#these fuckers are lucky i enjoy music

[earthtooz]

I NEED ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS, I BEG YOU 😭

·˚ ༘ ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS !

# warnings: gn!reader, fluff and a little hurt/comfort, mentions to arguments, somewhat suggestive but no nsfw, swearing, idk how many words this is but quite a bit LOL, unedited

# a/n: LUCKY FOR BOTH OF US THAT I JUST SO HAPPENED TO WANT ITOSHI RIN BF HEADCANONS TOO. ENJOY MY FRIEND.

no one knows how you two got into a relationship and to be honest, you don't really know either. like how did you bag itoshi mf rin 😨 the most unlikeable bitch anyone will ever meet in their life... (lovingly)

bachira asked you if you were okay the first time you met and rin immediately lunged at him. like, please stop babe, you're just proving meguru's point !

how you met and all is a story for another time <3 because holy fucking shit is it a long one.

but the point is, although rin takes a while to open up, he is an amazing boyfriend, despite what everyone believes :,)

claims that he needs an independent partner bc he needs his space from time to time and you were completely understanding, even agreeing that some privacy here and there is nice.

except as it turns out, rin is the most co-dependent partner there is 💀 it's no longer 'i' bc it is now 'we'! slay!

he literally needs you to go to the grocery store with him and expects you hold his hand the entire time too- literally.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"you know how to buy your own green tea, why do i need to come with you?" you ask when rin pops his head into your study room where you were reading your book. "please?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you accompany him (almost) every time. if you're out he even waits for you to get home just so you can go with him like boy wtf...

well his love language is quality time saur.

expresses his love through gifts and acts of service as well. all of the gifts he buys for you are genuinely so well thought-out, like you almost tear up at all of them. one of them was a teddy bear that said 'you're better than mediocre.' and you almost cried 🗣🗣 okay but fr, he got you an anniversary gift of all his favourite moments with you, adding spotify bar codes to the pictures. there were photos from before u even dated like rin 😭😭😭😭 he is so babygirl pls take care of him.

on that note, i headcanon that rin has decent music taste. he listens to rock and alt, even anime soundtracks 🤣 but bc he's fluent in english, i bet he listens to arctic monkeys and the neighbourhood on REPEAT 🔁

wait yeah lover of music, it just makes sense for him to have a collection of headphones in his room. he likes to make you playlists too :( rinnie :( for me???

(rin also has a love language of offering you the first bite of food. you're sharing ice cream? here, have the first spoon. wanna try some of rin's lunch? he's already offering it. the smoothie he's having sounds good? he's already pushing it towards you.)

ALSO ☝️ BC THIS FUCKER LOVES HORROR, IT'S SOMETIMES TO A POINT THAT IT GETS YOU KINDA SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE... HOW IS HE SO IMMUNE TO ALL THE BLOOD... AND VIOLENCE...

he's SICK for this. you never let him pick the movies whenever you want to watch something.

also like it's a good enough reason to not get on his bad side. mans probably has 100 ways to k*ll shidou and get away with it.

anyways, rin would probably be hesitant to let you meet his family (read: sae). he's not ashamed of you, he's ashamed of sae.

so when his family demands to meet you, rin finally caves, agreeing to a dinner back home. only to find out he had nothing to worry about. his mother and father love you, saying how you were so beautiful the whole dinner, and how lucky rin was to have you. they even brought up the topic of marriage and you and rin kinda just sat there like 😐😁 smile and wave... smile and wave...

internally though, rin was over the moon knowing that you're accepted by his family. he loves his mum and dad, and although his relationship with sae is rocky with no smooth waves in sight, his opinion is... 'appreciated'.

best part was that his mother then turned to sae and went 'when are you going to get a partner as well?' and rin SENT HIM THE MOST SHIT-EATING GRIN EVER LMFAOOOOOOO

they got into a fight whilst cleaning the dishes that night.

rin then takes u home and pampers u, still high from the happiness that seeing u with his family brought 😇

WAIT ALSO - YOU TWO DEFINITELY SHOWED UP TO THE DINNER WITH MATCHING FITS >:o

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN'S WARDROBE LIKE DAMN SHAWTY... LET ME HIT... so he'll 100% shop for you too.

in fact, he's the best boyfie to take shopping, he'll be like 'no that's not your colour, but the fit is nice' or be like 'you might need a different size. this one isn't right' - you trust his judgment way more than your friends.

when you are out with your friends shopping, you'll send rin photos for his opinions and he never misses 💯 drops whatever he's doing to respond bc he's gotta make sure his pretty lover has the best wardrobe!!

rin loves paying for your shopping sprees too. no matter how much you try to wrestle him for who pays, he will always win. you make it even though by paying for your meals that day (the difference in how much money is spent on clothes and food will never compare, but it makes you feel a little less guilty so rin indulges you).

also attentive af. knows your tastes in almost everything, memorised your little habits and how you like certain things done. very dedicated bf once you realise just how much he loves doing things for you.

i just had this thought:

you know how couples post on tiktok all the time? well, you thought it would be nice if you could participate in one trend with rin.

you just thought it'd be a small post to share with your friends but instead, you seemed to forget to turn on the 'only friends can view option', it blew the FUCK up - like ofc it would, that's itoshi mf rin... but the comments were all like 'why are you with him', or 'dump him... you're too hot for him...', or 'you can do sooo much better than him'.

look, no matter how sensible rin is, he's not immune to drama and this bitch will not settle for when people tell him he doesn't deserve you like did YOU GO THROUGH TWO YEARS OF PINING??? I DON'T THINK SO. SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

so he's on your account, picks the comment 'i could treat you better than him', films himself giving the commenter the middle finger before you pull him in by the collar to give him a big ol kiss, cutting the video at the exact time that you both stumble out of frame.

look, it's not the most optimal way to fight back against the haters 🙄 but he doesn't need to prove nothing, not like anyone else gets you all to themselves.

oh this man has a banger social media presence, on his main AND on his private accounts.

he prefers posting on the priv bc there he can freely show u off and be more authentic.

itoshirinpriv I love when Y/n wears the things I buy them

─ megurusundercover when will u buy me things rinnie </3

╰┈➤ itoshirinpriv Choke and die

╰┈➤ megurusundercover kinky ;)

─ isagi11 Hi @y/n !

╰┈➤ y/n HI YOICHI !!!!

LOVES A SUPPORTIVE S/O, EVEN IF HE DOESN'T LET IT SHOW!!! WEAR HIS JERSEY AT A MATCH AND CHEER FOR HIM AND YOU HAVE HIS HEART !!! RECORD HIS MATCHES FOR HIM AND WATCH THEM WITH HIM AND HE'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!! he doesn't ask for much, just a little appreciation back :<

also don't try to compete against rin in anything unless you have guaranteed victory bc this mf is competitive AF.

will spare you on some occasions but more often than not, will give 100% into everything.

you use this to your advantage like 'hey babe, wanna see who can clean more of the house in one hour?' and HE TAKES IT SERIOUSLY EVERY TIME. to be fair, so do you because like you want a clean house, but rin is SO speedy when there's a challenge involved.

easy defeat every time but you can't be mad.

hc that rin can't cook for shit. so you'll have to be there with him or just ban him from the kitchen straight up.

you taught him how to make microwave popcorn and that's about the only thing he is permitted to make.

even his diet-regulated smoothies are all made by you because holy fuck he somehow always messes up the recipe despite it being really clear and concise.

also you steer clear from him when he's working out because he just looks TOO GOOD working out that i makes you feel a little funny and pathetic 😇

if you are someone who does enjoy exercise, rin would love to take this chance to spend some more time together. you could be doing a pilates workout and rin is in the corner lifting weights, glancing over to you ever so often, sending him winks when you catch him.

loves going on hikes with you, no matter the difficulty, how steep or flat, he just really likes being active and if you join him, he'll be SO happy.

also u know how he loves yoga and meditation? if hiit and sweat-inducing workouts aren't for you, he likes stretching with you and teaching you breathing exercises that help throughout the day.

100/10 MASSEUSE BTW !!!! 👍👍👍👍

ofc, relationships aren't always perfect and especially when dealing with rin, someone who has quite a fair bit of trauma from being abandoned and left behind, it only worsens the tension.

believes you're going to leave him every time </3 like no :( just bc you're mad at him doesn't mean you've stopped loving him.

communication is so important. rin has a tendency to catastrophize a lot so please, put your pride aside and talk to him! reassure him! spend some time with him! that's how post-arguments usually go.

then you'll talk it out calmly, expressing both of your perspectives, apologising for breaking boundaries and trying to adapt accordingly.

this routine is a delicate one and it took months of putting aside your immaturity in order to grow together. especially rin who is so full of pride, but when he realised that his stubbornness wasn't winning him anything, he shattered his hardened perception of self and let you in.

"rin?" you whisper, poking your head into your shared bedroom delicately, afraid to upset the beast sleeping in there even more.

"what," he snaps, sitting on his side of bed in a hunched over position. he hugs his legs close to his body and the sight breaks your heart a little.

