#I started getting tired of my music so I’ve been making playlists

[finntheehumaneater]

I owe you a black-eye and two kisses (pt 2)

(Part one) (part three)

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CW: smoking, language, some slurs

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Eddie tried to walk slower as Steve stumbled behind him, back to the parking lot off the back of the school where he had left his van. He felt kind of bad for Steve, but then again, this guy had always been an asshole to him. He didn’t know why it stung to watch his glassy eyes dart around the ground as he went, making sure he didn’t trip over anything.

He hopped over the curb and onto the concrete, holding his hand out to catch Steve as the guy practically fell over the small drop. And he said he had walked here? No wonder the knees of his jeans were all scraped up. 

Eddie’s cheeks heated as he awkwardly helped Steve limp over to the passenger’s door of the van. If he knew he would have been driving someone else, he would have at least tidied up a bit. It wasn’t that messy, but the blankets were bundled up on the mattress in the back, and the whole place smelled like cigarette smoke and whatever tea Wayne had left out on the counter for him when he woke up. He opened the door for Steve and watched as Steve clambered inside, wincing as he hunched over in the seat, hand on his stomach. He totally wasn’t only aware of that because he had been looking at the way Steve’s shirt clung to him too tightly. It couldn’t have been his. Steve didn’t look like the kind of guy to listen to Madonna. It probably belonged to some girl he was hooking up with.

Eddie walked over to the driver's side and grabbed a cigarette from the cup holder on the side of the door as he got in, holding it out to Steve. Steve hesitated, but eventually took it, and Eddie handed him the lighter, starting the car. Steve fumbled with it for a moment, and Eddie sighed, taking it from him and lighting the cigarette for Steve before putting it back in the pocket of his jacket.

He was mostly quiet as Eddie drove, which Eddie was thankful for. He didn’t need to listen to Steve complain about the state of his van or the empty cigarette boxes stuffed in front of the passenger seat—no one ever rode with him, save his uncle, who didn’t care how the van looked, as long as it still worked. Steve didn’t look like he hated this, though, because he was leaning against the window with his eyes closed, forehead pressed to the glass and his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He looked almost at peace.

Eddie guessed it was probably because he knew he was going to be rid of him soon—back to his big fancy house with his big driveway and his nicer car. And just because he could, Eddie reached over to the glovebox, rummaging around the cassettes until he found one that he knew Steve was going to hate.

He put it in and tried to turn it down as quickly as he could, so that Steve could rest a while, because he did look tired—but Steve still jolted awake when it started.

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie said lightly, finally turning the music down to a softer volume. He felt bad, which was weird. Because of course he had to be sympathetic towards the person who had called him a queer and a fag all his life—who had glared at him in hallways. He had never actually touched Eddie, but words still fucking hurt. It’s not like Steve was wrong, though. He was a fag.

Steve blinked slightly, and Eddie looked back at the road, hearing Steve sigh and go to touch at his face, but he winced. Eddie glanced over again, trying not to take his eyes off of the road for too long. It was kind of dark, now, and there wasn’t really anyone else out there driving, since it was a Saturday.

“You alright? I’ve probably got some pain killers in here,” Eddie muttered, turning a corner as slowly as he could so that Steve didn’t get jostled around too much.

“S’fine,” Steve muttered, but his voice was tight like he was about to cry again, and all of this felt too weird for Eddie. Steve Harrington didn’t cry, let alone in front of someone who he hated. Eddie pulled the car over and ignored Steve’s small noise of protest as he climbed into the back, rummaging around his bag for a minute, nearly tripping over one of the blankets.

“Do you sleep in here?”

Eddie’s head snapped up and he squinted slightly at Steve. “What?”

“In your van.”

“I have a fucking house,” Eddie snapped, glaring at Steve. “I’m not that poor.”

Steve flinched slightly, looking away, and Eddie went back to looking for the pain meds. Maybe he should just leave it and get back to driving. The sooner he could drop Steve off, the better. Still, he kept looking and eventually found them, grabbing the water bottle tucked away under one of the blankets. It was kind of warm, but it would have to do.

He tossed it to Steve and handed him the pill-bottle, climbing back into the driver’s seat and kicking the blanket off of his shoe as he sat back down, straightening out his hair. “There.”

He saw Steve nod as he took the pills, nearly coughing and spitting it back out, and Eddie reached over to pat his back slightly, sighing. “Jesus, Harrington, don’t choke.”

Steve coughed again, tucking his face into his arm, his eyes brimming with tears. “I-I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Eddie moved his hand, sitting back properly in his seat and turning the music up a bit now that he knew Steve was awake. He started to drive again, and Steve pressed a hand against his chest, taking a deep breath.

Eddie huffed. “What’s wrong now, hm?”

“Nothing,” Steve bit back, and there it was. The guy could only pretend to be nice for so long. “Just—don’t take me home.”

Eddie paused, glancing over at Steve again so quickly that the car swerved slightly, and Steve gripped into the armrest of the seat for a moment before Eddie looked back and straightened them out. “Don’t take you home?”

“Just—just drop me off here, okay? My parents aren’t there, and Robin’s parents aren’t letting her leave the house, and—a-and I can’t be alone right now. Please.” And fuck, Steve was practically begging, now, his hand gripping at Eddie’s shoulder in a way that hurt. He looked panicked.

Eddie forced himself to relax and gently pried Steve’s hand off of him, placing it on Steve’s thigh and patting it lightly. “Come home with me.”

“What?”

“Harrington—you can barely keep your eyes open, and you’re…you’re hurt. Stay the night with me. Wayne knows fuck-all about medicine, he can take a look at you, okay? And then in the morning I’ll drop you off at….?”

“Dustin’s,” Steve answered quickly. “Dustin Henderson.”

Eddie looked Steve over. He had heard talk that Steve had gone soft—stopped being such a bitch and actually treated people like people—but no way in hell was he going to believe that. Still, Eddie felt kind of bad about his appearance. His hair didn’t look as nice as it always did.

“Fine. But you’ll have to tell me how to get there.”

Steve nodded and Eddie pulled into someone else’s driveway—one of the nice fancy houses, but it didn’t look like Steve’s. Not that he would know what Steve’s house looked like. He had never been there. 

“And don’t piss Wayne off, okay?” Eddie warns, reaching over to shove Steve’s shoulder lightly, and Steve winces, but smiles slightly. “He doesn’t like me bringing people home. You’re lucky, sweetheart.”

“Am I?” Steve whispered, rubbing his shoulder slightly. He must have been pretty fucked up for that to hurt, Eddie thought to himself, looking back at the road.

“Yep. You can have the couch.”

“Mmm,” Steve hummed, leaning back against the chair. “This how you treat all your girls, Munson?”

“I would, but there are no girls,” Eddie replies, his voice almost too bitter, even though he knew Steve was joking. “But you already knew that. Right, Harrington?”

Steve shrunk into himself, nodding. He hesitated, before sighing and rubbing a hand over his bruised face gently. “I don’t—you have a bed in the back of your car. S’why I asked earlier. I didn’t mean to piss you off or anything. I was just worried.”

“Worried,” Eddie repeated, trying to make himself sound less pissed off, because Steve looked upset—and guilty—enough, and Eddie didn’t want to make him feel worse.

“Yeah. Thought your Uncle might’ve kicked you out, or something.”

Wayne wouldn’t have done that, but Steve wasn’t completely insane for thinking it. He and Eddie argued a lot—and it seemed to happen in public more than anything—so most assumed that Eddie would be out of the trailer within a few weeks, and he’d have to find someone else to bother. But then months would pass, and he’d still be hanging around. Wayne loved him, even if he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to, really. He was the closest to family that Eddie had, now.

“He can’t get rid of me, even if he tried, Stevie,” Eddie said lightly, forcing a smile and a wink—and Steve smiled back, but his eyes were still glassy and his hands were shaking, his breath uneven.

“Okay.”

“This doesn’t mean we’re friends. Got that? M’just helping out for tonight, Alright? Tomorrow you’re outta here and we go back to hating each other.”

Eddie couldn’t help but notice the disappointment in Steve’s eyes as he glanced over again. The way he wiped at his eyes, agitating blood-dried skin. 

Steve nodded again. “Yeah. Alright.”

Hallo!!! So, part one got way more attention than I thought it would, so I wrote this super fucking fast because I was excited. I don’t know how many more parts this will have, but I do have a part three planned out :)

as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thanks for reading! <3

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[justangelheree]

step on me- matt sturniolo

masterlist

warnings: heartbreak, insecure thoughts, crying, panic attack, use of drugs/alcohol, kissing, a little bit of “smut” ig, arguing, cursing, use of y/n. not proof read! this is for my soft girls.

summary: reader is in love with matt but would never tell him. when matt kisses another girl will she snap?

anytime i’ve every tried to make a move on matt or give him hints his mind is on another topic. i don’t want to step my boundaries when he’s working on himself. my mental health would make his worse and i would never want to do that to him.

so i kept my distance but lately he’s been flirting with me making little comments about what i had on. i was getting ready for a meeting an he just had to say “wow you look amazing do a spin for me” smiling at him i of course twirled around as my heels clinked the floor. he pulled me in by my waist just looking at me licking his lips.

“matt i have to go i’ll see you when i get back” i said pulling him into a hug. i walked out the door repeating in my mind.

you can’t y/n.

you would ruin him.

just forget about it.

he’d never like someone like you.

now here i am getting ready for a party that he’s going to repeating those same words. i apply my makeup covering my dark circles from the sleepless nights i’ve had. i finished my makeup putting on lipgloss as i walk to closet choosing what to wear.

do i go casual with just a black dress? my eyes wondered around my closet grabbing a black lacy top, a leather skirt, some tights, and a black jacket. i slipped my clothes on looking at myself. all i see is person who isn’t me. why am i trying to impress him?

i sigh as i unlock my phone scrolling through tiktok and instagram. i get a call from nick that they were there to pick me up. my stomach dropped forgetting matt was driving me. i took a deep breath in saying back into the phone that i’ll be right out.

i put my boots on as i walked outside my house and locking the door behind me. i was met with nicks smile as i got in the back seat. “hey guys what’s up” i spoke softly as i put my seatbelt on. “nothing much just been chilling all day” chris answered as i nod my head. “i’m just got super tired i don’t know why” i groan. matt looked back to me in the mirror as he said “you alright” i gave him a smile nodding my head once again. “okay let’s go!” nick said tapping matt’s arm.

the whole car ride was filled with jamming out to song after song. i knew a few but some of them i didn’t know that i was for sure going to be adding to my playlist. i tried to ignore the stare i was getting everything we were at a red light. whether it was through the mirror or him turning his head to talk to one of his brothers but i just couldn’t keep my eyes off him. i never can.

as we arrived to the party there was already people doing every drug in the book. matt found somewhere to park once again looking at me for far to long. my thoughts were cut off as nick told me to come on as he opened my door. i groaned as i hopped out.

i was hit with the smell of weed as i walked through the door. i smiled to myself as i said bye to the boys an i made my way to the liquor. i started making myself a vodka and sprite swaying my hips a little to the music in the background.

i sipped my cup thinking i had to get my mind off matt. i found a fine ass man leaning against the wall as i down my drink an walk over to him. “wanna dance” i questioned. “sure baby” he answered as i grabbed his hand and brought him to where everyone was dancing at.

my back was now against his chest my hand reaching behind me for his neck as i moved my hips against him. his hands on my hips wrapping around my waist. i moan as he runs his hands up my torso to my boobs. he slightly laughs as he puts his head in my shoulder kissing as i tilt my head to the side.

i look to the side as i am met with those pretty blue eyes i was avoiding all night. his look is something i’ve never seen before, jealousy shaming me from his eyes to mine. the man i was dancing with now had became someone i needed to get away from.

as the song ended i pull away from him as i spoke “it was amazing dancing with you but i have to go find my friends” i walked away groaning. once again making another drink putting more alcohol than i need. why am i freaking out like i just cheated? i’m not even with him.

i grab the whole bottle of tito’s sipping it as i walk outback. i sit down on a chair pulling out a cigarette lighting it with the lighter from my pocket. “you look like you’re going through a tough time” i look up to see who it was. “chris why do you always have to care so much?” i spoke taking a hit from my cigarette.

“because i can tell you’ve made some bad decisions tonight since you have a whole bottle of alcohol and you’re smoking” he sighed sitting to me. i knew when he started conversations like this i would have to tell him what’s wrong. “well first i was dancing on a dude who i don’t even like. second your brother never wants to make up his mind an it’s driving me crazy.” i said throwing the end of my cig on the ground smashing it with my shoe.

he wrapped his arms around me hugging me. “i’m sorry i know how he gets y/n.” he spoke softly as i smiled. his eyes wondered as he gasped covering my eyes with his hand. “i don’t want you to die from drinking so much so please don’t look.” he stated. “chris what the fuck are you talking about let me see” i ripped his hand of my eyes looking where his eyes were.

