#both houses constantly have loud ass music going. both like to yell. it's great.

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Not my neighbors getting day drunk, falling down their stairs, busting a hole in the drywall, and attempting to fix it at 8:30pm 🫣

#they were loudly singing at noon. at 1 or so i ran into one of them outside and he apologized for the noise and said they're all wasted #at 6 i heard a loud sound like someone falling down stairs. followed by their dog barking a lot and one of the girls screaming #the loud conversation of 'do you need an ambulance' and 'who is the least fucked up?' followed #silence for a little over 2 hours. now someone pulled up with a truck with drywall in the back and they've gone inside #and they're clearly cutting away the old drywall and putting new stuff in #like. good on them for fixing it. i guess? but i feel like not getting shitty drunk is also an option. #moving into low income housing i expected a bunch of single parents with screaming kids. not grown ass college students who are louder. #getting to the point where i want to suggest they go live in student housing if they wanna be so fucking obnoxious #the people on either side of me are all super young and clearly don't know how to live in an apartment #both houses constantly have loud ass music going. both like to yell. it's great. #there's only one decent person between the four people in the drunk wallbreaker apartment and he's just some little twink #the rest of them will scream like they're being chased and slam into the walls etc. like all night #they also keep throwing seltzer cans over the divider between our balconies and I'm pretty over that

[giorno-plays-piano]

Humility

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader  Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, mentions of misogyny; this story will get darker as it progresses.  Words: 1380.  Summary: Everything was too different now. He fell out of time, and he didn’t need another reminder about that.  P.S. Yeah, I know Sam in this one is more like Anthony Mackie, but this man is just incredible! And yep, the question Bucky asks the reader is the exact question Sebastian Stan was asked during one of his interviews. _____________________________________  Bucky never felt so stupid in his entire life. Sitting at the counter in probably the fanciest club in New York, he stared down at his glass filled with whiskey. The music was so loud he couldn’t hear his own thoughts, and all those ridiculously dressed people around him didn’t make him feel any better. Bucky had no right to object, though, since he felt he was even more ridiculous than any of them. He wore that expensive black suit Sam got him – they spent the whole fucking day trying to find something that would fit his massive body – as if he were a businessman of some kind. He let out a dark chuckle when Sam said it out loud. Bucky didn’t look like a businessman, he looked like a bloody mob.

It was Sam’s idea to get him acquainted with NY nightlife when he learnt Bucky was going to the same small bar close to his house after every mission. Barnes didn’t protest much thinking it might be a nice change, but it was not even close to be as good as he had imagined. It was nothing like before. The music was wild, too rhythmic, thundering, getting on his nerves. How could they dance to this? Although the way people moved was making him sick too. Yelling, spinning around themselves, shaking their asses – it was utterly disgusting. The only good thing was lack of light since Bucky couldn’t see all the sodomy.

He expected everything to change, but it was like a completely different planet. Where were all those nice slow dances? Where was the intimacy between the dancing couples, gentle touches, and humble smiles? These people behind his back were grinding on each other like fucking dogs.

Bucky emptied his glass in one shot and looked at his expensive watch he got from Natasha and wore for the first time. This place was getting on his nerves, and he intended to leave in the very next minute after paying for his drink.

“Enjoying yourself, man?” Sam’s jolly voice forced Bucky to turn around and see him with a group of pretty women, all wearing flashy revealing outfits and shiny jewellery, their hair and makeup done as if they were some fashion models.

Though in his time models looked way more reserved than that.

“I do.” He said in a firm voice, and Sam immediately read through the lines. “Didn’t know you were a ladies’ man.”

Women he brought started laughing at his remark, their skin glistening in the warm light coming from pendant lamps above the counter. One of them had her hand on Sam’s arm just above his elbow. Were they prostitutes? Bucky watched them intently.

“It’s all my natural charm,” the man winked to the girl close to him, and she sent him a smug grin.

God, females became too full of themselves. Bucky didn’t hate bold women, but there was a huge difference between a girl like Peggy Carter and these narcissistic sex-obsessed furies.

“Don’t be fooled by his façade, this gentleman over here is a great guy and my best buddy!” Grinning, Sam patted him on the shoulder. “His name’s Bucky, we’ve been serving together for quite some time.”

These women started saying hello and introducing themselves, but he didn’t care for any names. His memory was too precious to waste it on this.

Then they were talking about some stupid things like why they were here – one of the girls got a promotion, and Bucky was almost sure it had nothing to do with her being a hard worker – and what they did for a living. Sam briefly mentioned both of them were in Air Force before but didn’t push it. Then all of them had more drinks, and then they talked again, and drank again. Bucky thought he was rather unlucky: if he could get drunk, he wouldn’t need to listen to all this bullshit.

“Hey, let’s go dance!” The woman Sam took liking to pulled him by the arm gently, and he smiled at her. “Are you coming, girls?”

“Sure!” Most of them were ready, leaving their empty glasses on the counter. “Are you, Bucky?”

He shook his head apologetically, thinking of nothing but leaving this place and never coming back again. Everything was too different now. He fell out of time, and he didn’t need another reminder about that.

Most of women had already left when he ordered his last glass of whiskey. There was one of them sitting close to him and smiling to her friends dancing. Apparently, she drank too much to move from her spot. When she realized he was looking at her, she suddenly got all red and turned away from the crowd, staring in her half-empty glass of champagne.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” She said slightly embarrassed. “I just don’t dance much.”

“You’re not bothering me.” Bucky replied shortly and made a sip of whiskey, burning his throat again. Her closeness almost annoyed him. “Why don’t you dance?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… I don’t feel very comfortable.”

Interesting. He glanced at the girl in a long sequined dress, her knees covered by a strange shining fabric. Her cleavage wasn’t on display either. Although her outfit was too extravagant to his tastes, she looked the most modest among her friends. She was probably the humblest one, too, since he couldn’t remember her speaking much.

“Besides, I can only waltz. I don’t think I can fit in here with my dancing skills.” She laughed a little and took her glass, watching the little bubbles going upwards inside.

Waltz. He remembered dancing a waltz with his mother when he was a kid, stamping on her feet constantly. Regardless how clumsy he was, she kept teaching him until his legs were sore, but he was grateful for her lessons later. Girls loved dancing with him.

“Me neither.” He smirked, and she stared at him with wide eyes. “In fact, I’m not a big fan of places like this.”

The girl smiled again, and he find himself smiling back at her. Maybe coming with Sam wasn’t as bad as he thought. Beautiful women like her never payed him any attention in normal circumstances.

In the next few minutes, he found himself talking to her about some small things like favourite music and movies the two of them watched not so long ago. To his pleasant surprise, she liked old Hollywood movies – the ones that came out after he had been captured, but still old – and their charm. She said those movies had a soul, and Bucky couldn’t agree more. Sam took him to the cinema multiple times, but most modern blockbusters, thrillers and fantasy movies felt empty and too unreal to relate.

“My most favourite one is “12 Angry Men”, I think. Have you seen it?”

“Guess I did. It’s about 12 juries deciding upon whether a kid is a murderer or not, am I right?”

“Yeah, exactly!” Her face was glowing, and he found himself staring at her excited expression. “Don’t you think it’s impressive that almost all the action took place in one small room? It was nothing but pure actors’ skills that made this movie so good. It had neither special effects nor big budget comparing to movies today, and yet nothing could compare to it.”

For a few seconds he was just watching her, her cheeks pink from slight embarrassment and the alcohol she had. He strangely adored the way she spoke and how she looked at him while explaining why she was so passionate about the movie. Maybe she had too much makeup on her face, but he could easily wipe it off her face. He could take her fancy dress off and see her perfectly human body, no different than any other women’ of his time. She would moan beneath him like a few of them did, too. And the next morning he could give her another dress and dance a waltz with her like all those years ago.

“What is the first thing you see in a person?” He asked abruptly, and she blinked, seemingly uncomfortable but still ready to give him an answer right away.

“Humility. And… and kindness.”

He chuckled. She was definitely the one.

#bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #bucky x reader #winter soldier

[orange-waterfalls]

Reader w/wings hc's p.2: lesser- known egos/egos i just didn’t wanna put in the last one

ty @fancybootm for the request!

A/N: IT’S BEEN A WHOLE ASS MONTH SINCE I GOT THIS I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. school is suck. anyways. my brain convinced itself that I had to have the same amount of egos in this one as the last one so shit's long again. I had a bit of trouble but scrounged up enough of them. uhhh I don't... we don't really know a lot? about the personalities of these ones? so I just went with what I thought. for Heistiplier, I like to think Mark in AHWM and ADWM is a completely separate person from Actor. Like until we get to the Actor timeline he is a separate person altogether. Night Guard Mark is like mark from the fnaf musical because i can and fuck you. the egos are very random and from many lesser known videos so uh. you might not know all of them. I didn’t even know all of them at first. some of these fuckers annoy me to no end so I had to make them more likable for my own sanity cjfufydy. I only skimmed through after I wrote so it might suck lol. Uh rated T for cursing. Mentions of religion and mental health. Enjoy!

Y/N(reader) w/ wings headcanons p.2

Ed Edgar saw you as a profiting opportunity.

Bastard only uses you for commercials at first

Wings sell shit, don’t they? Kids are into wings these days?

One day you get pissed and just punch him

He respects you after that…

He’s very loud, of course, and your ears tend to be sensitive

He tries to quiet down when he sees you make a face

It’s difficult because that… that’s just his normal volume

He talks about his son sometimes. Not to you specifically

He gets sad… you still don’t completely understand what happened.

Sometimes it feels like he doesn’t either

You instinctively wrap your wings around him for Safety and Comfort

He is a MAN who DOES NOT CRY but goddammit, he was close 

He enjoys your company

The Silver Shepherd thought he was gonna rescue you

He’s a superhero, he HAS to save you, right?

Nah, you’re the one saving him more often than not

He tries not to be jealous, but goddamn

Your wings are just. So big. And pretty

He’ll complain to you about his girlfriend “cheating” on him

You know the bullshit he pulls, but you listen because why not

He appreciates that you at least pay a little bit of attention

He doesn’t do a whole lot of hero work, but he usually brings you along

Just for a bit of extra support

More often than not, you’re doing most of the work

You let him believe he did something, though

You boost his very low ego, and so you get along

Derek Derekson was a little bitch

Also saw you as a profiting opportunity

Yelled sometimes when you messed up

You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm the first few times

Then you snapped, calling him a variety of... words...

He stopped yelling at you, but not much else changed

You got along well with Eric, and he appreciated you for that

He does care about his only living son, at least a little

You two don’t… talk a lot

He’ll watch you from afar, occasionally

You constantly encourage him to TALK TO HIS CHILD and GO TO THERAPY

You still don’t like him, and he feels the same way

But he’s… trying

Randall Voorhees thought you were badass

He wasn’t as used to magic and weird shit as the others

You were absolutely awesome to him

He’d never seen an angel before!

Even though he didn’t really KNOW that you were an angel

He just assumed and refused to change his mind

Harder to hide you wings in crowded cities, like where he lives

You spend a lot of your time with him cooped up in his apartment

He felt bad, so he rents a mountain cabin up in Albany whenever you visit

You two ski and snowboard look me in the eyes and tell me the bitch isn’t a snowboarder

He’s a construction worker, so he’s usually busy

You visit him on his lunch break sometimes.

The other workers claim to see you, but he’ll always deny it

He buys a pizza whenever you visit and you eat it together

You two are so cute it’s sickening

Yandereplier claimed you as their new senpai

They saw you, you had wings, you were nice

And now you are Senpai

You aren’t sure why you get a weird feeling whenever they call you this

Luckily, you don’t have many friends, at least none that they could kill…

They showed you their weapon collection to impress you

You were scared and also impressed

They take you to a cherry blossom tree near their house

You talk and hang out and eat lunch

They don’t call you senpai anymore and they talk to you normally

And you no longer stare at the blood on their uniform

Night Guard Mark prayed you wouldn’t try to kill him

He might have PTSD from Freddy Fazbear’s

Those animatronics left a mark…

It took a little while for him to trust you not to harm him

When he did, HOO BOY is he a chatterbox

He has so many theories about the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Chain

Dark’s told you not to talk about the actual lore. It might break his spirit

You get very worried sometimes

He looks like that one picture of Charlie Day. You know the one.

Sometimes he gets panic attacks

You wrap him in a cocoon of your limbs and wings to ground him

He likes you for that

You hang out, playing games and watching movies. No horror. Absolutely NONE

You can handle him, and he likes you

Dr. Plier was curious about you

He wondered how you felt about… everything

He asked if you were ok one day and you broke down

He felt guilty and bought you ice cream

He sees you as a sort of… psychological experiment

Like he asks you very strange and slightly personal questions

Ok, very personal, but he’s a therapist, what can you do

He eventually stopped the interrogation and talked to you normally

You get along fine, but it’s kind of the same situation as Dr. Iplier

Chef Iplier wasn’t really all that phased

You were surprised by this because… well… wings

But he just… treats you normal, for the most part.

Sometimes he’ll pet your wings, but only if you let him

He loves how soft your feathers are

He doesn’t make that his entire perception of you

It’s a nice change of pace

He tries to cook for you sometimes, but uh. It doesn’t go well

You’re still confused as to how someone can set a glass of water on fire

You mostly just order take out

You hang out like normal people

Which neither of you are, but you’re both fine with that

Paranormal Investigator Mark is obsessed with figuring you out

Nearly had a panic attack when he first saw you

He wanted to prove the supernatural exists, but he didn’t have a lot of evidence before

And then your mystical-ass came along

Like the Jims, he tried to get pictures, and they all ended up blurry

He threw a fit over it, and you felt kinda bad

You tried to take the picture yourself but it came out the same

He gave up after a while

He info dumps about paranormal stuff to you

It can last from 5 minutes to 5 hours

You do pay attention though, and that makes him happy

He takes you on investigations sometimes

You don’t do much except break shit with those giant wings of yours

He stopped taking you on investigations

Cooliplier is not sure what to think

You have wings! Great! There’s absolutely nothing he can do about that

Not the most normal, but not the weirdest either

He tends to put on a tough-guy persona around new people

You were a lil intimidated

Then you became friends and mans did a full 180 around you

Went from “Your daughter calls me daddy too” to “I’ll have her home by 9 sir”

His personality is sort of a mix of the two

Catch you both screaming the lyrics to Mr. Brightside at 12:00 am

Took you to a mosh pit once

You got kicked out cause of the wings

He felt bad, but you had fun

He teaches you how to dance and roller skate

You also go for rides on his motorcycle

Once you just started flying while he was driving and it was the most fun shit ever

You’re “buds”, as he often tells you

Goopiplier likes you a lot

They like having another not-completely-human creature to talk to

I mean, some of the others aren’t exactly human…

But they’re not the best conversationalists…

Then again, neither is goop.

They mention the Dark Gods ONCE and suddenly no one wants to talk to them…

But you do!! Yay!!!

You mostly just hang out, do whatever

Watch movies, play games, or just talk

They like to draw you

They’re not very good, but you keep them all anyways

Sometimes they do… rituals. While you’re around

You are… a little scared, but that’s okay!

You have sleepovers and act like teenagers

You mock the others and then giggle, getting louder as you go

They’re not that funny, but you had to be there

Elder Jeremiah is terrified of you

He nearly pissed his pants when he saw you

He thought he was finally going to have to pay for his sins

He started crying, and you panicked

Why the FUCK was this 20-something-year-old well-dressed man crying at you???

He dropped his bike and fell to his fucking knees and begged for forgiveness

You felt very uncomfortable with the whole situation

You told him to get up bc he was dirtying up his pants

He eventually stopped crying and you told him you were not an angel

Also not a demon, as you said when he asked

He avoids you, mostly, still thinking you’re gonna drag him down to hell

He stopped the uh. The stealing since you came around

He will hang around/with you sometimes to see if you “reveal your true form”

You haven’t yet, and never will, BUT WHEN YOU DO, HE’LL BE THERE

He does think you’re very nice, though

Preistiplier thinks you’re an angel sent to assist him

He is doing holy work, it only makes sense that He would send a helper

He was disappointed, to say the least

He then came to the conclusion that you lost your memory of being an angel

You couldn’t exactly dispute it, since you don’t remember

So, he takes you on hunts

You don’t do much except make a bunch of fucking NOISE with your WINGS

He’d hoped you’d smite the demons

Or at least scare them, but they know you’re not an angel

He still takes you on hunts because, he’d never admit it, but he… gets scared

You promised not to tell a soul

You confess your sins to him sometimes

They’re usually not what he considers sins, but he listens anyways

He thinks you are a good person, and he enjoys conversations with you

Heistiplier was just normal around you

Well… as normal as he can be

You’d enjoy his company a lot more if he didn’t have such a god complex

You still like him a lot

He likes you too

Even if you did refuse to rob a bank with him

He’s a very… exciting person

Though you don’t really want to be around him when he gets upset

The entire world literally seems to revolve around what he does

He’s a drama queen, and completely feral

It’s worrying at times

You two are normal friends

Playing video games, watching youtube, etc. etc.

You listen to his stories and wonder how he's not dead yet

But you can admit, he's really fucking funny

#markiplier egos #markiplier alter egos #ed edgar #silver shepard #derek derekson #randall voorhees #yandereplier #fnaf mark #night guard mark #dr plier #chef iplier #paranormal investigator mark #cooliplier #goopiplier #elder jeremiah #preistiplier #heistiplier #dateiplier #x reader headcanons #x reader

[pa-panda-heroes]

No one asked, but I was intrigued by this NSFW drabble with Deku and it got the SFW gears in my head turning a bit :)

Izuku, Katsuki, Ochako, Tenya, and Shouto as your workout partner

Izuku:

First, we all know this boy is a huge nerd. So basically every time you work out, he wants to try something new, be it stretches, actual exercises, or even martial arts. Sometimes it’s something he’s picked up from All Might, but not every time.

He would likely be the one to initiate your becoming workout buddies. He knows he can ask for help; his whole journey of becoming a hero has gotten him accustomed to asking for help.

Streeeeeeetches

He’s super flexible and always insists on doing so many stretches and warm-ups that by the time he’s done and ready to actually start working out, you’re done for the week day.

Seriously. After you’ve stretched muscles you didn’t even know you had, he’d want to jump right into jumping jacks, mountain climbers, and even monkey jacks lucky you

He’s really encouraging. He’s not particularly aggressive, but he does try his best to keep you keep you going.

He knows your limits like the back of his hand.

This boy would literally jot down notes and mutter away while you’re working out, whether you’re walking on a treadmill or lifting weights, because he wants to note what areas you’ve perfected and what needs work on so he can help you out. He mentally keeps track of that for himself, too.

Izuku is definitely not afraid to ask for help and asks you to spot him often

Not super talkative with you, as he’s ridiculously focused, but he will make idle chat to pass the time.

He probably does most of his workout early in the morning, so you better be an early bird.

Katsuki:

Again, you’d have to initiate working out together. Unlike Izuku, he knows he has the option of working out with others but most of the time, doesn’t want to mess with that.

So you’re a bit floored when he accepts.

Katsuki would obviously want to do stretches and warm-ups because if he gets hurt working out, it would put off progress he could’ve made with his routine; it would set him back. And that’s a pain in the ass.

But he might be prone to rushing through that step if he’s in a particularly bad mood or whatever reason.

Loud. C’mon. How could you expect any different? He grunts, yells, and screams. While he brushes his teeth. Naturally, he’s loud at the gym.

But he wouldn’t really chit chat with you, as he’d rather yell and scream at you like a drill sergeant, or grunt while you’re both off on your own.

He doesn’t want to be tied to your hip the entire time you’re working out.

He’s going to push you to limits you didn’t know were possible for yourself, and he’s not going to be too kind about it either.

Katsuki brings a shitton of water and drinks packed with electrolytes; he has to, he sweats a lot and can get dehydrated quickly as a result. He’ll push you to keep hydrated, too, whether you like it or not.

Most of his workout time would probably happen later in the evening, but he’s not completely against to working out in the morning.

Might be a little aggravated if you ask him to spot you, and he hardly ever asks you to spot him, which can be aggravating because you can’t help but worry he’ll get hurt.

Ochako:

She’s like a kid at a candy shop the first time you ask her to come along with you, eyes immediately lighting up and mouth curving into an enthusiastic grin. She’s the one who suggests you make a habit of working out together, though.

