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puppy-steve · 6 months

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steddie | wc: 1,425 | cw: none | songfic | ao3

have some hurt/comfort, cj style. happy thanksgiving even though it's already 1am my time <3

The kitchen is so thick with tension you could cut right through it like butter. Eddie’s washing the dishes and Steve’s putting away the leftovers from dinner. They haven’t spoken a word to each other the entire night, not since that afternoon when they were screaming at each other.

Other people would say that they don’t remember what or who started the argument in the first place, but Steve knows exactly what happened. All because he let his dumb mouth get ahead of his brain. And it’s not like he hasn’t tried to apologize—he tried the second the words left his mouth and then five more times after that but Eddie wasn’t having any of it.

Which is fine, he’s allowed to stew in his hurt feelings for as long as he likes, but Steve is worried that this might be the first time they go to bed with one of them still mad, and he doesn’t know if he can handle that.

He shuts the fridge and turns around to lean against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, letting out a quiet sigh. Eddie’s back is turned to him so he can only see the movement of his shoulders as he scrubs the dishes harder than he ought to.

He’s still pissed, then.

Steve lets out a quiet sigh. He’s the one that started this whole mess so he’s got to be the one to fix it. He needs to come up with something to get Eddie to at least look at him.

He stands there for a few more minutes as he thinks but then the light bulb in his brain flicks on and he leaves the kitchen.

Eddie’s probably washed this bowl three times already but he doesn’t care. He’s still worked up from his and Steve’s fight earlier, he could drop the bowl and it could shatter in the soapy water and he wouldn’t even blink an eye.

How dare he, Eddie thinks bitterly, rinsing the soap off and placing the bowl in the dish drainer a little harshly. How dare he think he has the right to even insinuate.

All he wanted was to spend the extra little bit he’d had left over from his paycheck on some new mini’s he’d seen down at the bookstore and a couple of books that had been on his list for ages. He made sure to put back enough to cover his half of their rent and bills. He was careful.

But Steve still had to go and open his stupid rich boy mouth.

Eddie feels the familiar prickle of white hot anger on the back of his neck and he takes a deep breath to calm himself. It’s not his fault that he grew up poor. Wayne did what he could to support the both of them on his single paycheck every month, but that money only went so far. There wasn’t enough to spare to open an account with the bank, so they just went without.

Unlike the Harrington’s, who apparently had accounts open across multiple cities and even a couple overseas.

Steve’s father had drilled the importance of wealth management into him from an early age and made him use his first allowance to open a savings account at the age of ten. His boyfriend had a goddamn retirement account by the time he was eighteen.

So when Steve goes and assumes that Eddie doesn’t know how to handle money just because he wants to splurge for once and buy something he enjoys, Eddie thinks that his anger is a little more than justified.

Eddie’s eyes sting with oncoming tears and he blinks them away with a shake of his head. He doesn’t need to cry right now.

As he reaches for another dirty plate, music suddenly fills the kitchen from the Bluetooth speakers on the counter, soft piano trilling and the melodic humming with an R&B beat.

He freezes when arms slowly circle his waist from behind and Steve rests his chin on his shoulder.

Some people live for the fortune

Some people live just for the fame

“Dance with me,” Steve murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie suppresses a shiver and the instinct to lean back into him. “I don’t-”

“Eddie.”

Another kiss, this time under his ear. Fingers gently trace along his arm.

Some people think

That the physical things

Define what’s within

Eddie’s walls crumble like sawdust when Steve laces his fingers between his own soapy ones. He lets Steve pull him away from the sink and they slowly sway in the middle of their kitchen. He can see straight into the living room, where they’ve already set their Christmas tree up in the corner by the window, fully decorated even though it’s still November. They’ve got a hodgepodge of decorations and knick knacks already set on various shelves and tables with Christmas lights strung in almost every doorway.

As they dance in a slow spin, their cheeks pressed together, Eddie thinks back to how much fun they had setting all of it up. How Steve held the mistletoe above his head every chance he got just to be able to kiss him. All of his remaining anger slowly melts away and he’s left with the overwhelming feeling of how much he loves this man.

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, yeah

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, and he sounds like he means it. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, when I said you should be more responsible. You were right. It’s your money and you’re the only one who gets a say in how you spend it.”

Eddie sighs and tightens his arms around Steve’s shoulders. “I’m sorry, too. I got defensive, but I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did. I should’ve listened to you when you tried apologizing the first time.”

Some people search for a fountain

Promises forever young

Some people need three dozen roses

And that's the only way to prove you love them

Eddie pulls back a little and looks at Steve for the first time in what feels like ages and is flooded with emotions that make his chest tighten when he sees the soft smile on his boyfriend’s face and the love in his eyes.

Eddie cups his cheek and leans in to press a soft kiss to his equally soft lips before resting his head on Steve’s shoulder with a soft sigh.

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

“Are we really slow dancing to Alicia Keys?” he asks after a moment. Steve shakes with silent laughter and Eddie gently smacks him in the shoulder. “It’s a serious question, Stevie. I need to know if it’s a contender for our wedding playlist.”

It’s Steve’s turn to freeze now and Eddie can’t hold back his giddy smile when he pushes him back by the shoulders and gives him a wide-eyed look.

“Wedding playlist?”

“Well, I was planning to wait until Christmas to pop the question, but. Yeah. I even got a ring.”

Steve gapes at him like a fish before yanking him in for a kiss by the front of his shirt. It’s more teeth than lips because they can’t stop laughing long enough, but they eventually get a hold of themselves when Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s neck again and presses close, thier lips slotting together seamlessly.

“So I take it that’s a yes?” Eddie asks between kisses.

Steve nips at his bottom lip. “Only if you learn to stop kicking your socks off in your sleep and leaving them under the covers at the end of the bed.”

“They twist around my toes, Stevie,” Eddie pouts, trailing kisses along Steve’s jaw. “Makes ‘em feel like pigs in a blanket.”

Steve tilts his head back to give him more room, the music completely forgotten. “Then don’t wear them to bed at all.”

“But then my feet will get cold. Do you want me to put my icicles on your legs, Steven? Would that make you feel better?”

Steve throws his head back for a completely different reason and groans. “You’re going to be even more difficult once we’re married, aren’t you?”

Eddie grins against Steve’s throat. “Absolutely, oh husband of mine.”

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, you, you

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yawntutsyip · 1 year

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okay request! aonung with fem metkayina

aonung takes notice that you have bloomed, from a shy reserved girl to slowly gaining confidence and coming out of your shell. he comes to find he isn't the only one that has taken notice, and gets slightly agitated when one of the popular hunters voices his interest during their return from a hunt one afternoon.

Aonung, not one to bite his tongue for long, says something to him. The other boy realises that aonung has a soft spot for you. To bring in some comedy, they both have a stare off before racing back to the village. Competing on who has the larger catch of fish, or who has the biggest fish.

They both stumble onto the sand, racing towards the village, the other boy getting ahead of anoung, in a rush aonung didnt see you, and you with him, as you were also rushing. You bump into each other, hard for you because of his strong chest, but it sends you both stumbling.

This sends the necklace you had just made go flying into the water and sinking. You were too shocked by being so close, he almost doesn't realise its you from frustration. But you quickly notice the necklace is not in your hand and give him a quick look, which he returns in shock. He is cut off from saying anything when you dive into the water out of view. Of course the other boy, just had to witness this and starts laughing with some others from afar, Roxto joins the crowd before assisting aonung.

Turns out the necklace you made was for aonung, but he would never know, because either you didnt find it, or you did and couldn't find the game to give it to him after that embarrassing encounter.

1st alternative if reader doesnt find the necklace, she speaks to tsireya about it,explaining it was important, she found the perfect shell and such to gift someone, tsireya tries to find out who but reader wont budge.

2nd alternative if reader does find the necklace she also speaks to tsireya about it, asking for advice on how she can gift it to someone who she might not have a chance with. Tsireya goes off naming boys, but suddenly comes to ask if its her brother. Tsireya could recall one day when you joined her group of friends for the first time, they started gossiping about boys, and you gotten quiet and kept focus on something else when aonungs name was brought up.

Idk about an ending and im sorry if its too long or not detailed enough. Or even a boring idea

Warnings: none 🤷‍♀️

AN: I hope you liked this , and this was what you were hoping for, tysm for requesting. sorry if there’s mistakes I’m writing this at 2 am in the morning 🧎‍♀️I’m tired asf. ❤️ ily tho

The necklace:

The village was alive and happy as they had been throwing a celebration for the hunters that had returned from their trip successfully and safely. The sound of drums pounding, woman singing, rattles shaking, and children’s laughter with the complimentary sound of the ocean in the background.

You stayed by the fire dancing in your own world, swaying your hips to the beat of the drums and humming along to the song. It was as if you were one with the music, letting yourself free from any problems. Unbeknownst to you, you had caught the eyes of a certain chief's son. Ao’nung.

He had been staring at you with hungry eyes from afar ever since he saw you get up and start dancing, the way your hips swayed to every beat, and how your hair gracefully blew against the wind. He was entranced by everything about you since you guys were younger. He had watched you grow from a shy little girl that was always too scared to talk to anyone into a young beautiful woman, finally out of your shell and not caring about the eyes around you. “(Y/N) is probably one of the most beautiful girls here, you know I’m thinking about asking to court her, treat her all night if you know what I mean ayeee”

The voice of another hunter nearby catching Ao’nung’s attention moving from you to land on Äenlu, even his name made the boy's blood boil. Ao’nung didn’t like the way he talked about you, talking about ‘treating you all night’ yeah right. No one was good enough for you…besides himself.

“You won’t get the chance to ask her, because I’m asking her first Äenlu” Ao’nung said staring at the other hunter, saying his name with as much venom he could muster up. This caught Äenlu off guard, making him realize he wasn’t the only one about to make a move on you. Both Metkayina boys stare at each other, looking as if they were about to pounce any second waiting for the other's next move. “Bro! Go grab the fish you had caught earlier and ask (Y/N) hurry! This is your chance” Rotxo nudges his friend with his elbow.

Immediately Ao’nung stands up and books it back to his hut, finding the biggest fish he and his father could catch ready to show it off and impress you. Äenlu doing the same shortly, as he had heard the boys advise. He wanted you badly to be his mate and just because Ao’nung was the son of the Olo’eyktan doesn’t mean he would go easy. Unfortunately, when they both came out of their family’s Marui they both noticed they had about the same size fish. Now, this was serious. Giving each other one last look they both ran back to where the celebration was being held, racing to see who could get to you first. They both stumbled in the sand nearly dropping the big fish in their hands.

For the people who didn’t know what was going on, they just looked like mad men running with fish, almost falling on their faces. It was quite embarrassing but they didn’t care. There was only one thing on their mind and that was you.

While all that chaos was going on, you stopped dancing and went back to where your friend Tsireya was. “Well~ are you gonna do it tonight? I think it’s the perfect moment!” She tells you with a teasing grin on her lips showing her dimples. Blush finds its way upon your face as you can’t help but smile back and nod. “I am. I even made him a necklace….do you think he’s gonna like it?”

You grabbed the necklace that was in your pouch and lift it to show Tsireya. It had taken you all night to put it together from weaving the string to diving for shells and pearls to make the beads, then having to shape them…it was a whole process but every moment was worth it as you made sure to have only good intentions while making it.