“oh my god i think im gonna throw up” i said as i tried to move but i couldn’t eyes glued on to matt kiss some girl. one hand on her waist and the other on her face kissing her with passion. i felt my stomach turn as i shook my head grabbing the bottle and trying to get away asap. “y/n wait!” chris yelled after me as he got up. thoughts wouldn’t stop running through my head.

why did i dance with that guy.

is that why matt kissed her?

was he jealous?

y/n he would never like you that’s why he kissed another girl.

my breath going in and not coming out as i put a hand on chest trying to calm myself down as tears ran down my face. how could i be so stupid? i was now against a wall in a hallway of a house i don’t know throwing my head back panicking because i couldn’t breath. until i felt a pair of arms wrap around me. “it’s okay. please breath y/n. just breath” chris said.

i fell to floor him catching me. “chris i can’t.” i spoke softly crying against him. “can’t what? talk to me it’s just us.” he said rubbing my back. “i can’t live knowing i’m in love with matt, i’m so sorry because i know that’s your brother and you’re supposed to be there for him.” i whispered pulling away an sitting against the wall.

he slides to me making sure i’m okay. “why does he have to walk all over me?” i question putting my face in my palms. “maybe because he’s an idiot” he quietly laughs. “go find him. talk to him. set him straight” he encouraged me. “thank you chris i don’t know what i would do without you” i say giving him a hug and getting up.

i walked into every room, every corner, every hallway, but no matt. until he was right behind me calling my name. i froze, i wanted to talk to him but now i don’t think i want a answer to any of my questions. i turned around as i was face to face with the man who’s messing with my head.

“we need to talk” we both spoke to each other. i nodded grabbing his hand bringing him to a empty room. “chris said you wanted to talk to me” he said sitting on the bed infront of us. “why do you act like this?” i asked bluntly. “like what y/n.” he answered with confusing.

“like you want to kiss me one moment then you want to kiss another girl the other. god how could i be so stupid.” i say raising my voice. matt didn’t said anything just looked down. “i hate to say this but you’ve taken control of my mind matt! you’re spinning inside my head every second i breath. i have to distract myself with boys who will never compare to you!” i spoke pushing my finger into his chest.

“y/n please..” i cut him off speaking again.

“you have ahold of my heart an you can squeeze every drop of blood out of it but please don’t tell me you don’t feel anything between us!” my voice getting louder. “y/n!” he yelled. i stepped back from him.

“god you don’t get it do you? you’re the only girl i want. that girl meant nothing to me! just seeing you with someone who isn’t me mad me jealous.” he spoke pulling me in between his legs. “jealous?” i questioned looking down at him. “yes. just seeing another guy look at you makes me angry and i am so sorry that i kissed her i promise i don’t want her.” he said rubbing the back of my thighs.

“i’m sorry too matt. i should have never danced with that guy when all i wanted was you.” i sighed grabbing his chin so his eyes meet mine. “i love you okay don’t you forget it” he almost whispered to me. “i love you more than life itself matt.” i whisper back putting his face in my hand.

“can you kiss me?” he asked looking up at me with almost doe eyes. i nodded my head leaning down connecting our lips. he pulled my legs so i was sitting on his lap not breaking the kiss.

matt sturniolo was going to ruin me.

a/n: arm guys this was so bad but i hoped you enjoyed! my next 3 fics will be requested matt smuts so get your horny asses ready!

as always i🤍u.

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[ssuperficialspacecadett]

i headcannon that benny and reader blast rihanna while closing the gym. it becomes a tradition that they blast music and dance around while closing. it gets to the point that the boys start wondering why benny keeps being late to their hangouts after his work. at some point they catch benny blowing his back out and reader recording and laughing at benny

Benny, Better Have My Money

Chapter Five | Drabble for the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

TW: tooth rotting friend fluff w/ Benny & some ass throwing ?!?!

Notes: anon, i wish i could kiss that beautiful brain of yours for thinking of this absolutely fucking hilarious scene thats now 100% canon in the through the scope series to me HAHAHA !! i hope i did some justice to your brilliant idea & thank u so so much for submitting it ((: this one is for u ! happy reading <3

*i wrote this w/o looking over it because the idea was just to good so if you see any grammatical errors.. no you dont*

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Closing up after a long shift was never fun. Well, it was never fun until you started working for Benny. After the last guests were ushered out and the doors were locked, you were put in charge of the gyms music. It was only fair since Benny had free reign during operating hours after all. Plus, your taste in music wasn’t exactly family friendly. 

“Alright, what are we feeling this evening? Lady Gaga? Megan Thee Stallion? Doja Cat? Maybe some Rico Nasty? What artist really says ‘I want to clean this whole gym and look hot while doing it’ to you?” 

“The evening song choices are all yours. I’m way too tired to even think about makin’ another decision right now.”

“Well,” You say as you start scrolling through artists on his phone to find one that will bring the energy that both of you need to get this done. “If you’re so tired, why are you going out with the guys after this?” 

“You know that doesn’t count.” He’s currently working his way through cloroxing all the workout benches and weights. “The only decision I have to make when I’m there is if I want another drink or not and that's easy. Of course I want another fuckin’ drink!” 

“Touché,” You laugh as you find the perfect playlist for the evening. “Let’s get this cleaning party started!” 

Rhianna’s Bitch Better Have My Money starts blasting at full volume from the gym's speakers as you make your way over to the basket full of used towels. 

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

“Oh fuck yeah! I love Rhianna!” He yells as he turns to you. 

You pull out a towel, point to him from across the gym, and start swinging it over your head as you lip sync to the song playing. 

Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me of the top

Shit, your wife in the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

Benny makes finger guns and pretends to fire them at you on each beat. “Sing it, girl!”

The two of you run dramatically to each other in the middle of the gym and start dancing like crazed animals. Each of your tasks having been long forgotten as soon as the music started. You both know by now that neither one of you will be leaving anytime soon.

***

“Where the fuck is your brother, Will?” Pope huffs.

Frankie, Pope, and Will have all been waiting at their table for Benny to show up for 45 minutes now. They turned the waitress away three times before they caved and ordered a round for themselves. Hoping that a light buzz would satiate them.

“I’ve been texting him, but he’s not answerin’!” Will explains. “His location says that he’s still at the gym.” He turns his phone screen over to show the others.

“This is the third time this week that he’s been late. He’s never taken this long to close up before.” Frankie adds. 

Pope tips his almost empty beer bottle in his direction and nods. “Fuck this. Finish y’alls drinks and let's go pay him a visit.”

They all do as Pope orders and make their way out of the bar. As they cross the street and enter the gym’s parking lot they see both yours and Benny’s cars in the same spots that they were in this morning. All of the lights in the building are still on as well. 

“Do y’all hear that?” Frankie asks the men walking next to him. “It sounds like -”

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously. 

All three of them walk up to the gym doors and the sight that greets them will be burned into each and every one of their minds for all eternity. 

***

You’re currently holding onto one of the corner poles from the boxing ring with both hands and trying to explain to Benny how to shake his ass.

“Move your hips to the right, then the left, then shimmy down, and use your knees to help you bring your ass up and down!” You’re winded from both teaching your lesson and singing with Benny for almost an hour straight. It also doesn’t help that you’re trying to yell instructions over Rhianna’s S&M song.

“I think I got it now! Let me try!” 

He helps you down so he can climb up and get into position. You pick up your towel and phone off a nearby workout bench. There is no way that you aren’t going to document this moment.

‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Stick and stone may break my bones

“But chains and whips excite me!” You and Benny sing together.

You are struggling to hold your phone still as you record because you can’t stop laughing. Benny is throwing everything, and you mean everything, into his one man performance on the edge of the boxing ring. He definitely paid attention to what you showed him. Even put his own little twist on it by bringing his right hand back to slap his ass. You can’t help but get swept away in it all and you start hitting him in the ass with your towel as well.

“Let’s go, Benny! Shake that shit for me!” Your lungs threaten to burst from over exhaustion. 

S-S-S&M-M-M

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

“Should we tell them we are here?” Will ask hesitantly, still not entirely sure what he’s watching.

“I’m not even sure what we would say if we told them.” Frankie quips as he wishes you would get back up and dance again. “Pope?”

He looks to his left and sees him pulling up your contact information. “Let’s tell them that their audience wants an encore.” Pope presses ‘call’ and puts the phone to his ear with a devious grin.

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[joyus-whimsy]

Autism, special interests and Red Dead Redemption 2 (spoiler free)

Towards the end of last year I started properly playing Rdr2. I’ve had the game for years but never really devoted the time to getting into it. Now, I write this before I start the last quest of the epilogue, I’m so engrossed in this game. I feel an intense emotional attachment to Arthur and the game in general. This kind of attachment isn’t something I’ve let myself feel for a while.

I haven’t let myself have special interests because it annoys or weirds out people around me. I used to try and fight it, but I don’t want to anymore. I’ve realised a lot from deconstructing internalised and social ableism, (the countless cringe compilations lined with autistic people being really into something is a prime example.)

I’ve a playlist for Arthur with music that reminds me of him, reminds me of that intense emotional connection. It’s sorta my way of sitting in and feeling how I do instead of trying to have ‘normal’ attachments to things. I used to be (and to a point I still am) scared of this intense ‘obsessive’ feeling, but I miss having special interests. I’ve felt like a shell of myself for a while and depression sorta took over my life for a while.

I see the way my constant talk about rdr2 annoys the people around me, but I don’t know if I care that much anymore. That being said, last year I made a friend that I got along with instantly and they have quickly become my closest friend. They are also neurodivergent and I’m so thankful for them. They honestly inspire me with how much they love their special interests, and I’ve been making sure they know that I don’t find it annoying. I try to get into what they like because I love listening to and sharing people’s passions. But something new happened when I was sending them heaps of stuff about Red Dead, they were genuinely interested. They said they wished they could come and play it with me (it’s summer here and we both have summer jobs so have been unable

I think I’m done putting other peoples comfort above my own, and this is just one example of that. I’m done trying to fit in because I’m inherently different. I’m autistic and I have ADHD and I’m starting to learn how to ask for accommodations and advocate for myself. I’m learning to stop running from and masking my neurodivergence because it has only tired me out. I’m glad and proud that I’m doing this, and I feel like I’m slowly getting myself back.

I’m still scared, but I’m just going to keep going, I’m done running away. Frankly, I’m proud of that.

I’m trying to find people on here that I can talk to about it. People that like this game in the same way I do. So if you check out my blog and like the kinds of things I post or repost, maybe we could start a gc or something?

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[xnewbiewriterx]

Not gonna lie, I could not think of a title for this. By all means, come up with your own, lol.

Anyways, this one is for my natural hair girlies. I'm going away to college in a few weeks and I plan on doing mini twists before the semester starts and it gave me an urge to write something. This is a small piece with adult!Bakugou x adult!black!reader where they're living together and he's helping her with her hair.

Tags: relationship fluff, interracial couple, light cursing, suggestive ending

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I sighed, placing my hands on the sink. I stared at myself in the mirror, my tired reflection staring back at me. I glanced up at my hair and sighed again.

I love my hair, but sometimes, I just wish that I didn’t have to take care of it. 

I’ve been standing in the bathroom for about an hour now, putting my hair into two-strand twists and I only have about a third of my head finished. I just wanna sleep.

I stretched my arms over my head, trying to reawake my body after standing for so long. I placed my hands on my lower back and bent backwards a bit. I groaned in relief when I felt it crack. Need to get all the kinks out. 'Specially since we’re gonna be here for a while.

I opened my music app and shuffled one of my playlists. Grabbing the comb, I began to part off another section, wanting to get at least one more finished before I went to bed. 

“Teddybear?” I heard Katsuki call from the bedroom.

I paused my music and cracked the door open. “In here!”

I heard him walking towards the bathroom and I went back to parting my hair, laser focused on the mirror to make sure the part was straight. 

Kats knocked lightly before sticking his head through the door. I met his gaze in the mirror.

“Hi, my love,” I gave him a small smile. 

Katsuki smiled in return before looking around at my “workplace.”

The counter was covered in scrunchies, combs, a brush, curling cream, leave-in conditioner, the whole nine. I tried to keep it neat, but that was next to impossible with such a small counter space. It’s gonna be fun to clean and put all this shit up later. 

“You look tired,” he said. 

I chuckled lightly.  “I am.”

Kats opened the door and entered the bathroom completely. He shuffled his way in, making room for himself to stand behind me. I watched him in the mirror as he looked at my hair, gingerly touching the few twists I had already done.

“Careful,” I turned my head so he could have a better view. “Some of those aren’t dry yet.”

Kats didn’t appear to have heard what I said. “How do you do these?”

Aww. He’s curious.