"i'm watching 'the shining', you can join me if you'd like to."

he grumbles something inaudible before you close the door quietly, hoping he'd cave because you chose this movie just so he'd come around. it's his favourite after all.

setting out a bowl of popcorn and some beverages of choice, you just manage to get the movie up when rin emerges from the bedroom, all gloomy and moody. he plops down on the opposite side of the couch, chin on his hand.

he's pretending like you don't exist which is fine by you, you know he'll cave eventually. so, you slide a cup of water and the bowl of popcorn to him and settle in, pressing 'play'.

around 15 minutes in or so, you're too engrossed in the movie to hear rin's quiet shuffling, and how he's now crossed the distance to sit next to you. his hand comes up to your shoulder to get your attention and when he has it, rin's quick to manoeuvre you so that you were now lying down on the couch.

he then plops down, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your chest.

"i'm sorry," whispers the striker. such simple words with such heavy meaning, especially coming from him.

you know he wants to say more, but you know better than he can't get it out, so, you begin threading your fingers through his hair, just how he likes it. rin softens completely against you.

"it's okay," you reassure.

"you're too good for me."

the next morning there's a bouquet of flowers and dessert from your favourite bakery on the kitchen counter.

rin wakes up at a reasonable hour. he likes to start off his days between 8 to 9 am, with 9-10 hours of sleep.

your sleep cycle has been synced with his because he hates sleeping without you beside him.

unless you have a good reason to push back sleep, he will not stand for it. stop depriving yourself of sleep and give your body the rest it deserves!!!!!

has a set night routine with you.

also i'm sorry but rin loves making out + neck and hand kisses are his favourite to give to you + he loves receiving temple and lip kisses.

goes to parties and clubs but very reluctantly. he doesn't like to drink, especially during soccer season, so there's not a lot of joy he can find in going out, except when he gets to eye you up and down all night and have fun with you AYEEEE 🕺😩

'you can wear whatever u want, i can fight' bf.

one thing you learn abt this man overtime is that he truly does not care how you dress. even tho it seems like he's judging you, he loves everything you wear and will admire you appreciatively 24/7.

#hope u enjoyed ! #quite self indulgent but i can't help it T^T #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x you #rin x you #rin itoshi x you #blue lock rin #itoshi x reader #blue lock itoshi rin #rin fluff #itoshi rin drabble

[red-pill-blue-pill]

As friends.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Miller

Summary: Joel is your friend, he just happens to be really handsome

Warnings: mild spice towards the end ??? just in case, fluff, friends to lovers (just so y'all know I'm a sucker for that shit)

a/n: I wanted to write a little blurb but it got outta hand. This is is my first time writing for the Joel Miller and i'm nervous (I love this character so much) so please be kind 💖

His living room was dimly lit by one of the lamps next to the couch. Something played in the background, blues you think. He had found a record player a couple of weeks ago while he was patrolling with Tommy. He had even come across some records in perfect condition, tucked inside a tattered wardrobe. He was such a lucky fucker. 

When he came back, he showed them off to you while saying something along the lines of “‘f you wanna listen to them you gotta come to mine, sweetheart” flashing you one of his now familiar cocky smiles, as if he needed to convince you to spend time with him.

Your stomach still churns at the nickname and you chastise yourself every time, for letting your mind even dare to go down that path when it’s Joel the one you’re talking about, for even thinking about him that way. Joel, your fucking friend. It had to be the lack of romantic action in your life. It had been so long since you last were with someone that your brain had to be confused. No one in Jackson had caught your eye for the last couple of years, nor tried to make any advances to you, and who would have dared when you were next to Joel —mean scary Joel— every single day?

Still, you didn’t care, you spent most of your free time either with him or at his house, playing games with Ellie while he was on patrol or sipping on wine and talking about your day when he fixed you a nice dinner. Like right now, back at his living room, soft blues playing in the background and the soft orange light from his lamp rendering the room even cozier. 

You were sitting on his sofa, glass of wine in hand. Blues had never been your type of music, at least not until Joel showed you one of the records he found on patrol, an Eric Clapton one, a smile from ear to ear and an excited “Look what I’ve found, I reckon you gon’ love it.” 

But now, as you look at him sprawled on the couch, his head —his big ass, heavy head— resting on your legs with his eyes closed and humming softly to the song, you believe it may be your favorite. 

You sipped on your wine and carded your fingers softly through his hair, relishing in the feeling of his hair through your fingers. You looked down at him, his face was completely relaxed, the familiar pull of his frown nowhere to be seen. He looked so peaceful like this, his long lashes fanned over his cheeks and the light casted soft shadows over his face. He was so handsome.

“You are so handsome” your mouth spoke before your brain could catch up. His eyes opened, orbs completely dark thanks to the lightning, and he quirked a brow, clearly amused at your comment. You tried to recover quickly “And I’m just saying this the way a friend calls another friend cute, don’t get too excited.” You chuckled. 

Lies, lies, lies.

He scoffed, “Yeah, right.” he closed his eyes again, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your deft fingers through his hair. “Who you tryna fool, sweetheart? ‘m as old as time.”

You stretched your arm to place the wine glass on the coffee table, careful to not disturb Joel with the motion. This time, your now free hand went to trace the lines on his forehead so softly, a barely there touch. A shiver ran down his spine. It had been a long time since someone touched him with such care, as if he was some precious relic, only to be treated with care. 

“Hate that you can’t see what I see, Joel” your voice was soft, charged with love, but still stern. You hated when he was self deprecating, which unfortunately was very often. 

“And what is it you see?” he swallowed the lump in his throat. Why were his hands sweating all of a sudden?

Your fingers drifted to the lines around his eyes, tracing them with your fingertips. “For starters you’re rugged and strong and that’s just plain attractive. Besides, you think age kills beauty, but it’s quite the opposite.” His eyes opened once again and gazed up at you, something you couldn’t quite make out swirling in them. You continued, trying to ignore the heat of his stare “The lines in your face… they mean you’ve lived, you’re alive.” you are here with me

“What do you mean?” his voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse because of the sudden dryness that  had taken over his mouth. 

“This one right here” you smoothed out his semi-permanent frown with your thumb “tells me you’ve got very few friends.” 

“m‘kay, that’s rude.” he feigned hurt for a few seconds, then he saw your bright smile. That goddamned smile, the one he never got tired of seeing. And then he smiled too. A small and barely there grin. 

“Then the ones around your eyes”, your fingers skimmed over his crows feet,  “they tell me that you’ve laughed and smiled a lot, that despite this nightmare we’ve found ourselves in, you were happy once.”

Silent fell over the room, Eric Clapton sang in the background as Joel and you played at your personal staring contest, one charged with unspoken feelings. His eyes were wide in surprise, searching your face, looking for something you sure fucking hoped he found in the way your soft eyes looked back at him. Your fingers still threaded through his locks, not once having stopped since he laid his head on your legs. Everything felt intimate, maybe way too intimate for just a couple of good friends having some wine after dinner. 

A nervousness settled in your bones, the kind of feeling you get when you know something’s about to happen but you don’t know what. Your heartbeat picked up, it thumped wildly against your chest, your eardrums, all along your veins. Then you cleared your throat, unable to stand the silence any longer. “Anyway, as I said, you are handsome.” you let out an awkward breathy laugh. “I‘m telling you as a friend” you quickly added. Again. For good measurement, right?

He sat back up on the sofa, his body slightly twisted to face you. In the daze of the moment you had completely forgotten how broad he actually was, his knee pressing against your thigh. “As a friend…” he echoed back at you, a teasing smile spreading over his features. God, he was going to be the death of you. 

You reached back for your wine glass and nodded absentmindedly before taking a long gulp, not daring to look him in the eyes just yet. Suddenly, his hand cupped your face softly, fingers pressing lightly into your cheeks, encouraging you to look at him. His eyes were filled with tenderness and the kind of hope you have when love is still a possibility. His lips were mere inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours. 

“Would’ya mind if I kissed you, sweetheart?” his voice was low and syrupy and it ignited a different kind of desire in you, something you had never felt before, raw, primal. You inhaled sharply and before you were even able to answer he added “As friends, that is.” he chuckled, clearly proud of himself for teasing you, and you smiled fondly. 

“Ain’t that what really good friends do?” you laughed breathily.

“Oh, I reckon they do a whole lot more than that.” 

His lips pressed softly against yours, a softness you knew Joel was capable of but you had never experienced it yourself. Now, after getting a taste you didn't want to live without it. His hand moved to cup the back of your head, tangling with the hair at the nape of your neck, keeping you against his lips, deepening the kiss. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, and thank god because suddenly Joel was grabbing your thighs and pulling you to straddle his lap. 

He took advantage of the gasp of surprise that left your lips and licked greedily into your mouth. His hands roamed your back, going down occasionally to squeeze your ass over your jeans, relishing in the whimpers he pulled from you. Your hips started moving on their own accord, rutting against Joel’s growing bulge, making a deep groan rumble on his chest.

You tugged on his hair to break the kiss and stared dreamily at him. His pupils were blown out, his half lidded eyes hazy with lust, his lips swollen and red from kissing and a light shade of red tinted his cheeks. He was positively fucked out. 

“You want this?” he asked while playing with the hem of your t-shirt, ducking his head once again to lick and kiss at your neck.

You could only muster a distracted “Hmh” as you kept rutting your hips against his. “As friends?” you asked between whimpers.

He pulled away to look at you, a hint amusement in his eyes as he took in the cocky grin you were sporting despite the lust filled gaze directed at him. His hands slipped past the waistband of your jeans, grabbing your panties from behind and pulling till the fabric rubbed against your clit. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips.

