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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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girls on film |rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby! reader|

prompt: eddie has you star in his latest music video. he wants it to be really authentic.

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI, language, drugs, alcohol, smut, exhibitionism, mentions of dom! and sub! themes, fingering fem receiving.

November, 1992

The dressing room had an overwhelming stench of aerosol hairspray and cigarette smoke, a dangerous mix. You wondered if the model next to you worried about going up in flames, her cigarette hanging loosely from her lips while she flipped through a magazine, the poor hairstylist behind her rolling curlers high and pinning them carefully into her long, black locks.

"Look down for me, sweetheart," Maurine, your makeup artist- the only makeup artist you'd ever let touch your face- instructed, eyes squinting as she pressed her thumb above your brow, raising the skin tighter.

Corroded Coffin had the music industry in a tizzy, their latest album releasing just days before you and Eddie announced your relationship; before you and Eddie announced your engagement. It was shocking, sure, but what wasn't with you and Eddie?

What was more shocking than the engagement bombshell, was the fact that you'd managed to keep the relationship under wraps for so long. Clandestine meetings in hotel rooms, sneaking through back entrances with hidden faces, stumbling out on shaky legs with a longing ache in your chest. You wanted nothing more than to be with Eddie all the time, but the privacy, the intimacy and secrecy of your relationship was so sacred to you, to both of you. You cherished every second. Trips to remote locations, free of paparazzi or gawking stares from bystanders, where the two of you could just be. Content in your own pleasure, a far cry from the first time you met. A meeting that started so fiery and jagged with hatred morphed into something beautiful; red-hot passion and permanent attachment.

Now, the secret was out. You and Eddie Munson, polar opposites- or so the media thought. Eddie had proposed to you one night, at your family's beach house in Malibu. He dropped to one knee, surprising to even you that Hollywood's raunchiest bad boy could be so sweet, sweet for you. He presented you with the dazzling Harry Winston, spilling out his heart over crashing waves, knee digging into the sand.

The reaction from the press had been nothing less than expected. Headlines, paparazzi photos, and both your agent's phones ringing off the hook with interview requests. You'd declined them, of course, liking the mystery of it all. The only thing you'd agreed to was the music video.

Your publicist pitched the idea first, after getting a request for a booking of another client, a super model. "It would be good press, for both of you." Kathleen gave you a pointed look.

So here you sat, in a stuffy room behind the set with the rest of the models and lucky girl who'd been picked to star with the other boys in the music video for Nailed in the Coffin, premiering exclusively on MTV. A racy, sexy, filthy song, and judging by your attire for the shoot- or lack thereof- you could only imagine what the video would come out to be.

"Alright, ladies!" Ricardo, the producer, entered the dressing room, careless of the half naked models and bustling artists. "Fifteen minutes!" He clapped, before walking over to a chair, finger pointed in accusation at a flaw.

"That's the guy shooting this?" Maurine scoffed lowly in your ear, smudging the eyeliner out from your waterline.

You smirked. "Yeah, Ed says he's a total wild card." You looked at her for a moment, brows raised in amusement. "Says he's a little weird, but makes good videos. Likes to take risks or something."

Maurine shrugged, pressing a powdered sponger under your eyes. "Well, he knows best, I guess." She sighed, looking over her shoulder.

"They've won best video a few times, so yeah, I guess he would." You giggled.

"Mrs. Munson," Ricardo purred from behind you. You could feel him over your shoulder, meeting his eyes in the illuminated mirror.

"Not yet," You teased, giving him a dazzling smile that only years in the limelight of Hollywood could produce.

"But soon, yes?" Ricardo quipped his brow. You giggled, shrugging, playing off the ditzy, spoiled role. You recognized sharks like Ricardo, sweet but would sell your story to the press for next to nothing. "Did your hubby tell you what he has planned for your scenes?" The way his eyes rose, wide and blown with excitement had your tummy twisting gently.

Knowing Eddie, he'd have you over his knee, paddling you with the Corroded Coffin engraved leather paddle until the band's emblem glowed on your backside- he already had the pictures, what would stop him from filming it?

"Oh?" You quipped, brows raising slightly. "Should I be worried?"

"No, darling, it's perfect. Very intimate. The world will love it." Ricardo clapped giddily. "Finish up and we'll shoot you first. Eddie was very adamant about getting done first. He said you're a very busy lady, so I don't want to keep you."

You grinned, shaking your head slightly. More like Eddie wanted to be done shooting as soon as possible. He was bored at the possibility of staying here all day, rambling off a million other things he'd rather do. "Gonna have you in all my videos, sweetheart." Eddie grinned, pecking your cheek. "At least you're there to keep me company."

"Wonderful, thank you." You smiled politely, watching the director turn. "Wait!" You called, turning in your chair to look over your shoulder at the man. "Where is my wardrobe?"

Ricardo gave you a wicked grin before barking out a laugh. "Darling, there is no wardrobe for you." He grinned. "Come as you are, as you came into this world."

You blinked, brows furrowing at his riddled words. "Naked?"

Ricardo nodded, winking at you before walking away. You huffed, turning back to Maurine with a small pout. She laughed, shaking her head at you. "Well, I guess we don't have to worry about messing up your hair getting you into wardrobe." She shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, letting her finish your look- blown out, sultry, bedroom eyes and hair, sexy. Maurine made sure to add your signature lip, contouring the bottom slightly over so you'd have your signature pout, a feature that made Eddie weak in the knees. Your engagement ring that caught the light from the mirror, the obnoxiously large stone dazzling for you. It was dramatic, big, heavy on your ring finger. You expected nothing less from Eddie, truly, everything he did was over the top, especially for you.

Eddie's loud, piercing wolf whistle cut through the deafening sound of machinery and chatter from behind the scenes of the set. You could hear him before you saw him, sitting on the bed in the middle of the set, but he certainly saw you.

"Didn't you get the memo, baby?" Eddie grinned, eyes rolling down your frame when you padded towards him. "Why aren't you in wardrobe?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes slightly. Eddie quipped a brow in warning, making your thighs clench, the unspoken dynamic that always carried outside the bedroom in some way.

"'M not walking around naked." You rolled your eyes playfully back at him, taking in his inked skin, shirtless in nothing but a pair of tight leather pants. You salivated at the sight, his bulge teasing you through the black, tight material.

His hands found your waist easily, running over the smooth material of the silk robe, pulling you closer to him, hand traveling down the the swell of your ass. You grinned at him, your noses nearly touching. He cupped your jaw, ringed finger splaying over your cheek.

"Munson! Hands off!" Maurine snapped, pointing at him from behind the line of cameras. "Do not mess up her makeup!"

Eddie huffed, pulling back, glaring at your stylist with a pout that rivaled your own. You giggled, running a hand down his cheek sweetly. "Heard you wanted to get this done quick?" You raised a brow, brushing his wild mess of curls behind his ear.

"Can you blame me?" Eddie's head tipped to the side, tongue running over his lower lip.

You snorted lightly, pressing your thumb lightly against his bottom lip. He looked so pretty, curls styled and fluffed, muscles glittering with the oil they'd rubbed him down with so he'd shine under the lights for the camera, his tattoos vibrant against his skin.

Eddie pressed a kiss into the pad of your thumb, winking up at you. You swooned, lips spreading in a smile, shrilling when he squeezed your ass through the robe. You two were infatuated with each other, the sick, obsessed, over the top type of love you used to snarl at when you saw.

"Alright, darling," Ricardo called, heeled cowboy boots- very eccentric for the 90's even- clacked across the set towards you. "Love birds, we're ready when you are."

You nodded slipping under the bed next to Eddie. Thin white sheets on the mattress, with an even thinner white sheet on top. You were sure under the harshness of the lights, they'd be able to see right through. Eddie grinned down at you, hand sliding over your hip gently.

"Can you hold the sheet up for me, Ed?" You asked, untying your robe under the sheet. You'd try to maintain some sort of privacy.

Eddie held the sheet while you slipped your robe off, handing it to the antsy tech who waited besides Ricardo. You slipped down further on the bed, holding the sheet tightly against your naked chest. Your nipples pebbled at the bite of the cold air, goosebumps kissing your skin.

"Perfect." Ricardo grinned, all teeth and blown pupils. "So, we only need a few scenes, but I know this will be the most talked about part, of course." He laughed to himself. Your eyes cut to Eddie, raising a brow gently.

"I want sexy, hot, vulgar. Give me a sex tape." Ricardo clapped his hands together.

"Sex tape?" You lifted a brow, frowning at Eddie. "You didn't say sex tape. I didn't agree to that, Edward."

"Not a sex tape," Eddie countered, gently rubbing a hand down your arm soothingly. "He means sexy. Just allude to it, like play it up like we're having sex."

"Exactly." Ricardo snapped, pointing at Eddie. "Give me some va-va-voom, darling!"

"You can do that." Eddie grinned. "I know you can. You do it for me all the time, baby." You blushed hard, rolling your eyes at him.

Once the two of you were positioned, Eddie hovering over top of you, the sheet strategically placed so it barely covered you, Ricardo went back barking orders manically. Eddie's inked hand slid down your naked hip, thumb tracing close to your freshly waxed bikini line.

"You alright?" Eddie asked, brown eyes searching your expression. "This good with you? I thought you'd be ok with it, but, baby, if you're not-"

"No, it's good, Ed." You smiled, hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Your ring cool against his face. "I just... What am I supposed to do? Act like you're fucking me?"

Eddie snorted, lips nuzzling into your cheek. "Something like that." He muttered against the skin. "Just give 'em a show, baby. I know you can do that."

You rolled your eyes, his hand squeezing on your hip; a warning. "That's three times you've rolled your eyes at me." His head quipped to the side, eyes darkening in warning. "You do it a fourth, I'm gonna drag you back to my dressing room, understand?"

You throbbed, clenching around nothing under his dominant stare. You nodded slowly, biting your lip. Eddie smirked, squeezing your hip playfully. "Good girl."

"Ok! Let's get ready! Love birds, are you ready?" Ricardo called from behind the cameras and lights.

Eddie grinned, nodding while you moved your hands to his forearms, rubbing the veiny, inked skin softly. The start of the music played, lights flashing even brighter over you, blinding you from anything other than the set.

"Ok," Ricardo called from his megaphone. "We'll start at the first line. Eddie, move over her, lip-sync the lyrics." He instructed. Eddie moved so he was hovering farther over you, hips grinding through the sheet onto you.

"Mrs. Munson," You fought back another eye roll at the nickname. "Give us those bedroom eyes. Show us how good Eddie makes you feel."

You cringed at the instruction, but moved your leg to hook over his hip. This felt familiar, natural, a position you were in this morning with Eddie before you arrived here. Your nails dug into his arm, lightly, for show of course, while you turned your head to the side, eyes closed and pinched in fake pleasure. It felt weird, having to fake the ecstasy that Eddie constantly gave you, but not having him do it to you now.

"Ok, cut," Ricardo called after a moment. The music halted, screeching to a stop while you pulled apart. "Eddie, let me talk to you for a moment." He motioned him over.

Eddie climbed off of you, squeezing your thigh gently through the sheet. You watched, propped up on your forearms while Eddie talked to the director, eyes cutting back to you.

"Let's take that from the top again." Ricardo clapped, walking away. "Eddie, whenever you're ready."

Eddie climbed back into the bed with you, hand brushing hair out of your face. You laid back on your back, fixing your sheet. "What did he say?"

"He wants it to be more authentic." Eddie replied, moving his knee so it was between your legs. You furrowed your brows softly. "He said we looked robotic." Eddie scoffed, shaking his head.

You giggled. "I don't really know how to look like we're fucking without actually fucking." You admitted with a sheepish smile. Eddie's heart swelled, he loved seeing you so sweet and small like that. "Feels awkward."

"Yeah," Eddie hummed in agreement, his hand dipping under the sheet. You felt him rub across your hip, glide across your tummy softly. "Maybe we should change that."

You frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?" You asked carefully. You felt his fingers trail further, tracing down your mound just barely over your lips. You gasped, pushing him slightly.

"Ed," You hissed, eyes cutting to the producers and film staff hidden behind the blinding lights from the set. You lifted the white, thin, cotton sheet higher over your chest. "Have you lost your mind?"

"What?" Eddie shrugged. "They said to make it as authentic as possible. Sell it up big for the cameras, baby." His grin was salacious, hungry. It made your legs clamp further.

"C'mon, angel, they'll never know I promise." Eddie cooed, ringed hand pushing back your perfectly tousled hair. "I'll make sure Donno watches the whole thing before it's released. Just let me help you out."

You huffed, his hand cupping your thing through the sheets, dangerously close to your core, but of course, he knew that. Eddie leaned forward, lips on the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling and nipping at your flushed skin. "You gotta admit it will be exciting." He grinned. You squirmed, his hand cupping your heat through the sheets. "Our little, dirty secret, huh? The world will never know. How fuckin' hot is that, baby?"

You felt his fingers tickle the top of your lips, your own legs parting to let him in further. He grinned, lips against your cheek. "C'mon, let's give 'em a show." The pad of his thumb rubbed the hood of your clit so lightly, it made your head spin.

You let out a staggered huff, before nodding gently, eyes locking with his. His pupils were blow, looking lustfully down at you with a wolfish smile. Your thighs clenched.

"Ricardo," Eddie called, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt the pad of his thumb slowly circle your clit. "We're ready."

You couldn't even register the sounds of the music starting, lights and cameras whirring into place. Your hand clamped down onto Eddie's arms, eyes pinching closed as he worked you slowly, circling your clit at the perfect place that had you writhing.