“It’s not hard at all.” I pushed him to sit on the toilet, excited for this new teaching moment. “You really wanna learn?"

Kats nodded his head.

I almost squealed. "Okay, so you part off some hair, doesn’t matter how much; it just depends on the look you’re going for.” I showed him the part that I just finished. “ Just make sure that the part is straight, so that it looks neat.”

I spent the next five minutes showing Katsuki the products I use and what order I use them in. Leave-in, curling cream, then some oil. I told him why I used them in my hair, how they keep my twists in place, and leave them moisturized.

“So, after you part the hair, you’re gonna use either a brush or your fingers to detangle and spread the product.” I rake my fingers through my hair. “I prefer to use my fingers.”

I glanced down just to see him staring intensely at my hands. He’s really focused on this.

“Now, you’re gonna take the hair and separate it into two pieces,” I demonstrate. “Try to make the pieces as equal as possible.

“Then you’re gonna take the pieces and twist them around each other. You wanna make sure it's tight at the top so the twist isn't loose.” My fingers start working faster to complete the twist. “Finally, you continue twisting down until you get to the end, then you coil the ends around your finger, and viola!” I gently hold the twist up to the light. “You have a two-strand twist.”

I turn to look at him and see a gleam of wonder in his eyes. He looks amazed, like I had just performed a magic trick, or something. 

A few moments of silence passed before Kats spoke.

“Can I try to do one?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Uh, sure.” I moved to switch places with him.

I sat down on the toilet and watched silently as he familiarized himself with everything on the counter; he seemed determined to get this right. I smiled to myself. 

How cute. 

Katsuki gingerly picked up the rat tail and turned to face me. He stared at my hair, almost nervous, but the emotion passed as soon as it appeared. 

He glanced down at me. “Let me know if I hurt you or anything, okay?”

I shook my head. “You won’t.”

He just looked at me.

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes. 

That seemed to have satisfied him because he finally started a new twist. He began to part my hair and I made sure to stay still, not wanting to distract him. But let’s play a little prank first.

Just as the comb touched my scalp, I flinched.

“Ow!” I started to rub my head. 

Katsuki jumped back. “What’s wrong?” He squatted down to my level. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I tried to hold back my smile, but failed horribly. “I’m just messing with you.”

He glared at me. “Tch…dumbass. You play too much.”

I laughed. 

He went back to finish parting my hair. I sat still once more, watching as he slowly became more comfortable with his new environment. He handled my hair delicately, almost as if he was scared to hurt me. My joke must have made him nervous…oops.

I watched and let him work at his own pace. He followed everything I showed him to a T, leaving no room for error.

After about five minutes, Kats finished the twist.

“Did I do it right?”

I stood up and moved to look in the mirror. Well, would you look at that? The twist looked great, almost as if he’s been doing this professionally for years. Maybe not, but still.

The part was clean and the twist appeared to be even. It wasn’t saturated in product either; he used the perfect amount. Okay, sir. I see you.

"This is pretty good.” I playfully scowled at him. “Did someone else teach you?”

Kats smirked. “I just got skills.”

I rolled my eyes. 

“Do you really like it?” He caught my gaze in the mirror, eyes hopeful. “You think I did a good job?”

I smiled softly and nodded. “Yes.” I turned and booped his nose. “I think you did great.”

He ended up doing the rest of my hair. He asked and I thought, why not? Less stress for me and he's gaining new experience; it's a win-win.

I’m really thankful, though. Going natural was one of my favorite decisions, but it is definitely a hassle, I won’t lie. He has become a great help with my hair and I don’t know what I’d do without him. 

***A couple days later***

I was shopping for a couple of new crop tops when I was approached by some random guy. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” he said, winking.

I rolled my eyes internally. Please leave me alone.

“Hello,” I replied curtly, keeping my attention on the rack.

This seemed to ruffle his feathers a bit, as I saw his smile dim just slightly in my peripheral. 

“I love your hair,” I froze as he reached out to touch my twists. I know he did not just… “Did you do them yourself?”

“No, actually. I did them.” I heard from behind me. I huffed a quick sigh of relief. “They do look great, don’t they?”

Katsuki came to stand beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist. He gave me a peck on my forehead. “Hey, princess. Who’s your friend?”

I looked and raised an eyebrow at the stranger, who in return seemed as if he was ready to start running. “Oh. I was just, uh…we were…um-”

He cut him off. “Listen. If I ever catch you touching my girl, or anyone else for that matter, without their permission again,” He pulled away from me and stepped closer to the stranger, easily towering over him. I heard a few snaps and pops come from his hands as he spoke. The stranger was rendered speechless and was unable to move under Katsuki's death stare. “Well, I’m sure you can imagine what might happen. And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Kats slapped the stranger’s shoulder a bit harder than considered normal and I can only imagine how hot his hand was.

The stranger rapidly shook his head. “N-no. No, we don’t.” 

He chuckled darkly. “Good.” He gave the stranger a small, but rough shove. “Now get the hell out of our faces.”

God, that was hot.

The stranger all but tripped over his own feet to get away from us. I laughed as I watched him practically sprint out of the store. I went back to looking at the tops when I felt Kats' presence behind me. He rested his hands on my hips as he kissed my cheek.

“Sorry, teddybear,” He tilted my head back and leaned down to connect his lips with mine. “I didn’t mean to be gone for so long.” 

I reached up to stroke his face. “It’s fine, honey. I knew you weren’t too far away.”

“Mhm,” Kats' lips met mine in another kiss. He stared at me for a moment before speaking again. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

My eyes widened. I turned around to face him completely. “What? Are you serious?” I shook my head. “We just…I’m not finish-” 

He raised a finger to my lips, shushing me. I narrowed my eyes into a glare and pushed his hand away. “That was rude.” I turned back around and grabbed a top off the rack. “I’m not finished looking. You can go grab something and I’ll meet you.”

His breath tickled my ear. “I said-" His nose brushed along my cheek and down to the crook of my neck. "-I’m hungry.”  

Oh.

My breath caught when I realized what he meant. I felt him smirk at my reaction.

Katsuki placed a featherlight kiss on my pulse. “Can we go so I can eat, princess?” 

A/N: Let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions or requests, don't be afraid to reach out. xoxo

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🎵 POV/character spotify playlist masterlist

Hi everyone! Over the past few months I’ve been working on these so I’d like to share some POV/character playlists I’ve made! I’ve included a little drabbles to introduce them and I intended them to be playlists that emulate what it is like to be their significant other or reflect the personality of the specified character.

Feel free to recommend me some music or share playlists of your own! I hope you enjoy both reading and listening to these!

CHARACTERS

GENSHIN IMPACT: Zhongli, Xiao, Yelan, Childe/Ajax, Wanderer, Diluc Ragnivndr, Lisa, Signora, Kaveh. 

HONKAI STAR RAIL: Himeko, Kafka.

ENSEMBLE STARS: Arashi Narukami, Tsumugi Aoba.

TWISTED WONDERLAND: Malleus Draconia, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt. 

PARADOX LIVE: GOKULUCK

DANGANRONPA: Byakuya Togami, Nagito Komaeda, Kokichi Ouma, Gonta Gokuhara, Kaito Momota. 

FFXV: Ignis Scientia

HYPNOSIS MIC: Ramuda Amemura

POV playlists for Genshin Impact, Ensemble Stars, Twisted Wonderland, Paradox Live, Danganronpa, FFXV, Hypnosis Microphone utc. 

I will update this post whenever I make new playlists!

KEY: favourites ❤

Author’s Note: sorry in advance if some of the song choices may not fit the character, I mainly listen to the song and then after that, I ‘feel’ which character it suits. they also tend to be the songs that inspire my oneshots of the character or embody how I perceive them. 

GENSHIN IMPACT

ZHONGLI

POV: you're falling in love with the wangsheng funeral parlor's consultant ❤

Genre: kpop/jpop, soft romantic.

Description: the idea of soulmates are part of the many stories you’ve been told by your parents. the concept of this idyllic conditional love is one you’ve yet to expect and frankly, you may be fine never finding a partner with the many people who’ve disappointed you throughout your lifetime. well, that is what you thought before you started sharing lingering, fleeting, and ephemeral glances with the handsome consultant a few doors away from your family’s store. you can’t help but be drawn to his ethereal, almost celestial, beauty when you realise this is the same man you’ve seen in the murky dreams of your childhood. when you reach out to lower his hand and propose to pay for the meal you’ve shared together, instead of reassuring him that you’ll handle the bill, your hand instinctively finds itself in his. you flush and try to laugh it off but you are on the verge of succumbing to a wave of embarrassment as zhongli’s thumb tentatively and tenderly brushes over the back of your hand. slowly, your fingers intertwine. like they were always destined to be there together, like missing puzzle pieces finally fitting together. for once in your life, you feel complete. for once, you feel an overwhelming sensation consume you as the consultant warmly gazes at you with those glowing amber orbs. 

(a love letter from a zhongli main) 

XIAO

POV: conqueror of demons is infatuated with you.

Genre: kpop/jpop, traditional, slow, melancholic, wistful/yearning, cathartic

Description: your calming, serene presence makes his karmic debt dispel itself from reemerging onto his skin, his worry over hurting you with it dissolving into the recesses of his mind. on the rooftop of wangshu inn, you lean further into his warmth as the cold night breeze bites into your skin. upon seeing the way your shoulders shudder as you shiver, he brings you into his being. the action settles the thoughts racing in his mind and the restless worries that normally cloud his head this time of night. your hand is warm in his and now the only thing he can bring himself to worry about is whether you can feel his heartbeat, thundering in his chest, with the way you're laying against him. 

YELAN

POV: you and the valley orchid are more than just "business partners" ❤

Genre: kpop, deep house, r&b, soft romantic, seductive

Description: being of noble birth, you’re starting to get tired of the cushy and constraining life your parents have set out for you. you don’t know how to feel about your betrothed, neither the responsibilities laid out before you in the next coming years. it was unexpected when you encountered the mysterious and enigmatic valley orchid during an evening stroll outside of your estate. what was even more astounding was the suspicious offer she put forward, admitting she’s witnessed the strength you possess during the night prowls you regularly embark on (ones you thought were inconspicuous enough). she offers you a job (of sorts, you aren’t exactly sure how you’re getting paid) to target certain known individuals for the ministry of civil affairs. you’re pretty sure what you’re doing is illegal, but with every rule’s she’s broken in your book, she’s a criminal. one who’s extracted the truth from unfortunate individuals in immoral ways, dirtied her immaculate hands with the blood of the tainted and knows every way to best you. yet another crime on top of those is undeniably stealing your heart. you just hope she doesn’t steal the vestiges of your wavering dignity tonight as she corners you in the depths of your family’s estate. well, it’s not like you mind. you’re starting to lose track of the many firsts she’s taken from you (firsts she definitely doesn’t want your betrothed to take before she does, stimulating her competitive spirit). nevertheless, you desperately hope she takes another with the way she stares you down like your her latest prey under the glow of the moonlight and the intoxicating kiss she presses against your lips, leaving you breathless under her touch. 

CHILDE

POV: analysing the enigmatic 11th fatui harbinger, tartaglia

Genre: kpop/jpop, duality, energetic, dark 

Description: even within his internal conflict, he longs to bask in your presence like a moth drawn to a flame, a lonely ship guided by a lighthouse, a sunflower leaning towards the sun. but he can’t, he tells himself. he can’t succumb to his selfish desires and pull you into his world of devious activities conducted in the cover of midnight or the pain of ever learning of his true form. he can’t love you because that’s selfish of him. he can’t put you in danger because of what he does day in and day out. because his love burns brightly within his chest, he’s willing to burn his entire existence from your mind so you can forget him. but he’s just ajax - a selfish boy with selfish desires. he can’t help but gravitate to you. he can’t help that he wants you - in more ways than one. so how can he resist when you offer yourself so willingly to someone like him. surely you know the consequences, right? but maybe the risks are the last thing on his mind as he descends into you like a wave crashing onto a shore. drowning you fully in him and his pleasure.

SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER

POV: traversing the world with your soulmate, wanderer. 

Genre: kpop/jpop, a mix of genres (slight duality theme)

Description: you follow wanderer on his travels, witnessing how he navigates the world with his new identity, traverses the planes of his newfound persona, and explores the inner-workings of his being with you by his side. although, at times, that other side of him shows. it’s rare but you do sometimes catch glimpses of the fearsome, manipulative and calculating balladeer resurface from the calm and playful exterior he puts up in front of you and the other people you encounter along your travels. regardless of the different sides he possesses, you’re ready to give up everything for him, sacrifice yourself to give him the life he deserves. you'd even kill. this is something you realise as you both stand over the bodies of your enemies, weapons in hand, residual elemental energy tinkling at your fingertips. By his side, you’ll venture the world together and explore his ever persona, until he finds a version of himself he’s most comfortable.