“As friends” he answered before claiming your mouth once again.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Negan x reader - celebrations

Hello! I see u asked for some requests. Perhaps celebrating a birthday with Negan when everyone else forgot because they all were busy? Thanks in advance! - @happygirl-0408 💜

You didn’t have long to work, you had been doing this all day, but between sneaking around from the other savours, to trying to gather everything you needed it was hard.

But you were nearly done, maybe it wasn’t the best, you didn’t exactly have all the perfect ingredients but you had the basics.

You quickly rushed from your room to the other one, setting down the plate as carefully as possible.

Pulling out a box of matches, you set them down next to it, along with a very old and slightly broken box.

Again, it wasn’t the best, but it worked.

You quickly ran out room as you heard on your walkie that Negan and a few others had come back, and you made your way back into your own room.

You began to wash everything, drying and putting all the dishes away back where they had come from.

Sitting in your chair, you kicked your feet up on the table, turning your TV on.

You weren’t sure if it was going to be linked back to you, but you were doing your do everything you could to make sure it seemed like you hadn’t left the room all day.

You weren’t sure how he was going to react, if you were sure that he was going to be happy, you would’ve done it in person, but you didn’t want to be there if it pissed him off.

You grabbed your iPod and put your headphones in, picking up a book so you didn’t have to listen to the chatter on the walkie.

You hummed along to the music, happily enjoying the peace that you had.

You were lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the knocking at your door, the calling of your name on the walkie, or the fact that your door was even opened.

“Do you think it’s funny to be ignoring everybody?” Negan snapped.

He stopped, finding you in the chair, reading peacefully.

You had music playing that loudly that he could hear it from the door.

Stepping further in, he closed it, leaning against it as he just watched you with a little smirk on his lips.

You were known as the more ruthless of his saviours, you had no quarrels in killing, or taking what you needed.

You ran a small but strong crew, and though you were ruthless you were always merciful to those that deserved it.

You were humming softly along to the song, not noticing he was there.

Negan looked around, picking up a bouncy ball you had on your desk, he tossed it on the floor, watching as it bounced back up, hitting your arm.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You hissed.

You slammed the book closed, taking your earphones out as you snapped your gaze to him.

Quickly you got up, getting down on your knee.

“Shit Negan I’m so sorry, I.. I didn’t know it was you.”

“Stand up.”

You quickly did as the man said, and he walked around your room, inspecting a few things that he came across.

“What did you do all day?”

“I uh… huh?” You asked confused.

“Well, we’ve been out all day. You’ve been inside, what did you do the whole time we were gone?”

You furrowed your brows a little in confusion.

“Not much, I slept, rested like the doctor told me.”

He hummed a little bit.

“But you didn’t go see the good doctor now did you (Y/N), not today.”

“I didn’t see the point in wasting time, he said just rest and it’ll heal fine.”

Negan walked over and you let him, not moving as he took your wrist, rolling up your shirt to see the dirtied and bloodied bandage.

You were cut by Michonne while protecting Negan, and it went pretty deep, you were lucky you still had an arm.

“You lying little fucker, you haven’t been to him in a long while.” Negan said lowly.

You tried to pull your arm back but he wouldn’t let you, he unwrapped the bandage, letting it fall to the floor.

“You tell me the truth this time, how did you rip your stitches, and who fixed them?”

You sighed heavily.

“I ripped them trying to shoot my gun, target practice. Went absolutely shit by the way, I didn’t hit one can. I fixed them, well, attempted to, I’m also not the best medic out there.”

“Doctor, now.” He growled.

“Negan it’s fine.”

The look he gave you made you quickly rush over to the door, heading down to medical so you could get your stitches fixed.

Negan stood next to you, watching carefully, tapping Lucille against the floor and it made you nervous.

You didn’t like it when he just watched, because you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

“Right, this time don’t try shooting until I give you the all clear, and you must see me daily or that will get infected.”

You sighed.

“Fine.”

You pushed yourself from the bed, making your way to the door, hands stuffed inside your pockets.

Negan followed after you, whistling slightly.

“Happy now?” You grumbled.

He carried on whistling, walking in front of you to make you stop.

“Follow me.”

He tapped Lucille on his shoulder, and that made your nerves pick even more, but you kept a poker face, not showing it.

You noticed where he was taking you, and you said nothing.

Negan swung the door to his room and gestured in so you walked in.

He walked in and closed the door, standing in front of him.

“Any idea how those got there?”

“No sir.”

Negan sighed heavily.

“Are we really going to go through this whole lying thing again (Y/N)? You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

Negan pulled a sheet of paper out his pocket, showing your name, your number and what you had taken.

“Crap…”

“So it was you!” Negan smirked.

You sighed, running a hand over your hair and you nodded.

“Yeah, okay, it was me. I didn’t know if you would be pissed or not so I just left it there for you.”

“Why?”

“Cause I remember you saying your birthday was around this time, everybody knows, everybody else seemed to have forgotten. Nobody deserves to have their own birthday forgotten Negan, especially not now.”

Negan nodded his head, setting Lucille down and he walked over to the table.

He pulled a chair out for you, letting you sit down first before he sat down as well.

“If we’re gonna do this we’re doin’ it right, that means you gotta sing.”

“Oh no, hell nah. I ain’t singing.”

“It’s my birthday, you have to sing.”

You narrowed your eyes at him a little which made him grin a little wider.

“You weasel.” You said.

“Ah, ah, remember who you’re speaking to honey, I’m still your leader.”

You stick your middle finger up at him and took the matches so you could light the candle next to the cake.

“I couldn’t find any good ones, and I didn’t want to ruin your cake with this one.”

“Just sing, let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.”

Negan leant back in his chair, smirking from ear to ear as you began to sing happy birthday to him, and when you were finished he blew out the candle.

Then he laughed.

“Shit, if I knew you were really gonna sing I would’ve gotten a camera.”

“You mean I didn’t have to?”

“Nah, I just wanted to see if you would.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him again.

“I’ll get you back for this, now open the present.”

He chuckled, grabbing the box he took the lid off it, he reached inside and pulled out a small wooden figure.

He carefully examined it, then pulled out the other item which was some barbed wire.

“I noticed Lucille was looking a little chipped, thought you could use some spare in case.”

He hummed, setting it down, and he picked up the wooden figure again.

“This me?”

“Yup. Took a long freaking time too.”

Negan smirked, leaning forward a little.

“Aw, so you think about me (Y/N)?” He teased.

You swore at him again, leaning back in your chair.

You didn’t say anything else to him, he got up, walking over somewhere and he came back.

He put a fork into cake, trying a little.

“Damn, this is good.”

“Thanks, I used to be a baker.”

Negan put the fork back into the cake, holding his hand under it and he walked over, holding it out to you.

You looked at him confused, but you knew he wasn’t going to back away so you opened your mouth, letting him feed you some of the cake.

You hummed a little, shrugging your shoulders.

“Not the best I’ve made but it’s decent.”

Negan set the fork down, holding his hand out, and you took your so he could pull you up.

He placed a hand on the side of your neck, running his thumb along your jaw.

He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and he smiled softly at you.

“Thank you, really. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome… asshole…”

“Oh you’re really pushing it now, you know that?”

You grinned a little up at Negan.

“You wouldn’t do shit, you’d miss me too much. I’m the only entertainment in this crap fest.”

“Yeah, damn right you are hot shot.”

You sat back down and he smirked at you, sitting down as he carefully watched you.

Negan picked up the sculpture you had made for him, looking at every small intricate detail you had carved in the wood.

He could tell you took time and dedication to make it, adding everything from the detail in his jacket to the barbed wire on the bat.

Carefully setting it on the table, he glanced back at you as you watched something on his tv.

He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in so long, sometimes he’d forget that it was a thing, it was easy to do in these times.

But you didn’t.

Out of everybody, it was you that remembered him mentioning it in a drunk night meeting.

You had been preparing this, planning this for months, and it solidified his reasoning for trusting you.

You were his right hand for a reason, he would put his very life in his hands knowing you would keep it safe.

He turned to the tv.

“When’s your birthday?”

You looked at him before turning back to the Tv, resting your hand on the table.

“(Y/B/D). I don’t celebrate though.”

Negan nodded his head, copying what you did with your hand, and he pat yours a couple of times.

“Well, sucks for you I guess, we’re celebrating this year.”

#the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #twd #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd x reader #twd imagine #Negan smith #Negan smith x reader #negan smith x you #negan smith x y/n #Negan smith imagine

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: don't mind me being super self indulgent again asdfgh. I just really enjoyed the dynamic I made in Zeroing In with Bigby and a singer/performing reader. I may or may not make a smutty part two we will see lol. Hope y’all enjoy!

Content Warning: Strong language, attempted sexual assault, brief mentions of sexual harrassment, some violence.

Word Count: 2.3 k

Bigby Wolf x F!Reader - Take Me Home

As a long time performer, you know how to work the crowd with your musical numbers.

You knew you should probably be looking around and engaging with other audience members.

You just couldn't help it though.

Especially when he was around and seemed to genuinely be enjoying himself for once.

Bigby Wolf kept his word when he said he would come around and see you perform whenever he had a chance and not just show up searching for perps.

He's managed to come by at least once every other week, and needless to say, it always was the highlight of your week.

You two have tried to make plans outside of both your work schedules, but it's been difficult to manage between the long nights you both kept and Bigby occasionally dipping in and out of the picture.

Don't let him be on a case either. He stays clear of you like a bad omen. You know he's worried about getting you somehow involved in whatever the case entails, but you did wish he could share more of his worries onto you so he didn't have to carry so much.

