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coco-loco-nut · 1 month

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pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

summary: you make it your life goal to embarrass Oscar and annoy him, keeping things fun in his life

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“He’s so cute,” a girl sighs in the McLaren fan zone.

“He really is,” you smile, leaning against the barrier.

“Oh my god, hi!” the girl gasps, recognizing you from your boyfriend’s Instagram. You haven’t had social media since you were cyber bullied in middle school, so you were a mystery to his fans. It also let you go to fan zone and have fun with them. You also run a fan page for Oscar on Instagram.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind that I am standing here?” you say, holding a folded poster in one of your hand and an arm full of friendship bracelets that Oscar helped you make.

“Not at all, oh my god. Sorry, it’s just that you are so iconic,” the girl says and you quirk your eyebrow.

“How so?”

“You don’t have social media which is iconic, but all the fans know how nice you are, and you are always hanging out with us here,” one of her friends say, you nod along.

“Of course I would be here, I gotta support Papaya boys,” you smile. “Wanna help me embarrass Osc?” you ask the group around you.

“It would legit be our honor,” the one laughs, you laugh with her.

“Here,” you take off some friendship bracelets and exchange them with the girls.

“You are the best WAG,” another girl says and you blush a little, dutifully putting on each bracelet.

“I really do try. I even run a fan account for Osc,” you laugh, not revealing more than that.

“No way, that’s actually icon behavior,” the first girl says and you grin.

“Want to see the sign?” you ask, excited to show your latest sign off. Oscar tried to look but you refused to even work on it until he left the hotel.

“Yes!” you are quick to unfold the sign. Your neat handwriting carefully placed each letter just large enough so Oscar could read it.

“Omg, I can’t wait to see his reaction,” one of the fans say, the area is brimming full now, ready for the drivers to come out in a couple minutes.

“Make sure you get pictures of his reaction, he’s so cute when he’s embarrassed,” you giggle, getting ready to hold the sign in front of you as Lando walk onto the stage, excited to see what you wrote this time. He reads it and laughs, turning towards where Oscar is entering. You watch his brows furrow as he reads it. Oscar- I want to eat you up like a pastry :). The Australian’s face turns bright red as he laughs and winks at you, trying to hide his awkward embarrassment at the pickup line. It wasn’t your best, but it was the perfect amount of cringe. Lando gives you a thumbs up from the stage.

“You were right, his face was priceless,” the fan says as you watch Oscar push back his mousy brown hair before putting the hat back on. You swear you might be drooling while watching him, but you catch his gaze falling on you too.

“I LOVE YOU OSCAR!” you yell as he waves goodbye to the fans, giving you a wink. You make sure all of your friendship bracelets are given away before thanking the fans for being cool about you chilling with them. You head back to the paddock, scanning your pass, and beelining to the McLaren motorhome.

“Y/n, can I have that sign?” Lando asks and you happily hand it over.

“As long as you don’t use it to steal my man, have at it,” you chuckle as the Brit hugs you in thanks before walking away.

“Eat me like a pastry?” Oscar gives you an amused smile. “You do know my parents watch that, right?” His favorite thing about you his your playfulness, you can be serious when needed, but your teasing and jests keep his life fun.

“Oh, I know, your mom helped me with that one, the fans loved it too,” you laugh. “You did look so hot up there,” you slightly exaggerate checking him out.

“Why don’t we go back to my drivers room and you show me how you’d like to eat me?” Oscar whispers in your ear, trying to seduce you, but you resist.

“Oh, I’d probably start with the thighs, best muscle to fat ratio in my opinion. Hm, now I’m kinda hungry, what is in hospitality?” you ask, moving towards the food area. Oscar wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him as he picks you up to carry you to his room.

“Nope, don’t start things you can’t finish,” he says, clearly a little hot and bothered.

“Osc, I’m not a cannibal, I don’t actually eat humans,” you tease, not giving up on what you started. Oscar clearly had a different interpretation, maybe the right one, maybe not.

“Shut up before I make you shut up,” Oscar growls in your ear, quickly turning you on and making you drop the joke.

“Yes, Mister Piastri,” you say, knowing it’s affect on him as he drags you into his room, locking the door behind him. Oscar was a couple minutes late to his meeting, Lando holding back giggles as Oscar walks into the room.

“I see the fans aren’t the only ones who love Y/n,” Lando whispers to Oscar, who shoots him a glare. Meanwhile, you scroll Instagram using your fan page, laughing as some of them post the pic of you and the sign, the comments calling on your to reveal yourself via the fan page. You make a post about it as well just to blend in, thirsting over Oscar as well. You can’t imagine if he ever finds out about the account.

“Good luck, Osc. Drive safe,” you kiss him before he puts his helmet on.

“I am always safe,” he gives you his usual awkward smile, you smile back as he puts his helmet on. He squeezes your hand before walking over to the car. You take a seat in the garage, the headphones unflattering as always.

Your stomach drops as there is a crash late in the race, but you are instantly relieved when you realize that Oscar made in through and no one was hurt. He ends up in P2 for the race and you join the team in celebrating at the podium.

“Thank you for being my number one fan, even when you run a secret fan account,” Oscar hugs you in his drivers room.

“How? What?” you play if off but he just laughs, pulling out his phone.

“My private account follows you,” oscar laughs, and you just stare at him.

“That’s actually you? I thought it was a fan,” you quickly pull out your phone and request to follow his account, which he immediately accepts so that you can see all the cute posts he makes about you.

“Stop, Osc, you’re basically running a fan account for me,” you say, admiring his posts, including one from today of you holding the sign. You quickly type a comment that has the other drivers replying like crazy claiming that they found your secret account.

“You two decent?” Mark Weber’s voice says through the door, after a confirmation from Oscar, he lets himself in.

“Why wouldn’t we be decent, Mark?” you ask from the couch.

“I used to be a driver too, and after your fan zone sign nothing is off the table,” Mark shrugs causing you and Oscar to blush. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you great race, I will see you in a few days,” Mark tells Oscar before leaving the room again. You still aren’t sure how Oscar was able to bag the former F1 driver as his manager. Oscar yawns and you notice how tired he is, sleepy Oscar is your favorite version of Oscar.

“Alright, let’s get you back to the hotel, first loser,” you tease, helping him gather his things to leave.

“Hey,” he groans at the jab.

“You could be Lando NoWins, my love,” turning your jests onto his teammate.

“That is true,” Oscar yawns, holding your hand as he leads you to his chauffeured car.

“Osc, would you marry me if I was a worm?”

“Who said I’d marry you at all?”

“Alright, that’s it, I’m deleting your fan page,” you pull out your phone. Oscar basically tackles you in the back seat as he lunges for the phone.

“I take it back, I’ll marry you right now if you want,” Oscar pleads.

“Who said I wanted to marry you? Do I look like a worm?” you retort, putting your phone away. Oscar just sighs in defeat.

“God gives is strongest people his greatest challenges, I’m not strong enough for this,” he groans a few seconds later, the tiredness setting in.

“Sorry, baby, I promise you will get unlimited cuddles when we get back to the room,” you smile softly, holding his hand tight.

“I love you,” he whispers, his beautiful brown eyes gazing into your eyes.

“I love you too.”

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris #unhinged behavior

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mattsenthusiast · 3 months

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𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆~ Matt Sturniolo

Word count: 5330

Summary: The reader gets hired as a photographer for her favourite band. Matt can’t help but be extremely interested in the girl, which leads to him making a bold move on stage.

Warnings: smut smut SMUT, smut with plot though, BDSM; slapping, hair pulling, tying up, blindfold, pain kink, exhibition kink and breath play if you squint, sub!Matt and dom!Reader, mommy kink, nicknames, use of vibrator, oral (m and f receiving), degrading, praising, finger sucking, cum feeding, face sitting, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), p in v, the bands name being ,,The Fingerers” is hilarious

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The feeling that was flowing through my veins probably could not be described with words. One of my favorite bands ,,The Fingerers” was having a show in my city, so how could I pass such an occasion? But just being there would not give me the satisfaction I needed, since I was a professional photographer, why not send my portfolio to the venue with proposition to be a scene cameraman?

I didn’t expect much but it was always worth a shot. So when I actually got an email back saying that they would gladly hire me for the time of the concert, I was on cloud nine.

The thought of being so close to them was overtaking my mind. The show was still a week ahead, but it didn’t stop me from planning stuff the whole time. I made sure that everything was perfect- from my equipment to my appearance. Come on I couldn’t pass a chance to look my best in front of the Sturniolos. They were insanely attractive so I obviously had to reach their level if I’m going to stand next to them. Also I can’t hide the fact that I have a thing for the guitarist Matt.

And here I am now, standing in the backstage and about to meet all three of the band members. I anxiously swayed from one leg to another and began fidgeting with the hem of my skirt that reached to my mid thigh.

I was very pleased with my outfit. It was an all black, considering that it was a rock concert and I didn’t want to be too out of place with some light colored clothes. I had a corset top that was paired with the skirt. I wore a big leather jacket over it to add this outfit a little bit more personality. The base was paired with fishnets and high, massive boots that made me taller than I already was and I also added some chains to top it all.

I felt super good with the way I looked today and it was definitely a big confidence boost.

Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the door opening and saw three familiar faces in the frame. Nick was the first one to enter the room, when he noticed me there he immediately started talking to me.

,,Hey! You must be the photographer for the show, am I right? I’m Nick and these two behind me are Matt and Chris” he said while pointing to the guys. I looked at them and Chris gave me a wave and smile while Matt just stared at me with his arms crossed on his chest.

Holy fuck and did he look hot as hell. His black, sleeveless shirt was exposing his toned, tattooed arms and collarbones that were begging for me to just bite into them. He also had a leather jacket draped over his right shoulder and a necklace dangling from his neck. I scanned down and my eyes landed on his hands, his fucking long fingered and ringed hands. I was sure that one touch from them could kill me and make me never want to have anything or anyone else touch me. He looked like an absolute daydream. My gaze landed on his face and my breathing stopped for a good second, he was wearing a fucking eyeliner that perfectly compliment his features. My heart could surely be heard from across the room.

I cleared my throat to get back to reality and looked back at Nick ,,yes I’m y/n I’m a big fan of your music guys, I can’t wait to take some damn good pictures for you” I laughed slightly to seem less awkward and he smiled back at me.

Chris walked up to Nick ,,Okay so we need to set up and we’re ready to go in a few. See you there” he gave me a quick hug and walked past me. It wasn’t long until the two other guys followed his lead, but I couldn’t help but notice Matt’s eyes piercing into me as he walked by. My mind was sabotaging me with all of the thoughts that were wildly running through it.

When I turned around and I couldn’t see them anymore I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Fuck this is going to be a long night.

Since I still had a bit of time before the show starts I decided to check if my camera was working. Just as I was about to snap a test picture I saw Matt appearing from the back of the curtains. He was humming a song, not looking into my direction at first, but when he picked up one of the last speakers and turned around to leave, his stare landed on me. He stopped right in front of my camera while I hit the button and the familiar snapping sound was heard. Without any word he just walked away with a smirk placed on his lips.

I looked at the photo I had just taken and fuck the camera was working well. Maybe a little bit too good even, I couldn’t pull my eyes from the sight on the screen. His damn arms are going to be the death of me tonight. I took a deep breath and looked at my phone to check the time. There was about 5 minutes left until we have to start so I took my camera, extra lenses and batteries just in case, and made my way onto the stage.

The venue was prepared fabulously, the lights matched perfectly with the vibe of the band and a screen behind the instruments was showing a big writing that said ,,The Fingerers” in a sharp font.

The boys were already in their places, waiting for the material to be lifted in less than three minutes. Chris was adjusting the microphone in front of him, Nick was hitting invisible drums with his sticks and Matt was tuning his guitar.

I gave them one last smile before making my way to the side where I was supposed to start filming.

The curtains were being lifted as the guys started playing their first song of the night. A huge wave of screaming fans could be heard along with the music. I was glad that I had some headphones on my head because otherwise a headache that would appear later would kill me.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t looking at Matt the whole time, the way his fingers swiftly ran across the strings of the guitar was filling my mind with so many unholy thoughts. I could feel myself becoming wet and had to press my legs together for a bit of friction.