Tsireya’s eyes widen and stared at the necklace in awe, it was beautifully made and had taken much time. This made the girl curious as to who this boy was you were trying to confess to, you haven’t told her but only said it was someone you’d had your eye on for a while, as much as the girl wanted to pry and find out she knew not to push you and would wait for you to tell her yourself. “It’s incredible (Y/N)! Whoever this boy is, is very lucky!” She boasts and hugs you. She was happy that her friend mustered up the courage, she couldn’t wait to see you happy lily together with your future mate.

“Okay! Wish me luck…I’m gonna go find him!” You stated and took a deep breath in before bidding Tsireya goodbye and walking away. ‘Now where in the world could he be?’ You think to yourself and walk along the shore to get a better view of everyone.

‘hm…well he’s not dancing that’s for sure’ your eyes trailed over to the people that danced near the fire with their mates, hips swaying together in sync with bright happy smiles on their faces. You silently wish that to be you and him soon, you’re back against his chest with his hands on your hips getting lost in the tunes. The blush from earlier quickly finds its way back to your face along with a light fluttering feeling in your stomach.

Removing your gaze from the dancing you look in front of you and see the one person you had been looking for. Ao’nung. A smile finds its way on your face as you rush forward to the boy not realizing he was running towards your way. “Ao’nung?” You call out but it went unheard, you tried stopping yourself before you were about to crash into each other but it seemed like Eywa was not on your side today as your feet only slid in the sand sending you forward and knocking into Ao’nung…and down you both went, tumbling, you closed your eyes accepting your unfortunate fate, preparing to have a face full of sand. The fish and necklace in both your hands flew up and were tossed somewhere in the water.

When you opened your eyes, you look down and meet a familiar pair of aqua eyes staring back at you with shock, realizing who it was, your face soon held the same reaction. “(Y/N)?” He questioned with his eyebrows furrowed together.

Laughter begins to fill both of your ears pulling you guys out of shock and realizing a small crowd had begun to surround you two witnessing the whole thing. ‘Oh god how embarrassing…how am I supposed to give him the necklace now!?’ the thought wonders in your mind, you look to your hand and quickly sit up now sitting on his waist realizing it was gone.

‘No no no no’ you swing your head to look around the sand to see if it was anywhere, but there was nothing until you look to the water and see something shiny slowly sinking. Pushing all your weight into your hands you stand up and rush to dive into the water before it sinks to the bottom or before some fish swallowed it, the groan coming from Ao’nung completely goes unknown to you.

Rotxo runs over to his friend and helps him sit up while snickering to himself. “Well…you either made her flustered or she hates you-“ “Rotxo! Why would you say something like that?!” He cuts him off with a worried frown looking at this friend and then back to the water where you had dived in. ��Bro! I’m just joking!!” Rotxo stops laughing as he sees how serious Ao’nung’s face was. He really liked her huh? This was the first time he’d seen Ao’nung so serious about a girl.

Eventually, everyone left back to the celebration, Äenlu decided to give you some time and would ask you later while Ao’nung and Rotxo went back to where they were chatting earlier, Rotxo was reassuring Ao’nung that you didn’t reject him, maybe you got scared? To be honest he didn’t know either and to him and everyone else it looked like you had rejected him but he wasn’t gonna say that to him.

After fighting with an ilu for the necklace you were able to get it finally after a game of tug of war and swam to the surface taking in a loud breath of air. You angrily stomped your way back to the shore and let out a tired sigh and sat down, feeling all the sand stick to your leg, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your head on your knees.

Well now your whole plan was ruined, how were you supposed to show your face in front of him now? He probably thinks you’re embarrassing or something. Oh, great mother, you messed up this time.

A groan of frustration slips past your lips as you throw your head back, gently dropping the necklace next to you. “(Y/N)?” Someone calls your name, already knowing who it was by the sound of their voice you don’t bother turning around and only send them a short hum in response. Tsireya frowns and sits next to you, the girl looks down at your hand and notices the necklace still with you. ‘uh oh what happened…?’

“…did you get the chance to give it to him?” She said quietly while folding herself in the same position while staring up at you from her knees. “not exactly…I messed it up ‘reya. I embarrassed myself in front of him and a couple of other people…and then I lost the necklace and had to fight with an ilu to get it back…oh Eywa it was such a mess….what do I do now?” Tears clouded your vision as you sniffle quickly wiping them away with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)….who is this boy anyways? I’m sure he doesn’t think differently! Everyone has their moments silly” she wraps one arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer into a side hug. “I’m embarrassed to even tell you who it is…..” you mutter under your breath while looking away.

“hmmm…is it Aìäkx?” Tsireya starts by listing the names of all the boys in the clan. You said nothing but shake your head no. “Yutxo?…. Poewn?…no!? Hmmm…. Suotue?….. Kutxä?!” Your eyes widen as you let out a loud gasp when she said the name. “Tsireya! He’s so much older than us! Why would it be him?” Kutxä was one of the younger warriors that was always by the Olo’eyktan’s side, about a few years younger than Tonowari. “I’m just joking~ he is pretty hot though you gotta admit that- that auntie is one lucky girl-“ she begins and both of you burst out laughing.

“Okay okay…..hmm is it Rotxo?” Tsireya continues, your face scrunches up in disgust. “He’s like a brother, that’s gross to think about”

“Sorry sorry, what about Äenlu? I’ve seen him looking at you a lot lately agree he’s cute! Is it him?!” You smile and shake your head no once again. You did notice Äenlu here and there but he just wasn’t the one for you, he was also kind of a player and you knew once you reject him he would most likely move on to another girl the next day, that’s just how he was.

“What?! I’ve named every boy in our village! unless you are going after an older man- which I’m not hating on at all…I don’t judge but I do think it’s a little risky-“

“Tsireya! It’s not anyone older!” You shout and bury your face in your hands from embarrassment. “the only other person I haven’t named is!-“ Tsireya pauses her words and finally realizes who it’s been the whole time. Now that Tsireya thinks back to a certain memory of when you and she and some other girls were all talking about their crushes, they had all gone around saying names but when it came to you, you glanced at Tsireya before telling them you didn’t like anyone…it all made sense to her now.

“(Y/N) do you like Ao’nung?” Tsireya made sure to pay close attention to you, watching how your tail started thumping against the sand behind you and how your ears twitched at her brother's name. “would you be mad if I said yes?….” you shyly asked her while looking up at her as if you were ashamed. “Of course not! You should’ve told me and I could’ve helped you out!” She exclaimed while sitting up pulling you with her and grabs the necklace beside you shoving it in your hands. “You have to go tell him now! You have no idea how long he’s had an eye on you!”

“Wait! Tsireya- I don’t know…I mean-“ before you could finish she was already pulling you towards the gathering, both of you making your way to Ao’nung where he sat with his back against a log talking with Rotxo and a couple of other people. “Tsireya- how about I just wait till tomorrow or maybe like next month?…” “no you are doing this now! you have been preparing for this forever, it’s now or never”

Now here you are with Tsireya standing in front of Ao’nung and his group of friends. The group stopped talking and had attention now on both of you. You look to Tsireya and shake your head no backing away but before you could she pushes you forward to Ao’nung and gives you a thumbs up. “Uhm….Ao’nung…” you start while looking down at your feet. It’s been a while since you felt this shy, you thought you had finally gotten over it but being in front of Ao’nung, his presence was intimidating as his eyes trail up and down your figure before reaching your eyes. “(Y/N), I’m sorry for earlier! I should’ve been watching where I was going earlier-“

“(Y/N)! I saw what happened earlier! I was actually gonna ask you if you wanted to “ Äenlu interrupted by pulling both of your hands in his but before he could finish his question Ao’nung swiftly gets up and picks you up in his arms with you letting out a squeak in surprise. Everyone watches as he runs with you away, they all stand in shock as it happened so fast. “That’s not even fair?! What the hell?” Äenlu shouts as Ao’nung and your figure gets smaller and smaller, he was about to chase after you but Rotxo and Tsireya held him back shaking their head no with a glare.

“Ao’nung?!” You ask as you stared wide eyes at the boy in front of you who had just carried you away somewhere. “Will you allow me to court you (Y/N)?” Ao’nung said getting straight to the point, staring down at you, waiting for any response, when you don’t say anything he started to get worried thinking he just made a fool of himself until he sees you pull something out from your hand. A necklace, a beautiful one at that….was this when you were gonna tell him you had made it for Äenlu-

“I was gonna ask you the same thing…I made you this necklace….when we bumped into each other it fell in the water…that’s why I dived in! I don’t want you to think I was being weird or anything!-“ Ao’nung’s tense shoulders instantly drop with a sigh of relief, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him.

“Oh thank Eywa- I thought you were gonna tell me you made it for someone else, it’s beautiful (Y/N)” a shy smile falls on your lips as you look down trying to hide the purple hue that crept its way onto your face. “So…you don’t think I’m weird?”

“I don’t think you’re weird at all don’t worry” Ao’nung smiled sweetly at you. You lift your head back up and hold the necklace to his face. “Well? You wanna put it on? Do you accept my courting gift?”

“How could I ever decline, love”

“Good. I had to fight an ilu to get this back for you..”

“You did what?!”

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I’m sorry to the two 😩 idk why I can’t tag you

#yawn’s req. 📂#avatar x reader #aonung x reader #atwow x reader #ao’nung x reader #atwow

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year

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Hi! hello! I'm new to the RE fandom and let me say that, i fell in love with Leon (RE2 and RE4), and my god, i can't stop thinking about him!

So... if you can, can you do a little story where reader loves to roller skate, and tries to teach Leon how to do it and both have a clumsy-cute-fluffy day.

(actually i'm trying to learn how to roller skate. It's acceptable too the other way around, Leon teaches reader, idk, i just thought is just a cute thing to do)

Thank you for read!

Authors Note: This is so so cute, so thank you for requesting it. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings! None! Just cavity-inducing fluff Re4 Leon.

"Come on Leonnn, it will be fun, trust me,"

"You know I don't skate,"

"Baby, you are literally the top government hero of the world, I think you can handle roller skating," The attitude dripped from your voice as you gave Leon a 'seriously' look.

"Besides, it's my turn to pick what our next date is and I want to go roller skating," If looks could kill you would probably be deceased right now. Leon loved you to literal pieces but sometimes, on very rare occasions you can push his buttons; this was one of those occasions.

It was Friday night and you and Leon had just finished the movie he had put on. It's been a long week so the movies and cuddles were something you guys really needed. It was a normal routine you guys had established at the beginning of your relationship. Friday night you guys stay in, Saturday night was date night. You guys often alternated between who picks what you guys do, and you had just happened to luck out this weekend.

"Fine." He crossed his arms in defeat while you excitedly jumped around him.

"Oh my gosh, this is going to be so fun,"

"Whatever, I get to choose dinner then," You stopped your fit of excitement and looked at your boyfriend. His blue irises looked right back at you and for a few heartbeats, you guys stared each other down.

"Okay," you shrugged your shoulders and skipped off to your shared room. Leon could only scoff and shake his head.

The next morning you guys spent in bed sharing lazy kisses and quiet 'I love you's till you finally wiggled out of Leon's arms to get ready. His protests fell on deaf ears as you skipped to the bathroom.

Leon couldn't believe what you did to him. Never in a million years would he think he would find himself still in bed on a Saturday morning listening to you dance around in the shower singing along to the playlist he made for you when you first started dating. Just the thought of a future with you had him smiling as he rolled on his back to look at his phone. He mindlessly scrolled through past pictures of you guys on previous dates and his heart fluttered.