"Fuck, Eddie, just like that," You whimpered, legs hooking over his hips, pulling him closer.

"Ok, Eddie, and in three, two..."

Eddie's lips moved against yours, low, gravelly voice signing the words of the song into your skin. You writhed gently beneath him, his free hand moving to your face to look at him. Just as your eyes listed, shining and glassy to meet him, he slipped his middle finger in, pumping slowly in and out of you.

Your back arched, gasping when Eddie's fingers curled into you. You gripped onto his arm, his own hand moving to cradle your chin, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your hips ground under the sheets, eyes rolling back when he curled into your g-spot, pulling out to circle your clit, then repeating the actions until you were reeling.

His thumb swiped against your bottom lip again, pressing against the soft, lipstick coated mouth. You opened your mouth easily, cheeks hollowing while your eyes met his, obedient. Just like he trained you to be.

Eddie smirked, still mouthing the lyrics that played over the loud speakers. If he wouldn't have been in the music video, he would've praised you for what a good girl you were being for him.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Keep it up, let's go to the chorus! No cuts!" Ricardo chanted through his megaphone, the music continuing.

Your walls clenched around his finger, moaning against his thumb while he toyed with you, playing with you expertly. Eddie took his thumb out of your mouth, inching closer and closer to you. His calloused thumb was rough against your clit, providing the perfect friction that had your toes curling, hips lifting against his.

Eddie continued to sign the lyrics slow to you, eyes locked. The two of you were in a trance, locked in on each other, uncaring of the others around you. Your mind was spinning, racing and dizzy with the blinding pleasure that Eddie always brought to you. You tipped your head back, the lights above blinding you, centering you back to your own reality a little. The crew around you, watching as Eddie finger banged you relentlessly on camera. You knew you should be ashamed, mortified; but the deep burning pleasure in the pit of your tummy only built more, growing higher and higher, with every flick, pump, curl, and rub of Eddie's magical fingers.

You whimpered, reaching up to grab his curls, threading your fingers through the base of his hair. He knew you were close, your rounded eyes and desperate little mewls. Eddie rocked his hips against your thigh, relieving his own throbbing cock of some of the uncomfortable pressure.

"'M close, Eddie." You whined softly, pulling back on the hairs gently, clutching them for purchase while his fingers moved slow and deep inside of you.

Eddie pressed his lips to the side of your cheek, lightly, still singing the words to you in a low rasp, more of a growl.

"Perfect! Last line, Eddie! Last line!" Ricardo shouted excitedly.

Eddie fingers moved, curling deep inside of you, while you gasped loudly, mouth falling open slightly, rounding in pleasure, while Eddie kept pumping in and out of you. He could feel your release, the gush of it drenching his hand, making a sickening squelching sound as he still fucked you through it.

Teeth clenched together, eyes narrowed near predatory, Eddie watched you fall apart for him. Whining and gasping, while he still finger fucked you relentlessly. His lips were pillowy soft against your blushed cheeks, finishing out the last lyric with a growl, before his licked a long stripe up the side of your face.

You knew Maurine would be furious, her work destroyed by him, but you were too wrapped up in a cloud of satisfaction that followed your release to care.

Ricardo sounded far away, your eyes glassy when you blinked back up at Eddie, familiar brown eyes shining sweetly back at you. "You alright, angel?" Eddie asked, curls tickling the side of your cheeks as he hovered over you.

You blinked, moving to sit up on your forearms. "Are we done?" You asked, looking around at Ricardo, who frantically moved, barking orders.

"They're done with us," Eddie nodded towards the crew. "But 'm not done with you." Your legs clamped under the sheets at his wolfish grin, dark and hungry. You could feel him grinding gently against your leg, leather pants harboring his growing bulge.

You shrunk under the sheets to hide the blush that was creeping over your chest and neck. Ricardo clacked over, loud boots snapping against the hardwood. "That was beautiful, you two, gorgeous! So authentic!" He shrieked. You blushed harder. Eddie grinned, eyes cutting over to you.

"What can I say? I'm a great actor. Maybe your dad should put me in one of his films, whattya think, baby?" Eddie teased, looking back at you.

You scoffed, shaking your head with a small smile. "Sure. I think you're Oscar worthy." You jested back.

"Totally. Eat your heart out, De Niro." Eddie barked out a laugh.

You rolled your eyes, playfully, halting when Eddie's eyes narrowed at you. Ricardo didn't notice, thankfully, too high off whatever powdery substance was still around his nose, laughing erratically at the two of you. "You two are perfect, perfect. Your fans are going to lose their minds, their sanity entirely, when they see this."

"So we're good?" Eddie asked. "I can go change?"

"I've got everything I need from you." Ricardo gave a half bow to Eddie. "Mr. and Mrs. Munson, it's been a pleasure, as always." He grinned, wide and toothy.

You smiled politely back, still clutching the sheet to your chest. Eddie turned back to you slowly, giving you a pointed look. "What did I tell you?" He asked, tilting his head to this side.

You pouted at him. "I didn't mean to." You huffed, biting back a smirk when his jaw set. Even if the two of you are together and in love now, that didn't mean you couldn't still have a little fun with him, rile him up a little. Give him a little glimpse at the girl you once were before he knew you better.

Eddie let out a sharp breath out of his nose, lips pursing slightly. He knew what you were doing, and that was fine. He'd handle you back in his dressing room, make you gag on his cock until all that pretty makeup smeared and ran down your cheeks.

He grabbed the robe from the tech, handing it to you while you carefully slipped it on under the sheet. Eddie nodded, extending his hand out for you, what a sweetheart.

"Eddie," You mumbled, eyes cutting down to the sheets. You flushed with embarrassment, looking at the wet spot let on the white sheets. Eddie just shrugged, and you gaped at him, tongue clicking in annoyance. "We can't just leave that. They'll know."

Eddie scoffed, stopping one of the bustling techs that was scampering by. "Hey, man, you might need to change those sheets before someone else gets in 'em, alright?"

He didn't wait to see their confused, stuttering response. Reaching out for you, Eddie took your hand in his, pulling you close to his wide while the two of you scampered into his private dressing room.

A month later, you sat at the MTV viewing party, hosted at a club in West Hollywood for the band. Eddie pulled you close, smirking when you hid into his leather jacket as the video played on the large screen. Even with the editing and the features, it still looked so raw, so real.

The media seemed to agree too, magazines and articles barreling out by the dozens about the sexy, sensual music video featuring you two, boasting on how intimate it appeared. No one knew exactly how that was possible, except you and Eddie... and maybe the tech responsible for cleaning up the messy sheets.

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lovemeafterhrs · 6 months

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living with suna rintarou - one / daily routine

word count: 1k

warnings: smoking, flirting, sexual tension.

suna’s ears perked up when he heard keys jingling from the other side of the doorframe, and he hid the small smirk pulling over his features as the front door swung open.

“what’s up, fellas?” her syrupy sweet voice rang through the living room, and she hung up her jacket with a little hum as she approached the set of plush couches.

“hey. how was your day?” osamu asked, pulling buds off a large stem with his fingers. he had a grinder on one thigh and a controller on the other, an amused smile on his face as he greeted her.

“it was alright. better now that i’m here with you.” a teasing smile pulled at her plump, red lips as she carded her manicured nails through her roommate’s hair. she leaned against the back of the couch and leaned further into rintarou’s personal space while simultaneously flirting with his best friend.

she was always doing stuff like this… touching up on him just to test his resolve. it seemed like she was always pushing his buttons to gauge his reactions, but he couldn’t bring himself to express his discontentment about it. probably because a part of him enjoyed it far too much to admit out loud.

“you guys look like you’re having fun.” she stated, pushing herself away from the couch to get a better look at the sight in front of her.

calm music poured from the speakers of the television as she mused over their choice in video game. atsumu was the only one currently playing, absorbed into the storyline as he waited for the other two.

seated between the twins, suna gave her a little wink of recognition with a blunt in hand. his tongue dragged over the seam of the tobacco leaf, and his eyes didn’t leave hers as she leaned down to pull off her shoes.

“yeah, you came home just in time.” he offered her a little smirk as he ran the flame over the wet wrapper. he watched her lean down to unbuckle her heels, and his eyes raked over her cleavage when her gaze was everted.

“sweet, we can smoke while i get ready.” she looked legitimately delighted at the thought, clapping her hands together as she fell into the plush cushions next to atsumu.

“where are you goin’ tonight?” the rambunctious blonde’s eyes finally left the television as he gave her a quick up and down. she didn’t catch suna’s roll of the eyes at his friend’s behavior, but both of the twins gave him a little snicker as he sparked the blunt.

“me and a couple of the girls are going to the club.”

“oh, yeah? so we shouldn’t expect you home tonight?” a playful smirk fell over rintarou’s features as he exhaled, before passing to osamu.

“probably not until the early morning.” she shrugged, watching smoke plum through the room as the blunt made its way around the circle. atsumu choked down a laugh that was barely hidden by his coughing fit.

“going out to cause trouble, then.” osamu replied, followed shortly by a cough. she gave him a knowing look and took a deep inhale of smoke with a teasing glint in her eyes.

“well, you know me.” her reply caused her roommate to look between the pair suspiciously, eyes scanning for his friend’s reaction. he didn’t like what he found, watching osamu’s cheeks turn a bright pink under her gaze.

content with osamu’s flustered image, she averted her eyes back to the screen as she passed the blunt to suna. “so, what’s this game all about?”

after a drawn-out explanation of their current adventure (including gameplay and smart-ass comments from the trio), she finally made her way to her room to change. after about an hour in front of her vanity, she was back in the living room to put on her shoes. her black skirt swayed with her hips as she walked over to the couch with boots in hand.

“you boys have any plans tonight?” she questioned, leaning down to tie the straps in place. this gave the men an opportunity to stare without shame, eyes bulging at the sight of her ample chest.

“you’re lookin’ at it.” suna’s reply seemed almost far away, focused entirely on taking in every inch of her appearance.

“cute, i’ll see you tomorrow then.” her eyes looked up to his, catching his stare with a little smirk. she rose from her seat, heels clacking against the hardwood as she leaned over to press a kiss to rintarou’s flushed cheek.

“we’ll be here. if you see me crashed on the floor, mind your business.” atsumu gave her a salute with his playful remark, and she returned it with a grin.

“alright, i’m heading out. don’t have too much fun without me.”

“wouldn’t dream of it.” suna replied, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her gather her purse and coat.

“are you sure you don’t wanna smoke before you go?” the silver haired man’s voice caught her attention, and she turned to address him. suna could’ve sworn he saw hearts forming in her eyes when she looked at him, and he grimaced.

“that’s really sweet of you to ask, but i’m already late. smoke a fat one for me, alright?”

“anything for you, baby.” osamu drawled out, eyes falling on the bare skin above her stockings. his choice of words earned him a smack on the shoulder from his brother and a pointed glare from rintarou.

as soon as they heard the door slam closed, the twins had already set out to annoy their friend further.

“god, your roommate is so fucking hot.” atsumu’s quip did not go unnoticed, earning an eye twitch from the dark-haired man.

“shut the fuck up.”

“nah, he’s got a point.” osamu shrugged, effectively making the situation worse. the twins could hear a discontent huff from the other side of the couch as he dropped his controller against the cushions.

“osamu you don’t get an opinion on this ever.” he snapped, side-eyeing both of them as he reached for the grinder.

“why am i not allowed to have an opinion on your roommate being attractive?”

“because you totally want to have sex with her, idiot.” rintarou scoffed and grabbed the rolling tray off the table, motioning for atsumu to pass him the papers off the other side of the table.

“well to be fair, i kind of already did.” before osamu could stop himself, the words were falling out of his mouth as his friend’s eyes widened.

“what did you just say?”

#okay so roommate! suna brainrot seriously #no thoughts just him #suna rintarou #rintarou suna #suna rintarou x reader #rintarou suna x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #not technically haikyuu smau but connects to haikyuu smau so ill forgive it #suna rintarou girlies rise up...#hq #hq x reader

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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I'm Your Venus - A Robin Buckley Story

Robin Buckley x f!reader

Robin really likes candy, and also the new girl in town.

warnings | 18+ nothing specific, just queer angst (sigh)

a/n | this is just a little intrusive thought I had inspired by Bananarama's "Venus" - highly recommend listening to the song as you start reading - also this doesn't follow the timeline of the show's plot, just a lovely indulgent snapshot

update: read how Steve's night went here :)

another update: I'm turning this into a series! find the masterlist here

Robin has always had a weakness for candy. Specifically, the kinds of candy that take you a while to work through. Taffy, caramels, gobstoppers, lemonheads, even those nasty hard candies shaped like root beer barrels. Her most preferred option, however, were lollipops. She liked these tooth-rotting confections because so long as she had something sweet to roll around in her mouth, she could keep herself from going off on some long rambling tangent, preoccupied with the sugary sensation. Tonight, arms hanging over the half-wall of the roller rink, she was working on a cherry tootsie pop, no interest in how many licks it’d take to get to the center, keeping it pocketed in her cheek.

She wouldn’t normally be spending her time at the new Hawkins’ rink, except Dingus was going as a chaperone to his scraggly, adopted brood, and where Dingus went, so too did Robin follow. Somehow Max had goaded Steve into putting on a pair of skates and was now dragging his very rigid body around the ring. The kids had no such luck getting Robin onto wheels, she sometimes still had trouble walking straight, there was no way skating was in the cards for her. So, she relegated herself to the sidelines, watching everyone rolling to blaring, glossy pop music. It was packed tonight, the middle of summer, and everyone just bored enough to go skating.