Ochako would do everything in her power to make the workout fun for the both of you, be it music or games to help you warm up.

Of course, she takes it as seriously as everyone else, but she thinks that, the more you have fun while you’re working out, the more you’ll be encouraged to do it and better you’ll get at it. Simple philosophy, right?

She’s a great spotter, too. Her quirk helps phenomenally. If you’re lifting weights and go overboard, she can just use her quirk on the barbells before your arms give out and drop them on your neck.

Her main focus isn’t physical strength - it’s martial arts and flexibility. Flexibility is only natural with her quirk. The more limber she can be in the air, the better. It’s important for her to utilize martial arts because her quirk isn’t combat-based, so she’s more likely to be thrown into hand-to-hand battles.

And whether your quirk is combat-based or not, she wants you to dabble in it, too.

For that reason, a large portion of your workout is sparring, while another portion is stretches.

She would definitely try to get you to do yoga with her, too! It’s a good way to strengthen your core, not to mention enjoyable to end your workout with. It’s nice to ease out of physical activity rather than stop all together.

Would 100% bring snacks or other workout fuel if she manages to afford it.

Thinking about bringing an energy drink with you to keep you going? Get ready for her to scold you. There’s no way she’s letting you put that poison in your body. Even if they grant you energy now, it won’t last and you’ll completεly crash.

Tenya:

Probably the most intense in terms of safety.

He’s the most by-the-book, so there’s no shortcuts to much of anything, even your diet.

That’s right - he absolutely insists you follow a healthy diet. Naturally, you’re supposed to eat well anyway, but Tenya will push you more than the others will, especially if you workout together.

Water water water

Even if his quirk uses orange drink for fuel, he still needs water to keep his body hydrated.

Will nearly force water down your throat if he thinks you’re getting dehydrated. When someone gets dehydrated, the last thing they want to do is drink, so that’s what sets him off. Whether you’re dehydrated or not, there you go.

He’s not crazy flexible, so that’s something he tries to work on, but his main focus is endurance and stamina.

Suuuuper early workouts. Sometimes you wonder if he even sleeps at all.

Tenya’s busy - he’s got a lot on hands, and it just helps that he enjoys working out the most in the morning.

I can’t see Tenya being all that chatty while you’re working out, as he takes it really seriously and gets really focused.

It’s not uncommon for you to find him spacing out while he’s doing his thing, whether he’s on a treadmill or using the leg machines.

Shouto:

One day you’re talking about your disappointment in the lack of progress in your time at the gym, just making idle talk, when Shouto offers to help you out.

I’m not sure why, but I see Shouto wanting to work out in the evening or at night. Or both, in bursts.

Has to be really careful not to get overheated.

I mean, the boy can be a human furnace if he wants to be - needless to say, you’re not surprised when he tells you he has to watch his pace and drink lots of water.

He’s really candid and blunt, but it wouldn’t bother him at all to help you stretch out, be it putting his hands on your back and pushing down while you’ve got your legs spread out, or bringing his hand to the inner part of your thigh to help lift up your leg and keep it straight; he just doesn’t get flustered by it, even if you do.

He takes it seriously and is usually pretty quiet throughout your time together, but every once in a while he’s an absolute chatterbox, the both of you going back and forth and actively engaged in conversation.

Constantly watches you; he’s not creeping, he’s just watching to make sure you don’t make any mistakes.

“Ah, y/n, that’s not quite right. Here, let me show you.”

But he’s not afraid to ask you for help, either. “Y/n,” he’d say, “am I doing this right? Something feels off.”

I can see Shouto being very motherly when it comes to staying hydrated and properly nourishing your body after a workout. Like, he enjoys going out to eat with you afterward, and always encourages you to get the healthiest option available. He’s pretty gentle about it, but he’s still very convincing.

If you’re really close, Shouto might occasionally invite his brother and sister along to work out with you, just to get them out of the house for awhile. Of course, physical activity is important, too.

#mha headcanons #mha x reader #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #iida tenya #todoroki shouto #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #uraraka x reader #iida x reader #todoroki x reader #this sat in my drafts for a week omg #over a week actually #please send in requests ;;;;; #i thought about tagging the author of the drabble but im too anxious lol

[dirtydobrik]

science experiments - d.d.

requested: yes! can you like do one where the reader is David's neighbor and she always get's annoyed with all of the science experiment's they do and they start talking idk something like that

word count: 1450

masterlist

You twisted your key into the front door when you heard screams coming from the house at the end of the street. You pushed your door open and ushered your dog inside before looking over and seeing a cloud of pink erupt and cover the entirety of his backyard. You let out a loud sigh and shook your head in annoyance. This was the fifth science experiment your neighbor had done since you moved into the neighborhood a month ago.

Your realtor had gone on and on about how quiet of a neighborhood this was and how relaxing it would be to come home to after a busy workday, however, as you had quickly learned, that was far from the case. Your neighbor was obnoxiously loud, and it was starting to get on your nerves. He constantly had people over and music playing at 3am as if no one else in the neighborhood had a job.

After you made dinner, you took your dog on another walk. This time, you noticed a cleaning crew leaving your neighbor’s house and decided to stop by and ask about all of the science experiments. You gripped your dog’s leash and pulled him past your house and towards the one at the end of the street. There were less cars parked outside than usual, but you still felt bad about interrupting him. The gate was wide open, and you didn’t hear voices outside, so you knocked on the front door.

“Hi, can I help you?” a blonde girl asked, swinging the door open. Her eyes lit up and she knelt down to pet your dog.

“Yeah, um, do you live here?” you asked, and she shook her head.

Before she could answer, you heard a voice coming from inside the house. “Taylor, you know you aren’t supposed to open the door for fans.”

“Fans?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as a puzzled look crossed your face.

“Yeah, I work for David Dobrik.”

“Who?”

“He’s a popular YouTuber.”

“Taylor,” the voice repeated.

“She’s not a fan, Dave.”

“Just an annoyed neighbor,” you laughed, and a few moments later, you heard footsteps echo across the wood floor. A few seconds later, a tall guy with shaggy brown hair stood behind the blonde girl. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Taylor smiled before excusing herself. David stepped outside on to the front steps and shut the door behind him.

“So, you’re the new neighbor?” he chuckled, and you nodded before introducing yourself.

“I live down the street, and I don’t mean to come across as a bitch, but,” you started, before he cut you off.

“What? My friends and I are too loud? The street is too busy?”

“No, well, a little bit of both of those. But I’m mostly just annoyed at the science experiments you do all the time. I don’t know what you guys are doing and I don’t know if any of the chemicals are toxic to breathe, especially for dogs.”

“Most of what we do isn’t harmful. If something is considered slightly dangerous, my assistant sends out a text to a few other neighbors with the time that it’ll happen, and the chemicals involved so you can do research on it. I can give her your number if you want me to,” David suggested, giving you a smile.

“That sounds great, actually. Again, I feel so bad for bothering you about this. I just don’t feel safe if you’re constantly putting chemicals into the air that people on the street breathe.”

“It’s not a problem, I’ll give Natalie your number and she’ll give you a heads up about any future experiments” he reassured you. “And sorry about the noise. We try to keep parties to weekends or holidays, but that doesn’t always happen.”

“Just try to keep it down after midnight. Some of us have real jobs that we have to wake up early for,” you giggled. “Anyways, sorry for being a downer, but it was nice to meet you, David.”

“No worries,” David smiled. “It was nice to meet you, too. I’ll see you around.”

You started to walk down the driveway when you heard him shout your name.

“Feel free to stop by whenever. I’d love to have you come to a party or watch a science experiment sometime,” David yelled, and you told him you would.

 A few weeks later, David’s assistant had texted you that they were doing a science experiment today and she made it clear that David wanted you to come watch. You reluctantly agreed and finished doing your makeup before heading down the street to David’s. Cars lined the street, and you overheard the conversation of the two girls walking in front of you. They were talking about how David was planning to top an experiment he had already done.

You followed them into the house, and David’s assistant was handing out white suits and goggles.

“Is it really that dangerous?” you questioned, and she shrugged.

“Better safe than sorry.”

You stepped into your suit and headed into the backyard to find David. He was filming the scientist and some of his friends as they talked about what the experiment was. He looked up and smiled at you, motioning for you to sit down and wait for him. You sat on the white outdoor couch, looking around and watching as David explained what was going to happen and who would be filming from where. He said they would do a run through to get the angles for each shot before they actually did the experiment.

“Okay, everyone be in position in ten minutes,” he yelled, before coming over to talk to you.

“Hey, I’m glad you came,” he grinned, leaning in for a hug. You gave him a smile and a small hug.

“I wanted to see what all of the hype was about,” you shrugged, and he shot you a puzzled look. “Your assistant Taylor told me that you’re a popular YouTuber and I wanted to see for myself.” You didn’t want to admit that you had spent seven hours watching his videos one day when you were home sick from work or that you were so easily entertained by them.

After a few minutes of effortless conversation, David was calling for everyone to get in their positions for the run through. A few of his friends came over to the patio set you were sitting at to watch the experiment, since they didn’t have an assigned role in the filming process.

“Let’s go, this is the real one,” David shouted.

Two of his friends pulled the rope to tip the large bucket and seconds later, blue and green foam exploded into the air and around his backyard. David ran towards the patio set, the foam chasing after him. his back was to you as he filmed the foam, and you were looking at the foam falling over the fence and down the cliff. Neither of you were paying attention and David ran right into you. You stumbled backwards and landed on your ass.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said, holding his hand out to help you up.  You grabbed it and he pulled you to your feet. You eyes met his and you could feel your cheeks turning rosy. There was an undeniable chemistry between you two and you had the sudden urge to kiss him. You couldn’t, though. Not in front of all of his friends and not after only knowing him for an afternoon. 

“No worries,” you reassured him with a smile, even though you were certain there was bruise that would make sitting painful for the next few days.

You and David continued talking and after about ten minutes, you looked around and noticed that most of his friends had gone back inside. You and David followed the path his friends made and joined them inside.

“I should go,” you said, feeling like you were intruding since none of his friends knew you. You headed towards the

“I’ll walk you back,” he said, helping you out of your suit and taking his own off.

He handed his camera off to one of his friends to review the footage and followed you outside.

“You don’t have to walk me back,” you insisted. “I live down the street.”

“I want to,” he grinned.

The two of you talked as you walked three houses down back to yours.

“I had fun today. Thanks for letting me crash your shoot.”

“Hopefully this means I won’t get anymore angry knocks,” David chuckled. “I had fun today, too. And I’d love to go out sometime.”

“Call me tonight and we’ll talk,” you smiled, before waving goodbye to him and closing the door. 

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[just-a-quirkless-loser]

In A World of Grey🎶🎼

Chapter One

Grey:

Adj: A color intermediate between black and white

Adj: Pale, as through tiredness, age, or illness

‘Didn’t even notice, no punches there to roll with.’

Grey raced down the sidewalk, popping her hips to the music in her ears, grey hair swinging around her hips. She knew she should’ve left the house earlier but, the music was so distracting.

As always, Grey danced to the beat that no one else could hear. A few people sent her dirty looks but, she was too focused on the voice. Today was the day she was going to take the entrance exam for U.A., a prestigious high school for aspiring heroes. She’s dreamed of being a hero for so long and this is her chance to make this a reality. As long as she’s alive her dream of being “Musicality”, a pro hero of sound, will be achieved.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up at the entrance of U.A., a few happy tears pooing in her light grey eyes. Grey walked through the entrance, looking around in awe at all the students that came. Some had mutation quirks while others appeared to be normal teenagers.

‘You’ve got to keep me focused, You want it? Say so.’

‘It’s so inspirational,’ she fawns at the lyrics. While a lot of people would hate to have music constantly buzzing, it makes Grey feel happy, almost like she’s never alone. Plus, it’s good for her quirk!

“Get out of my fucking way, extra,” she was pushed to the side by a boy with blonde spiky hair. His fists were bunched at his side as he kept going, leaving the girl to wonder what his face looked like.

“Sorry for being in the way,” she smiles brightly, waving at his back. He seems to go rigid for a second before he continues on his path to the school’s front.

Time seems to blur for Grey because one moment she’s standing outside and the next she’s inside a large auditorium sitting at a desk with a pamphlet as she stared at the pro hero known as Present Mic. She wonders if she’d ever get to train with him, wondering if her quirk can be affected by pitches of voice.

‘It’s been a long time since you, fell in love.’

“...ALSO, THAT GIRL KEEPS HUMMING! IT’S DISTRACTING AND DISRESPECTFUL TO THIS HERO,” Grey came out of a small stupor to hundreds of eyes staring at her. She cocked her head to the side, a lip stuck out to form a pout.

“Sorry,” the shouting boy, she would come to know as Iida, tensed the same way the blonde did earlier. It was almost like he could feel how sorry she was and that made him feel like a monster for yelling at the sweet girl. Before he could apologize, Present Mic asked him to sit down so he could continue with the directions for the exam.

“OKAAYYY LISTENERS! DO YOU BEST,” she looks around as people start to leave the auditorium. She giggles when Present Mic seems to get louder; a fellow enthusiastic spirit was found that day.

“Little listener, what are you still sitting there for for?” Grey waited till everyone cleared out. She was reading over the exam information since she hadn’t heard any of Present Mic’s speech. “Were you the one doing the humming? Great tone by the way but wrong place, mini missy.”

“Sorry,” she’s been saying that word a lot lately; it’s becoming her favorite. “My quirk distracts me alot but, that’s okay! I can do this! Heroes always have to adapt so this must be another step for me,” she sprinted out as she was saying her impassioned blurb. “And GREAT SPEECH...well, I wouldn’t know but I bet it was good. BYYYYE.”

Present Mic watched the girl retreat, entranced by her words and adorable presence. “I’ll be watching out for that one.”

Grey manages to make her way to her designated, her peers already ready as they face in to the fake city scene the school prepared. She didn’t know if her quirk would work on the robots but, she sure as hell was going to try.

She could still feel the music flowing through her brain; the melody had repeated so many times she now had it memorized. This was her chance to prove herself. Now, she just had to find the robots.

“Helpppp,” well that was quick! She followed the wailing voice to find a short, brown-haired girl surrounded by three of the robots. It looked like the robots were closing in quick so, she had to act fast.

‘What if it doesn’t work on the robots?!?! I could get her killed and eaten...well not eaten but killed for sure. Uhhgh no no no, I can’t think this way. I’m going to help,’ Grey runs up behind one of the robots, preparing to use her quirk.

“And we can dance all day around it, if you frontin’, I’ll be bouncing,” Grey starts busting out her funky fresh moves while she sings, the lyrics pushed to the surface of the robots. The girl in trouble notices how as she dances and sings, the robots try to copy her moves, only for them to topple over as she continues to dance and sing, having too much fun to notice how it affects the other robots.

“If you want it, scream it. Shout it, babe. Before I leave you dryyy,” Grey bops to her sound, her round hips swaying in circles, her arms in the air as she gyrates to a rhythm unknown to them all. Consequently, the girl gnaws the attention of some robots (a couple which were almost destroyed by her peers before she caught their attention), the robots trying to copy her but short-circuiting from the high energy that radiated from her, leaving the teachers that were watching the exam baffled.

Grey continues her escapade of dancing, not even noticing as the same girl she saved earlier was being saved by a green-haired boy with cute freckles that almost destroyed his entire body.

The boy smashed the top of the robot, leaving it to topple forward, moments away from crushing both of the students.

“Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment. I’d let you had I known it, why don’t you say so?” the robot freezes midfall, stuck in that position. Why? How? Well, it was all because of Grey shimmying her way up the robots back, eyes closed as she still was unaware of the sheer pressure she gave off. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was lolled out the side of her mouth as she smiled.

“Didn’t even notice, no punches there to roll with. You got to keep me focused, you want me? Say so,” by now? She was on its head, doing an 80’s American disco move as she stomped on its head to the beat of the song. She was stomping so hard, a hole caved in from her foot, the robot falling to its side.

Grey stumbled as the robot fell to the ground, not really knowing what had happened. All she knew was that everyone was staring at her and a robot was shaking its metaphorical ass behind her.

“Hehe, uhh, sorry?”

Meanwhile, the teachers didn’t know what to say. Grey literally danced all over the robot’s ass while still keeping an aura of goofiness. What in the fuck? Why in the fuck did they just witness?

“Mini Missy, definitely didn’t expect that.”

***

‘I know I fucked up, I’m just a loser.’

Grey was antsy for the arrival of the acceptance letter from U.A. It seemed like she already knew she would attend the school yet, she didn’t stop worrying over the facts.

Her eyes strained up to the ceiling, staring at nothing in particular, just listening to the music. She mumbled the lyrics out loud for the universe to hear. It was a song she created herself.

At first, Grey was hesitant to make her own music, scared that she could hurt someone. But, she figured she may as well if she even considered going to the school of her dreams. The song was upbeat yet, the lyrics echoed her somber thoughts.

Yes, she was lonely. Her father had jumped at the opportunity to ship her off to Japan once she told him that she wanted to attend the same high school that Present Mic taught at. She needed help controlling her quirk and he was the only option other than her father that she could think of to help her.

Her relationship with her father had been strained for a long time, both of them never acknowledging what had happened. He tried to be there for her but, the combined tasks of being a hero and dealing with his own emotional baggage proved to be too strenuous for the man.

For the most part, Grey was content with living by herself. She wasn’t happy (then again, she hadn’t really been happy for a long time) but, she wasn’t upset. Although, being alone took a toll on her she often forgot to eat when she got too wrapped up in the music. Sometimes, the music wasn’t pleasant, inducing nightmares that kept her in a coma-like state for hours. She’d scream at what the sounds suggested, trapped in her mind. Blood would pool in her mouth. So, yeah, it would be nice to have someone around to care for her when that happened.

‘Shouldn’t be with ya, guess I’m a quitter.’

This was one of those times. As much as she loved the music, she couldn’t deny the price it took from her. Immobilized by something she couldn’t see, forced to feel what the music chose for her to hear.

As for friends, Grey didn’t have any.

As for family, Grey didn’t have any.

As for emotional support, Grey didn’t have any.

All she had was herself and she had learned to be happy with that; she learned it’s easier to accept the facts rather than deny them.

Eventually, the music dulled from a lion’s roar to a kitten’s mewl but, Grey didn’t move. Her own blood was choking her yet, it felt like a normal suffocating feeling. It seemed into her clothes m, sticking to her skin and assaulting her senses with a copper smell.

‘Now I’m in the bathroom crying, think I’m slowly sinking.’

KNOCK KNOCK

Grey got up to answer her front door and came face to face with the mailman. She probably should’ve tried to clean the blood from her face though.

“M-Ma’am, are you okay? Where are you bleeding from? Do you need an ambulance?” the mailman reached out to touch her. It felt good to be touched.

“Ohhhh, this looks worse than what it is,” she giggled. “I’m actually great. My quirk kinda does this from time to time! I still gotta control it. Sorry for scaring you,” she scratches the back of her neck, sheepishly grinning.

The mailman tensed as many people do when they encounter her, not really knowing what to do as the girl dazzled him. He kinda just pushed the envelope into her hands and dashed to the elevator with a red face.

‘Maybe he’s constipated,’ she thought as she closed the door.

This was it; the moment she finds out if she’s going to get the help she needs to be the hero she’s dreamt of.

“MINIIII MISSSSY, IT’S ME, PRESENT MIC. IM JUST GONNA SAY, you’ve got some moves and that voice,” hologram Mic does a chef kiss and gives her a Cheshire grin. “MUAHHH, DELICIOSO. THERE’S NO QUESTION YOU’RE DEFINITELY ACCEPTED. Between the rescue and attack points, you’ve scored 98 points!!! Some of them weren’t counted, seeing as you stole some points from others but, STILL THATS A LOT. I LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING YOU. PEACE OUT, MINI MISSY,” she blinked.

“Huuhahwhuahh,” Grey kept staring at the hologram, still not believing what he said.

Seeing as Grey couldn’t even remember what happened during the exam, she didn’t think she did good. Apparently, music once again comes to her aid.

She decides to call her dad, hoping that he’ll answer for once. The first call, he doesn’t answer; he never answers the first time. The second call, he doesn’t answer; she expects that. But, the third call, he actually picks up.