You had always made a point to take at least one picture together on every date you guys did. The last date you guys went on was a hike. Despite the rough terrain, the hot sun beating down on you guys, and the sweat running down your brow you still looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to him. Your face was red which contradicted the blue lens sunglasses that shielded your eyes. Your baby hairs stuck to your head as your cheek was pressed up against his. Your smile brightened up the whole picture, the mountains in the background could never compare. He took one last look at the picture and remained himself to print and hang the most recent picture.

The water came to a sudden stop and the music became louder. Leon could hear you humming to the song as you stepped out of the shower. Upon opening the bathroom door hot steam pilled into the cold room and you stepped out with a towel wrapped around your body and a similar one on your head. Leon had to hold back the urge to take you right then and there. He groaned and covered his eyes with his arm.

"Please change fast, I don't think I can hold back when you look like that,"

You could only snort as your waddled to the closet, "Perv,"

You heard Leon mumble 'meanie' under his breath as he rolled on his stomach to get a better look at you.

"What should I wear? A dress? Jeans? Leggings?," You look back at Leon in hopes he would help you out His arms were tucked under his pillow showing off his defined shoulder blades.

Leon mumbled into the pillow," Hmm, what about those jeans I just bought you,"

"OH!, That's a good idea, I love you,"

"Love you more."

After taking your sweet sweet time getting ready Leon was finally getting out of bed to get ready. You could tell he was trying to delay the enviable. While you were doing your finishing touches and your make-up Leon was brushing through his hair. The shirt he had on squeezed his arms in just the right way, and the Jeans he had on curved his ass, which you were secretly jealous of. Putting your mascara down you turn to look at him.

"Are you ready to go love?"

"Of course baby."

Leon grabbed his jacket and keys as you walked out of the house. He triple-checked that the door was locked before he lightly jogged over to you so he can open the door for you. On the ride there his hand stayed on your thigh rubbing soft circles while you serenaded Leon with your singing.

Upon arriving at the roller skating rink the harsh A/C hit your body. The lights were dimmed down while LED light shone around the area. Leon gripped your hand tighter as he heard a little kid scream out a laugh. The smell of greasy food danced in the air the further you guys walked in. Walking up the shoe counter Leon did most of the talking, and paying, like the gentlemen he is.

Sitting down on a bench you had cringed at the worn-down roller skates while lacing them up. Leon had yet to move to put them on, the look on his face said it all: I'm fucked.

Turning towards him you placed your hand on his thigh, "What's wrong love? Does roller skating scare you that much? If you want we can le-,"

"NO-no, you wanted to roller skate so we're going to roller skate, it's just.... I don't know how..."

"You don't know how to...skate?" You could barely see the light pink dust on his cheeks as he slightly shakes his hand.

You laugh a little, "Baby, that's okay, I'll teach you how. Don't worry is easy,"

"....Are you sure...?"

"I'm super sure love, Besides if you fall while holding onto me I'll be going right down with you so you won't be the only one falling," The beaming smile you gave him lit up the whole room.

"Tch, yea right," Leon bent down to put on his skates. After he tied his last knot you stood up and pushed yourself to curve in front of him.

"Kind Sir," You placed your hand out and bowed your head a little. Leon shook his head a little as he place his hand in yours.

Leon tripped a little when you helped walk him to the rink. When he placed his first skate down his skate rolled back and forth a little as he lost his balance. You were quick to lead his other hand to your shoulder to help him make the step-down.

"There you go, that's the hardest part I promise,"

Leon mumbled a 'whatever' as he slowly took his hand off of your shoulder.

"When you skate it's almost like walking, but instead of lifting your foot up and down, you are going to push your foot. Watch," You let go of Leon's hand and showed him the pushing motion.

Leon was amazed at how well you did this, you glided along with no problems, and you looked....graceful doing it. You circled around him and by the time you did your second lap, you skated backward to face him again.

"See? Easy enough, now it's your turn," Your curved to be on his left side.

"Want to hold my hand," You offered your hand to his. Leon was embarrassingly quick to grab it before you started to skate.

You guys started off extremely slow pushing one foot in front of the other. Leon was really struggling to keep his balance, the grip on your hand was starting to hurt the further you guys moved. The kids around you guys were putting Leon on edge. How are children better at this than him? He is literally a government agent, he had saved the president's daughter, and he can easily skate in a circle. His grip on your hand lightens up and his pace fastened.

"Okay baby, I see you," You laugh a little as Leon skated in front of you.

Your laughter squeezed Leon's heart. Looking back at you he could see your beaming smile as you sway to the music that was being played. He was memorized, the most beautiful girl in this building was his girl.

Being too engrossed in his thoughts Leon didn't notice the slight curve, and you had been too late to call out to him, "Leon watch o-" Taking the curve straight on he was too late to turn his body, and when he did he turn it was to fast and he lost his balance and fell.

You really had to try hard to not laugh your ass off. You were quick to skate over to his fallen body.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" A snort fell past your lips.

Leon was sitting down with his legs sticking straight out to form a 'V'. His head fell down to look at his hands that lay on the floor. His bottom lip stuck out a little as he small pout adorned his face.

"Poor baby," you moved over to his right side and crouched down to move the hair out of his face.

"Are you okay?" He shook his head slightly side-to-side

"mmhm," The pouting was too cute to take him seriously. You just had to take a moment to capture his cute face.

It's very rare to see Leon pout because if he pouts it's into your chest or neck. You were quick to pull out your phone and pull up your camera. You stretched your arm so you and Leon could fit into the frame. You tried to copy his pouting face by pushing your bottom lip out with puppy eyes. You clicked the button at least three times before Leon lifted his head up.

"Did you just...?"

"Nope, let's go get dinner I'm hungry,"

Clearly, Leon didn't believe you but he couldn't care less. Because in a few years, he would look back at the picture and laugh as he remembers this moment.

"Whatever you say....Can you help me get up?" Your laugh danced throughout the room as you stood up and shook your head.

"Of course, you big baby."

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy re2 #leon kennedy re4 #re4 leon #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil x you #resident evil x y/n #resident evil x reader

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luvulyy · 2 years

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Hella, can i request a Denji x Male reader, reader is a vocalist on denji's favorite metal band and they meet after a concert so they kinda hit it off from there?

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓? ✷

𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖩𝖨 𝖷 𝖬𝖠𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐍/𝐀

Denji didn't care much for music or celebrities. They were all irrelevant, something that didn't affect his goals. They were for normal people, those who didn't need to constantly fight for their dreams. Really, he couldn't care less.

But you were different.

From the moment he heard your voice, he was hooked. He'd never even remotely thought he'd be a metal fan but the way you screamed, the absolute energy you radiated was addicting.

It was a secret comfort to him. He'd hum your songs while working, driving everyone else insane as he sang the same ones repeatedly. Your voice was like a warm hug after a long day, always there as he finally lay down to rest.

He'd secretly buy your merch, your cd's, and listen to your band at every possible opportunity. He'd try to be subtle and deny everything with red cheeks whenever Power teased him about it.

It had taken countless attempts of bribery and offers to do the chores to convince her to come to the concert with him. The days leading up he'd been noticably distracted, practically vibrating with excitement.

The concert itself was better than he could even dream. You seemed to glow on stage, like it was where you were born to be. It was hypnotising how confident you were up there, swinging around as you sang, your throaty voice mesmerising. It was over far too soon for Denji's liking, he could listen to you for hours.

He danced and sang along until his voice was hoarse. He'd never felt so at peace, jumping along to the volume. He was out of breath by the end, sweaty but unable to hide his joy.

He was still basking in your sound when the concert had ended and people were milling about, drinking and chatting. The music was still echoing in his head, so absorbed he didn't notice the band coming to mingle in the crowd.

When you walked past Denji's heart skipped a beat. You met his eyes and instantly, he froze.

He didn't believe in love at first sight or anything but seeing you right in front of him, looking at him, after being a fan for so long left him starstruck. Power had wandered off somewhere, probably looking for food so it was just you and him.

'Hey.' You smiled warmly at him and his stomach flipped. He simply gaped at you, unable to believe this was really happening.

You took a step closer, brows lightly furrowed. 'You alright?'

Your voice was even more musical when you spoke, clear but soft as it rang out. He didn't know what to say, as if fanboying was a good answer. 'Yeah, yeah... I am.'

The boy in front of you looked a little off, eyes completely alert. You couldn't help but move closer to him, concerned. It didn't hurt that he was... really cute. He looked your age, and radiated boyish charm. His scruffy blond hair was wild and spiky, it was clear he'd been banging along to the music.

You licked your lips as you watched his reactions. 'Mind telling me a bit about yourself, sweetheart?'

He flushed beautifully, clearly not used to the attention. 'I'm Denji. I'm here with my friend Power... and I'm a Devil Hunter?'

Now it was your eyes that widened as you stepped forward and grabbed his hands excitedly. It was adorable how your eyes lit up. 'Woah, that's so cool! I don't think I've ever spoken to one before. Thank you for your hard work.' You bowed your head as Denji proudly grinned.

Denji was a goner. Absolutely head over heels. You dressed so punk, sang like a fallen angel but your personality? You'd been nothing but postively sweet since you'd started talking. If it was anyone else it would be sickening but with you, your smiles were nothing but natural and enchanting.

As he watched you with puppy eyes you couldn't help but reach into your pockets and pull out a ticket. 'Hey, I hope this doesnt sound conceited but you listen? It's the least I can do.'

His jaw dropped wordlessly as he stared at the slip in your hand hungrily. Could you not feel the absolute awe exuding from him? 'Yeah... yeah I do.'

You grinned as you held it out for him to take, smile only widening as he took it gently, not able to believe it was real.

'It's a VIP for tomorrow's show. I don't think you'll mind hearing it again.' You winked openly at him. 'Plus I'd love to talk to you some more.'

Denji nodded, gobsmacked. Whatever had made the universe be so generous he didnt know, but he sure as hell was going to take the opportunity. 'Sure. Same here.'

You patted him on the head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as you walked pass. Electricity ran down his spine at the contact.

'I'll be looking for you!'

It was only as you walked away he realised he never got an autograph. He beamed cheek to cheek as he touched where your lips had ghosted, unable to believe his luck. He'd just have to ask tomorrow.

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sofiiel · 9 months

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Eddie Date: Love You Better

When he found you crying over the one who broke your heart two weeks ago, Eddie knew exactly what he was going to do with that extra Metallica ticket. "Sorry, Jeff, but this is a dire situation." He says over the phone. "I get it man, do what needs to be done" Jeff replied, hiding the urge to chuckle. His friend was now a man on a mission.

You'd gotten a call from Eddie telling you to get dressed, he had a surprise for you. Hearing the mischief in his voice, you'd decided not to question it and just do as he said.

Some wild plan of his, for sure. Probably some gathering at the hideout. It's only been obvious to the whole world you've been down in the dumps. But you could really use the distraction.

When you hear someone at the door, you know it's him.

Opening the door with a smile, it fades to a shocked gasp.

There's no Eddie, just a full blooming bushel of roses.

"Hey, ____." The roses said in Eddie's tone. His head pops around them, and he flashes you a giant grin. He's dressed his best and his fragrance wafts up to your nose.

"Fuck ol'whozitwhatsit." he smirked.

You choke back the urge to cry again and take the roses.

"So what is this Eddie?" you ask

"Me showing you not to settle, ever again." Eddie says.