Even amidst the crowd, there was one person Robin couldn’t stop looking at. She had come into Family Video the other day, Steve had set her up with an account, Robin eavesdropping as she restocked shelves. Steve was laying his so-called “Harrington charm” on thick, very shamelessly flirting with the girl. She told him that her family had just moved to Hawkins, she'd be a freshman at Indiana State next year, going to the same college as Robin. Even Robin was shocked by how forward Steve had been with her, asking her out as he handed her her tapes. But, she had politely declined, and Robin knew it was silly but her heart did a little kick at that, because what heterosexual girl in her right mind would turn down the hair? She hadn’t even realized that she’d crunched right through the cinnamon-y fireball she’d been sucking on until the girl was out the door.

Robin watches her skating, making it look effortless as she links arms with a friend, laughing, glossy lips glinting under the disco lights. Bananarama is blaring through the speakers.

A goddess on a mountain top

Was burning like a silver flame

The summit of beauty and love

And Venus was her name…

Robin feels like such a guy, but she can’t stop looking at her legs, perfectly sun soaked and framed by cut-offs. She tells herself it’s just because she’s checking out her technique, in case she herself wants to skate later. Yeah right.

She's got it

Yeah, baby, she's got it

Well, I'm your Venus

I'm your fire, at your desire

Well, I'm your Venus

I'm your fire, at your desire…

After she made sure Steve wasn't watching, Robin had looked up the girl's account at the store, seeing that she’d checked out Young Frankenstein, Gone With the Wind, Rocky Horror, and Cleopatra. It was classic, it was bizarre, it was delightfully eclectic. Robin was smitten, and she hadn’t even talked to the girl.

Just then, she caught sight of Vickie, skating cozily with her boyfriend who was home from college. It still stung, to see the girl she’d been pining over completely oblivious to her feelings, but Robin had gotten good at avoiding it, avoiding her. She pressed up off the rink barrier, getting ready to meander over to the snack bar and drown her romantic sorrows in plasticky nacho cheese. As she spun around, however, she ran smack into someone on skates, a blur of gorgeous legs and cut-offs. Lord help me, she thought. The girl shrieked, giggling a little as they both held onto each others’ forearms to steady themselves.

“Oh god, sorry about that! Totally wasn’t looking where I was going,” she’s smiling so widely at Robin, who for maybe the first time in her life is rendered completely speechless, lollipop dangling loosely from her lips.

“Hey, I saw you working at Family Video, Robin right? I think that’s what that dude with all the hair called you,” Robin wills herself to nod at that. The girl was still holding onto her forearms, cracked cherry red nail polish contrasts against her freckled skin.

Robin finally tries to speak, to say anything, but all that comes out is “I– you– um, I–” mumbling around her tootsie pop. The girl’s smile softens.

“Here, let me hold onto that for you, then you can say what you wanna tell me,” it happens so quickly, Robin thinks she’s having an aneurysm. The girl lets go of her arms and reaches up, taking the lollipop right out of Robin’s mouth before sliding it between her own glossy lips, grinning around the quickly dissolving treat.

Robin lets out a stuttering exhale, “I’m Robin.” Nice, real smooth. The girl’s grin just widens, she speaks around the tootsie pop. “It’s really nice to meet you, Robin.” She extends her hand, and Robin stumbles to shake it as the girl tells her her name. Robin’s brain immediately starts to chant it like a prayer.

“You seem cool, can I give you my number? It’d be rad to hang out with you sometime.” Rad. Normally Robin would roll her eyes at a word like rad, but now she’s just nodding frantically, “yeah, uh-huh.” The girl smiles, “you don’t happen to have a pen do you?” Robin pats at her jeans, and thanks the merciful universe when she finds one in her back pocket.

When she takes the pen from her hand, their fingers brush and it feels like the tiniest fire running up Robin’s arm. She glances around briefly, worried that people are watching them, but then she figures they just look like two really good girlfriends chatting. But when the girl holds her forearm again, turning it over and scribbling out her number, nothing about it feels platonic, not even with a lower-case p. I’m never washing this arm again.

She hands Robin back her pen before taking the lollipop out of her mouth. She holds it out in front of Robin for a moment, quirking her eyebrow until Robin understands what she wants her to do. Robin feels her entire face burning as she jerkily moves forward, taking the tootsie pop back into her mouth, swiping it into her cheek.

“Call me soon, okay?” Robin nods, mute again, as she watches the girl flash her one more smile before she’s rolling back into the rink.

Robin thinks she needs to find Steve immediately. He has her inhaler in his stupid fanny pack and suddenly, Robin can’t really breathe.

#robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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lolitakirstein · 2 months

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Hey Neighbor Pt 11

sorry this took a while to get out. And I hope this is long enough but not excessively. feedback is so appreciated. love you :) Word count: 2.5k Warnings: language, drugs a SA references, mentions of gun.

“Thanks for taking me out. I had a great time.” You say once outside the restaurant. “Maybe we can do it again sometimes?”

Connor helps you put on your coat, the night becoming chilly in the 2 hours you spent enjoying wine and delicious food. “Of course.”

You hadn’t expected to actually be asked on a date with him. And so quickly. But once your phone chimed with a message from him asking if you would like to grab dinner, you couldn’t contain your excitement. The restaurant was more high-end than you were used to—dim lighting, a wine list, and exotic foods with names you couldn’t pronounce.

The date had gone great, though you struggled to find out much about Connor.

I just moved here.

No, no family.

I’m an independent contractor.

I like all music.

He seemed more interested in learning more about you. You feel like you went through your whole biography—which was a problem you had. The moment a man seemed interested, you went all in, saying things too quickly or delving into too much detail. So sue me? I’ve been single for too long! So what if i may talk a bit too much.

The topic later turned to talk of your grandmother. Though they weren’t the usual questions a regular person might ask. His were more…precise. Blunt

What all did she leave you within the will?

How much money did you inherit?

Any family heirlooms left behind?

Luckily, you kept that pretty close to the chest. Not doling out much except that you have moved into her home.

Now, the two of you stand on the sidewalk facing each other. “Whenever you're free, just let me know” He steps forward, pulling your jacket closer around your neck against the wind. It was a sweet gesture.

“Yeah,” you squeak, looking up at him. The moment is both exciting and scary. Is he going to make a move to kiss you? Should you go for it?

You catch him looking at your lips and think—to hell with it. You lean forward, closing your eyes. He does the same. Yes! You cheer to yourself

But before your lips can meet, he suddenly pulls away, clearing his throat. “Sorry, just—a lot of people around.”

You look around. No more than 5 people walk around. All of them lost in their own lives, not paying any attention to you. Heartdropping and suddenly humiliated, the moment turns awkward.

“Yeah, you're right,” you try to act nonchalant.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, your phone chimes alerting you that your Uber has arrived. Thank fuck. You stare out the window as you're driven home.

The glow from the laptop is the only light illuminating the room.

“Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“Of course.”

The video feed is distorted. The camera is not quite centered but enough for Toji to make out the 2 figures it is aimed at—you and Connor…or Dmitri. The person, whom Toji acquired through Shiu, pretends to be on his phone while the camera hidden within his watch is pointed in y/n and Dmitri’s direction.

The feed goes silent as the two of you shuffle awkwardly. Toji’s eyes grow wide and he moves closer to the screen as he sees you lean forward, preparing to kiss him.

“Sorry, just—alot of people around.”

Toji releases the breath he was holding. The video may not be the best quality but there was no denying the slump of your shoulders. He can imagine the confused look on your face; he had seen before. It was cute how your brow furrowed and a slight pout crept into your lips. As happy as he was that you hadn’t kissed this sleazy dick, he knew that you’d still feel hurt. Knowing you were hurt, regardless of the cause, sparked a flame of anger deep in Toji’s chest.

The feed showed you then getting into a Uber. Looking at his watch he assumed you’d be home in about 15 minutes. Tonight he would—

A knock at the door shakes his thoughts. He opens it to reveal his guest is the hacker from earlier holding a stack of folders.

“Uhm, here’s a printed copy of the information I gathered today.” He hands them over.

“Great, now go,” Toji closes the door in his face. He couldn’t risk being held up by his nerd talk. The folders contained, as promised, multiple government documents of Demetri Solokolov including mug shots, court testimonies, international IDs, and passports under different names. A part of him feels guilty for dropping this massive amount of information on you, but he would feel more guilty if something happened to you.

You thank your driver and exit the car. The streetlights glow overhead and illuminate your humiliating walk to your porch. Your cheeks burned with the embarrassment of being rejected. Luckily, no one was around to see you—-

“Hey, neighbor,” you hear from behind you. Turning, you see Toji leaning on his porch railing.

“You know I have a name.” You bark, not wanting to deal with him and his dumb quips.

“I know,” he walks down the steps towards you. “Just fun seeing you get all sassy with me.”

“What’s that?” you gesture to the thick folder he's carrying.

He shrugs, “My lines, been practicing all day.”

You roll your eyes and continue walking up to your door, unlocking it and stomping inside. “I’m not really in the mood to deal with your shit, neighbor .”

Toji stands at the threshold. The streetlights cast his enormous form in shadow. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, i said I don’t want to deal with you,” you toe off your shoes.

“Yeah?” he goads, a little smirk ticking his lip up.

“Yeah!”

He leans against the doorway, “Then why’d you leave the door open?”

Damn he’s good. You consciously/subconsciously left it open. No you didn’t want to deal with him, yet…you wanted him around. Why? Who the fuck knows.

“You want me to leave you alone? Come slam the door in my face?” He drops the folder on the table beside the front door and braces his arms against the top of the door frame. His shirt rides up, his pale skin stark against the tight black shirt he’s wearing. “Show me that sass.”

You slump, giving up. “Toji, please. I’ve had a bad evening. I’m going to bed.”

“What happened?”

“Like you care?” you snap, tears of frustration lining your eyes.

Toji must notice and drops his arms to his side, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah, i do.”

You wave him off with your hand. “Whatever.”

“No whatever, tell me, y’n.”

You look up at the ceiling as if looking for what to do. Confide? Lie? But lying never seems to work with Toji so you give him the truth.

“Fine. I had a bad date.”

“Date huh?”

“Yes a date. I’m not a nun.” you fight back. “I do have a life.”

“So what happened? He stand you up?” Toji goes on, still standing at the threshold of your front door.

You groan in frustration, “Look, it just didn’t go how I wanted ok?”

“You didn’t hook up,” he says bluntly.

“NO!” you screech. “That was even on my mind!”

“Ok, fine” he chuckles. After a beat, he says, “Well maybe it was for the best, then.”

You scoff. He’s seriously trying to throw platitudes at you. “Whatever.”

“He was no good for you. Fuck him.” Toji says nonchanlatly.

Now his lack of emotion was pissing you off. This time you snap. “How the fuck do you know? You don’t even know him! How do you know what's good for me and what isn’t.”

“And you know him so well already?” Toji finally steps into your house, now he is in your space.

“Yes,” you bluff.

Toji retrieves the folder he had thrown on the table, stomping towards you. “Yeah you know he’s a hired gun with ties to some of the worst crime lords in the country? Or that he’s involved in multiple trafficking rings? Both human and drug?”

You move around the dining room table to put space between you. You don’t know if you're scared because of what he’s saying or the menacing way he’s stalking towards you.

He slams down the folder on the table. “Oh, and I’m guessing you know he’s been accused of sexual assault, rape, blackmail? But you must’ve looked past that right?”

“You looked him up? How did you even know his name, you fucking psycho?” you shout and your eyes are the size of saucers as you flip through the folder laid in front of you. Indeed, pictures of Connor—though on these papers there are multiple names associated with him— some mug shots, passport photos, driver's licenses, even CCTV footage. The handsome face you were used to seeing was nowhere to be seen. Now, you stared at a man with dead eyes that held nothing but contempt and evil in them.

“That—” Toji blinks, dumbfounded. “I just gave you a list of shit this fuckers done and your mad at me? I’m the psycho?”

“Yeah”

“For looking out for you?”

You turn away, unable to face him any longer. The anger you now felt at both Toji and Connor–Dmetri, John, Frank, whoever the fuck he was—is threatening to crush you into a million pieces.

After a full minute of silence, Toji realizes you aren’t going to say anything else. “Fine.” He turns on his heel and everything in you wants to tell him to stay, but the lump in your throat prohibits you.

You watch him storm to the front door, pausing, then turn to you. “I’m going out of town tomorrow. I’ll be gone for 3 weeks.” He reaches into his pocket and lays a scrap of paper on the entrance table. “Here’s a number. Call it if you need it or something—happens.”

Again you don’t respond because now the thought of Toji not being next door while a known killer can easily access you makes you uneasy.

“Please be careful, y/n” Toji closes the door, leaving you to stand there while a million emotions flood around you. Hate, anger, fear, shame. How could you so easily have fallen into the trap of going out with a man who was pure evil? Killer, rapist, stalker.

An hour later, after many tears and many lock checks, you finally crash on your bed, curling around your cat to feel some semblance of comfort~

The sound of a car door closing snaps you awake. You slept lightly anyway, any noise startling you. Climbing out of bed on weak limbs and going to the bathroom. Quickly, you brush your teeth and rush to the door, throwing it open. The clothes from last night were now wrinkled on your body since you hadn’t bothered to take them off.

A black sedan sits outside Toji house with its trunk open. A man—the man you had seen before–lighting a cigarette while Toji loads his suitcase. You refuse to leave on the note you did last night. Throwing open the door you march to the vehicle, intent to say—well you didn’t know what to say. Perhaps you just wanted to see him again.

