smiling as he dries his face with a towel.

You notice how his smile hasn't changed one bit, and it makes your heart skip a beat for a second. This kid really hasn't grown... was he mean as a baby too?

"No," you respond, putting the frame back with care.

Jihoon scoffs at you, throwing the towel he was holding onto his shoulders.

"Well... what should we do today?" you ask the boy, who collapses onto the couch at your side.

"Hmmm... do you wanna share some of our favourite songs?" he asks, already starting to scroll through his phone despite you not having agreed to anything yet.

"Sure," you say, also scrolling through your phone.

Jihoon shares a couple of the songs in his playlist first, and to your surprise, those were also the ones you wanted to share. When you tell him this, he blabbers some nonsense about how the two of you are a match made in heaven. When he winks, you lightly punch his shoulder.

"You're lucky I didn't hit you harder," you say, glaring at him.

"I can't believe you're being so rude to me when I literally am the host of this house?"

"Shut up," you say.

"Give me your phone, I wanna see the rest of your phone," he says, reaching forward to take it from your hands.

"No!" you yelp, moving it behind you and away from you.

Jihoon still leans forwards and as you lean back, you end up falling onto the armrest behind you, Jihoon hovering only inches above you. You can hear his soft breaths and stare at the mole under his eye, wanting to poke it to see if its real cause for some reason, it's making your enemy look kind of cute right now...

"Give me your phone," Jihoon says, taking it right out of your hand and sitting up as if nothing happened.

Is your heart the only one that's racing?

"[y/n], what's this?! Did you really make your face the cover for your spotify playlist?!" Jihoon asks, laughing as he shows you a playlist your bandmates made for you, using a candid photo of you laughing and pointing at something behind the camera as the cover photo.

"Stop! I told you not to look," you say, snatching the phone back.

"You looked cute there, though," Jihoon mumbles, leaning back on the couch.

"What did you say?" you ask the boy, who pats your head as a distraction.

"I just said that it's pretty egotistical of you to use your own face as a cover photo.

"My friends made me that playlist!" you explain.

"Okay, sure," Jihoon says, rolling his eyes but laughing at you nonetheless.

-

The two of you spend the rest of your day bonding over your shared music tastes and watching performances of your favourite artists, also making some time to go on a walk so Jihoon can show you the ducks that he says he likes to come and feed when he feels stressed out.

"Isn't it bad to feed the ducks?" you ask him as he squats down by the water with some bread in his hands.

He shrugs.

"They're hungry... so I should feed them, no?"

You shake your head at his logic and look ahead at the setting sun. This moment feels so weird... to be here with a boy you've hated for years now. It feels like you're on a date or something, watching Jihoon feed the ducks in his mismatched shoes and oversized sweater.

Back at his house, Jihoon decides that the two of you should waste no time in writing a song for your group.

"Let's get started on it while we can," he says, pulling out a paper and a pencil.

"Are you sure? Are we ready?"

"There's no better time than this," Jihoon says.

-

"So! Did everyone have a fun day together yesterday?" Hyunsuk asks as everyone is gathered together again in the school's music practice room.

There are some groans and quiet cheers that make Hyunsuk chuckle. You and Jihoon simply glance at one another slightly shyly.

"Hey, hey, hey! What was that look you and [y/n] just shared?" Hyunsuk teases Jihoon.

"It was a glare of hatred," Jihoon says, but while smiling.

You can't help but notice how good he looks leaning back while wearing a green jacket overtop a black t-shirt... what has gotten into you these days!!

"Anyway, let's practice!" Jaehyuk suggests.

Everyone stands up to reach for their instrument, getting organized.

"I have some good news," Jihoon says, making everyone look at him.

"[y/n] and I managed to write a song!"

"Wait, really? Without getting into a fight?" Junghwan asks.

Both of you nod, and everyone's jaws drop slightly.

"Well, let's hear it!" Yedam says.

When the two of you perform the song together, of course there's bass, drums and synth lacking, since it's just the two of you on guitar, but the song sounds so good still. It even looks good as your bandmates fail to take their eyes off you both for even a second. You even make eye contact with Jihoon at some point during the song as you sing, and Jihoon smiles, nodding along as you seem to sing to him.

"What was that eye contact?!" Haruto points out after your quick performance ends.

Both of you shrug before helping the rest of your bandmates learn the song. Things move forward from there as your now joint band works hard each evening after school and for the whole day on weekends to learn the song and learn how to properly perform it.

By the time the day of the competition is tomorrow, you're feeling severely stressed out, so you call Jihoon, whom you've somehow grown to hate a little less. There's some sort of strange tension between the two of you where Jihoon still gets on your nerves on purpose but seems to be teasing you rather than straight up shooting you down... or maybe he's always just been teasing you but you've taken it the wrong way?

Either way, Jihoon picks up the phone at 2am with a raspy voice.

"Hello?"

"Jihoon, I'm sorry, were you sleeping?"

"[y/n]? No, no, I was awake," he says, clearing his throat.

You smile at his attempt to lie for your sake.

"Ah, well... I'm feeling really stressed for tomorrow. I'm genuinely not sure I can do it... what if I mess things up? What if I forget the lyrics?"

"You won't mess things up because there's eight of us so no matter what happens, we can play it off as part of the performance. Even if you trip over and fall, we can make that part of the performance. We've already talked this over... and if you forget the lyrics, just make things up and have fun!"

You lose Jihoon's words within the first few as your thoughts begin to swirl around your head and you grow more worried.

"But what if..."

Jihoon sighs.

"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"

You hum, still out of it.

"Just wait, I'll be there soon," Jihoon says before hanging up.

Confused, you decide to just try to sleep, even though that doesn't work. After a few moments, you feel your phone buzzing in your hand. When you check it, you notice a text from Jihoon asking you to open your door.

Surprised to see him at your doorstep, you let the boy in because he looks like a mess, wearing different pairs of shoes on each foot just like that day you went to feed the ducks with him, his hair is a mess and the buttons on his pyjamas are done up wrong.

Quietly, the two of you make it up to your room, where Jihoon sits cross-legged next to you on your bed.

"Do you want to practice?" he whispers.

"Here?" you ask.

He nods, beginning to quietly hum the instrumental and urging for you to sing. You press your lips together but still sing quietly when it's your time to do so. Despite being incredibly stressed and your mind being full of thoughts, you manage to deliver every line correctly without faltering, earning you a soft round of applause from Jihoon by the time you're done.

"See! You did great," he says.

"I'd never expect you of all people to compliment me," you say, trying to hold back your smile but still smiling at him.

"And why's that?"

"Because we hate each other," you say, seemingly pointing out the obvious.

"I've never hated you, you know. This has all been you," Jihoon says, leaving you speechless.

"W-what?"

"I never hated you."

"Jihoon... then why have you tormented me for so long?"

The boy laughs quietly, looking down at your hands.

"I can't believe you still don't know," he mutters, finally looking up.

"[y/n]... I usually play around with and tease the people I like. Just ask any of my bandmates!"

"W-what does that mean?" you ask.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again.

"Gosh, [y/n]. I like you! I've liked you this whole time."

"W-....what?" you ask.

"Yeah, there, I said it. Don't worry about... responding to that now, though. We have all the time in the world. Now, I'd better get going cause you need to sleep," Jihoon says, quickly getting up to leave.

To his surprise, he feels you tugging on the sleeve of his shirt as his back is turned towards you. He turns around, then, being met with your pleading eyes.

"Wait! Don't leave... just... stay and keep me company," you beg.

He gives you a confused look, but nonetheless ends up beside you in your bed a few moments later, gently massaging your scalp to help you fall asleep while your back is pressed against his chest.

"God, [y/n]... I can't believe I'm... laying next to you right now," Jihoon mumbles into your hair.

You simply groan in response and he laughs, burying his face into your back for a second before pulling away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"Is it okay if I just... hug you for a second?" Jihoon asks, quietly, his arm already hovering over you.

It's not like Jihoon to be so cautious, so you're worried he can hear how fast your heart is racing and feel just how nervous you are.

"It's okay," you croak out, squeezing your eyes tightly shut when you feel Jihoon pressing himself even closer against your back and wrapping an arm around you. Butterflies stir within you and you hold your breath, not used to feeling this way, especially around Jihoon.

-

At the competition, watching blind daisy's rehearsal does make you slightly more nervous, but after also rehearsing in front of them and seeing their reactions, you all feel a lot more confident. The little time before your performance is filled with all of you hyping each other back up, warming up your vocals and making sure all of your instruments are tuned and ready to be used.

blind daisy performs while you're backstage, so you can only hear their performance, not being able to see it.