“Hello, Grey. Is something wrong?” Her mouth dries. Hearing his voice makes her throat scrunch, her tear ducts getting ready for the flood. “Grey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. I just wanted to tell you I got accepted to U.A.,” she fiddles with the carpet at her feet. “I got 98 points on the exam too although, I did kinda daze out so I don’t remember much.”

“That’s good but, you need to stop blanking out. You need to be more considerate of the safety of other,” what about her? “Hopefully, you can get control of it. Listen, I have to go. I have a mission so, I won’t be answering my phone for a while.”

“WAIT...how is she?”

“She’s fine,” he hangs up.

She stared at the floor, music coming back. The phone’s still in her hand as she drops her arms to her side. She just stands there.

‘While you’re out there drinking, I’m just here thinking, bout where we shoulda been. I’ve been lonely.’

***

‘Snogglefuck, music always has to make me late,’ Grey was running down the sidewalk to U.A., dodging the reporters that stood at the entrance. It’s bad enough she can’t stay in to dance so there’s no way she wants to deal with those paid vultures.

‘Don’t we look good together, there’s a reason why they watch us all night long.’

‘Well, there shouldn’t be any harm in a little bit of music,’ she thinks as she shuffled side to side. Oh, poor adorable dancing bean.

She kinda loses track of time, somewhat aware of the world around her but still, shaking her body. She’s bumbled into a few people that give her a few dirty looks (in their defense, she is dancing with no music or humming) but, that doesn’t deter her from walking into Class 1-B, mistaking it for 1-A.

“Missy, wrong class,” Vlad tries to tell her but, she really isn’t listening. “Aizawa’s gonna have his work cut out with this one,” he corrects his mistake by gently grabbing her and placing her at 1-A’s door. He goes to walk off but sees she’s once again dancing towards his class.

“Aizawa, she’s dancing and she keeps trying to follow me back to my class,” Vlad’s tone may be gruff but, he’s amused. He has to nudge her into her assigned class, all while observing that her dancing is increasing in energy. In all his career, he’s never wanted to dance as much as he did then. “Get your little idol.”

“I APOLOGIZE FOR MY CLASSMATE’S MISTAKE. WE HAVEN’T SEEN OUR SENSEI YET. PLEASE EXCUSE HER,” the same boy that reprimanded her at the entrance exams is bowing before the two of them. Vlad just grunts, sporting Aizawa’s sleeping bag underneath his desk but chose not to mention it.

“Just keep her on track,” he turns and ruffles her hair which pulls her out of her trance. “Don’t go dancing off alone before we have to call a search party.”

Grey blushes once she understands that music once again blurred her. But, you can’t really blame her. It’s so catchy!

“Gahhh sorry,” she bows to Vlad and Iida. “The music is awesome though. I’m sure you’d throw it back to the song if you could hear it. Then again, it’s in my head so it’s not like you can unless I made it but, still it’s good. You know I-I’m just gonna go find my seat,” she scurries off.

“What’s your name,” Iida asks. Vlad left him in charge of watching her for the time being and he intends to watch like a hawk.

“Keenum Grey, yeah I see the look on your face. I’m American,” she twirls, not really for Iida but to the beat again. She’s trying to fight the urge.

“YOU OVER THERE WITH YOUR FEET ON THE DESK, REMOVE THEM,” and Iida’s back to yelling. She notes that his yelling isn’t really to be rude so, she’s knows it isn’t bad. “And Keenum-san, I apologize for yelling at you. I didn’t stop to think the humming was for your quirk. It was amazing how you fought those robots and I have noted you to be a worthy rival.”

“Huah? Rival? I didn’t even do anything,” she pouts and stalks over to her desk, slamming her head into it which effectively drives away the music.

‘Why is a saggy banana on the floor?’ she thinks of getting up to kick it. ‘Noooo, don’t do it. What if it moves? I’m not prepared for that possibility. But, I’m curious...I’m gonna do it.’

“Cutie?!” a hand waves around her face to catch her attention. “Are you ignoring me? Aw c’mon, I haven’t even done anything...yet!”

Grey turns to looks at a boy with honey blonde yellow hair, a fringe in the front with a lightning bolt design. His yellow eyes dance with mischief and it makes the music loud once again.

“Oh! No, sorry! I daze out sometimes but hai,” she waves as she sticks her tongue out for her signature greeting (she knows it’s not proper but since she literally shakes her ass every ten minutes, she might as well do what she wants). “I’m Keenum Grey. I look forward to being friends.”

“Kaminari Denki. Oh my god, you really are cute. You have a music quirk, right? Wanna be my songbird?” she bursts out laughing, making a few people around the two laugh as well. “Woooah, you can control emotions too.”

“Kaminari, you’re hogging her,” a boy with three purple balls for hair pops up on her side. He’s playing with a piece of her hair.

“You must like Dutch braids?...Aren’t they just dutchtecular?” Grey says it with such a straight face that Kaminari tries so hard not too snort. “C’mon, you like em. You wanna dutch with the dutch! Kaminari, you know you wanna laugh at the pun. Succumb to the laughter,” she waggles her brows.

“That’s not the only thing I like,” Mineta’s Hans grazed Grey’s exposes thigh.

“Did-DID YOU JUST TOUCH MY aSsEtS?” Grey gasps. Kaminari sounding like a dying whale beside her. Mineta eases away when Iida comes up to her desk, eyes narrowing in on the boy who tried to touch the innocent girl.

“Are you okay?” He asks her to which she nods. “Good, YOU CAN’T TOUCH WOMEN LIKE THAT.”

“I could’ve handled him. I was gonna yeet him out the window,” a determined look crossed her face as she smashed a fist to her hand. Iida gives her an exasperated look. “Hey, it’s yeet or be yeeted in this world. And, he was empty.”

At this point, Kaminari and another boy with black hair and unique elbows were cracking up. Hell, most people in the class had found the girl entertaining. The class had been somewhat quiet (other than Iida’s yelling or Bakugou’s yelling) before she showed up.

‘When I walk in with you, I watch the whole room change. Shut the shit down on sight, that’s right. We out here dripping in finesse.’

Grey hit her head down on the desk to drive the music away.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that. It’s dangerous,” the black haired boy told her. “Also, I’m Hanta Sero. Nice to meet you.” Grey decided that she liked his smile.

“Keenum Grey! And, sorry, I kinda gotta do it or the whole class may be dancing if I don’t,” that got the attention of the two you were sitting beside.

“I ain’t dancing to shit,” the blonde with spiky hair said. Grey can finally see his face m (there’s no way she could forget hair like that). His carmine eyes make his face seem even harsher but, they don’t hold the same malice as his voice would suggest.

“That’s what she said,” Grey high-fives Kaminari. “But, who are you? I bumped into you at the entrance exam.”

“Bakugou Katsuki; not that it should matter to you, shitty girl. I’m going to be the best,” she nods her head.

“You must be really strong. I hope you’re able to be the best,” the people in the room go steel. She’s so heartfelt and wholesome that they all want to give her head pats. Hell, even Bakugou can tell she’s being sincere.

“Tch, whatever, shitty girl,” he turns to look out the window to hide his soft eyes.

“That was manly,” the redhead behind Bakugou says. His teeth are sharp and remind her of shark teeth, making her want to touch them to see if they’d hurt her. He had red eyes too but his are a bit happier than Bakugou’s.

‘Why is everyone so good looking? And fit? It’s like being surrounded by webtoons!’ Grey thinks to herself. She’s fits as well but she’s always had a thicker frame with wide hips, making her an hourglass shape.

“...WHY THE FUCK IS HE HERE,” and she oops. She hears Bakugou yelling at a greenette that walked through the door. This is when the banana starts to move, drawing a scream from Grey.

“IT’S MOVING!!! SOMEONE PEEL IT, PLEEEEASE. IT’S GONNA...ohh wait, it’s a sleeping bag. False alarm,” Aizawa facepalms. This girl reminds his mmm of Yamada.

“EVERYONE. IN YOUR SEATS,” he proceeds to tell them not to only focus on making friends and that’s he’s going to test them. Grey, however, it too busy chilling with finesse in her brain.

“Whoever comes last, gets expelled,” gasps ring around her and she nods. Now is the time to prove herself. She’ll show everyone she’s a force to look out for. Now, she just has to ignore the jamfest in her heart.

—————————————————————————-

I’m really excited for this new series😁

Chapter Soundtrack: Say So by Doja Cat, SupaLonely by Benee, Finesse by Bruno Mars ft. Cardi B

@sinclairsamess @sakurashortstack

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[miss-noo-na]

Sit Next To Me ( BM/Jae smut)

Title: Sit Next To Me

Featuring: BM (Kard) x Jae (Day6) x Reader

Rating: NC-17. Drinking & threeways!

Summary: You’re on vacation, staying in a summer home with two of your best friends. Things get a little too relaxed after a night of booze. 

Note: This story was a commission. If you would like one of your own, see the “request” link in my info!

When you entered the beach house you dropped your bags immediately, heading for the large windows at the other side of the living room, throwing open the curtains and taking in the sight of a blue ocean and pale sand. You sighed as you pressed your forehead against the glass, drinking in the beautiful scene.

As you listened to the waves crashing outside, you realized how quiet it was inside.

“I must be the first one here,” You thought, standing up straight again. Before you could turn, you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist and hoist you off the ground as you shrieked.

“Surprise!” A familiar voice said, and when you recognized it you started to pry at the hands.

“Matthew put me down!” You demanded as he carried you away from the window and dropped you on the couch.

“Nice to see you, too.” He smiled down at you.

You had been friends for a long time, though you hadn’t seen much of each other lately. You were both busy, him for obvious reasons, but you having your own things going on. It was rare you ever found yourself in the same city at the same time, so you couldn’t even meet up for coffee like old times. When he told you he was renting a vacation home for a week with some mutual friends, you jumped at the opportunity, not just to see him again but also to get away from work and life.1

“This place is great,” You commented, standing to fetch your bags. “Where’s my room?”

“Anywhere you like, you get first dibs,” He gestured down the hall and you bounded away before he could even finish the sentence. You went for the master, naturally. It had an amazing view and a private bathroom, everything you could have ever wanted.

“Have you talked to the others?” He called down the hall, and after dropping your things and staking your claim, you came back into the living room.

“I was texting with Jae this morning, I think his flight got in about a half hour ago.” You said, pulling your phone out of your back pocket to see if there were any updates.

Through someone as charismatic as Matthew, it was only natural you would come to befriend those he befriended, and since Jae ran in the same circles as you both, it was no surprise you clicked with him right away. The three of you didn’t get to spend time as a group that often, but you were constantly hitting each other up online and had probably one of the best group chats on the planet, they both constantly had you laughing out loud in inappropriate places. Knowing you would all be in the same house together soon filled you with ecstatic, happy butterflies.

“Oh cool, he’s on his way,” You smiled when you read your most recent texts.

“So how’ve you been?” You asked, plopping down on the couch and inviting him to sit and chat, which he did.

“Tired.” He laughed, “Busy, but good.”

“I bet, this is just what we all needed.” You nodded, then glanced toward the kitchen, and he spoke up as if reading your mind.

“I got in early and went shopping, there’s plenty of food and booze.” He said, and you smiled wide and reached over to pat him on the shoulder.

“I knew I could depend on you.”

One or two at a time, more friends arrived, people you were familiar with and some you weren’t, friends of friends, but Matthew assured you it wasn’t going to get too crowded. Jae arrived and you jumped up to give him a hug.

“Oh, he gets a hug and I get a “put me down, put me down.” Matthew commented, making his voice higher and whinier to mock you.

“He’s nicer than you.”  You teased and Jae laughed, “Yeah, duh. We all know I’m her favorite.”

Matthew scrunched up his face in your direction before leaving to tend to his guests.

“What’s up?” You turned back to Jae, helping him take a bag.

“Same ol’. Exhausted, ready to do nothing. Hey, is that bedroom taken?” He asked, peering down the hall.

“No dice, it’s mine.” You grinned triumphantly.

“Of course it is.” He deadpanned as he started down the hall to find something for himself.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind me being your neighbor, then.” He said, kicking the door across the hall open with his foot.

“I prefer it, actually.” You said, following him in to hand off one of his bags. Jae collapsed on the bed with a sigh and laid back, so you came to sit next to him.

“It’s supposed to be a party and everyone looks like they’re ready to nap.” You laughed, looking down at him. His face was serene, eyes closed under his glasses and hair tousled.  When he wasn’t talking he looked awfully cute, in a boyish way.

“Man, a nap sounds great.” He sighed again.

“Nope, not today.” You said, standing and pulling on one of his arms as you did so. He groaned and let himself be dead weight.

“I thought I was on vacaaaaation.” He whined, not relenting or even opening his eyes.

“We’ll sleep when we’re dead. Come on,” You tugged again, and finally he bowed forward and pulled himself to his feet.

“Fine.” He said in a mock-aggressive tone. You slapped him on the back twice, “That’s the spirit!”

When you had returned, most of the guests had found their quarters and were congregating in the kitchen. Snacks had been haphazardly tossed onto the counter because Matthew was more preoccupied with making drinks. You took it upon yourself to help out, finding some bowls and setting out chips and whatever else you could find. He shot you a smile from across the way, a silent thanks for the help, and you felt appreciated for your effort.

“My co-hostess also deserves a drink.” He approached later after he had gotten everyone else squared away, handing you something mixed in a cup.

“What’s this?” You asked, sniffing the concoction, the stinging sweetness hitting your nostrils.

“Just my famous jungle juice, which is a secret.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you as he took a drink from his own cup. You didn’t trust it for a moment, knowing it was probably full of all kinds of things that could get you fucked up, but then you remembered you were secluded in a cushy beach house with friends and a bedroom mere feet away. You shrugged and took a drink.

It burned all the way down, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought, and you nodded in approval. “Okay, strong but not disgusting. Good job.”

“I’m glad you’re pleased, madam.” He bowed forward.

“Make Jae one.” You said, tipping your chin in the punch bowls direction.

“Are we sure his skinny ass can handle it?” He said with a smirk.

“Hey!” Jae yelled from across the room, which made you chuckle.

Once the glass was poured, you brought it over to where Jae sat on the couch, nudging his leg with yours so he could make room for you. He scooted, and you plopped down, handing him the cup.

“This is gross” He scowled after his first drink.

“Well I’m sorry it's not whatever fancy champagne they put in your dressing rooms.” You rolled your eyes.

“Are you accusing me of being bougie? Me?” He feigned offense, placing his other hand on his chest.

“I’m just saying, you might be getting too comfortable these days.” You gave him a sideways glance as you took a sip. You were mostly pulling his leg, but he didn’t need to know that yet.

“Whatever! I’m as down to earth as I’ve ever been. You wanna go to McDonalds? I will eat a big mac in front of you.”

You laughed, shaking your head. He always found a way to amuse you.

As the night wore on, chill music pumped from a stereo in the corner and the overall mood was relaxed, with occasional fits of laughter at a joke or a story. You felt warm, the alcohol working its way over your body to relax you and give you a flighty feeling. You stopped before you hit your limit, because you enjoyed the nice buzz you had going, still aware but a little more loose, your words and your thoughts flowing freely, tension easing.

People started to break off into groups or head to bed, and you found yourself alone for a moment, until you spotted Matthew in the room adjacent to the living room. You hadn’t ventured in there yet, but when you did you saw it was a theater room, with a couch that looked more like a bed, cushions long and wide enough to lay on, which is exactly what he was doing.

“This is so cool!” You almost shouted,  letting yourself fall down on the cushions next to him. He laughed, rolling toward you. His eyes were half open and he looked comfortable.

“Are you sleepy?” You asked, reaching up to push your hands through his hair. He closed his eyes and  hummed in response, nodding his head.

“Your jungle juice was too strong, huh?” You giggled.

“No way, it was perfect.” He mumbled, opening his eyes.

“Jae thought it was gross.”

“Jae is gross.” He shot back.

“Are you talking about me?” You heard a voice enter the room.

“Jae, come lay down, it’s so comfy.” You said happily, patting the spot next to you.

He circled the couch and much like you, let himself fall on his back on the other side of you.

“Oh no.” He said, staring up at the ceiling.

“What?”

“It’s so comfy, I can’t move.”

“I told you.”

“Who invited him?” Matthew asked, opening his eyes fully.

“Hey, you leave him alone.” You smacked him playfully, surprised then when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

“I haven’t seen you in months.” He breathed against your neck, sending a chill down your spine. You laughed awkwardly to conceal it.

“Well, neither has Jae. Right, Jae?”

Jae opened his eyes and lulled his head toward you, then narrowed his vision in confusion at what he saw.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one she hasn’t spent any time with.”

“She likes me more.” Matthew smiled, squeezing you tighter and burying his head between your neck and shoulder, then nuzzled his nose against you. “Right, baby?”

This wasn’t the first time he had been flirtatious with you, especially while drinking, but this felt different. It was a mishmash of feelings, complicated by how much you were enjoying it.

You reached down, pulling his hands off you and turning onto your back so you could face him, thinking it would help. Instead you were now incredibly close to him, almost nose to nose as he looked down at you.

“I like you both.” You said, trying to go along with the joke but it came out in a different way.  Matthew was smirking, and getting closer.

“How much?” He asked in a mischievous drawl. You couldn’t answer even if you wanted to, because his lips connected with yours, melting down into you and you took it in, letting him kiss you slow and deep. Your eyelids fluttered for a moment in surprise, but thanks to the alcohol and the lush feeling of his mouth you found yourself not just surrendering to it, but actively responding.

It was a kiss that made your cheeks feel hot and mind dizzy, and when he pulled back you had almost forgotten where you were, opening your eyes and peering over at Jae, who still laid stock-still on his back only now he stared, eyes much wider than before.

“That’s my queue, ladies and gentleman.” He said, pushing himself up to leave.  

You reached out and grabbed his shirt sleeve, tugging him back. “Don’t go.”

He laughed, “You want me to sit here and watch you make out with my friend? I’m good.”

You trailed your fingertips down his arm and felt a shiver go through him.

“I want you to stay.”

You didn’t entirely know why you were saying what you were saying, you just knew you really wanted him here with the both of you.

“Yeah, it’s your turn.” Matthew said in a teasing tone, yet somehow completely serious at the same time.

Jae glanced at you over his shoulder and you grinned.

“Come here,” You said softly, tugging on his arm again. He looked reluctant, but he gently laid back down facing you, blinking at you in anticipation.

You reached out and caressed his jaw and neck, and were relieved when he relaxed under your touch. Your thumb and grazed over his lips and he lowered his eyelids, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You asked quietly.

“Of course he does.” Matthew laughed behind you, and you smiled but mostly ignored the comment, waiting for his response.

It came in the form of him leaning forward, pushing past your hands and planting his mouth against yours. The first thing you thought was how different it felt kissing him than Matthew, softer and more tender, but you enjoyed both. He didn’t hesitate as much as you thought he would, already seeking entrance to your mouth, the tip of his tongue meeting yours. You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt another pair of lips against the back of your neck, Matthew’s hand laying on your hip and pulling you back against him.

A little voice in the back of your mind was screaming that this was crazy, but it was drowned out by the pleasure that rushed over your skin like warm honey, enveloped by the touches and kisses of both men at either side of you.

One seemed to spur on the other unknowingly. When Jae deepened his kiss, Matthew’s nips and sucks got more insistent along your neck and shoulders. When Matthew tugged you back against his hips, Jae’s hands found their way to your neck, falling down your chest to your breasts to be groped. Your senses were overwhelmed, but you didn’t want it to slow down, you just wanted to see how much further it would go, how much pleasure they could give.

When you were finally able to come up for some air you were panting, your entire body on fire.

“Can I…” Jae swallowed and seemed to stop himself, realizing what exactly was happening and searching your face for some kind of confirmation. You had an idea of what he wanted, by the way his fingertips fidgeted around the edge of your shirt, but he almost looked too shy to ask and that made you want to kiss him again.

You nodded, guiding his hands where you knew he wanted them, and at the same time felt Matthew’s teeth sink into your neck. When he saw your shirt coming off over your head, he laughed.

“These might as well go, too.” He said, slipping his fingers inside the waistband of your pants, but waiting for your approval. You gave him a coy look over your shoulder, and he took you by the jaw to kiss you as his other hand tugged the garment over your hips and down your thighs.