You two managed to settle somehow with these interludes of eye contact and small knowing smiles.

At least until one night when you weren't smiling anymore.

During your act, you got close to the edge of the stage and teased those up front, just like any other night–

Until you felt a sweaty palm clamp around your ankle and almost yank you into the audience below.

You barely remember hazy glimpses of everything that happened afterward.

A shrill sound rang through the live band and filled the club.

It took hours later for you to realize that was…you…screaming in shock.

The man's other hand barely touched your inner thigh, clear intent of fully grabbing and dragging you into his lap until he instantly let go.

Before you even tried to push the man's hands away, he let go.

You saw Bigby hovering over the man.

He had slammed the man's face into the hard wood table, the cheap white linen doing nothing to comfort the assault as it started to stain with blood.

You caught a glimpse of yellow in Bigby’s eyes.

You couldn't make out any words anyone was saying. It was all a murmuring cacophony of surprised, worried, and tense patrons.

Your skin ran cold, and your breathing hitched.

The next thing you recall was getting up and darting back towards your dressing room.

Anything to get away from what just happened.

~

“Aww man, I think you broke my fucking nose.”

“You're lucky I don't break every bone in your goddamn body, starting with your grimy little hands.” Bigby snarled, with half a mind to slam the asshole's face again.

He did settle for twisting the guy’s arm tighter as he slapped handcuffs on him.

“Hey, hey, what the fuck man? I didn't do nothin’!” The man defended as he tried to sit back up, blood dripping down his nose and over his lips.

“You touched her inappropriately, pretty sure that files under assault.” Bigby roughly lifted the man up from his seat and dropped him to his feet, causing the man to stumble some.

“Oh please, she was teasing me! Practically asking for it!” The man spat as he got his footing before Bigby dragged him out of the club.

Bigby tried to keep his growl down but whether or not he succeeded he frankly didn't care at the time.

At least until he was out of public view.

As the two began the walk to the Woodland and the coast was clear, Bigby snatched the man by the baby hairs on the back of his neck and pulled his head back.

The man yelped in pain.

“Listen here fucker, she didn't ask you for fucking shit. She was doing her job, last thing she needs is a bunch of grabby dickheads like you that can't keep his hands to him-fucking-self.”

“Is she your’s?”

Bigby blinked. “What?”

“You fuckin’ her or somethin’, Wolf? Never seen you get all up in arms over some whore.”

Bigby dragged the man into a nearby alley and smacked the man's body and face directly against a damp cold brick wall.

“Ow! The fuck man, you-aaah?” The man winced in pain as claws began protruding from Bigby's fingers, pricking the skin of the man's neck.

“Listen here, you sorry piece of shit. Doesn't fucking matter who she's with or what she does. You don't get to fucking touch her–you don't get to do what you damn well please. Understand?” Bigby growled, his teeth slowly growing into the “what big teeth you have,” territory.

For the first time since the encounter started, the man began quivering in terror.

“Y-y-yeah, yeah, understood…just-just do what you gotta do…please don't hurt me, man, please! It was a mistake, h-honest!”

Bigby got closer to the man's face one last time and snarled. A final warning.

Usually, Bigby would feel bad about making anyone beg for him not to hurt them. He'd be disappointed that they would automatically assume he would.

For this guy however, he wanted to muster up that same level of fear you likely felt when he grabbed you and then some.

Bigby backed off once he began smelling the unmistakable hint of piss through the night air.

“Just keep your mouth shut the rest of the way, or it'll be the last mistake you ever make.”

The quicker he locked this asshole up, the quicker he could get back to check up on you.

~

You sat there in front of your vanity with your head hung low and the lights dimmed.

Still frazzled and stunned from the moment.

Somehow, the man's slimy touch lingered on your skin, and you wanted nothing more than to dip your leg into some kind of disinfecting acid.

You took a deep breath and admitted that the second best option besides the acid is to go home and take a long scolding shower until the hot water ran out.

You rose from your seat and began shedding your clothes that used to make you feel so confident and sexy…but in the moment you just felt disgusted.

Then you heard a knock.

You assumed it was your boss checking on you. “I'll be out in a minute, Carol…just gimme a second..”

“Uhh…it's Bigby.”

You freezed for the second time that night.

You had completely forgotten about him. Until his voice reminded you of what he did, how he saved you, how he looked when he did it.

“Bigby? Oh, uh, hang on.” You darted across your dressing room and snatched a silky maroon robe that hung over your dressing screen.

You took a deep breath, a desperate attempt to calm your shot nerves.

Suddenly, a comforting warmth draped over your body as you laid eyes on Bigby. Like somehow, he could protect you from this lingering fear that resonated in you like he did before when it happened.

“H-Hey…”

“Hey,” he responded. “I wanted to check in on ya…how are you holding up?”

You gulped. “F-Fine I suppose, all things considered…I know it could have been worse, and I always knew I was at risk, but nothing prepares you for when it happens, you know?”

“Yeah, but you shouldn't feel at risk for something you do for a living.”

You exhaled a chuckle. “Says the sheriff who's at risk quite literally all the time.”

Bigby shook his head. “You know what I mean. That asshole had no right to be touching you…”

He sighed. “What happened tonight was not your fault…I hope you know that at the very least.”

You hugged your arms around yourself, your hands sliding up and down your upper arms as you gazed at the floor. “Yeah, I know…”

There was a beat of silence before you felt a warm hand lightly squeeze your shoulder. You followed the hand with bruised knuckles back to Bigby's face.

One of your hands came up and rested on top of his hand that was on your shoulder.

“Thank you, Bigby…” You squeezed his hand back gratefully. “At the end of the day…I'm just grateful that you were there.”

Bigby can't recall the last time anyone ever said those words about him or his help. He always made things worse, more difficult, or made Fables regretful for getting him involved.

It felt nice to be appreciated, and it felt even more sweet and genuine coming from you.

“I'm glad I was there too…”

He allowed you to drag your soft thumb along his knuckles for a moment. Both of you enjoyed the soothing silence and close proximity. You found yourself feeling more at ease each second he was there.

Until a question popped into your mind. “C-Can I ask what happened to him? Like where he is now?” Suddenly, the thought of trekking home became cumbersome.

“I've got him in a holding cell for now. I'll be presenting the case to the Business Office tomorrow morning some time…”

Bigby reluctantly pulled his hand back, you already missing its warmth and soothing weight.

“Although, full disclosure, even if he is found guilty… the time and punishment for sexual harassment is ridiculously short and sweet…”

You nodded. “I had a feeling, but Carol told me he won't be coming around anymore. She has started a banned list and is trying to invest in more security.”

“If you need me to…”

“Bigby, I can't ask you to do that. You already have every other Fable to worry about…”

“I do, but you come first….or at least that's how I wish it could be, if I can help it.”

You blinked, your mind racing with countless meanings to what he was implying.

“Besides, I think you're the only one that really appreciates my help anyhow.” Bigby muttered into his shoulder, but still clear enough for you to hear.

“I'll always appreciate you Bigby…like how I appreciate your offer, but I still can't ask you to do that…I know you will protect me when you can and that I can rely on you and honestly in the world we live in now, that's more than enough.”

Your heart swelled at the soft smile that stretched across his face.

“I guess I can accept that.” He reluctantly conceded. “Is there at least anything I can do for you now? Anything at all before we both call it a night?”

After talking to him, you have begun to feel much calmer, like you could shake off tonight's events. You know you could have gotten to that point yourself, but Bigby made it a whole lot easier and quicker.

You almost felt childish and selfish for this request, but you didn't want the opportunity to have him to yourself longer pass.

“I, uh, still have to walk home….if you don't mind walking with me? It's not far from the Woodland, just one block before it…”

“You don't have to convince me, and I did say anything. Just let me know when you're ready.” He offered a sincere smile.

“You wanna wait inside? I didn't even realize I didn't invite you in.” You giggled as you realized he was still standing in the hallway across the threshold of your dressing room door.

“Uhh…sure, if you're fine with it.” Bigby walked in and took a slow glance over your dressing room.

“More than fine. Here, you can have a seat on the sofa over there. I just gotta change real quick.” You explained as you rounded the corner and went behind your dressing screen.

You couldn't fight the pep in your step, having him back in your vicinity. You didn't feel on edge or uncomfortable to be yourself. You felt safe.

Bigby kept looking around. He was observant to a fault, especially thanks to his senses that don't let him miss anything.

He noticed the Polaroids of you and likely your co-workers and friends bordered along your vanity mirror.

He took note of a couple empty bottles that were in your trash can, he deduced it must be a favorite of yours.

He also caught an almost empty container of your body spray that was the source of your sweet scent.

Not that he'd say it out loud, but if you asked him you didn't need the spray, your own scent was intoxicating on its own.

Bigby shuffled a bit in his seat as your own smell became more prominent once he saw your robe hanging over the screen folds you hid behind.

He kept darting his eyes around the room, trying to distract himself from thinking of you so intimately despite the close quarters and the small distance between him and your naked form.

Bigby shook his head to try and shake the thoughts out. He doesn't want to screw this up, not like how he always does. You've been through enough as it is.

Thankfully, you came out soon from behind the screen. You wore a long sleeve sweater of your favorite color that revealed your shoulders and some pants.

“All right, I'm ready…thanks again, Bigby.” You stood in front of him and rubbed your hand up and down your arm, playing with the sleeve.