“Ah, miss y/n. How are you dear?” The man says, cigarette dangling out of his mouth. “Forgive me for being late but my condolences on Mrs. Ruth. She was an extraordinary woman.”

Once again, you are too stunned to speak. How the fuck did he know your grandmother. You stare at the man, trying to match his face to someone you might know from days past. Nothing.

He narrows his eyes at you, assessing you, before smiling. “My, you look just like her.”

I’ll deal with this later. You shake your head, ignoring him, and walk closer to toji. “Hey.”

Now, it appears he’s ignoring you. Not even looking at you as he continues loading his things into the car.

“Be careful,” you repeat the words he gave you last night.

Still avoiding you, Toji unzips the luggage bag now loaded in the trunk. He reaches behind him and pulls out—

“Fuck,” you stumble back as he pulls the handgun from his waistband.

He flips the safety on and removes the magazine, the glint of the loaded bullets shines brightly in the morning sun. The two pieces are placed in the luggage before he re-zips it. All the while you stand, mouth hanging open. How could he so brazenly pull a gun out?

Toji slams the trunk closer and steps by you as if you were nothing but a tree to maneuver around. He opens the passenger door and folds his large body in. Shiu tips his head at you with a simple goodbye before getting behind the wheel. He starts the engine and you realize then that Toji isn’t going to give you the time a day to say goodbye or whatever you wanted to say.

Dipping your head, you walk back towards your house. The sound of the engine still idling at your back when you get to the bottom of your steps.

“y/n”

You turn at his voice, your heart kicking up. Toji has gotten out of the car, gripping the door in his hand. His mouth is set firm. You both stare at each other a beat.

The next few moments happen in such a blur you can’t register what is happening. Toji rounds the car door and walks briskly to you, cupping your face and kissing you harshly.

The heat of his mouth is intoxicating. As if sweet venom is laced on his lips, paralyzing you to the spot. Like a drug, you knew, in that moment, that you’ll forever be chasing the high of his kiss.

He pulls away sharply, still holding your face in his large calloused hands. His eyes are filled with lust and almost something like angst as he stares into your widening eyes.

“A real man will kiss you. No matter who’s looking.” He pushes something against your stomach and without looking you take it from his hands.

With that he turns and marches back to the car, closing the door. The moment is over and you watch the vehicle drive past and up the road.

You look down at the item he placed in your hand.

An envelope. With the script you could find on every birthday card, Christmas tag, and celebratory letter you had. The familiar slant and flourish of the writing make your knees weak as you trace the ink with your hand.

il mio agnellino

Toji eyes your shirking form in the passenger side mirror. A million things wanted to say still buzzing in his head.

“At least she will finally know.” Shiu breaks the silence.

“Yeah,” he replies, watching you sliding your thumb into the envelope and prying it open. “She will.”

#toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro reader #toji x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #toji angst #jujutsu kaisen smut #dilf toji #AU!toji #toji x y/n #toji #jjk reader #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen reader #Hey neighbor

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blacksmokebarbarians · 9 months

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The Open Flame

a/n: hey there! after watching the music video, i got an interesting little idea for a blurb, so here it is! i should have some more fics coming out soon, but until then, stay tuned!

pairing: jake kiszka x fem!reader

word count: 1,400 k

warnings: mdni!!!, oral (f!recieving), waxplay, praise, basically pwp

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He was in a funk, that was obvious enough. He had barely spoke the whole evening, his stare toward the television glazed with thought, and he seemed to be completely unaware of your presence.

“Are you okay..?”

Jake’s eyes met with yours as he murmured a soft, “Hmm?”. He then nodded, his gaze returning to the series the two of you had been watching. “Yeah. I’m alright.” He shrugged. You watched as his right thumb traced his left— a habit he had when he was nervous. Something wasn’t quite right.

You leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek before taking one of his hands in yours. He adverted his gaze away, avoiding any contact with your own.

“What is it, Jakey?” You asked, studying his face as you awaited his reply.

“It’s really nothing.. I promise.” He mumbled, laying back against the couch. By now, he knew that you weren’t going to let it go.

“Hun, you can tell me what it is. I won’t be upset with you.” You assured, your voice soft as you traced gentle circles into the back of his hand.

You watched as his chest rose and fell with a deep sigh. Still keeping his sight fixated on the screen across the room, he cleared his throat. “I’ve just.. I’ve been thinking about certain things since the last time we had sex. I just.. I don’t know.” He let out a course exhale.

Your brows furrowed as you looked to him, squeezing his hand gently. “Jake, look at me..” You moved his chin towards you, prompting his eyes to meet yours. “Whatever it is, we can talk through it, okay? I want you to be satisfied with the things we do.”

His head bowed for a moment before he looked back to you. “Could we try something..?”

The two of you had made many changes to your routine over time, but it wasn’t often that he had asked to give something a go. You were unsure of where exactly this would lead, but you had promised yourself to try anything at least once. So, you flashed him a smile and a nod. “Of course we can, hun.” You leaned forward, his lips grazing yours before meeting them completely. He was gentle— his touch soft as could be as his hands beckoned you towards him, sliding your frame towards his own. Though the kiss had began rather light, it progressed quickly to engage with the passion that grew between you two.

His hands held your hips. No— gripped them. His calloused fingers grazing the skin just beneath your shirt as his body pressed against yours. Your hands slipped into his hair, tangling within it as you each exchanged hushed moans.

Your hunger for his touch only grew the more you obtained it. His hands were a force you couldn’t get enough of, and that became clear when you finally felt them trailing your sides. One skimmed down your thigh while the other found its way to your clothed breast, giving it a vigilant squeeze. With quick breaths escaping past your lips, he could tell you yearned for more.

Hurrying to unclothe yourself, you tossed your shirt off, to which he mirrored your actions with his own. His lips clashed with yours, once more, falling into a hasty rhythm as your hips pressed against his.

His hands unclasped your bra, allowing you to slip it off. Before you could even meet his lips again, he looked to you. “Is this okay..?”

He knew just how to make you feel comfortable. And, somehow, granting him consent grew your arousal even further. He leaned down, his lips meeting with your collarbone as his large hand cupped your breast. Resting your hands on his shoulder, you leaned your head back, providing him permission to take you as his.

That’s what you were. You were his. All his. And, yet, even moreso; he was yours.

His lips soon met with your rosy peaks, his hand squeezing your opposing breast as he sucked soft marks into the other. The heat between you only grew as your skin made contact, louder whines leaving your lips as he did all the work.

Soon enough, his hands were begging for your shorts to come off, his lips still hard at work pressing kisses to your chest. Allowing him to slide your shorts off, he slowly pulled away, laying you back against the couch.

Leaning above you with his hand rested on the back of the couch, he finally spoke. “Stay here.. I’ll be right back.”

As you awaited his presence once more, you began to realize that he had to have been planning something. You watched as he came back with one of the candlesticks from your kitchen table. Perplexed, you sat up, watching as he reached for one of the matchboxes that rested on your coffee table beside the couch. “What are you doing..?” You asked, your hand resting on his thigh.

“Shh.. Lay back, baby..” He soothed, his hand pressing your stomach gently, prompting you to lay back down. Clad in just your panties, you felt far more vulnerable than usual as you watched him strike the match.

“If you feel any pain, I need you to tell me, okay? Anything at all, I want to know.” He brought the flame to the wick of the candle, watching as it set ablaze. He blew the stick out, throwing it onto the table before turning his attention back to you.

He gently pushed your legs apart, allowing one to rest over his hip. He watched as the candle began to melt, holding it just above your thigh.

With a sharp gasp, your hand gripped the couch. The heated wax dropped from the wick, dripping down the center of your thigh towards your core. “Oh my god..” You mumbled, feeling as the wax took its shape around your thigh.

Another drip, the sensation just as sensitive as the last. You watched as Jake bit his lip, watching the liquid harden across your leg. He left drops down your stomach, guiding them up to your breasts. The hot glaze met with your supple bosom, moans beginning to erupt from you. Your legs pressed together, begging for any sort of friction against your core.

Watching Jake’s satisfaction as you squirmed only caused your arousal to increase. “Such a good girl.. Such a good little slut..” He cooed.

With one last drip, he blew the candle out, resting it on the table before bringing his hand to the fabric of your panties. His fingers toyed with the lace, pressing against your heat.

“Fuck.. Jake, Please.. Please, Sir..” You begged, your voice becoming hoarse with each moan. “I need you..”

And just like that, he slipped the lace from your legs, his tongue meeting with your clitoris as his digits traced your slit. He plunged a finger deep into your core, your slick enveloping his hand.

The room filled with the messy sounds of your whimpers and the work he did below. Your back arched as he slipped yet another finger into you, the rhythm of his mouth not faltering in the slightest. You squeezed your eyes shut as you leaned back into the throw pillows, his speed growing with every thrust of his hand.

He groaned against your cunt, completely satisfied with pleasing you. He had a hunger for your taste— When he finally got it, it was pure euphoria; Almost better than an orgasm.

You inched closer and closer to your sweet release, your hands gripping his waves as your hips bucked forward. “Please.. Please, don’t stop, please please…” You begged, prompting his determination more and more.

Finally, you felt your climax crash against you, his touch continuing as you rode the pleasure out. “Oh fuck.. fuckfuckfuckfuck..”

As you overcame your culmination, your legs shook. His movements slowed, as did your breath. He glanced up to you with half-lidded eyes, slipping his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal. He leaned forward, kissing the mound of your pelvis before leaving another just below your bellybutton.

“You did so well, darling.. So fucking well..” He praised, his hands resting on your thighs.

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hlficlibrary · 3 months

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do you have fics with taylor swift/travis alike storyline?

Hmmm...Okay, so maybe like singer/athlete fics...let me know if you were thinking of a different kind of thing here...

burn this flame by rainbowninja167 / @rainbowtitania

“You’ve played keeper before?” Tomlinson asks suspiciously, hands on his waist.

“Er, yeah,” Harry coughs. “Loads of times.”

“Alright Popstar, if you’re sure,” Tomlinson tells him with a shrug, his professional expression already curling into laughter. Harry tries not to read too much into it. After all, how hard can goalkeeping really be?

When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry's otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise.

so grab your passport and my hand by @infinitelymint

The one in which Louis plays football and Harry sings a lot, and somehow that means they're meant to be. They'll figure it out soon enough.

Glass Closets and Greenhouses by TiredTiredTz

Charlton Athletic defender Louis Tomlinson and worldwide sex symbol Harry Styles are rumoured to be hooking up after a viral video filmed at Harry’s Wembley show was posted online by Tommo’s twin sisters.

Sources close to the pair tell us the couple have been dating for a while, with rumours of house hunting, marriage and even kids on the cards!

Styles, 29, is as well known for his whirlwind love life as his chart topping music. Most recently linked to British fashion designer Alex Millet-Sloan, Harry has stayed tight-lipped on rumours of any romantic rendezvous between himself and footballer Tomlinson, 31, yet fans online are convinced that all evidence points to #Tomlinstyles being the real deal.

#ask #anon #ficrec #minificrecs #famouslouis #famousharry #athletelouis #singerharry #footballplayerlouis #tiredtiredtz #infinitelymint #rainbowninja167

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muertawrites · 2 years

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omg I saw that little note at the end about you maybe making a fic based off sk8er boi 👀 can’t wait if you decide to write it!!

A Girl You Used to Know (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Word Count: 900 (exactly too??? i'm a fucking witch. not editing this.)

Author's Note: did i watch a nearly 20 year old sims 2 music video for this song to psych myself up for writing this? no shame in admitting i did. is this a direct callout post to all the cheerleader!reader fics polluting this godforsaken hellsite? maybe. we'll see how much hate mail i have to ignore. this one is for my alt babes. we all know eddie would like us better.

"I can't do this anymore."

She blinked, uncomprehending.

"What?"

Eddie huffed. He uncrossed his arms, shoulders hunching, tense. Angry.

"I can't keep... fucking you like I don't feel anything for you. Like you don't get off on the fact that I'm corrupting you or some shit. Sneaking around while you're too ashamed to go out in fucking public with me."

She laughed, and he seethed. The broad actually laughed at him.

"Are you serious?" she quipped. "You're dumping me? You're dumping me. Eddie 'The Freak' is dumping the one girl in Hawkins who can have anyone she wants."

"Yeah," he spat back at her. "I am. And I have a feeling I'm not gonna regret it."

She cackled, waving her manicured hand in his face as if to dismiss him.

"That's so rich!" she cheered. "You really are as dumb as they say. You clearly don't realize how totally out of your league I am. How lucky you are that I even let you kiss me in the first place, let alone take my virginity."

"Well, if I could give it back to you, I would. I don't want any part of you anymore. I'm done being used for whatever sick fetish you're trying to fulfill."

The conversation comes back to him vividly, playing out almost in real time as she approaches him. She's definitely out of place here - blonde hair immaculately curled, pinned back with a pearl barrette, white mini skirt under a powder blue sweater. But she smiles at him all the same, running into his arms like the lover he once thought she was.

"Eddie!" she squeals.

"Bethany," he deadpans. His arms go weak at her sides, falling limp with disdain. Her perfume is way too strong, too musky; he gags on the toxic cloud that envelops him.

"I'm so proud of you!" the little cherub squeaks as they part. "I saw your music video on MTV the other day and just had to come see you! You're, like, a major rockstar now!"

She giggles in the way she thinks is infectious, but is actually just vapid. Empty. A hand raises to her cheek to swipe at a stray curl that's stuck in her lip gloss, and Eddie can't ignore the glint of the diamond on her ring finger.