"Well, they sound terrible," Jaehyuk says, and Yedam shakes his head.

"Let's not insult them! They actually sound really good..." Yedam says.

Throughout all of the chaos, Jihoon is constantly by your side, secretly slipping his hand into yours from time to time and rubbing circles over your hand with his thumb. It soothes and comforts you, and you're surprised to see just how well he knows all the things that calm you down.

When it's finally time to go on stage, the ten of you cheer loudly before walking on and giving it all that you've got. You're surprised at the chemistry on stage between you and Jihoon and think back to that first practice day when you bickered over something as simple as how to play the guitar.

It makes you smile as you look at Jihoon while singing, who is caught off-guard and grins widely back before going back to the state he was in: focused and wildly strumming the guitar with bent knees and his tongue slightly poking out the side of his mouth.

The two of you seem to be in your own worlds while performing, yet those worlds collide from time to time and create a masterpiece so beautiful that it earns you first place!

You still congratulate blind daisy, who tells you that they learned a lot from your performance and that you did well.

Your teacher, who was watching in the audience, tells you all how proud he is of you, but in that moment, the only thing on your mind is Jihoon as he has grabbed your hand again again and it's driving you insane, the way he's able to listen to your teacher so clearly and respond back while holding your hand like that. You, on the other hand, are having a whole crisis, your heart stammering in your chest and your whole being feeling as though you're stopped in time.

After the excitement dies down, you pull Jihoon aside to talk to him privately in... a closet, that being the only private area backstage.

"What are you doing?!" Jihoon asks, laughing as you drag him in there and close the door behind you.

Without any hesitation, you hold his face with both hands and press a rough kiss to his lips. You can feel him relaxing into the kiss and immediately responding, but you pull away just as he goes to wrap his arms around you.

"You...are so rude! Holding my hand everywhere like that and acting like nothing is happening."

Jihoon laughs.

"So that's what this is about? Listen-"

"No, you listen! I won't be disrespected like this. So from now on we're dating and you have permission to hold my hand but only if you don't hide it and don't continue on with your life as if everything is normal," you rant, panting afterwards.

Jihoon's open mouth lets out a laugh.

"Gosh, you're so cute," he says, poking your cheek.

"Here, then, I'm going to hold your hand," he says, not placing your hand in his pocket this time, but to your horror, opening the closet door and walking out there with your hand held tightly in his for all of your bandmates to see.

"Wha-" Haruto exclaims.

Yedam cheers.

"Gimme my $10, boiiiiiiii!" he yells to Haruto, who sighs.

"Woah, oh my God, what is going on here?" Hyunsuk gasps.

"See, I'm holding your hand and am acknowledging it," Jihoon tells you with a smirk.

"I'm actually... going to..." you growl.

"Going to do what, babe? There's nothing you can do to me now; we're lovers."

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What Izuku would be like in a relationship: The positive traits, the toxic traits, his love language, my own personal headcanons and an overall conclusion

WC: unknown

TW// POTENTIAL SPOILERS, No smut but Izuku is aged up, Toxic traits aren’t necessarily toxic...more so just bad traits, Teeny tiny little bit of angst, I think that’s it!

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Disclaimer: I am in no way claiming the following headcanons are true. You are 100% free to disagree with me but please DO NOT send me hateful comments or asks. I am simply writing what I think Deku would be like in a relationship

a/n: Just to let you know, your nickname for him is Zuku just so you don’t think I kept spelling his name wrong.

-Deku is literally the kindest soul ever and it makes me want to cry. He’d give you his umbrella if you ever forgot yours, he’d literally carry you to first aid if you ever injure yourself- this man will legitimately do everything for you

-He’s incredibly observant. If he catches you looking at a pretty ring then he’ll literally show up at your door days later with that very same ring in his hands

“I saw you looking at it a few days ago and I wanted to surprise you!”

“Zuku baby oh my god how much did you spend?!”

“You don’t need to worry about it sunshine”

I wholeheartedly believe Izuku would call you his sunshine or something along those lines

-I have this one headcanon of him drawing you all the time as an excuse to “observe you and your quirk” but it’s really just because he wants to admire the way you shine underneath the sun- and that’s how he came up with the name Sunshine for you

-Deku has a heart of gold oh my god, this guy cares so much about you it’s unreal. Imagine trying to hide the fact that you’ve been crying while on a phone call- mission failed because he heard your shaky voice and now he’s on your doorstep with your favourite hoodie of his and your favourite snacks

-His memory is insanely good, like it’s freaky how good it is. Like you mentioned to him ONCE that you liked a certain drink and now he pulls up to your dates with that drink all the time (not like I’d complain if Deku brought me my favourite drink)

-Just like Bakugou, Deku is incredibly smart and he literally always comes up with a solution. You could literally vent to him about a problem you’re having at work and he’s come up with at least 73 solutions within 6 hours

-He’s determined and hardworking. Again, he’s just like Bakugou in the sense that he’ll put his blood, sweat and tears into whatever he’s doing- no matter if it’s a serious high stake mission or something like planning your weekly date. The second he puts his mind to something, he makes sure to give it his all.

-Izuku is your own personal cheerleader, this dude will hype you up no matter what. Training after work? he’s cheering for you. You completed a really difficult task? you better believe he’s gonna pat you on the back for it.

-He’s very protective of you. Remember when the LOV attacked the training camp and he rushed to find Kota? yeah he’s 10x more protective of you.

-And it’s not because he thinks you’re weak and can’t defend yourself, it’s because he genuinely worries about you all the time and just wants to make sure your always safe

-He’s an inspirational person, he makes you hella motivated to do even the most boring chores around the house

-Deku isn’t afraid to show his emotions. Unlike Bakugou, he’s often seen showing his emotions. Deku said “toxic masculinity who?”. He definitely gives 0 fucks if someone sees him crying/upset because I feel like Pro-Hero Deku would stop the stupid mindset of “Hero’s can’t show their genuine emotions”

-Izuku is the type of person to analyze all his losses, figure out what he did wrong and then learn from it to make sure he doesn’t make the same mistake again. He’s the complete opposite of Bakugou who gets bitter over his losses due to his superiority complex.

-He’s so good at comforting you that it’s unbelievable. Deku gives the warmest hugs that make you feel so safe- you literally cannot change my mind about this

-You know those hugs where the other person lightly rubs your back and lightly sways side to side with you? Yeah those are the hugs that Deku gives (he’d definitely give you a sweet little kiss on the forehead/cheek)

“Sunshine come here, let me hold you while you let out all your frustrations. I’ve got you, nothing can hurt you while you’re here with me”

-Can you tell I want some comforting Izuku hugs? He wouldn’t let go of you until he put a smile back on your face and GAHH oh my god I need Izuku hugs

-As much as I hate to do this, it needs to be done 😔✊🏻

-Izuku is such an over thinker, this guy worries about EVERYTHING under the sun. Your eyes didnt crinkle when you smiled? he’ll think you’re upset with him. You gave him a side hug rather than a normal hug? he’ll think he did something wrong.

-He’s self aware that he overthinks things but he just can’t seem to stop his thoughts. No matter how many times you reassure him that you aren’t upset with him, he’s subconsciously thinking about how to make it up to you

-He constantly pushes himself past his limits. You guys saw how many times he’s broken his bones. Deku may be intelligent but when it comes to his own self he can be completely hopeless

-The amount of times you’ve scolded him while you clean up his scrapes and cuts is insane. He just sits on the toilet lid and bites his lip nervously while you wave your finger angrily at him

“Sunshine please, I said I was sorry and that it won’t happen again!”

“Zuku you and I both know that’s a damn lie, I’ve had to patch you up 3 times this week! When are you going to start being more considerate of your limits?”

-I’m sorry but I picture him being so nervous to initiate anything with you. This guy would be so fidgety just by THINKING about holding your hand

-And deep down he knows he’s being ridiculous because come on, you’re his S/O and he’s been dating you for years now- why does he still get shaken up just by holding your hand?

-At first you think it’s cute, he’s just being respectful of your boundaries- but as time goes on you kind of get a little annoyed because he always asks you a bunch of times if you’re okay with him being affectionate.

“Zuku...sweetheart you know you don’t need to ask me a million times if I want to cuddle, right? I love cuddling with you!”