“Hey, like I said.” He stood up at his full height, and you had to look up instead of down at him. “Not a problem.”

He walked over to the door and swiftly opened the door. “After you…”

“Why thank you, sir.” You giggled bemused before walking out the door with Bigby walking beside you.

Carol waved to both of you and told you to take the next couple of days off to recover and not worry about anything.

You sighed. Another small weight taken off your shoulder, you weren't sure if you would be able to get back on stage, so it was relieving to hear you had the next couple of days off.

As you and Bigby exited the building, the cold night air hit both of you. Almost instinctively, you grabbed for Bigby's hand, who didn't seem to mind, and gently returned the grasp.

Bigby gave you a supportive nudge.

“Well, lead the way…”

#ri writes #the wolf among us bigby wolf x reader #twau bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf x reader #the wolf among us bigby wolf x female reader #twau bigby wolf x female reader #bigby wolf x female reader #bigby wolf fanfiction

[ninathekllrr]

General!Ticci Toby HCs. . .

This took longer than expected . . Read till the end for a lil blurb <3 reminder ! English isn’t my first language.

—Clothing;

It depends on how old Toby is.. at first he only wore the clothes Slenderman “found” him in and whatever other articles of clothing he was able to scavenge up. It wasn’t until a few years later he felt safe enough to venture out and buy some clothes from the thrift. (with stolen money cuz bitch don’t get paid to be a lumberjack,,, a human lumberjack that is.)

I’m so bad at describing; just think of Will Graham's season 1 outfit n shit. 😭 I feel like he’d probably dress like a grandpa. Oversized Grandpa sweaters, those button-ups/dress shirts under w collars that peep out, any baggy pants in general. Work/toe steel boots >> .

He just doesn’t bother much w dressing up! It’s also so he doesn’t stand out much whenever trying to go somewhere in public — sometimes he’d get lucky and find band tees of bands he likes or Jeff lets him borrow some of his own.

—music;

A firm believer that he loves metal. Something about the chaotic-icy helps him “soothe the voices.” his favorite bands would be Sevendust, Rammstein, and Lamb of god!

Once when he was on a mission he accidentally broke into the wrong house and lucky him it was a middle-aged white dad who had a thing for 2000s rock and metal. Killed that fucker and stole as many albums and CDs as he possibly could :p.

He’d DIY a bunch of studded leather bracelets and give a few away to Natalie and Jeffery. Gifting is his love language tbh

—interests;

Most residents of the manor (when he ‘lived’ there) don’t/didn’t know much about Toby since he doesn’t bother socializing much. He seems pretty disinterested to the rest but the dude really has some great hobbies and things he enjoys. For one he loves crafting, especially wood carving! He also has a habit of collecting animal bones/remains to clean and use them as decor. His favorites prob have to be fox skulls :). Very much a trinket collector as well. Just a odd man :3

Besides hobbies, oddly enough he enjoys Sanrio-related things—specifically cinnamon roll. (Since it’s the only character he knows,) he will convince you that the cinnamoroll is a bunny, not a dog. He refuses to accept that the little cartoon character is not a bunny as he first assumed. Of course he likes music music,, he’s given poetry a chance, isn’t the great at it but really enjoys it!

—Biography;

Toby is Dominican-German. His mom was Dominican while his dad was German! He’s fluent in Spanish and somewhat broken German. Around 5’9 to 6’0 foot tall. Late teens and early twenties he was more scrawny than anything but after 13 years of labor and trying to survive he obv grew some muscle mass and like… isn’t built like a 17-year-old boy idfk. Ofc, he was born on April 28th 1994. Toby grew up in more southern states (specifically Alabama) and has a slighht southern accent.

—Proxy experiences;

Toby is a runaway proxy; one of the very few that managed to escape Slendermans (or the operators, depending on which) grasp. Though he isn’t exactly safe cuz of this, If he gets too close to the terrority of Slenderman or the operator he starts developing symptoms and illness. Course the main being static n amnesia, waking up in random places covered in blood, etc. Toby can’t feel pain so the static doesn’t cause immense headaches but it’s dangerous for that exact reason; he can never tell when his nose starts to bleed or his ears rupture.

Toby only got involved with the operator in his later years (maybe around midish late 20’s) when he was in the minced of escaping Slenderman, and just so happened to meet Tim Wight. He spiraled into a REDACTED hell hole from there.

—Love interest(s) ?;

Oh boy, , it really depends on how quirky im feeling. Ticciwork and TicciJeff tbh. He loves ppl with no sanity 🫶🫶 Thankfully Jeff isn’t involved with Slender because he’s too much of a loose cannon to be controlled, much like EJ, the rake, seed, smile, grinny, etc. and Slenderman doesn’t take interest in Clockwork but since she has connections with some of slendermans valuable tyrants and or proxies, the entity leaves her be.

Jeff was the one to help Toby escape slenderman, and snapped him out of his “devotion” era. Clock is just amazing girlfriend and always there for him :p.

extra . . . .

[ REDACTED ! ! ]

This Deja vu feeling haunts him. He doesn’t understand why he’s being searched for. Why do the cops know who he is? Why is he? Who was he?

Childhood didn’t exist. Was he always grown ?

Why is it when he passes down that neighborhood, it feels so nostalgic . Nothing left but ashes and decaying foundations of homes, homes that were once were preoccupied by happy families. He call still smell the remains of the burnt buildings. Strange. It’s like he could never forget.

Jeff always went quiet whenever they were talking and the topic of this neighborhood was brought up, does he know something the EX proxy doesn’t?

What’s more confusing is that fateful night with Natalie, he found himself driving down a dark road that one night. It shared similar sentiment much like the abandoned neighborhood, only much more sinister. He was with Clocky, Pretty brunette with a clock for one eye,, the other an odd emerald green. Over time, the twitchy man taught himself to read clocks just so he wouldn’t have to check his phone for the time. Natalie’s eye always went tick tock, tick tock.

It was only him and Nat against the world at that moment,, so who was the mauled looking blonde in his rear view window? Sitting in the back of his car as well, it was strange. Jeff usually hoarded up the back seats. . He wouldn’t share it with a victim.

But it isn’t just a victim. Toby found himself struggling to catch his breath, who is she? Nat. It’s not Nat. It’s not Jeff. It’s just some blonde girl. A young adult that resembles someone he doesn’t know. Does he know ? ? ?

Who is she?

What was once a soft and familiar safe touch was now ghostly and evocative ? ?

Everything is blurry around him. He doesn’t hear her asking if he’s okay.

He doesn’t feel her cold touch, her hand covering his on the steering wheel.

One moment he’s on the road

The next he’s out cold

.

What caused him to swerve into that tree ?

Why did he put their lives at risk ?

.

Panting. He heard harsh panting. Was that him? Was that her? His hands were completely thrown off the steering wheel and replaced with paler, somewhat smaller ones. Not so gentle though. Something warm was dripping down from his nose. Metallic scent wafted and clogged his nostrils. He licked his lips and wasn’t surprised to be met with blood - he looked in the rear view mirror - NO BLONDIE IN SIGHT

He looked out the window. Did he just barely manage to swerve away from that tree? No. He didn’t save their lives. He looked to his right. A singular green eye met his. She’s unharmed, unlike REDACTED but shooken up. What brought him back to his senses was that familiar disoriented voice.

“Toby, what the fuck ??”

#creepypasta #slenderverse #marble hornets mention #the operator #Tim wright mention #Ticci Toby #Tobias Rodger’s #Ticciwork #Toby x clockwork #ticcijeff #Toby x Jeff the killer #headcannons #sourcemates #Sanrio #cinnamoroll #the slenderman

[satninpretty]

A fic request: Elvis x stand-offish girl? He's used to fawning girls, so she's intriguing and he wants to have her. The Robbie Smith encounter with Elvis kinda' inspired me. Preferably smutty, but up to you. Thank you 💖

this is might be TOO long and took forever and also covers a couple of other requests, but hope you enjoy bunny x

You and the sun

“i don’t wanna argue, ma’am...” he looks down in mock bashfulness and then straight up into your eyes. “but, uh, ain’t i your job?”

pairing: 70's elvis/reader or austin!elvis/reader whichever you prefer 

rating: M, minors do not interact

warnings: oral, handjobs, vague slightly sub elvis vibes, usual elvis stuff including his healing hands. u know how it is. 

four leaf clover, lucky strike cigarettes, something about… lucky sixes? 

you could write this song a lot faster if that fucker would stop showing off his sub-par guitar skills in the corner. he’s strutting around like a peacock in a gaudy silk shirt, howling with laughter at his own jokes. all the men in the room, even the serious session musicians you admire, revolve around him like he’s the sun. they laugh along with him, even when he isn’t funny, totally sucked into his massive, magnetic orbit. 