I didn’t even notice when the first song ended and they smoothly transitioned to another one. I needed to take some individual shots of them all so I made my way towards the middle, starting with Nick and his drums. I made sure to catch a good shot of him head banging to the beat and spinning his drumstick in his right hand.

I started walking backwards and turned the camera towards Chris. At that exact moment his eyes were closed as he was gripping the base of the microphone, but when he opened them he turned his head towards me and smiled. After a second his whole body was turned into my direction and he took a step closer. I couldn’t say that it didn’t make me internally screaming because it definitely did.

Then suddenly I felt someone’s back being pressed to mine. I tilted my head slightly to the side only to see Matt’s face being inches apart from mine. I bit my lips and pulled the camera’s attention from Chris to him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from the heat of the room and his eyeliner was slightly smudged as well. It was time for his guitar solo, but then he did something that I would’ve never expected. He looked right into my eyes and winked at me as he slowly made his way onto his knees, without breaking the eye contact. He flawlessly played the song while throwing his head back with his lips slightly parted.

If I wasn’t weak before then I definitely was now. I was practically fucking him with my eyes. The lust on my face was so visible and the wetness in my underwear was begging to be taken care of. The solo was coming to an end and right when he played the last cords he slightly lifted his body while still being on his knees and threw his head and arms to the back.

Not even five seconds passed when he looked back into my eyes while panting heavily and smirking sinfully. His hands made their way to the back of my thighs, right under my skirt to help himself stand up. Our bodies were so close I could feel him pressing against me. I let out a quiet gasp as he laughed and walked away, getting back to playing.

Matt was such a heavy distraction for me during the show. The glances and smiles he was sending me could easily put me into coma, but I had to stay on the ground for the sake of getting the money from my job. I was so focused on him to the point where I didn’t even realize that they played three other songs and it was time for a break. As the curtains were getting closed I started to make my way to the backstage, just to be stopped by someone. Of course it was Matt, how could it not be.

,,hey guys I’m gonna go to the van really quick because I need to get something. You don’t mind going with me, do you?” he said while looking into my eyes. The eye contact was so intense, I couldn’t even bring myself to let any words fall from my mouth so I just nodded my head. Just after I made that gesture he took my hand into his and led me somewhere to an unknown for me direction.

,,uhhhh sorry but I think the parking lot is on the other si-“ I got cut off by being pressed to a door and feeling Matt’s lips on mine. The piece of wood behind me was soon opened and he dragged me inside of the room, that later turned out to be a bathroom.

His lips were moving against mine smoothly yet so roughly. I could feel his teeth biting my bottom lip and our noses bumping together. If kissing Matt wasn’t a drug then it absolutely should be counted as one. I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. One of his hands was on my neck and the other one was grazing the skin under my shirt. We were panting heavily as my hands made their way from his neck to his hair. In the heat of the moment I pulled on it and I was cut off guard from the noise that has fallen from his mouth.

He just fucking moaned

This situation made me separate from him, as a smirk appeared on my face. ,,Looks like someone has a thing for having his hair pulled. I wonder if there’s more things that I can get out of you” I moved closer to his ear, so I can whisper to it. ,,Maybe if I slapped your pretty face then you’d enjoy it too, or if I tied you up and put a blindfold over your eyes so you’d have no control of what’s happening, would you like that? I bet you’d take it so well, like a good boy that you are. You’ve got such a innocent look in your eyes but deep down, you’re just a fucking slut, that would do anything just to have his face buried into something.” The words full of praise yet so degrading were flowing out of my mouth so effortlessly. It was easy to talk like this to a man that just looks like he could be destroyed.

His lips were open now and he was quite literally speechless. I couldn’t help but chuckled at his state and took an advantage of it and turned us around, so now his back was pressed to the door. I took one hand from his hair and brought it to his black pants. It was clear that he was already hard. As i was palming his clothed dick, my lips made its way to his neck as I started to leave wet and warm trail of kisses on his neck. And oh boy when I tell you that he was vocal. His moans and whimpers were music to my ears.

,,please, pleasee- fuck” he struggled to speak ,,If you don’t stop soon I’ll cum into my pants ma, please” he was begging so beautifully and it only encouraged me to keep giving him pleasure.

,,hmmm but you’d like that baby. Getting all dirty in your underwear and then having to get everything done for the night with that mess. You’d feel and remember what I did to you and then at the end of the day you’d beg me to take care of that for you.”

,,I get all wet just by imagining you like this. Fuck I wish I could just ruin you right here and now, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. Every time I’ve watched your shows I would touch myself to the image of you and your dick poking out. Do you get turned on by performing? Do you come just from the sensation of being watched and praised?”

,,mfm fuck, yes” he whimpered painfully and he broke the eye contact.

,,yes what? You need to address me properly slut” I added and harshly grabbed his face, so he was looking up at me.

,,yes ma’am, yes I do find pleasure in being watched, please fuck I can’t take it”

I only smirked at this and went even faster. All I could hear from him were broken noises, that he couldn’t even try to keep in his throat. I stopped touching him for a moment, just to unbuckle his pants, but just as I was about to do it, we heard a knock on the door.

,,hey guys I heard a noise from there and just wanted to check if everything is alright? We’re about to get back on stage” a familiar voice asked. It was one of Matt’s brothers- Chris. I looked at the man in front of me and smiled mischievously. I started to palm him again and mouthed to him to be a good boy and answer his brother.

,,yeah- mmmm, yes we’re about to get out just, fuck, just give us a minute” he sounded so pathetic, barely being able to keep those louder noises in. All we heard was unsure hum of agreement and then a fading sound of footsteps.

,,you did so good, now we have to go back. But first let me just” I took a step back for a moment and reached under my skirt. When I found two strings on my hips that I was looking for, I pulled them down, making my panties go down my legs. Matt’s eyes widened as I stepped out of them and put them in the air to give him a better view ,,now you’re going to take care of them since I was so good for you.” I demanded as I put the piece of fabric into his pocket. A visible blush was place on his face and the bulge in his pants looked even more painful now.

,,Come on sweetheart, you have a concert to finish” I pet his shoulder, giggled slightly and started to make my way out of the room. He took a deep breath and followed right behind me like a lost puppy.

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It was time for them to play their last song of the show. The lights were flickering, only adding the sensuality to this already arousing situation. The heat of the crowd make sweet drip down my neck and the dirty lyrics that were sang by Matt now were going straight to my core.

The fact that I didn’t have my underwear on was not helping at all. Besides the fact that I had a strong urge to just touch myself in front of all of those people, I found my gaze wandering to the place where I put the lace fabric. If you looked close enough, you could easily spot them in Matt’s left pocket, peaking just a little bit.

Oh I’m going to fuck this man so well after this ends

The minutes that felt like hours were passing by, when the finally awaited moment came. Nick played the last beats of the song on his drums and right after he finished, the fans went crazy. They were screaming and cheering for their lives, and I’m not going to lie that if I was there I would be doing the same. The boys lined up to bow and Matt straightened his arm to show me to go and stand with them. When I reached my destination I was met with his hand landing on my waist, putting a horny grip on it.

,,please go to the room 244. I’ll come to you right after I help the guys carry the equipment and tell them that I’m tired” he whispered to my ear and licked right below it. Just as the curtains were closing, he turned me around and tucked the card to the hotel room into my bra.

,,will do baby” I winked at him and ,accidentally’ brushed my hand against his hard on. Before he could even show me his reaction I moved past him ,,it was really nice working with you guys, you’re all amazing and I hope to meet you again in the future, you know hit me up if you need to take some pics” I sent a smile into their direction and went to the backstage to grab my bag.

After taking all of my belongings I started to make my way into the room. My head full of filthy scenarios that I would love to put Matt in and just make him cry and beg for mercy. I didn’t even realize when the door of the elevator opened and I got out of it.

I admired the beautiful design of the corridor. And holy shit, it must be expensive to rent a hotel here. The floor was decorated with beautiful, red carpet and the walls had multiple paintings on them. The frames were shiny and gold, just like the knobs on the doors. It took me a few seconds before I finally saw the number I was looking for. Gorgeous 244 was visible on the dark wood and I pressed the card that Matt gave me to the small screen. As it let out a quiet beep noise I opened the door and was met with darkness and a strong scent of expensive perfume and mint.

I turned the lights on and the inside had the same vibe as the corridor, golden elements and red, silky sheets. It was extremely spacious and had a big window that led to the balcony. There still was enough privacy though, because I was on the sixth floor. The king sized bed was facing a huge mirror with a shelf right next to it.

I kept admiring the space for a few more moments before I heard the door open. I was met with the sight of Matt, his make up smudged from the sweat and his hair a complete mess. He leaned on the doorframe with his arm crossed as a made a ,come here’ motion with two of my fingers.

He immediately obeyed, his eyes never leaving mine. As he was right in front of me, I grabbed his face and put my lips on him. The kiss even hotter and more desperate than before. He was grinding against me for some friction and lord I could already feel how huge he is.

I didn’t want him to get too confident though so I led him to the bed and pushed him, so he was laying on his back. His pink lips swollen from the previous make out and all I can say is that he looked like a wet dream.

,,I can finally have you all to myself sweetheart, spread out just for me and fuck you look so good on red” I couldn’t even hide my neediness, I was hungry for him and I knew that he felt the same way.

,,don’t think that it would be that easy though Matt. I’m so glad that I prepared myself and took more of my equipment, not just the camera” I took my bag that I put on the floor next to the bed and started to pull out ropes, blindfold, lube and a vibrator ,,it’s not much but once you come to my house with me I’ll make sure I treat you even better.”

With that being said I made my way on top of him, his lips immediately chasing to mine but I stopped him.

,,no touching baby, unless you want me to add more to your punishment, because of the shit that you pulled on the stage. You teased me with no permission and expected me to do nothing? Now be good and take your shirt off for me” I warned and I could see his eyes growing even darker with lust. He lifted the material from his chest and threw it somewhere across the room. I could see his whole body tensing from under me, flexing his slightly toned arms.

After admiring him for a moment, I took the long roped and put his hands to the bed frame. He gladly let me do it, not protesting once. A beautiful knot was being made on his wrists as I finished my work with a little bow.

,,is this okay love?” I made sure and kissed his neck.

,,yes it’s incredible, it feels incredible. Please make me feel good mommy please I need it. Need it so bad”

My eyes widened at the new nickname that fell from him but I wasn’t complaining. It got me a new wave of confidence to pleasure my boy.

,,poor baby, all worked up and I didn’t even touch you. The way you’re so sensitive is so pathetic yet so hot you have no idea. You were made to be used by me.” With that being said I slapped the side of his face. He was clearly caught of guard but the noise that me let out showed that he really enjoyed it.

,,now I’m going to put that blindfold over your eyes. You’re not going to be able to control anything and you’ll just lay here and let me have you however I want. Is this okay with you?”

,,yes you can do whatever you want. My body is all for you fuck” he whined out.

Nothing else had to be said and I tied the fabric around his head, making sure it’s not too tight but also puts some pressure.

,,if it gets too much just say ,red’ and I’ll stop. Otherwise I’ll just keep going so remember it baby” I kissed him one last time before staring to unbuckle his belt.

I was doing it slowly on purpose to keep him worked up. I then moved to his zipper and pulled it down with a harsh motion, so it rubbed right against his dick. He moaned loudly at the contact and lifted his hips up for some more.

I had to push it down in order for him to follow my rules ,,If I remember correctly then I asked you not to move, you’re such a slut that can’t even control himself” the degradation was getting straight to his bulge, making it aching even more.

Finally, I pulled his pants down in a swift motion, right along with his underwear. And when I tell you that he really was big.

He was about 8 inches long and really girthy. There was a vein that sat on the right side of it. The tip was red and leaking with pre-come. The sight of his was incredibly beautiful to a point where I just wanted to suck him off forever if that meant that I could be near him.

My eyes wander a bit up to his v line and I was met with a black ink decorating his pale skin. I couldn’t help myself and started licking and sucking along it. I could sense that his sweet spot was on it by the whimper that was ripped out of his throat. I decided to mark this place with a purple hickey.

Licking my way down to his thighs I was getting so close to where he needed me yet so far. He was tugging on the rope from impatience and neediness and I found it extremely amusing. I finally lick the side of his cock right to the tip.