*cue sweating* “I’ll keep that in mind, Sunshine”

-He eventually gets a lot more comfortable with affection...more often than not you wake up with him nuzzled into your side like a cat

(Side note PLEASE wake him up with a bunch of kisses, he’ll literally melt)

-He’s very insecure about his scars because they make him feel like he’s “ugly” and sometimes he doesn’t even want you to look at them

-Do me a favour and please kiss along his scars/ trace them with your fingers while you compliment him- he’ll start crying because the scars he thought made him ugly are now starting to look beautiful to him

-This isn’t necessarily a toxic trait, more like a bad habit. Whenever Izuku gets stressed he’ll train himself to the brink of exhaustion just so he can try to focus on something other than how stressed he is

-Again, not a toxic trait but a bad one...Deku puts everyone else before himself. Which isn’t a bad thing if it’s done in a healthy amount, but Izuku goes to the extreme. I feel like he’d neglect his own needs just to satisfy everyone else and you’d have to intervene before it gets worse

“Sunshine I said I was fine, you don’t need to worry about me! Your Zuku is perfectly energized and ready to go”

“Zuku don’t lie to me, you know I can read you like a book. You’re coming with me and I’m putting you to bed”

-I hate to say it but this guy hates confrontation so much that sometimes he’ll suffer in silence for MONTHS before he even hints at being upset with something

-I honestly think your biggest argument with him would be about his lack of communication in terms of him not being completely honest about how he feels and he just breaks down-

-Like he has a really bad breakdown because he’s been bottling everything up for so long because he hates the idea of fighting with you.

-And now he’s sobbing because he’s so frustrated that he doesn’t know what else to do

-Anyways, the two of you just silently comfort each other until you’ve both calmed down enough to talk properly. This is the night Izuku finally starts opening up to you rather than bottling up every negative emotion he feels

-I honestly think his love language is a mixture of giving you gifts and words of praise

-He’s a little shy when it comes to showing you how he feels through affection, so giving you gifts and his praise get his point across

-He’s totally the type to send you cute messages throughout the day, send cute selfies when he misses you, or he just sends you a random bouquet of flowers because he saw them and thought of you

-Also the type of guy to have photos of the two of you displayed around his office. His most prized one being the photo of your first mission together

-Just warning you now that if you ever mention that your suit ripped or a certain item isn’t functioning properly then he’ll literally buy 10 replacements- each one better than the last

“Zuku I said that the sole of my BOOT ripped off, not my entire suit!”

“Well now you have 10 new upgraded suits to make sure it won’t happen again! Isn’t it great, Sunshine?”

(Someone take his credit card away from him)

I definitely think Izuku would be an amazing S/O! He’s caring, kind and comforting- and he does his very best to try and work on the bad habits he has.

Overall, I would say Izuku definitely would win a “S/O of the year award” (sorry Bakugou)

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as ur irl bestie i am cashing in my favor and am asking- no begging for a dilf damon fic pls <3

😑fine fineee I guess I can take a quick break from writing BNHA stuff for you🙄

CW: NSFW, Damon Albarn being an a-hole, manipulation, gaslighting, language minor stuff like that

The studio itself was pretty spacious, you couldn't lie. As much as you loathed to give this cursed group any more credit, you were hard-pressed to remember the last time you´d been called into such a professional recording booth. You were used to dingy atmospheres, crumbling walls, stained carpet, and even cramped garages at times. It felt like your years of meticulously swaying your hand back and forth on the rosin and tuning your strings until they damn near popped were slowly going down the drain, lost in spaces of screaming adolescent boys and shady market agents. The streets of London were unforgiving for a young musician like you, no room to turn to since others were exactly in the same position as you.

 It was by pure coincidence that the day you had played for a local cafe for a small commission, Graham fucking Coxon was sitting in the back of the run-down joint, sipping a murky glass of Bourbon.

 You didn't notice him at first, of course. You had simply let the music in your mind travel from your head down to your arms, and allowed it to move through your fingertips to your bow. The serene melody that sang through the air had turned his head to face you, the shitty drink in his hand stopped halfway to his mouth. 

 Your solo was only a couple of minutes, but the second you were done and packing your bags to head out, the brunette made a beeline for you, blocking your exit.

 ¨Uh, can I help you?¨ You cock your head and shift your violin case.

 ¨Yes, you can actually. Listen, I know this is gonna sound a bit straightforward, but I really liked your piece. Did you compose it yourself?¨ He sounds quiet and sounds nervous, with him barely looking you in the eyes.

 ¨Yeah, I did!¨ You can´t help but beam-it took you several days just to perfect a few meager lines, but in the end you were content with the piece.

 ¨Wow...that's serious talent right there,¨ He opens the door for you, and you nod before you head out, him trailing behind you as he leaves with you.

 ¨You make a good amount of money doing small jobs like this?¨ His voice is nasally and low, but with a slightly higher pitch than your typical London accent.

 At this, you squint your eyes a bit and turn your head at him. It was nice of him to be interested in your work, but for someone you don't personally know, the idea of talking about your small gigs that merited little to no money was not something you were fond of.

 He senses your hesitancy and immediately withdraws. ¨I´m sorry, that was probably rude of me to be so blunt about it. Actually, I don´t think I´ve properly introduced myself.¨ He stops to face you, and you do the same.

 ¨I´m Graham Coxon. You may or may not have heard of me, but I can assure you that I too enjoy music, as an understatement.¨ He extends a calloused hand and smiles a little bit, adjusting the blocky glasses on his face.

 Graham...Coxon? Graham as in....oh, holy shit.

 ¨No way.¨

 ¨Er...unfortunately, yes way.¨ His soft voice lilts as he holds back a laugh, and you gape at him.

 ¨Oh my god!¨ You drop your violin case in the excitement of eagerly returning his handshake. ¨You-you're from Blur! I know you!¨

 ¨Was from Blur, and ´careful now, don´t wanna ruin your instrument. But listen, I´m kind of in a bind here so I´ll get to the chase. We´re working on a few chords here and there back at the studio, and I´ve been on the lookout for a while for someone who fits our tune. ´Thing is, the deadline for submitting our song is comin´ up fast, so we only have a couple weeks left.¨

 You raise your eyebrows, heart pounding in your chest as you listen to his proposition.

 ¨So I´m thinking, you sound pretty good, it's exactly what we need to fill in our bridge. I´d love it if you came in and played a tune for us. If we like you and you´re cool with it, you could feature on our song.¨

 It feels surreal. Were you hearing right? Graham Coxon from Blur asking you to play on his song? This had to be a prank.

 ¨Ẅait, but you've only heard me once, what if my sound doesn't match what you're actually looking for?¨ You stammer, palms clammy as you wipe them off on your trousers.

 ¨Well, that's what a rehearsal session is for, lovely,¨ He chuckles nervously and slides his slightly foggy glasses up his nose. ¨So, you wanna give it a go?¨

 You think for a moment, biting your lower lip. There wasn't exactly anything stopping you now, was there? I mean, sure, the prospect of playing in front of one of UK's most famous bands was daunting, but this was your chance to finally be recognized!

 Taking a deep breath, you pick up your fallen case and nod. ¨Alright, I´m in. When you do wanna meet up?¨

 Graham visibility deflates in relief, letting out a shaky exhale. ¨Great. I'll text you the time and place, yeah? The boys and I´ve gotta get a few more things set up, so we´ll be in contact soon.¨

You both exchange numbers, your phone tingling in your hand long after you bid farewell and drive home in a buzz.

 When you finally get home to your apartment, you throw your keys onto the counter and flop down onto the mattress. What a fucking day.

 So many thoughts bounce around in your addled head. You want to do well, but obviously you don't have their kind of experience in the industry. Should you play more in tune with their song, or continue with your own sound? An idea pops into your head amidst your lunch, a few hours later. Why not just do some more research on the band themselves? Then you'd know exactly what kind of music they're looking for.

 The boys and I´ve gotta get a few more things set up.

 Oh yeah, who else was in the band? It's not like you didn't know who Blur was at their peak, but you paid more attention to their music rather than their faces. Truthfully, you never really basked in tabloids and newspapers purring about the next big scandal, or the top dogs of Britain´s industry when that stuff was relevant.

 You abandon your pathetic sandwich and make your way to your laptop, sliding into a chair and getting down to business. After a few quick searches, you pull up a couple tabs around the name Blur.

 Graham Coxon- Recovering alcoholic. Big fight with Damon Albarn.

 Alex James- Cute boy turned conservative. Classic case.

 Dave Rowntree- Mainly untouched. Became a successful lawyer. Good for him.

 Damon Albarn- A fucking mess.

 Puffing up your cheeks and putting your hands behind your head, you lean back in your chair. Good god, this man is a wreck. Headlines from decades ago swim in and out of your eyes, loud, obnoxious neon prints of Justine and Damon broken up again? Suede claps back!, or Will the Blur Brothers ever come back to each other? Find out first-hand from Coxon himself!, and worst of all, Albarn relapses again, Damon Albarn from Blur goes head-to-head with Liam and Noel-news flash, the brothers win!