"I didn't think you liked metal," is all he can bring himself to say.

"What, I can't support an old flame?" she asks, giggling still. The sound grates at the inside of his skull.

"You know I'm married," he blurts.

It's a lie, but she blanches all the same.

"O...Oh?"

Her smile falters and she can't hide it. Head cheerleader, homecoming queen, the princess of Hawkins, Indiana has lost her flawless grace.

"Yeah," Eddie confirms.

"But you don't wear a ring?"

"Looks like you do, though."

Your voice cuts through the backstage din, sidling up next to Eddie and wrapping a protective arm around his waist. He physically calms, melting into your touch as easily as he would a warm shower. He gives your bum an appreciative squeeze, loving your vicious gall against the groupies.

"Bethany," he announces smugly, "this is my girlfriend."

"Pleased to meet you!" You smile, holding out a hand for the woman to shake. She takes it reluctantly, the spread of her lips entirely forced.

"I thought you said you were married," she practically growls.

"Well, common law," you state. "We've lived together for what... a year now? Anyway. You're Bethany! Eddie's told me so much about you." You don't give her the decency of keeping the venom from your tongue. "He actually wrote a song about you!"

She perks up at that, seeing something she can hold against you.

"He did?" she coos. "Oh, he was always such a romantic. Which one was it?"

"It's not released yet," Eddie tells her. "I'm actually letting her do the vocals. She sang the demo and the label loved her too much to let me take over."

He grins proudly, hugging you even closer to his side. Bethany looks like she's going to fucking explode.

"We'll send you an LP when we get the final cut!" you offer. "Here, give us your address."

You hand her a bar napkin and an eyeliner pencil, which she sneers at but accepts. After scribbling down the information, she passes it back to Eddie, who grins as his eyes scan over it.

"Still in good ol' Hawkins," he notes. "And your name's Carver now? You actually married that fucking prick?"

You halfheartedly smack his chest, shaking your head at Bethany.

"Guys like him," you muse. "Can't take them anywhere, can you?"

Your eyes cut into hers like twin chainsaws. She's so worked up she's practically vibrating with resentment.

"Well," she ekes, "it was... wonderful to see you again, Eddie. And to meet your... lovely... girlfriend."

She spits the word like used tobacco.

You and Eddie wait until she's around the corner to collapse into hysterics, leaning against each other for support as you savor her absolute destruction.

A few months later, Bethany drives to the grocery store, her infant son screaming in the back seat. She turns up the radio to drown him out, only for the disc jockey to introduce a familiar name: Corroded Coffin.

The lyrics that flow through her speakers make her grip the steering wheel with white-knuckled rage.

Too bad that you couldn't see,

See the man that boy could be.

There is more than meets the eye.

I see the soul that is inside.

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

#this fic brought to you by the aggressive canadian way avril says 'sorry' in this song #muerta's works #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x alt!reader #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #corroded coffin #eddie munson

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queer-coded-camaro-driver · 2 years

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MCR’s History with Yo Gabba Gabba

So many people post about how weird it is that the everlasting-emo band My Chemical Romance appeared and performed on the children’s television show “Yo Gabba Gabba”.

So let me tell you why they did that, and why the aftermath is so damn cool.

Once upon a time, in the year 1997, a superhero-themed ska band known as The Aquabats made a goofy, low-budget music video for their song “Super Rad”, which featured a Godzilla-style costume monster...

Recognize him? You should!

This Aquabats villain is the earliest form of “Muno”, who was acted and voiced on Yo Gabba Gabba by Adam Deibert (aka Prince Adam of the Aquabats). The lead singer of the Aquabats and their founder, Christian Jacobs (M.C. Bat Commander) also happens to be the creative director and executive producer of Yo Gabba Gabba.

So when Gerard Way said that he’d love to do a cameo on YGG during an interview at SDCC in 2011 (while promoting his Danger Days comic series), Jacobs got in touch. As fans of each others’ music, it was a natural fit, and after MCR made their YGG cameo, Way and Jacobs kept in contact.

A couple years later in 2013, Jacobs invited Way to write and direct an episode of The Aquabats! Super Show! This collaborative episode features The Aquabats fighting their evil counterparts, The Antibats (and their fake band, Asthma), led by Mikey Way.

Other guest starring bands on YGG include Jimmy Eat World, The Killers, Devo, Taking Back Sunday, Weezer, MGMT, the Ting Tings, and The Flaming Lips. Regular segments on the show included Biz Markie’s Beat of the Day and Mark’s Magic Pictures, featuring Mark Mothersbaugh of Devo.

Suffice to say, Christian Jacobs’ early ska career in the 90′s set him up to create two very different but incredibly fun children’s shows; both of which have introduced young kids to revolutionary bands and their generally positive messages.

And if you liked seeing MCR show up for seemingly no reason on Yo Gabba Gabba, you’ll fucking LOVE The Aquabats! Super Show!

In fact, you should go check it out on their YouTube channel right now, where a good amount of the episodes are free. Fuck, even Rhys Darby of Our Flag Means Death fame showed up on the Shark Fighter! episode of TA!SS!

I’ve seen The Aquabats live and would love to do so again. Their concerts are super fun, engaging, and aimed primarily at children (Pizza Friday dance party anyone?). They just want people to be kinder, enjoy music, and have fun together.

So yeah... Emo kids should 110% be supporting the ska scene and vice versa. Listen to some Aquabats and MCR, support both bands whenever possible, and remember that we’re all friends here. Every snowflake is special!

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Lestat/Daniel

First sentence: Hey! Where is that hand going?!

This went in a direction I didn't expect but I had fun with it and I hope you'll have fun with it, too! I don't usually write this way, either, so it's a bit of an experiment and I hope it works.

“Hey, where is that hand going?” Lestat smiles teasingly at Daniel as he reaches for his jeans, to pull the little box of cigarettes from his front pocket.

Daniel gives him an exasperated look but it’s temperated by the elation in him, the joy from the concert they’ve just left. Lestat can smell the blood and sweat on him from jumping and dancing around to the music.

He puts the cigarette to his lips and flicks the lighter until a tiny flame dances on the top. He touches the cigarette to his lips and inhales, his dead lungs expanding in his chest. Lestat can hear the breath move into them and the way his heart speeds up almost imperceptibility. He offers Lestat the box.

Lestat holds up a hand in refusal. Daniel shrugs and puts the box back in his pocket, creating a small bulge over his hip. Lestat’s eyes trail to the other bulge beneath his jeans and he smiles to himself. Such a mortal thing to notice. Such mortal desires. But then he’s not immune to the pleasures of the flesh. They’re no longer the same as when he was a human boy, but no less intense.

He watches Daniel smoke, the cigarette held between two long fingers that bring it to his soft lips. His blond hair is damp with blood sweat near the roots and the aroma is intoxicating. Lestat moves closer without realizing and Daniel looks at him.

The look stops his heart. It’s so open with the hint of a soft smile on his youthful face. Lestat can see plainly how this boy captivated Armand so quickly. With his tenacity and boldness, surely, but no doubt his beauty played a part. He’s a captivating creature. And yet there’s a casualness to his movements, an almost unawareness of just how alluring it is when he sucks on the cigarette, his lips puckering around it.

“Did you like the band?” Daniel asks, shifting nervously under Lestat’s gaze. Lestat turns away, watching the rest of the crowd exiting the building, their hearts hammering at frenetic tempos. They smell of sweat, beer, and hairspray, the faint smell of marijuana lingering in the air.

“They had a good energy, though I was tempted to go up there and show the lead singer how it’s done.”

Daniel laughs, a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth as he does. “Yeah, well, not everyone can be The Vampire Lestat.” The cigarettes make his voice rougher and give it a texture that sets Lestat’s hair on end.

“I’ve been thinking it’s time for a reunion tour,” Lestat says. He doesn’t really mean it. Yes, he longs to do it, to be on stage again, but as much as teases Marius, he knows it’s not realistic. His new role is the role of a lifetime: the prince of all vampire kind. He works that stage brilliantly, plays the part with fervor and zeal. But sometimes when he posts videos of himself singing a few bars on the internet and the comments go wild, he wants to be on the stage again like he used to.

“Yeah, well, sign me up,” Daniel says. “I’ll work your merchandise table.”

Lestat laughs. This is what he loves about Daniel. When he says things like that, Armand will frown trying to work out how serious he is and Louis gets that familiar little wrinkle in his forehead that marks his concern. Marius will jump into a long lecture of why he can’t ever be on stage again. But Daniel simply jumps on board.

Lestat moves closer and snatches the cigarette from his fingers. Again, Daniel gives him that exasperated look, the one perfected over years with Armand. There’s no real rancor in it, though. Lestat touches the cigarette to his lips, slightly moist from Daniel’s mouth, and inhales. The smoke is hot, filling his lungs with dry, crackling air. Daniel takes it back, putting it right to his own mouth and leaving it there hanging on his lip as he runs his fingers through his blond hair.

“You can be my tour manager,” Lestat says.

“I know you’re joking but if you want, we could make it happen,” Daniel says.

Lestat’s pulse quickens. He imagines the heat of the lights, the microphone in his hand, the crowd in front of him going berserk like they did for this mediocre local rock band.

“Armand has connections in the music scene here, he could secure a venue. Maybe even this one.” Daniel gestures behind him. “We could sell you as a cover artist. Get you a back up band for one night. No one would think it was really you but…” He shrugs. “Could be fun.”

It could be fun. Lestat can imagine it clearly enough. He can wear a costume similar to one of his more famous ones and go wild with the hair and makeup. He’ll be an impersonator to the audience, playing a role.

“The role I was born to play,” he mumbles.

“Yourself?” Daniel snorts. He drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds it out with his shoe. “Yeah, man, it’d be cool.”

Lestat considers. Puts his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and pulls him into a hug right there on the street. No one cares. That’s the best thing about this modern age in the big city. No one really pays attention to anyone else. Everyone is too busy stumbling out of the venue, heading for the subway or a taxi, or a bar.

“Let’s get a drink,” Lestat says.

Daniel gives him a sidelong look, and his thoughts are easy enough to read. But he vocalizes his question anyway: “What kind of drink?”

Daniel is young and he’s fed. He has no need of blood right now, though Lestat is tempted to take him somewhere dark and quiet and offer him some regardless.

“In a bar! Let’s follow the crowd.”

“Sure. I actually know a good place three blocks down,” Daniel says.

Lestat grins. He lowers his arm so it’s around Daniel’s waist and Daniel puts his arm around Lestat’s waist in turn. They walk together, milling through the crowd. “If were to do this show—a one night only engagement you understand—“

Daniel nods. “Obviously.”

“Do you really think Armand would help?”

“Of course! He’ll love the idea. Getting to dress you up in 80s rockstar regalia and watch you perform? He’ll be first in line.”

“I suppose you and your maker get up to plenty of trouble in this town,” Lestat says.

Daniel snorts. “You can say that.”

The idea is stuck in his head now, and he can’t stop thinking of which songs he’ll want to do, how many rehearsals it’ll take with a new band, how much time they’ll need. “What about the others?” Lestat asks, as they stop at the curb and wait to cross.

Daniel considers, worrying his lip. It’s an extremely human gesture. Louis might be the most human of them all but Daniel has retained so much of his humanity, and Lestat enjoys that about him, too. “I think Louis will come around once we explain the whole impersonator part.”

“Hm.” Lestat can picture Louis’ elegant face shifting into disapproval, but then he remembers their reunion in the 80s, and how delicious it was. How delicious it always is to see him worried and perturbed and to prove him wrong. Besides, he’ll love it, too. Perhaps even more than rest, not that he’ll ever admit it. “Good. Then we should start making plans immediately.”

The light changes for them to cross, and Daniel hesitates. Lestat can hear the uncertainty in his thoughts, not for this crazed concert venture, but whether it’d be best to go back to Trinity Gate and enlist Armand’s help immediately, or whether they can do some basic planning at the bar. Lestat is still buzzing from the energy of the show and his new plan for a show of his own and he wants to be in a lively setting, surrounded by people.

“To the bar, Danny,” Lestat says, giving him a hard pat on his ass. “You can call your maker and have him join us there. He can bring a computer.”

Daniel laughs and shakes his head and they head across the street.

#daniel molloy #lestat #lestat/daniel #lestat de lioncourt #first sentence game #post-canon shenanigans #vc fanfic #my fic #vampire chronicles #vc #this was supposed to head in a smuttier direction but then lestat got all hung up on the concert thing so #they will make out later don't worry #maybe annoy armand until they pull him in

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phobia-sweets · 1 year

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Okay, so how would different villains react to a vigilante reader doing this to them in the middle of a fight

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbq6LVV/

Also I absolutely adore your fic and writing, please and thank you, and have an amazing day

used the freedom of getting to choose myself to practice writing music meister :3

(also im glad(?) to inform you i got that video on my fyp like two hours after getting this request lmao)

OH AND THANKYOU THAT MEANS A LOT i hope you also have a good day!!!

General! Music Meister & Firefly x reader

Warnings & Notes: None?? i got carried away w firefly, not proofread (reader is a bit dumb at the end of firefly's part lmao)

MUSIC MEISTER

During your time as a vigilante, you had learned to always bring earplugs wherever you went, just in case if you bumped into him.

“You do know your trick doesn’t work on me, right?” You chuckled, adjusting your domino mask. The music meister – or Darius, had taken control of the Gotham city opera house, where the both of you currently were. Luckily for you there were no civilians present when he took control – except for some guards, Who had left – leaving you alone with him.