Eddie takes you out to lunch first, claiming that you're going to need fuel for energy. Because, "break-ups totally drain you, like full zombie mode. Right? Build that strength back up" he says, lips stretching into a goofy smile, "trust me you'll need it."

From there it's a long Van ride, you know you're really in for when the sign ahead reads "Leaving Hawkins." You look at Eddie but he ignores it, still carrying on with the conversation and drinking what's left of his soda.

After Hours of driving with the music on blast, Eddie finally tells you to close your eyes. You humor him and go along with it. Eddie carefully fumbles around, trying to get you out of the Van. His hand firmly around yours.

"No peeking 'k?" he keeps asking, leading you about. You can hear excited chatter and feel the surrounding crowd.

Eddie stands behind you, turning your body in a specific direction. You hear many people cheer and shout, the place is roaring with one unified call.

"Open your eyes." He murmurs.

And when you do, through a sea of darkness you spot the bright huge sign "Metallica"

You can hardly believe it, turning from Eddie to the stage and back again.

He laughs lightly, "You needed to get away for a moment." he explains. "I figured it'd take my special kind of medicine to get your face to remember its world-famous smile."

And it does, as you beam at him.

Together you have a headbanging, horn shaking, 'my voice will be gone tomorrow' good time.

You leave in matching band tees that you changed into in the bathrooms.

Returning to Eddie's van, he's stuck rambling about the show while you two munch on the food you raided the concessions for.

He's so excited that he has you hyped as well. Eddie reenacting a few stunts his heroes did on stage while his words go a mile a minute.

After a while, he calms himself down enough to ask you if you'd had a good time.

You tell him yes, and it somehow leads to you pouring out every feeling you've felt since your break-up.

Eddie patiently listens and when you start to tear up he quietly takes your hand, giving it a solid squeeze.

"It might not count for much but... I need you to know you'll always have me." he says.

Eddie gives a gentle tug and pulls you into a hug.

"You deserve better anyway." he mutters into the top of your head.

You two spend many more hours simply talking before you look out the window and realize - the parking lot is now empty.

So the two of you make the long drive back home.

Eddie tapping a beat on the steering wheel, and you kicked back in your seat, humming to the radio with the windows down.

It's a mite chilly, so He lends you his jacket as a blanket.

"Welcome to Hawkins" the sign reads.

Your eyes are hardly staying open.

Eddie parks down the block, he wants to walk you home.

It's a quiet walk and on the way he slips his hand into yours. It's clear he's interested in you, but he's going to keep his distance, give you time to heal.

At your front door, He peers down at you with a grin.

"So did you like your surprise?" he asks you.

You look at him silently and for a second he panics. You can see the worry in his eyes.

Leaning forward, you kiss his cheek.

"I did, did you?" you ask him.

Eddie's mouth his clenched tight, his eyes screaming as his cheeks slowly turn pink.

"Goodnight Eddie, and thanks." you tell him, stepping inside and closing the door.

Meanwhile, He's still stuck in place, heart hammering away as he tries to remember how to breathe.

"I did." he whispers, a grin swallowing up his face. He turns and heads back to the van.

"Goodnight, ____." he murmurs to himself on the way.

#more eddie fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #bestfriend!eddie munson

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mentallyillbutokay · 1 year

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OBEY ME MUSIC HEADCANONS

𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝘾 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙎 + 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙊

[𝘼/𝙉: 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙈𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤 & 𝙍𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡. 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨!!]

•——————•°•✿•°•——————•

Lucifer

-> Definitely Opera

-> But on quieter days, he listens to White Noise (its not even music, but Lucifer would spends hours listening to White Noise)

-> Mans can never catch a break, so the likelihood of him actually sitting down and having a peaceful evening is definitely unlikely

Mammon

-> Rock

-> Occasionally Heavy Metal

-> Imagine he's out driving, probably pissed off with Lucifer, and he starts shouting out lyrics which don't even make sense but to Mammon, it's like a stress relief

-> You might also catch him listening to Twice, it's a hidden liking because everybody expects Mammon to be some scary demon, but in reality he knows like A LOT of K-Pop songs, that he randomly hums while counting his money

Levi

-> Anime openings

-> And K-Pop songs, like too much for one person to know

-> Karaoke is his prime time to shine, he's belting his heart out

-> But he does go into hiding for a good few months if he's caught singing along in his bedroom

Satan

-> Jazz, because he radiate the energy

-> Some nice slow Jazz in the background while reading his latest bought novel

-> It also helps him to release the tension and anger in his body

Asmo

-> Again, probably pop/k-pop/j-pop really, he lives for them all

-> Livestreams himself singing and dancing to Twice songs, dressed in flamboyant outfits

-> I think he doesn't really like rock or any depressing songs because they always disgust him, but maybe after a heartbreak he'd choose something melancholy

Beel

-> Definitely songs with a good beat to them

-> Not really a lyric person, he prefers sound with a rhythm so that he can workout to a steady beat

-> I'm going to say it's canon that he'll listen to a lullaby before going to bed, it helps him to sleep (bonus points if sheep!MC jumps over him so he can count sheep)

Belphie

-> Not really a music lover

-> Probably the occasional heavy metal song can be heard coming from the attic, this is when he starts belting out lyrics Satan has written about their hate for Lucifer

-> Prefers to sleep in silence, but he'll listen to lullabies whenever Beel puts them on

Diavolo

-> Taylor Swift

-> I'm not taking any criticisms here

-> This man is an avid Swiftie once he heard about her in the human world

-> Barb has to put up with his same shit every day, like I mean the same song on repeat, I feel bad for Barb

Barbatos

-> Honestly, I don't think this man listens to music

-> Like at all

-> He prefers silence

Simeon

-> Not so much songs, but harp playing

-> It's very angelic and beautiful to him, no lyrics interrupting the gentle playing

-> Gonna say its canon he purchased a harp to practise on, but he realised how difficult it was to play

Luke

-> K-Pop stan

-> He secretly enjoys whenever Asmo invites him to sing along to Twice & IZ*ONE

-> Although, he feels at ease to sit beside Simeon and listen to harps playing

-> He likes whatever Simeon likes, let's be honest

Solomon

-> Metal

-> I never really liked Solomon, but him with tattoos and listening to metal is one of the hottest things I could ever imagine

-> The occasional Twice song will pop into his head (blame Asmo for that)

Thirteen

-> Her favourite song is CPR (no, I will not be taking criticisms)

-> She prefers pop music to anything else, but she'll given all genres a chance

-> She also likes metal (hangs out with Mammon too much)

Mephisto

-> Lmfao, you think this dude likes music?

-> No no, he records Diavolo talking and he listens to that

-> Although, let's be honest, if Mephisto admires Diavolo that much, he will listen to whatever Diavolo listens to and then try to start up a conversation with him about the music

Raphael

-> He likes silence

-> Thinks that any genre of music is disgraceful

-> He will happily sit alone and enjoy the comfortable silence that surrounds him

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skywlker-sluvtt · 10 months

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ayo i hear you're doing a celebration, so imma hit you up with everything that comes to mind hehe 😈😈😈 dont mind me, i know i spam your inbox wayyyy more than i deserve both on anon and not tee hehe

you already know everything i send in is always for anakin my bae

take your time, enjoy yourself, dont stress out, dont burn out and remember to drink loads of water!!! love you lysss and CONGRATS ON 500!!!! you deserve it baeeee

C8 then D1 + F6! (add in smut dialougue prompt #45 if you feel like, i thought it might go well lol)

have fun with it babes ;)

~ your number 1 admirer

OMG GOT ME BLUSHIN IN SHIT 🤭💋 I drank plenty of water writing this dw. you literally created the best scenario with those prompts so I was going feral over it <3

500 followers celebration

anakin x afab!reader nsfw content below the cut (18+) word count: 834

prompts: C8. giving a failed striptease/lap dance + D1. rough sex + F6. against a wall + “just shut up and fuck me”

Anakin leaned his head back further glancing at your bedroom door once more. He’d been waiting for you in the living room since you strictly instructed him to wait for you here. Listening to the shuffling in your room he was resisting the urge to just walk straight in on you and whatever you were preparing for him. The lights of your apartment were slightly dimmed and Anakin looked around before you came out in a new sexy set of lingerie and a pair of stilettos. You grinned at him and Anakin’s eyes widened in surprise.

“You look…gorgeous” He said admiring your body, each and every single inch of it. He loved how see-through the set was exposing everything to him. He went to stand before you placed a hand on his chest. “Sit down, I want to give you a lap dance” You whispered. “A lap dance?” He chuckled. “Mhm,” You hummed turning around to move your ass into his view. Slowly sitting on his lap you teased him to the beat of the music. As much as Anakin enjoyed the view he couldn’t help but find the situation slightly funny. He let out a chuckle and you looked at him offended. “Whattt?” You whine. “Nothing darling” He laughed quietly placing his hands on your hips.

“I’m trying to be sexy and you’re ruining the mood” You rolled your eyes now standing in front of him with your hands on your hips disapprovingly. Anakin could barely keep his eyes on yours his eyes staring at your ample cleavage instead. “You don’t have to become a courtesan just to be sexy, this is sexy enough” He smirked standing up to dominate you as usual. “You can’t give up control for one second can you?” You teased as his hand ran down your shoulder. “Never, not when you look so good” He groaned and snapped the strap of your bra. Ducking his head to kiss you he backed you into the wall.

You fisted his long hair and pulled him closer. “I could fuck you right up against this wall, get you all full of my cum just how you like-” “Just shut up and fuck me!” You snapped tired of his dirty talk. If you didn’t get to do your sexy lap dance, he didn’t get to talk dirty to you. “Demanding little thing aren’t you?” He smirked pinning your arms over your head just how you liked it. Anakins mouth crashed into yours with lustful aggression, his tongue demanding dominance over yours. You melted into his touch as he picked you up letting you wrap your legs around his waist.

Squeezing hard around his hips he got the message pulling out his cock for you, resting his warmth against your clothed cunt. Glancing down you noticed the pre cum leaking from his tip. Anakin moved down to ravage your neck, probably leaving swollen bite marks along it. You moaned and shifted your panties to the side so you could feel his dick against your clit. A loud whine escaped your lips at the small amount of friction you felt and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, leaving perfect crescent moons on your thighs.

“Ani…” You moaned and he detached from your neck with a small pop. “You’re impatient y’know that?” He asked putting his lips back on yours with passion. “Fuck off, you ruined my lapdance, you owe me something” “Let me show you how sorry I am baby” He smirked slamming into you with ease. “Ah-” You clenched hard around him roughly grabbing the roots of his hair causing him to let out a similar moan to you.

Anakin roughly fucked into you, your brain feeling slightly fuzzy as his cock made you feel dumb. You yanked even harder on his soft curls and he groaned bucking harder into you. He pulled back from your lips panting desperately, both of your faces completely flushed and you rolled your hips into him with anticipation. “Harder” You groaned biting down on his shoulder to focus on your pleasure. Granting your request he slammed into you harder and you yelped at how fucking close you were.

Continuing to pound into you he grunted like an animal directly in your ear causing you to snap clenching your thighs you climaxed around his cock, the tightness of your pussy sent Anakin over the edge as he mumbled in your ear about how amazing you felt. Hot spurts of cum filled your insides. He finished you both with a few languid thrusts as your thighs trembled, your heels still on your feet Anakin tried to place you down before you were clutching his bicep. “Can’t walk” “Good, we’re just starting” He replied scooping you into his arms for round two.