 You think you see something about him and a potential wife and child, and that's when you decide it's time to sleep.

 After all, there's no point in getting caught up in any of their backstories.You were just there to play a solo and get out. Nosing around in their lives was more trouble than what it was worth, anyways.

 Which is exactly what you kept trying to tell yourself as you walked into the modern studio two weeks later, its grey soundproof walls and white floor screaming fancy and rich to you. And fancy and rich didn't come without grit and experience, which you had none of. As if to emphasize your inexperience, you went into the wrong halls twice before you exasperatedly checked your messages with Graham and saw that no, it wasn´t room 311, it was room 113.

 Finally, finally, you came across your designated room. The mahogany door was closed, and you placed a hand on the silver knob. You could faintly hear the sounds of a guitar being played from the inside, and it was curiosity above everything else that compelled you to push it open.

 From behind the clear window that separated the booth from the recording area, you see them. Graham, Damon, and other men you don't recognize are all in the midst of the song, the same song Graham had texted you the PDF of for the violin notes. You sheepishly take a few steps forward and clear your throat to catch the attention of a bald man leaning back against his chair right in front of the glass. He turns around and you give a weak little wave, clutching your case in the other hand. 

 ¨Hey, I´m here for-¨

 ¨-Yeah, yeah, Graham told me all about you. Go on ahead and join in, they just started.¨ He pulls a toothpick out from between his lips and gestures to the door of the divider.

 You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way through the second door, and the second you step inside meekly, Damon and Graham´s eyes are on you.

 Graham continues to play the guitar, only lighting up his eyes and giving you an encouraging nod when you step in, and the other two men on bass and saxophone also give a quick smile in greeting. And Damon…well.

 Damon barely acknowledges you.

 He continues to sing and stare straight ahead at the wall in front of him as if there's an interesting scene being played out on the grey paint.

 You´re unsure of whether to catch his attention and give a proper greeting, but you decide not to as it would interfere with the song. So instead, you quickly grab a nearby chair and stand and set up your rosin and papers.

 Your timing is perfect; the bridge is about to come up. Just to be certain, you look up from your poised position and catch the eyes of most everyone except for Damon´s. They all give you a quick thumbs up or an expectant look for your confirmation of playing.

 And then, it comes. Damon stops singing, and your cue to sweep your bow across the horse hairs of your strings comes.

 Melodious, whole, fulfilling, it was. Graham´s guitar chords harmonized with the tones of your violin, and music that you´ve never dreamed of creating was made by your hands exceptionally. 

 Everyone was in awe of your raw talent, from the way their gazes were rapt onto your bow, moving back and forth,staying still in some highs and whittling away at the lows. You even thought you saw the producer from inside the booth turn his head towards you from the corner of your eye, but you couldn´ be sure.

 Everyone except Damon Albarn.

 The song ended a minute later with the signal of a fading out bass, and then there was silence.

 ¨Right on with that tune.. ´Thought we'd be fucked ova´ if we didn't find someone to take that melody.¨ The bassist with long shaggy hair grinned and you returned one back.

 ¨Yeah, I was kind of hesitant when Graham ´ere told us he found one to take this position on, but I'm pleased.¨ The saxophone player scratched his chin and hummed his agreement. You felt relief.

 Until he spoke.

 ¨Is this your first time playing?¨

 You look incredulously over at him, looking straight on at his face. Sandy hair, lines on his cheeks, slight scruff around his chin, he looked older than his online pictures. 

 ¨Uhh, no?¨ You laugh a little, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. ¨If I was, I doubt Graham would think I´m good enough to play with you guys.¨

 ¨I don't think Graham is the only one who needs to think that.¨ Everyone shifts uncomfortably, looking nervously from Damon to you, and Graham tugs his collar as if the temperature had gone up.

 But nonetheless, you don't back down.

 ¨Oh yeah? How so?¨

¨You played the G-string too high,¨ He deadpans, looking utterly bored amidst oceanic hues.

 ¨What?¨ You flip your music pages a couple of times until you find the page where you played that part. ¨No I didn´t, I was right on tune-do you even know how to play the violin?¨

 ¨No,¨ he smirks, and with your blood boiling steadily you open your mouth to argue, but thankfully Graham butts in.

 ¨Damon, don´t be a prick, she played fine. Unlike you, who fucked up on the 5th verse.¨

 The man in question lazily stretches his arms above his head, causing his white tee to rise a few inches over his belly button. You can´t help but glance at the skin-it's smooth, cleanly chiseled with part of his v-line showing, a happy trail rising from the juncture.

 ¨Oi, sweetheart, eyes up here.¨

 You snap your gaze back to his smug face, cheeks burning.

 ¨I didn´t-¨

 ¨Sure you didn´t. Just like how I didn't mess up on the 5th verse, and how you didn't ruin the song with your shitty violin, yeah?¨ He simpers, and you almost rise out of your seat to snarl at him before Graham jumps in between you two, scolding a very inappropriately-grinning Damon.

 You get up out of your chair and huff, shoving your belongings back into your bag as everyone else packs up, the men bickering and playfully throwing shit at each other.

 The producer even congratulates you on your successful first day, and everyone cheers and pounds you on your back, your hair falling in your face and gracefully hiding your 120k watt smile.

 Damon shoulders right past you, knocking your case right out of your hands. You grapple with it for a second before it hits the ground, and when it does you whip around and shoot him an icy glare.

 He's not even looking at you, he's already out the door.

 It's quiet for a moment.

 ¨Well, there he goes again being a dickhead. Classic Damon, you got.¨ The saxophone player points to the leaving blond and grins sheepishly at you.

 ¨What's his problem?¨ You ask in disgust, shaking your head as you join the rest of the boys leaving.

¨Uh, well...¨ Graham scratches the back of his head and avoids looking at you. ¨He's always been kind of like that, y´know, so don't take it too personally, but between just us four, his wife´s been on his arse for a bit about um...some...domestic affairs.¨ He finishes lamely, and the other two men guffaw at your raised eyebrow.

 You don't have a chance to press further as to ask what domestic affairs, exactly because a loud clap of thunder shakes you all to your cores as you step outside.

 ¨Aw, come on!¨ You stamp your foot and hold out your hand for confirmation of the raindrops about to drop on you all. ¨I didn't know it was gonna rain today,¨ you grumble.

 Graham squints up at the sky and wipes some droplets off his blurred glasses, covering his head with his jacket hood as he begins walking to the parking garage. ¨I´ll see you lot in about a week, yeah? Just keep practicing, good rehearsal we had today!¨ He waves his hand and dashes off.

 ¨Good job on your first day, Y/N. Fancy the weather on your walk back for us!¨ The sax and bass player bid farewell and also do a sprint to their respective cars, splashing through the puddles and sending muddy water on your pants.

 ¨Urgh!¨ You raise your hands to try and protect your bottoms but to no avail- London's sewage strikes again.

 Sighing in defeat, you walk through the rain towards your car, succumbing to the grimy walk. Unfortunately you didn't think to use the parking garage due to high nerves when you first came in.

 You walk for about 5 minutes, the rain drenching your hair and clothes and chilling you to your bones.

 Could this day get any more annoying?

Oh, but you should´ve known that it could.

 Because right at that moment, a black limo swerves right next to you on the sidewalk, sending a massive wave of gutter water right your way.

 You swear loudly and jump back, barely managing to avoid the remnants of the sewage tsunami crossing your feet.

 Looking up wildly at the offensive vehicle, you make a fist and flip the window off, your lip curled up into a snarl.

 The obsidian glass rolls down.

 ¨Well that's not very nice, is it? Nasty weather we got going on right now, careful it doesn't get on your clothes.¨

 Oh.

 ¨It's you,¨ you monotone, less than pleased to see his salacious grin at your predicament-which was being soaked to your undergarments in brown muddy water, your hair clinging to your face and your violin case lugging down towards the ground, its weight proving mutiny against you today of all days.

 ¨In the flesh,¨ Damon beams, and you scowl at his cheery attitude.

 ¨You almost drowned me, asshole,¨ You turn your nose up in scorn, and he chuckles in his baritone voice.

 ¨Nah, cant´ve love, I can't drive,¨ he clicks his tongue and jerks his thumb to the seat in front of him, where you assume his chauffeur is.