DILUC RAGNVINDR

POV: celebrating your birthday with your beloved, diluc ragnvindr

Genre: kpop, birthday-themed

Description: in the bustling tavern, the smile that splits across your face aches with how much fun you’re having surrounded by your companions in the warmth of the angel’s share. as per your request, diluc has reserved the entire place to celebrate this joyous occasion with the key figures of the knights of favonius you’ve befriended (and distastefully, he recalls, a certain cavalry captain but let’s not forget the troublesome bard you’ve invited and is indulging in the complimentary bottles of dandelion wine that line the grand table). for once, he feels his lips quirk ever so slightly as your laughter tinkles in his ears and your joy fills him with an unbridled sense of happiness. as the hosts of the party, you both find yourselves behind the bar to refill drinks and place more food platters onto the table. playfully, you bump your hips into his before pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. you’re flushed by how much fun you’re having and he loves how it looks on you. alongside that, you’re excited to finally go back home to the dawn winery with your beloved to finally open your present. after all he’s wrapped up so nicely in the new outfit he’s commissioned, draped in a rich crimson and adorning silver chains and embellishments. the least you can do to unravel it all. it’s your birthday day after all. anything you says goes, right? even if it was unspoken, he can guess the wish you made as you blew out your candles. he will do everything in his being to make that wish come true and so much more. before fulfilling this however, he’ll spell out his affections for you against your skin. he’ll await your every command tonight. it’s your special day after all, just say the words and he’s all yours. 

LISA MINCI

POV: the partner of the knights of favonius' head librarian

Genre: kpop/jpop, soft, romantic, chill, implied wlw

Description: in the comfort of your arms, you and your partner find yourselves lazing on the window seat of your shared abode, basking in the sun that streams across your languid forms and illuminates the woman dozing against your chest. you aren’t used to this slow pace she’s used to. in contrast, your busy lifestyle means you aren’t able to enjoy tranquil, quiet moments like these very often. however, every time you come home to visit your darling, she always makes it a point to drag you into a small cosy nook in your house or the library to have a cat nap with her. she makes it her responsibility for you to relax whenever you’re with her (though you’re aware it’s mainly because she knows this is the only way you’ll condone her constant lethargy). you chuckle at her languor as she nestles herself into you, making sure she’s comfortable against her human pillow. gently, you place a tender kiss against her forehead. you hope that simple gesture blesses her dreams with the way she smiles in her sleep instantly after it. maybe, you think as you surrender to the fatigue that sinks into your body, you could get used to these lazy afternoons with your beloved.

SIGNORA

POV: the crimson witch's faithful lover

Genre: kpop/jpop, orchestral, a mix of different genres (she’s a very complex character)

Description: faithfully, you stand by her side, conquering the world together and witnessing how she makes it bend to her will. you relish every second you spend alongside her. even if she initially stated that you’re only a valuable asset she could not afford to lose, a vessel of great power to assist her in carrying out her grand plans, a partner (in the strictly working sense) to help her achieve the aims given to her by the great tsaritsa, but you know it’s so much more than that. it’s so much more than what you ever thought it could be - if the red marks across your neck and the crimson lip stains that adorn your pulse point are anything to go by. whatever you have with her goes well beyond the working relationship you started of with. it’s because of this ambiguity that you relish in the masqueraded dance you share upon a bloodied battlefield of crystalline flowers, flittering moths, and fallen bodies. although you dutifully serve the tsaritsa, you loyally obey signora’s every word. 

KAVEH

POV: the renowned sumeru architect (not so) secretly adores you.

Genre: kpop/jpop, art-themed

Description: pressing a kiss against the nape of his neck, you carefully tug free the silky blond locks secured by the rouge ribbon he’s tied into his hair. you pull away to catch him stir from his abrupt nap atop his work desk once again, murmuring nonsensical mutterings into the arms he’s propped his head on and snuggling into the large sheets of drawings and calculations beneath him. you hope he isn’t drooling onto the plans he’s worked so painstakingly on as you gather his curled form into your arms to carry him into his bedroom. just as you tuck his head into your chest and secure your hold on his lithe frame, you catch a glimpse of kaveh’s personal notebook sprawled onto the table. the little remarks that line the margins of the pages makes you chuckle but you stop to admire the graphite depictions of yourself that litter the next page. planting another kiss onto the crown of his head, you begin to exit the study room. to kaveh, you’re his muse, his inspiration and his purpose. he dreams of capturing your beauty in every medium, he wants to portray your every single feature, which he adores you so much for, and he aspires to paint his undying love into your being. although, the latter is an issue for another night. at least in his dreams, he is able to do the same. perhaps, when he isn’t too busy with his projects, he’ll turn those dreams into reality.

MULTI-CHARACTER

POV: summer vacation at the Golden Apple Archipelago

Genre: kpop/jpop summer playlist

HONKAI STAR RAIL

HIMEKO

POV: you're as beautiful as the day i lost you.

Genre: kpop/jpop, mixed, full of longing/implied reincarnation, implied wlw.

Description: "I'm sure we're about to embark on a fascinating journey together." even in this life, where you've sacrificed your heart and conquered hell, himeko is just as breathtaking as the day you met her, when you exchanged rings, and your last kiss goodbye. it's a shame she doesn't remember you, her wife.

KAFKA

POV: the flourishing romance between you and the infamous stellaron hunter. 

Genre: kpop, mixed, pining

Description: to be added.

ENSEMBLE STARS

ARASHI NARUKAMI

POV: walking down the runway with arashi narukami

Genre: kpop/jpop, deep house, r&b

Description: this isn’t your first runway. although it is the first you’ve shared with the renowned model trio of yumenosaki academy. adorning luxurious silks that feel like air against your skin, glittering jewellery that rests against the expanse of your clavicle and line your wrists and fingers, and glamorous cosmetics that enhance your already beguiling features, you glance to the opposite side of the bustling dressing room. your countless years of experience in modelling mean that gliding in heels are no problem for you. but why do the gorgeous electric violet eyes across the room make you trip up? why does the way her mouth curves into a sweet smile instantly draw you to her? why does the playful glint that flashes over her visage make you want to smear the bold rouge painted over her supple lips onto your own? you can’t help but gravitate to her. with the way she lures you in with her spellbinding beauty and competitiveness, it’s not surprising how the silks and jewellery you adorn gradually pool around your intertwined forms. to her, this is another runway in the comforts of her personal room. with all of your experience, you’re determined to put on a show she’ll never forget.

KEITO LECTURE CIRCLE

POV: bibliosmia and the descent of petrichor

Genre: soft kpop study playlist

Description: studying with BIBLION. 

TWISTED WONDERLAND

MALLEUS DRACONIA 

POV: you're bewitched by the king of the abyss, malleus draconia

Genre: kpop/jpop, PIXY-centric, based on overblot malleus

Description (potentially spoilers for chapter 7): in this capsule of time, where the clock stops ticking, where the world around you is frozen in a state of suspension, where the shadows coagulate into permanent shapes across the cobblestone floor, you realise it is only you and him. surveying the slumbering forms of your companions, the truth of the reality you’re regrettably living in settles deep into your heart. as your body is racked by an overwhelming sense of disbelief, you don’t hear the sharp clack of heels that approach your figure nor the heavy drag of a tail against the floor and grows louder as it nears you. frightfully, you whip around to witness one of your friends, your beloved tsunotaro, grow closer, ever closer to your trembling form. you feebly press your palms into his chest as he leans into you, desperate for some space to comprehend what he’s done, to understand the full extent and gravity of the actions he’s taken. weakly, you resist his advances as he grabs your chin and pulls you into him, trailing ink across your lips and jaw as he does so. at some point, you’ve stopped fighting, you’ve stopped countering his advances, and you’ve stopped yearning for the sweet and gentle tsunotaro you’ve gotten to know over these past few months. at some point, you surrender to him, falling deeper into his depths, allowing him to drown you in his affections and the love he holds, one that’s only for you. as you waltz over the world he’s frozen, you’re slowly starting to indulge in this fantasy he’s created. you’re starting to take pleasure in being his, the lover of the king of the abyss. truly, this isn’t the way you wanted to confess to him but maybe this is what you needed to express your undying devotion to the heir of the briar valley. the thought immediately vanishes as his lips descend onto yours once again, eager to claim you once again tonight. dragons are fiercely protective of their treasure. it’s only right, he thinks whilst marking his name into your skin, that he guards what’s rightfully his.

JAMIL VIPER

POV: whisked away into the tundras by the vice housewarden of scarabia

Genre: kpop/jpop, hip-hop, dance-pop

Description: regardless if he uses his unique magic, he should know how his presence spellbinds you. his gorgeous charcoal eyes are hypnotising, his straightforward and caring nature is enthralling, and the saccharine words he whispers into your ears are the only hypnosis he needs to get you to follow his every command. His every being is electrifying: that much is proven as he slips his hand into yours (his very touch casts a spell on you), brings you closer to him (the spicy perfume that he adorns renders you defenceless), and connects his lips to yours (his very taste is absolutely intoxicating). As you admire him under the vibrant luminance of the fireworks above the both of you, you wouldn’t mind falling into this hypnosis once more. the smile he flashes you makes you make to want to fall once again into his temptations and dive into him fully. the night is young, you remember, you have all the time you’ll ever need to understand the hold he possess over you. for now, you’ll relish in this dazzling display of fireworks with the enchanting male by your side.

ROOK HUNT

POV: they don't deserve you, mon amour.

Genre: kpop/jpop

Description: you deserve so much more, mon trésor. and he’s right. you really do. with the way he tenderly holds onto your hand, how he brings your form into his chest as your own squeezes and shudders with a painful feeling you’ve become accustomed to over these past few days, weeks, months (at this point you’ve stopped counting), you wonder how you could ever desire more. how you could ever want anyone else when he’s by your side, unfailingly your loyal partner, who’s supported to you all this time. that’s why he’s your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your most trusted confidant. maybe that’s all you’ll ever be. but with the way his heart thunders into his chest to the way his eyes briefly flicker to your lips and you do the same in response, perhaps there is still some ground you’ve yet to cover in your relationship with the enigmatic beauty from pomefiore. 

(getting over your toxic ex-friends with your confidant rook hunt)

PARADOX LIVE

GOKULUCK

POV: rebelling against the system with 獄Luck (GOKU LUCK)

Genre: kpop hype playlist

Description: setting the world aflame with HANCHO, PITBULL, smoking dog, and anonymous.

DANGANRONPA

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

POV: you detest the ultimate affluent progeny, byakuya togami

Genre: kpop/jpop, rap, hip-hop, dance, money-centric

Description: you hate his guts. you fume at his inherent smugness and that suffocating sense of self-entitlement he prides himself so much on. he’s arrogant, insensitive and conceited. god, the sight of him infuriates you tremendously. wiping it off his face is the only thing on your mind as you grab his pristine collar, and furiously pin him against the wall. but why do you feel utterly powerless as an image flashes before you of those same irritating lapis blue eyes staring into yours with love and a foreign gentleness that looks out of place with the haughty male you’ve understood over the past few weeks. why do you feel absolutely defenceless when he forcefully yanks you forward and presses a kiss against your lips with the passion only a lover could hold? 

NAGITO KOMAEDA (spoilers)

POV: you're his ultimate hope.

Genre: kpop/jpop, pop-rock, synth, based on another episode: ultra despair girls nagito komaeda

Description: you’re his ultimate hope. but honestly, who you are you kidding? he's your ultimate hope. you'd do anything for him. you'd sacrifice your soul, surrender yourself wholly to his every whim and you’d willingly let him drown you fully in his despair, just to fulfil his unbridled obsession for hope. the same hope he’s eliminated in this world brimming with hatred, madness and absolute chaos. nevertheless, you'd go to the ends of the world for him. sacrifice every single ounce of humanity you have just for him. because whilst you are his sun, he's your universe, and you'd gladly burn for him. 

KOKICHI OUMA (spoilers)

POV: witnessing a commendable performance from the "mastermind"

Genre: kpop/jpop, villaincore

Description: it’s amusing, honestly. how he could possibly think that this elaborate scheme of his would convince anyone - that this “mastermind” lie, this twisted performance was actually plausible. but you know better, you ponder as your eyes bore into his own, swirling with that corrupt despair he claims he’s so familiar with. however, you know so much more than he ever could about this world, about the puppeteer who holds all of your strings. well, you’ll just watch this carefully crafted game of his whilst waiting for it to fall apart like a house of cards. it’s only a matter of time.