#500 follower celebration #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut #anakin x you #anakin imagine #star wars smut

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writtenjewels · 4 months

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Biker Redux part 2

Part One

Jason wondered what his sponsor would think if he told her about last night. Probably warn him against reckless and dangerous behavior. She wouldn't be wrong: flicking off a biker gang was pretty stupid. He just couldn't seem to help himself. Those assholes were clearly trying to intimidate him.

At least one good thing came of the encounter. Jason smiled as he pictured Salim again. He wasn't entirely surprised when the biker followed him into the convenience store and started engaging with Jason. What Jason did find surprising was how casual and friendly Salim behaved. Jason had been expecting more intimidation or rough handling, not a pleasant conversation. More than pleasant: flirtatious.

Thinking of how Salim looked him over sent an excited shiver down Jason's spine. It was pretty damn flattering a guy like that would be interested in Jason; Jason certainly hadn't been able to stop checking out the biker. He went out on a limb by suggesting they meet up again. And Salim agreed.

Meeting up with a member of a biker gang, in that gang's territory, where Jason had already pissed off the gang's leader, hoping the attraction went both ways and something happened between them. “Reckless and dangerous” about summed it up.

The bus let him off about ten minutes before the agreed time. A few pedestrians were around and some cars passed by, but no sign of any motorcycles. It was still light out so Jason waited by the entrance. He took out his headphones and listened to some music. Maybe he could encourage Salim to listen, too.

One song later, a motorcycle came rumbling down the road. Jason's heart skipped a beat when he noticed it. It rolled to a stop right in front of him.

“Shouldn't you be wearin' a helmet?” Jason asked.

“I only have one,” Salim responded, “and I was saving it for you.”

“You think I want a ride?” Jason absolutely meant it as a double entendre. Salim didn't answer, his eyes slowly following the lines of Jason's body. Jason felt his face getting hot and his heart beat faster.

“I'll go slow,” Salim promised in a low tone. Holy shit. Salim held out a helmet and Jason found himself moving forward. He felt in a daze as he slid the helmet on and mounted the bike. “Hold tight,” Salim suggested.

Either Jason was insanely horny and needed to get his mind out of the gutter, or Salim was purposefully making every damn thing he said sound sexual.

Salim kicked his bike into gear and drove. Jason had never been on a motorcycle before so he could only guess on how fast it was supposed to feel. He felt the rush of air pushing against him as Salim maneuvered them down the street. He pressed himself closer to Salim, both to keep steady on the bike and just to feel the other man's body. He was broad and solid, and probably had some strong muscles due to driving the motorcycle.

They finally pulled to a stop. Salim got off first before helping Jason. Jason would have liked dismounting on his own, but he felt a little wobbly from the ride. The way Salim looked at him when Jason removed the helmet didn't hurt, either. Jason wet his lips and dropped his gaze to the other man's mouth.

“I know you wanted me to show you what was halal,” Salim spoke up, “but I thought you would like this better.” Jason blinked a few times to register the words. Then looked behind him to see Salim parked them in front of a music store. It made Jason feel stupidly giddy.

“I was hopin' to convince you to listen to music with me.”

“Let's go inside, then,” Salim suggested, taking Jason by the hand. The giddiness bubbled up and Jason knew he had to be grinning like an idiot.

With how clueless Salim appeared when it came to rock legends, he knew his way around the store. It was set up with headphones so customers could sample a few tracks before buying an album. Jason couldn't tell which of them was using this as an excuse to get closer to the other, but he didn't care either way. Salim held his hand the whole time, humming along to some of the tunes. Jason didn't even realize how much time had gone by until he checked his watch.

“Holy shit, we've been in here nearly two hours!”

“I'm sorry, am I keeping you from something?” Salim worried.

“No, just...” Jason's eyes dropped to where their fingers were linked together. He took a breath and lifted his gaze back up to Salim's face. “I'm havin' a good time. It's been a while since I felt like this.” More specifically, since he felt this way sober.

“Same here,” Salim agreed, thumb brushing across Jason's knuckles. His eyes lingered on Jason's mouth, and Jason desperately wished they weren't in public. “Still,” Salim added with a sigh, “it's getting late. I don't want you to miss your bus getting home.”

“Huh.” Jason released Salim's hand, reaching for the chains looped at the man's belt instead. He gave a little tug to bring them closer and fixed Salim with a challenging look. “Guess you've never been taught proper manners. Ain't you even gonna see me to my front door?”

“That,” Salim responded, “might ruin my reputation.” Jason deflated, heart sinking. His hands fell away from the chains. Before he could step back, though, Salim was leaning toward him. “But I am willing to take that risk.”

Jason was willing, too. More than willing. He'd take this ride as far as it would go.

#house of ashes #jason kolchek #salim othman #jason/salim #jalim #jason x salim #jason kolchek x salim othman

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Present day, and you have access to an endless supply of music. What music would the reader share with our beloved RE8 characters and what activities would accompany those genres/songs? Don't be afraid to introduce them to something new...

This took me a little bit to figure out, but I think I've gotten it.

Alcina:

As a singer and a fan from the jazz era, she had many vinyl records in her study.

Some nights you'd find her there, sitting back with a nice bottle of wine simply listening to her favorites.

She'd also occasionally sing along to them, her beautiful voice crooning the night away.

Once she asked if you ever had a song that made you think of her. You playfully teased that it was Maneater by Nelly Furtado.

Of course you had to play it for her, she fondly rolled her eyes and smiled. "How original draga mea."

After the song ended a couple of more played before she recognized the tune that was floating out of the speaker.

The woman began singing and Alcina listened to every word that was sung, eyes filling with tears as she realized what exactly it was.

You hummed this song to her when she was upset or extremely stressed to calm her down. To know that you been declaring your love for her this way made her heart ache sweetly.

As the notes ended she wiped at a tear that had escaped. "Draga? What is this song called?"

"It's called Can't Help Falling in Love With You by Hailey Reinhardt." You answer, "Do you like it?"

"I love it." She answers, "To know this is the song you hum to me in my darkest moments....I love you."

"I love you too." You say coming over and kissing her. "Here I have another song that makes me think of you. It's called Dream a Little Dream of Me by Kina Grannis."

And as she listened she melted all over again and kissed you lovingly, holding you in her arms.

Donna:

She enjoyed listening to the soft music that played from the old radio in the living room.

Sometimes you'd get up and ask her to dance with you while a song played.

It never failed to make her blush.

Sometimes you would sing soft songs to her, one of your favorites being Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade.

She adored how you'd sing to her and sometimes to the dolls.

One day she asked, "Cara mea? You know how sometimes songs can make you think of someone?"

"Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"

She shyly looked at you, "Because I was wondering if there was a song that made you think of me."

"Of course I do." You answered, coming over to cup her cheek. "Would you like for me to play it for you? Maybe sing along with it?"

"I would love that." She smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your palm.

You sat up the little speaker and player, pushing buttons to get to the song. An upbeat song started playing and you began to sing along with it.

It was sweet to hear you sing those words, to know that this made you think of her.

She found it was a very cute song and with a tender smile she asked you to play it again.

Of course you could never deny her and made it start again, this time pulling her to dance with you as you sang along.

"What is the name of this song my love?"

"I'm Yours by Jason Mraz."

"I love it and you." She said pressing a kiss to your lips.

"I love you too."

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela:

When you brought in this little box that fit in your hand and speaker they were instantly very curious.

You showed them by touching the screen you could make music play. They were in awe and quickly demanded you play something for them.

Knowing that they liked creepy things you played Lullaby of Woe by Ashley Serena first.

They loved it, Cassandra claimed they could probably scare the men downstairs with it.

Then they demanded more songs, so you played a selection of songs from Evanescence. They're favorite being Lithium.

After that you surfed through different music genres, them finding some that were pleasing and some that were not.

Daniela asked if there was something maybe up beat that they could listen to and so you played Cheap Thrills by Sia for them.

It was a huge hit, so much so that they asked for you to play it over and over again.

"Girls! Turn that song off!" Alcina called out when she had enough. You quickly shut the song off before ducking your head.

"Sorry mother." The girls said before asking if they could take the box and speaker to the basement. You nodded and let them go before facing their mother.

"Sorry my Lady."

"It's okay draga, it's not your fault. You were just trying to show them something new." She said before making a face. "Of course they're playing it again."

"Do you want me to go tell them not to?"

"No, if you'll stay and have a chat with me I think I can tune it out." Alcina said with a small smile. "Think you can?"

"Of course my Lady." You say with a smile.

Heisenberg:

He didn't really listen to much music, the songs on the radio not his type.

That and it was so loud in his factory that over half the time it was hard to hear the music.

So when you walked in with a phone and speaker one day he was skeptical.

"Just give me some time. We'll find you something you like." You assure him.

You searched through different genres, before finding a AC/DC station that he seemed to enjoy.

It took a few days but he decided that Highway to Hell was his favorite.

He took to more music like them, a classic rock sort of fan.

Then you introduced him to what some people call mash-ups.

"That just sounds stupid." He said as you were explaining what a mash-up was.

"You thought the phone was stupid in the first place and yet here you are with a favorite song already." You counter looking at him with a smirk.

"Play the damn song then." He said tossing a spare bolt at you.

You smiled and put it on, watching as he tapped his foot to the beat. When it was over you smiled at him. "Well?"

"It's not bad, kind of like it." He looked over at you. "What's it called?"

"Sweet Dreams+White Stripes by Pomplamoose."

"Play another one, would you?"

"Sure thing."

Mother Miranda:

She didn't usually listen to music while working down in her lab. She preferred the silence as it helped her think.

Though when in the house she found herself listening to all sorts of music.

You had brought a phone and speaker one day, shuffling through music trying to find songs that she liked.

She found some that she liked, but encouraged you to keep shuffling through. Her reason? She found that when a song came on that you liked you dance just a little with it while doing chores or whatever else.

You played a couple of songs that you said reminded you of her. The first god is a woman by Ariana Grande, which made her roll her eyes and faintly smirk. The second called Deity by Valree, the sexual theme of the song staying with her for days and thought of during your intimate moments.

There was one day she came up from the lab, to find you cooking supper. The music playing low as you hummed along with it.

"Hello lovebird." She greeted, coming and resting her hands on your waist as she kissed your cheek.

"Hello Mira." You greet, smiling at her. "Supper is almost done."

"It smells wonderful." She said helping set the table for the both of you. It didn't take long to plate and enjoy the food, she noticed you had a glint in your eye but chose to wait and see what you had in store for her.

After supper you took her to the living room, setting up the speaker. "I found a song for you." You start, "I think you'll like it." Offering your hand out as the song started playing.

Miranda rose and let you lead her in a slow dance, your voice soft as you sang along.

She could feel tears threatening to spring from her eyes as she listened. She rested her head against your shoulder, tucking her face into the crook of your neck.

You sung it all the way through before pulling back enough to press a kiss to her cheek.

"Oh my love." She said softly, lifting to kiss you in return. "I do love it. Sing it again for me?"

"Of course." You answer, pulling her to lean against you as you swayed and sang Like I'm Gonna Lose You by Megan Trainor feat John Legend.

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hemmohaze · 16 days

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Valentine’s Day Plans

Word Count: 1,000+

Warnings: Strong Language

AN: Okay what if i said this is my favorite fic I’ve ever written. Maybe it’s because Cal is my cheat lane as well. Happy reading and hope you all enjoy<3

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February 13th 2019

Daniella Walker. The name that is mainstream as she was making her way into the music scene as what the internet calls their "pop princess."