 ¨Oh, so it was under your orders that your poor driver practically waterboarded me?¨ ¨Well, yeah, I mean what else do you expect me to do when I see a pretty lady walking so harmlessly in the rain?¨ Your voice catches in your throat for a second from his words and the way his glacial eyes twinkle for a moment, but then he erupts in dry chuckles at your demeanor and you throttle your hesitancy at speaking.

 ¨Shut up, you're absolutely vile, y´know that?¨ ¨So I´ve been told, but to be honest sweetheart, I´d rather hear that in bed, where I´m used to hearing it. Now are you going to get in or shall I talk about my sexual prowess with you the rest of the afternoon?¨ He opens his door from the inside and mockingly winks at you.

 You feign a gag, but still decide to jump in the spacious limo when a flash of lightning lights up the sky. 

 He scoots back to give you space to sit and adjust your violin case on the seats in front of you, but just as you´re about to close the door, he leans in right next to you and reaches behind you to pull it shut himself.

 You´re caught still as he draws close, you´re extended hand frozen in midair as his arm against your back flexes and stiffens with it pulling the door. You can feel his breath against your neck as he exhales, can feel some of his hair tickling against your ear and cheek. You hold your breath, not daring to move lest you accidentally brush up against his proximity.

 The loud slam of the door causes you to jump, and he laughs a little at that, signaling his driver to go.

 You don't quite face him, your gaze down in your lap as his entire body is facing you, still stuck in its position when he was closing the car door.

 ¨Not nervous, are you?¨ He murmurs in your ear, and you can´t help it when your whole body shivers at feeling the rumble in his gravelly voice.

 ¨N-no, I´m not. Do you have to be so close?¨ You stammer, barely giving him a sideways glance which eggs him on, much to your displeasure.

 ¨Not really. But if you´re not nervous, then it shouldn't be a problem, right?¨ He says quietly and leans around to catch your eye.

 Before you can lose your nerve and jump out of the car, you snap at him. ¨You just don´t quit, do you?¨ 

 He finally relents and the side of his pink lips lift lazily as he stretches his knees out and practically manspreads across the expanse of three seats. ¨Nope. Not that you really were against it though, ´could feel your heart pounding a mile a minute sweetheart. Trust me, I´m used to making girls nervous, I would know.¨

 You sneer at him. ¨Don´t call me sweetheart, and yeah, I was nervous about getting some disease-ridden prick like you getting close to me. God knows how many STD´s you've contracted from bedding some poor groupies.¨

¨Only one way to find out, right love?¨ He leans his head up to the car ceiling and lets his tousled golden hair flop back, his jawline accentuated by the cream-colored seats contrasting with his tan skin.

 You catch yourself staring, and shake your head quickly.

 ¨You must´ve been more hopped up on heroine than I thought if you think I´d ever fuck a self-absorbed, narcissitic bastard like you.¨

 The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, but once they do your eyes widen and you clap a hand over your mouth in horror.

 Damon lifts his head and slowly turns to face you, his mouth set in a thin line.

 ¨A self-absorbed, narcissistic bastard whose limo you're riding in, need I remind you, so I can´t be all that bad. ´Can't say I haven't heard any of that before love, but most girls who say that end up in my bed anyways.¨

 You open your mouth to argue but he cuts you off.

 ¨Although, ´hopped up on heroin´ is a new one. Just exactly how much research have you done about me so far?¨

 Your rebuttal dies in your throat. You were caught.

 Your ears burn and your face flushes as you bite your lip in embarrassment. Maybe you went too far, and on top of that you let it slip that you knew about him beforehand.

 But you refuse to kowtow in humiliation to this idiot, so you think quickly.

 ¨I doubt you´ve got your head that far up your ass to disregard how half the world was tuning into your personal life when Blur was big, Damon.¨

He looks unimpressed with your excuse, but before he can open his mouth to question you further, you hurry up with another save.

 ¨Also, where are we going? You never asked me where my car was.¨

Bingo His eyes brighten and he shouts at the driver, harping on about him being a brain-dead idiot for driving in circles the past 10 minutes.

 What a save.

 *******************

The moment you step into the booth next week, a drumstick is lobbed at you from seemingly nowhere. You yelp and hold your case up, blocking the weapon as it bounces off your makeshift shield. You bring the case down and shoot a glare towards the only man you know capable of acting so childishly at his grown age.

 But he´s already scrolling through his phone, looking for a measure to start from.

 ¨You´re late.¨

 ¨Hardly,¨ you mutter, glancing at the clock on the wall. Two minutes past shouldn´t be an excuse for having a drumstick pick out your eye.

 ¨Good to see you again, Y/N,¨ Graham pipes up softly, sending you an apologetic glance from Damon to you and you stick out your tongue in faux annoyance. 

 The other two members of your group greet you as well, and you all begin practice. Notes begin harmonizing together, voice and sound coinciding to make music you´ve swayed your hips and nodded your head to on blue nights.

 It´s a hot day, humidity clinging to your skin akin to the perspiration hanging off your forehead, and halfway through the song you decide to take off your sweater. You´re wearing a white tank top underneath, nothing too revealing save for the slight dip in the V-neck, but you couldn't care less about modesty at the moment when your fingers were literally slipping in their grasp on your sweat-slicked bow.

 During a quick break in your part of the song, you slip off your sweater and fan yourself out. It feels good, but you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. Following the laser gaze, you turn your head to face Damon, but he´s nose-deep in the lyrics sheet, warbling about a broken love or friendship. 

 Huh, must´ve been imagining it.

 Your solo comes up, and you prepare yourself for tackling the notes to your best ability, keeping up with Graham´s rapid guitar pace. Sweat continues to build on everyone´s vicinity when the rapid movement of arms waving around their own instrument causes more body heat to suffocate you all.

 Miraculously, the song finishes, and you collapse in your seat like the rest of the men, panting and wiping slick off your foreheads. You reach for a bottle of water on the floor and unscrew the lid, grimacing at its lukewarm temperature but drinking it nonetheless.

 For the second time, you have an unnerving feeling of being watched. This time, you whip your head to the side and catch him staring straight at you. 

 Damon´s face is flushed, his hair tousled, his rose colored glasses steamed up from the muggy aura in the room. His denim jacket is hanging off one shoulder, the rest of his torso covered with a sheer wife beater that accentuates his chiseled dad-body.

But he just stares you down, saying nothing. You frown at him a little bit and shift your body away from him, feeling vulnerable to his laser-gaze. His eyes darken, but Graham speaks, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say.

 ¨That was pretty good, you lot. Greg, Taz, hold off on the third beat of the fourth measure. We´ve gotta crescendo slightly-¨

 ¨Y/N, do you have a job?¨

 Damon's voice cuts off Graham, and everyone falters as they look at him and then you in surprise.

 ¨I don´t know what you mean,¨ you respond coolly, knowing that whatever he was about to say wasn't good.

 ¨I mean, do you have a job? Because as far as I know, most people who work don't dress like whores at their job.¨

 His eyes travel from your face down to your slight cleavage, and you sputter in rage as the rest of the boys shift uncomfortably.

 ¨Damon, for god's sake what´re you on about?¨ Graham asks wearily, taking his glasses off and rubbing his shiny neck.

 ¨I could ask you the same thing, actually. Because as far as I know, you've fucked enough women in your lifetime that one would think you could keep it in your pants for five minutes without acting like a twelve-year-old. Oh, but unless that´s too professional for you? I guess you´re not as serious about your work environment as you claim.¨ you laugh, and the sax player, Greg, snorts into his water bottle.

 Damon sneers, ¨How could I forget, you actually have done your research about my life and sexual endeavors, what a cute little fangirl you are. If you wanted an autograph, you could've just asked, sweetheart.¨

 ¨Go fuck yourself,¨ you snap. ¨You´re all wearing wife-beaters anyways, what's the difference?¨

 Damon starts again but Graham claps his hands loudly, startling you all.

 ¨Enough, both of you! What's gotten into you? Need I remind you that our song is due in less than two weeks? We need to finish this shit and get on with it. Stop acting like children.¨

 You mumble under your breath and Damon shoots a dark look to his childhood friend, but the brunette doesn't back down, and continues to give advice on how to improve their song. You don´t look at Damon the rest of the session out of pure spite, but that doesn't stop him from shamelessly staring straight at you, right until it's time to leave.

 The second Graham checks his watch and exclaims that it's a quarter past twelve already, you´re already bolting out of your seat and shoving your violin in its case, eager to get out of the disgustingly hot room.

 Fortunately, this time you had the right idea to park in the garage like everyone else to avoid any other unwanted encounters, but unfortunately while it was nice to not be waterboarded on your walk, it wasn´t enough to stop said unwanted encounters from occurring.