“What are we doing?” Jae laughed awkwardly, and when you turned back to him you saw the way his eyes scanned the entirety of your body, now only in your bra and panties.

“Whatever we feel like.” Matthew said, “It’s our vacation.”

Despite this, you could tell Jae continued to look unsure, more-so like he wanted so much more but was afraid to go after it. You took his hands in yours and brought them to your torso.

“You can touch me, it’s okay.” You grinned as you pecked him on the mouth.

Getting your blessing eased his anxiety, leaning in to plant kisses along your collarbone as he explored with his hands. Matthew was unsurprisingly more bold, listening and feeling for your responses and acting accordingly.  He trailed his fingertips down your spine before grabbing your ass, then sliding them under the flimsy fabric.

You gasped and arched back when you felt him brush against your folds, his index and middle finger wiggling their way in from behind. He pressed on your entrance, your juices coating his digits.

“God, you’re wet.” He breathed, like this was the realization that this wasn’t a joke anymore and he was really about to do this to you, and you both wanted it.

“It’s kind of hard-” You stopped to mewl as his fingers started to press into you, “n-not to be, oh god.”

“I’m being honest when I say I’ve never thought about what you sound like when you moan.” Matthew started, the satisfaction on his face apparent, “But I’m so glad I know now.”

There was no longer any mistaking how turned on all three of you were, throwing all caution aside and letting yourself give into it. This of course meant you wanted to be bold too, and took the opportunity when you saw the way Jae’s face flushed and he started to squirm listening to you moan while Matthew fucked you with his fingers.

You touched his chest first, dragging your hand down to the front of his pants, and he watched helplessly, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red.

“You don’t have to d-”

You silenced him with your mouth on his, your tongue pushing past his lips to roll over his, happy with how he groaned into your mouth as you undid the front of his pants and slipped your hand inside.

Jae sucked in a sharp breath as you wrapped your fingers around him, applying pressure as you started to stroke. You met his eyes, and drank in the sight of each other consumed in pleasure, your hands on him while Matthew worked you over from behind. He didn’t like being left out, though, and you could hear him fumbling around behind you with his other hand, though his fingers never stopped their deliberate massaging motion against your inner walls.

You knew exactly what he’d been doing when his length pressed hot and hard against your lower back, and you rocked back into him again. He brought his mouth back to your neck, kissing his way up to your ear.

“I wanna fuck you.”

You almost choked on air at his words, gripping Jae a little harder in your hand, your stomach dropping with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Could you really let him do that? Right here and now on this couch with Jae right in front of you? A small rational piece of your mind tried to warn you of the potential danger of this, how things might change, but arousal was clouding your judgement and you just wanted him inside you.

You pressed your hips back into him, using your free hand to pull your panties off. He hooked his hand inside your thigh and pulled your legs apart, nudging your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Are you sure?”

You looked back at him and nodded, letting a sly smile curl over your mouth as you rocked yourself back and forth, letting him feel it. His brow creased and he moaned, not needing anything else as he slid himself inside you.

You turned back and gasped, clawing at Jae’s shoulder with one hand and stroking him harder with the order. His eyes had fallen shut as he pushed his hips forward into your grip, falling into you and pressing his mouth against your shoulder.

The angle was awkward at first, but Matthew was able to find a steady rhythm holding your thigh and pushing himself inside you before drawing back and doing it again. From here, he was able to thrust up into a spot inside you that had your eyes squeezing shut and your nails digging into Jae’s shoulder, which he didn’t seem to mind, too lost in his own feelings.

Matthew’s hand moved, gliding over your lower abdomen before reaching around and between your legs where he could press his fingertips over your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing and you almost wanted to fight against it, that’s how good it felt.  Instead, you took it, and met him when you could, rolling your hips back and loving the sounds it brought out of him. Alternatively, you also reveled in how just your hand was bringing Jae to the edge and he was whimpering into your neck, rocking forward to seek more friction.

“I’m close,” Matthew ground out through his teeth, “But you need to come first.”

“Harder,” You insisted in a whine, and he chuckled breathlessly.

“You like it rough, eh?” He asked, clearly amused despite his mounting orgasm. With that, he pulled back and slammed himself in, picking up the pace and rubbing you faster. You could barely keep your grip on Jae now, eyes closed as you focused on your release. He didn’t mind, though, pulling back to watch your face, feeling your heat and wanting it just as badly as you did.

“Come on, baby.” He whispered to you, bringing his mouth close to yours. “That’s it.”

You pulled in a lungful of air before it came out in a long, desperate moan of release as your orgasm rocked your body. Matthew pulled your hips back and you down on his cock as he worked your orgasm out of you with his other hand. As you started to come down, Jae took your face in his hands and kissed you.

“Fuck, yes.” Matthew growled, giving a few more hard thrusts against your pulsing walls before pulling out and releasing on his lower abdomen. He pressed his forehead against your back and panted.

You took a moment to regain your breath and thoughts before you threw a leg over Jae’s hips and rolled him over you. Matthew lay on his back  next to you, breathing hard and recovering. When he glanced over he laughed at the bewildered look on Jae’s face now that he was on top of you.

“Fuck me,” You told him with a smile, and Jae blinked down at you.

“Are y-”

He was about to question you just like Matthew had, but you didn’t have patience for his dorky nice guy hesitation, even though you did appreciate it.

Instead, before he could finish the thought, you reached down and took him into your hand and guided him inside you, pressing your hips up so he would sink all the way in at once.

“You su-holy shit.” He finished in a shaky moan, which had you suppressing a giggle.

You knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with the way you’d been teasing him with your hand before, bringing him right to the edge but not letting him finish. You didn’t mind, though, and now made it your mission to make him come undone.

Once Jae got his bearings he began to thrust, and ended up dropping down, finding his favorite place nestled in your neck again. He liked being close, cocooned into you completely, and it made you feel warm and wanted.

Matthew was sleepy and coming out of his buzz, and he simply watched, intrigued as you tugged at Jae’s hair and encouraged him.

“Ah, ah,” He whined against your skin as you rolled your hips against him, pulling him deeper with your legs. Finally he jerked forward and let out a low moan, his whole body tensing up, then relaxing all at once. 

He laid there panting for a moment, finally finding the strength to pull out and fall back to his original place.

“And this is only the first night.” Matthew quipped with a devious grin.

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[jinned]

BTS React- You surprise them and take them out on a date

-”really?” he says with a cute blush

-does that shy smile

-asks what he should wear and asks about the setting environment

-he moans and whines but in reality he’s really excited that you decided to surprise him

-he’s not used to being spoiled so when you take him to an old music shop you found, he’s over the moon

-you watch happily as he bounces from bin to bin, picking up different CD’s and admiring the artwork

-he’ll grab your wrist and lead you over to some great finds he found, telling you all about the artist’s history and how much they’ve influenced his own work

-when you go to check out, he stammers as you pull out your own wallet and buy everything he picked out

-”Y/N. You didn’t have to do that. Just taking me here was enough!”

-you laugh and hand the bag of goodies over to him, a big, bright smile on your face. “I’m spoiling you today.”

-you sit in the parking lot for a good 15 minutes, Namjoon not allowing you to drive yet until he picks the perfect CD to show you

-once the PERFECT album has been selected, Namjoon loses himself, excitingly gushing about certain lyric meanings

-when you get home he rushes to his studio and proudly displays his new finds on his music shelf

-we all know Jin loves his food

-so it’s no surprise that you go on a lot of restaurant dates

-he loved showing you his new finds and gorging out with you, taking cute couple pics with your dishes

-so when you got the idea to take him to this new food cart area, you were almost buzzing with excitement

-when he got home from work on Friday night you were already ready to go

-”Y/N,” he groans, drawing out your name. “I just walked in. Let me get settled.”

-”Nope!” You beam. “Get changed. We’re going out!”

-It’s obvious he’s very tired, but he smiles and does as he’s told

-the air is crisp as you step outside your home. you grab Jin's hand and skip beside him

-Jin looks at you fondly before joining you in your joyous skipping

-when you get to the food carts, the sky is darkening and the street lights are just starting to turn on

-"what is this place?" Seokjin wonders in amazement

-"there's about fifteen different food carts here. and I'm here to buy whatever you want."

-"is this why you purposefully didn't pack my lunch today?"

-"bingo"

-"you're the best!" he kisses your cheek and runs off, ping ponging from cart to cart

-it's easy for Yoongi to get caught up in the little things in life

-you'd wake up in the middle of the night to find him sitting up, wringing his hands in his lap, clearly mulling over something that was bugging him

-all you could really do in those moments is rub soothing circles across his back, hoping to rub some of the worries away

-having had a particularly sleepless week, you decided that it's time to surprise him with a little getaway

-you spent the whole morning preparing a picnic with his favorite sandwiches, snacks, and juice

-when Yoongi wakes up, you tell him to get ready

-sleepily, he nods his head and gets in the shower

-while he's showering, you go into your bedroom and get his clothes ready for him

-"thank you, y/n." he kisses your temple as he gets dressed, his movements slow

-once in the car, you steal a few glances at your boyfriend

-he has his hand hanging out the car window, letting the wind carry it, his head bops to the beat of the music playing softly through the radio, completely lost in his own world

-you find a place to park and gather up the picnic basket and blanket from the trunk

-"here, let me take that." Yoongi reaches out and grabs the basket from your arms while you remain with the blanket

-you smile as he takes your hand, you leading the way to a favorite spot you both share

-the spot is in the grass by a grand willow tree foreseeing a large pond

-the sun is shining but it's not too hot thanks to the gentle breeze blowing against your backs

-you lay out the blanket and Yoongi wordlessly sits down with the basket and opens it

-watching him fondly, you see him smile while looking down at the contents

-"this is all for me?" he looks at you with a shy grin

-"of course! I wanted to spend the day with you. I've been kind of worried about you."

-Yoongi scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your back, pulling your head against his shoulder. he rests his head on top of yours and rubs small circles against your arm

-"thank you," he mutters

-you spend the rest of the day enjoying the picnic you've prepared and watch the ducks swim around in the pond

-one week

-one entire week your air conditioner has been out

-in the middle of summer of course

-it has made both you and Hoseok miserable

-so much so that you've been picking fights with one another

-you're at work on friday in the nice cool ac, finally able to think straight when you realize how ridiculous you've both been

-you tried to think of a way to make it up to your boyfriend

-looking over at your coworkers desk and seeing a particular object made by their kid gave you a brilliant idea

-after work you rushed to the nearest store

-when you open the door to your home you can't even try to hold back your groan as you're hit with a wave of heat

-it's colder outside than it is inside and it didn't matter if you had the windows open or not

-the musky humid smell in the air is enough to make you want to turn back around and sleep in your office

-you adjust your grip on your grocery bags and stand firm with your idea and lock the door behind you

-"I'm home!" you yell into the house

-moving to the living room, you set down your grocery bags and take out a few items

-"what are you doing?" Hoseok sighs and looks at you

-"filling the coffee table. sit"

-he wordlessly complies and watches as you continue to take different snacks from ramen to raspberries to sour gummy worms to sour cream and onion pringles 

-after the table is set, you walk over to the ac unit and, with a smug smirk on your face, you turn on the air conditioning

-”whoa!” Hoseok baffles as he looks around the room, feeling the cool air being pumped into the room

-”I got us snacks, a working air conditioner, and some colored pencils. I figured we can have a stay at home date and enjoy our newly operating ac.”

-Hoseok smiles widely, eagerly searching for the colored pencils while you put in a movie

-Jimin had been working extra hard lately, leaving no room to lounge and rest

-and knowing him, he won’t stop until his body gives out on him

-the beginnings of fall have quickly arrived and walking outside in the chilly air has proven to be rather....unpleasant

-but on your way home, you walk past a new shop that has opened up 

-and ding ding ding LIGHTBULB

-Jimin comes home after a long day of practice and flings himself on the couch

-he looks utterly exhausted and it pains you to see him work himself this hard

-you’re sitting on the chair by the window pretending to read

-”so,” you say, nonchalantly turning an unread page. “I talked with your manager...”

-”yeah?” Jimin calls out, unmoving

-”he told me that you can have tomorrow off.” you smile as his head pops up quickly, his eyebrows raised high with disbelief

-”and I have a surprise for yooouu.” you sing and close your book, making your way towards him to leave a kiss on his forehead

-the next day Jimin is practically bouncing circles around you, begging for you to tell him what the surprise is

-”here it is!” you exclaim with outstretched arms towards the shop you saw yesterday

-”a...massage...parlour?” 

-”let’s go. our appointments are in five minutes.”

-as you lay on the table, face pointed towards your boyfriend, you smile as he shuts his eyes, the white towel covering his butt leaving the rest of his body exposed

-but you quickly shake those thoughts out of your mind. this is about getting Jimin to relax

-well...you can get him to relax in that way LATER

-you know he would never come get a massage on his own and honestly? who would turn down a couples massage

-you watch with delight as the masseuse rubs out the knots in his back, soft moans of relief leaving his lips

-you have the best boyfriend in the world

-one who caters to you, listens to you, and is always looking for ways to spoil you

-so you wanted to surprise him with your own thought out date!

-it’s a bright and sunny morning and you wake up buzzing, totally amped to take your cute ass boyfriend on a cute ass date to the zoo

-Taehyung speeds to get ready when you tell him what you’re doing today and the drive to the zoo is filled with loud singing and random dances in the car

-after you’re in the zoo, you give Taehyung some money

-and before you can tell him it’s for food and snacks for the day, maybe even a cute t shirt

-he bee lines it for the gift shop

-not even five minutes later he comes out with this big ol stuffed gorilla that’s almost as big as you are

-”HIS NAME IS HARAMTAE!”

-you just laugh and take Taehyung’s hand while he lugs the gorilla under his other arm

-throughout the rest of the date you take lots of pics with Haramtae and make silly faces at the animals

-it’s a day Taehyung talks about for a long time

-life seems to have been getting to Jungkook lately

-he constantly feels like he can’t do anything right

-and that weight has been getting heavier and heavier

-it’s been a while since the two of you have gone out and had a date night and you knew the basic dinner and movie scene wasn’t going to play out well during these times

-he needs to laugh and to have fun. judgeless fun

-you go to the bank and get as many nickels as you can before getting weird looks from the bank teller

-and you run out of the bank with your ziplock bags of nickels like the real goblin you are

-then you text your boyfriend where to meet you

-you wait anxiously by the front door until you see Jungkook stagger in, hands tucked deeply into his pockets

-a small smile breaks out as he sees you and then he looks around more

-”a nickel arcade?” he chuckles and shakes his head

-”person with the least amount of tickets buys dinner!”

-you throw a ziplock bag at him and rush off to find the easiest game that’ll give you the most tickets

-after a short period of time, a genuine smile is permanently painted on Jungkook’s face as the two of you run around the arcade like mad men, tickets flying over your shoulders and shouting back banter to one another

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

♡𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 ♡

© do not copy, modify, translate, or repost. Jinitude 9/23/19

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[karmanticmoved]

20 OTP Questions

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tagging: @pinaplelee, @jatne-jezra, whoever else has ships they want 2 Yell about

Dominick & Charon - "Violent Delights"

(I have yet to draw Charon, but here's Dom)

1. Who can out drink the other?

For the first couple years they work together, Charon could beat Dominick easily, if only because of how unaccustomed he was to drinking alcohol in large quantities. Once he builds up his tolerance, however, they're a pretty even match. But Charon can still hold up better than Dom when drunk.

2. Who says "I love you" more?

Neither of them say it for a long time, mostly because of Dominick refusing to act on his own feelings 'since he doesn't want Charon just.. Reciprocating only because of the contract. But when things are finally out in the open, it's likely Charon who actually says it more often. Only while they're alone, of course, but it always breaks through Dom's angry and bitter barriers and he never fails to say, or show that he loves him too.

3. Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Dominick struggles the most, after having grown up in Vault 101, surrounded by other people constantly. He doesn't admit it, but he gets a lot of nightmares that always end up worst when he sleeps alone. It takes Charon a long time to actually realize because of how closed off Dom is, but so long as he doesn't mention it, Dominick is almost always willing to sleep right beside, or cuddled up with Charon to lessen the stress and panic from nightmares. Being held.. Helps.

4. Who swears more?

Dominick swears more, but also talks more in general. He can't stop himself from involving himself and being a dick a lot of the time, and says way too many things he shouldn't. Most sentences that leave his mouth have some swear word in them.

5. Who does more of the housework?

Charon. Dominick is.. A little lazy, at least in terms of taking care of their house. He doesn't avoid it altogether, but he needs a push from Charon to actually remember that he should help.

6. Who forgets their anniversary?

They don't exactly have one, or care about specific dates as they don't keep track most of the time anyway. They do occasionally switch off on being sweet and treating each other though, similarly to anniversary dates or whatnot. Mostly, they're more like, every day could be our last, who gives a shit about specific dates?

7. Who steals the duvet in their sleep?

Dominick moves in his sleep a hell of a lot more than Charon in general, so most of the time, he steals the covers. But at the same time, he often curls into his chest or side, so it's too sweet to matter.

8. Who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Dominick doesn't snore, but Charon does occasionally. It's rarely ever an issue though, since Dom is almost always the first to fall asleep just because of Charon wanting to watch over him and make sure he does get some sleep.

9. Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Dominick finds stray animals, but he doesn't beg Charon to let him keep them, he makes that decision for himself, and Charon just rolls his eyes and goes with it. Because the bastard is a lil bit cute when he's all but draped over a puppy he found on the side of the road somewhere.

10. Who usually makes dinner?

They switch off. Charon has some good experience for using what they have available in the Wasteland, meanwhile Dominick has some experience from learning how to cook back in the vault. Sometimes, if they aren't exhausted, they work together.

11. Who plays their music out loud?

Dominick keeps his Pip-Boy tuned to Galaxy News Radio constantly, at least while they're on the road. He needs the background noise, and while Charon got annoyed at first, he eventually stops paying mind to it, and sometimes is amused by Dominick humming or tapping along to certain songs.

12. Who hogs the bathroom?

Neither of them. Charon doesn't care that much about his appearance, and Dominick is.. More insecure than he lets on, and doesn't like Observing himself. Being both ghoulified and having a lot of cyborg parts makes him :///

13. Who gives the most compliments?

They're about equal in how many they give, but it's all dependent on where they are, what they're doing, and the actual compliment. Charon gives more compliments in public, mostly when Dom does something to warrant them, or if he does need a reminder that Charon genuinely cares about him. Sometimes, the compliments veer more towards "you're dangerous and scary and it's hot ♡", which suits Dom just fine.

But when its Dom giving compliments, they're mostly in private, especially if they're doing anything sexual or like. Veering towards it. At first, it was like. General compliments without much weight, but after a while, Dominick ended up softening a lot during those situations (most of the time, at least. sometimes he's still. scary and hot.) and his compliments are sweeter and more specific.

14. Who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

It's almost always Dominick who starts arguments, and Charon who reaches out first after they've cooled off. Most of the time, they argue about Dominick's safety, mostly because of how many enemies he has and dangerous situations he puts himself in. They don't argue as much as it seems like they would, however, because of how startlingly similar they are, they can just talk it out most of the time.

15. Who isn't afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Charon without fail. Dominick isn't hard to embarrass, if you know what you're doing, and he gets a mix of flustered and angry, which Charon finds amusing every time.

16. Who gives the other cringe-worthy pet names?

Neither have a lot of pet names at all, but Charon enjoys the ones that get to Dominick in some way (mostly good ways), like boss, handsome, uhhh others I can't think of right now. Dominick feels weird saying pet names in general, but will very rarely go with more traditional ones like baby.

17. Who fusses over the other when they get sick?

Charon has to actually force Dominick to stay down and not make things worse for himself, meanwhile Dominick complains and sort of dotes on Charon, then complains even louder and eventually just cuddles up with him.

18. Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Neither of them can stay angry with the other for too long. Charon knows that Dominick is just bitter and very rarely actually means to make him mad, and he can be cute when he wants affection. And Dominick just.. thinks about how long they've stuck together, and that Charon cares about him even after he was an ass for several years, and he softens.

19. Who clings to the other for comfort when they're sad or scared?

Dominick is more willing to reach out first, albeit he does it without ever wanting to mention that he did again. He'll be the one to latch onto Charon at night or when he's upset, and tries to notice when Charon himself is upset, and will sit in his lap or collapse on him to give him comfort first. It doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated.