“One of these days, you will be the one to do my bidding” he started, “It’ll be just a matter of time.”

Now, technically taking care of him without anyone to control should be easy, but you didn’t really want to hurt him. But then again, What were the chances there actually were people there being controlled, but just hiding, waiting for you to attack? You wouldn’t put it past him to plan that, he was quite smart. “Why won’t you just be good for once and give up voluntarily?” You suggested, and was met with him chuckling. “If you won’t, I still have a card up my sleeve.”

“Oh?”

You walked closer to him, To which he didn’t react – planning something? Were you playing into a plan he had in his head? Fuck it, you already started going through with this, may as well go for it. You were maybe a meter away from him when you practically jumped up to him, placing a kiss on his lips. He made a sound of surprise, eyes wide as he looked at you, a sweet red creeping up to his cheeks.

Then you handcuffed him. “Sorry, Darius.”

GARFIELD LYNNS

Adding a cape to your uniform was one of the purely aesthetic choices you made. In your defense, capes were really cool. Unfortunately, They could be very inconvenient when they got stuck. Especially when there was a specific pyromaniac trying to immolate you. Trying to pull your cape from under some barrels that had fallen, you heard him -

“There’s going to be nothing but ash left when I’m done with you!” Firefly yelled, sharply inhaling as he landed a few feet away from you and adjusting his grip on his flamethrower. You turned to quickly look at your utility belt, spotting the butterfly knife on its usual spot. Turning to face Firefly, you sighed,

“We’re not done yet.” You straightened your back, watching as he walked closer. You took the knife, making sure he didn’t see it and starting to cut your cape off.

He laughed. “You will burn with gotham tonight-”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me that quite a few times already.” You interrupted him, and regretted it almost immadietly when you felt the warmth of the flames from the flamethrower come dangerously close as he fired it for just a second.

“Any last words, hero?” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “before I melt your face off?”

“I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“Heh heh, Too bad.” He laughed. You needed time. You knew that. If you didn’t find a way to either keep him talking or catch him off guard, you’d be as good as dead.

“Wouldn’t you prefer a nice slow burn over an explosion?” You questioned, Motioning to the barrels of… What ever was in them. You didn’t know, but it probably wouldn’t mix well with fire.

He stopped. Probably considering whether to blow you up or burn you. You cut the last bit of fabric off of your cape, free to move. Lunging towards Firefly, you pushed away his flamethrower, one risk taken care of. Now you just had to restrain him. You needed to catch him offguard. So you almost instinctively tried to place a kiss on his lips, but was met with the cold surface of his helmet. But hey, it worked. He stumbled backwards and you seized the opportunity to tackle him to the ground and tie his hands together.

“I could’ve taken my helmet off for that, hot stu-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

#music meister x reader #darius chapel x reader #firefly x reader #garfield lynns x reader

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petruchio · 25 days

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NOOO i was being sarcastic lol sorry, i meant like the songs that are considered to be taylors great songs, by like the world

HAHAHA ok yeah well in that case i would honestly stand by my original top 10 list!! but here are 5 honorable mentions that didn't make that original cut

you're on your own kid -- if midnights gave us one good thing it was this song. holy shit. i can't believe she didn't release this as a single and do like, a career retrospective style music video for it -- i feel like that could've been so beautiful. that instrumental that comes before the final chorus/bridge just FEELS like a montage waiting to happen (side note but thats what i always wish she'd leaned more into with midnights -- she could've done so much cool stuff with the "career retrospective" aspects of that album, which would've dovetailed so nicely with the eras tour/rerecording eras -- and instead it was like, 70s night aesthetic? idk i just wish she'd really leaned into the whole "exploring my past through my present lens" part of midnights bc like, yeah that was cool!! idk why you didn't talk about that more actually!)

seven -- what an insane song. like the whole first verse is just perfection to me lyrically and her like wistful vocals in the high register over that gorgeous piano line... perfection. no notes. perfect song

holy ground -- sorry but the re recording of this song sucks, but the original is so good. those driving drums, the backing vocals in the final chorus, the ... desperation in her voice -- i love it!! and it has some amazing lyrics -- i love "while having coffee all alone" (wonderful image that ties so sweetly into begin again "on a wednesday in a cafe" -- like on red, we go from the lovers being together but hidden from the world in state of grace "we are alone just you and me, up in your room and our slates are clean" and alone in the kitchen in all too well "dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light" and then she kind of emerges out into the world in holy ground in that coffee all alone line, and then by the end she meets someone new but they're in a cafe together -- idk i just kinda love that progression) and also the line "back when you fit my poems like a perfect rhyme" being a perfect rhyme with "time" -- it's so clever and cool. love that one too (holy ground and state of grace are like sisters to me tbh, being the best songs on red and they kind of speak to each other -- i mentioned the alone/together part but there's also "i'm walking fast through the traffic lights" vs. "took off faster than a green light go" which is also a connection i love.)

invisible string -- i can't quite believe i didn't include it in my original list. it might be my favorite song she's ever written. also the guitar they use on the recording is so cool, i loved getting to see it in the long pond sessions. "time, mystical time, cutting me open and healing me fine" is just <33333 so beautiful

this love -- i feel like this love doesn't get enough credit for how much work it’s doing on 1989 because it's more understated but i just think it's SO BEAUTIFUL. i've said before it ties together so much of the 1989 imagery and has so many callbacks to other songs but still stands alone so beautifully -- like all the water imagery tying into clean but the "lantern burning" connecting to all the fire/flames on 1989.... so perfect. the comparison of a lover coming and going to the tide... obsessed?? and "been losing grip on sinking ships" / "loose lips sink ships all the damn time" and "struggled through the night with someone new" / "you been out and about with some other girl [...] i been there too a few times" and "this love is alive back from the dead" / "stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain" and "in silent screams and wildest dreams" / "say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams" ugh I COULD GO ON (and on on and on AND I WILL) -- i love that songggggggg

#answered #anonymous #taylor swift

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inkpens-coffee · 1 year

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Maruki Week 2023 - Day 1 🍎

Research / New Start / Music

Takuto’s mother was right. There really isn’t a damn thing rewarding about science. He thinks about her words as he watches years of research go up in flames. Literally.

The bonfire was Shibusawa’s idea; that burning the past would help him let go of it. Even though it’s good for him, Takuto’s heart aches as his life’s work burns in front of him; those heavily annotated books on the human mind, printed articles on cognitive psience and his beloved research paper gone for good. Takuto sheds a few tears as he brings the wine glass in his hand to his lips. This is for the better, he tells himself.

“That’s all of it, right?” Shibusawa is in the lawn chair next to him. “Every last thing?”

“Mhmm,” Takuto nods.

“Nothing else backed up on the cloud or thumb drive anywhere?”

“Uh…”

Shibusawa furrows his brow before sighing and drinking his wine. “I’m taking your computer for the night, you’ll get it back tomorrow morning.”

“Ok…” Takuto tapped his nails against the wine glass, focusing his attention on the embers floating around. Shibusawa had been nothing but supportive to him on his path to recovery. That morning after the collapse of his Palace, Shibusawa was the first person Takuto called. The second his friend arrived, Takuto collapsed into his arms sobbing hysterically. Shibusawa didn’t leave his side the entire day, even stayed the night take make sure he was safe.

“So, now that you’ve burned your past, what are you planning on doing next? You gonna go back to school?” He asked.

“No… I think I need time to do something nice for myself.”

“Hey, you could pick up one of your old hobbies! Do you still have that guitar from high school? Ladies love a music man!”

“God no, I only ever learned one song and you said it was cringe!” Takuto whined.

“Ok, ok,” Shibusawa swirled the wine in his glass around. “What about painting? You liked that didn’t you?”

“Too expensive.”

“I got it! How about being an assistant to a super cool wedding photographer?”

“Weren’t you just complaining about how stressful it was dealing with wedding parties yesterday?” Takuto laughed as his friend groaned dramatically. Shibusawa downed the rest of his wine and set the glass aside.

“Alright, so photography’s not for you. I’m just spitballing ideas here, whatever you think will be good for you is good enough for me, Takuto. Anything is better than killing yourself over cognitive psience.”

When Takuto opened his mouth to reply, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out to see the notification on the screen:

‘coffeejoker recently shared a new reel’

Takuto doesn’t remember when he followed Ren’s instagram account but he was glad he did. Recently the boy had gotten really into aerial hoops along with a couple of the former Phantom Thieves. Todays video was of him twirling upside down on the hoop, wearing a pure white leotard while the most ethereal sounding song playing. Sumire could be seen filming in the mirror in the background. Ren looked so happy, so at peace. Takuto slowly smiled.

“Remember when Rumi signed us up for couples aerial silk classes?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t she quit after the first one?” Both of them laughed.

“The second one! She tied herself in the silk wrong and got stuck upside down for almost an hour, god, she was so upset after!”

“Oh man! Fingers crossed my girl doesn’t drag me to any type of dance classes, I do not have the grace for that,” Shibusawa said through laughs.

Takuto wiped a few tears from his eyes, Ren’s video replaying on his phone. The music sounded so nice, listening to it while spinning on the hoop must’ve been such a soothing experience for Ren.

“I kinda liked the class though… being on the silk made me feel like I was flying, it was nice…”

Shibusawa studied the calm look on Takuto’s face as he watched that kid’s dance video. He’s not ashamed to admit he thinks his friend is beautiful, stunning really. He’s asked Takuto to model for his aesthetic photography more than once only for him to timidly decline, saying he didn’t have the right look. Shibusawa’s eyes darted to Ren’s video. He grinned and stood up.

“Ok then. We’ll go scout out some dance studios tomorrow when you get off work.” He said.

“Huh?” Takuto looked up from his phone.

“Dance students need photographers, right? Who knows, maybe it’s better business than weddings!”

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

Shibusawa just smiled at his friend and pat his back. “Aerial dance classes. No harm in trying them out again, right? I’m gonna go fill these back up,”

He took Takuto’s empty glass and his own before going back in the house. The doctor sat there quiet for a moment. He looked back at the dwindling fire, the books and papers reduced to ash at this point. He stared at the flame for a moment before tapping the replay button on Ren’s video one more time. Takuto cradled the phone in his hand, quietly humming along to the pleasant song.

#MARUKI ON AERIAL SILKS #leave me alone I’m obsessed with Mel’s new album right now #p5r #persona 5 royal #takuto maruki #p5r shibusawa #takutomarukiweek2023 #ren amamiya #roommates au #if you squint #Spotify

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pookha · 1 year

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From Friendzoned to New Friend Zone

Rated T

Vee asks Masha to go to Grom with her and gets friendzoned. She doesn't want to go, but when Luz begs her to go, she makes a new friend there. Two basilisks are hiding in Hexside and one doesn't want to hide anymore. With Vee's help, Otto will join the students at Hexside and do what he wants to do most: play music.

Ethan stood up and wiped off his pants.

“Sorry, gotta go to work; see y’all later at Cal’s?”

Vee shook her head, but Masha nodded.

“I’ve got practice today and can’t make it,” Vee said. Softball had taken over her afternoons and in spring she was going to try out for the boys’ baseball team and would likely make it.

“I’ll be there; I don’t have to work today.” Masha waved as Ethan walked away.

“Got time for one more VOD?” Masha asked.

Vee looked at her phone.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Masha started the VOD and laughed as the guys on the stream started pranking each other. Vee watched their lips twitch as they laughed and her eyes went to the gap in between Masha’s front teeth. Masha noticed that Vee wasn’t watching the video and paused it.

“Gonna just watch me?” they asked, laughing.

Vee blushed crimson and lowered her head.

“I—I’m sorry!” she blurted.

Masha put their hand on Vee’s face.

“What’s up?” they asked. Vee put her hand over Masha’s and held their hand to her face.

“I—I—” Vee stuttered again.

“Oh, honey,” Masha said. Vee thought they knew what she wanted to say.

“I wanted to ask you to Grom in the Boiling Isles.” Vee’s words all ran together and her face flamed even more.

“As my date,” Vee clarified, seeing the look on Masha’s face.

Masha squeezed Vee’s cheek gently.

“Oh, Vee; I’m sorry. I’ll go with you as your friend, but I can’t go as your date.” They sighed.

Vee lowered her head and tears began leaking out from under Masha’s hand.

“I thought that was what you’d say,” Vee gulped around tears.

“I should have known you didn’t feel the same way.” Now Vee was sobbing.

Masha scooted forward on the grass and hugged Vee tightly. Vee put her head in Masha’s shoulder while Masha stroked her back.

“You’re my friend. You’ll always be my friend, but I don’t feel that way about you.”

Masha sighed.

“Look, I haven’t told anyone this yet, but I don’t know if I feel that way about anyone . I’m Aro.”

Vee looked up from Masha’s shoulder and met their eyes.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t know.” Vee’s tears slowed. She pulled away from Masha who let her go reluctantly.

“Like I said, I haven’t told anyone. You couldn’t have known. I know it has to hurt, but I meant what I said; I’ll always be your friend.”

“Friendzoned,” Vee said with a bit of bitterness.

“Is that so bad?” Masha asked.

“No,” Vee lied, “it’s not so bad.”

She looked at her phone again.

“I’ve got to go to practice.”

She stood to go. Masha stood with her and hugged her. When Vee pulled away, their hands lingered on each other for one second, then two, then Vee walked away, her shoulders slumped.

A few weeks later, Luz pounded on Vee’s door.

“C’mon we’re going to be late!” Luz yelled through the door.

Vee put her head down in her damp pillow and yelled back.

“I’m not going!”