 Take right now, for instance.

 As you stumble to your car in the blistering weather, your energy depletes faster and faster, causing you to be light headed. Practice was already tough enough in the sweltering heat, but after Damon's little scene you don't have any energy to even walk.

 You crash blindly into your car, the metal of the doors burning your skin as you make contact with the handle. You hiss and jerk back, swaying slightly as your head fogs up. You can barely see, you feel like your clothes weigh a ton on you, so you slide down the vehicle and sit up against the tires, throwing your head back against the car and groaning. The idea of unlocking your doors and sitting in the seat where no doubt several temperatures higher will be settling on the dashboard and in the front row is nauseating.

 Weather-2

You-0

 You don't know the building well enough to know where a vending machine is, and even if you shot Graham a text, you don't have enough energy to wander around and scout for it.

 And lo and behold, from a distance, a figure approaches. You squint as it draws nearer, and let out a laugh as the features come into familiarity.

 The heat must be getting to you worse than you thought, because you´re certain you´re hallucinating Damon Albarn of all fucking people swaggering towards you, one hand holding his denim jacket over his shoulder, and a shit-eating grin on his face as he comes to stand in front of you.

 All you can do is pant like a dog, looking up at him with unimpressed eyes.

 ¨Oi, G-String. ´Brought you some water.¨ he holds out a hand, and you choose to ignore the offensive nickname, insead noticing the large bottle in it, cold condensation covering its expanse.

 Your eyes widen and you lick your lips unconsciously, holding your hands out for it.

 Damon watches your tongue poke out and loses focus before snapping back to reality and moving his arm above your head. You pout and try to reach for it again, but he laughs and holds it even higher.

 You glare and turn your head away from him, suddenly remembering how he embarrassed you earlier. 

 ¨Go away. I don't want it anymore. You´re an asshole.¨ you mumble, perspiration hanging off your lip as you lick the salty beads away once again.

 Damon´s eyes never leave your mouth as he listens to you and watches the pink appendage make its appearance again, and his mouth hangs open slightly unbeknownst to you for a second. You cross your arms and glare at the empty parking lot, silently willing him to go away.

 He snaps back into focus yet again and shakes his head at you. ¨Oh come on love, I´m just teasing. You look like you´re about to die anyways, might as well make this your last meal-er, drink I mean.¨

 ¨I´m not taking anything from a complete dickhead who enjoys harassing women about their clothes. You know, for such a womanizer, you act pretty clueless about how comments like that would make a girl feel. No one else but you had an issue with it, or rather, had the audacity to point it out.¨ You cough at the last word, your dry throat and heavy head making it harder to talk.

 He sighs and crouches down, balancing on the balls of his feet. He pops open the cap and gently turns your chin towards his face, much to your surprise. You´re genuinely too weak to protest, but when you look at his concerned face, eyebrows scrunched up and accentuating the lines on his forehead, you don't think you'd want to turn away even if you could.

 He coaxes your agap mouth even more open by dragging a rough thumb down over your lips, and you obediently open your mouth, mesmerized by his eyes. His movements are soft and slow, as if you were a fidgety rabbit about to run off at the slightest touch. He scoots closer, right over in front of you as you simply gaze up at him, allowing him to pour cool water down your throat, quenching your bone-dry palate.

 For a couple of seconds, water floods your mouth but all you can do is stare up at him. The light rays are reflecting off his back, casting a yellow glow around his silhouette and he almost looks like an angel. His hair is mussed as if he'd spent the day running his hands through the golden locks, and the scruff on his face peeks through soft-looking skin.

 ¨Swallow, or I'll really waterboard you this time,¨ he says lowly, chuckling a bit as he catches you staring so adamantly right in his face. You jerk back to consciousness and swallow hastily, accidentally choking on the gulp in your rush.

 He laughs even more and lets go of your chin much to your disappointment as he adjusts himself to sit next to you, not seeming to mind the scorching car metal. The absence of his hand on your face leaves a cold, empty feeling in your heart despite the heated blush on your cheeks

 ¨You´ll burn yourself,¨ you mumble, lolling your head over to look at him.

 But he looks straight ahead and shrugs casually. ¨Not any more than you.¨ You both sit in silence for a few minutes, occasionally sipping from the bottle he passes towards you and watching cars go by.

 ¨You didn't answer my question. Why do you harp on me in the studio? You act like a normal human being here.¨

 Damon looks thoughtfully at a white sedan passing by, then speaks.

 ¨As I´m sure Graham has blabbed to you already, I´ve been having some...trouble with the missus, let's say.¨

 You say nothing and raise a questioning eyebrow.

 ¨For the shitty attitude,¨ he mutters and swipes the bottle from your hand, taking a large swig himself.

 ¨And, like you said earlier, I am an asshole. Of course I´ll enjoy harassing pretty women over their revealing clothes,¨ he smirks and gives you a once over.

 There it was again, pretty woman.

 You scowl and get up to leave, but what he says stops you in your tracks.

 ¨Taz was lookin´ at you,¨ he says quietly, suddenly very interested in the now-empty bottle. ¨´Didn't like it, but I couldn't say anything to him. Graham likes him too much.¨

 Huh. Maybe the pair of eyes you felt back in the room didn't only belong to Damon.

 He cracks a small smile and looks up at you, his face adorably innocent and wide as he sheepishly admits, ¨I´m used to butting heads with blokes like him for women.¨

 You jerk back up to your feet, brushing off any insinuation he was giving and pat his knee awkwardly, ignoring the fire now igniting once again in your chest.

 ¨Thanks for the water, I needed it. You might wanna move if you don't want to get run over by my car.¨ You reach down and pick up your case as Damon clambers to his feet.

 He looks amused as you fumble for your keys, nervously turning the lock and sitting in the hot car, obviously eager to get away from his intimidating gaze.

 ¨I´ll see you next week, yeah?¨ You laugh breathlessly and roll your window down to call out to him.

 He says nothing, but merely cocks his head at you, his eyes now obscured by the rose-colored glasses he puts over his eyes. He waves a little and watches as you drive away a little too fast.

 But as it turns out, you don't see him next week.

 ******

It was just your luck that one of the cutest guys from your work asked you out on the very same week you had practice with the boys. You contemplated moving the date to another time, but...you deserved to have some fun time off too, right? It's not like it would make too much of a difference in your skill, anyways, you´ve gotten all the strings down and such.

 So, you decide to go on this date. It goes well, the dude was cute, dorky, lacked a little pizzazz but nothing a bottle of fancy red wine and a night of movies couldn´t coax out of him. It honestly wasn't anything too big, you exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up again soon. After parting ways, you threw yourself back into the regular regime of practicing your violin and meticulously listening to the booth recording every night, just so you could perfect your part to a T.

 The day came where you had to go back to practice, and you were ready, veins pumping with determination to make these last few sessions the best you´ve played yet. You texted Graham that you´d be there soon, and he gave you a thumbs up in return. When you finally arrived in front of the room, you were 10 minutes late. The boys were already playing, by the sound of the percussion booming outside the door. You grimace and take a deep breath, turning the handle in and hurrying inside the booth.

 No one really spared a glance at you, so you assumed you were okay in terms of punctuality. You opened your case and started strumming your strings, counting the measures and beats until it was your turn. Damon´s voice rang out, melodious and airy as ever, dropping octaves and floating on soprano tones. Your bow moved across his words, accenting his tones and adding emphasis to his sorrowful song. And then, after a couple of minutes, it was done.

 ¨Alright you lot, pretty good for today. ´Specially you, Y/N, you caught up pretty quick, I expected you to slack behind but I'm actually impressed.¨ Graham flashed you a nervous grin and you beamed back at him in return.

 ¨Yeah, speaking of, why were you gone last week? I expected someone who makes below the poverty line would actually want to work for their money,¨ Damon chuckles a little meanly.

 You feel your smile drop a smidge.

 ¨Well actually Damon, not that it's any of your business, but I went on a date.¨ You smirk at him, enjoying the way his mouth opens slightly and moves silently.

 But he regroups quickly and glares at you. ¨None of my business? The deadline is only a few days away, and you´re whoring yourself out and going on dates? I guess you´re not as professional as Graham thought.¨

 Everyone shifts uncomfortably, and blood rushes to your face, anger clouding your mind. Why was he being like this? He was fine the last time you saw him, you actually thought maybe he was going to change the way he addressed you.