20. Who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Most of the time, Dominick is the first to initiate anything intimate, but after that, Charon does enjoy taking some control and continuing where Dom left off. On other occasions, when Dominick purposefully riles Charon up, he will actually be the first to initiate more intimate things, which Dominick thinks is great. Most times, they match each other in intensity, though.

#otp: violent delights #tagged in #oc: dominick #fo3 #how add read more on mobile....... #fuck

[bucky-of-the-opera]

Roll With the Changes (3/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary:  He lost his friends, his reputation, and his first love. Will Steve be able to pick up the broken pieces of his life, or will he need someone else to help him?

Warnings: language, angst

Word Count: 2,306

A/N: I loved writing this part; I’ve always wanted Steve to be comforted after the whole “bullshit scene” at the Halloween Party. He deserves it.

Masterlist // Part 2

The music coming from the party was so loud that you could hear it before you even turned onto the street. Robin whistled when you pulled up to the house. “Damn. It looks like everyone in Hawkins is here tonight.”

You parked among the mess of cars and followed her to the front door. As you raised your hand to knock, Robin pushed it back down and opened the door herself.

“No one’s gonna hear you over the music,” she said, walking inside.

“Right,” you blushed.

“First thing’s first; I gotta go see what the refreshment situation is.”

“You are not allowed to get wasted, Buckley,” you said as you followed her into the kitchen. “Your parents would kill me.”

She groaned. “Come on, Y/N; loosen up a little! That’s why we’re here.”

You scoffed. “I’m driving. I can’t get ‘sheet-faced’ as the flyer said.”

Robin grabbed a fistful of candy and dangled it in your face. “But you can get chocolate-wasted.”

You squinted at her and then eyed the candy, licking your lips. “Fine,” you said, snatching it out of her hands.

The sudden sound of cheering turned your attention away from Robin. It seemed to be coming from outside. The incoherent cheers turned into chanting for Billy as he entered the house.

“Why is he here?” you mumbled to yourself.

For a moment, you thought Billy had spotted you. But he walked further into the living room instead and stood face to face with Steve. You couldn’t hear what they were saying over the music, but by the look on Steve’s face, it wasn’t a friendly conversation. Tommy H. had followed Billy from outside and seemed to be taunting Steve as well. Nancy turned away from them and stomped off to where you and Robin stood in the kitchen.

“Everything okay?” you asked Nancy.

“Yeah, everything’s just peachy,” she answered, dipping her cup into the punch bowl.

Steve appeared by her side after she downed the first drink and went back for seconds. “Hey, whoa, whoa! Take it easy. Nance, Nance.”

She pulled the drink away from her lips and threw her hands up. “We’re just being stupid teenagers for the night. Wasn’t that the deal?” She took another swig of her drink and pushed through the group of people to get to the living room.

Steve sighed, leaning against the counter.

“Wow. Is she all right?” you asked him.

He turned his head to look at you. “Yeah, she’s fine. Just in a bad mood tonight.”

“Are you all right?”

He looked down at the counter and fidgeted with his sunglasses. “I’m great.”

“That sounded totally sincere.” His head snapped back towards you, making you clear your throat. “Um, I want to apologize for what I said yesterday,” you said as you rubbed the back of your neck. “Billy is a jerk, and I shouldn’t have belittled you for trying to look out for me.”

Steve stared at you, confusion etched on his face. “Why are you apologizing to me? I’m the one who overreacted and yelled at you in front of everyone.” 

You bit your lip and looked down at your feet. 

“Look, I’m sorry for yesterday. That wasn’t cool. And you’re right; I have been avoiding you.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I’ve just been involved in some shit lately, and I didn’t want you mixed in with any of it. It’s bad enough that Nancy is,” Steve said softly as he turned away from you again.

You shook your head. “There you go again, deciding what’s best for me.” You leaned on the counter top next to him. “News flash, Steve. I’m not a child; I don’t need you constantly looking out for me. Especially since you don’t even know me.”

“Maybe it would be better if it stayed that way.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Exactly how bad is this shit your involved in that you won’t let anyone into your life?”

Steve sighed. “Bad enough.” He stood up straight and brushed his jacket off. “I’m gonna go make sure Nancy’s still alive out there. See ya, Y/N.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

Robin was no longer standing behind you when you turned around, so you left the kitchen to look for her. When you stepped outside, you found her talking to a girl you didn’t recognize. You cleared your throat loudly as you approached Robin. 

She spun around, eyes wide. “Y/N! Hey, sorry I left. I didn’t want to have to look at Harrington’s face any longer than I had to.”

“It’s fine.” You eyed the girl next to her. “It seems like you found a way to entertain yourself in my absence.”

Robin blushed. “Yeah, um, I was actually about to head back inside. It’s kind of cold out here.” She turned back to the girl. “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow.” Robin grabbed your hand and pulled you back towards the house.

“Slow down, Buckley. Who was that?”

Robin looked over her shoulder to make sure the girl was no longer within earshot. “That’s Tammy.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. “Woah, woah. Wait. That was The Tammy Thompson?”

“Yes. Now keep your voice down!”

“Did you ask her out?”

“What?! No!”

“Why not?”

“Oh my god, I am not talking about this right now.” Robin started to walk away when you grabbed her arm. 

“Fine, we won’t talk about her.”

Robin sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

A few moments later, the speakers started blaring Prince’s Let’s Go Crazy. You grabbed both of Robin’s hands and pulled her into the living room. “Come on.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

You smiled at her. “We’re dancing, is what’s happening. Let’s go!”

The two of you were immediately enveloped by the rest of the crowd and started moving to the beat with everyone else.

Robin watched you as you spun around. “Is that what you call dancing?”

“Yep. You’re jealous of my moves aren’t you?”

“That is exactly what I am.”

The next few songs had ended, leaving you parched. You headed towards the kitchen for a drink just in time to see Nancy spill her punch all over her sweater. She ran off into the bathroom, and Steve followed closely behind her. Barely a minute later, he reemerged from the bathroom. He had slammed the door shut behind him and marched straight outside.

The Good Samaritan inside of you got the better of you, so you motioned to Robin from across the room that you were going outside. You searched through the jungle of cars until you found Steve weaving through them a few feet away.

“Hey, wait up!”

He either didn’t hear you, or he chose to ignore you, because he kept walking.

“HARRINGTON!”

This time, Steve stopped. He spun around, fists at his sides. “WHAT?” When he saw that it was you, he unclenched his fists. “What do you want from me?”

“I just wanted to talk and make sure that you were okay.”

He laughed in disbelief. “Why? Why do you keep trying to be nice to me when I keep acting like an ass to you?”

You shrugged. “You looked like you needed a friend.”

“I don’t need anybody,” he muttered.

“That’s bullshit.”

Steve flinched. “Don’t say that word,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear him. 

You took a few steps closer to him. “I know we don’t know each other that well, but you can talk to me, Steve.”

He looked up at you, unsure of how to respond.

“Or, I could just stay out here with you for a bit, so you don’t have to be alone. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” You took your keys out of your pocket. “My car’s right behind you. We can just listen to music, and I can put the heat on full blast.”

He looked down at the ground and nodded, so you unlocked your car. He sat down in the passenger’s seat while you slid into the drivers side. Steve leaned his head against the window, arms crossed. The two of you listened to a few songs before he finally spoke.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

“Excuse me?”

He pointed at your clothes. “Your costume. Who are you?”

“Oh. I’m Han Solo.”

Steve stared at you, waiting for further explanation.

“From the Star Wars trilogy,” you added.

He shrugged.

“You’ve never seen any of the Star Wars movies?” you asked, incredulously. 

He shook his head.

“Holy shit. You need a moviecation.”

“A what?” he asked, eyebrows knitted in confusion.

You laughed. “A moviecation; you need someone to show you all the great movies that you’ve apparently been missing out on.”

He gave you a small smile. “Is that an actual word, or did you make that up?”

“Who knows,” you shrugged. You glanced over at his outfit. “Who are you supposed to be?”

Steve stared at the sunglasses in his hands. “Nancy and I did a couple’s costume. We went as Tom Cruise and Rebecca De Mornay’s characters from Risky Business.”

You looked him up and down. “Well, you definitely chose the wrong outfit.”

He turned his head to look at you. “What do you mean?”

“You should’ve walked into that house in a buttoned up shirt, white socks, and your tidy-whities. And then you should’ve done the dance for everyone at the party.”

He dropped his head into his hands and laughed. “I can’t just walk into a room full of people in my underwear! And besides, it’s way too cold for that.”

“You’ve done it before though, right? In that great, big house of yours when your parents aren’t home; glide across the floor in your underwear while listening to Old Time Rock and Roll.”

He blushed, avoiding your eyes.

“I’m not hearing a ‘no’,” you teased. You leaned back in your seat, staring out of the windshield. “I’ve done it.”

His head snapped back in your direction. “You have?”

You giggled at him. “Sure. Who hasn’t?”

Steve hummed and turned back to look at the house. He fidgeted with the sunglasses in his hands. “Nancy’s got a huge crush on Tom Cruise. That’s why I dressed up as him.” He scoffed and dropped the glasses in his lap. “It doesn’t matter now though. She hates me. She thinks I’m bullshit, and that our relationship is bullshit. She told me so, right to my face.”

“Nancy was drunk, Steve. I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah, right.” He ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the ends. “You weren’t there; you didn’t see the hate in her eyes.”

“Im sorry, Steve.”

He dropped his face in his hands. “I should’ve seen this coming. I’m so stupid.”

You pulled his hands away from his face to make him look at you. “You are not stupid, Steve. Nancy just wasn’t the one for you.” 

He looked down at your hands that were gripping his wrists and then tilted his head back up to look into your eyes. The moment only lasted for a few seconds, but the intensity of his stare made it feel like eons.

You released him from your hold, your cheeks reddening. You turned back to face the windshield and ran your hands over the steering wheel.

Steve cleared his throat. “I think I’m gonna head home.” He opened the car door and placed one foot on the ground before turning back to you. “Um, thank you for, you know… staying with me and listening to my problems.”

You smiled at him. “Anytime, Steve.”

He gave you a small, appreciative smile in return before shutting the car door and walking away. 

You rested your forehead against the steering wheel. Seconds later, a knock on the window made you jump. When you turned your head, you saw Robin waving back at you. You rolled the window down and stuck your head out.

“What the hell; are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Robin crouched down so she was eye level with you. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I saw Harrington leaving your car. What was that about?”

“He and Nancy had a fight; I wanted to come out here and try to calm him down before he drove home.”

“Is everything all right now?”

“It’s too soon to tell.” 

Robin wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m freezing my ass off out here. Are we going back inside or what?”

“I think I’m all partied out, honestly.”

She nodded and walked around to the other side of the car, sliding in next to you. “Let’s get out of here, then. There’s a hot bath at home calling my name,” Robin said with her eyes closed and her head pressed against the headrest.

“I have to go check on Nancy first, make sure she has a way to get home.”

“I’m staying here where it’s warm.”

You chuckled. “That’s fine. I’ll be back.”

You started heading back to the house when you saw Nancy walk out of the front door. She was leaning against Jonathan, his jacket draped over her.

“Hey, Nancy. Are you feeling all right?” you asked. 

She merely groaned in response and pulled the jacket tighter around herself.

“She’s about ready to crash. Steve asked me to take her home,” Jonathan said.

“Oh, okay then. Well, I’ll see you guys at school, then. Feel better, Nancy.”

You got back into your car and dropped Robin off at her house. By the time you finally got home, Jonathan was leaving the Wheeler house. He gave you a small nod when he spotted you, before driving off.

When you made it to your room, you changed into your pajamas and collapsed onto your bed. You replayed the conversation you had with Steve in your head, before finally drifting off. 

#roll with the changes #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington series #stranger things

[thenonbinarydetective]

MID Overview/Review

Ok so I redid it because tumblr broke the first one. Luckily, it gave me the oppurtunity to fix some of my grammar/spelling mistakes.

It’s actually even longer than before.

I’m thorough what can I say?

besides please read this it took a while.

·         On the menu’s Extra Section there’s a trailer for Nancy Drew and the Hidden Staircase (2019). A movie that came out way before this game which is kinda funny

·         The movement is a little janky, to put it in professional terms, it’s a little fast and jumpy. It took a bit to get used to the navigation.

·         The problem with the movement really jumps out in the end in the tunnels. I could barely get my cursor around the Hardy Boys or even Mei.

·         Also in the tunnels, if I went slightly off trail the game would FREAK out. I wanted to look around the tunnels and maybe get a bad end but our Sleuths but I couldn’t look around without being yelled at.

·         This happens in other mini games and puzzles, whenever you mess up the characters make a snarky remark in your direction. Every. Single. Time. It would be funnier if it was only on a few occasions but it was every time I “messed up”.

·         The graphics were obviously terrible. They also were variable…Somethings looked kinda okay and somethings looked awful. Like the quality changed from time to time. Sometimes even in the same frames. Frank, graphically, looks better than some of the other characters. When he and Joe stood next to each other, they almost looked like they didn’t belong in the same game. This goes for some of the other characters too.

·         I don’t get why Frank was always in that pose? Everyone else stood awkwardly but admittedly it was a bit more normal. They stood with their hands towards their hips like how people typically do. Although there was a few times where people just grabbed their wrists for no reason.

·         As someone who loves mythology and folklore (and pretty much anything that can be tied to into those) it was really cool to see the Malleus Maleficarum or The Hammer of Witches in the game. I wish it actually had more use in the game and maybe helped in some way. I know the book did some terrible things but it is an interesting read. As I do own a copy of it.

·         Also my birthdate was used on the puzzle. Which was cool. It’s fun to be born on special dates. Except my birthday isn’t part of the solution but that’s okay.

·         There’s a couple times where Nancy(and Frank) starts talking about clues or reading things out loud before I got the chance to look at them which was super annoying.

·         The game crashed multiple times while playing

·         The closer look at the clues was nice but was only okayish for me. It didn’t always work that well. Besides I’ve seen other games with the same function that worked smoother.

·         I’m not a big fan of the new chat format. I prefer the old way. In this new format a lot of the dialogue options were getting cut off or the option didn’t fully describe what Nancy was going to say so I didn’t know what I was choosing.

·         The text boxes were a bit buggy and there were times I couldn’t click on some of the dialogue options.

·         The cutscenes were slow and the game had WAY too much talking. There was more talking than gameplay. The game was honestly just walking and talking

·         I liked the text messages, they were fun and cute but they didn’t add much to the gameplay

·         Lots of objects were clipping into each other

·         Loading screens were always glitch

·         The audio was off a lot of times. There were times when I could barely hear the characters over the background music or ambience sound. In Austria, I called Ned and Carson and I wouldn’t have even known they were speaking if not for the subtitles. Even after lowering the music and ambience sounds specifically and I still had this issue.

·         Also Ned’s voicemail has changed. Did he make up with his sister?

·         There were a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes. Almost every other written thing (books, pamphlets, and notes) had some kind of mistake. Hotchkiss’ book is one example.

·         There were times when the pop-up text box was harder to read than the written thing. Not all the paragraphs were spaced out far enough in the boxes but were fine on the written thing.

·         No “Can’t check that off yet.” The Checklist was unusable by the player. Unlike every other game. It did it automatically which wasn’t fun. I liked using the checklist.

·         The game was so linear that I couldn’t really look around or do my own thing. When one thing was down you were immediately shuffled to the next thing. It basically made the checklist unnecessary.

·         Terrible Animation. People moved for no reason. Just stuck in the same cyclical animation over and over and over again. They were pretty janky and awkward. Joe was the worst for me, he was constantly twitching on the screen. Frank was stock-still in comparison. No one else was that bad.

·         Many of the mouth movements did not remotely match what the characters were saying. Sometimes nonexistent.

·         Everyone’s EYES ARE SO WIDE. IT’S LIKE THEY DON’T HAVE EYELIDS. THEY’RE SO OPEN.

·         The Parry’s curtains glitch in the sink. There’s a few plants that look weird, they had a neon glow on them. Olivia’s hands are always clipping through her robe and hair. In Moosham Castle there is a thing that’s inside a table. Both the Hardy Boys’ feet (and maybe other characters) were entirely in the ground at times. There were plenty of other problems like that.

·         If I looked around a certain way while everyone’s talking at the Parry kitchen table Frank’s entire body disappears with the exception of his neck and watch.

·         Some of the windows had a view of the town outside but other windows have this shine that you can’t see through.

·         I’m not thrilled about the bystanders. Only the protest guy really helped. Over all they didn’t add to the game or help me at all.

·         Dr. Hirst’s silhouette was kinda weird

·         Also why did the game start in Austria??? That’s just weird? I thought we were just gonna start with Deirdre calling us but whatever

·         I really hate the needless and honestly misplaced drama. Why couldn’t we talk to Ned and why haven’t we talked to Ned. It really pissed me off. Why would you put this directly after Ned’s whole “I Love and Support- This Could Basically Be a Proposal” Speech in Sea of Darkness? It’s just super off

·         Not to mention the fact that the “Francy” moments in this game felt super forced. I don’t like what it does to their characters too. It feels like Ned isn’t trusting Nancy, which is crazy because he trusts her with his life. Frank is the more awkward Hardy Brother but that was ramped all the way up. Also Nancy completely ignoring Ned? What? They don’t feel like themselves here. It’s just off. This tone should’ve been brought in so soon, chronologically, after SEA. It’s out of place.

·         Who was the female voice that was in the phone call with Ned? That was never answered. Was that a drama plot that was unfinished? Why not take it out of the game if you’re never going to resolve it? Why start an unnecessary relationship drama that’s both half-assed and unfinished?

·         It’s kinda weird how in the end Nancy leaves the Parry house and calls Ned and we can hear her side of the conversation but not his. She’s just talking to herself.

·         The phone friends were basically useless. If it wasn’t for the flashlight and the checklist I would say that Nancy didn’t even need her phone. And I guess talking to Damian Faulkner. 95% of the calls I made just went to voicemail. I want to chat about the case, talk to my friends, and get hints like we used to. I didn’t even know we could call Dr.Hirst about the ergot poisoning. I only found out on accident. I don’t know how many conversations I missed. Calling people used to feel important but here it doesn’t even need to be in the game it’s so useless.

·         Just because this bugs me I don’t like the Hardy Boys starting their own detective agency. They began their work by working for their Dad. Who is a private investigator/private detective. Who runs a Detective Agency. Why would they start their own?? If you’re gonna make this a family business why not make it a family business? Right?

·         May February, 1692 was an actual date they used. I think it was supposed to be February and they changed it to May. Earlier in the same note they used May so I’m guessing they didn’t properly finish the rest of the note.

·         The lockpick game was visually glitch for me and the game itself didn’t work that great for me

·         Joe’s hair makes him look like a fake blond lol. There are parts of his head (by the nape of his neck for example) that have brown hairs. Also some parts of his hair didn’t load properly on occasion and underneath was brown. Did he dye it?

·         Which brings me to my next point. The hair was animated horribly. Frank and any of the other short and simple haired characters were okay. But probably only because they had short and simple hair. The longer haired characters were not as well animated.

·         I randomly got double the Johnny Cakes when I made them. So Teegan and Olivia got extra.

·         I will admit that making the Johnny cakes wasn’t the worst cooking minigame we’ve had in the games before.

·         Frank getting the Frankenstein ones were a little obvious. It also didn’t feel as personal as the other ones oddly enough. We had a fun little dialogue about the design with everyone but Frank. He just got some cringey “I’ll eat these right away” kind of dialogue.

·         I wish the truth serum was actually useful. Solving Tituba’s poem and going a bit out of the way to get the ingredients led me to believe it would be used for more than some “fun” dialogue choices. Joe and Deirdre are the only ones to use it. Which leads to some cute moments in which Deirdre admits she actually kinda likes and admires Nancy. I love her. Joe says he always tells the truth (no) so he doesn’t know how to tell if it works. I love him.

·         Maybe it’s just me or the audio was off but Carson sounded different in Austria than he did in Salem.

·         The use of the ergot poisoning was kinda of awesome. It’s one of the most popular theories on why Salem went bonkers and it was interesting to see it used to trick our favorite sleuths.