Daniella first had internet fame how everyone does in the early 2010's, by posting on Youtube. From the age of 16 she started posting covers of her singing different popular songs at the time ranging from Halsey to Ariana Grande. First viral video being her cover of Honeymoon Avenue from the album Yours Truly.

Her life changed at 19 when one of her self produced songs called Speechless dropped and became an overnight sensation. Flying from her home country of London, England to countless radio interviews to her first American Music Awards as an attendee and performer at.

That’s when she met some of her longtime friends in the music industry, 5 Seconds of Summer. She met them because she accidentally bumped into a red haired Micheal as she was coming off stage and they were about to take the stage. The two gushing over much they enjoyed each other’s music.

She was a huge Amnesia fan.

Over the years they continued to keep contact with one another. She was featured on their 3rd album Youngblood on their song Want You Back as backing vocals.

Daniella had also become a regular feature in 5SOS content. As well as being posted on their respective girlfriend’s Instagram’s pretty frequently.

For a little while she was considered a groupie when she went to Bali with them in 2016. Until stan twitter quickly defended her from the trolls on the internet claiming how do they not know her.

She was now 24 standing in line at her favorite local coffee and bagel spot in downtown Los Angeles. The line continued move at a slow pace as she hummed along to the beat in her airpods she been sent the night previous. She was absolutely in love with it. She had a studio session set with Max Martin that she definitely couldn't be late for.

He's worked with artists like Taylor Swift, Kelly Clarkson, Ariana Grande, and Britney Spears.

It's been a dream of hers to work with him and only her 3rd album that is saying she's gotta be doing something right.

She finally approached Alexis, one of the cashiers she had blossomed a friendship from after being a regular here for 4 months.

"Everything bagel with a side of strawberry cream cheese and Iced Americano double shot with light ice and vanilla creamer!" She shouted to the back. "Hey Daniella."

A smile was plastered on her face. "Hey Lexi. You'll never believe what I've got planned today." She started as she dug in her purse for her card to hand over for her to swipe.

"Please you're literally a pop star. If you told me you were going to meet up with Kim Kardashian I would probably believe you." She stated in her strong jersey accent as she handed the card back.

"No I wish, but on my bucket list though, maybe I could get a discount on my Skims bodysuits I like. Anyways besides the point here, somehow managed to get a studio session with Max Martin! And cherry on top, the guys are showing up with Ryan fucking Tedder.” She said excitedly as she moved off to the side of the line so other people could move.

"See this is what I mean. It's Thursday at nine in the morning and you're going to work with your hot Australian friends and I'm here covered in flour all day while dealing with the bitches in the back and isn't Max Martin that Swedish dude who's written and produced for basically every A list singer." She leaned against the register.

"Yeah it's so exciting is it not. And Alexis you're so talented at making bagels. Hone in on that." She joked making the curly haired blonde roll her eyes in fake annoyance.

“Your accent makes this sound all posh Dani.”

“Oh whatever.”

"Your beautiful everything bagel and iced coffee m'lady." Alexis turned around to the kitchen workers as she handed her two paper bags one full of her favorite little snacks and the other with her bagel.

"Lexi, you didn't have to do th-." She started.

"Oh please shut up yes I did. You're gonna be late with the hot guys.”

“Text me when you can, I'd love to hear all about it." She smiled.

"Will do."

As she was on the highway on the way to the studio her mind was clouded with thoughts some negative some positive, but mostly negative.

Before she knew it she was finding a parking spot and walking into Capitol Records.

Showing security her badge, she looked down at her Apple Watch and cursed, realizing she was going to be late if she didn’t climb the stairs in under 2 minutes. Thank god for her zumba classes she’s been taking.

Once she figured out what studio she was gonna be in for the next 6 hours, she spotted his long hair and glasses talking to Ryan and the four men sat in the couch in the corner. All of them laughing at something on Luke's phone. She knocked bringing their attention to her standing at the door slightly out of breath.

"Daniella! Pleasure to finally meet you." Max said getting up from the comfy chair to give her hug.

"So nice to meet you too. I'm so incredibly excited and I also see you've invited some of my good friends." She stated nudging Ryan's elbow.

"He had a lot of positive things to say about you." He said sitting back down.

"Daniella you probably know them," Ryan gestured to the men sitting on the couch.

"Know them. These guys are basically a second family to me." She joked.

"I hope you don't mind that I decided to bring them along here to hopefully do some live instrumentals for ya." He told her looking at her with a smile.

"Oh my goodness not at all! It actually sounds so cool. I’ve missed these guys." She smiled widely.

Micheal stood up and gave her a brotherly hug. “Have you gotten shorter?” He joked making Daniella give him the bird.

“Haven’t you gotten weirder.”

“Touché.”

Ashton was next, giving her another squeeze and pat on the head.

Then Luke who did their handshake they made up in Bali together, that neither of them forgot even after 4 years.

Finally it was Calum who smiled at her first and then suddenly picked up her up and spun her around in a circle, earning a loud laugh from Daniella and his signature smile that she still got butterflies from.

Even after her 6 years of knowing him, he still makes her blush like a school girl.

“Alright everyone let’s get to work to hear this beautiful voice of hers.” Max stated turning around and facing the recording booth as Daniella walked in and put on her headphones.

Two hours passed as Daniella stood in the recording booth, recording the second verse. She was mumbling the possible verse in the microphone. The song had a Lorde lyricism with Ariana Grande singing vibe.

She and Max had titled the song Selfish. Max and Ryan giving her corrections if needed. Other than the couple comments or corrections from the group she had total artistic freedom and she loved that.

“Could we leave that first half blank of that chorus and I’ll stack some more vocal layers on that run.” Daniella suggested over the noise of the metronome. “Thank you.”

“Yup sounds amazing.”

While Ryan was stacking her vocals, she leaned next to Ashton's drum kit and told him what pace she needed for the chorus.

Calum was fiddling with his bass strings trying to tune them when Daniella walked over. “So what’s your big opinion on it??”

“I think it sounds bloody brilliant.” He said in a Scottish accent.

“Don’t make fun of the Scottish people.”

“You always seem to forget I’m half Scottish and you’re literally British.” He laughed as she hit his tattooed arm slightly.

Max leaned into Micheal's headset, "Okay Mike start from when Daniella comes in at "I used to be cautious about this and stop when the beat drops back down to the acoustic version that we have prepared.”

3 more hours passed as their session ended and Daniella so proud of the song they had made and gotten mastered.

"Alright, could we schedule another one for Friday morning? We’ve got selfish crossed off the list. We could get started on Messier Things as well." Max asked her looking at his calendar.

She nodded with a thumbs up. "That should work with me."

"It was so good to finally see you guys today. What’s new in the wonderful world of 5SOS land." She asked the boys as they were walking to a lunch spot on the less crowded side of LA so the likelihood of them all being noticed and ambushed by paparazzi was a zero percent chance.

“Going on a promo tour for Easier. Thats literally all. New York, LA, Atlanta, and some overseas.” Ashton said laughing.

"Well whatt are you guys doing for the day of love that happens to be tomorrow." She asked wiggling her fingers together.

"Spending time with Sierra." Luke quickly answered with a smile. He loves that woman more than air it seems. But it’s good to see him so happy.

"Crystal wants to go see some new movie." Micheal stated with a raised eyebrows. He probably had no clue but he was with Crystal and thats all he cared about.

“Oo lemme know if you need a dog sitter. I’ll bring Pepper. Y’know she loves Moose and Southy.”

"Probably just a dinner with KayKay." Ashton’s bright smile came up whenever he talked about KayKay.

"Absolutely nothing." Calum said quickly with a slight eye roll. She knew how he felt about Valentine's Day. He hated that day with every fiber in his being.

"We could spend it together Cal, I'm not doing anything either. It can be like old times!" Reminiscing on when they would go their favorite Ramen restaurant in the city and rewatch Criminal Minds at his house whenever they were both free.

As much as only everyone around them knows, they've had a flirty relationship ever since they've met. But what they don’t know is they claim they’re just friends who have occasionally kissed each other, slept in the same bed, and she's worn his clothes more than once but just friends.

But due to them being too awkward to act upon their obvious feelings, they have no official label on whatever they are.

"Ramen on Melrose it is." He laughed making Daniella laugh along with him.

#5sos #luke hemmings #micheal clifford #calum hood #calum hood smut #calum and daniella #cause im a singer #ashton irwin #5sos fanfic #micheal 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos

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chvoswxtch · 8 months

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speak now — any headcanons about Matt and music?

i’ve been thinking about this since you first submitted it & doing some research (rewatching DD clips) so let's explore together nonnie

headcannon below the cut

timeless (matt's version)

so we know that matt likes vinyl records, which is one of the very few clues we get about what devil boy does for fun besides argue and bleed, which I think might be a preference passed down from his dad (jack might've been a collector and passed some down to matt as a kid), but I think it also has to do with the listening experience

I myself collect records, and have for several years, and listening to a vinyl vs listening to music on the radio or your phone is a different experience. sometimes the music can get a little distorted when listening on a phone, or there's interference from the radio, but vinyls usually produce a very crisp and clean sound which might work better for matt's sensitive hearing

I personally think he has a pair of noise cancelling headphones that he plugs into his record player sometimes when he wants to be able to listen to the music without any distractions picked up with his other senses (the buzz of electricity in his building, traffic, conversations of his neighbors, etc.)

I also feel like his taste in music changes depending on what he's doing

for example, if he's working on a court case, I feel like he would pick something like classical music or something instrumental so that there's background noise to soothe his already overstimulated mind, but no lyrics or anything to disrupt his train of thought/focus. think music you would hear playing quietly in a local coffee shop

however when he goes to fogwells, I think he definitely chooses music that will keep him amped up, probably some kind of high energy rock or hip hop with heavy bass and beats he might use to time his jabs at the punching bag

as for what his favorite kind of music in, honestly I think it varies

I could see him in the kitchen cooking with a glass of wine, playing something like frank sinatra, etta james, the temptations, sam cooke, etc. something soulful and a little jazzy that makes him feel relaxed, but also move around his kitchen with a pep in his step

something tells me jack was a classic rock guy, that's just the feeling I get from him. I think this is what matt listens to when he wants to feel close to his dad, or maybe like on sundays when he's cleaning and unwinding, trying to get ready for the week. maybe like the eagles, fleetwood mac, pink floyd, journey, led zeppelin, etc.

I think all of the newer music he listens to is definitely influenced primarily by foggy and karen

foggy nelson is a huge 80s guy. he knows EVERY hit from the 80s and will proudly sing them drunkenly at karaoke. given that he and matt lived together, and shared a broom closet at landman and zack together, and are essentially in a civil union for all intents and purposes, Matt knows a lot of 80s hits bc of foggy.

karen on the other hand is a 90s/early 2000s girly. she's definitely the reason matt suddenly realizes one day he knows all the lyrics to "baby one more time" by britney spears and was quietly humming along in his office while foggy was belting it in his. i'd like to think she plays "wannabe" by the spice girls at least once a week in their office and one night after a few drinks taught both of them the dance which she can only get them to perform after several rounds at josie's

I also think frank is a classic rock kinda guy (we know he likes bruce springsteen) and I have this adorable picture in my head of frank coming over to borrow vinyls from matt, and even adding a few of his own to matt's collection

all the grunge in his collection came from jess and no one can convince me otherwise (here's the angsty music I like to brood to, enjoy- jess)

given the fact that matt speaks spanish, i'd like to think that he enjoys reggaeton and maybe even tejano music (I like to think he's a selena fan, but that could be me projecting)

he's a swiftie. foggy and karen are swifties and successfully convereted matt into a swiftie, whether he likes to admit it or not. i said what i said (frank is next to be converted)

now i'm very curious to know what kinda music y'all think matty likes??