The door opened and then closed. Vee heard Luz’s footsteps come closer and then felt her weight on the bed as she sat. She put her hand on the back of Vee’s neck and rubbed it gently.

“You should come, it’ll be fun and you haven’t done anything fun for weeks.” Luz’s voice was gentle.

“I don’t want to go,” Vee whined.

“I won’t make you, but how long has it been since you’ve seen Gus and Hunter? They’ll be there, too.”

“Yeah, you’ll be there with Amity and Hunter with Willow and I’ll be there with no one.” Vee’s voice was thick.

“So will Gus, and Skara, and…and…Boscha,” Luz finished lamely.

Now Vee laughed.

“Who’d date Boscha?” she said.

“My point stands though; not everyone there will have a date. It’ll be fun, especially since Grometheus hasn’t matured yet, so the Grom King and Queen will just be symbolic this year and no one will have to face their fears.”

“Do you think Gus would dance with me?” Vee asked. She always got along best with Gus out of anyone in the Hexsquad.

“If you ask him he’ll dance with you. Amity and I will dance with you, too.”

“Promise?” Vee asked, looking up.

“Promise,” Luz said, holding out her hand. She stood up and Vee took her hand and stood up, too.

Luz grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and handed them to Vee. Vee wiped her face and then shifted to human.

“Going as a human?” Luz asked.

Vee shook her head.

“When we get to the Boiling Isles I’ll change.”

Luz laughed.

“It’s no fair that you can just poof and have a fancy dress when I have to spend so much time dressing and getting ready.”

She punched Vee’s arm, who laughed a genuine laugh for the first time in weeks.

“Basilisk’s prerogative,” she laughed again.

They said their goodbyes to Camila who insisted on pictures. They went through the portal in the abandoned house and then to the Owl House where Luz got ready. Amity showed up a few minutes after Luz had gotten dressed with pink flowers picked from the previous year’s Grom tree: their Grom tree. Right before they left, Vee shifted into her basilisk form and a traditional yellow dress. It flowed nicely and was well-tailored, but it was part of her. Luz held out a velvet box to Vee.

“Mom wanted you to wear this. She wore it to her first dance with my dad in college.”

Vee opened it. It was a pearl necklace that felt like real pearls. On Camila it was a necklace, but on Vee’s thicker basilisk neck it was a choker. She adjusted her size until it fit perfectly. Luz clasped it shut under her hair and smiled at Vee.

“It looks better on you than it would on me,” Luz said and Vee blushed.

Vee handed the box back to Luz, who tucked it into a pocket in her slacks.

“Is that a box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, Noceda?” Amity joked.

“Both,” Luz said and they all laughed as they walked to Hexside making small talk. Amity was really curious about softball and baseball and tried to understand why making the boys’ team for baseball was a big deal.

The teacher at the door stared at Vee and wouldn’t let her in at first because she wasn’t a student. Luz went in and came out with Gus.

“She’s my date,” Gus said, taking Vee’s arm.

The teacher still hesitated.

“I’m not sure if I can let a basilisk in,” they said finally.

Luz went in and found Principal Bump, who had a word with the teacher off to the side. The teacher came back to the door and waved them all in with a pinched, sour look on their face.

“Thanks, Princey B!” Luz shouted back.

He frowned, then smiled and waved at them.

When Amity and Luz came in, the buzz in the room got louder as people noticed them; they were the saviors of the Boiling Isles after all, but then Vee came in with Gus and the room went silent. The buzz started again, with students talking with their hands over their mouths. A student playing a guitar-like instrument on stage paused and stared openly at Vee and only started again when his neighbor nudged him.

Vee felt the eyes on her and noticed that most of the students gave her a wide berth. So did Gus.

“Forget them. Dance with me!” He yanked her onto the dance floor as a fast song started. He deliberately flailed around, dancing more poorly than Vee knew he could. She smiled and flailed with him. He laughed then as the music slowed, he pulled her into an embrace and danced slow with her. Vee knew it wasn’t meant as a romantic gesture as neither of them felt that way about the other, but she liked the dance anyway. When it was over, Gus kissed her on the cheek and they went to the side to get some punch and a cookie.

Skara gave Vee a hug and it was like a dam burst and most of the students didn’t avoid her anymore. Skara had visited with Viney a few times to look at Gravesfield and go to Camila’s clinic to see the animals and how they were healed here. She denied they were dating, but they were always together now, so Vee wasn’t sure. On cue, Viney came up and took Skara’s hand and dragged her to the dance floor.

Vee felt a tap on her shoulder. It was the guitar player from the stage. His long lank hair made her think of Ethan back in the Human Realm and she smiled at him.

“Dance?” he asked in a surprisingly rich, mellow voice.

“Sure,” Vee said and took his hand. He walked with a smooth gait and his hand in hers was warm and dry. When they danced, it was like they had known each other all their lives and they synced perfectly. Other couples gave them room on the dance floor and when the song was done, some of them applauded. Another fast song started and they danced again, mirroring each other, taking turns leading. He dipped Vee in a deep dip and she snapped back up. This time the students applauded longer. A slow song started and he led her off the dance floor. She was grateful to not slow dance with a stranger.

“I’m Otto,” he said and held out his hand.

Vee shook it and said, “Vee.”

He nodded.

“I couldn’t believe it when I saw a basilisk here, not in disguise.” He took her hand again and suddenly she felt claws in her hand. Her eyes widened as she understood: he was a basilisk also.

“Want to go outside for some fresh air?” he asked and she nodded.

She caught Luz’s eyes and flicked her head outside. Luz smiled and nodded; she’d watch out for Vee.

Otto and Vee went out the door and around the side of the building hand-in-hand. He kept his claws out and Vee ran her claws over his.

“How?” she asked and he shook his head, indicating the couple making out a few feet away. They walked on twenty or thirty feet more before he let go of her hand.

“I escaped after you did. You’re Number Five, right?” he asked. He shifted his hand back to witch shape.

“I go by Vee now, but yes.” Vee’s eyes widened again.

“Otto! Number Eight!”

“Shh, shh, not so loud,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to hide anymore, do you?” Vee asked.

“You saw how it was when you came in. Everyone was suspicious. They know basilisks are extinct and dangerous and one came here last year and hurt a bunch of people. They’d never trust me.” He sighed.

“I think Principal Bump would,” Vee whispered back.

“He might, or he might not, but the students wouldn’t.”

“Some of them would. You’re a bard, let Skara know; she’s okay.” Vee smiled.

“I know she was Boscha’s friend and she’s kinda cold sometimes.” His eyes were guarded.

“Nah, she’s changed. She’s still popular, though and a lot of the others would follow her lead. Also, Luz, Amity, Gus, Willow and Hunter will be there and they’ll support you.”

“I don’t know them, though and I don’t know if I can trust them.”

“I trust them. Luz is my sister and one thing about Luz is she’ll do what’s right. She’ll be there for you and that means the rest will, too.”

They both turned at a voice from behind them.

“Otto!” it hissed.

It was a girl in a blue princess dress. Vee immediately recognized the yellow trim on it as not real.

“Number Nine?” she asked in a whisper.

The girl rounded on her.

“Yes! Not so fucking loud, all right?” Her face was twisted.

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her that I was here, but that’s it. I didn’t tell her about you, Nona, but now you’re here, that secret’s out.”

Nona closed her eyes and Vee could see her lips moving as she counted to ten.

“I was telling Otto that you guys should come out. Bump and my sister and friends will protect you.”

“We don’t need protection!” Nona snapped.

“Yes, we do,” Otto said.

They argued quietly for a long time, Otto, with Vee’s support, saying they should just be themselves. Nona wanted to stay hidden and protected.

“Vee, you okay?” Luz’s voice called from the corner.

“I’m all right,” Vee said as Luz and Amity walked toward them.

“You’ve been gone a long time and we were worried.”

“You’re Otto and…Nona, right?” Luz asked.

They both nodded.

“I’ve seen you around, but never been introduced. I’m Luz Noceda, the human.” She held out her hand. Nona just looked at it, but Otto shook it. Based on Luz’s eyes, he had changed back to his claws. Amity noticed, too, her eyes tightening, but she didn’t say anything.

“I see,” Luz said as she released the handshake.

“Otto, you fool,” Nona said and walked away.

“So you’re a basilisk,” Luz whispered. Amity gasped a little, but recovered.

“Yeah, and that’s why I’m not out.” He indicated Amity’s reaction.

“I told him that he should be himself, but he’s worried how the other students would react. You saw how the teacher at the door was.” Vee sighed and took Otto’s hand again.

“Are you just here hiding out?” Amity asked.

Otto shook his head.

“I like the Bard Track; I’m good at it. I’m good at music. I want to study here. I hear The Owl Lady's going to start a witch University and Raine Whispers is going to teach there. I want to learn from them. I want to just play music and not have to hide anymore.”

“And Nona?” Luz asked.

“She’s more comfortable hiding.” Otto sighed.

“If you come out will that be outing her?” Luz asked.

Otto shrugged.

“We’re not ‘friends’ in school, so I don’t think so.”

“Then, if you want to be out, be out.”

Vee held out her hand, shifted to human and he took it. She hugged Otto tightly and kissed his cheek.

“I can go in with you as a human or a basilisk: your choice.”

He hugged her even more tightly then shifted in her arms. She shifted back to basilisk and they both laughed. He was bigger than she was. He’d kept his tuxedo on as best he could, but it hung strangely.

“I’ll teach you how to shift in clothes,” Vee laughed. They went back to the door together, Luz and Amity behind them.

When they reached the door, Bump was on duty. His eyes flicked over Vee and Otto and he nodded.

“Good to see you in your normal form, Otto.” He waved them in.

“You knew?” Otto whispered.

Bump nodded and touched the Palisman covering his eye.

“After last year I worked with Frewin on seeing through shape-shifting and illusions. I’ve known since you applied here.”

“Thank you, sir,” Otto whispered. Luz jumped up to Principal Bump and hugged him. He returned it awkwardly.

Vee went in with Otto. Not many noticed until Otto went back onto stage and took his guitar up. Skara made a motion on the stage and the music abruptly stopped. She winked at Otto. He picked up his guitar and played.

It was a song of longing and pain. It permeated the room and its plaintive emotions spilled across the dance floor. Students embraced and tears started to flow as they felt it. Vee saw Nona stalk out, past Bump who said something to her that stopped her in her tracks.

Otto kept playing, his eyes screwed shut. When he was done, there was a deep silence then applause led by Vee and Luz. He opened his eyes as tears streamed from them. He struck up a new, faster, livelier song and a moment later Skara joined in on the harp. Someone produced a small pipe and the song morphed into a jig. The rest of the band joined in and the dance floor erupted.

When Vee got home that night, she showed Camila all the photos on her phone. As she was showing her, her phone pinged with all the incoming pics from Luz’s phone.

“Oh, mija, I’m glad you had a good time,” Camila leaned close and hugged Vee around the shoulder. They scrolled through all the photos together. Camila stopped at the picture of Vee with Otto, both in basilisk shape.

“Another basilisk?” she asked.

Vee nodded and told her all about her new friend.

#fanfiction #the owl house #vee noceda #luz noceda #principal bump #gus porter #grometheus

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1uckygold · 2 years

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Keys to the Magic Door (19)

Summary: The Bangtan boys one night encounter a woman that looks exactly like the animation ARMY from "Magic Door" and "Dream ON." What if it's not a coincidence? What if it's actually the female from the animation video? Except she needs their help... she needs to go back into her universe before it falls apart. BTS agree to do anything to help, but what happens if they all start to fall in love with her? What do they do when... when it's time to say goodbye?

~Pairing: 방탄소년단 (BTS) | ot7 x f! Reader

~Genre: Fluff & Humor, Alternate Universe - Bangtan Universe

~Word Count: 2K

~Tag List: @eridanuswave @laylasbunbunny @avadakadabra93

Part: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / More Chapters Soon...

No one moved, fear consuming everyone as your breath hitch from how silent the dark room was, the only light being the sunset breaking through a crack in the curtain—Taehyung being the first to move, rushing to turn on the main lights… Gaping at the busted up flatscreen.

It sure didn’t help anyone’s nerves that the tv would let out small popping and sizzling noises that had Hoseok jumping, cursing lightly underneath his breath.

Although once smoke filled their sense of smell—becoming visible leaking out the screen—did the guys snap back to reality. Immediately, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to unplug the power cord from the wall, carefully to try and not get electrocuted while Yoongi went to their personal-home circuit breaker. The second oldest only turning off the power to the living room.

As bodies ran around in a calm motion, despite their frantic state inside, banging was heard near the front. Neighbors wanting to check on the boys, the explosion and screaming being hard to miss… Seokjin going to handle them himself—Everyone was busy doing their own tasks that the unusual packaged laid upon the floor, ignored.

“…What should we do next? Okay, got it—Tomorrow you’ll be able to schedule us in though, right? Yeah, our address is…” Namjoon trailing, continuing to talk on the phone with an electrician and instructing Jungkook how to carefully disconnect the wires/screws from the flatscreen so they could take the tv off the wall.

However everything sounded like mere background music to you, not being able to concentrate on anything else but your ragged breathing. Staring at the piece of paper that laid untouched, practically glowing for you to grab—It came the same way that you did in this world… Bringing a certain hope in your heart.

Not knowing why or how, but it was calling your name… Time seemingly to freeze in place, fingers barely grazing the paper material. Biting your lip down in anticipation on what was written or held inside.

What if it was a trick? False hope…

The thought had you flinching, stumbling backward until hitting the couch and cradling your hand as if touching it burned like the hottest blue flame or being dipped into an icy bath. You couldn’t handle another heartbreak like what happened earlier in the day.