“man, you’re killin’ it, EP!” a big guy shouts from the corner. 

he isn’t killing it. you’ve seen him fucking around all session, laughing during takes, making up nonsensical lyrics while you’ve been trapped in the corner, roped into writing something fresh for him. it’s a lot of pressure when you’re only four months into your publishing deal with the label.

originally he didn’t want a girl in the recording room but once he saw you he made a real fuss, started introducing you to all the guys in his entourage and flirting shamelessly. unfortunately for him, he’d shown up two hours late to the session and you were too tired to find him charming or impressive. 

of course, if it wasn’t for all that ego and bravado, you would find him to be both those things. 

his voice is beautiful. it’s rich, smooth and dextrous. in one moment he sings with such a rough grit and the next with a high angelic head register, switching between them effortlessly. his raw emotion is expertly channeled into each word, each vibrato choice, each pause. and the connection to the music is real. it moves him. he jerks and swings and shimmies and his hips. when your eyes aren’t on your own handwriting, you can’t help but gaze at the way the music moves through him. 

but all of that, while impressive in bursts, doesn’t yield consistent results in the studio. 

every now and again elvis saunters up to you with his guitar thrust forward like a dick and leans over your notebook to decipher your lyrics. he gives you patronizing encouragement and winks, keeps on touching your shoulder even though you shrug him off. 

“keep goin’ little lady.” he says. or “stick at it honey.” or eventually “why don’t you come sit right here in front of me, see if we can give each other some inspiration?” 

nothing you do dampens his mood. if anything he seems to perform even harder while the men around him feed his wild energy and chain smoke and don’t look you in the eye. 

“honey…” he sighs dramatically, one eyebrow raised. “can i, uh, can i ask, have i done something to offend?”

you look up from your paper to find elvis standing in front of you, the session apparently taking a break. half the guys seem to have already left and the rest are waiting to pounce on any opportunity to get him alone. all you’ve got written down is a verse and a scrappy chorus you’re going to have to re-write. 

“no, you haven’t. i’m just trying to finish this song for you.” 

he’s full of manic energy, you can feel it radiating from him in waves and he’s bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. even while wiping sweaty strands of black hair from his forehead his smile is like the sun glinting in your eyes. it pisses you off. 

“well, i sorta feel like you’re fightin’ me here, honey.”

“i’m not fighting you. i’m here to write you a song because your catalog is tired.”

he responds to this with a sudden burst of open-mouthed laughter, so sharp that it takes you by surprise. 

“now, see, that - that’s what i mean.” he grins, placing his hand on the arm of your chair. the cool silk of his shirt brushes your wrist. “you’re just a little sourpuss.”

he smells like cigar smoke and old spice and faintly of sweat as he leans over you. 

and you have to admit it. you may not like him, but those cheekbones and that straight nose… you get it. a little. it’s roman. he’s practically statuesque. 

“i’m just trying to do my job.” 

despite the dark glasses you see his eyes light up and he tries to hide a little-boy grin. you’ve said something he’s about to use as ammunition.

“i don’t wanna argue, ma’am...” he looks down in mock bashfulness and then straight up into your eyes. “but, uh, ain’t i your job?”

there are laughs from the few guys left in the room that overhear him and he glances back at them with a smug grin.

“my job is writing. i just wanna finish this song and go home. can you move your hand from my chair, mr. presley?” 

he blinks at you for a moment under his lashes. and then, his grin never faltering, he snorts and throws his hands up in surrender. you pretend not to watch him turn on his heeled boots and walk out for his break. the rest of the musicians follow after him like ducklings, not one of them stopping to speak to you. not even the guys you like. 

.

twenty minutes later, without the commotion of all the men in the room, you’re finally getting somewhere with the song. all you need is a better bridge and maybe a different second verse and for this fucking headache to dissipate. 

you’re busy scrawling down bad rhymes in the margin of your composition book, heat beat street keep, when the big guy from earlier unceremoniously sticks his head around the door. 

“elvis wants you to come to dinner with us.” he says with zero enthusiasm. he’s wearing a loud purple suit but he doesn’t pull it off like his boss does. you can hear the echoes of male laughter from the corridor behind him. 

“tell him no thank you. i’m writing.” the guy raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything and then leaves as quickly as he came, the booth falling silent again. 

bristling, you settle back down to write down a few more rhymes but you only make it five minutes before you’re interrupted again. the door bursts open, no sound of laughter in the corridor this time, and elvis himself leans dramatically against the doorframe. 

“still givin’ me the cold shoulder, huh baby?” he pouts. 

“oh god!” you whine, throwing the notebook down on the floor and massaging your left temple pointedly. “can i have thirty minutes uninterrupted?”

he has a thin cigar in his hand and he waves it dismissively, ash fluttering to the threadbare carpet. his heeled boots step towards you and he lets the door close behind him.

“you’re workin’ too hard, sourpuss. come on outta here, come have dinner.”

“look.” you sigh, the headache now rapidly spreading across the back of your skull. “when i said your catalog is tired, i meant it. i’m being paid to write you something fresh and i - i can’t work like this. i’m not used to it.” 

he frowns and runs his hand through his messy hair, glasses so dark that you can’t see his eyes. 

“you ain’t givin’ me a whole lot to work with, y’know.”

“i’m working for you!” 

you shake your head in disbelief. his cigar smoke is getting into your lungs, your headache is getting worse and he is so clearly getting off on the bickering. 

“i’m just sayin’, you know. you’ll live longer if you cut loose once in a while.”

“you’ll live a lot longer if you tighten up once in a while.”

“spicy and sour, huh?” he drawls. more ash flutters to the carpet. “naw, i-i-i think you like our little fights deep down. i’d like you a whole lot more if you just came to dinner.”

“look.” you try again. “i have a deadline and an unfinished song and a headache, so if you could-”

“i can fix that, honey.” he interrupts brightly, springing towards you and holding out the hand that isn’t holding a cigar. the ruffle of his sleeve brushes the top of your head as you pull away from him. “lemme put a hand on you.”

“what are you talking about?” you blink, dumfounded. 

“lemme lay a hand on you baby, it’ll go away.” he repeats. “it’s all energy. i- i can clear that.”

“it’s all energy? what are you talking about, healing hands?”

he’s so close to you now that his ash is falling into your lap and you’re trying to duck away from his outstretched, bejeweled hand when something catches your eye. 

“wait -” you can’t help but snort a little in disbelief, still holding him at arm's length. “really? how can anything i’ve just said turn you on?” 

your eyes are fixed on the front of his pants. he glances down at himself and then back up at you sheepishly.

“aw, i’m only a man, honey” 

he’s wearing a cocksure smile but you notice how he shifts his weight from one leg to the other, slightly uncomfortable. a little insecure chink in the armor. 

there’s an awfully heavy silence in the recording room. he is standing so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating from his body and it feels suddenly suffocating. you take a deep breath. 

but you can’t help it. 

for a fraction of a second your eyes dart to the glass window of the control room. it’s empty. the lights are all out in there, a couple of blinking buttons illuminated. you’re alone with him. he tilts his head and raises his eyebrow. fuck. you wish he hadn’t seen you do that. 

but fuck. you could. 

“c’mon, sourpuss.” he whispers. he reaches back and crushes his cigar into an ashtray. 

he knows you’re thinking it. 

keeping his eyes fixed on yours, elvis leans down to you as you tilt your face up. before he can kiss you, you kiss him first. and if only to wipe that smug smile from his face, you kiss hard. so hard that he’s taken aback at first and laughs into your mouth before you feel him go slack on his feet. 

and it isn’t bad. he meets you with equal force but his lips are still soft and insistent, firm but not hard. with one hand leaning on the arm of your chair he grabs the back of your head with the other, curling his fingers into your hair so he can angle your face up towards his. 

his roughness gives you shivers. your entire center of gravity is pulling you down, down, down into the seat of the chair. it has you squeezing your thighs together, blue dress riding up, material rough against your skin as his mouth forces you to open wider. 

you can hear your heartbeat. it’s so loud that you wonder if he can too. 

“aw, you ain’t so sour.” he murmurs, pulling away from your kiss and massaging your scalp with his fingers. you grab his silky shirt, the ugly patterns distorting on the fabric, his black hair getting in your eyes. 

you feel such a deep irritation when he laughs against your cheek that you yank at his belt buckle, pulling it open roughly. he raises his eyebrows as he looks down at you. 

“you don’t gotta be rough, honey. you just gotta ask.”

you don’t pull his pants down all the way, just the zip open and his erection out. you’re aware that the guys are only a few rooms down and your name will never escape the rumor mill of rca studios if you get caught doing this with elvis presley of all goddamn people. 

you just want to make this quick. 

when you wrap your fingers around him and stroke up hard, he stands straight and sighs heavily. you can see him wince but he doesn’t tell you to stop and you take a sick little pleasure from the way his hips pull away from you and his body goes deliciously slack for the second time. it makes you feel powerful, in control. 

“lemme lay hand on you.” he whispers, his fingers finding the top of your head again. “i’m serious.” 

you shake them off, try to reestablish the boundaries by stroking him even harder. this isn’t supposed to get soft. 

but he does feel beautiful in your hands. his skin is so silky, hot to the touch and he’s so wet at the top that he must have been hard for a long time before you noticed. you ease up your movements slightly, give him a moment to breathe, and using your feet on the floor, you pull the swivel chair closer to him so your thighs come to wrap around his. he pushes his body against you, heat soaking through silk. 

you try to gauge what your next move should be from the look on his face but his features are unreadable with those dark, protective glasses on.

“will you take those off?” you ask. 

and it takes you by surprise but your grip loosens on him when you see those baby blue eyes. they aren't what you expected. the slight cruelness of his lean body, the sharpness of his words, the roughness in his hands isn’t present in his eyes at all. they look soft. they look open.

but this can’t get soft. 

you add a second hand and twist, going harder again. he’s grimacing slightly but he still doesn’t ask you to stop and you want to see exactly how much he’ll take before he does. 