GONTA GOKUHARA

POV: the ultimate entomologist melts your heart ❤

Genre: upbeat, romantic, a bit of melancholy

Description: you aren’t one for this mushy love stuff people nowadays seem to obsess over. especially not in this game of life or death. however, you can’t seem to help to stop the way your heart flutters at every adorable action the ultimate entomologist makes, nor the warmth he emanates every time you embrace him (you’ve done it so often he’s started affectionately calling you ‘snuggle bug’). Regardless, you can’t stop the way your walls melt around him or stop fawning over the blinding beam he shoots you. when you grab a handful of his collar and crash your lips against him, you can’t help but think ‘well, who’s the pot calling the kettle black now?’

KAITO MOMOTA (slight spoilers)

POV: the luminary of the stars is your universe 

Genre: kpop/jpop, space/universe themed 

Description: you abhor the optimism he unfailingly displays, day in day out, rinse and repeat in this absolute hellhole. but, you eventually find that you can’t, not when he’s a brilliant light in this desperate situation, a star in this night sky that seems to want to consume your every being, the unending universe that holds all of you and everyone together in this sick game where lives are nothing but numbers and objects of entertainment. you just wish you could’ve spent longer in the stars with him before the next day came.

FINAL FANTASY VX

IGNIS SCIENTIA

engine revving, hearts roaring (a night drive in the regalia.) ❤

Genre: kpop/jpop, R&B, dark synth, sensual

Description: a night drive in the regalia but you’re not sure if a simple ride is all he desires. not with the way he’s looking at you. truthfully, you're not sure when he fixated those crystalline sea foam orbs on your figure but when you stare back, they darken into pools of oceanic teal, hazed with a grey fog that sinks into the flecks of aquamarine that speckle his bewitching optics. in this moment, he's a predator but, as prey, you don't give in easily - you’ll dance around his elaborate trap before he finally snaps, and makes you his. 

HYPNOSIS MICROPHONE

RAMUDA AMEMURA

POV: his smile is downright tooth-rotting

Genre: kpop/jpop, sweets-themed playlist

Description: the sweet flavour of artificial strawberry and sugar of the lollipop he’s recently popped into his mouth invades your senses as he pulls you closer against his mouth. you experimentally lick his bottom lip to taste more of it and you can feel the corners of his mouth curve upwards against his lips. in return, you smile and relish at the way you connect perfectly pressed against each other. you’d take this delectable sweetness over the bitter, metallic taste of cigarettes. oh right, that’s why he’s kissing you, you’ve yet to go on your latest sugar supply run. it seems that he’s slightly pre-occupied - surely he knows at this point you’ll never let you go. oh well, you think as he guides you to the couch of his studio, he knows how to use his cuteness to his advantage. his smiles and his demeanour is downright tooth-rotting - if he keeps up at this rate, it’s bound to give you a cavity at this point. well, you think as your back hits the plush sofa, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#genshin impact scenarios #genshin x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ensemble stars x reader #danganronpa x reader #hypnosis mic x reader #genshin impact #twisted wonderland #ensemble stars #danganronpa #final fantasy 14 #hypnosis microphone #zhongli #zhongli x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #childe #childe x reader #signora #signora x reader #yelan #yelan x reader #lisa minci #lisa minci x reader #kaveh #kaveh x reader #arashi narukami #arashi narukami x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

[kerosenegummy]

Hello, hello! Just thought I’d share some of the things I do to help make writing fun! I’m just gonna say, I probably spend 99% of the time planning it rather than actually write, but when I actually do, these things have helped.

Underlining

Pick one or several books and start underlining the parts you really liked. It can be a sentence that impacted you, or maybe you simply liked the way the author worded this particular part. The point is to mark the places in a book you want to remember and take inspo from.

Read articles

A thing I started doing when I got tired of struggling with scenery descriptions was looking up old articles. For exemple, I once looked up articles on art déco and how to recognize the style, mainly so I could write a description of a hotel. It’s super helpful! Want to write about a creepy church but struggling to get the tone of it right? Look up articles on claustrophobia.

Play the Sims

I can’t stress enough how helpful this is for when you’re designing a room or a character. It’s a great brainstorming method! Just remember to not get invested in the game and actually start writing. Guilty…

Fanart

I’m ngl. I’ve been doing this instead of actually writing, but it keeps me interested in the character.

Make playlists

Making playlists is both fun and super helpful when setting the tone of a place or a character. I love making playlists for my characters, but I can never listen to them and write at the same time. I have a separate playlist for that with just Jeremy Soule music.

Write lore

Let’s face it. Making the lore for your story is what’s fun, because this is where the research comes in. This is when you get to borrow books from the library and surf the web and all that. And if you lose interest, sneak in some of your current ones. Who cares? It’s your story. Write for yourself.

Play your favorite video game for the millionth time

If you’re stuck and need a break, just play a game you’ve practically memorised at this point and just enjoy the familliar scenery and plot. For me, that game is Alice Madness Returns. It really gets your creativity flowing again.

My first post here yey! These stuff are old news to many people already, so you can take this as a reminder. I personally need this reminder daily, because man am I struggling right now :,)

#writing #writing tips #creative inspiration #writing inspo #writing resources

[imdoingsortagay]

Impromptu Dance Party

Summary: Doing something sweet for your girlfriend

Word Count: 1k

a/n: EVE FLUFF

also, the playlist for this will be here<3

The day had seemed to drag one for you, wanting to just me home with your girlfriend. Eve had been called into work last minute to help Amanda with something at the old folks home while you went to go to your classes or any errands that you had to do. Getting back home expecting to see her there, you were sad to get a text from the older woman about having to stay a couple of hours more and you felt terrible. She had wanted to use today to relax, get some cleaning done, and overall just spend time with her favorite person in the world, you. 

Having about 2 hours before she came back home from work, you decided to give Eve something special, a playlist with all of the songs she loved to listen to on repeat. 

As much as you loved her, she didn’t have much experience with technology, and if she heard a song that she knew was gonna be one of her favorite, the older woman would save it on her notes so you can help her get it to her Spotify for later if she’s driving, at work or any other reason. Making playlists for people you loved was something and the thought of making one for her was exciting. 

The moment that you get home from school, you clean around the house, ordering her favorite food to get here a couple of minutes before she arrives then make your way to the living room to get this playlist made. The first four songs in the playlist are some that she heard when both of you had first met, in margo’s class and when she decided to have class in a bar. A couple of other songs that you had introduced her to as you felt it was “ something that she would love” which was proven true as you’d catch her humming to them around the house.

Making sure not to forget to add a couple of Abba songs to the mix for your girlfriend because it would not be a playlist that had all of Eve’s favorite songs if there weren’t at least three or four songs. Time goes by quickly as you make the playlist for her, the food from her favorite food place getting there in about ten minutes from her arrival. You set the food on the table, connect your phone to her speaker, and patiently wait for her arrival back. 

While Eve, on the other hand, was super tired and wanted to see you. Her day off was a work day because Amanda needed her to come in about one of the new residents coming in and she was unsure of what to do while Eve on the inside wanted to say sorry, she felt bad leaving her on her own since she had just started there. For a senior citizen home, she sometimes wished there would be at least one day when she’s able to rest. 

Even the drive on the way home felt longer than usual with all the evening traffic and she just wanted to be at home with you, eating dinner, and cuddling among other things.

My love: You coming home already eve? <3

Eve: I’ve got about 10 more minutes. 

You feel bad for the woman as you know she’s stuck in slow traffic and decide that take a quick little nap while she’s on the way. Eve plays some random radio station that helps her calm down and before she knows it, Eve pulls into the driveway to her house, so happy to be home to her lovely girlfriend. Grabbing all of her belongings from her car, the older woman is greeted by you, happily sleeping on the couch, the smell of food from her favorite restaurant in town, and the sound of what seems to be music. 

Eve wakes you up from your nap, very gently and the moment your eyes met the face of your girlfriend, you pull her in for a kiss, never not excited to see her. Eve giggles back as you give her kisses all over her face, blushing like crazy at the attention she’s getting, very much enjoying it. 

“ Is today a special day y/n? You got me food from my favorite place,” she asks while you get up to be in a sitting position, the woman wondering if she missed an important date today.

“ Nope, just wanted to treat you to something nice eve,” you pause,” and I also made a whole playlist for you with your favorite songs to listen to anywhere”. Eve would be lying if she said that she wasn’t on the verge of tears. Never not grateful to have you here, to even be dating you after having to deal with a son who was the worst, a rude ex and the universe did her a favor when you had walked into the writing class that she decided would be fun to do on her free time after her son left for college. Looking through the playlist it had many songs that she grew to love, songs that you told her many times reminded you of her, and some new ones that she was over the moon to listen to if she was driving to work, on her lunch in her office or anywhere else.

Eve pulls you off the couch without a word and puts the playlist on shuffle, the first playing being Honey by Coastal club, dancing along with your girlfriend. Each song going on made your heart swoon at seeing this woman be so happy, not giving any shit about anything else in life, grinning from ear to ear as she danced like she’s the only one in the room. Dancing offbeat to the pop songs and slow dancing together to any of the slow songs. You cherished times like these between the two of you, excited to make many more happy memories.

Every time that you did small things like these for your girlfriend, she would always be forever grateful to have you in her life and make it better

#lizs writing #dancing eve #eve fletcher #eve fletcher x reader #mrs fletcher #eve fletcher x fem!reader #kathryn hahn #Kathryn Hahn imagine #Eve fletcher fluff #mrs fletcher imagine #eve fletcher imagine

[jmflowers]

Ok I got a little carried away so you can choose all of these or just like one or two. For the Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🍓 🔪 🏜️ 🦴

Thank you!!

You absolutely did not get carried away! Thank you, this was fun. I don’t usually do this on my phone, but I’m too tired to get up so please bear with me. (Is it bear or bare? I argued with my grade 11 English teacher about this and I still don’t actually know the right answer…)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I started writing fan fiction when I was probably about 12 or 13? I literally did not have any reference point to the concept - I just loved TV and creating things and writing was an important hobby. I think I was frustrated with a topic not being given the attention I wanted in the show Ghost Whisperer (I was obsessed) so I just wrote it myself. The only way I knew to connect with fandom was through YouTube, as I’d been making fan montages for a while. I edited my story, chapter by chapter, into videos and posted it there. I didn’t end up finding fandom spaces for writing and community until I was about 18, when I joined tumblr and started reading on livejournal and fanfiction.net. I discovered screenwriting around that time, too, and fell in love with the idea of combining these things to make a career. (Only took me another decade to finally bite the bullet and dive in.) I’ve been writing and telling stories literally my entire life, and have studied the art form profusely throughout my education, but I definitely think I’ve seen the most growth in my work through the act of writing fan fiction - it fuels so much discipline while still giving you the space to experiment.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I looooove to research. I spend a lot of my time looking up words in other languages and reading articles about child development. For Vofreude I read a lot about the history surrounding the clitoris and its accurate portrayal in diagrams. I think the weirdest thing I dove deep into was how to hotwire a car, for Epithet.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Anything. I get really overwhelmed by long comments and freak out on how to respond, even though they mean so much. (I worry that people think that means I don’t care about those ones.) I love when people make jokes or compliment in a way that’s silly. Also a huge fan of bookmark notes - I go and read those a lot. I die when someone mentions that they loved something else I wrote for a different fandom and that they’re happy to find me again in a new fandom - that feels pretty life changing. In real life, anytime I can create something that makes my mom cry is an absolute win in my books - she doesn’t cry often, but I’ve gotten her with a few specific things through the years.

I will say, I find it easier to respond to comments in the first few days after a piece is posted. I adore getting comments later - that email notification is one hell of a dopamine boost - but I get anxious about answering. And then I get anxious about there being a comment I haven’t responded to. And then I get anxious about how much time has passed since the comment was posted and I’m not sure if it’s too late to answer. Vicious game.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Music. Everything I create always leads back to music. It’s how I yank myself out of blocks, usually. When I listen to music, I start to visualize how things might look or feel and then I try to emulate that in whatever I’m working on. It’s easiest for editing videos, as I picture the scenes that will match up to things. For writing, I just go with the vibes. Most of my stories have an accompanying playlist that I listen to when I’m writing in that universe.