#court’s 3k followers celebration #court's 3k friends celebration #the eras tour (court's version #court answers #matt murdock #matt murdock request #matt murdock headcannon #daredevil #daredevil request #daredevil headcannon

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lee know + sorry, I love you

He'd always loved dance more than anything else, and this is no exception.

Fluid and sharp, shifting with every change in the tempo, drumbeats like puppet strings tugging at limbs. Her body creates lines that imprint themselves on his vision like too-bright lights, silhouettes of her dancing behind his eyelids even when he closes them. Her music permeates their practise room even after she leaves; at the end of every chorus, he expects her to laugh, or to say something snappy, like she'd recorded herself over the track when they'd danced, the music and their movement equalising each other.

"You've been practising without me," Han complains over the absence of her voice, and Minho blinks back into reality.

Boys, sweating under the hum of the airconditioner, and the same movements he's been drilling into his limbs for weeks and weeks. He's supposed to be watching the others, but on the ninth runthrough of the day, he'd wandered off for a moment. It happens.

"No I haven't," he lies between breaths, squinting at himself in the mirror. Had he messed up that last move? He can't remember - he'd just been moving with the music, doing whatever they'd been doing last night. "I'm just better than you."

"And I bet that jacket on the couch is yours too," Han scoffs. In the mirror, Minho finds the end of the couch - and yes, there is her jacket, soft pink and edged in black. He'd told her the middle of summer was too hot for a jacket, even in the middle of the night, and he'd been so correct that she hadn't picked it up when she left, too busy laughing at him imitating her stumbling over the chorus of the song that's repeating in the background now.

He considers lying again - not because he has anything to hide, but just to see how far he could string Han along - but the novelty has passed on, along with his breath and the little energy he'd dredged up sleeping the first five hours of the morning. "I'd rather go deaf than listen to her evaluation track again, and the dance break needed work anyway."

"Did it?" Han questions, his arm falling heavy around Minho's shoulder. His heart is beating like a jackrabbit's, oppressive heat rolling off of his skin. Minho's pretty sure he's going to get a rash if they stay pressed together like this for too long. "Or did you just want to give her shit about it?"

Minho shrugs, his face a poster of indifference. He's sure it's amusing. "Is it my fault if she can't hit the beats right?"

"Probably," Han tells him. Minho snorts and steers him towards the long couch at the back of the room, aiming for the coveted spot beneath the air conditioner.

"Did you tell her how you feel yet?" Han asks as he deposits both of them on the seat, his arm still tight around his shoulders.

Minho pauses, his stomach twisting around itself from more than the heat. Complicated; that's how that question makes him feel. Exhausted, because there's no right way to turn and no clear answer to give.

"I told you I'm not going to do that," he answers, in a voice that's lowered so that the other boys won't hear. Not keeping secrets, per say, but just...keeping it quiet. He didn't need Seungmin riling him up about it at every opportunity, nor did he want to sit the boy down and tell him that this was really serious to him; life wouldn't be right without Seungmin buzzing around the edge of his consciousness like a gnat. Didn't need Chan worrying himself to death about how to handle it either, when Minho could handle it just fine on his own.

"And I told you that that's really dumb," Han answers, not for the first time.

"I like just being friends," Minho insists.

"Liar," Han insists more.

And he's right; with every day that passes, and every night they spend holed up in this studio, he hates being friends a little bit more. But there are words, as an idol, that are dangerous to say, actions that, once taken, he cannot take back - and even if he didn't wear a name and a face known to millions of people, saying hey, i love you to his strictly a friend could destroy everything he has.

He doesn't want to imagine the world when she runs away. He doesn't dare to imagine it if she stays. In the light of it all, this eternal limbo seems like the better option, even if it eats away at him a little bit inside.

#stray kids #lee know #skz lee know #skz han #han jisung #lee know x reader #sort of i guess #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #roo writes

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ubeerosophy · 5 months

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Old Song I Know

I consider the music playing in my car to be a critical part of the experience for my passengers when I’m driving for Uber/Lyft.

I’ve had thousands of people in my back seat, and trying to ensure that whatever song is playing when they get in my car appeals to them is no easy feat. Whether they are with me for 3 minutes or 2 and a half hours, I want that time to be as enjoyable as possible. Often a passenger is heading somewhere undesirable, like work, and other times they may just be having a bad day. If possible, I want to help them escape for a few moments.

The first couple of weeks I did Uber/Lyft, I didn’t have anything playing in my car. I was still navigating the whole process and I wasn’t sure what was normal or comfortable. In hindsight, the silence was probably pretty awkward for those early passengers. At some point, I began putting on a local radio station that played the most current and popular music. That was okay, but then I found that after a couple of years I was still listening to the same songs 9 or 10 times in a single day. More often than not, songs I hated. I decided there had to be a compromise to where I wasn’t spending my entire workday trapped in a car listening to what I considered to be insufferable music. I made a playlist of just the popular songs I didn’t hate and began using that. It worked for a while, but then I grew tired of it as well. Eventually, knowing that on some level 80’s music appeals to most people, I threw together a playlist of instantly recognizable and upbeat songs like “Take On Me” and “Beat It.” It proved to be a pretty successful move, and passengers would regularly hum or sing along to artists like Prince or Don Henley, while in-between rides I would serenade the empty space with The Outfield or Depeche Mode.

About a year ago, I started producing a 90’s themed podcast and YouTube channel. (the90sweekbyweek.com, thanks for asking!) While deep diving into the music of that era, which is far more representative of my formative years than the 80’s, I decided to switch to a 90’s Uber/Lyft playlist. As I watch people my age reminisce over a song or a moment they associate it with, I’m offered a sense of shared nostalgia. For instance, I had a passenger the other day talk about a tour they recently attended that included the band New Edition. While New Edition itself is more closely associated with the 80’s, they spawned several acts that are considered quintessential 90’s. In this case, the song “Poison” by Bel Biv Devoe had come on while they were in my car. “Poison,” by far, elicits some of the most positive reactions from my passengers. Rightfully so. I’ve heard it a thousand times in the past year and still haven’t gotten tired of it.

Selecting songs from the 90’s to put into a playlist for an extremely diverse group of random people is a lot harder than it may seem. Especially when you’re trying to find music that you yourself don’t hate or will get burned out on quickly. Obviously, if you’re trying to bring someone’s mood up or give them a positive experience, you can’t just go with what were considered the most popular songs of the 90’s. Many of them have inappropriate lyrics or intense musical arrangements, and others tend to be too mellow or melancholy. In addition, what I consider to be the best songs of the 90’s may not be the best choices for an Uber/Lyft ride. I long considered Pearl Jam’s song “Black” to be my favorite of any era. After years of playing it over and over, I’m not as high on it as I once was, but still consider it a vital part of any 90’s playlist I’m making for myself. Honestly, every song off the “Ten” album could go on a 90’s playlist and I’d consider it acceptable. Not a single song on that album, however, has made it on my Uber/Lyft 90’s playlist. I just don’t see them helping anyone’s mood for the amount of time I’m taking them wherever they are going. On the other hand, “Jump” by Kriss Kross or “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey have a pretty high success rate.

Sometimes, after I’ve listened to a song for the hundredth time, I start to question my decision to include it in the first place. And I’m not going to lie, “Ice Ice Baby” is still in rotation, but every time it comes on, I get a little embarrassed. God forbid that anyone who doesn’t know that I compiled a list of popular 90’s songs think that I just chose to listen to Vanilla Ice on my own accord. I’m not judging anyone that chooses to express their inner Rob Van Winkle on a regular basis, he’s just not real indicative of anything I choose to associate with. Another example of a song on my current 90’s Uber/Lyft playlist that I second guess is “So What’Cha Want” by the Beastie Boys. It’s one of my favorites on there, but with such a heavy beat and staticky vocals, I wonder if the appeal is broad enough for the myriad of people entering my car. Conversely, while it’s also currently in rotation, I fear that “Plush” by Stone Temple Pilots has a tempo that is too slow to bring or keep people’s spirits up.

It's difficult to separate your affinity for certain songs and the memories you attach to them from the unknown experiences of others. Especially complete strangers. I’m constantly questioning and refining my 90’s playlist. Imagine you are getting in an Uber or Lyft, and the driver is playing 90’s music. If you are looking to be in a festive or positive mood, what songs would you want to hear? What songs would it be hard not to smile at or begin humming along to? Feel free to leave your thoughts and suggestions in the comments and thanks in advance!

And now…a haiku:

though the songs differ

everyone has a soundtrack

if you will listen

“Where words fail, music speaks.” ~ Hans Christian Andersen

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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DAME UN BESO ♡

a/n: so i'm officially back from my hiatus and this idea has been bouncing around in my head for months. i couldn't let go of it and finally i managed to churn it out in one night. this is purely a self indulgent fic. it's not beta read or edited fully but oh well. let me know what you think if you liked it!

reblogs and comments are absolutely appreciated!

summary: when jake lockley makes you a promise, he rarely breaks it. even if said promise is to go dancing with you.

word count: 1.9k+

pairing: jake lockley x latina!reader

warnings: semi-explicit so MINORS YOU STILL SHOULDN'T BE HERE, cussing, inappropriate dancing, kissing, hints of a choking kink, mentions of sex, basically they're horny af.

The muggy weather outside didn’t help the closeness of everyone’s bodies as they danced together on the floor and you were no exception. Your light sundress now clung to your body—sweat making your skin slightly cold with every soft breeze of air that managed to come your way. The music blared, echoing in the night air, nearly matching the beat of your heart. Three hours ago you managed to convince him to come out with you—tempting him with the promise of an even longer night than this.

A night you weren’t opposed to.

You shifted forward, feeling his hand slide up higher up your rib cage, his hips pressed flush against yours. An hour ago you were drinking together at the bar. Laughing about the week you both had; talking about anything and everything as you always did. He was a man of few words, but watched you as you animatedly told him what happened at work with a small grin on his lips. If there’s a sight he would always admit as his favorite—it would be you.

“Where are you going?” he breathed against your ear, his arm caging your back against his chest. The rough nature of his voice caused your heart to flutter rapidly in your chest.

He could probably feel it with how close you were.

Tilting your head back until your lips brushed against his jaw, his hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you. “‘M not going anywhere.”

The bar was outdoors, a terrace filled with vines and flowers covered the view of the sky from you. But you couldn’t give a shit. The view you were enamored with was right there in front of you. He was breathing heavily, his face flushed from the excess heat and you nearly begged him to take you home right there. Except this was the most fun you’d both had in a long time. He never mentioned them—kept you away from that side of his life—but you knew Marc and Steven and their activities were stressing him out just as much as it did them.

He deserved one night out.

A soft glow from the low lights of the bar shined across his face, illuminating the brown eyes you loved so much. They were dark, cloudy with lust as he took in the sight of you panting and sweaty—your dress askew from his wandering hands. You knew what he was relating the sight to, and what he was fully intent on doing next. That thought alone had your breathing shift, the heat now mixing with the pure need flooding your body.

The song changed, a slower paced tune that you recognized within seconds.

You hummed, pressing closer to him and feeling the bulge in his pants. “Got one more in you?”