,,fuck ma your tongue’s so warm, keep going please”

I chuckled and started to suck on his tip. He was enjoying it just as much as I was. I took him about half way in when I decided to reach for the vibrator right next to me. My eyes were literally glowing from the idea and I turned it up to a medium setting, putting it to the base of his dick.

His breathing sped up from this unexpected feeling and it was only going faster and faster as I put the toy to his tip.

,,please too much mmm, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop” his whole body was shaking and I just put the vibrator on a higher setting.

The screams that i was getting out of him were followed by a white liquid shooting out onto his stomach. He panted heavily as the first orgasm of the night washed over him. Matt was expecting me to pull the toy away but I didn’t. I just kept it at his still rosy tip as my other hand stroked the rest of his dick.

I knew he was already extremely sensitive from one orgasm so it would be easy to over simulate him.

,,im going to make you cum so well until you spent and dry. And then I’ll still lick you up to make you clean, do you understand?”

,,yes- yes mommy I understand please I’ll take everything you are willing to give me”

As he finished the sentence another string of cum was splashed onto his abdomen. I finally turned the vibrator off and threw it onto the bed.

Two of my fingers made its way into the pool of come and I dipped them into it. Then I brought it to his lips and slightly tapped them ,,open up for me”.

And that’s what he did. I put my digits into his warm mouth and he closed them and sucked onto my fingers, tasting himself from them.

It was definitely a sight for sore eyes. I pulled my fingers out and bent down to lick the rest of his cum from his stomach.

,,since you’ve already tasted yourself, now you have to also taste me” I made my way up to straddle his face. The fact that I already didn’t have my underwear was extremely helpful in this situation ,,put that pretty mouth of yours into good use now” those were my last words before I sat on his face. The sensation of his nose on my clit immediately made me throw my head back with a long whine. He stuck his tongue right into my core and started tracing circles over it.

He definitely knew what he was doing. I swear I could see stars from how good it felt. I started to grind onto his face, practically cutting his access to the air, which only hade him groan into me.

,,holy shit Matt you’re doing so good sweetheart, just a bit more, I’m almost done- yes yes right there” I made sure to leave little words of encouragement to let him know that he’s doing a wonderful job.

I put my hands into his fluffy curls to steady myself and he moaned. This brought me to the edge and I came all over his face.

,,mmmm baby you did amazing I’m so proud of you, made me feel so good” small whispers were leaving me as I took my time to steady my breathing. Finally, I lifted myself up to see the mess that I left on him, but to my surprise not only did his face was white but also his stomach, yes again.

,,awww did you just come from giving me head I can’t believe it. You’re even bigger whore than I thought” even tho I couldn’t see his eyes I knew he had tears in them from the humiliation. His face all red and he tilted his head to the side to hide it into his shoulder, since his hands were stuck above him.

,,ah ah no hiding there” I took his chin into my hand and turned it my way. After letting go of it I reached behind his head to untie the blindfold and take it off. ,,now listen carefully, I’m going to ride you and you’re not going to pull your eyes away from me. I need your dick buried deep into me more than anything”

With that being said I took off my shirt and bra to give Matt a show. His gaze immediately landing on my boobs and I could see his hands and mouth trying to reach for them.

I took the lube that I put on the bed earlier and squeezed some onto my hand and stroked him a few times before taking his dick and sinking right onto it.

We both moaned in unison and his face twisted in pleasure. It was already tears stained and with black make up running down his cheeks. After adjusting to his size for a moment I started moving up and down on him. The air was filled with the sound of our moans and skin slapping together. Sweat was dripping down my forehead as I went faster.

,,fuck you’re so tight around me ma I can feel you squeezing my dick” he whined out. I knew he was not going to last long because of his previous orgasms.

My hands were rubbing up and down his stomach and my nails were leaving red trails of marks on there. Those will stay on there for a long time and remind Matt who he belongs to.

With a few more moves of my hips I say his eyes roll into the back of his skull and his head being thrown back. The feeling of him shooting his cum deep inside me brought me to edge as well and I came right after him. I rode out our highs for a minute and lifted up from him.

,,wow that was intense” Matt chuckled breathlessly and smile was crippling onto his face.

,,I know baby, but you did so good. Such a good boy for me” I kept telling him sweet nothings while untying his hands and leaving soft kisses along his bruised wrists ,,now let me take care of you, I’ll run you a bath and you just rest here”

,,thank you so much angel. You’re incredible for me holy shit how did I even get so lucky tonight”

With those words being said I passionately kissed him on the lips and made my way to run the bath.

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I hope you enjoyed and that the grammar is not that bad😜 not proofread

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut

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Mario and Luigi: Musicians 🎶

Yesterday I came up with an idea: what would Mario and Luigi be like as musicians? I mentioned it here first, and then the amazing @itsavee4117 did some research and found out what instruments each brother can cannonically play, though they also added two more with which I totally agree. So here's the list:

Instruments that Mario can play: piano, guitar, synthesizer, xylophone, saxophone, timpani and trumpet.

Instruments that Luigi can play: violin, acoustic guitar, ukulele and double bass too!

With this, and with the ideas I had started cooking up yesterday thanks to my favorite band releasing a new album, I ended up coming up with three ideas! 😁 So yeah, this may end up being a bit long, so make sure to grab a snack or a drink before reading!

@vulpixfairy1985 @itsavee4117 @kelbreyworshipper @bberetd @pepperycar @peaches2217 @keakruiser HERE WE GO! 💖

For the first idea, since I was inspired by my favorite band (Estopa, a band formed by two brothers from a town near Barcelona), I'll be adding (mostly at the end of the first part) the links to some reference pictures so you can see where I got some of my ideas 🥰

Without further ado: let's go! ❤️💚✨

1. First idea: Band

Both Mario and Luigi have always had very good voices. Since they were little, the two would often sing for fun, and they continue to do so nowadays, especially when they’re cleaning. They put on their own concerts with their broom and mop and do their own dances. When they live in Brooklyn, their family often joins them, and they all sing together while cleaning, but Mario and Luigi's voices always stand out. In the Mushroom Kingdom, their neighbors Toads always delight in listening to them every time it's thorough cleaning day in the brothers' home.

They both start playing different instruments just for fun. Mario, being so frisky and energetic, wants to try everything, which is why he decides to learn to play not one, but several instruments: piano, synthesizer, saxophone, trumpet, electric guitar, timpani and xylophone. It seems a lot to take on, but all it takes is for someone (aka his father) to tell Mario that he can't play so many instruments for him to put all his efforts into learning each and every one of them. The result? He's pretty good at them all, with piano, electric guitar and trumpet being his main specialties. And his favorites, too.

In Luigi's case, he wanted to focus on a single instrument, his favorite: the violin. He started practicing at a very young age and has been practicing every day since then, only missing a few days for reasons of force majeure (a family problem, something that triggered his anxiety...). When he takes up the instrument again, however, he feels better and calmer, his anxiety and problems disappear with every note he plucks on its strings, and he always feels the music so deeply that he doesn't even realize that his melodies hypnotize and enrapture those who listen to them. He always ends up all flushed and overwhelmed when, after finishing a piece, he realizes that he’s the center of attention.

He began to try his hand at the guitar in his teens, after listening to Mario practicing with the electric guitar. He opted for the acoustic, however, softer and gentler, and has become a great guitarist. Also, for fun, he tried the ukulele and liked it quite a bit, and he's also made his first steps on the double bass until becoming very good at it. He's always open to trying new string instruments in the future. They're his specialty and his favorite.

At some parties and family events, the brothers have shown off their skills with their respective instruments. On more than one occasion, they have joined on an improvised stage, Mario with the electric guitar, Luigi with the acoustic, and have sung duets of some of their favorite Italian songs to the delight of their whole family.

Shortly after arriving in the Mushroom Kingdom, as soon as Peach finds out that both brothers are quite good musicians, she immediately asks them to play in some of the typical festivities of her kingdom. Both are reluctant at first, shy and insecure, but in the end, Mario, always willing to please his beloved princess, finally agrees. He brings all his instruments from home and dedicates a whole private session to Peach, wanting, without really realizing it, to impress her with all the instruments he can play. And Peach is indeed super impressed!

Luigi, being more insecure and not wanting to be the center of attention, is much less willing to agree to the princess' request, and she, always so kind, does not press him, respecting his shyness. Mario, on the other hand, tries to convince his brother: with a soft and comforting voice, he tells him that it will be just like changing audiences, since, instead of their family, they’ll have the inhabitants of the Mushroom Kingdom being amazed by their music. And, of course, Mario will always be on stage with him, so Luigi can choose to stay further back while Mario remains in the spotlight. "If you want to, Lu," Mario tells him at the end, a warm smile on his lips. "We can do it that way if you want, but if you're still not sure, you can stay next to Peach and watch me play."

This causes Luigi to give him a sly look. "You just want the princess to admire you," he says with a chuckle, nudging him. Mario looks at him puzzled. "What are you talking about?" And Luigi, still laughing, eventually agrees. "All right, I'll do it. I'll play with you."

Before starting, since Luigi is very nervous and anxiety is eating at him, Mario stands in front of him, puts his hands on Luigi's shoulders and calls out to him in a low voice. He slowly lifts his brother's chin to get Luigi to look at him and, once he has his attention, looks him intently in the eyes as he rests his forehead on Luigi's. "It's going to be okay," Mario tells him. "We're doing this for fun, okay? We're in time to stop if you don't want to continue."

But Luigi nods, nervous but determined at the same time, and Mario, smiling proudly, places his index finger between Luigi’s eyebrows. "Focus," he whispers to his brother in a soothing voice. "All that matters is playing music and having a good time." Luigi, though somewhat taken aback at first, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and, while Mario's finger is still resting on his forehead, Luigi reaches up and puts his index finger between Mario's eyebrows as well (reference image). They both smile with their eyes closed and take a deep breath before separating, and, with a smile and a nod, they get ready to start.

Thus begins what ends up becoming a habit: the brothers, armed with their respective guitars, get on stage together and sing their favorite Italian songs, but also different versions of various well-known and famous songs in Brooklyn (and in all of America). Peach, in time, also tells them about the most popular tunes of the Mushroom Kingdom, and they do not hesitate to incorporate them into their repertoire after rehearsing them.

As Mario suggested, he stands center stage, with all the spotlights on him. He plays his electric guitar and sings, and throws knowing glances at Luigi from time to time. His brother remains a few steps behind, standing in front of his microphone, playing his acoustic guitar and backing him up. Respecting his wishes, which Peach has made sure to communicate the Toads in charge of the lighting, only one spotlight is pointed at him.

Fortunately, once they start singing, Luigi gradually loosens up, letting himself be carried away by the music, and forgets his shyness. Therefore, both brothers end up singing equally and putting all their souls and passion into their songs. Mario, encouraged to see Luigi more devoted to music and less overwhelmed, dares to approach him. They play their respective guitars back-to-back, giving their best shot (reference image though Mario plays an electric guitar), and often share Luigi's microphone: Mario forgets his own and approaches his brother, and both, without stopping playing, look at each other while using the same mic, singing with all their will (reference image). More than once, at the end of a verse or a song, they quickly put their foreheads together before turning to the audience (reference image), a gesture that makes them feel more united and in tune, and also at peace, as they’re sharing their passion for music with their favorite person in the whole world.

I know the last picture wasn't really necesary, since we all know Mario and Luigi do the forehead touch all the time, but honestly, seeing my favorite band doing it too fills me with so much joy I simply wanted to include it 🤭🥹 A few more references:

-Mario and Luigi hugging like this at the end of a concert

-This is how I personally picture them singing on stage!

-Mario looking at Luigi proudly, putting his hands on his shoulders and then doing the forehead touch

-Mario grabbing Luigi like this to kiss him on the head

-Mario ruffling Luigi's hair lovingly

-Mario and Luigi doing a silly dance (jump to 3.37 to see it!)

So this is it! This is my favorite band and this is how I picture our beloved brothers being on stage 🥹 I think it'd be AMAZING to see them live! 🤩💚❤️

As for Estopa, in case you're curious, the older brother is David, the singer, the one with the goatee, and the guitarist is Jose, the younger brother. They're not twins, but in many interviews they've stated that they feel as if they were. They're just as close as Mario and Luigi are and I love them 🥹 (both Estopa and the Mario brothers!)