  Graham speaks up. ¨Damon. You´re overreacting man, I gave her the okay, and she played fine today. No harm done, seriously, there's no need for that kind of language towards her.¨

 ¨Actually, there absolutely is a need. If I knew you were going to invite a prostitute as our sub-in then I would´ve never agreed to have her here. Didn´t know you were so low on money Y/N, I would´ve spared you a couple pounds.¨ He sneers.

 ¨Damon!¨

 You laugh bitterly and rise to your feet. ¨Oh that's rich, coming from the man who fucked half the continent just because he couldn't get over one girl. No wonder every real woman in your life including your wife wants to leave, nothing is ever good enough for you. Except heroin maybe.¨

 The words leave your mouth before you can take them back, and there's a pin drop silence as if a bomb had been dropped. In a way, it kind of did.

 Damo glares at you. Everyone is holding your breath, including you.

 ¨Get out.¨

 ¨Hey,-¨ Taz tries to gently interject but Damon throws the mic at him. 

 ¨I said get the fuck out. You´re not practicing with us anymore, you can pack your shit and leave.¨

 Tears brim at the corners of your eyes, and you choke out a small ¨Fine.¨

 You hear Graham berating him behind you as you fly through the door, telling him that they need you, it's too late to change people, but the words jumble in your ears as the door slams shut. You don't hear what Damon says, if he even says anything, and you aren't interested in his comebacks right now.

 It's only when you leave the car, tears streaming down your face in rage and embarrassment that you groan to yourself, your hands reaching an empty seat with one foot out the door-

You forgot your violin case.

 ************

 It's nighttime.

 The crickets chirp as you creep silently through the parking garage, the soft thud of your shoes echoing a lot louder than you wanted in the empty lot. The studio itself wasn't closed, but you were sure Damon must have informed the manager there not to let an ex-musician like you back in there.

 Wearing a black hoodie and black pants was a smart move- you blended in with the shadows well. The doors weren't locked, and you hiss out a small ¨yesss¨ as you slip inside the mostly dark building. Needless to say, you were proud of yourself for navigating through the windings pitch-black hallways to your old booth.

 Testing the handle lightly, you sigh out in relief when that too gives way. Unfortunately though, the second the door shuts behind you, you immediately stumble forward and fall. 

 The room is dark, darker than the other hallways so you can barely see your hands. The only source of light you´re granted is the dim red bulb on top of the booth door. And speaking of, that's exactly where you need to go...which proves to be harder when you keep bumping into random shit and cursing when you feel potential bruises forming on your shins.

 Miraculously you stagger through the next door towards where you last sat, and blindly feel around the floor and chairs for your violin case. You feel nothing there, but panic starts settling in your heart when you can't find it.

 ¨Looking for something?¨

 You scream and lurch backwards, knocking your head into some kind of stand. Groaning, you rub your head and hold a hand on your racing heart as you squint into the dim red room, placing the voice to the person.

 ¨D-Damon?¨ 

 ¨In the flesh sweetheart. ´Knew you'd come back for this, s´just my luck I came back to get it tonight so I could give it to you personally in case you wanted to be stubborn. But this is even better than I could´ve hoped.¨

 You make out his silhouette in the obsidian abyss in front of you. He's sitting with knees spread on a chair, a few feet in front of you as he leans his head back on the wall. Your precious violin case is being held hostage in his arms, and it's the absolute love you have for the brittle instrument that propels you to your feet and moves you to get the hell out instead of interrogating him.

 ¨What, so you were just here the whole time listening to me falling around like an idiot?” You laugh incredulously, and you see the area of his shoulders move up and down.

 ¨Was pretty funny to watch, honestly. You sound cute when you curse.¨ He stands up to his fullest height now, the red light bouncing off his back, giving him a sort of demonic halo.

 You knew it was actually time to leave when you felt those stupid butterflies in your stomach rise up again.

¨Right, well, I´ll be on my way then. Good luck with your song and whatever, I´ll just take the case...¨ You trail off as your extended hand is left in midair, no violin case reaching it.

 He cocks his head at you. ¨Why are you in such a rush to leave?¨

 You can´t help the scoff that escapes you. 

 ¨Are you serious? You were such an absolute dickhead to me this afternoon, you said all sorts of horrible things to me, and you even fired me for Christ's sake! I want nothing to do with you, so could you please give me my case back so I can go?¨

 He's silent for a moment before answering. ¨Are you done yet?¨

 It isn´t just the light that's making you see red now.

 ¨Fuck you, honestly.¨ You whirl around and stomp towards where you guess the  door is, ignoring the clatter behind you and bingo you locate the handle, but as soon as you turn it-

 A hand reaches from behind you and pulls the ajar door shut.

 ¨Don´t go. I´m sorry.¨

 You´re absolutely still as you feel him towering over you, his arm dangerously close to your midriff as his hand remains on the knob.

 His voice is low, and you can feel him breathe against your neck, mere inches away. You can´t help the involuntary shiver that passes through you, and he feels it too, inhaling deeply when he gets close to your ear.

 ¨You smell so good.¨

 ¨Leave me alone, Damon,¨ you whisper, your voice catching in your throat from the overwhelming onslaught of emotions passing through you.

 He breaths in and slowly lets his hand rest on your side.

 ¨I can't do that. You know why. You have to have known by now.¨

 You tremble in his touch, yet allow his hands to wander down to your hip, the other coming around in a sort of hug to pull you closer to him.

 ¨We can´t.¨

 ¨Sure we can.¨

 You can feel his erection bumping against your ass.

 ¨You´re not worth this.¨

 ¨I´ll make myself worth it.¨

 And as soon as he latches onto the back of your neck, you´re like putty in his hands, a moaning mess as he sucks galaxy-colored hickies on your skin. You can feel yourself grow wetter as he shoves his hands up your shirt and teasingly pulls down the bridge of your bra, letting the weight of your tits fill up his hands appreciatively. He starts rolling your hardened buds in between his skilled calloused fingers, and you whine and throw your head back when you feel him rut against your ass, panting raggedly in your ear.

 You rub your thighs together, desperate for some form of friction as he squeezes your tits, and then letting one hand ghost across the expanse of your stomach, down to brush against the rim of your panties. Damon chuckles meanly in your ear when you buck against the stilled hand over your mound.

 ¨You want this?¨ He lightly nips your ear. He smells like old spice and sandalwood.

 You nod desperately, frustrated with him not giving you his thick fingers already.

 But it's not enough for him. ¨No no, pretty girl, use your words now. I´ve barely touched you yet and you´re already moaning like a wanton little slut for me? And here I was thinking you weren't that easy.¨

 You stop jerking your hips and blood rushes to your face at his insulting words. You try to move out of his grip, huffing and regretting the whole thing but he outright laughs now and spins you around, tugging you forward until your chest is slotted against his. You pout at him and look away, but he's quick to grasp your chin and pull you in for a rough yet sensual kiss.

Pushing you backwards against the wall, he deepens the lip-lock, tracing his tongue over your lips, nipping at the soft flesh and darkening his eyes when you whimper and look up at him.

 He knows what he´s fucking doing when he again drops his hand under your pants and over your panties, his other palm wound up firmly through your hair. He pulls your head back and lets you breathe for a second from his kiss of death before he speaks again.

 ¨I didn't hear an answer, slut. Do you want this?¨ He leans forward until his nose brushes against your neck, flicking his tongue out to taste your saccharine flesh.

 You tremble against his firm body when he pushes his pelvis against you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.

 It doesn't matter anymore. Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an easy slut putting up a facade for him, but when his clothes erection grinds up against your pussy you can't care less.

 ¨Y-yes, yes, ´want you, please,¨ you pant, frantically gripping the back of his cropped hair as his head descends to mark your neck again.

 ¨What a good girl,¨ he whispers, finally allowing his digits to oh-so-slowly trace over your mound, pressing down harder when you jerk against him. He finds your wet clit and flicks it a few times, snickering when you gasp and moan. Your body writhes in place but he holds you literally between a rock-or, wall- and a hard place, preventing you from scampering off.

 He drums his fingers against your folds, paying no attention to the way you grip his head tighter against you, silently begging him to go further.

 But he relents eventually and retires from just pushing and prodding your folds, allowing his slicked fingers to slowly dive into your drooling hole. You whimper and bite back a string of curses when you feel him fill you completely, scraping against your walls for that one special spot.

 His mouth moves off your neck and he rises to face you, a stupid smug grin on his wet lips, his eyelids lowered and trained on you. You flush at his lustful expression and gently push his head away, not wanting to accept his victory yet.

 ¨My fingers are literally fucking you right now, and you still won´t let me look at you? What, too embarrassed you couldn't continue being a stone-cold bitch for long?¨

 You open your mouth to snap back but right at that moment he curls his fingers and grazes your G-spot, simultaneously grounding his wet palm against your clit.