·         The note to save Deirdre didn’t appear when I clicked on it. Frank (and I think Joe) reacted to it but it didn’t let me examine it. The bug fixed itself by closing the examination and clicking on it again.

·         I love how the “ghosts” were handled. Especially them being hallucinations. My favorite was in the cemetery with the Hardy Boys and Olivia. The screen got kinda weird and everyone started to get worked up and really tense. They started fighting and you could see Abigail before they did. The build up to it was fantastic. The other scenes were cool too.

·         The tunnels where the “ghosts” jumped out at every wrong (and sometimes right) turns while you’re desperately trying to escape the tunnels with Mei was pretty awesome. One of the jumpscares even got me.

·         THERE WAS NO ENDING LETTER. She wrote a letter to Ned in the beginning but she never wrote a second one. Sure we sorta got to see how everything turned out at the party but it’s not the same. It doesn’t feel properly ended.

·         I lowkey ship Jason and Mei. I could totally picture the two of them making out in those hidden tunnel rooms beneath Salem. Not just because I would too. This easily could’ve been another unfulfilled romance sideplot.

·         Some of the books/notes really didn’t feel that helpful. I did learn some new things about Salem but I don’t feel we used the knowledge we gained properly in the game.

·         The Jack O Lanterns were fun.

·         The parallels between the Judges of the Witch Trials and Judge Danforth was a pretty interesting plot point. There definitely is a difference between accusing witches and accusing someone of arson when they were 9.

·         Teegan’s guilt for both the shed and Hathorne house was something I didn’t really expect. It was a good plot twist. I can see how it was hinted earlier on by Lauren who says “Teegan likes to protect what’s important to her, sometimes that’s Mei.” Sometimes being the key word.

·         The Hardy Boys being home-made ghost hunters was hysterical and adorable. I want them to have their own games soooo badly.

·         I am completely on Joe’s side that we can’t prove that ghosts don’t exists, even if we can’t prove they do exist.

·         I knew Alicia was the bad guy the second she started shit-talking Ned without knowing him. Only bad people don’t like Ned. He would never force Nancy to become a housewife, that’s not who she is and he loves her for who she is.

·         I did “OK Boomer” Judge Danforth. He deserved it.

·         I loved the little tidbits that we got of Frances’ and Lauren’s relationship we got to hear about. It’s really sweet.

·         The comparison of Jason being a fast food cheeseburger with extra extra extra cheese and Ned being a home-cooked meal is perfect. Home-cooked meal is a great way to describe Ned.

·         Either way they’re both snacks.

·         Ok Jason’s ugly in these graphics but it was implied he was supposed to be hot.

·         Jason could’ve been a true himbo but unfortunately he wasn’t

·         TBH Ned, Carson, and Damian were the most attractive characters in the game. Only because they weren’t subjected to these graphics.

·         I loved the Ghost Wavelength Spectral Analyzer 2.5 the Joe Hardy Guide to Amazing Finds but I hate the spectral analyzer itself. That mini-game was the WORST. It took forever!

·         Alicia was straight up just gonna kill everyone. I’m doubting her biology knowledge.

·         Also if you wanna raise kids in a more “modern” environment just freaking move. I know there was money in that real estate deal but there’s real estate in other towns.

·         I love Deirdre. She’s really funny and kinda sweet. Even though she likes Ned (and maybe Nancy too lol) she doesn’t try to break them up or get between them. At least not anymore. She knows how much Ned loves Nancy. She even gave Nancy relationship advice. Which Nancy desperately needs because she terrible at this.

·         This is just me but I kinda wish Nancy had an original idea for their vacation instead of just going back to Austria. Maybe let Ned pick this time because he’s the one who has to play catch up all the time and it’s only fair.

·         Carson’s an adorable dorky dad and the only rich white man I trust. I’ve said it in my tweets and I will say it until I die. No one can take that away from me.

·         This may be repetitive but I don’t like what this game did to Ned, Frank, and I guess even Nancy too. Ned knows about Frank’s feelings for Nancy. And now needless, useless, meaningless drama is gonna happen. I hate it I hate it I HATE IT!

·         Just the relationship drama didn’t add a thing to this game. It was stupid. Especially because it was unfinished. It should’ve just been taken out.

·         Joe looks 13 and way to skinny. He’s the brawn to Frank’s brain. Yes, he’s smart too and Frank isn’t weak. However, Joe is way stronger than him. If there has to be a scrawnier Hardy Boy, it’s Frank and we all know it.

·         To quote Joe he’s got Man Strength™.

·         Cause “Boy” is only part of the title, but Hardy Men doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.

·         At times it feels like that the creators forget that Joe’s supposed to be smart too. There were times where it felt like they made him a total idiot. Though that could be personal too.

·         Frank being a total Captain Obvious, perfect.

·         They’re both puppies that got turned into human boys. Frank is just a calmer puppy

·         Love that Mei’s going to Waverly but some of the other references fell flat. The Cat thing and the “I only smoke when I’m on fire” thing. It’s just not the same.

·         Jason deserves the Not-As-Much-of-a-Jerk-as-You-Could-Have-Been Award.

·         Mei’s a sweetie when she finally lets you in.

·         The multiple endings seemed to have changed from different culprits to just what happens to Hathorne House and/or Teegan (I think). They seem to be pretty much the same. I did expect that as that has often been my experience with “multiple endings” games.

·         I’m glad that both the Accused Witches and Lauren can get the house. It seems right for that to happen.

·         Olivia’s pretty funny. I have a thing for eccentric characters. And it was funny how she tried to induct us into the coven at the end.

·         The red/ginger hair superstition is a real superstition and I’m glad it was used. It’s for witches, werewolves, and vampires. Not just that gingers have no souls. (from the Malleus Maleficarum)

·         If there is another game, I hope it’s the Nedcy vacation. And that we actually get to see Ned lol. I don’t get why he has never made an in-game appearance. It’s a little unfair at this point.

·         Considering Emerson College is 39 minutes away from Salem and we still didn’t get him, I doubt it. Even though they mentioned both Salem and kidnapping Ned in Labyrinth of Lies.

·         Also that the next one feels more like a Nancy Drew game.

·         There’s no puzzles and there’s so much changed that it doesn’t have the same feel to it.

·         This doesn’t feel like it took 4 ½ years to make. It feels like it took less than ½ a year. I can tell that things have changed because pretty much all the people who worked on it originally got fired. And that the Austrian game development company that took over everything (besides licensing) struggled to match the quality of the previous games.

·         It definitely wasn’t beta-tested or was barely beta-tested. Quite a few beta-testers have come forward to say they didn’t get the offer to beta-test until September of this year. A month before preorder. Yikes.

·         I know I got a little mean for some of the points but coddling the company by just saying positive things doesn’t help. They’ll get comfortable and give the fans worse things than this. I’m not an expert but I’ve played and learned enough games that I know some basics about how they’re made. It’s not easy but that doesn’t mean we should excuse things because of it.

·         There’s been a lot of controversy with HER and Penny and this game and probably more. I’m not gonna get more into that besides mentioning that things changed because of this and not for the better.

·         I probably missed somethings but whatever this is over 3000 words. I covered the basics and then some.

·         This game is just a 2.5/5 for me

#nancy drew #mid spoilers #midnight in salem #ned nickerson #nancy drew games #herinteractive #frank hardy #joe hardy #the hardy boys #the hardy brothers #mei parry #teegan parry #olivia ravencroft #lauren holt #judge danforth #jason danforth #alicia cole #deirdre shannon #carson drew

[rivetgoth]

OC #4 - Vittoria Marcello

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AH okay here we go, my next OC, I know I’m going slower than I’d originally hoped but what can you do, slow progress is still progress and I have a lot of stuff going on in the rest of my life as well right now, but here’s another gal of mine. She’s the other protagonist of my novel.

Vittoria is Giovanni’s sister, I talked about him before so I figured it made the most sense to discuss her next. Admittedly I can’t really tell all of her story without spoiling my novel some but it’s fine, I still wanna be vague as possible and in a perfect world my novel will get more traction than just the handful of people reading these, AND hopefully my biggest supporters would wanna read my novel even if they have a basic idea of what happens in it hehe. Anyway, like everyone else so far she’s from my alternative universe in the 2080s.

Basic info is that Vittoria is a heterosexual cis woman in her late twenties. She’s the youngest daughter and youngest child of the Marcello family, and although she has seven older siblings her only full brother is Giovanni, since they share a mother, although he’s seven years her senior. As I mentioned before, the Marcellos are the owners of the Marcello Candy Company, a corporation that pretty much has the monopoly on the pharmaceutical industry due to their drug-infused and heavily addictive candies.

Vittoria was named after her father, Vittorio, which was a last attempt by her mother to hopefully convince Vittorio to accept her as his own. The truth is Vittorio had not wanted another child, having already found Giovanni a disappointment and blaming his wife Camilia’s genetics (because his elder children are so perfect - I’ll discuss them later, some of ‘em are important), and when Camila got very sick during childbirth and, despite the riches of the Marcello Empire she was mysteriously unable to be cured, fowl play was suspected to be involved, but nobody was ever caught or exposed. Camila named Vittoria in hopes that Vittorio would see her as his child and want to raise her with pride, but this didn’t really work, and Vittoria spent a large portion of her childhood almost entirely alone. All of her siblings were significantly older than her, and not only did Giovanni have plenty of his own issues to worry about, but he felt a great deal of resentment towards Vittoria, blaming her for his mother’s death due to the fact that Camila’s death was officially ruled as complications in childbirth. Vittoria had no one around but servants given measly raises to watch over her, and by the time she was as young as four she had made a habit out of trying to sneak off, although she was always caught and returned.

Unlike Giovanni, who was forced into homeschooling, Vittoria was allowed to go to school, although it was a very prestigious private school that bored her to death. She tried again to run away while there, and this time pulled off a multi-day disappearance, but when she was found, her father, frustrated with the negative press that her sneaking off had caused the company, threatened to pull her out of school and keep her homeschooled and under house arrest with her brother if she pulled something like that again. So she sucked it up and got through grade school, although she grew increasingly standoffish and cold to others around her. Her largest solace came from art of all kinds, although especially dark and provocative art, art that gave her an outlet for her frustrations and anger. She loved loud abrasive music and weird looking art that used lots of contrast and lots of dark colors. She ended twelfth grade with no friends to speak of, although she quickly decided to pursue university as her next step in hopes that it would give her what she needed to find a profession of her own and escape her father’s house once and for all.

But Vittoria found herself in a new dilemma, which was that very little actually brought her much joy anymore. Depression had kicked her ass hard through school, and by the time she was in college (which her father paid for, something that frustrated her to no end as she was aware that she was still entirely stuck in his debt and helpless without his assistance) she had very little motivation or interest in anything. She switched majors a few times and eventually settled in on art history, because of her aforementioned love for art, although this decision angered her father, who told her she would be able to do nothing of use and find no success out in the world with a degree in art history. Scared that he was correct, Vittoria ended up giving up halfway through her degree, dropping out to instead jump correctly into business, still using her father’s funds as a startup. She started a fashion line, then a makeup line, then a perfume line, all of which she felt no connection to whatsoever, opting to go with easy, mainstream, and accessible products in hopes of generating sales rather than focus on anything that she cared about. With each of these expeditions, she quickly lost any sort of interest or passion and sold the companies for very little, which quickly led to her creating an image for herself in the public eye that she was unable to finish or stick to anything.

Vittoria grew older and still had little to show for herself and her efforts. She was still trapped in her father’s home with no direction, desperate to prove herself but lacking any sort of support system or internal confidence or drive to get anything done and scared of failure. Her only other sibling still living at home was Giovanni, who she wanted nothing to do with, and seeing his life plateau into a steady stream of nothing, just lounging around and living on his father’s money, terrified her. She finally decided to pull herself together and dip her toes into the music industry, since music had remained one of the few things she loved through everything, although she wasn’t entirely sure what direction she would go in these endeavors, and if she would actually have the courage to explore the darker themes and sounds she liked so much.

After announcing her intents and beginning to contact record companies, Vittoria heard back almost instantly from Anubis, the Rock God of Death, an aging, extremely famous and successful, as well as extremely mysterious, industrial rock musician, who was also the owner of Embalmed Records as well as the Golden Jackal Nightclub. Anubis, in his mid sixties at the time, offered her a partnership with Embalmed Records. Soon after, Vittoria and Giovanni were kicked out of their father’s house, disowned for their incompetence and constant embarrassment of him and his company. Vittoria would accept Anubis’ offer, and learn that he had much more in mind for her than only a simple contract: He wanted her to be his personal protégé. Vittoria accepts this offer and begins to train under his wing, which is where a majority of her story within my novel takes place. Over the course of the novel they also become lovers.

I want to be a little vague here, because I don’t want to wildly spoil every aspect of the novel now, but in the end, Vittoria undergoes some pretty extensive body modification that leaves some large scars on her body and her organs rearranged inside of her, and Anubis dies under tragically under mysterious circumstances, leaving all of Embalmed Records to Vittoria for the taking. She now runs the company as the CEO of Embalmed.

Vittoria ends up in a relationship with one of her employees (who she met before she took over, when she was still training under Anubis), named Cosmo Halloway, who will definitely get a post as well. He’s sort of a musical renaissance man (and the frontman of the industrial metal band Heat Pit) and he adores her. He helps her manage the Golden Jackal.

Vittoria and Giovanni view themselves as polar opposites, and in the way many of their issues manifest, they are. Giovanni overeats and Vittoria starves herself; Giovanni is an insomniac and Vittoria spends most of the time depression-sleeping. Giovanni loves color and elegance, Vittoria loves blackness and harshness. Giovanni’s trauma manifests in a very childish nature and he tries to suppress any negative feelings inward, while Vittoria tries to be mature and lets out any negative emotions on others, constantly lashing out and yelling at others around her. However, they have a lot in common as well, including both loving art and finding solace in it, both struggling deeply with identity issues and insecurities and finding a sense of self, and both having serious long-term trauma related to their family circumstances. She likes to commission artists to draw portraits of her, because she has a great dislike of herself and struggles so much with her own identity, and conceptualizing herself through how she’s depicted through the eyes of artists gives her a more solid sense of self. She hates sweets, mostly due to her family’s involvement in them. She drinks a shitton of black coffee to try to stay awake but still tends to fail and oversleep. She loves dark colors, leather, and silver. She has a horrible temper and is typically very cold and can easily turn aggressive, although this is something she gets marginally better at as she takes over Embalmed and becomes more assertive in her control of the company.

I love Vittoria. I think she’s a really fun character and she’s spent a LONG time in development, I’ve reworked her a huge number of times because she began as a very vague concept (actually, she originally was a guy and her entire character was hugely rewritten to be a woman early on in development lol) that I’ve spent a long time evolving to fit the role of protagonist in my novel. I have a lot more about her (and Giovanni) I’d love to share, but like I said, I don’t wanna give away too much about the novel!!

#daily OC talk

[bananashemmo]

Committed The Robbery (Part 11)

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

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“What are you gonna do lock her up? That’s not gonna solve anything!”

Luke glared tiredly at Calum by his words, the cigarette between his lips hanging loosely.

“What else do you want me to do?” He almost spat in an offense, his eyes glaring between the boys in search for a proper answer.

“Allow her to have a normal life instead of being covered up in bubble wrap all the time. You gotta admit Luke even if she’s always the target and that she’s constantly in danger it would be much better if we just allowed her to live.”

Luke rolled his eyes deeply by Calum’s attempt of finding a solution. Whoever had come up with the plan that he was supposed to ask those three for help was a stupid idea from the beginning.

He blamed himself.

“I’m just saying that no matter what we do, if she steps one foot outside her dorm she is going to be in some sort of danger. And whatever you come with ideas I don’t think it will ever be good enough for my little sister!”

Michael and Calum were leaning against the small hallway in your dorm house. Calum was having a cigarette loosely between his fingers now, he didn’t really want to glare towards the no smoking sign hanging over the exit door.

“I know that Ashton tries his best to protect her all the time now that Marc is back… But what if that crumbles between our fingers. What if there is something that we are missing out and is going to bite our ass in the end?”

Ashton was bending down with his fingers touching and hanging in front of his mouth as he sat in thought. His back was pressed against the door to your dorm room and he was the quietest one.

Luke looked over Ashton, noticing his quiet presence.

“What do you think?” He asked, slightly leaning his head to the right side.

Ashton breathed in heavily, but Luke could read his face. He had an idea in his mind and he better share.

“I think we need to introduce her to the gang.”

You knew you weren’t supposed to be listening but since you were standing on the other side of the door and the rooms here at this building weren’t really the most soundproof, you widened your eyes.

In reaction, you reached towards the door handle and yelped when you opened the door and Ashton fell down to the ground in front of you.

His hazel eyes met yours and you looked over at the others sitting by the walk, Luke nodding his head impressed.

“You know, that isn’t such a bad idea.”

For as long as you could remember, you had never really invested your time in knowing about Luke’s gang. You had always known that he was one of the leaders, but that was it.

He had always made sure that you were completely kept out of it. He wished you had nothing to do with it, both to keep you safe but also because he didn’t want you to have the same life as him.

He had never said it out loud but you could tell he wasn’t really proud of what he was doing.

Trying to battle being the parent of you plus stealing drugs had never really been the great combination. He had always tried his best to be the role model you wanted to look up to.

It just never really happened. Or, according to Luke, it didn’t.

To you, it was something way different. Luke had so much personality that you looked up to, he just didn’t know it. It was such things as his compassion for taking care of you, taking care of his friends and always making sure that everyone was alright.

He was insanely polite comparing to how he looked and sometimes sounded. He could come off as rude, mostly when it was gang-related business but when he was with you at the meetings in high school, he would always behave right.

Of course that didn’t mean he would take off his leather jacket. It just meant that he would switch to his nice one and keep the back logo at home. He didn’t want to flash that around students and teachers.

You didn’t even know what the gang was called. It was hidden by Luke also, but you could see the logo on the back of his leather jackets that it had something to do with a rose.

When you were younger, Luke would mostly say that he was having out with people from his school. You never really felt that was the case or the truth. Luke was rarely a lier but when it came to the gang, he kept his mouth shut.

You were pretty satisfied with it though. The less you knew off, the less you needed to worry about.

But now, that was about to change.

You were trying to catch up with their long legs as you walked down one of the paths close to the woods that was right next to your college. Suddenly it all made sense why they were always hanging out in front of the parking lot. This part of the city was where everything was happening.

Luke was walking in front with a frown on his face. He wasn’t really saying much but you could tell he was just a little bit uncomfortable about the whole situation.

Calum and Michael were walking next to each other but they weren’t speaking.

Ashton was walking next to you and you couldn’t help but notice how many times he looked over his shoulder on your way.

You had also noticed they had been changing the jackets. Suddenly, they were all wearing back logos. You’d imagine they normally wouldn’t care when they were walking down the streets but somehow they always played low profile.

“Do I need to wear this?” You asked Ashton, pulling onto the hood of your sweatshirt.

Ashton looked down at you in thought, watching you wave the hood in your hands and he bit down on his lip. He decided just to nod, not with many answers but that and looked back.

You weren’t sure if he was serious or not, but you did it anyway.

Pulling the hoodie over your hair you felt the shadow hover over your eyes and you avoided the puddle that was in front of you.

You accidentally knocked yourself into Ashton in the process, but he didn’t mind, only sent you a small smile in return.

The place you were getting closer to, looked horrible. At first, you actually thought it was a joke. Nobody could stay inside for more than five minutes without getting freaked out.

You understood why nobody was around here. Nobody knew that it even existed.

“You still think this is a great idea?” Luke looked over his shoulder to glare at Ashton. He needed confirmation.

Ashton nodded his head in agreement and nodded towards the metal door that seemed to be the only thing standing in this building. Luke pulled the handle and walked inside, to be met by the expelling smell of mold.

Your hand came up to cover your mouth, luckily enough the sweatshirt you were wearing was a little too big.

Luke already knew where the direction was headed and he walked towards the stairs that lead down to the basement. You could faintly hear voices and some music playing. You didn’t know the house actually kept life.

The stairs were causing noises when you walked down, you were so sure it was going to crash but it remained still. You were walking down as the last one with Ashton behind you to make sure nobody was following you.

You were met by a basement that looked much better than upstairs. It was filled with people with any kind of ages, mostly everyone being over 18.