On to the second idea! ✨

2. Second idea: Classical Music

Since Mario and Luigi can play more instruments, Peach soon comes up with an idea where they can show off their other musical skills. When she organizes balls and receptions to strengthen ties with other kingdoms, Mario and Luigi are invited to liven up the evening, the former sitting at the piano, the latter with his violin in his hands. They usually start with a piano solo that gets all the applause from the audience, since Mario is really very good, but then Luigi starts playing the violin and everyone is spellbound by the sweetness and mastery of the youngest of the brothers with this beautiful instrument. Of course, Mario is always the first to acclaim him, full of pride, just as Luigi is the first to praise Mario with his piano solos.

Often, the two of them join both instruments and play beautiful classical pieces, both completely devoted to the beauty of the notes they pluck on the piano and violin. The audience is always bewitched listening to them, completely captivated, with Peach and Daisy being the first to deeply admire the brothers' artistic talents. The only bad part? That, since they’re the ones who are creating such beautiful music, they don't have the chance to dance to it with their respective princesses. Fortunately, Peach takes into consideration that Mario and Luigi will also want to enjoy the evening and not just enliven it, so she hires a talented orchestra of Toads so that both she and her friend Daisy have the opportunity to dance with both plumbers in the purest Pride and Prejudice style.

(None of the princesses knows what Pride and Prejudice is at first, but Luigi will be sure to explain to both of them what his favorite book is about, and Peach will end up reading it and loving it too. This will make both she and Luigi appreciate in greater depth every step they take in their dances with Mario and Daisy respectively).

Here, I have to say I imagine them playing a duet of Howl's Moving Castle. Yes, I know I also used that song for my Luaisy fanfic, but it's so beautiful I believe it totally fits! ✨

3. Third idea: New Donk City Festival

Mayor Pauline organizes an annual festival to commemorate the history of her city, and, since she’s not only the mayor but also a singer, she loves to sing and dance every year in front of her devoted audience. Learning of Mario and Luigi's musical prowess, she does not hesitate to invite them to join her for this year's festival, and Mario, seeing it as an opportunity to play more than one instrument, gladly accepts. Luigi, laughing at his brother's enthusiasm, agrees, again, to stay behind, this time switching between his guitar and his double bass, and also backing vocals for Pauline. Mario, for his part, asks to have on hand every instrument he can play while on stage.

Thus, when the night of the festival arrives, Luigi stands behind Pauline, with his guitar and his voice, and sometimes playing his double bass instead. Pauline often turns to him and gives him broad smiles with which she intends both to thank him for sharing his talent with her and to encourage him to keep it up.

As for Mario, he keeps switching instruments. Pauline has not hesitated to comply with his request, so Mario moves around the stage, and at each new song, he changes instruments. The xylophone, the saxophone, the keyboard, the trumpet... Mario is delighted to be able to show off such versatility and play each of his instruments according to what each song requires, and both Pauline and Luigi are happy to see him so joyful and enthusiastic.

In the last song, since Mario has already tried all his instruments, he gets carried away by the music and Pauline's voice and, still excited and energetic, runs to Luigi, takes him by the hand and drags him until they’re both right behind Pauline. Mario then begins to dance without letting go of his brother's hands, encouraging him to do the same, and Pauline starts to clap her hands while continuing to sing. Luigi, despite his initial confusion, eventually lets go as well, so that the two brothers dance together on stage while Pauline concludes the festival. The two of them, besides being good musicians and singers, are also very good dancers.

Here you can picture Mario dancing like he does in Super Mario Odyssey and Luigi dancing like he does in Luigi's Mansion 2 and 3.

(Though without the scaried face 😂)

So this is it! 😁 These are the ideas I came up with for our favorite brothers being musicians 🥰 It's an idea I honestly love and that makes my love and devotion for the Mario brothers grow 🥹

I'll definitely be including some of these ideas in future fanfics! 😁 What do you think of all this? In case you'd like to create something related to this, be my guest! All I ask is to give credits, please 🙏💖

UPDATE: Please don't miss the incredible drawings made by the amazing @itsavee4117 to illustrate two of my ideas! 🤩🤩🤩 They're PERFECT and have me screaming! 👏👏👏

#Mario and Luigi Musicians #super mario headcanons #mario and luigi headcanons #my first headcanon post #mario and luigi #super mario bros #mario bros #mario #luigi #super mario #my writing #silenzahra

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yellow-berrys · 1 year

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december boy, losing joy | sirius black x fem!reader

summary: rockstar!sirius black proposing to you, and the show that made him realise he would do it. established relationship.

warnings: none, allusions to a rough childhood and mention of cigarettes

(a/n: song in this drabble is original <3, really just a bit of prose italicised!)

“This next song is about a girl,” James fiddles with the knobs on his guitar, his voice cracking through the microphone. The crowd screams.

“That’s right, Prongs,” Sirius grins from his place at the piano, “My girl. My biggest motivation and even though she might not be my biggest fan, I certainly am hers,” he takes a swig of water.

He sweeps a glance around the arena, girls at the front drinking beer, some girls waving their undergarments at him, some guys drinking beer, some guys waving their undergarments at him. Some look envious and disappointed. Some are “awhhh”ing.

He catches your eye in the VIP box, you grinning, barely visible as you stare at him.

“And you’d be surprised that Sirius did pick up a pen and a book for this,” Remus drawls from his position at the bass.

“She’s certainly special enough,” Sirius looks up at you and winks, “Many of you might’ve heard it on the radio. Remus likes to call it “a lover’s musings” but I call it “December Boy, Losing Joy.” Yells and shouts echo as Sirius removes his earpiece. His eyes widen as he hears the noise and he puts it back in. You smile. You love seeing your boyfriend in his element.

A bra is thrown onto the stage and someone yells, “Pick it up!”

“Sorry people, but I’m taken. Remember, I haven’t done it since ever.”

“No need to be jealous either,” Remus quips into his microphone, “Loving a two year old is harder than it sounds.”

“Hey!”

“Right, boys. We good to go?” James asks.

“Ready.”

James taps a hollow beat on his guitar slowly. The audience is quiet for once, as if instructed to do so. Remus starts strumming his bass, pick moving slowly as the sounds reverberate around the room. The tune is sweet and pleasant. You tap your foot slowly to it up in the box. Unknowingly, Lily is filming your reaction to it. You look down and follow the lyrics on the little card given to you by Sirius, waiting for him to begin. His eyes are closed, light illuminating his high cheekbones. You look at him like he’s your whole world and more.

He starts playing too. The melody is a toned down version of the Pop-esque one that you’ve listened to on Spotify so many times. You never knew the song was about you, thinking it was Remus’ penning or James’ tribute to Lily. But it’s beautiful. It’s also acoustic, you think, it gives the song a certain ethereal, timeless quality. Combined with your boyfriend with his hair up, eyelashes so long, eyes sparkling, you think this must be heaven.

Sirius’ deep voice is angelic. “I was a December boy / Losing joy,” he sings. The crowd wave their phones to and fro, “Pretending I smoked cigarettes / Pretending I had no regrets.”

“Never one to be semantic / Always crude, brutal, unromantic,” The lyrics, now that you’ve thought about it, are undeniably Sirius’.

“I was stone cold / And standing on my future’s threshold,” he smiles, “I was an incorrigible man / Shortening lifespan. My excuse was that I’m young / In years I haven’t spoken my mother tongue,” the crowd sings along.

You hope the photographer they’ve hired is taking photos, because the warm spotlight illuminates where happy tears stain his porcelain skin.

“December boy / Losing joy / Saying I’ll leave this town / Never wanting to settle down / December boy / Cast iron alloy / Wasn’t one who loved enough / Always trying to call your bluff.”

“You were picture perfect / An idyllic circus,” you smile, idyllic, you had taught him that word, “Sweeping December clean / Smothering my burning gasoline / Never condescending of my ways / Lustrous, beaming gaze / What more, you cherish my past / Saying you don’t mind being my last / And you love the parts of me which I don’t / You tell me you will never leave me, you won’t.”

“I was a maximalist before I knew you / Rings on every finger, clouded world view / But you became my everything and now I need nothing more / And I told you this when you were unsure / Pretty thing / Please never leave me wondering / Where you are / I’m just a man without you, not a rockstar.”

“December boy / Losing joy.”

You sing along, reading the words, until there’s a diversion of them. You flip the card, but there are only lyrics to other songs there. The mood turns brighter.

“I was a December boy / Wearing black corduroy / Never one to be semantic / Now I’m a hopeless romantic / Not afraid of drowning in love anymore / Because my boat has arrived at your shore.”

“I tell everyone I’m going to marry you / Down Pleasant Crescent near Lover’s Avenue,” The crowd yells and shouts, “And this isn’t a proposal / You deserve one that is more than ambrosial,” he grins up at you, eyes smudged with adoration.

“And I cannot believe / Heart stealing thief / That I was once a December boy / Losing joy.”

The song goes viral. Everywhere on the internet you can see the tag #decemberboy, and the Marauders, however popular they already are, grow their fanbase tenfold. Sirius records the alternate version of the song again and he names it “December Boy, Losing Joy (Her Version)”.

The PR manager is very impressed, and gives all the boys a holiday. Remus goes home to see his old flame, James takes Lily on a trip to Honolulu and you and Sirius stay home. You’ve talked about getting married, and both of you are very keen on it. It’s just that Sirius is busy most of the time and the opportunity hasn’t ever arisen. But Sirius secretly has a ring picked out for you, one that he’s seen you look at when you think he wasn’t watching you at the mall. Lily has sent him the video of you beaming when marriage came up in his song, so he thinks you definitely like the idea.

Lily and James should arrive the Sunday after, you learn, but they’re coming home earlier. Remus is already back but re-doing his house.

Sirius comes into the room where you’re tapping on your computer, “Do you want to go on a date, pretty? The restaurant near the beach?”

Your cheeks heat up, “Now?”

“When else?” He laughs, and he’s already wearing a suit. It clings to his body in all the right ways and makes you flustered and hot. His eyes gaze at you intensely.

“Everything okay, lovely?” He stoops down to curl a stray lock of hair back. You’re still a blushing idiot in front of him, after all these years.

“Yeah,” you choke out, leaving quickly, “I’ll get dressed.”

You had bought a new dress just a few weeks before, Remus’ old flame begging you to go date night shopping with her.

You slip it on, getting ready with the aim to look date-able. Grabbing your things, you meet Sirius in the walk-in-closet, where he’s studying his ties intricately. He turns in greeting and he smiles cheesily, “Wow.” He’s blushing now too.

He picks out one that matches your dress.

“You’re really, really beautiful,” he says as you tie his tie for him.

You look up at him bashfully, “Just tryna catch up with you, handsome.”

“You don’t need to catch up with me, beautiful.”

All the way to the restaurant, he’s tense. He feels your small hand on his thigh, patting him.

“You okay, Siri?”

“Yeah.”

His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, and his knuckles turn white.

“Are you sure, honey?”

You’re so sweet he almost wants to ask you here. Even though the ring is still in Remus’ pocket. But he forces a smile, “Great.”

Sirius is not normally this tense, but the meal is nice and he’s perfect. Instead of leading you back to the car, he pads onto the sand nearby, “You coming?”

“Shoes, Siri, shoes.”

You sit down and he takes them off for you, holding them.

“Why are we here?”

“The view is nice, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“It is.”

You bask in the worldliness of it all. You miss Remus approaching quietly and handing Sirius the ring, having mastered the art of slinking away. It’s only when you see all of your friends approaching, a camera in every second person’s hand, when you frown. You turn to Sirius. He’s looking at you like he’s infatuated, and shakily gets down on one knee, dropping your shoes and taking your hands into his. Is this really about to happen?

“My love, I love you with all my heart and I promised to give you a proposal more than ambrosial so here it is. These last few years have made me realise that I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side and let everyone else know that too. I want to love you as much as I can, and I want you to be with me in everything that I do, everywhere I go. Will you continue making me the happiest man in the world and marry me? Please?”

The delivery is short and sweet, Sirius’ way of doing things. You grin, throwing your arms around him.

“Yes. Yes!”

Sirius breaks out into a big smile, and slides the ring you had been marvelling at the other day on your finger.

He lifts you and kisses you, deep and passionate and loving. Your friends cheer.

You spend the rest of the night on the beach with your December boy, finding joy.