 With a loud gasp and the sluttiest moan you´ve ever made, you cum hard, your mouth open in a silent scream and your tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat as you do so. You fall forward against him.

 You don't even need to look up to know that he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

 ¨What was that sweetheart? Sorry, ´couldn't hear you over those slutty moans. I think even the pornstars I´ve been with would give you a standing ovation if they heard what you just sounded like.¨

 Your words are slurred as you curse nonsense at him, yet you´re still gripping his forearms to keep a hold on yourself. Your ears are ringing and you see spots as you come down from your climax, and surprisingly enough, Damon holds you close and doesn't let you slip down to the ground as you expected to when your knees start to give out.

 Instead, he lifts you up quite easily and carries you over to a table in the corner of the room. You don´t know how he even navigates his way through the dimly lit room, but you suppose after almost half a lifetime in studios he knows his way around.

 You offer no resistance as he sets you down gently and begins to lift your shirt off of your body. You manage to lift your arms weakly up in the air for easier access to stripping, but when he starts to kneel down to take your pants off you stop his hands at your knees and look at him with scrunched eyebrows.

 He stops and looks up at you. His eyes aren't so darkened anymore, they´re wide and imploring, probably noticing your hesitation.

 ¨Damon, I...¨ You trail off as he maintains eye contact with you and slowly lowers his pursed lips to your calf, lightly pecking his way up to your knees and ensuring that you´re watching his every move.

 Your breathing increases again as his pink appendage darts out, his saliva cooling on your exposed thighs. He sucks on the plush skin and turns his head upwards to face you.

 You want to run your hands through his hair.

 ¨You have a wife,¨ You breathe.

 ¨Not for tonight I don´t.¨

 Your voice gets caught in your throat at that. He positions his hands at the side of your knees, fingers curling around the hem of your pants in a second attempt.

 ¨Let me make you feel good, love.¨

His answer is in the form of your hand reaching for his collar and pulling him up into a standing position until he towers over your seated form, once again breath stolen in a heated kiss.

 Damon fumbles with his zipper as you shove your pants off, fully ready for him now, your dampened panties solid evidence of your need for him.

 He pulls his cock out and it bounces out, slapping up against his stomach.

 You do a double take. The tabloids were right. He was absolutely huge.

 It was disgusting almost, it was insulting really. How the fuck could he be that big? You lose count of how many inches he is when you start to get light headed, realizing with a jolt that he plans to put that monster inside you.

 And fuck, why did it have to be so pretty too? Normally you wouldn´t use the word pretty to describe a dick, but fuck, that´s the only appropriate word that came to mind as you admired the white flesh as it mixed in with a dull pink flush turning into an angry shade of red as your eyes progressed up to his tip...which was soaked with precum, mind you.

 He was neatly shaven everywhere, including his plush balls. No wonder he got to fuck half the continent.

 Damon notices your gawking and smiles lazily, taking a fist around his prick and stroking lethargically up and down.

 ¨You gonna just stare at it all day or are you going to spread those cute legs for me?¨

 Spoken like a true middle aged fuck-boyman.

 You look up at him beseechingly, thoroughly intimidated by his length. He merely scoffs, winking at you when he wrenches your tightly closed knees apart.

 It's almost like he falls into a trance when he presses his now-naked torso against your chest, when he slots himself between your legs and drags his tip through your sloppy folds and up onto your clit. His mouth falls open slightly and he moans when your juices coat his dick, making it slippery and easy to push the first few inches ever so slightly into your spasming cavern.

 He can't help but want more, need more as he practically smothers his weight onto you, forcing you to lie back on the table and letting your legs dangle off the edge. He hunches over you and thrusts minutely into your pulsing folds, groaning when you whine and lace your fingers around his neck and tangle your legs around his back, dragging him impossibly close into you.

 For a moment it´s just the sound of you two panting and moaning like inexperienced teenagers, and a zing of pride zips up your spine at the realization that Damon Albarn, one of the world's most renowned playboy is whining and humping against your pussy, reduced to nothing at your hands.

 He takes your hands from around his neck and grips your wrists, forcing them above your head on the table. He leans down and kisses you, hard. You give him back the same energy when your hips move up and down along his length, pushing your inviting hole towards his eager and jumping dick.

 ¨Pretty little girl,¨ he murmurs against your lips, and you nip his bottom lip playfully in retaliation. He slowly starts to sink himself into you, and you practically purr at the feeling of his veiny member dragging against your sensitive walls until he stops. 

 You look at him questioningly, and blanch when you see the mischievous glint in his cobalt eyes.

 ¨I want you to count for me.¨

¨Count…?¨ You shake your head in confusion and he pulls out, making you groan in annoyance.

 ¨I want you to count every inch I put inside you. Unless your slutty mouth can't even do that? I'd be surprised if you couldn´t, you usually have so much shit to say.¨ His voice is low yet teasing, and a shiver passes through you when the rumble of his chest vibrates against your nipples.

 ¨F-fine, I´ll count.¨

 He hums in approval and regroups, guiding his length into your awaiting pussy once again.

 It´s almsot torture how slow he goes, and your toes curl at how vivid the sensation is at this pace.

 You almost forget to do what he asks until he ducks his head down and teeths your bud.

 ¨Ah, fuck! One!¨ You yelp, writhing to get away from his lecherous gaze and hold on your poor tit.

 He tuts and licks the swollen area until the pain subsides a bit, and then he continues to push.

 ¨T-two,¨ you moan and let your head fall back. It's unfair how tightly he´s holding your reins-you want him to plow you down, not take his sweet time in this punishment.

 ¨Damon, can´t you go any faster? Please, I want y-¨

¨-I didn't take you for a masochist, Y/N, but I´m happy to play around with these cute tits if you want to bitch more.¨

Your scowl is cut off when he suddenly shoves two more inches into you, and you mewl loudly at being filled so much.

 ¨Three! Four! Fuck, oh god, please,¨ you babble nonsense as he curses above you, his form shaking in an effort not to push all the way in.

 ¨Doing so good sweetheart, you´re almost halfway,¨ he smirks and you gape at him in disbelief.

 Halfway?

 Five, six, seven, eight, and nine go painfully slow, and by the time he´s fully sheathed inside you, plush balls pressed against your ass, you´re an incoherent, drooling mess.

 Your hair is in your face, your cheeks are flushed, and your body bounces up and down as he begins to rock inside you, finally giving you what you want.

 His name is chanted like an obscene prayer from your mouth as he grunts and shakes the table. Your legs are wobbly and unable to do anything except press him tighter against you to the point where he can barely move back. The skin of his stomach slaps against yours, his balls slap against the crevice of your ass, and your pussy practically sloshes with every stroke in and out.

 He fists your hair with one hand and pulls your neck up to meet his searching lips, his other hand holds your wrists fast against the table. You want to touch him, you want to explore your body as he has conquered yours but he doesn't let you feel anything else apart from the rapid thrusts inside your battered body.

 Damon switches positions and lifts the back of your knees up and pushes them forwards until they meet your chest. He lets his body weight rest on the back of your thighs as he pulls out and pushes back impossibly close inside you, closer than he did in missionary. 

 You sob with need as he plunges into you and reaches a higher spot than before, his tip grazing your cervix. He pounds into you, and you thrust your hips up to fuck back into him, calling out his name as if he were your god.

 It´s a good thing the rooms are soundproof.

 You feel your second climax comes when he paves way through your tight walls and batters your uterus. It doesn´t hurt so much as feel intense, and your choked moans become panting gasps when he brings a hand down to swirl his thumb over your aching clit.

 ¨You´re not going to meet with that prick from your work again, yeah? Say it. Say it if you want me to let you cum.¨ He could have been speaking an alien language for all you knew. Your poor addled brain didn't pick up anything except for the word ¨cum¨, and you were a goner.

 ¨Yes, yes, anything you say, anything you want, just please let me-¨

And oh he does.

 It comes over you like a tidal wave, your mind going blank, your eyes seeing white as your legs shake from your earth-shattering orgasm. You feel like you´re going down a rollercoaster, and you never want to stop dropping.

 Distantly, you hear him groan and say your name. You can feel pulsing in your filled walls, with what you assume is his ropes of cum. It feels like when you came, it practically squeezed all his cum out with your clenching.

 He lets out a shaky breath and falls forward, his nose inches from yours, his breath puffing in your face.

 Your eyes are glazed over, but you´ve never seen anything more clearly before.

 Maybe Damon Albarn really was worth it.

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