#writers ask game #ask game #Janelle’s asks #thank you!!!! #iamthelegman #I feel like I’ve told the story of my start in fic sooooo many times are y’all bored of it yet? #I was such a little brat back then and I’m pretty sure I put threatening messages in the video descriptions 🤦🏼‍♀️ #karma got me back with those classic death threats and calls for my suicide on FFnet

[theodorerailmi]

impetuous ; A HACKEARNEY PLAYLIST

i. meet me in the woods // lord huron ; ii. the killing moon // echo & the bunnymen ; iii. fragile tension // depeche mode ; iv. andromeda // weyes blood ; v. wolves // danny knutelsky ; vi. golden hair // slowdive ; vii. satellite // siøbhan ; viii. i come in peace // soko ; ix. you know me too well // nothing but thieves ; x. this mess we’re in // pj harvey ft. thom yorke ; xi. milk & black spiders // foals ; xii. real love // big thief ; xiii. desire lines // deerhunter

SPOTIFY LINK ; LYRICS SELECTION BELOW (added some notes)

Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron

Follow me into the endless night / I can bring your fears to light / Show me yours and I'll show you mine / Meet me in the woods tonight  

The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen

In starlit nights, I saw you / So cruelly, you kissed me / Your lips, a magic world / Your sky, all hung with jewels / The killing moon / Will come too soon / Fate / Up against your will / Through the thick and thin / He will wait until / You give yourself to him

Fragile Tension by Depeche Mode

There's a strange obsession / That's drawing us nearer / We don't understand it / It never gets clearer / There's something radical in our hands / Nothing logical to our plans

(Notes: ngl, a lot of Depeche Mode songs remind me of them (blame it on the dark, sexy vibes haha). And I could totally picture Travis being a fan of 80s, new-wave/alt rock music)

Andromeda by Weyes Blood

Let me in if I break / And be quiet if I shatter / Getting tired of looking / You know that I hate the game / Don't wanna waste any more time / You know I didn't hold it up / Love is calling / It's time to give to you / Something you can hold onto / I dare you try

Wolves by Danny Knutelsky

Gone too far, I search for your garden full of pleasure / Hold me, love / I'm going deeper in the forest

Golden Hair by Slowdive

For I heard you singing through the gloom / Singing and singing, a merry air / Lean out the window, golden hair

(Notes: so in my head, Laura (like Siobhan) can sing (and not just do this weird shriek in the “distraction” scene haha). I’m sure Travis has heard her voice at least once when he had her imprisoned. I would also definitely imagine this song also for a Mermaid!Laura AU...)

Satellite by SIØBHAN

You use your strength just to hide away / Will you come back home to my heart / If I kept all my promises, never got lost / Could we go right back to the start / Rewrite the history so you could just kiss me

I Come In Peace by Soko

You live your life like you're stuck in hell / And my only goal is to make you feel safe / But like everything I do I fail / I've come in peace, come to rescue you / And thought you're sick I will comfort you / My heart is weak / When I'm not with you / Won't you man up now and be a hero?

You Know Me Too Well by Nothing but Thieves

Filthy impetuous soul / I wanna give it to you / Oh, just to see what you do / 'Cause I'm so drunk on you / Baby, you're all that I want / I want you all to myself / Oh, but you know me too well

(Notes: Travis @ Laura. Sexy vibes, definitely)

This Mess We’re In by PJ Harvey ft. Thom Yorke

What were you wanting? / I just wanna say / Don’t ever change / And thank you / I don’t think we will meet again / Sweat on my skin / Oh, this mess we’re in

Milk & Black Spiders by Foals

Cause I've been around two times / And found that you're the only thing I need

(Notes: Two idiots in love. And it took them both a long time to realize that they’re idiots in love.)

Real Love by Big Thief

Oh mama, oh papa / How much blood is worth the draw? / Real love, real love / Real love makes your lungs black

(Notes: this song is about growing up in a toxic family environment, thinking that love has to hurt... definitely Travis vibes. And Travis only later discovering what “real love” is.)

Desire Lines by Deerhunter

When you were young and your excitement showed / But as time goes by is it outgrown? / Is that the way things go? Forever reaching for the gold / Forever fading black and comes up cold Walking free, come with me / Far away, everyday

(Notes: this follows the previous song. I like to imagine Laura finally helping Travis to get away from Northkill, away from his family.)

#hope you like it!! #no idea if this will show up in the tags though #hackearney #travis x laura #hackearney playlist #laura x travis #my post #my playlist

[autisticempathydaemon]

I am loving this Redacted match-up idea. So here goes mine! 😃

• The song my brain’s latched onto right now is “Make Me Cry” by Jacob Collier. The vibes are so perfect. It’s so mellow, and his voice is so freaking comforting. Like…smooth, thick hot chocolate or something. If that even makes sense XD

• I…have no idea what my Ennegram type is. But I’ll totally tell you some other things! I’m a Libra, a Hufflepuff, and last time I checked, my Myers-Briggs type is INFJ? But don’t quote me on that. XD

• Alas, I don’t think I’ve got enough of an attention span to sit through a video essay 😅

• I never really had an imaginary friend as a kid, tbh 🤔

• “Flirty Vampire Boyfriend Helps You Sleep” knocks me out almost every time I listen. So, most nights, it’s that video.

• If I had to change my name, I’d probably change it to Grace. (That’s what it would have been if I wasn’t the name my parents *did* decide to give me)

• Man, that’s a hard question! Buuuut I gotta say, every time I think of my favorite Redacted vids, Vincent’s third video (the one where he “loses control” with Lovely) comes to mind. I might be biased though, because Vincent was my introduction to the channel, but it’s such a good one! The drama. 😍 I freaking love it. We’re not gonna talk about Adam, though, because he terrifies me. XD

• Honestly? I don’t get the hype around David. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m not a huge fan of Tsunderes (which is funny to me, because I love Aaron) and that I prefer vampires to werewolves anyway, but I dunno. He’s just not my cup of tea.

• I could quote Avatar: The Last Airbender all day long. Don’t even get me started. XD SECRET, SECRET, SECRET, SECRET TUNNEEEEEEELLLLL!

• I want Elliott as a BFF, please and thank you. 🥺

• I wouldn’t say I ramble about this when I’m tired, but if someone else shares the interest too, I’ll talk about musicals for forever.

• Well..I don’t drive, so I don’t really visit many gas stations. XD But my combo would probably be a bottle of water and a bag of mini M&Ms.

• It’s actually a Spotify playlist that my best friend and I made for one of my OCs. 🥰

• This is embarrassing to admit, but I still watch stuff that’s “for kids” from time to time. Barbie movies, Strawberry Shortcake, Sofia the First, pretty much any “girly” show that’s made for someone way younger than 24? I love it. 😊 (It’s probably a comfort thing, now that I think about it)

• Let’s see… Other fun facts 🤔. I’m the “youngest” of four (by like, five minutes, so I don’t know if that really means anything), and if you couldn’t tell from this ask, I use emojis up the butt, and am a total stickler for proper grammar. 😂

Oh, so I’ve actually thought about this- you know who’d pair wonderfully with someone from a big family? Huxley with his gorgeous, friendly nature and open heart.

He’s just so natural to love and get along with, so easy-going and charming. Our favorite earth elemental would be so mind-boggled by all your siblings but also delighted, just like your family would delight in him and how well-suited the two of you are together-

-and the two of you are so cute together. Huxley has this steady, reliable nature while also being fun and silly and light. I can totally see him genuinely enjoying all the things you do, even the shows for little girls that you’d be initially embarrassed for him to see you watching. No one is immune to the power of Barbie Nutcracker, and Huxley is no exception. He is ready with popcorn, a cozy blanket, and open arms for a movie night.

Song:

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore/ Love you forever, and ever more./ I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

So this works on 3, count ‘em, THREE levels. One! Earth Angel for an earth elemental? I am a fucking genius. Two. I love the fun, dreamy, romantic vibe for Huxley; it strikes me as something he likes because he heard his moms listen to it. Three. I will seize any and all opportunities to plug a musical, and the Back to the Future musical is so FUN.

Runner-Ups:

Guy is an easy-peasy runner up, because I love to pair musical theater babes together. (I was so sure that was his major before we learned it was creative writing.) I also love Ollie for you, because (fuck JK Rowling and all she stands for but) we love to pair a Hufflepuff with a Hufflepuff.

Note: highly recommend the Back to the Future musical which is rumored to make its Broadway debut soon, it’s very true to the vibes of the movie 🌈

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[bitbybitwrites]

If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - Recipe and Song list - Chp 1, 2 and 3

My lovely partner for the Klaine Prompt Reverse Bang 2003, @datshitrandom had asked me recently about recipes I've included in If I Can Make Your Heart My Home.

Which also got me thinking about the music I've been listening to and including in the story. . . with a chef and a musician in the mix there's going to be a lot of both.

So under the gorgeous artwork by @datshitrandom, I'll list what I mentioned in the story/ inspired me so far!

There are spoilers below- so if you want to read the story from the beginning first, click here!

**As a note before I do anything, I've started a YouTube playlist for the music in this fic. To access it, click here.

I'll add songs to it as the story goes on and are mentioned. But I'll list individual songs/recipies in the chapters below as well.

***

Well, we should start off with the song that inspired the original prompt for the story.

Chapter 1

Music: Elizabeth Hummel sings Twinkle Twinkle Litle Bat to the traditional tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Recipies:

Grandma Hummel's butter pound cake - mentioned it's on the tea table. This is from one of my favorite cookbooks - I haven't tried making it yet, but it's on my list!)

Chocolate Chip cookies - That Kurt gives to his dad, proudly bc he helped bake them. This is one of my go-to recipes. I tend to throw a handful or more of Walnuts and sometimes swap the semi sweet chocolate chips for dark chocolate chips or chunks.

Pink Lemonade - that Elizabeth was going to pour for Kurt, but he insisted instead on drinking tea like the grownups.

Petit Fours - on the tea table. I've failed miserably at making fully iced petit fours. This is the next recipe I plan to try - it seems easier. And it so looks like something Elizabeth would have made.

Cucumber Sandwiches - Kurt is eating them during the tea party. I've made both of the following recipes for tea before.

"Eat Me" cookies - Alice In Wonderland reference. - from the end of the tea party. This is a great YouTube channel that takes food mentioned in literature and shares recipies for them. I envisioned the cookies Elizabeth had were the pretty ones covered in royal icing.

Bonus recipes!

Not mentioned specifically in the story, but I believe would have been included during Elizabeth's table of treats.

Other Finger sandwiches - I tend to make a number of different sandwiches when I have folks over for afternoon tea. No one ever goes home hungry! Here are a couple of our favorites that I think Elizabeth would have had at her tea table.

Tuna Fish ( I omit the celery and red onion)

Cream Scones - I tend to love have them with Clotted cream and strawberry jam

***

Chapter 2

Music:

Not mentioned in the story itself, but we learn Cooper is not only a violin virtuoso but also Concertmaster for the Los Angeles Philharmonic. I can imagine this as one of the pieces he plays.

I also can picture Cooper and Blaine as young kids and being asked by their father to perform this together - with Blaine on the piano.

***

Chapter 3

Recipes:

Grandma Hummel's Butter Pound cake

(see chp 1 recipes above)

Snickerdoodles - that Maggie and her daughter bring to Kurt the first day he moves in.

Music:

The song young Blaine wanted to impress Alice with - tried to talk his nanny into bringing the piano from home to the park

The song Blaine plays as he watches the sad stranger walk away

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #klaine fanart #bitbybitwrites #datshitrandom #fic: if i can make your heart my home #klaine prompt reverse bang 2023 #kprb2023 #Youtube

[oliverreedmasterass]

Part 5! 

A HUGE shoutout to @starcatcherkiszka​ for the fic idea! 

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 4k

Warnings: drug usage, language, nudity, Robert Plant

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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The tent Dave had referred to was essentially just a tarp held up by three or four large sticks that had been planted into the ground. It wasn’t much, but Jake, Josh, Sam, and Danny all gladly ducked under it to get out of the rain. They were all soaked to the bone and, as their adrenaline slowly wore off, each of them grew more uncomfortable in their soggy clothes. It was hard to fret over though, since so many people surrounded them and demanded their full attention. 

Someone passed Sam a blunt and, with a laugh, he happily took a puff, passing it over to Danny who, while he looked skeptical at first, shrugged and took a hit as well. Carlos Santana had Jake cornered, and was trying to pick his mind apart to understand where he had come up with the “Weight of Dreams” solo. 

“You’re telling me,” Carlos looked at Jake in disbelief, “that you just closed your eyes and let your fingers do the work?” 

“I can’t really read music,” Jake admitted. “It’s all by ear, I dunno, once I get a melody down, it’s pretty simple to create variations of it that I can put into a solo.” 

Carlos thought hard on Jake’s words. “I need to write this down.” 

Josh found Ravi Shankar and, like Sam had done to Joan Baez earlier, was unleashing every compliment he could think of, which Ravi Shankar reacted to with a bright smile. 

“I’m glad my music means something to you,” he told Josh. 

“Means something to me?” Josh sputtered. “That’s an understatement!” 

Dave approached Sam and Danny, who were busy laughing at how ridiculous Josh’s hair looked when it was wet, and motioned back towards the line of vans. 

“Hotels are entirely booked for the next 30 miles. You probably shouldn’t be driving in this weather, the rain’s really coming down. I’ve got a van at the edge of the field, wanna spend the night there?” 

“You’re asking us to go to your van?” Danny raised an eyebrow. “Do you have candy in there?” 

Dave looked at him strangely. “I’m not sure I follow.” 

Danny’s face dropped at the realization that his joke probably didn’t make sense to Dave. Cults were a lot bigger than kidnappings at the time, he supposed. 