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violetarks · 6 months

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track 30: i'd never do that

"fuck." y/n said, wiping her eyes as she turned from the crowd, walking off the stage as soon as the curtains closed. she just... couldn't stop crying. all because of some song...

"y/n..." armin said, standing at her side. he rubs her back and takes the bass from her. the crowd continues to cheer loudly, claps and chants emerging from behind the curtains. "it's okay. c'mon, let's get you—"

they were interrupted by jean standing up loudly from his seat, storming off the stage and towards their change rooms. everyone's eye fell on him, watching his forced steps as he walked passed them all and the stage crew. eren and mikasa follow after, armin and y/n walking off next.

it was only truly a week ago that they all found out about marco's death, and having to preform to avoid any more backlash. unhappy fans ruled their twitter pages due to the postponed shows, and though levi advised against returning, the five of them agreed to come back. it was work... and they couldn't stop.

although what porco said was true, it was also true that the fans had control over their jobs. they could only enjoy their work if they had those fans. and using their friend's death as an excuse was no option. they didn't want to use it, and the fans had no right to know.

it was a bump in the road, is all.

"we did well tonight." mikasa says, sitting beside y/n. she holds her hand tightly. "you two did very well."

"i fucked up the tempo in the first song, made it too fast." jean complains, laying on the other couch.

"and i forgot my part for the whole first verse and just didn't play." y/n added in, leaning her head back.

"nobody even noticed, we didn't." eren says, sitting on the armrest of jean's couch. that may have a been a tiny lie, he definitely noticed and the looks that armin and mikasa shared on stage showed so too. armin stands nearby, pouring water for everyone. eren ruffles jean's hair gently. "you two did great. don't question it."

the two become quiet, silently thinking to themselves of what to do now. they had two more shows, two more shows and they could go home. and rest, and think, and be better.

"y/n? your phone's been buzzing like crazy." armin says, looking down at your device.

"huh? it's probably twitter. pass it 'ere." you say, holding out your hand. armin passes you the phone as you stand up, grabbing tissues to wipe your face. armin takes your spot. lo and behold, you were right. "i'm gonna talk a walk, alright?"

"don't go too far, we're gonna' leave soon." eren says as you wave your hand and leave the room.

you walk through the backstage halls until you make it outside. it's a restricted area, so no fans were there. and since everyone else was packing up the stage, you were alone.

but you unlock your phone, seeing thousands of twitter notifications and a few texts from porco. you stop yourself when you feel relieved.

when did you start feeling relieved about porco? when did he start making you feel that way?

you couldn't deny that sense of happiness you felt when you saw his picture show up on screen, though. maybe you should answer him.

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anime: attack on titan (band! au)

character: porco galliard

summary: y/n, the bassist of the band 'paradís', finds herself in middle of a 'publicity stunt' with none other than a rival band's drummer. porco, the mentioned member of 'marley', doesn't care about her at all. but they can only ignore each other for so long.

status: ongoing

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used

taglist: @makimakimi @hanmascult @ally22042000 @rozewayne2005 @keithandlevi-ontheroof @qaahnarin @queen-flower @id-rather-be-an-outsider @onlylowercase @tonysttank @a-little-pebbl @hannahalanib1 @moonshineandclearskies @aqueerincrisis @tati-the-fangirl @cheesechopchive-blog

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard smau #porco #porco x reader #porco smau #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smau #aot #aot x reader #aot smau

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slvt4tom · 2 months

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Tom x reader with anxiety

okay so i was thinking and i was like "oh i have anxiety, i know a lot of other people also have it" and usually the reader is out going and loud and blah blah blah BUT NO NOT ME OR A LOT OF PEOPLE I KNOW so i knew most people would relate so thats what im gonna do

warnings: none just fluff maybe a little angst but that's it

Description: You were at a tokio hotel concert with one of your younger siblings and their friend after the concert they made you take pictures of them with the group you guys did have vip passes which you didn't know and ended up staying longer than you thought.

If I say sister I'm so sorry but I'm trying to just say like they, and their, for the sibling but the reader is Fem I'm sorry!!

What I mean when someone is talking

P = Person

Y = You

S = Sibling

SF = sibling friend

T = Tom

If there is Georg and Gustav Ge and Gu

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You were just standing next to your sibling and their friend every close not really liking all the people and how loud it was, the plan was just for you to drop them off and leave and then come back after to get them but since they were still a younger part of the fans you had to stay with since you were older and they needed a parent or guardian there and you happen to be the only person they knew that met the age requirement.

so here you are, dreading every second of agreeing to take your sibling and their friend to this dumb freaking concert.

after a few more long long LONG hours you got dragged to the back stage by your sibling you were confused at first so you started looking around and saw the group that was on stage taking pictures with fans now and your only thought "oh goodie.." and the line was moving fairly quickly and you were just holding your siblings hand the whole time terrified and anytime someone asked a question to you guys you would just look at your sibling to answer for you.

once you guys got up there to the front of the line your sibling handed you their phone you got a little nervous because everyone was looking at you to take the picture. You take a few pictures and someone comes up to you asking

P "Hey would you like to get in the picture too?"

You nod your head kind of awkwardly and like speedish walk up to the group and you stand next to your sibling as you feel a hand on your shoulder and someone whisper in your ear

T "hey are you alright you seem nervous"?

He asks you and you just let out an awkward giggle and nod your head and then he was like bending down a bit since this man is like TALL TALL your not short you're like average height maybe a little short/tall but compared to him you're like a bug.

After like 3 maybe minutes the person that was taking the picture handed your sibing her phone back and all 3 of you walk away.

S "hey are you guys hungry can we go eat some where"?

SF "yeah im getting a little hungry"

Y "yeah umm okay how about we go there"?

You say pointing to a random restaurant, they all agree and you guys walk to the restaurant and go inside you guys go up and order your food you were the last one to order and you tried to get over it but you were kind of quiet while ordering luckily the person didn't get annoyed or anything and could hear you so after ordering you go sit down with your sibling and their friend.

You had just kind of been sitting there on your phone doing what ever and your sibling and their friend were talking and someone else walks in you didn't notice but your sibling and their friend did and they started SCREAMING so of course you turn and look who it is and it was Tokio hotel you and Tom locked eyes for a minute and he was smiling licking his lip piercing and you smile letting out a giggle and turning away all flustered and red.

Your sibling and friend got up going over to them there wasn't really anyone else so it wasn't that embarrassing to you, so you followed behind them tom was still watching you closely and when you finally looked back up at him you smiled and let out another giggle.

(I giggle a lot when something gets awkward or something so thats why I'm saying you keep giggling a lot 😭)

You notice tom walking up to you and your cheeks turn a soft pink

T "hello there pretty lady"

You let out another awkward giggle

Y "heyy"

T "did you like the concert?"

Y "yeah! I did actually"

T "oh that's great im glad you enjoyed it"

After a few more minutes of you guys talking tom asked for ur number and you said yes ofc!

Honestly it was late and you didn't feel like getting on a bus/driving home so you where talking to your sibling about that and her friend and tom over heard and offered for you guys to stay with him and the rest of the band at their hotel.

T "hey you know you guys can stay with us I promise none of us bite"

S "really? You would let us?"

T "ofc anything for this beautiful lady and her family"

So the group took you and your small 3 person group to the hotel that they were staying at they asked for another room but the front desk person said that they were full so you stayed with tom in his room and your sibling and their friend stayed in Gustav and Georgs room and then bill, Gustav, and Georg all stayed together in a room.

You and tom got closer that night. You told him things and he told you thing some of it was personal other stuff was just funny but all that matters was you warmed up to him and he got to see your true goofy side.

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that was so cuteee lmk if I should make a pt 2 and I'm soooo sorry for not posting also if I called ur sibling a she or sister or something my bad I don't think I did but lmk if I messed anything up I'll go threw and change it hope u have a good day/night/evening!! 💋

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel smut

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 1 year

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[CN] Victor’s My Overflowing Heart SSR (Event Prologue + Day 1)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

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【Prologue】

The afternoon sunlight streams in through the bay window, illuminating the tiny specs of dust floating in the air.

I stand in front of the oak bookcase, hefting my feet up to look at the photo album on the base.

MC: Mm… this one is the thickest, so let’s choose from here first.

Recently, Victor’s Aunt Grace sent several photo albums in which are stored some photos from the early years.

It turned out to be a timely arrival just when I was thinking about enriching the photo wall, and these “times” frozen in frames from the olden days have become my first choice.

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[Tidbits]: The photo wall reference is from their “Assimilating the Light Date,” where MC put up a photo wall at their home with supreme efforts~ 🥺💖

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Most of the photos in the album are landscapes, and only occasionally does the owner of the photo album appears with an unsmiling expression.

However, when I turn to one of the pages, my fingertips can’t help but pause.

The photo is set against a backdrop of serene bluish-green waves and unfolding lush tree branches, with the scenery revealing a gentle elegance and beauty in its tranquility.

In the center of the scene, a Victor of younger facial features sits in a small boat, with ducklings and deers parading in the water behind him.

MC: Why does the landscape in the photo seem a little familiar…?

MC: [calling out to him] Victor––

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I pick up the photo album and head to the study to look for Victor. He looks up from his work when he sees me, nodding.

Victor: What is it?

I turn the album over for him to see and point to two pages.

MC: This place seems so familiar to me, but I can’t remember. Do you remember where these photos were taken?

Victor: It’s a scenic spot on the outskirts of Loveland City. Aomori Water Forest.

Victor answers with just one look.

Victor: I went on a trip to Aomori Park when I was in college, and these photos were taken by my classmates.

MC: Case solved! No wonder I felt it was familiar. I’ve been here too!

MC: Moreover, I also went there when I was in college!

Aomori Park is not a popular tourist attraction. Who could’ve thought that we both actually visited the place at the same stage of our lives before we got to know each other?

At the thought of this inadvertent destiny that brought us together, my heart feels light as a feather to its core.

A thought suddenly comes to me as I gaze at the Aomori Park in the photo album. Thereupon, I hold out a hand to Victor, making an invitation with burning eyes.

MC: Victor, since we’ve been to the same place at different times…

MC: So now, how about we renew this special destiny and go to Aomori Park for the weekend?

Hearing my exaggerated wording, an imperceptible smile lifts the corners of Victor’s eyes.

Victor: I have to attend a confined environmental summit this weekend.

The picture of the short trip I constructed in my mind just now disappears instantly, and I let out a low sigh.

MC: I see… how long will you be gone for this time?

Victor: More than ten days, less than half a month.

Victor draws out a wet towel and wipes away the fine dust staining my hands from sorting out the photos, the corners of his lips slightly lifted.

Victor: However, the location of the summit happens to be in Aomori Park. Once the conference is over, we can advance with your “proposal.”

The corners of my lips can’t help but rise wildly as I hug the photo album, lowering my head and nuzzling against his shoulder.

Victor’s eyebrows slacken slightly. With an imperceptible smile, he reaches out and unfurls my fingers, squeezing them gently.

Victor: This happy?

MC: Of course! This is a special “nostalgic trip”~

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To-Do List (for Victor, from MC):

1. Pay attention to combining the work and rest balance.

2. Carry my special insect-repellent scented sachet with you.

3. Take some nice photos in passing.

4. Find a delicious venison restaurant.

5. Draw up a brief itinerary of a few days to have fun on our wetland tour.

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MC: This being the case, we cannot do without the “love note.” CEO Victor, you must remember to complete it this time too!

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【Day 1】

Victor has set off early in the morning to leave Loveland City. When I wake up, a familiar aroma from the dining room transmits to me.

The sausages, grilled to a golden brown, and the eggs, fried on one side until half cooked, are softly laid out on a plate decorated with fresh vegetables.

The familiarity of the plating, the exquisite pairing of the food, as well as the delicacy that blooms on my taste buds, makes me curl up the corners of my lips.

MC: [to herself] Time was clearly very pressing when he left early in the morning. When exactly did he make breakfast for me?

After breakfast, I go into the kitchen and find the to-do list he has left me posted next to the dishwasher.