The whole place kept a wooden theme with neon lights on the wall and many posters. It looked like some sort of bar basement as it also had a pool table and a bar in the middle of the place. There were couches at the end of the room and you were trying not to feel completely out of place.

By the announcement of you, it was like all eyes went on you in the back.

You looked up at Ashton unsure, feeling just a bit comfortable about the situation.

“Don’t worry.” He mouthed, not loud for you to hear and your attention was drawn towards a male sitting at the bar in his leather jacket. He was having a beer in his hands but his attention drawn to you made him place it on the bar table and stand up.

He had a long brown beard and was almost bald. He had a tattoo right next to his eye and a piercing in the eyebrow. If you had met him on the streets he would be that kind of guy you would avoid walking past.

“Hemmings?” He asked, curious.

“Long time no see.”

Luke shifted in his shoulders and cracked his fingers. He knew that all eyes were on him and he had the voice to speak. He just needed to say things correctly.

“We need your help.” Luke announced, seeing faintly behind his back that Calum and Michael were nodding their head in agreement.

The male watched them carefully, his eyebrows furrowing. He opened his mouth and was about to say something but was interrupted by a lady standing behind him.

“I see a stranger.” She crossed her arms, changing Luke’s perspective completely and he looked at her with parted lips.

She seemed rather intimidating considering she probably wasn’t more than 5′2. She had long black hair that was pulled in two ponytails and she had faint blue streaks. Her cat-eye eyeliner was clear even from your point of you and the ring in her nose was black.

She looked between the many listeners in the room and suddenly, more than before, all eyes were on you.

“Some of you may know my little sister.” Luke tried to save it already, he knew just by the start of this that things could go wrong.

“Wasn’t she 13 last time we saw her?” Another one remarked, causing even more confusion.

“She’s not really that age anymore.” Luke rolled his eyes deeply and glanced over his shoulder to see your face. It was hard to read him, you didn’t know if the conversation was going to escalate quickly.

“I think we all know the Walker family.” By that, it caused a bit of commotion.

People were starting to whisper and some were even yelling. It was like a pure disgust filled the room and everyone was affected by it. At least, you weren’t the only one feeling like this about James’ family.

“I’m here to ask you all a favor. My sister is trying to live a normal life, but no matter what Marc Walker’s brother is trying to ruin that. I’m asking you all for a gang family wish. Watch over her if I can’t.”

By that, you imagined that everyone would scream no in unison. You hadn’t even expected that Luke would ask such thing like that. But then again, what did you expect meeting up here?

“But she’s not a part of the gang?” Just like you predicted, the woman with the blue strikes was against. She just seemed like that off nature.

That made commotion again and people started to discuss. You didn’t know what to say and when you looked up at Ashton just trying to read his face, it was impossible. He was biting down on his tongue in thought and watched the commotion break.

“Enough.” The man with the beard yelled. He had some sort of leader feeling and you assumed he was one of the wise ones.

“You know what the rules are.”

By that, the woman with the blue strikes looked at him oddly.

“Family is family. Gang-related or not. Is a member of the gang asking for a favor, especially when it comes to family business. We all stand with all hands.” He looked over at the woman with the strikes, “We all do.”

The woman didn’t seem satisfied but she agreed. Everyone was nodding their hands in agreement and you could feel Ashton’s hand on your back, giving some sort of confirmation that everything was, in fact, going to be alright.

“Welcome inside. Long time no see.” The man invited you all in and suddenly, it was like Luke and the boys were back in the days.

They reached out to everyone they knew, high-fiving or shaking their hands. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself but Ashton was still standing with you and suddenly the man showed up.

“I’m Renald.” He announced, his tattoed hand reaching forward.

It was much worse than Ashton’s. You could barely see his knuckles because they were covered with black ink.

“You know last time I saw you, you were 15.”

“Yeah, I’ve grown out of the lilac shirt.” You mumbled, remembering back to the times where your favorite shirt would be a ridiculous lilac Ramones shirt.

But it was amazing to see that he could remember you because you didn’t have a clue who he was. Even if he looked like someone you would actually remember.

“How old are you know?” He asked and you answered, “21.”

“Wow.” He nodded impressed, “Time flies fast when you’re having fun.”

You nodded your head in agreement, not really knowing what to answer. He was having a smile on his face and you looked up at Ashton hoping that he could continue the conversation.

He did, luckily enough and you just stood and let them talking meanwhile you took a look around the room.

In fact, you couldn’t recognize anyone here. You weren’t sure if you had met them or not, sometimes Luke had friends over when you were younger that looked just a little bit shady.

And they all looked shady here.

You held in your breath and watched Ashton head towards the bar with Renald. You weren’t sure if they wanted to drink beer or not, but Ashton declined and looked over at you if you wanted something.

You didn’t want to come off that forward but you repeatedly shook your head until Ashton understood the only thing you wanted to drink was water.

If that was even the case. The only water you suspected was in this old building would be at the toilet. And you did not want to see what that was looking like. Yikes.

Looking around again trying to scan a few faces you landed on someone with blond hair and also blue strikes. Was that iconic for being in this gang or not? You thought to yourself.

She motioned for you to walk forward but you hesitantly took a step back.

Ashton was occupied talking with the bartender, he probably knew him. Even if Ashton could be quiet at times, he knew a hell lot of people. Everyone liked him. Even when they knew of his dark side.

You tried to scan the crowd for Luke, or at least Michael or Calum. But none of them were in sight and even if the girl wasn’t speaking to you, you still felt forced not to leave.

You could feel your toes tickling in confusion of what to do, but not wanting to be the boring one you headed towards her. You also noticed the other woman with the blue strikes and you felt a lump in your throat.

“Come here.” She motioned and you awkwardly sat down on the grey stool in front of them. The fabric was old, you were sure that dust was coming up from when you sat down and it had many holes.

“So you’re the Hemmings little sister?” She asked and you only nodded. What a conversation starter.

They started to whisper something to each other, also including the rest that was sitting by the small table. You didn’t know if you were supposed to sit here or not, Luke probably didn’t agree to it but there was point of no return.

“We’ve actually heard a bit about you.” The blond mentioned and you furrowed your eyebrows. You thought Luke had tried to keep you out from it.

“Not that it was something important.”

You didn’t know if that was supposed to concern you or not. It was difficult trying to think logically down here. There was a mixed smell of mold but also cocaine. If that even had a smell.

“We just remember once that Ashton had to leave a party, something with needing to pick you up. It was just a mention but already from that, we knew you were the party killer type.”

You felt a lump form in your throat and not only because they had already put a mark in your forehead. Just the fact that you were brought back to that moment between you and Ashton many months back left you with shivers.

You remembered the night clearly. The feeling of him showing up after James tried to push you against the bus stop. Ashton’s warm sheets and his warm hands holding your body. It was mesmerizing.

Shaking your head out of thought you looked at her with the blonde hair again. The other one wasn’t much of a speaker. She just looked at you evilly.

“But since you’re here we thought we’d introduce you to the gang-related rituals. You know, since you’re already starting to become a member.”

Now, the other one looked excited but you didn’t.

You didn’t know what to say but if Luke saw this he would probably kill them. When you showed up here you did not expect that you were supposed to be a part of the gang. To be honest you still had no idea why you were here or what its purpose was.

“I don’t think I shou-,” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before the girl fished out a cigarette.

“We know, this isn’t a part of the ritual but you know. It’s a gang thing. You’d look much better with this devil between your lips.”

You had never in your life smoked a cigarette before, you had barely touched one. It was only one time you stood with a lit one because a drunk guy at college walked past you at a party and needed you to hold it while he took a piss.

“I don’t smoke.” You tried to sound stern but suddenly it was lit and placed between your fingers.

“We all say that at first but when you start... You never stop.”

You didn’t even want to start. You hated the smell of it, especially when Michael was making the private ones because you felt like you gagged just by sitting next to him. You were so happy that Alba wasn’t a smoker because sharing a room with her if she did would have been horrifying.

You decided just to play along, you could sit with it in your hands without taking a drag.

“We also have another ritual.” The blonde explained, “It’s this thing where we drink ten tequila shots in a row, remember to hold our breath at first and sniff it all in before we drink.”

That sounded ridiculous. You were so sure that they just wanted to mess with you but it was so awkward you just couldn’t stand up and leave. You just wanted to call somebody and when they started to line up the shots, you panicked.

“Playing games again Ronda?” Ashton said from your behind and you honestly breathed out in relief. His voice was music to your ears.

The blonde haired girl shook her head in disbelief just by Ashton’s announcement. She crossed her arms and glanced over at the other one with furrowed eyebrows before she rolled her eyes.

“Just trying to bring her into the gang,” Ronda explained, now that you had gotten her name. You still didn’t know the dark haired one with the blue strikes.

“By getting her drunk? I don’t remember that as one of the rituals.” Ashton leaned his hands on the chair behind you and leaned his head forward.

“What do you know about that, the rituals were clearly different back when you came into this gang.” The dark haired one finally decided to say something.

“I’m sorry Celine, but I don’t recall what you’re talking about. Now, leave her alone.”

They both tightened their mouths in unison by Ashton’s calm demand and you quickly stood up from the chair, feeling that was your queue.

You looked at Ashton as he removed his hands from the chair and fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

“I know this is not your scene and trust me, the girls around here are bitches. I think you’re the purest one in the room right now.”

You felt a blush appear on your cheeks but his words didn’t come off as a surprise.

“How about I take you back to your dorm? I think that would be a lot more comfortable.”

“I thought you didn’t want me to be alone?” You asked, quivering an eyebrow.

“Who says I’m leaving?” Ashton smiled carefully and placed his hands in his leather jacket pockets before nodding his head towards the exit.

You decided not to say anything and followed Ashton out. You got a quick glance with Luke who only nodded his head in agreement, probably thinking it would be a great idea if you left.

It was all for your safety.

You were lucky that it was Ashton who drove you to the place because it meant you could jump right back into his red Mustang.

Sometimes you wondered how he even could afford the car. He wasn’t working besides the things the boys did with the gang. If they could even consider that a job, but they were loaded.

When you drove in front of the dorm house Ashton parked illegally and threw the keys in the pockets of his leather jacket.

You clicked on the lights and remembered back to the fact that it was Friday and Alba wasn’t home. She was home with her parents and wouldn’t be back before Sunday afternoon.

“I know the bed isn’t that big,” You scratched your arm carefully and shrugged your shoulders.

You weren’t really at your peak nor the hostess. You couldn’t even offer him a pillow unless you had to steal Alba’s. You weren’t so sure if that would be a good idea.

“It’s alright,” He nodded his head and removed the sængelagn betræk to reveal your pillow and sheet. He furrowed his eyebrows for a second and looked over his shoulder.

“I know,” You smiled carefully, “I use two sheets at night.”

Ashton looked at you wanting you to continue explaining and you sighed.

“I know this sounds weird but I like having one wrapped around me and the other wrapped around my leg. See it as a security blanket. You don’t want to see what’s hiding under Alba’s.”

You nodded your head towards the bed on the left side of the room and Ashton glanced towards her bed.

“We’ll work it out.” He referred back to the small bed.

It wasn’t like dorms offered double beds unless you were living with a boyfriend or something. It was usually in Senior year you were offered the great dorm rooms that had kitchen and bath for yourself.

Alba and you were lucky because your room was at the end of the hallway which meant you had your own bathroom. But you shared a kitchen with the rest of the house.

“I’ll just change uh-,” You looked up at him hesitantly and he noticed, “I’ll turn around.”

Smiling carefully you watched his tall frame flip 180 degrees and focused on the wall instead.

Quickly changing into a t-shirt and shorts you made a small sound so he knew you were done and grabbed the sheets to make room for both of you.

“Do you mind if I...” He paused his sentence and looked at you for confirmation.

You looked over at him not catching up at first but afterward nodded your head in agreement.

You watched in the corner of your eye that he was buckling his belt open and pulled his pants down. He kept on his white tee but placed his leather jacket on your chair and headed towards him.

“Sure you can sleep?” You asked and he nodded his head. He didn’t look tired.

“Might as well look at something beautiful instead.”

You didn’t know what to respond otherwise than smile down at the ground and you sat down on the bed and made sure you were laying up against the wall.

Ashton crept under the covers as well, arm leaning up in invitation and you placed your cheek on the top of his chest.

You could feel his heartbeat pound, even faster when your hands combined and he intertwined your fingers.

If he could just feel your heart, it would be exactly like his.

#ooooh #its been a while #but this is back #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #5sos preference #5sos preferences #5sos writing #5sos writings #5sos images #5sos smut #5sos smuts #5sos blurb #5sos blurbs #ctr #committed the robbery #gang!5sos #gang!ashton #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer preference #5 seconds of summer fanfiction #5 seconds of summer smut #luke hemmings #calum hood #2019 #michael clifford #ashton irwin

[mindlessselfdeprivation]

The Nothing

It’s just like The Neverending Story. It’s not darkness, it’s not even a hole, because even hole would be something. No, this...this is just nothing.

That’s depression. That’s what true despair is, it’s The Nothing that eats up your everything. It bleaches your life, nothing has any color or flavor or texture anymore. Food sucks, company is annoying, being alone is excruciating and substances exist only as a shit-ass temporary floaty. Recreation means nothing anymore, every desperate action during the day is taken only to distract me from myself for a little bit longer. Sleep will come soon, and in sleep there’s just that sweet fucking nothing. 

Which is what you feel like you constantly have, at any given time. Nothing. The Nothing has it now. And now every memory is covered in spikes, too painful to even go near.

Nothing can make you feel ok anymore, and your good days are the ones where you only brood and lament your life for a few hours out of the day. You know, as opposed to every second you’re awake. 

Those days happen so much more often. I swear to fucking God, some days I feel like the pain inside me is gonna open a fucking hole in the earth. Like I’m no longer going to be able to keep this horrible monster at bay anymore, and the scream that finally peals out of me will shred my lungs and crack open an abyss that swallows me once and for all. 

I fear for anyone that might be around when that bomb goes off. Which is another problem. Although I’m desperate to be seen and heard and known and loved, I’m fucking terrified of getting near anyone ever again, it seems like an absurd idea to even say it out loud. I’m a goddamned hurricane, I’m a fucking natural disaster on legs, an extinction level event taken human form. All of my relationships....it’s just a festering sewage basin, that whole area of my life. Everything there, flies and pestilence, disease and rot. 

That’s my heart in there too. Fucking rotten, like an old forgotten tree stump wasting away in a swamp somewhere in whogivesafuck. Thinking on it, can I even love anymore? Do I even know what that is anymore? 

An older woman I work with asked me for a hug the other day cause she was a little sad, thinking about her brother that died...and I was happy to oblige, she’s the sweetest little thing. And I realized - holy shit, this is the first real hug I’ve had in an entire year. I’ve hardly touched anyone for ten months outside of a handshake or a friendly bro-hug. 

And afterwards she thanked me and said I gave great hugs, and it dawned on me...I remembered being a guy who loved hugs, remembered a guy that was very romantic and affectionate, that insisted on using physical touch to remind those around him that he loved them dearly....then I looked over from that guy to the one that’s in there now. What a shadow, what a husk he’s become. Empty and hollow and discarded. A lost soul...an inevitable consequence of The Nothing.

The worst thing? I mean, if there is a blacker black than all the rest...

The Apathy. That’s what The Nothing shits out and leaves behind for you. You just don’t....fucking....care...anymore.

I used to have passion, play music, learn language or just about any damn thing else (I was always such a junkie for knowledge), write stories or poetry or music or any one of a dozen other things that enjoyed. And I don’t even write this out of sadness or with some sense of self pity, this is just a cold, apathetic recall of facts. There was a guy who knew love and there’s the guy sitting there now. And those are simply two different guys. And the insurance adjuster in me is fairly certain that at this level of damage, it’ll cost more to repair the existing vehicle than it would to just buy a new one.

I don’t have any real relationships anymore. I have the ones that are necessary to maintain normal social function, but even those I put in just enough to get buy and no more. I’ve lost too much and hurt too deeply and hurt others far too much to let anyone close anymore. It’s hard to describe how it feels to look around you and realize you’re standing alone, no one around. 

The only times I hear from someone is when they need something from me. I’m like a tool for rent. Why buy this thing when I only ever need to use it once in a blue moon?

Family? No, two sisters and two brothers in law that I don’t know anymore and they definitely don’t know me. A mom that taught me to use people like pawns and a dad so devoid of emotion and connection that it’s impossible to communicate, a daughter I never see or speak to anymore and an ex that swore we’d remain amicable for the sake of our daughter but slowly, methodically, and fucking brilliantly shut me out of her life completely...and my daughter with her by extension. Friends? No one there that knows me either, just people I talk to on occasion to spend a little bit of my distraction time with someone else.

But no one around me knows this. I put on a pretty decent mask I suppose, my boss apparently thought I was a really happy guy and married with kids. Ha. Cool, it’s working. I’ve gotten good at camouflage. It’s just another form of lying, and I’m incredibly good at lying. 

Talking about it, is like...what’s the fucking point? This is a tar pit, baby. I’m not bringing anyone else in this. Even if you were standing right next to me with a brilliant torch, this darkness, this Nothing around me is far too thick to see it. 

I miss writing though, maybe that’s why I’m finally doing this. Putting something down. I’m going to commit to talking to this fucking thing everyday. No one knows me here, I barely use this website. I only ever got onto it for....well, another person who eventually left. Maybe that’s why I feel I can be ok here, being naked and bleeding and fucked up and real.....no one who knows me by my mask will have to know what lives underneath it. This is my tree of trust.

I don’t want this to just be a dumping ground for depressed Emo bullshit though, I can go listen to Dashboard Confessionals while cutting myself if I wanted to go there. What I want is a true exploration and record of The Nothing as it grows stronger, what it’s taking, what fuels it, can I escape. I don’t want help either, I don’t think there is any such thing (see tar pit reference above). Maybe you’re always alone too, maybe you’re also constantly afraid that the house of cards will get blown down and people will see the real ugly inside. 

Maybe this is just me yelling into the wind that you’re alone, but not so alone. Maybe all of us are and none of us. Maybe I don’t know what to believe anymore.

I’ve tried to remember it, you know. Happiness. I’ve tried to find that motherfucker like Sherlock and his dear Watson, complete with cocaine and violins. You ever try to think of a nice warm fire while you’re soaking wet and freezing your balls off? And how’d that work out for ya? Same idea - “Just think happy thoughts” is like telling someone that just fell into arctic waters that they should “Just think of a nice warm fire”.

Hopefully, they’re still giving you the finger when their body gets frozen in place. It’d be a bit of justice, if there is such a thing.

That happiness is like the thought of a warm blanket when I’m currently buried in snow. Doesn’t actually exist.

There’s not a day where I don’t wake up wishing to fuck that I hadn’t. And there isn’t a night that I go to sleep that I don’t pray that I won’t wake up this time. Life has become a grueling marathon of pain and most days I have trouble figuring out why I fucking bother. 

Even as I’m writing this, I’m constantly stopping to wonder what’s the fucking point. 

I’ve gone on dating apps, funny enough. But every time I actually think about having a connection with someone, it honestly freaks me the fuck out. I’m so fucking damaged, there’s just no fucking way I’ll find someone with a back strong enough to help me carry all this baggage. I freak out and delete the account.

It’s completely not about the sex for me, if you can believe it. I’ve got such a low libido recently that even the idea of it lately gives me paralyzing anxiety. I don’t want to have sex if it’s not with someone I have a good intellectual connection with, and I never have. The problem with that is that sex in my mind is held on this strange pedestal where it straddles the line between sacred entity and foul beast, and it’s gotten so complicated and ridiculous that I just don’t care anymore. 

There isn’t anything even tempting or alluring about sex anymore. Even masturbation is almost completely without enjoyment, used every so often as a tool for general upkeep. And even this The Nothing has it’s hands on. The other day, I stumbled on a video that looked almost exactly like my child’s mother with another man...and I got physically ill. After throwing up 3 times and shaking for nearly an hour, I slowly pulled myself back from the panic attack I was having.

I didn’t eat for 3 days and I couldn’t get another erection for more than a week. Suppose it’s safe to say I’m still in love with that woman, I guess. Not only did I feel like absolute shit that whole week, I felt like shit for feeling like shit. My Yin and my Yang were both very very pissed off. This is just one of a number of broken fuses and faulty wires inside this broken machine.