“I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m sorry,” Danny tried to backtrack. “I’m tired.” 

“Then follow me!” Dave's face brightened once more as he waved for them to join him. “Arlo Guthrie’s supposed to be going on next but, shit, with the set you guys played, I’m sure you’d like to take a breather.” 

Sam and Danny couldn’t have put it better themselves. They were able to drag Jake and Josh away from their conversations and, together, they made the trek around the outskirts of the still large crowd to Dave’s van. It was a Volkswagen, and they admired the psychedelic paint job on its exterior. 

“It’s not much, but she does the job,” Dave said as he unlocked the door. “It’s gonna be crowded back there, hopefully there’s enough space for you all.” 

Dave was right that it was crowded, but none of them minded sitting on top of each other. What mattered was they were finally out of the rain, and they could dry off. It was a pain to peel off their damp clothes, but by the time Arlo Guthrie started his set, which they could just barely hear off in the distance, they had all found spots in the back of the van to settle for the night. Jake felt that it was inherently wrong to miss any of the performances, but everything was catching up to him fast. It felt like eons ago that they had been in the studio, and Jake realized that he had been going for easily over 36 hours straight without a second of sleep. It was no wonder that he felt like he couldn’t move the second he took a seat and started to rest. Josh, Danny, and Sam felt the same: within five minutes they were all fast asleep. 

Danny was the first to wake up the next morning, and he let out a deep yawn as he attempted to stretch in the compact interior of the van. He had a split second where he forgot where he was, and then felt his heart thunder in his chest at the memory of the night prior. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself as images of their performance danced in front of his eyes. They had played at fucking Woodstock.  

“Hmm?” Josh hummed beside him, turning on his side so he could face Danny. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Danny said in a hush. 

“It’s all good,” Josh’s voice was groggy, “I gotta piss.” 

It wasn’t graceful, but Josh managed to climb over his brothers, open the van door, and leap out into the glowing early morning sunshine to rush to a tree off in the distance. Danny watched him go, and then rubbed at his eyes a bit more. Jake and Sam were both still fast asleep even though Josh had bumped into them at least 5 times while trying to exit the vehicle. Danny watched as Jake repositioned himself, tucking his feet up towards his knees in fetal position while hugging one of Dave’s throw pillows. Beside him, Sam was a heap of hair under an impressive pile of blankets. Danny knew them both well enough that he was certain they wouldn’t be up until well-past noon. 

There was too much running through Danny’s mind to allow him to fall back asleep, so he ducked out of the van and had to take a second to admire the view in front of him. The number of people was still something he could hardly fathom, but he was also tickled by everyone’s eccentric fashion, from parachute robes like Josh was wearing to American flag pants. Danny had to hold in a laugh when he saw a man around his age walk by, entirely in the nude, carrying a sheep like a baby. 

Josh rejoined his side and watched the man pass by. 

“I kinda want to air it out,” Josh spoke. Danny turned around to face him. 

“Please don’t.” 

Josh chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, which was rosy from their walk in the sun the day before. Danny had a bad feeling that his face was pretty flushed as well, but he tried not to fret on it much. 

“I thought I was going to wake up back in 2023,” Josh admitted. Danny was glad he wasn't the only one who had expected that. 

“Are you getting worried about how we’ll get back?” Danny asked. Josh thought about it and gave a small shrug. 

“I probably should be. I mean, I love being here in this time period but, man, we’ve got so much going for us in the future. And I don’t want to get drafted.” 

Danny’s face fell at that. He had been so caught up in the music and culture that he entirely forgot all four of them were technically eligible to be drafted into the Vietnam war. 

“Rockstars or not, they could pull an Elvis on us,” Josh continued. 

“We should probably try to find a way out of here,” Danny decided. “Or flee up to Canada.” 

“That could be nice,” Josh considered the option. “But yeah, I think let’s set our sights on 2023.” 

“Any ideas about how we get back?” 

“That’s the tricky part,” Josh tapped his chin. “I still really don’t understand how we got here in the first place. Usually with time travel in the movies there’s some kind of explanation, like a failed government experiment, or an opportunity for the characters to right a wrong, I don’t know. For us, it seems like it came entirely out of left field.” 

“A part of me thought that if we performed, then the beam of light would come back,” Danny shared. “Like, we’d do our set, blow everyone away, spread some peace, love, and unity, and then dip because we had served our purpose.” 

“There’s got to be a way out of here,” was all Josh could say. An air of uncertainty hung between them. Danny could feel his chest starting to tighten at the thought that they ultimately had no gameplan to get back to the future. What he wouldn’t give for some old guy driving a DeLorean to pull up at that moment. “I saw an acoustic back in Dave’s van,” Josh changed the subject. “Wanna sit out in the grass and play something?” 

Danny was still feeling the stress eating away at him, but he did enjoy playing the guitar so it was hard for him to turn down Josh’s suggestion. It seemed like a good way to get out of his head. 

“Why not?” he replied. So, a few minutes later, they found themselves sitting out in a nice patch of sun where the grass wasn’t too wet from the rain. Danny attempted to tune the guitar and Josh smiled at a group of teenagers that passed by. 

“Play whatever you want, I’ll try to sing along,” Josh encouraged Danny. Danny thought on what song would be the best to play and started to strum out the intro to “Anthem.” Josh chuckled at him and started to clap along to the beat. 

“With the news there’s something every day, so many people thinking different ways, you say, where is the music? A tune to free the soul, a simple lyric to unite us all, you know…”

By the time they reached the chorus, enough people had joined them that they had a full circle. Josh looked around at everyone with a bright smile and waved his hands around, encouraging them to join him in the song. The pack of people swayed back and forth to the music and sang in unison: 

“And every glow in the twilight knows that the world is only what the world is made of, just you and me can agree to disagree, and the world is only what the world is made of.” 

Danny played the last note, and then Josh grinned at the group. 

“Having a good time?” he asked around. 

“This is my Mecca,” one guy closed his eyes and nodded with a beam. 

“I’m looking forward to Jefferson Airplane tonight,” a girl answered, and was met with murmurs of agreement from some other people in the circle. “My friends saw them in San Francisco and said they sound great.” 

“It’s gonna be hard to beat that band that played last night though,” the Mecca guy raised an eyebrow. “What was their name? JJ and the Salty Dogs?”

“Before last night I’d never heard of them,” an older man admitted. “But boy, I have a feeling they’re gonna blow up after this festival is over.” 

Danny and Josh shared a quick smirk. 

They played through a few more of their acoustic songs, including “Mountain of the Sun,” and Danny had a field day playing some of his favorite Beatles songs that he was pretty sure had already been released, like “Blackbird” and “I’ll Follow the Sun.” 

Danny found himself getting lost in the music and, before he knew it, they had been playing for over two hours and attracted a crowd of enough people that Danny couldn’t keep track of them all. Their audience was eager to join in the music with their own singing and clapping, and a few people even brought over their own instruments, ranging from bongos to triangles to tambourines. Josh was handed a bamboo flute which he took with a loud laugh. Although it was obvious he had no clue what he was doing, he had fun trying to follow Danny’s guitar playing without sounding too shrill. 

Danny and Josh were having so much fun, they entirely missed Sam rushing out of Dave’s van, his hair a mess, clutching a blanket up to his bare chest and looking around in a state of panic. He turned in a full circle to gather where he was, and then rushed through the crowd to Danny and Josh. 

“Did Joan play already?” he asked, his eyes wild. 

“Yeah man, she played super early this morning,” the guy with the bongos informed Sam. 

“Shit,” Sam cursed, and then started pacing back and forth with worry. “I told her I would be there to watch it. I can’t believe I slept through her set! I completely blew it, I’m an idiot.” 

“Dude, you were tired,” Danny reminded Sam. “You needed your rest.” 

“She personally invited me to come and see her,” Sam groaned. “I can’t believe I managed to blow Joan Baez off.” 

“Why don’t you come and join us?” Josh asked Sam, obviously growing tired of his whining and self-loathing. “Sing a few songs, it’ll do you good.” 

Sam looked like he wanted to keep pacing back and forth, but he instead opted to plop in between Josh and Danny and drop his head into his hands. Danny and Josh exchanged a look and then Danny started to strum at the guitar. 

“Hey Sam,” he sang down to Sam in the tune of “Hey Jude,” “don’t give a damn, take a sad song, and make it better.” 

Sam peeked up from his hands at Danny and shook his head. Danny nudged him in the side with the neck of the guitar as he kept going. Josh tried to play along on the flute but it came out sounding like a whistling tea kettle, so he passed it off to the person nearest to him in sheer embarrassment. That did manage to get a good laugh out of Sam though, and Josh and Danny were happy to see that he was sitting back upright, watching Danny intently with a twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Danny stopped singing to tell Sam. Sam lifted up his shoulders as if saying, “yeah, I guess,” and smiled at Danny. 

“Are you guys playing guitar without me?” Jake’s voice called out from the van. “Where was the invite?” 

“What a diva,” Josh rolled his eyes. Jake came barreling through the crowd while trying to tug on his velvet pants, which had just barely dried. He approached his band members, entirely out of breath, and gave them an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, I slept in. I had a really weird dream where I turned into a raccoon and was chasing people in some national park. The plot was really riveting, so I didn’t want to wake up.” 

Everyone stared at Jake with concern, but Danny finally snapped back to life and held the acoustic up to him, which he gladly accepted. 

“Anyway, here’s Wonderwall,” he started to joke, but quickly stopped when he saw Danny’s warning glare. “Right, sorry,” Jake was quick to apologize. “That’s not a funny joke. Butterfly effect, right.” 

He dropped down onto his butt next to Josh and strummed a few notes. After gazing around at the people who were watching him with interest, he started to break into “Crossroads,” which made Josh groan. 

“You and your Cream songs,” he complained.

“Cream rocks,” Jake started to argue back, without missing a single note. Josh opened his mouth to protest that the song didn’t quite match the mood they were going for, but he stopped himself when he saw Dave rushing in their direction. Josh wasn’t sure what the matter could be, but from the look on Dave’s face, he was a bit concerned to hear what he had to say.  

“Something kinda weird happened,” he greeted them. Jake immediately stopped playing. Dave looked around at them and then sucked in a breath of air before continuing on. “There’s this band based in London, I’m sure you’ve heard of them, they’re called Led Zeppelin.” 

“Oh brother,” Sam mumbled. 

“Their manager heard about your set last night and their front man, Robert Plant, insisted on flying out here so he could meet you.” 

“Why?” Jake arched an eyebrow. 

“Their manager didn’t share too many details, he just said to get a car for Robert. He’s on his way here now.” 

“Should we leave?” Danny leaned close to his bandmates to conspire. Josh was quick to shake his head. He didn’t know what Robert Plant wanted; if anything, he was really intrigued why he was in such a rush to see them. 

“Why don’t you all get yourselves put together and then meet me back at the stage, okay?” Dave told them before hurrying away. 

“Are we gonna have to throw hands against Robert Plant?” Sam couldn’t help but ask. That wasn’t on his time travel bingo card. 

“No,” Josh assured Sam. “We’re just going to have a civil conversation with him.” 

Twenty minutes later, they were standing in front of Robert Plant, who was staring at Josh with a level of intensity that made his skin crawl. Robert never broke eye contact with Josh as he shifted from foot to foot. 

“You’ve got a similar sound to me,” he started. Sam automatically paled. 

“We are gonna have to throw hands against him,” he whispered in fear. 

“Now, I’m not accusing you of copying or anything,” Robert continued. Sam let out a gasp of relief. “I just find it a bit uncanny how similar you and I sound,” he said as he stared into what Josh felt was the inner depths of his soul. “We bear a bit of a resemblance as well,” Robert was on a roll now. “I apologize if this is a bit forward, but what’s your mother’s name?” 

Josh couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“You think I’m your long-lost brother or something?” 

Robert shrugged. “I always thought it would be cool to have a brother who’s also a musician.” 

“Our Mom’s name is Karen,” Jake cut in. “I’m Josh’s brother. So is Sam, over there.” Jake motioned in Sam’s direction, where he was half-hiding behind Danny.

“What’s your dad’s name?” Robert ignored Jake, still talking to Josh. 

“Kelly,” Josh replied. 

“Maybe we’re cousins or something then,” Robert frowned. “I just can’t shake the feeling that you and I are related.”

“Right,” Josh nodded. “You and I are related, but you’re not related to my brothers.” 

Once more, Robert ignored what was said to him. 

“This is exciting,” he continued on. “We can have some kind of rivalry, like the Beatles and Stones or something. I always find that I write and perform better when it’s a competition.” 