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To-Do List (from Victor, to MC):

1. Take Pudding for a bath and deworming.

2. Enrich the photo wall to your liking.

3. Go to the record store and pick out a few records you like.

4. Go to the movie premiere for me.

5. On the day the conference ends, meet me at Aomori Park.

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[MC’s Journal Entry]

While eating, I found that the temperature of the food on my plate was just right. I wonder if he estimated the time between when I would wake up and finish eating breakfast. The breakfast was delicious. The only thing missing was the person eating together with me across the table.

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𓆩♡𓆪 【Day 2】 : Here!

#knew it!! i knew something was up with the after evolve! CAMPUS ROMANCE WITH 李学长 it seems ajdjg😭#super emo at Victor x MC’s theme of making up for the time they missed in each other’s lives–#from elementary school tomato squad to making up for the regret of “kissing at a hidden corner of the campus late at night” to—#now we’re revisiting a place they both went to in college 😭🫶 also the little details. my heart!!!#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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herrlindemann · 1 year

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LEGACY - October 2005, Interview with Oliver

'Rosenrot' is the name of RAMMSTEIN's latest work, which will be released exactly four days after this issue of Legacy on October 28th. A top placement in the charts shouldn't be taken away from this album. Everything the band has touched has turned to proverbial gold. Where is it going, the motor ship RAMMSTEIN, in 2005? The predecessor 'Reise, Reise' was just under a year ago and questions were allowed to be asked.

After the music journalists present were allowed to listen to the album twice in the morning, everyone later turned up for their interview. I met bassist Oliver Riedel for an intimate meeting in private. I hope I do not disturb you? “No, everything is fine.” Already a year ago I heard - at least that's what I think - one or the other song here, which didn't make it on 'Reise, Reise' at the time. The most urgent question first: How much of 'Rosenrot' was there at the time 'Reise, Reise'? “For 'Reise, Reise' we recorded 18 songs. A total of seven songs remained, and we quickly came up with the idea of making another album next year. But seven songs is a little bit for an album! In any case, the tour plan was already in place at that time and so the idea came up that we could write four more songs in the intervening, counter-free time. It ended up being quite difficult. Really new are 'Benzin', 'Mann gegen Mann', 'Spring' and 'Te Quiero Puta'.” Oh, the Spanish song is new? I thought this one in particular was left over from the last recordings in Spain. “No, that has to do with Till's interest in Latin America. He's in Costa Rica a lot and always annoys us backstage before the concerts with his Mariachi songs. Of course, it made sense that we would also write a Spanish song at some point.” Especially in this song I find the female singing successful. This is how witches should sound! “We said to the record company: We need a deep and smoky female voice. A bit 'slutty'. Suddenly a lady from South America was sitting in our producer's studio, singing her part and then she was gone again.”

All of the songs on 'Rosenrot' seem to take a step back compared to those on the predecessor. “Most of the songs that we don't release on 'Reise, Reise' are definitely quieter ones. ‘Reise, Reise’ had to be powerful for us! The idea then was to make the new album quieter overall.” Is it the calm before the storm? Is the MS RAMMSTEIN stranded, as one might assume from the new cover, or is she on her way to new shores under full steam? “Actually, the album should be called 'Reise, Reise Vol. 2'. We quickly forgot about that title. Since we see the new album as an independent one, we needed a new title. That was a bit unfortunate, since the cover was already finished. So the ship on the cover picture is now called 'Rosenrot' and everyone can think about what it stands for. Opposites? The cold world? Where has the love gone? No idea. But the ship does not symbolize the now and us as a band.” So on the one hand both albums belong together, on the other hand they don't? "Exactly. At the moment we are not planning an actual tour with our own stage design for 'Rosenrot' or anything like that. That will certainly change again in the distant future.”

Already with the last album I noticed that everyone can now show what a good musician they are. In addition, the band itself seems more relaxed to me. “In the end we were bored at times by the old and traditional Rammstein sound. Sequencer is running, drums play 'uff uff uff', guitar and bass play the same thing too. We didn't want to do that kind of groove anymore. It is also clear that the drums are looking for new rhythms. Our real strength is certainly the 'march', but you should always do what you feel like doing. Then you are authentic.” But you obviously have more fun together than when you were doing 'Mutter’, right? “Absolutely! 'Mutter’ was our darkest chapter. After a long time of touring we were at our limits, there was a real imbalance in the band. For example, it's nice now that Richard can make his solo record. There he can express himself musically in a way that he would never be able to within the band.” Was the band ever near the end? “No, it was only briefly put on hold. However, we quickly became aware of what we had already achieved and how the band can be missed.” Like in a marriage? "Somehow. But in a marriage, it's rare to just take a break. The positions are probably a bit harder.” How often do you bother? “If the points of contact allow it. Paul and I have children of the same age - that's where you meet. During rehearsals we see each other every day, on tour sometimes only in the evening and Richard is in New York right now — that's why you don't see him at the moment.” So more like a meeting in the living room. You come and go and if someone is there, then you are happy. "Exactly.”

'Benzin', the first single with a brutal video, fits like a glove to the current oil crisis. But it could also be a biker song. What does ‘benzin’ stand for exactly? “This is certainly a multiple topic. But fire is actually a part of our band history. It has been with us the whole time. Paul just went to Till and said 'petrol' would be a cool word. Can't you write a text about it? And that's exactly what Till came up with when he heard this word.”

'Mann Gegen Mann’ apparently has a same-sex background. It should be great when thousands of metalheads sing this song together at concerts. Because actually, in the metal scene in particular, prejudices are extensively cultivated. So why this topic? Is it just about the taboo or breaking it? “We don't want to discriminate against gays. The song is more for gays. We simply wanted to take the weight off the topic and make it more natural.” What should the fan take away from this song? “A normal understanding of the other.”

For example, the lyrics to 'Ein Lied' would force me to write a proper rock number. Then this piece turned out to be extremely quiet, with a nasty kid melody. How did music and lyrics come together here? “The lyrics are always hanging on the wall in the rehearsal room or studio and 'Ein Lied' was created in just 10 minutes. There was the riff, Till took the lyrics and sang. We recorded the piece and it was done. The text of 'Mann gegen Mann', on the other hand, already existed in the ‘Mutter’ times, for example.”

I could already read it in advance: the Brothers Grimm and Goethe connect in 'Rosenrot'. For me actually - as far as RAMMSTEIN is concerned - it is somehow obvious. “The news naturally wants to give us a level or a depth that we don't actually flirt with. Till has always used this old and romantic form of verse. That's why he doesn't just deal with the Brothers Grimm or Goethe all the time.” Are Till's texts untouchable? “Nothing is untouchable. If someone in our company spends a long time grappling with an issue, they are of course anxious to push it through. But it can also lead to tunnel vision and we only try to correct that a little. A lot of people had to listen to that.”

'Spring' not only has a wall of guitars, but also lyrics dealing with the topic ‘boss’ or 'the mean mob'. Is there a connection to the band? Is the song a criticism of the mob who are on the prowl and treating others unfairly? That's how RAMMSTEIN went before. "Clearly. The mob creates its own creature. He wants to push you in a direction. Therefore you are right.” Looking back, let's take the discussion about your first cover. “We hadn't dealt with this topic before. We were naive. Of course, that was good for us in the end. Otherwise our own aesthetics might not have come about at all. The discussions about Rammstein have never hit the core, but only aimed at the surface.”

'Rosenrot' masterfully knows how to damage surfaces and perhaps also penetrate deeper to the core. The ice has broken and the MS RAMMSTEIN is picking up speed again. Let's wait and see what kind of waters the men will sail into in the future. Perhaps sails will be set, perhaps there will be kerosene propulsion. You can be curious, because this band always causes discussions between love and hate. Where would the (music) world be today without RAMMSTEIN?

#Rammstein #Oliver Riedel #Till Lindemann #Paul Landers #Flake Lorenz #Christoph Schneider #Richard Kruspe #interview #translation #2005 #*scans #*

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years

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SSR Jack Howl Port Wear Personal Story: Part 2

"I gotta get over there, fast!"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Crane Port – Pier]

[rabble, rabble]…

Jack: Mr. Manager… Oh, wait, I mean, Mr. Project Leader. Thank you for your hard work. It's getting pretty crowded here, huh.

Restaurant Manager: Yep. Looks like some of your schoolmates, and other early morning customers all have been posting stuff on Magicam.

Restaurant Manager: Everyone who saw the ads for the food stands, or the pictures of the Port fest, are coming over to the venue in droves.

Restaurant Manager: Kind of feels like most of the people who live here on Sage's Island are all gathered here, doesn't it? It's really spectacular.

Jack: So everythin's going smoothly so far, then. Glad it's getting heated up already.

Restaurant Manager: Yeah. There haven’t been any huge issues yet, either. There's only been a couple instances of people looking for the lost and found.

Jack: Lost and found… Oh, right. On the way here, I found a stuffed goat plush and a keychain shaped like a rudder…

Jack: And, I also picked up a real paper-thin wallet that smelled of perfume, so I brought that too.

Restaurant Manager: Thanks. I don't think… Yeah, neither of these have been reported missing. I'll keep them here at headquarters until the owners arrive.

Restaurant Manager: By the way, how is your food stand doing? Think you guys'll make any money?

Jack: Yessir! Just a little bit ago, we even had a long line of people waitin'!!

Jack: That's why I tried to help take orders too, but…

Restaurant Manager: Hm? What's wrong? You seem a little deflated.

Jack: I think I scared the customer a bit. I was just trying to serve them just like everyone else was…

Restaurant Manager: Gahahah! That's true, you don't really have any sociability, and you're huge and intimidating, y'know!

Jack: Hey, don't laugh! I'm hoping to be able to get a little better at it, at least before this Port Fest ends.

Jack: At your restaurant, I did a ton of heavy lifting, and helped out around the kitchen, yeah…

Jack: But now I wished that I had also waited on customers on the main floor

Restaurant Manager: I get that you want to have as much experience as possible. But honestly, I don't think it's really that important for you to force yourself to be friendly, or anything.

Jack: Huh?

Restaurant Manager: I've hired many students part-time over the years, but you're probably the only one who was never late or absent without notice.

Jack: That's how it should be, no one should be late or absent without sayin' anything.

Restaurant Manager: And also, you always took the initiative to help restock seasonings, and carry the delivered ingredients to the warehouse.

Jack: Well, yeah, because I was there to do that kind of work...

Restaurant Manager: Hahahah! So, yeah, that's why I chose you as the leader for the committee, because I believed in you.

Restaurant Manager: Also…

???: Hey, y'all're in my way, move!!

???: Excuse you, don't cut the line!!! We've been waiting in line for four hours now!

Jack: Looks like something's going on over near the ship stage. I'll be right back!

Restaurant Manager: Whenever Jack was on shift, we never had to deal with any customers that would raise their voice or start a fight.

Restaurant Manager: If that guy's around, this kind of trouble is sure to be solved quickly. He really is a reliable kid.

[Golden Straw – Deck]

[rabble, rabble]…

Jack: Woah, this is a huge crowd. I gotta hurry and find whoever was yelling earlier.

Jack: Excuse me, I'm a member of the Port Fest executive committee. Please make way!

Female Attendee A: Ugh, I just can't believe it! We've been waiting in line since this morning to get the best seats to watch the show…

Male Attendee A: Hah, you just won't stop yammering! Just calm down and wait for the show to start, already!!

Jack: I hear some arguments all the way at the front of the line… Is that loud guy the one who cut everyone waiting?

Attendees: That's right! We were all waiting as we should, and he just…

Male Attendee A: WHADDYA SAY!? BETTER NOT BE SLINGING LIES ABOUT ME OVER THERE!!

Attendees: Urgh…

Jack: Not only does he cut the line, but then he has the nerve to threaten everybody… Does that guy have no common sense at all?

Jack: Hey, you. If you want to watch the show, go back to the end of the line.

Male Attendee A: No way. It's these idiots' fault for letting themselves get cut off.

Jack: Haah? No way it's the fault of the ones you cut off. If you're gonna keep causing a fuss, I'm gonna have to bring you back to the committee headquarters!!

Male Attendee A: Ugh, shut up alrea… Eeek!? S-Sorry!! It was all my bad, I'll go to the back of the line right now!!

[runs away]

Jack: What the hell was that? He just took one glance at my face, then ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. He shoulda just listened in the first place.

Female Attendee A: That was so intense! Thank you, Mr. Committee Member, sir! Thanks to you, I'll be able to cheer on my friend's performance from the front row!