“oh. you like it like this, huh?” you purr, trying to reestablish the right mood.

but try as you might, he changes the mood right back.

he leans over your chair, both hands coming to grip the armrests either side of you. it hugs your bodies together and forces your forehead to rest against his chest as he deliberately boxes you in. the embrace is too intimate for the situation, but you allow it for a little while. maybe he needs it.  

“lift this up.” he mumbles, grabbing the hem of your dress and yanking it up to your waist so your panties are on show. you feel how his gold rings are warm on your skin where they brush the inside of your thigh. 

the lights in the room aren’t particularly bright. but if you turn your face and rest your cheek against his chest you can see how the muscles in his jaw clench everytime you twist your hands or run your fingertips in circles across the tip of him. how even his tiny facial muscles move beautifully under his skin. 

when you kiss the head of his cock he groans. the low, rumbling sound in the back of his throat makes you throb and you have a fleeting urge to kiss his neck. but you don’t. instead you take him in, hollow your cheeks and suck lightly so you can hear it again. it's like vibrato in his chest. you’re pressed so close together that he can barely thrust and can only rock his hips into you gently, smooth and rhythmic. with one hand against his leg for leverage, you taste salt. 

he strains in your mouth and you prepare yourself, his thigh tensing under your palm and his groans getting louder and you can’t help but imagine the two of you backlit by the few flashing lights in the control room. you wonder what you look like, wrapped up in such a funny, awkward embrace. 

it doesn’t take long before he comes with such a loud shout that you jump. you try to shush him by patting his thigh but he either doesn’t care or can’t control it so you just hope the booth is as soundproof as the studio makes it out to be. his hips jerk as his shout fades to a groan and you swallow around him, eventually pulling off and letting your head rest against his torso again. 

it takes him a long time to get his breath back and you feel his chest heave under your cheek, his silk shirt soft against your skin. 

afterwards he looks at you with a funny expression on his face as he buckles his belt. 

“get cleaned up, sourpuss.” he orders gently, with a smile that you can’t quite read. it’s almost like he’s embarrassed. 

but before you can get out of the chair, he places his palm firmly on the top of your head. this time you let him. you feel the sweaty heat of his hand against your scalp and you stay like that, very still, for several minutes in the silence of the recording room. 

and the weird thing is, your headache really does go away.

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[final-girl96]

Joseph Quinn’s upside-down year

He’s gone from hustling for bit parts to playing a beloved character in one of the biggest shows on TV, thirsted after by fans and fellow celebrities alike. Inside the surreal year of 2022’s buzziest British breakout

By Jack King

5 December 2022

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When Joseph Quinn took the call that would come to change his life for good, he was standing in his kitchen in South London. His agent was on the other end of the phone. “He called me, like, ‘Who’s that?’ And I was like, ‘What do you mean?’ So he goes, ‘I’m sorry, is that Eddie from Stranger Things?’” Quinn recalls. “I literally fell to my knees. Like, What? Are you sure? It felt like it’d just fallen out of the fucking sky.” It was November 2019. Only three weeks prior, in the very same flat, he’d recorded his first self-tape for the hit Netflix series with the help of his then-girlfriend and flatmate. “Obviously, at that point, I’m just fucking suspicious about the whole thing. This never happens. And here we are.”

Flash forward to today: after storming into the public consciousness as the sci-fi throwback’s latest anointed breakout, starring as punkish pariah Eddie Munson in Stranger Things series four, the 28-year-old has just flown out to LA for the third time in his what-the-fuck year. It’s a rhythm he’s still very much getting used to. Resultantly, we’re chatting over Zoom, myself in London’s Mile End, a short swim down the Thames from the unassuming world of his adolescence. “I love South London. I still live there – you get accused of heresy if you leave,” he jokes. “I might want to branch out somewhere different, because you don’t want to feel stagnant. But my life’s there: I went to school there, it’s where I met all of my friends.”

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He scored his first job, on the 2015 TV drama Dickensian, in his third year at LAMDA (“I was a jammy fucker,” he says), the hallowed Hammersmith drama school where British acting royalty – Cumberbatch, Cox, Ejiofor – cut their teeth. It was while he was in his graduating class, in fact, that he met Fabien Frankel, then a first year, now enjoying his own rise apropos of the Game of Thrones spin-off House of the Dragon.

“It’s fucking hilarious,” Quinn says of Frankel’s new-found stardom. “We’ve shared similar anxieties about the ridiculousness of our situations.” The two are good friends; Frankel, for his part, brims with praise. “As much as it pains me to say, he was always just a brilliant actor,” he says of Quinn. “There was always some magic on stage. Sadly we’ve never got to work together, but we’ve always stayed close.”

Quinn’s early luck with Dickensian, as it turns out, was a touch premature; after that show ran its course, Quinn didn’t work for nearly a year. But an influx of parts eventually came his way: first a gig as a Stark soldier in an episode of Game of Thrones, then, suddenly, a job on stage opposite Olivia Colman at the National Theatre. “He is utterly joyful, naughty, and fun,” Colman says of Quinn. “He puts the work in. You know you’re in safe hands.”

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A steady trickle of work followed: BBC’s Howards End mini series, opposite Matthew Macfadyen; as the tragic revolutionary Enjolras in the Beeb’s not-a-musical adaptation of Les Mis, reuniting with Colman; under Steve McQueen in the first part of his critically acclaimed anthology film series, Small Axe. “I’ve been so lucky that I’ve not had to graft, and wait tables, and do the traditional catering jobs in between to keep the lights on,” Quinn says. “I’ve been fortunate enough, and savvy enough with my money just about, when things are looking a bit bleak, to book another gig. And that keeps the wolves from the door.” It was around the time of the London Film Festival premiere of his first major indie film, the psychosexual slow-burner Make Up, that he sent in his Stranger Things audition tape.

A few days after the call came in, he met the sibling duo who puppeteer Stranger Things, the Duffer brothers, over Skype. “They were very nice, and very kind,” Quinn remembers. “I was very disarmed by the whole thing. Kind of like, ‘Are you sure?’ And they said, ‘Yeah, we really want you to do it.’” In total, 287 actors read for the part, according to the Duffers, who describe the process as one of the longest casting searches they’ve ever had. “At one point, we remember getting nervous,” they say. Munson was abrasive and unlikeable on the page; they needed him to be lovable, without wanting to be loved. That confluence of traits seemed an impossible bullseye, until Quinn’s reels arrived. “Joe was hilarious and charming, but with an unpredictable, wild edge about him,” they recall. It was a no-brainer. The call was a formality. “He’s a director’s dream because he takes what’s on the page and sprints with it.”

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Quinn’s anecdotes from those early days are cut with the sincere self-deprecation you might expect of a guy still scrambling to catch up with his own ascent. This is the stuff that Faustian bargains are made of, after all: over a billion hours’ worth of Stranger Things series four was watched within the first month of release. That’s a lot of eyeballs. “I was talking to Dan Cohen, the [executive] producer of Stranger Things, about it,” he says. “He talked about the over-nightness of these experiences now, with these streaming platforms. One moment you’re fine, and then it drops. It’s on in millions and millions of houses. After that, it just kind of snowballs.”

The first table read came next. “It was a very weird experience. I was sat next to the lovely Jamie Campbell Bower, who’s had experience in these bigger shows before,” he remembers. “Obviously, because everything has to be documented on this show, they were filming the table read to keep the fans satiated. The setup was that the pre-existing cast were on a very long table, and we were behind them, being kept secret from the cameras. We were shouting, delivering the lines to the back of the cast’s heads, which felt very odd.” Both he and Campbell Bower, as Quinn recalls, were “shitting it”. Following that, he had weeks of fittings, kitting him out in the idiosyncratic metalhead threads that form Munson’s outcast armour. He had his first day of shooting, and then… whiplash. “[Stranger Things co-director] Shawn Levy came out at the end of the day and said we’re going into… a lockdown of some kind,” he says. “A hiatus of two weeks. Which would’ve been nice.” It would be another six months before Quinn returned to set.

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What felt to him like a decade later, the show finally bowed to the masses. He watched the Stranger Things series four finale, wherein Munson goes out with self-sacrificial aplomb, with his little sister, dad, and his dad’s wife. Do they treat him differently now? “No, definitely within your immediate circle you hope nothing changes. It’s a very weird thing to comment on… [if] you take into consideration the actual fucking fresh hell that people are going through now, it feels like an arbitrary thing to feel threatened by,” he says. “Eighty per cent of it is amazing. Professionally, 100 per cent is amazing. 20 per cent of it is… fucking bizarre.”

Somewhere within that 20 per cent: the online drama between co-star Noah Schnapp and Doja Cat soon after the season aired, when the former publicly shared a DM from the rapper asking Schnapp to play Cupid between her and Quinn. “I’m kind of hesitant to talk about it really, because I didn’t do anything,” Quinn notes. “It’s not something that I put out into the world. But I do think she’s an incredible artist. It’s flattering.” This intrusive level of public scrutiny obviously comes part and parcel with sudden, incandescent fame. The tyranny of Instagram gossip and fans reading telescopic paparazzi photos like tea leaves are the unfortunate by-products of being at the top of the screen-acting game. Nevertheless, it must be difficult to adjust to. “People will weave narratives about you that aren’t true, I guess,” he says. “And I think accepting your powerlessness over that [is best]. If you’re going to correct people constantly, you’re going to end up exhausted.”