Sometimes I wish we had the ability to do a form of Vulcan Min-meld, but with emotions and empathy. Especially when someone asks what’s wrong. Just grab their hand and rest it gently over my heart and let it tell the story for which I’ll never have the words. 

That’s also why I’d be scared like hell if that were possible, I’d be afraid the weight of it would crush them. I’m not trying to be really morose or hyperbolic, I’m fairly certain the vast majority of people walking around out there don’t carry this. I’ve talked to them, I know them. When you’ve spent a fucking lifetime perfecting your camouflage and your tower of lies, you can spot someone else playing that game from a mile away. And I’m not saying everyone else out there is skipping through a magic pixie lolly-pop fairyland or anything, but most people out there are general pretty stoked about being alive and doing stuff. People like me are out there, but I don’t see very many people that are under the spell of The Nothing.

I fucking hope not, this is an existence I wouldn’t wish on anyone, friend or foe. On that note, I also hope you aren’t going through that as well if you’re reading this right now. If you’ve never counted the different ways you could choose to end your life instead of counting sheep to fall asleep at night, you are truly blessed. 

I hope you stay whole. And with whatever capacity I’m still capable of feeling it, I love you. Cause maybe you don’t hear it that often either, and for that I’m sorry. I’d rather go without food than love, and I’ve been in both spots before.

I hope The Nothing never finds you.

Until next time.

#TheNothing #Depression #WhoCares

[alienshea]

And now, for no absolute reason, I will give every Gorillaz song from the main 6 studio albums my rating from 1-10

Self-Titled

Re-Hash: 7.5/10

Bopping tune, 2D doing his own backup vocals make me swoon, Noodle is great as always, no one really knows what the lyrics are but they’re valid

5/4: 6/10

Better than average,not the best song i’ve ever heard but still pretty good, kinda uncomfy with Noodle screaming about someone turning her dad on, drumbeat makes me wanna dance, wished they couldve made the music video

Tomorrow Comes Today: 7/10

The kind of song that gets stuck in your head all day, love the overall sad tone, music video makes me laugh now bc that one murdoc gif, makes me cry when i have depressive episodes

New Genius (Brother): 7.5/10

Love 2D’s voice in it, lyrics hit home a little bit for me, have never skipped this song tbh, overall pretty good song

Clint Eastwood: 8.5/10

I literally know all the words, I love the rap, iconic, there’s a reason it’s popular, Del is everything

Man Research (Clapper): 3/10

oooo boy i’m gonna get shit for this one, i always skip this song, i can’t stand the whole “yeah yeah” thing, the only great part about this song is the “tHiS Is a bReAkFaSt ClUuUuuUB!”

Punk: 6.5/10

gets me turnt, toooooo short, tbh i like any song where 2D yells

Sound Check (Gravity): 9/10

looooove this song, gives me body chills when the drums kick in, love the deep ass voice, overall emo kid bop

Double Bass: 8/10

nice jam, I like listening to this when I do homework or art, relaxing

Rock The House: 8/10

legit makes me get up and dance, great rhythm, music video is beautiful

19/2000: 9/10

amazing bop, gets me pumped, iconic af, first gorillaz song i ever heard and first music video i ever saw, n o o d l e

Latin Simone: 7/10

I don’t speak spanish so i cant really sing along, love the feel of it, will listen on repeat, prefer the english version but im biased

Starshine: 6.5/10

idk I don’t really listen to this one, not a bad song i just wouldn’t play it on repeat or actively look for it, i do like the vocals

Slow Country: 8.5/10

love the feeling this song gives me, kinda like im just floating, super chill song to get high to, have never skipped this song, i like the lyrics

M1A1: 8/10

super fun song to sing along with, honestly the best song they couldve ever chosen to start a concert, he   s c r e a m

OVERALL SCORE FOR SELF-TITLED: 7.5 (rounded up)

Demon Days

Last Living Souls: 9/10

absolute favourite song on the album, breakdown gives me chills, constantly changing it’s tune and i love it, the basssss <3

Kids With Guns: 6/10

I love singing the chorus, great song to have in the background, chill af

O Green World: 7.5/10

i love the instrumental of this one, vocals give me chills, kinda wish you could hear the singing more tho

Dirty Harry: 6.5/10

bopping beat, i love the rap part, overall not really the type of song i’d play on repeat but not bad

Feel Good Inc: 8/10

first and foremost the fucking bass of this song is the reason i’m learning bass, chorus gives me chills, kinda overused but i understand

El Manana: 6/10

kind of a meh song for me personally, not a bad one just not the greatest

Every Planet We Reach Is Dead: 9/10

banger, the reason im also learning guitar, vocals are on point, has made me cry before

November Has Come: 7/10

love the chorus, rap is kinda meh for me, i like the beat

All Alone: 5/10

not really a song i listen to, i like the bloopy noises

White Light: 4/10

I always skip this one tbh, better than man research but not by much

DARE: 6.5/10

this song haunts my dreams, its like the best kind of elevator music, on another note you fucking go noodle

Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey’s Head: 7.5/10

I WANNA BE A COWBOY BABY, narrative is really fucking good tho

Don’t Get Lost In Heaven: 8/10

beautiful, usually dont like gospel-esque music but i love this, gives me chills

Demon Days: 6.5/10

not my favourite tbh, meh for me

OVERALL SCORE FOR DEMON DAYS: 6.5 (rounded up)

Plastic Beach

Welcome to the World of the Plastic Beach: 7.5/10

i love snoop dogg, also this song gives me good vibes

White Flag: 5/10

ehhhh not a fan of this one, i usually skip it, i like the orchestra tho

Rhinestones Eyes: 8.5/10

i fucking love this song, great tune great vocals, i never skip it, i even got my boyfriend to start loving this song even tho he doesnt really like gorillaz

Stylo: 9/10

jesus this song, makes my heart hurt, i absoultely long singing along to this, his voiceeeee, bobby womack!

Superfast Jellyfish: 8.5/10

quirky af, i love de la soul in this one a lot, have never skipped this

Empire Ants: 9/10

so beautiful, has made me cry, both of their voices are so soft and lovely ugh

Glitter Freeze: 6/10

starts off strong but when it starts sounding like a drill i usually yeet out

Some Kind Of Nature: 8/10

used to be my favourite until i started listening to the album more, 2d’s part is so soulful omg

On Melancholy Hill: 8.5/10

so sad and amazing, music video is probably my favourite, is me and my best mate’s “song”

Broken: 9/10

ugh beautiful, i know all the words and always sing them loud af, has never skipped this song, honestly is everything

Sweepstakes: 5.5/10

not a big fan, i usually skip this one, not a horrible song just not for me

Plastic Beach: 7.5/10

love it, better at the beginning than the end, still a bop

To Binge: 10/10

WHEEEW BOY, i love this song, its so sad and amazing and gay jesus christ, the best thing murdoc has ever done

Cloud of Unknowing: 7/10

soulful and beautiful, again bobby womack!!

Pirate Jet: 7/10

i love the tune bc it gets me feeling ~spooky~, lyrics dont really make sense but thats okay

OVERALL SCORE FOR PLASTIC BEACH: 7.5 (rounded up)

The Fall

Phoner to Arizona: 8/10

gets me bopping and grooving, great music to play in the background while writing or doing art, my go to for when i draw or need background sound while I relax

Revolving Doors: 9.5/10

OOF, it so sad and it makes me feel things, i scream the lyrics errytime

Hillbilly Man: 10/10

fell in love with this the second I heard it, has been my favourite song of all time for over 2 years now, will never skip it in my life, i yearn to learn the guitar 

 Detroit: 6.5/10

generally a good happy bop, usually play it as background sound

Shy-Town: 6/10

nice to the ear, i don’t really like the prerecorded vocals of 2D but when Damon sung it live it sounds much better

Little Pink Plastic Bags: 8/10

i love it ugh, relaxing af, will never skip

The Joplin Spider: 9/10

big love for this song, its just soooo goooood

The Parish Of Space Dust: 7.5/10

big cowboy energy, sounds so sweet, 2D’s voice is unnnf

The Snake In Dallas: 7/10

good for when you wanna party but you’re depressed and can only stay in bed, love the little robotic sounds

Amarillo: 9.5/10

i meeeean what can i say, this song is so sad and gay and beautiful, ive cried while listening it this, will never skip

The Speak It Mountains: 7.5/10

this track is really weird and creepy and kind of not a song but i adore it anyway

 Aspen Forest: 8/10

beautiful sounds, the piano is so soothing, will play this on repeat while i zone out

Bobby In Phoenix: 9/10

i wanna cry every single time i hear this bobby come back

California and the Slipping of the Sun: 7.5/10

this song so so pretty and i cry every time ugh, he sounds so fed up im sorry pretty boy

Seattle Yodel: ???

what

OVERALL SCORE FOR THE FALL: 8 (rounded down)

Humanz

Ascension: 8.5/10

absolute banger, i get pumped everytime this comes on, skys falling bb

Strobelite: 7.5/10

i used to hate this song but then the music video came out and i tried it again and now i love it dont @ me

Saturnz Barz: 9/10

theres so much i could say about this song ans the mv unf

Momentz: 9/10

banger, i dance like a maniac every time i hear it, will never skip

Submission: 8/10

gives me a good chance to work on high notes, makes my skin tingly

Charger: 8.5/10

2D’s voice is so griity and i can help myself

Andromeda: 8.5/10

I’ve never skipped this song, has made me cry, makes me dance

Busted And Blue: 9/10

has made me cry several times, vocals are everything, will never skip

Carnival: 7/10

is a bop, don’t really listen to it much anymore but it’s alright

Let Me Out: 8/10

i love it, one of my favourites to rap with

Sex Murder Party: 4/10

ehhh dont like this one, i always skip it

She’s My Collar: 8.5/10

i dont want to admit the things 2D’s voice in this makes me wanna do

Hallelujah Money: 7.5/10

hated this at first, grew to love, very soothing

We Got The Power: 9.5/10

gets me FUCKING PUMPED, we do got the power fuckers

OVERALL SCORE FOR HUMANZ: 8.5 (rounded down)

The Now Now

Humility: 8.5/10

summer bop, makes me wanna dance, have never skipped

Tranz: 9.5/10

i love singing along to this bc it makes me feel sexy oops, always screams the lyrics

Hollywood: 7/10

not a huge fan of this but ill listen to it, favourite part is the chorus, also snoop doggy dogg

Kansas: 9/10

oof this song makes me cry, i always scream this 

Sorcererz: 7.5/10

ooo them vocals thooo, makes me relaxed

Idaho: 8.5/10

i love this song sm, one of my favourites of all time to sing, i wanna learn the guitar for this

Lake Zurich: 8/10

I love to listen to this while relaxing or writing, makes me wanna dance, COWBELL

Magic City: 8.5

always dancing to this, billboards on the moooon

Fireflies: 10/10

yall saw this coming, i always cry, its so somber, in close competition w HillBilly Man for my all time favourite

One Percent: 6.5/10

only song on the album i would skip and it isnt even that bad

Souk Eye: 10/10

its so gay and sad i love it sm

OVERALL SCORE FOR THE NOW NOW: 8.5 (rounded up)

So after months of me saying i’d rate the songs in order I finally did! Now keep in my the overall scores are averages, my personal rating for each album is:

Self-Titled: 8/10

Demon Days: 7/10

Plastic Beach: 8.5/10

The Fall: 8/10

Humanz: 7.5/10

The Now Now: 9/10

thanks for reading, i did this so i wouldn’t have to write an essay oops! <3

#my post #long post #like really long #this took me 2 hours #gorillaz #demon days #plastic beach #the fall #humanz #the now now #song analysis #album analysis

[ninjagoruinedmylife]

"An Awkward Prom" - a.k.a thing i promised to to and i haven't sleep yesterday to finish it rip me

Aaaaalright folks, so. Today is ninjago oc day which i was really REALLY REALLY hyped for, considering the fact that i have an oc i developed lately. Her name is Ange and she is daughter of Karlof and next elemental master of metal (i think i mentioned her here once or twice tho). And, because we are dorks, me and @clumsinessinperson made Ange and Ali’s oc, Nozomi, meet and ~fall in love~ *dabs* So, to celebrate it, we did a kind of… collab thing for them?? Ali drew a beautiful fanart of this two and i wrote a short fic about a situation that is connected with it. I hope you’ll like it!!

(Also im tagging @evelinaonline bc she threw this event and also she really wanted to see what was this secret thing i was working on with Ali XD)

***

Ange realised that there is no turning back way too late.

She was pretty chill whole day - hell, she nearly forgot about this whole school prom. Two hours before it, when notification on her phone ringed, she nearly got a heart attack. She had to prepare and, to be honest, she sucked when it came to subject of looks.

She threw nearly most of the things from her closet while looking for a blue dress she bought a few weeks ago. After all, she found it in a washing mashine, all curled up with other clothes. Ange sighed deeply and ironed it as fast as she could, hoping that she won’t burn a hole in it. When she was putting the cloth on, her hands were trembling and she started breathing heavily. Now she regretted every decision she made about this event - signing in being the first one, buying way too high heels being the second, and inviting Nozomi being the third.

At first she thought that this will be great idea. They knew each other for so long, Ange never met someone who would understand her so much and stay with her no matter what… But after they said that they are going there as friends, girl started wondering if she didn’t want to invite him from other reason than “I don’t have anyone else to ask.”

Maybe it wasn’t too late to call him and tell that something happened and she can’t go to the prom. Maybe she could tell that she had an asthma attack and… No, he would still come to see if she’s okay. Maybe she could announce that her father came to visit… Bad idea as well, Karloff lived way too far to randomly come to her. Ange tried to come up with some kind of solution while she was brushing her hair, painting her nails, putting on makeup. She ended up with no ideas and completly awful eyeshades. She accidentally chose the brown ones instead of the silver ones and now she looked like if she played with dirt and didn’t washed her face in few days.

Damnit.

When she did everything in her power to save her image, phone ringed again. She grabbed it with one hand, the other still busy paiting her face, and she didn’t even need to put it up to her ear to hear a loud rock music and even louder voice of a familiar man.

“Ya ready, kid?!” Ronin asked in his usual manner. “We’ll be next to your house in about ten minutes, so I sure hope you are! See ya then!”

And that he hanged off.

Ange sighed and her determination only grew. After she finally finished her makeup, she put on some silver jewelery she kept with her since she had to first move to Ninjago City, and then run away from anacondrai warriors. It was the only thing that reminded her of her mum - a pair of round earrings, long necklace decorated with blue crystals, and three big rings engraved with some strange patterns. She used to have a habit of not going anywhere without them on. Not only from sentiment, though; she knew she could easily change it in deadly weapon in the time of the biggest need.

Luckily, today no one was gonna kill her (besides for her own embarrasment, of course), so she could wear it only for aesthetic reasons.

Ange looked at herself in the mirror and she even smiled. She wasn’t looking half as bad as she thought she would, to be absolutely honest. She still felt way too tall and fragile, but she could even pass as an attractive person! That was an achievement to celebrate, but she had no time to bake a victorious cake and open up the shampain.

She stood in front of the door, holding her phone tight and waiting for a call from either Nozomi or his father, but the first thing she heard was a familiar noise that went through the window.

“Hell no.” Girl mumbled under her breath when she turned around.

Right next to her balcony, floated R.E.X. - huge flying ship that belonged to Ronin. She blushed a bit from both fury and awkwardness, and walked towards it. Her neighbours were gonna look at her strange again.

“We don’t have a whole day!” Ronin yelled when she came close enough to hear his words. “Don’t act like if you are on a walk in a park, come here faster!”

Ange hissed with frustration and moved her hand a bit. Metal bars that surrounded her balcony suddenly changed their place and turned into a bridge for a girl to walk on a ship. She looked around, a little worried that someone saw her - good, no neighbour around. She still felt hella anxious when it came to using her powers around people she didn’t know.

She sat next to Ronin and looked at her right. On his other side was Nozomi, who waved to her awkwardly. His whole face was completly red, like if someone threw tomatoes at him. When Ange smiled and waved back, he started looking a bit more relaxed.

Ronin still hadn’t started flying again - he nodded constantly to the rythm of a very loud, very agressive and very scary (in girl’s opinion) song. This state would last even longer if Nozomi didn’t react.

“Dad”, boy sounded slightly annoyed. “Remember? We have to go.”

“As you said, we don’t have a whole day, sir.” Ange coughed due to how much smoke R.E.X. producted.

“Oh, yeah. Good idea, kiddos.” Ronin cracked a smile and then they started flying so fast that Ange got scared if they won’t end up dying soon. “So. How is this whole art school thing going, girl? I remember a good ol’ times when we didn’t had a time for a stuff like that, I’m telling you. You had to work hard from the day you were born, or you had to start stealing, and you probably know what I chose…”

And it felt like with every word, he got faster and faster.

Ange, who was now not even a little red, but completly pale, looked at her friend over his dad’s shoulder and whispered:

“Can we kill him, please?”

“We don’t know how to fly this thing,” Nozomi shook his head sadly. “We would die sooner than he will kill us.”

It was good that they mastered the art of reading lips movement through all this time. In other case, they wouldnt talk about subject like that near Ronin and, what’s even more important, they couldn’t understand each other. Meanwhile, man was still rambling about how much schools suck when you can become a criminal.

“Oh, didn’t he try to learn you? Maybe you know some basic stuff…”

“You forgot an important part - I don’t want my dad to die!”

“Who are you planning to kill?!” Ronin screamed in their terrified faces after the vehicle stopped in front of a huge building. ‘He turned off the music few seconds ago, so he probably didn’t hear much’, Ange realised and felt a big weight leaving her chest. If she survived this, she will survive tonight’s prom for sure.

“Uuuh…” Nozomi scratched the back of his neck.

“My teacher!” Ange interrupted. “My math teacher, sir.”

“I bet he’s a pain in the ass, huh?” Ronin laughed shortly. “Okay, kiddos, go. Have fun, don’t do drugs, and blablabla. I’ll come and pick you up at 11.”

If a moment ago Ange thought that this was gonna be the easier part of the evening, the fear of what was gonna happen returned when she came out of the ship. She stood in front of her school and Nozomi soon joined her. Everyone from her school, now dressed all elegant, looked at R.E.X. with open mouths. Which meant that they saw her as well. And they saw her with Nozomi.

Even bigger damnit.

“Is everything okay?” Her friend looked at her, seemingly worried. “You look nervous as hell.”

“I always AM nervous as hell, Nozomi.” She answered and then started walking towards the entrace. “It’s not a big deal today, though.”

“I hope so, we came here to… have fun. Or whatever normal teenagers do during proms.” Boy frowned and then blushed. “It’s so strange. I’m not sure if it was a good decision to take me with you, Ange. I’m a terrible dancer and I don’t know anyone here…”

“Hey”, she grabbed his hand. “I asked you to go with me because I know I’ll have fun with you. You are my best friend after all.”

“You forgot to add that I’m your ONLY friend.” Nozomi smiled mischeviously, and then he looked down at their holding hands with a frown. “Hm, won’t they all think that we are dating? You know, holding hands and stuff is usually pretty romantic, as far as I remember from all those movies.”

He laughed, as if he just said a good joke, but girl noticed a growing blush on his face a minute before anxiety hit her.

“Ugh, I-” Ange let go of his hand immediately, feeling a lump in her throat growing and growing. “I’m sorry for that, if I made you feel bad or-”

“I mean, it’s not like I don’t like it or something-” boy grabbed her wrist and looked down. “I just guess that at this point I can stand people looking at me because I’m with a person I’m most comfortable around, and not because I stole something.”

 She wasn’t ready to answer somehow for that and, luckily, she didn’t had to.

They heard a really loud rock music once again, and when they turned around, they saw Ronin running in their direction with a camera.

“I forgot to take a pic of ya two!” He took a few deep breaths and then got camera higher. “Okay so, stand somehow to look nice, and then say "cheese” or some other bullshit… Ready?“

They looked at each other with awkward expressions, but after a minute Ange placed her hand on Nozomi’s back and he wrapped his arm around her waist. Both awfully blushing teenagers tried to put normal smiles on their faces, and without any more word Ronin took a photo.

"Okay, now I’m leaving for real, I promise!” He screamed when he was getting back to his vehicle.

Ange sighed. Maybe this prom won’t be such a tragedy.

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