Attendees: You did great! / That was so cool～!

Jack: I-I was just doing my job… Damn, even the restaurant manager is grinning at me from over there.

Jack: Th-There might be some other issues goin' on in the area. Guess I'll go make my rounds elsewhere.

[Crane Port – Pier]

Jack: Okay… Looks like there no troubles around the stage area other than that one guy jumping the line earlier.

Jack: All that's left is for me to do one more glance around the food stands and I should be done.

Jack: It'd be great if nothing happens…

???: S-SOMEONE STOLE MY WALLET―――!!!!

Jack: A pickpocket!? Damn, one thing after another.

Jack: I think the voice came from the Sea Breeze Market. I gotta get over there, fast!

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

#twisted wonderland #twst #jack howl #twst jack #twst translation #twst port fest

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 11 months

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Vee honey?? If you're ok with me still sending in some thoughts/thots, might I?? I really, really need to start screaming about Professor!Bob again, it's been sitting in the back of my brain for far too long.

Yours and Bob's home has always been a place of deep creativity. Since Bob's a professor of art history, he's really passionate about what he does and tries to impart that to his students. He's even a painter himself and you've been his muse countless times.

During the summer, he's painted you in the back garden, sometimes as a figure from Greek Mythology or a character from a fairy tale. When the kids started to appear in the family, they too became his inspiration. Your favorite painting in the house is one of when you brought your daughter, Deidre, home and she was asleep in her little wicker sleeping basket on the picnic blanket while you had woven freshly picked wildflowers into the straw.

Your older sons are also regular artists as well. Bob will sometimes set up finger paints or watercolors for Auggie and Patrick to use. They've created some really wild pictures which Bob readily hangs up in his office at the college and which you keep on your desk at the school where you teach.

Your house is always readily full of music, doesn't matter what era or what artists, you and Bob fully believe that the kids need to hear good music. You were really surprised when Auggie wanted to take up piano and Bob was always eager to teach him. You would think that Bob would be a stickler and teach him how to play Beethoven or Schubert (of course he did, no doubt) but Bob was a die hard fan of the movie soundtracks that Hans Zimmer has written and taught Auggie how to play those first.

When Auggie grew up, he took up playing the violin in an orchestra because he inherited his father's deep love of music. You, Bob, Patrick, Deidre and Rudy all were in attendance at the theater that night along with Bob's parents since they were doing a tribute to Hans Zimmer. Auggie's fiancé was also a part of the choir and got to be on stage next to him. Bob was almost in tears when he saw his son and future daughter-in-law on stage together as the group performed Chevaliers de Sangreal from The Da Vinci Code and a whole bunch of others. Bob again almost lost it when they did Now We Are Free from Gladiator and when they did The Lion King? Forget it, Bob was one of the first people to stand up and applaud his son.

I'm so sorry this got lost in my inbox!!!! 😭💖 But thank you so much for sending it in!

Bob would definitely be the most supportive parent ever, regardless what his kids wanted to do. And while he would never push his own interests on his kids, he would take extra pleasure if/when they followed in his footsteps or picked a career in a related field.

#thanks!#friend ask #bob #robert bob floyd #imagines #bob imagines

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ballet-symphonie · 11 months

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Mariinsky Asks

I was wondering if you've seen the pictures and videos of La Fille du Pharaon premiering at the Mariinsky. I've been waiting with trepidation. I have the video of this ballet staged by the Bolshoi and their make up was very problematic, to the say the least. Especially Aspiccia's maid in full on blackface. I don't think I've managed to watch the entire thing because it REALLY bothered me.

I was very pleasantly surprised with the costumes at the Mariinsky! Such stunning costumes! Probably their most beautiful. I didn't see the entire thing but, from what I've watched, no blackface to be seen and I breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully this is a first step in the right direction. Maybe next thing they'll be changing around some other makeup in other ballets? (Especially in The Bayadere, I have to skip the entire part featuring children) Baby I steps? cannot speak for the cultural appropriation and aspects of Egyptian culture being used because it's not my place to but I'd be curious about it, too.

Sure its better because there’s no blackface but that’s the lowest bar ever. I’m not sure this is a ballet I’d really want to see. It’s not dramatically captivating, and some of the variations just look downright uncomfortable to get through (unless you’re Kimin Kim). I personally didn’t like the costumes, for how much money they must have spent, they looked a little tacky and overly shiny to me. I have also read reviews saying this ballet REALLY dragged with excessive pantomime. Like its 3.5 hours long- absolutely obnoxious. Haven’t found many clips of the pantomime, obviously because no one is interested. It is an interesting concept of reconstruction, but it almost feels like something that belongs in a museum and not on stage.

Hey, Ale, first of all big love to you for your great blog 🫶🏼 Concerning Anastasia Plotnikova, I feel like she’s kind of become the 2020 graduate with the most featured roles at MT. Others like Valeria Bespalova and Lizi Avsadjanishvili (before she left) seemed to stand out more at Vaganova. Still, Plotnikova seemed to get more soloist parts that seem to lead the path to promotions for new graduates (shades solo, odaliaques solo, variation in Paquita) while the others didn’t. I think the biggest part she’s gotten is the Queen of the Dryads. I don’t know if that’s considered a principal role? But I think at least a big soloist role? :D I just think it’s interesting how things for the 2020 class are working out. They are the first Vaganova class I followed as students already and to me, it seemed that they would take over the theatre like Khoreva and friends, only that their year had even more red diplomas. I was a bit surprised that it seemed that they were given opportunities so much slower than at least the 2018 year. I’m really interested in hearing your thoughts on the 2020 graduates, especially because I thought it was so fascinating that 5 girls danced Masha in the Nutcracker, when only two years later no girl in the graduate year was deemed good enough.

Plotnikova has definitely adjusted to professional life better than expected and is certainly making the most of herself and separating herself from the rather mediocre classes from 2020-2022. Queen of the Dryads is a good step forward. I theoretically would worry about her getting pushed aside for the 2023…but since the ‘big 3’ are all going to BT, I think we will be seeing more of her.

A red diploma doesn’t guarantee anything. There are girls who are soloists without one, and there are girls who are sitting in the corps for life with red diplomas. It’s important to remember that the diplomas take their dancing and their academics into account. For example, Elya Sevenard doesn’t have a red diploma. You need one to work in the theater of course, but that’s it.

Regarding the VBA’s Nutcracker casting, I truly have no explanation. Principal roles in public shows should be kept for the strongest students of the graduating class. Not juniors with 2 more years left and certainly no poaching MT boys.

What did you think of Bulanova’s recent black swan pas? I’m not sure she’s quite ready for a debut, although her turns were great as usual. Tbh I’d be more concerned about her odette in this case, but I’m hoping to see her in more classical leads. I really hope she debuts kitri soon, and i dream of seeing her as aurora although that probably won’t happen anytime soon lol

O/O is not a walk in the park and I don’t think she’s ready. Shakirova, who is also very much not the O/O type, found her technical shortcomings front and center in the White acts. I don’t think Bulanova would be any stronger honestly. I’d think about giving her a shot at Kitri, but I think she’s even worse suited for Aurora than O/O.

It looks like as of 4 April Mariinsky finally promoted some of their men, Roman Belyakov and Evgeny Konovalov are now first soloists! Also a couple of Tsiskaridze´s boys are now coryphees too

Took them long enough, it’s what they deserve.

Is it just me, or Lukina's dancing seems a bit "jerky" to me? Like I never feel comfortable when watching her, especially during more technical choreo like the Medora variation, etc. I feel much better watching Bulanova, but it seems that Lukina will be promoted first. Thoughts?

Lukina is generally not the strongest technical dancer and has had a string of injuries resulting in tendencies to be tentative with harder choreography. However, she is known to have powerful people pushing for her in the theater in addition to a comparatively better physique. On the other hand, Bulanova is seemingly fearless and will dive head first into anything she’s given but is subjected to heavy typecasting and is also more limited in terms of her options for a partner.

Did Alina Somova leave the Mariinsky?

This is very old news no? But yes, she’s at Ananiashvili's State Ballet of Georgia. Her husband is Georgian and has appeared in Ukrainian benefit galas in Zurich.

#ballet #ballerina #russian ballet #ballet ask #mariinsky theatre #alina somova #maria bulanova #anastasia lukina #Anastasia Plotnikova #la fille du pharon

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"It Now Belongs To You" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 6/10: A Bluff About Bluffs Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: T Word Count: (406/10.6K) Summary: When Emma and Killian receive a pair of magic beans as a wedding gift, they take a voyage on the Jolly Roger for their honeymoon- but a wrench is thrown into their romantic getaway when they run into a notorious pirate who's staked a claim on the Jolly Roger. Chapter Summary: Killian watches as Emma sets the stage for her bet with Black Beard Tags: post-canon, canon compliant, fluff, no smut, suggestive themes, alcohol, gambling, self indulgent fluff with a sprinkling of angst Author's notes: What's this? Kazzy's updatint INBTY on Wednesday? is this a fluke? Another false alarm? An incident she'll need to fire the intern for? NOPE! Mostly, this is me wanting to give you guys a little more content, since this chapter and the last one were so short. It's also a thank you to you guys for all the comments, reblogs and kudos. You've no idea how much your support means to me! (and don't worry; i'll still post on wednesday too as scheduled!) Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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Killian couldn't believe what he was watching. He could handle the loss of the magic bean, and even his third loss of the Jolly Roger. But the thought of Emma, his new bride- with the greasy pirate Black Beard- Black Beard was everything he'd tried to overcome in himself to become worthy of Emma- she deserved better than to spend even a moment with a sleazebag like him, let alone a night.

And yet, here she was, about to play a cards with a cheat so smooth, he could hold six aces and none would realize his deception.

Black Beard picked up the deck and began to shuffle, but Emma stopped him, placing her hand on the deck and partially on Black Beard's grubby hand.

"Who said anything about cards?" Emma asked. "Haven't you fellows ever played Davy Jones' Liar?"

Killian had never heard of such a game, and, apparently, neither had Black Beard.

"It's a dice game- they say Davy Jones' crew plays it on The Flying Dutchman. I learned how to play from Bootstrap Bill himself- one of few men to escape the grip of the locker."

The name "Bootstrap Bill" sounded familiar, and Killian recalled that it was the name of a character from those blasted pirate moving picture shows Emma'd made him watch.

Emma took ten dice from the side of the table, handed five to Black Beard and kept five for herself, then continued.

"A simple bluffing game- involving all the dice on the table, not just your own. Roll the dice; keep yours hidden. Call out how many there are of that number- of both yours and my dice- if I can raise your bluff, I will, and if you think you can raise that bluff, you can- but if at any point we think the other must be bluffing, we call them a 'liar' and show all the dice. Loser throws a die off to the side; last player with dice wins."

"You're on." Blackbeard said.

As panicked as Killian had been at the onset, he now realized he needed his poker face to hide his excitement. No matter how long he'd known Emma for, she always found a way to surprise him, to amaze him- and here was a bloody brilliant example. This game was all about bluffing and lying, and Emma, unbeknownst to Black Beard, had a sixth sense about lies.

Black Beard didn't stand a chance.