He didn’t respond—didn’t feel the need to. His hand splayed along your ribs, the other rucking up the skirt of your already short dress, pressing his warm palm to your bare hip. A sharply sucked in breath was audible by your ear once he realized that you had shown up to the bar wearing nothing underneath. You half expected him to drag you out of here the second he found out, but he simply pressed his lips next to your ear. His hips grinding into yours as he led you through the steps.

“Amor,” he crooned in your ear, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

“Mmmm?”

His teeth scraped along the shell of your ear. “You did this on purpose.”

He didn’t need to see your face to know you were smiling. It had been hell to be without him for so long; to go to sleep without him wrapped around you, and in an act of pure adrenaline, you’d stripped your underwear off in the car before getting here. He’d find them later—that you were sure of. Knowing Jake he wouldn’t make it to your apartment before he was inside of you.

You laughed, pushing your ass against him and relishing in the way his hand slid up to your throat. Thankfully people were too lost in their own alcohol filled haze as they danced around you to notice the compromising position he put you in.

“Mala,” he muttered.

Before you could throw a retort his way, he turned you, his lips silencing your words. His hand gripped the nape of your neck, fingers digging into your skin as he licked sensually into your mouth. To say that Jake Lockley kissed you sweetly would have been a straight out lie. He kissed you like he fucked you. Filthy from the very start. You moaned, digging your hands harshly into his hair and biting sharply on his lip to rile him even more. The alcohol was slowly fading from your veins as a raw lust took over.

“Me vuelves loca,” you whined, shuddering when his teeth nipped at your throat hard enough to spark pain in your hazy mind.

He laughed, his hips still moving with yours as the song began its descent to the end. “Good,” he said.

And here you thought you had the upper hand by showing up going commando. With one word, he turned your insides, causing your legs to tremble as he made sure to fulfill your wish and finish dancing with you until the song officially ended. He knew you no longer wanted to dance; could see the heady look in your eyes as you practically bargained with him to take you home already. Only if there’s one thing he was to you—it was a man of his word. He agreed to dance with you, so he’d dance until you were on the verge of snapping.

“Jake,” you whined, licking along his throat and dropping your other hand to his hard cock. “Take me home mi amor.”

He gripped your hair, angling your head back and flashing you a smile when your eyes fluttered. “The song’s not done yet.”

“But—”

“Be good cariño.”

He should have known that you were a rebel the second he met you. Within seconds, your eyes narrowed, your lips that shined from a mixture of his spit and your saliva now forming a smirk. He knew that look—had seen it many times since he’d met you, and he also knew…you were ready to put up a fight.

“Or what?” you breathed, your hand that still cupped him squeezed lightly. He groaned, his forehead falling against yours as you toyed with him just as much as he toyed with you.

“Don’t—”

“C’mon Jake,” you said, your tone practically dropping him to his knees. “Don’t you want to fuck me baby?”

Before he could respond, the song ended and you felt your heart jump in your chest. The smirk was wiped off your face as he all but crashed his lips onto your, kissing you so deep that your toes curled in your heels. A moan tore from your chest, your arms wrapped around his neck, but he pulled away from you before you could even lick into his mouth. He had fulfilled his promise, giving you one final dance as you tempted him to no end.

Gripping your hand, he made sure you were steady on your feet before he was leading you towards your car. Thankfully he’d taken a cab, knowing how the night would end before he even arrived.

You nearly tripped over your own feet from how fast he was going. But that barely even deterred him. With a swift motion, he had you pressed to his side, his arm around your waist to keep you from falling. That one act shoved your feelings for him to the very forefront of his mind. While you never truly labeled what you had together, you knew it was more than just sex, more than just two people having fun together. It was little things like this that reminded you how much you cared for him and possibly…how much he cared for you.

“Where are your keys I’m driving,” he said.

“I put them in your pocket,” you replied, pointing to his pants. You’d slipped them in there with your phone to avoid bringing your purse in with you.

He unlocked the car, getting into the driver's side quickly, urging you to hurry up. It was either you get in, or he was moving to the backseat to fuck you first. You could tell he was on edge, his pupils blown wide with lust and you knew you didn’t fare any better. Managing to fix the skirt of your dress, you did your best to ignore how wet you were between your thighs, and slid into the passenger seat. Only to see him clutching something in his hand.

The red lace caught your eye before you were averting your gaze, heat spreading up your neck and to your cheeks.

“You took them off in here?” he asked, his voice so low you nearly had to lean in to hear him properly.

“Yes,” you replied, shamelessly. You knew he’d find them after having tossed them to the center of your car the second you parked.

If the way he was clenching his fist around them—his nose flaring and chest heaving—told you anything it was that…you weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. Smiling at him, you watched the last strands of his composure, the control he prided himself on, snap. His eyes flashed dangerously and your smile grew even wider as he turned towards the wheel, starting the car. Your underwear was still clutched in his hand and like the absolute fucking tease you were, you shifted until the skirt of your dress was barely covering your cunt.

“I would drive quickly if I were you,” you said, catching the way his jaw clenched, eyes widening at the sight of your legs spread on the seat.

He merely muttered in Spanish, the words too low for you to hear, but you caught the tail end of it and laughed as he said you were going to kill him one day. The feelings from earlier still pressed against your heart, reminding you what this was, and you welcomed them in this time. No longer afraid of opening your heart to him. Sure, tonight wouldn’t be the night you’d confess how you felt—neither would he—but as long as you knew, then it was all worth it in the end.

“Dame un beso,” you said softly, eyes lingering on his profile.

Turning he gripped your chin, pressing his lips to yours. This was different. This one was slow, gentle enough to have your heart race in your chest and not because of lust. It was startling to kiss him this way, but the lingering emotions kept you locked in his hold. You didn’t want to part from him anyways. Cupping his cheek, you licked at his bottom lip, sighing when he opened his mouth to you—the taste of the bourbon he drank still prominent on his tongue.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, pulling away from you, feeling unusually lightheaded.

He shifted, feeling the tightness in his pants grow even worse as your eyes opened—practically glimmering in the faint light of the bar outside. He wanted to kiss you again, wanted to ruin you until all you could focus on was him. Knowing you, he figured you wanted exactly the same thing. That set him off even more than before.

Another laugh from you echoed in the car as he practically floored it down the street, the squealing of the tires proving how urgent he was to have you.

If only you knew the same feelings you harbored like a closely kept secret to your heart, were mirrored in his own heart as well.

But that was for another night.

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landosgirl97 · 2 years

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Drunk Girl - Drew Starkey

A/N: Based on the song Drunk Girl by Chris Jansen. Please enjoy some sweet Drew fluff!

^ Do I know this gif is overused? Yes. Do I care? No, because this is the Drew I picture for this fic.

Drew was unfortunately to DD for the night so he sat in the booth drinking his water and people watching as his friends drank and danced on the dance floor. He let his eyes wander through the crowd, his eyes darting toward the door when it opened. He watched as you walked in, a little wobbly and a big grin on your face as you made your way to the bar. He saw all of the colorful bracelets on your wrist, signifying that you had been in and out of different bars all night. He would’ve thought with that amount, you were a bachelorette and people were buying your drinks. But with a quick survey, he knew that wasn’t the case. You were only with one friend, there was no ring on your finger, and you didn’t have a sash or some cheesy outfit on like most people would at a bachelorette party. With the way your friend was feeding you shots though, he knew it had to be a breakup or something similar. He watched as a man approached your friend, obviously asking her to dance since she checked in with you and then made her way to the dance floor with him. You drank the two shots in front of you with no chaser, making your way to the dance floor by yourself, singing along to every song that came on and dancing along to the beat in your head, running your hands through your hair every once in a while, leaving it in beautiful, messy ringlets around your face. He watched you pull your dress down a bit further as it was about to show your bare ass to the whole crowd, swallowing hard as he watched as your friend approached to talk for a moment, before walking out with the guy that caught her attention before.

Soon after, his friends approached, wanting to leave soon. He couldn’t leave you alone so he approached behind you softly, explaining that he was sober and didn’t want to leave you there alone, offering you a ride home. You looked him up and down with hooded eyes and nodded yes in your drunken stupor. You and his friends piled into his car and he dropped everyone else off, taking you home last. He helped you get out of the car, being sure to not let you fall over. He held you up with one arm while he dug your keys out of your purse, taking you to the apartment you stated was yours. He helped you get inside, sitting your purse and keys on the counter as you made your way past, toward the bedroom. He left you in the bedroom to change out of your dress and went to get you a glass of water and some medicine out of your bathroom cabinet, leaving them next to your bed. You were already passed out on the bed when he got in there so he covered you up, plugged in your phone and left you a note. “Hey, this is the guy that brought you home last night. You are probably going to want to take the medicine and water next to your bed. I plugged in your phone and your keys and purse are on the kitchen counter for you. I’ll lock upon my way out. Here’s my number if you want to maybe get breakfast if you’re feeling up to it. XXX-XXX-XXXX. -Drew”

He barely slept that night. He went to get some food on his way home, and when he pulled into the drive, the bar across the street was playing “Closing TIme” and people filed out, both couples and people just looking for a fun night out.He hummed along as he walked from his vehicle to the building. He got to the apartment and turned on the TV. There was nothing really good on, not that he could focus anyway, so he muted it and scrolled through his phone while he ate his food. He could hear his neighbor coughing next door and the water running in the apartment above him as he searched and searched for any trace of you on social media from that night. He was so captivated by you, the way you were so carefree, the way your body moved to the music, and the way you managed to capture his attention before you even walked into his space. He kept running the night through his mind, wondering if he could’ve done more until he finally fell asleep.

When you woke the next morning, you were shocked you didn’t have a hangover, even more shocked you were home in bed and alone. You rolled over and saw your bedside table and immediately smiled thinking your friend had brought you home and gotten you settled. But when you reached for your phone, you saw a note next to it. You grabbed it, read it, and plugged it in, immediately texting the number.

Y: Umm.. hello? You left your number next to my phone?

Drew woke to the ping of his phone next to his ear and opened one eye to look at the screen, sitting up fully once he read the message.

D: Wow, I’m surprised you’re awake! How are you feeling?

You smiled when you read the text, knowing he was being genuine somehow without knowing him.

Y: Rough. I must’ve drank a lot last night because I don’t remember much but I’m just glad I don’t have a hangover like last time.

Drew’s eyes widened. How in the world did you not have a hangover? You could’ve drank him under the table with how much you had last night.

D: That’s amazing with how much you had to drink. I’m even a lightweight compared to you.

You giggled at that, thankful at him for lightening the mood, but wanting the answer to the question in the back of your mind before agreeing to meet him.

Y: Lol. I was shocked that you left last night.. Didn’t want to stay?”

You bit on your lip, staring at your phone in worry as Drew typed out his honest answer to your question.

D: Didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of so I left, hoping you’d text or call me. Worried about you all night though.

Your heart melted at his answer, immediately knowing you wanted to go through with breakfast now.

Y: I’m sad I don’t remember you.. Are you still up for that breakfast?

Drew was giddy with excitement at that. He wanted to scream and shout that you agreed to go with him but he kept it cool, hopping in the shower and getting ready for what he considered your first date. When you all met up, you were shocked by his appearance. You didn’t expect the man on the other end of the phone to be so handsome. You put your hand out to shake, “Hi Drew, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.. Again.” He chuckled, pulling you in for a hug. “Pretty name for a beautiful girl. Let’s eat huh? On me.” You nodded, following him inside.

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