“I don’t know if that’s healthy,” Josh begged to differ. He was starting to feel uncomfortable about everything. He didn’t like how Robert was only addressing him, and how excited he was to pit his band against theirs. Even in 1969 they couldn’t shake the Led Zeppelin comparisons. Josh couldn’t help that he knew how to belt it out like Robert Plant did. That was just a god-given talent that they both had been blessed with. 

“Nonsense,” Robert waved him off. “You release an album and then we’ll release an album and we can leave it up to The Rolling Stone to declare a winner. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” 

“It does,” Jake stepped closer to Robert. “We’ve got this song in the works right now that’s really good. It should give you a run for your money” 

“Really?” Robert put his hands on his hips. Jake couldn’t help but grin since he could tell that he had him in the palm of his hand. 

“Oh yeah,” he said. “It’s like a rock opera; it’s got an acoustic intro and then it shifts to an electric fantasm with this insane guitar solo that goes on for over five minutes. Everything boils up to this huge crescendo and then it ends with a reflective, pondering conclusion.”

Jake had Josh, Sam, Danny, and Robert’s attention captured. For the life of him, Josh couldn’t figure out what his twin was trying to do. 

“Does the song have a name yet?” Robert sounded intrigued. 

“Yup,” Jake nodded. He sounded like he was doing everything within his power to hold in a loud laugh. “It’s called, um, Stairway to Heaven.” 

If Robert Plant wasn’t in front of them, Danny would have body slammed Jake to the ground for being so careless and stupid. Robert repeated the song title to himself while stroking his chin. 

“That’s got a nice ring to it,” he decided. “It’s a rock opera?” 

“Something like that,” Jake replied, trying to ignore the gestures Danny was making towards him, expressing that he was going to kick him in the shins if he kept talking. “It’s really philosophical and existential.” 

“I do like a bit of existentialism,” Robert commented. “You see? This is great, I’m already starting to get ideas. Jimmy and the guys are gonna be so happy to hear that the writer’s block is going away.” 

“Congratulations,” was all Josh could think to say. Robert was looking at him strangely again, which made him want to disappear into the folds of his oversized parachute outfit. 

“I swear we’re related,” Robert shook his head. “I’m gonna have to ask my mum about that one.” 

Josh was ready to tell Robert for the second time that he was pretty sure they weren’t related, and that they were just both white and had curly hair. Before he could though, Jerry Garcia walked by, which stole Robert’s attention. 

“Oh,” he gasped out, giving the members of Greta Van Fleet a quick, apologetic smile. “I’ve always wanted to meet Jerry.” He started to rush away, but then stopped and whirled around to face them again. 

“I’ll have my manager send you my contact information,” he said. “I need to hear more about this Stairway to Heaven song.” 

Jake gave him a large thumbs up, and then he was off. 

“Are you out of your mind?” Danny turned to Jake the second Robert Plant was out of earshot. “Why would you tell him about Stairway to Heaven?” 

“I want to be able to tell people that Led Zeppelin ripped us off first,” Jake answered simply. 

“I don’t think it works like that,” Sam squinted as he tried to think things over. “I mean, the only reason you know about that song is because they wrote it.” 

“It’s a case of who came first, the chicken or the egg, Sammy boy,” Jake wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Time travel is a tricky thing, but I just changed things so now I know about Stairway to Heaven in the future because I invented it on the spot in 1969.” 

“My head hurts,” Sam replied. 

“Or,” Danny stepped in, “we’re going to return to the future, only to find that some band called JJ and the Salty Dogs did a song called ‘Stairway to Heaven,’ and not Led Zeppelin.” 

“What’s so bad about that?” Jake asked. 

“I guess we’ll find out,” Danny grumbled. 

“I mean, if we make it back to the future,” Josh spoke up. Danny’s shoulders slumped at the reminder. Surprisingly, Jake seemed unbothered. 

“We’re bound to get back at some point,” he said, like it was nothing. 

“How can you be so sure?” Danny asked. 

“Just a gut feeling,” Jake chirped. 

From the stage, Quill started to play. Jake perked up at the music and pointed towards the stage, where some other musicians were starting to gather. 

“I’m gonna hang out up there to get a better view,” he excused himself. They watched him jog away, and then Sam looked at Danny and Josh. 

“I don’t know why he’s so optimistic about everything out of the blue.” 

“It does seem a bit out of character,” Josh had to agree. Usually Jake leaned more on the glass half empty side of things. Out of all of them (with the exception of Danny, of course) he seemed like he would have a nervous breakdown over being trapped in the past. Instead, he was socializing with the members of Canned Heat and Country Joe McDonald, laughing loud and beaming like the happiest guy in the world. 

Watching Jake, it seemed that they were all in agreement: 

He knew something that they didn’t know. 

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[myveryownfanfiction]

I’m bored. I’ve had a bad week. So I’m just gonna answer these.

What do you do for work? Currently retail. I also work comic cons. I’ve worked in a library before too.

Tell me about your first kiss. Haven’t had it yet.

What playlists do you have on your phone? A few. I have one that’s a cowboy emoji for Jensen ackles and Christian Kane. I have a vampire for kiefer Sutherland and the lost boys soundtrack. I have one with a pirate flag that’s a mix of Alice cooper, Jeff beck and Johnny depp and the Hollywood vampires. I have one of just music that makes me feel good and I have another one of music I’ve just bought that I will listen to for weeks until I’m tired of the songs. And a Christmas list.

Do you like cooking or baking more? Cooking. I’ve burned myself on an oven too many times to enjoy baking.

Guilty pleasures? Uh actors turned musicians? Does that count? Sue me but I enjoy kiefer Sutherland and Jensen ackles and Johnny depp doing their new thing.

Something you regret. Not saying goodbye to my loved one. And getting an education degree.

Celebrity crush? Oh god where do I start haha currently it’s hugh grant and John larroquette. Since I was a kid it was kiefer Sutherland and Harrison ford. I’ve also been known to crush on a marvel actor or five.

How many languages do you know? Two. English and French.

Make a confession. I absolutely hate being in social situations. Parties, work, just being in places with lots of people but for some reason I am able to navigate and enjoy conventions with no problems.

What's your favorite book? Hmmm. That’s tough. Probably between three. Peter Pan and Wendy by JM Barrie. The body by Stephen king. Or one flew over the cuckoos nest by Ken Kesey.

What was your childhood dream job? Funny enough, I wanted to work with celebrities. Didn’t matter what I was doing just work with famous people. And I am.

Do you have any pets? No. But I want a husky and a black cat.

How many siblings do you have? Are you oldest, middle, or youngest? Technically, I’m the youngest and I have one older half sibling. But considering she left and basically has been cut off, I tell people I have no siblings.

How tall are you? 5’4”

What's something you're insecure about? I have muscle from years of dancing and karate. Lots of people get confused as to why I have it and makes me appear a little bigger than I am, especially when going to the doctor.

When is your birthday? 12/27

Embarrassing memory? Probably asking out my ex in the most anxiety inducing way while my friends played Disney love songs in the background

What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought? Material item would probably be my arc reactor from Disney. In terms of like con stuff, an autograph/photo op pair with kiefer sutherland.

Have you ever had a one night stand? Nope.

Have you ever been caught doing the do? Nope

A song that evokes a good memory? It varies. People are strange evokes the memory of meeting kiefer. Jesus of suburbia evokes the memory of seeing Green Day for the first time. The other side from greatest showman evokes the memory of being up at midnight dancing on tables with friends (we were sober too which was hilarious). The avengers main theme evokes Disney memories from this past October. Welcome to the black parade reminds me of meeting Kevin smith. A thousand years reminds me of my first con.

A song that evokes a bad memory? Not a bad memory per se but a sad one. Wake me up when September ends for my loved ones funeral.

Do you prefer phone calls, facetime, or texting? Texting. FaceTime with one or two people.

Your favorite pet name from your partner? (baby girl, honey, brat, etc.) my ex called me cap cuz of my love of marvel.

What's a controversial opinion you have? Y’all ain’t ready for it since it involves the beloved Taylor swift.

Do you believe in second chances? Yes

3 things you love about yourself. My knowledge of weird things. My apparent ability to get along great with people I grew up watching. The ability not to give a fuck about what people think of me.

What is something you are sure you'd NEVER do? Skydive

How different is your actual adult self from how you pictured it when you were little? Not much. I’m doing my dream job twice a year and I work in a nerd store rn.

Have you ever met a celebrity? Many. So freaking many.

Free Pass! (Ask whatever question you want to know that's not on the list)

[beauty-grace-outer-space]

Things I’ve Been Doing To Manage Stress (At Least a Little) That I Highly Recommend: 

I bought little diffusers/humidifiers for my desk and for my bedside for like $13 and I diffuse a Serenity/Stress Relief blend of essential oils every day and a Sleep Relaxation Blend at night for an hour before bed. It smells nice and it’s soothing. 

I started listening to classical music on my way to work and at my desk. There are different playlists out there for mood, productivity, focus, etc. and I really enjoy it. 

I started taking breaks at work twice a day to make a cup of tea and just sit for a few minutes. I also got an electric kettle and made a little tea station at home. Drinking a lot more tea (which is kind of like water, right?) Cannot recommend the Teavana English Breakfast tea enough, it’s my new favorite. So smooth.

I started going on daily walks again. It really does so much for your mental health. And every day on my walk, I find a stick and while I walk I spin it or peel it or whatever. Gives my hands something to do and my brain something to focus on while I just take in the nature and the sounds. It works but I don’t know why. Also on the walks there are bunnies. And sometimes dogs. I’ve met so many dogs. 

I’ve been prioritizing my comfort in situations I know make me uncomfortable. Sometimes this means paying a little extra for a better seat or wifi on an airplane because I have flight anxiety now, go figure. Sometimes it just means saying, “No, I don’t want to do that.” Sometimes it’s taking a mental health day. It varies. 

Going to be at a consistent time (usually around 10/10:30). Doesn’t mean I have to be asleep by then, but doing my routine, winding down, and physically getting into bed usually means I get tired and fall asleep shortly after. 

Prioritizing tasks. A lot of my day-to-day overwhelm comes from thinking I have to do everything in one sitting. Not so! I can, in fact, save some things for tomorrow, or the next day, or the weekend. 

Really long, hot showers. With music. And shower steamers that smell like mint and eucalyptus. And good shampoo. And the body wash I like. 10/10 would recommend. 

Crying. Sometimes you just gotta. 

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

what's body back about 👀

okay this is coming at the perfect time because tomorrow’s video may or may not be all about BB!! 👀 also reminds me that I want to make a WIP intro for it! basic info is that it’s adult litfic!

The short answer is that BB is the bridge novella between Moth Work and Feeding Habits (which was a duology I wrote a couple years ago). If you don’t know, those book follow two men in a verrrryyy complicated relationship (Lonan & Harrison). MW is all about Harrison wanting to help Lonan & realizing he has to let that go in order to progress in his own life, and FH is about Harrison needing to see him again (for closure reasons, he says. Sure).

BB is the bridge between that gap, and when we see Harrison at his worst—his “I never want to see you again” era. I wrote THIS ask about it which is rambly but still super accurate.

And here’s the logline:

It’s 2005 in Las Vegas and 21-year-old Harrison is tired of routines, of gods, of men. On a mission to move past a complicated breakup, he’s about to get recklessly indulgent--and he’s come to the right place.

I’m hoping it’ll be around 20k! At nearly 7k now, which is absolutely bonkers. I’m thinking maybe 5 chapters?

Most of it so far has been deep Catholic contemplations, lol, which has been a bit unexpected because it implies Harrison would’ve gone out of his way to study the Bible at some point before BB starts, which I actually hadn’t planned for him to do, but clearly is what he did because there’s no way his voice would know all the allusions he makes otherwise (he’s an atheist who didn’t grow up Christian).

I JUST finished chapter 2 which was about 4k and called Immaculate Mary. This chapter was mostly about Harrison’s mother, Suzanna, who he now lives with post Lonan breakup. I didn’t think she’d get a chapter tbh but I see now that I needed that chapter to trigger Harrison into his glittery downfall lol.

I’ve been sharing a lot of it on here because idk I love this app for long and complicated musings lmao but probably won’t talk much about it on YouTube in comparison to SV since it’s sooo personal.

In a lot of ways, this book is just about being 21. I had such a hilariously bad intro to 21, and it’s only seemed to get worse, HAHA, and while I don’t often get sooo close to my writing to the point where I’m exploring my own life, I wanted to capture this very real moment of 21 year old Rachel’s life. I am not nearly as much of a disaster (affectionate) as Harrison, but some of those feelings are 100% mine. It’s why this project has been so cathartic for me lmao. I’ve never felt so personal about a project before. I want to hold this one forever. Me in 10 years is going to be like wow… all good?

Music has been… the most important thing in my life for this book and I could go on and on about the playlist which I’ll eventually make on Spotify (I am ancient and still buy my music LMAO).

Thanks for asking, always down to answer more q’s!

#asks #bodyback