#once upon a time #captain swan #fanfic #killian jones #emma swan #once upon a time season 6 #post canon #fic rec #kazzy writes #black beard ouat

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weekend getaway

(Started this in Paso Robles but finished at home.) Friday night was Morgan Wade in Paso Robles at BarrelHouse Brewing Co. What a fun venue! I should have heeded the forecast of very cool temperatures because even though I was wearing a flannel shirt over a tank top, along with my Herc/Xena vest, I was COLD even before the sun went down. I almost bought an overpriced (but cute!) sweatshirt but I braved the cold and survived. It probably also helped to be surrounded by a bunch of people. https://flic.kr/p/2opnmHf We went VIP for this show, which meant a short acoustic set then a Q&A with Morgan Wade. She sang a couple of songs (sounded really good) and answered a few questions. She doesn't care for chorizos, her album is not just focused on one relationship, she's from Virginia, she has about 150 tattoos. We took group pictures (so no selfies, alas!) and then it was time for general admission to fill out the area. https://flic.kr/p/2oprTts Opener - Meg McRee - I dug her vibe and I enjoyed her songs. The guitarist with her was AMAZING. She definitely has the gift and I wish I had remembered her name! As for Meg McRee, I very much liked her set and I'm definitely leaning on getting her album. She was that good and I know I need to broaden my female artists horizon. https://flic.kr/p/2opteqA Morgan Wade - Morgan puts on a fantastic show! It's been a long time since I've been to a show where I didn't know the words to most of the songs (but the husband did, as he's the fan in this instance). I loved watching and listening to the crowd sing her songs back to her. It was great. I think I've heard all the songs she sang and she sounded as good as her recordings. Maybe even better. I LOVE when artists sound good live and she sounded great. She had a fantastic band supporting her and at the end, when she was giving some of the audience some attention, the band kept playing until she walked off the stage. I really enjoyed her show and I would see her again. She's has a raw sound that just catches your attention. Seeing her live has most definitely expanded my regard for her. She even did a cover of "Jessie's Girl," which I just loved! https://flic.kr/p/2opoVGE I ended up buying a t-shirt and baseball cap. The t-shirt is definitely mine but I think the hubby is going to take the hat. I also bought a BarrelHouse blanket so that we could have something to sit on during the show, even though we ended up mostly standing. The weather was COLD but maybe I'm glad that I resisted buying that sweatshirt. If Morgan had been selling a hoodie, I probably would have bought one... https://flic.kr/p/2oprDHi BarrelHouse Brewing Co as a venue is pretty cool. I would definitely love seeing another show there. Oh, and the beer is pretty good too. ;) We were smart and ordered a car to and from the show so that we could enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about driving and parking and limiting our alcohol intake because of the drive back. https://flic.kr/p/2opggYs Morro Bay We stayed a couple of nights in Paso Robles, so Saturday we checked out some of the sights. Our first stop was Morro Bay. We were so close to the coast and I wanted to see the ocean. The bay counts, doesn't it? It was a beautiful and crisp day and the view was very lovely at Morro Bay. It was too cold to touch the water but it was nice just to breathe in the ocean air and take in the blue skies and water. https://flic.kr/p/2opkjLR https://flic.kr/p/2opt6bt After Morro Bay, we headed to San Luis Obisbo for some pizza and beer (Woodstocks Pizza) then more beer (BarrelHouse SLO Taproom and Speakeasy). We stopped back our room then took a car to Firestone Walker Brewing Company for more drinks and for me, dessert. It was a good time. https://flic.kr/p/2opufHS https://flic.kr/p/2opebZp https://flic.kr/p/2opp3bG https://flic.kr/p/2opu1oM We left Paso Robles early Sunday morning. It was cold and super crisp and we were home before check out time. It was a lazy day.. The Best Western in Paso Robles was pretty decent but I'm glad to be back home. Leaving so early made for some lovely shots on the way home though... Shots taken along California 41... https://flic.kr/p/2opk3nB https://flic.kr/p/2opkF82 https://flic.kr/p/2opkmgQ https://flic.kr/p/2opj2ek All in all, a great little mini-vacation. Oh, and we're off from work on Monday too, so even better! https://flic.kr/p/2opmSF4 digging this look... Read the full article

#morganwade #morrobay #music #pasorobles

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I started to doubt LO and her criticism when she released the video denouncing the word Queer as a slur. Not only did that seem like a bad take, but she then proceeded to call The Rocky Horror Picture Show "Trans Blackface". I mean, it's one thing to not like the movie, but I don't think she understood the cultural significance of that movie at all. Midnight showings of Rocky Horror are where a LOT of LGBTQ+ teens/young adults (especially in small towns) could hang out safely ever since the movie came out. I'm not sure if I was the only person that felt that way when LO shit all over it.

i remember that right after that LO had a thing for insisting that all activist of the past were idiots for calling themselves queer and nobody owed them any respect because they were all problematic. i won't deny that the queer people of the past were far from perfect. but not because they embraced the queer identity on a time where they were actually getting killed or abused by authorities for being themselves. the community as a whole was (and in many ways still is) deeply racist, classist and pushed for "respectability politics" for way too long to the point that they end up putting on the side the most vulnerable people, all the POC, sex workers, poor and trans people who only had themselves to stand on, only for their labor to later be actively erased or forgotten.

ironically enough, with her "queer is a slur and anyone who reclaims it is a idiot making it harder for normal people like me to get the things we need!" she's actually the modern representation of those people of the past who would have told Marsha P. Johnson to step down from the stage because she made them look bad. not helped by the fact that Marsha was an active member of the drag community and LO also ranted about how considering drag as part of the LBGT+ community was offensive.

i guess at this point it shouldn't be surprising that LO's ignorance extends even to her own community and the people responsible for her being able to marry her wife. i had forgotten about "trans blackface", something that feels like something that is particularly not black would come up with. the thing that stayed with me all this time was she comparing queer people proudly existing as themselves with a nazi yelling a racial slur on a public space... all of that was so utterly wrong on all the ways anything can be wrong.

#lily orchard

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isdfuygvfszi I just remembered that AU where Chrysi and Azure were married and then Azure died and Jacks and Chrysi got married and then Azure came BACK TO LIFE... CAN I HEAR MORE ABOUT THIS

YEAH YEAH YEAH, i remember i gave a basic rundown of the au somewhere on this blog, but i don’t know where it is. so. that’s an issue.

ANYWAY, YES!!! chrysi and azure were both the it couple in ghost hunting circles. everyone was either happy for them or jealous of them. and jacks was chrysi and azure’s friend around this time (because jacks being the little accessory pet of that relationship is very funny to me)—but let’s be real, he had the tiniest crush on chrysi.

obviously he respects chrysi and azure’s relationship too much to do anything about it—plus, he’s pursuing someone else instead.

well, long story short, azure dies on one of the cases he and chrysi take on. it was a combination of bad luck, chrysi being in danger, and azure jumping in the way to protect her. he doesn’t remember anything after that because, well, he’s super dead now.

chrysi is destroyed after he dies. she’s found with azure’s body in her arms, and she’s screaming and desperately trying to bring him back to life (azure and her were trying to figure out the extent of her ghost witch powers and azure mentioned that some ghost witches can bring people back to life. clearly chrysi doesn’t know how.) jacks is ultimately the one to drag her away from azure’s body. he’s the only one that can survive her grief.

after that, jacks spends a lot of time with chrysi to help her. she’s a ghost of herself after azure dies and it breaks his heart (he doesn’t realize it’s beating. not yet. but it is.)

eventually, as the years pass, chrysi heals enough and realizes that she likes jacks back. it’s kind of a realization that dawns on both of them after they’ve essentially dated for months. like, chrysi’s making breakfast and jacks is sitting at the table while reading something, and chrysi’s like “so. are we boyfriend and girlfriend?” and jacks is like “………….are we?” i mean, he has been living there, unofficially, and chrysi and jacks have kissed before.

at that point, they start dating.

around this time, emery runs away from home and shows up at chrysi’s doorstep like “hi! you’re my legal guardian now because i can’t stand my mom :)” so their little family gains another person.

when they end up getting married, it’s a really tough decision for chrysi, since she’s still in pain over azure dying. jacks is super patient as she goes through all the stages of grief again, but he’s thrilled when she agrees to a wedding.

it’s a personal wedding. they put up all the pictures of it near the wedding pictures chrysi has with azure (they still have azure’s photos on the walls, since it feels wrong to erase him. as time goes on, it just makes chrysi feel wistful and nostalgic).

things are going great! until chrysi goes out of town and jacks is the one basically in charge of their town’s supernatural-hunting team. nobody should leave jacks in charge.

anyway, some people come back to life in the graveyard. azure is one of them.

he’s incredibly disoriented when he drags himself out of the dirt. you can imagine how fucking disoriented jacks is when he’s called out to the graveyard and sees his wife’s dead husband (and others) suddenly alive.

jacks does not handle this very well. for example: he does not tell chrysi what happened.

(chrysi’s out of town on a girls’ trip with emery and filly and luna rune. he gets the feeling that chrysi would want him to interrupt this bonding time, but he also doesn’t want to tell chrysi that azure’s alive because of this nagging fear that she’ll leave him now that azure’s back)

he instead takes all the resurrected people to a safe house and tells them that they need to stay there. then he calls simeon, who comes in, sees azure, then immediately drags jacks out of the room to yell at him. this is absolutely a situation that requires chrysi’s input.

jacks still refuses to call chrysi (DUDE!!!!) and he doesn’t let azure know what’s going on.

azure, for his part, can tell something’s up. jacks is acting really weird around him and chrysi’s not back yet. as he’s trying to figure out what the hell is going on, conni (also resurrected) sneaks out. he can’t handle being cooped up.

azure chases after conni once he realizes he’s gone.

along the way, they run into some shady individuals that might have something to do with their sudden return to life. it’s not a very safe interaction, and it ends with conni and azure making a break for it.

azure, for fear of leading them back to the safe house, takes a detour. he knows a house in this area with the same magical protections as the safe house, and it’s in the opposite direction. problem solved!

so he breaks into his old house (chrysi keeps the key in the same place, and azure figures it can’t have been that long since his death. um.) and he is greeted by photos of chrysi and jacks all over the walls.

this does not endear jacks to him. and yes, while azure’s somewhat mollified by the fact that his old photos are also still up, he’s in agony over chrysi moving on and choosing to be with jacks.

chrysi happens to come home from the girls’ trip right at this time, which… yikes. she can immediately tell there’s an intruder in the house, so she tells emery to stay in the car while she investigates.

azure and conni (who has jst been awkwardly standing there while azure came to the realization that his wife married his best friend) scramble to hide.

as chrysi walks the house, azure keeps an eye on her through a crack in the door. it hurts, seeing her again—it’s like his body can instinctively tell that it’s been years since he died, and that they’re no longer for each other.

then conni finds an escape route and they get out of there.

back at the safe house, jacks is freaking the fuck out because azure’s no longer there. yes, it’s concerning for azure’s safety or whatever, but most importantly, jacks doesn’t want chrysi to figure out azure’s alive again.

when azure comes storming back into the safe house, jacks begins to yell at him—only for azure to sock him right in the jaw.

right. okay. he didn’t expect that.

thaaaat’s right about when azure starts yelling at him for marrying his wife (“how long did you wait before you forced her to love you?” because even though he knows that chrysi’s immune to jacks’s powers, he still hates the thought of her moving on with jacks). conni wishes he could be recording this. simeon also thinks that jacks deserves this, just a little bit.

meanwhile, chrysi can tell something is off. she drives to the cemetery and finds, oh, well! there are empty graves! awesome! why the hell did nobody tell her about this? as she walks through the graves, she takes note of whose grave is empty. when she gets to azure’s, her blood runs cold.

oh, she needs to have a little talk with jacks. right now.

that’s how she finds azure fucking kicking jacks into the ground, and honestly? deserved.

she had an idea of azure being alive, but seeing him, breathing and real? uhhhhhhhhhhh. uhm!! she doesn’t know what to do.

she does stop azure’s savage beating of jacks (jacks gave up at a certain point lmao, he was jst curled up on himself as he endured), but when she takes jacks into the next room over, she slaps him.

jacks is not having a very good day.

anyway, after that, she goes into Very Professional Mode, and suddenly it’s like she was never married to either Azure or Jacks. she starts trying to figure out precisely what is going on and what the danger is. jacks and azure keep looking at each other with seething rage, but chrysi shuts down any other attacks by reminding them of the situation at hand.

well, around here is when chrysi discovers there’s a range of area that these newly-resurrected people can continue to survive in—evidenced by one of them running away and trying to escape, only to immediately turn to dust and disappear. well, that’s fucking inconvenient.

the more they investigate, the more they discover that the area of survival is shrinking, so that’s also not good.

anyway, in between all this time, when azure finally gains the courage to ask why chrysi married jacks, she looks at him and asks, “would you have wanted me to grieve your death until i died too? did you want me to be alone after you left?” he doesn’t have a very good answer to that. no, he didn’t want her to be alone, but he doesn’t like seeing her with jacks now that he’s back. there are no right answers.

anyway, that’s abt as much as i had planned for this concept,,,,, obviously i love it, but i need to figure out where to go w it now lol

#.asks #m.filly✨#s.chrysijacks #s.chryzure #jacks is super fucking stressed this entire time also lmaoooo #he doesn’t know when azure’s going to take another swing at him

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