“Open it Y/N… It’s going to be okay.”

Your head snapped up in alarm, eyes wide at the familiar voice and staring in the direction where Namjoon stood—Only to see him busy, holding a flashlight as Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung guided the tv to the floor without breaking something further. Your nose scrunching up in confusion seeing Namjoon’s attention was elsewhere.

…You could’ve sworn that he said something.

“Read it,” The same voice spoke again, but this time it came from behind you as if someone was whispering along your ear. Heart starting to pound against your ribcage, not bothering to turn around since you knew no one was there because… that was definitely Namjoon’s voice, and Namjoon was right there in front of your eyes.

Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you hesitantly looked toward the rolled-up paper. Watching in awe to see a bright glow appear as if it was engraving something, dimming to show a familiar symbol with a whale burnt into the ribbon that kept the paper together into a cylinder position.

This time, you didn’t hesitate to grab it… A warmth spreading throughout your body from head to toe. Yet as the ribbon fell to the ground and unraveled for the message, you flinched when it illuminated a purple glow that blinded yourself to drop the paper. The brightness attracting everyone’s attention, eyes needing to blink constantly to get your bearings together.

“What the hell is that?” Yoongi questioned, cautiously getting closer to the message that was now just a regular piece of paper. A single hand pulling you to your feet, unconsciously pushing you behind for protection—It was Yoongi’s way of showing he cared without physically saying it, even if it was against paper.

“I think it’s a paper,” Taehyung said, not realizing Yoongi glaring at him but even the music lover knew that one of the youngest was being completely serious instead of joking around.

“That explosion… I remember seeing something purple before it shot out something…”

“Careful, what if its radioactive?”

“Should we call someone?”

“I don’t know—Jungkook, why don’t you get the tongs from the kitchen so we can—”

“It’s a message…” You mumbled, breaking their own little conversation as Seokjin stopped talking to glance over at you with confusion. In fact, everyone had some sort of odd emotion as if what you implied was the most ridiculous theory. But your eyes held nothing but seriousness, never once dropping eye-contact with the package. “From them to me.”

You gently guided Yoongi’s arm down to walk forward, almost as if you were in a trance that couldn’t help themselves. You’re other senses felt dulled out, beside sight and touch, reaching to fully grab the paper. The guys hesitantly leaned over your shoulder, nose scrunching to see the paper completely blank…

There were no words, ink, or anything that could be considered a “message”. Although before questioning, they scrambled back when seeing your eyes suddenly glow the same color as before… In fact, there seemed to be a piece of you glowing where your heart rested.

Jungkook nudged each of them… Each one looking down to see their hearts glowing too that had them nearly panicking until the purple light pulled out of them like a starry ball—Eight floating up, twisting like a tornado that had a forceful wind blowing through everyone’s hair as light-weighted things flew around until forming a BTS symbol.

No one had time to admire the work, shielding their eyes as it illuminated the entire room before disappeared all the same. The guys slowly peeking to see you falling to your knees with a gasp, dropping the paper as you swiftly looked around with wild eyes and ragged breathing.

“W-What happened?” You felt strange—Not realizing what the guys just saw. The last thing you could remember was grabbing the paper before everything with… Blank.

“Look,” Jimin said, pointing toward the paper as you turned around to neon lines twisting and folding in different directions.

Soon… A map was formed with a single destination circled.

“What do you think it means?” Namjoon questioned, the miniature map spread out on a desk as Sejin observed it with calculating eyes—After the incident took place, the seventh grabbed the paper before getting dressed and drive to the new HYBE building. Calling their manager on the way, and even though it was practically close to midnight, he didn’t hesitate to come.

“From the story you told… It seems they want you to travel toward this area,” Sejin explained, circling toward the required destination as he noticed it was a map of Seoul. Now he just needed to figure out where in Seoul, but it did seem to be outside the city regions.

“But what’s over there?” Hoseok frowned, staring at the map… Occasionally glancing at your form that was laying down on one of couches with Jungkook—You were peacefully sleeping, soft breaths escaping from your slightly open mouth… Having said you felt exhausted for some reason.

“Hm… Well this seems to be Seoul right here. I think this might be a mountain area.”

“It must be Dobongsan mountain then,” Jimin said, only for Yoongi to shake his head.

“Dobongsan mountain doesn’t have that large of an area. If you noticed, there’s a faint line that cuts off right through the mountain reign like a trail,” Yoongi stated, tracing around the map and following the line… Everyone leaning down to get a closer look to see he was right—There was a smaller and bigger area, then that must mean…

“Bukhansan,” Namjoon said, now that he thinks about it… He’s been there, whenever being on vacation, having loved to hike and travel around. Even if it is near Seoul. “There’s a national park around that area that allows you to go up to the top.”

“The map wants us to go toward a national park? Out of all the places,” Seokjin scoffed, nose scrunching up at the very thought. Even Yoongi whined, not wanting to spend a whole day climbing a mountain…

“Hmm, it must be for a reason though or else it would have picked a different location—You should prepare to go as soon as possible. Although I’d bring guards, one for each because once word somehow gets out that your at the park. You might want to prepare for someone snapping pictures or coming up toward you,” Sejin explained seriously, he didn’t want the boys or you to come back trampled/injured.

While most of the army fandom have been supportive… there have been a few haters that didn’t like the idea of any girl spending time with the boys. Especially when the word accidentally got out that you “spent the night” with them because none of you thought it through properly when going on live in the middle of the night while everyone was sleeping—Then… There were the ones that absolutely didn’t care for the band, only liked to stir the boiling pot.

“And work?”

“It’s only one day… You’ll go there and back—What’s the worst that could happen?”

However, as they continued their discussion… Jungkook felt movement beside him, turning to face you—The youngest didn’t like how you kept mumbling incoherent words or the fact that you started scrunching up your face and curling into a ball as if a nightmare was happening. Jungkook practically yanking off his hoodie to place upon yourself, seeing teeth starting to chatter as your breathing took a rough turn.

…Outside, in the middle of the night, where lights were on, but no one walked through the streets did lightening flash across the sky. The clouds beginning to grow dark, almost purple and black as the wind picked up stream—A sudden storm brewing…

And wanting to cover the world entirely.

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Welcome to the nineteenth chapter of Keys to the Magic Door! A map? Why does it want you to head off to Mt. Bukhansan? Also a storm is coming... But why does it feel different than normal ones?

Also, I apologize for the delayed chapter!!

Likes, Comments, Reblogs, and Follows are very much appreciated if you enjoy the story, its always exciting to know that you like my writing and gives me more motivation to update faster!

See you all soon, Stay Gold! <3

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lizzygrantarchives · 13 years

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Wonderland, November/December 2011

The “Video Games” singer’s dilapidated, sepia-tinged glamour and heart-melting vocals have made her the talent to watch this year. For all you wannabe internet sensations out there: this is how it’s done.

Lana Del Rey and I are perched on the curb trying to light cigarettes with a novelty lighter shaped like a gold bar. Tiny, encased in a leather biker jacket and skintight jeans, her soft brown curls cascading over her shoulders, she finally beats the breeze with the diminutive flame that pops out the top.

It has been a whirlwind year for the 25-year-old NY native, who has been splitting her time equally between Brooklyn and east London’s Kingsland Road (couch surfing all the way). Like Willow Smith, SuBo and, er, Boo the dog, she has achieved that dubious accolade of “internet sensation” status and is in the process of turning her hit ‘Video Games’ – seemingly everywhere at the moment, from the Christopher Kane show this September to the latest episode of Made In Chelsea – into a proper chart topper.

To be fair, the song does its own PR pretty well. It’s one of those niggling tunes that lodges in your head, both because of its simplicity (the main refrain is just four notes, mirroring the slow march of the backing chords) and a more complex, displaced sense of nostalgia, full of odd contrasts. Lyrics like “I say you the bestest/ Lean in for a big kiss” have a sad, faded coquettishness to them, while the chorus (“It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you”) blaze with naïve sincerity. Then there’s the repeating full stop of ‘Video Games’ – which seems both weirdly out of place and suitably childlike in the midst of it all.

Del Rey’s heart-stopping voice – think Mazzy Star with Stevie Nicks’ vocal range and Nancy Sinatra’s fragile strength – stands a mile out from the other stuff in the charts. There’s no Auto-Tune or expensive video or banging remix. It’s just Lana, and some harps and a bit of piano, creating a spooky, swirling filmic atmosphere.

I expect her to be like her songs, a bit sad and introspective. She’s not. She’s giggly and full of beans. She jumps up to talk to various other people that walk past, proclaiming her love for them. She flutters her eyelids, which are thick with eyeliner and falsies, and twiddles with the tassels on her purple slippers.

Lana (born Lizzie Grant) started to make music when she was 18. “I was always writing little songs, but nothing I liked then. When I left school I wanted to do music because I thought I was good at it and I wanted to do something that I loved. So my uncle taught me to play guitar and I did these little shows, just me and my guitar, singing and playing the five chords that I knew.”

I mention how that’s quite punk, that Patti Smith famously only knows three chords, and she laughs, “I’ve got two up on you, Patti!” That might not be the only similarity either – Patti famously plugged away until the world sat up and took notice of her. “Yeah, there were so many times when I didn’t think ‘it’ would happen. I just carried on living my life, you know?”

Raised in Lake Placid, upstate New York, Lana listened to Eminem as a kid (“Everyone listened to him, it was the 90s”) until she discovered Bob Dylan, Nirvana and Frank Sinatra, “the masters of all genres. Does their music inspire mine? They inspire me in life and my life inspires my music, so I sort of think they have influenced my music.”

I’m trying to imagine how the Dylan/Cobain/Old Blue Eyes triumvirate permeates her life on a day-to-day basis – her hair is perfect, her face is perfect, she’s not wearing a suit or a holey old sweater: she looks like an escapee from Valley of the Dolls meshed with, as one blogger put it, a blow-up doll version of Natalie Portman.

Maybe it’s in her old-fashioned Hollywood pizzazz that so many aspire to and even more fail at. And this in turn might be the crux of some of the Del Rey backlash that has surfaced online – that her lips are fake and that she originally recorded under her own name. Neither things are new or surprising with many other pop stars, but with Lana it has caused a Marmite reaction.

“Yeah,” she sighs, “my mood changes about it depending on the day. In general, you don’t want anyone to say anything bad about you. I think when anything gets popular quickly there is always scepticism, but I don’t think that’s grounds for being rude or cruel. I’m sure it wouldn’t have happened if I were a man. I personally don’t believe in expressing a negative opinion, just because I’m not interested in it. Life is so short in general – the more negative energy you put into the world is just time-wasting.” She takes a long draw on her cigarette and adds, fixedly, “What other people think of me is none of my business, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt my feelings.”

The dilapidated glamour of Del Rey’s aesthetics is part of the reason we love her. Her DIY videos, made with her sister holding the laptop to film her, and spliced in with old clips from YouTube, are part of what has gotten her to this point. No marketing man or video director could have faked the naivety and enthusiasm she’s poured into them.

“Yeah,” she bursts, “I’ve made all the videos so far – it’s expensive and I had no budget to ask anyone else. I think when you really want to make your own world around you, you just do what you can with what you have. And I didn’t have that much. Building my visual world was something that I transitioned to because I had done everything I wanted to do sonically – I’d finished my first record and I needed to get the pictures around it and, again, I was just guided by my own intuition, for whatever that was worth.”

We shoot the breeze for a while, talking about boarding school (she went, she was an outsider, although she wouldn’t want to put it like that), stylists (she has one, it’s more of a gay-best-friend-who-helps-her-find-the-right-frock-for-events scenario), where to get the best manicures (she has huge acrylic nails) and where she’d like to call home (“New York. Or Paris. I don’t know.”).

Listening to Del Rey’s music, it seems incongruous that someone so chirpy could make such sad songs. “I’ve been happy and sad; I’m not sad anymore. It doesn’t have anything to do with the music; it has to do with enjoying life, on life’s terms, and finding peace with yourself. I’ve been happy for a real long time – seven or eight years.” Is she happy because she makes the music she wants to? “Yeah,” she beams before saying, dogmatically, that she believes “it’s important to walk along a path towards something that makes you happy career-wise. And if you’re not happy, you can’t tell yourself that you are.”

Has having four million hits and counting on ‘Video Games’ made her happy? “I am happy with the way things are,” she says, “but I was happy with the way things were. I could be doing anything but I am doing what I love, and not doing things I hate.” There must be parts she doesn’t favour? She grins. “When I thought it was never going to happen, I stopped doing it and just lived my life. I haven’t been on stage for two years… so I’m not too sure how that is going to work – I’m not a natural exhibitionist.”

This much was evident during Del Rey’s recent appearance on Later… With Jools Holland. Dressed all in white, with huge hoop earrings, she shuffled uneasily from side to side, her eyes cast down and her voice perhaps even more fragile than usual. But somehow it ended up being all part of the charm – the rapt silence in the room was palpable.

She lights another cigarette and stirs at the gravel with her toe, hands neatly folded in her lap. What will happen next to the girl who reminded us that pop can be crafted and beautiful, whose favourite records are Lil’ Wayne and the American Beauty soundtrack? Whose big hit that was made at home on her laptop went viral quicker than you can say “Bieber”? “This afternoon I’m off to work with Bobby Womack,” she laughs. So, she’s right. There’s something to be said for gentle persistence.

Originally published in the November/December 2011 issue of Wonderland with the headline Miss November.

#2011 #Wonderland #Hanna Hanra

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