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But being famous, a term he loathes to use for himself, isn’t all bad. Take the sudden groundswell of cultish Munsonmania, perhaps no better demonstrated than at London Film and Comic Con this summer. “It was the first time I’d ever encountered the fandom,” he recalls. There were rumours that Quinn was “mistreated” by the staff during a meet and greet, blindsided by the sheer number of Munsonites, but he was quick to debunk them, a point he reiterates now. “It was very overwhelming. I don’t think the Con were prepared for the numbers. I certainly wasn’t.” In a viral video widely shared online at the time, a fan expressed their impassioned gratitude: for Quinn’s time at the Con, for bringing Munson to life. Quinn seemed emotionally overwhelmed, dabbing away tears with the inside of his elbow, barely conjuring a murmur. An outsider might conclude this to be the moment that the pin dropped. “I don’t want to sound too saccharine about it, but it is moving,” he says. “If you have a curiosity about people and storytelling, for a character you’ve created with the help of others… for that to resonate with people, it feels very profound, you know?”

And then there are the holy-shit moments. First up: in late July, he made his chat-show debut on Jimmy Fallon, though that came within a whisker of being cancelled. “I was sick before I went on,” he says. “I stupidly had oysters for lunch on the day, thinking that I needed some vigour and vitality and that’d get me through it.” Turns out his mind was playing tricks: that stir in the pit of his gut was the product of acute anxiety, per the show’s backstage nurse. But he still went on. He met Kevin Hart, “a consummate pro,” in the green room backstage. “The nerves just bounce off him, I think, whereas they were just leaving bullet holes in me,” Quinn says. A month before our interview, he was named one of Variety’s 10 Actors to Watch for 2022. Patton Oswalt introduced himself to Quinn at the swanky brunch coronation thereafter. “He just feels so many miles away from my life. For him to come up to me was very weird.”

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Stratospheric parts like Eddie Munson are a “lottery ticket,” as Quinn puts it. And at the end of it all, he’s effectively coming away with a blank check. Is he going to put his energy into indie roles, like the drama he finished shooting over the summer, Hoard, or is he marching up to the Broccolis to demand Bond? “Yeah, I’ve just got off a Zoom with Barbara, actually…” he jokes. “I don’t know. It’s such a fucking cliché, but it’s about connection to the material. With Hoard, I’m specifically excited for the director, Luna Carmoon, and the lead, Saura Lightfoot Leon. That’s a lovely experience, completely different to these behemoth sets. But you want range.” A judicious answer. Really though: Bond? “I think I’d be fucking stupid to say no to that,” he says, laughing. “But, come on, it’s not even worth entertaining.”

Even that is on the presumption that Munson’s Stranger Things journey is over. “Yeah, I’ve said I don’t know because I really don’t know,” Quinn says. “Shawn Levy has said it publicly. I think [his return] would be very, very, very unlikely. He seems pretty fucking dead to me,” he says, punctuated by a sharp chortle. He takes a moment.

“It’s just a beautifully written arc. The beginning, middle and end are so powerful as it stands, so I think to just crowbar him into a narrative… you don’t want him to overstay his welcome,” he continues, ever the diplomat, seemingly wary of disappointing the legion of fans who made him. But a sense of certitude undergirds his prudence; the feeling that, after years of cohabitation, he’s ready to let Munson go.

“He did the job that the Duffers wanted him to do,” Quinn says. “By no means am I ruling it out. That’s a decision for the grown-ups to make. But Stranger Things was doing fine without Eddie. I think they’ll be fine next season without him, too.”

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Photographs by Ben Parks

Styling by Fabio Immediato

Grooming by Brady Lee

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[margridarnauds]

💌💖

BG3, especially Aurelia (beloved), Savetta (us Raphael fuckers must stick together, the one post you have about quiet intimacy between them rewired my brain cells), and Trissa (TALL FIR BOLG LADY TALL FIR BOLG LADY TALL--).

In general, I suppose I would say I also associate you with BG3 gifs in general -- something that I don't talk about a lot is how, when I first got to the BG3 fandom, I was really, really unused to making gifs for video games (I'd done a couple for AC, but not consistently and, tbh, I'd never really enjoyed it). I already had years of doing gifs for musicals, but it's a wildly different medium (the lighting considerations are different, the video quality considerations are different, the cropping and dimension considerations are different, you can do some things with video game gifs that you can't with musicals and vice versa, and even issues as far as how to capture the video in the first place), and so I spent a lot of time really...making a study of peoples' styles, pulling things here or there to figure out how I wanted to highlight my OCs and their journeys, and I definitely really, really looked up to your edits there. I consider myself really lucky that, overall, the BG3 gifmaking community's super supportive and so I really had a supportive space to explore and see what worked.

[juliebgamez]

~Facing Justice~

Inspired by Suga’s D-Day tour

Summary: After a tragic accident Angel experience when she was 13 she lost all motivation as to what she was living for in life. Until she met Yoongi, Yoongi is not like everyone else in the small town they both live in. Yoongi has a bad reputation around there school but people don’t know the true reason behind it. Angel doesn’t believe students gossip about him but she never had the guts to actually talk to him until something pulls them in both of there directions to meet. Read more to find out both of Angel and Yoongi’s trauma, unfolding secrets, and a unexpected romance between the two of them?

Pairing: Original character x Yoongi

Genre: Angst, smut, hurt/comfort, romance, thriller, series

Rating: M, 18+

Warning: There will be mentions of depression/ dark shit, death, anxiety, and violence.

Music To Play: Suga’s songs/any depressing songs to go with the vibe.

A/N: This is my first fanfic post on Tumblr so this is the third time I have changed this post since I posted it lol. I hope you like the first chapter! If it gets a lot of likes then I will post another chapter soon. Also if you want to check out my Wattpad account Kpop_Lovers222 I have posted another Kpop fanfic called ~A Change She Was Looking For~. Okay, now enjoy!

Chapter 1

Life. Simple word really. However if you observe it more it creates a whole definition in your head. For some people life means it’s a game to them. They keep playing until they reach there ending while others think life is fucking sad and depressing as shit and they don’t want to continue this game of “life” any further. I’m one of those people who thinks that way. I think about not waking up so I don’t have to live another dreadful day and yet I still choose to get up and suffer anyways. It’s sad really, I don’t know how people think life is great every single day. How lucky were they really to be given such a great path for life? I think about this every morning on my way to school. As I walk closer to the school you can tell that I don’t want to be there and yet I choose to go to somehow try to blend myself into society like everyone seems to do so easily.

Once I enter the building I go straight into the library. It’s the only place no one goes in the mornings, it’s my safe place until I have to suffer the bullies again or as I call them the fuckers. Why do I have to be a easy target for them to fuck with me? Go and find a nerd or something to bully. At least they know what they live for in life other than myself. Oh right I guess I should tell you my name. My name is Angel and this is my view on life. 

You know it’s pretty ironic how my parents named me Angel. They say I’m a miracle, I say that I’m a misfortune. My parents passed away from one of the most terrible storms in South Korea when I was 13. After their passing I have changed so much. I’m 17 and I’m no longer happy about life anymore. They were the only thing that kept me going in life since both of my parents' families abandoned them when I was little. The three of us kept each other going, now they were taken away from me. All in the snaps of life’s fingers, they're gone in a second. Now I live by myself in our tiny home, trying to live a normal life for them and making everything seem okay on the outside. However, on the inside I’m dying. It feels like my heart can stop breathing anytime it wants to but it just keeps beating as normal.

Anyhow I was talking about the fuckers. These boys are really making my life more miserable than it needs to be. I don’t know why I’m putting up with them. They keep saying if I don’t listen to them they would kill me so I should tell them to do it, it would make it more simple for me to die. Somehow however every time they tell me that I would open my mouth but the words don’t come out of my mouth. I still want to keep fighting to live for my parents but it gets more difficult every single day as I’m trying to. Suddenly the bell rings taking me out of my thoughts. I quickly get up and head out of the library to my first class.

Now it's third period. Somehow I’m managing through the first half of the day.

???: “Alright everyone today, what we are going to be doing for our next project is something to bring more awareness for mental health this month.”

Angel: “How joyful.” I thought.

Mrs. Inzinga takes a couple sips from her water bottle and continues.

Mrs. Inzinga: “So what everyone is going to do is to choose a style of writing you want to do and you're going to write in that style to spread the message of why people should be more aware of mental health.” she explains.

She looks around the room.

Mrs. Inzinga: “Now I know this topic is very sensitive but I feel it’s important from a writer's perspective to spread more awareness to the world about this issue. If anyone has any problems about doing this assignment you can come and speak to me privately. However, does anyone have any questions for me about this assignment?”

I look around the room. Some kids were shaking their heads except for one, he had his hand raised up high for everyone to see. Mrs. Inzinga turns to his direction and smiles lightly.

Mrs. Inzinga: “Yes Cameron?”

Cameron: “Wasn’t this assignment supposed to be poetry based?”

Mrs. Inzinga: “It originally was but I changed it because I want everyone to have more creative freedom for this assignment.”

Cameron: “Thank God because I hate doing poetry. It’s so dumb to write about.”

Cameron, he is the supposedly “leader” of his group that bullies me all the damn time. I hate how he thinks poetry is dumb. Poetry is just one option of a writing style. Now mind you I don’t necessarily love to write poetry but at least I have an understanding of why poetry is effective to people. I don’t know why this got under my nerves so much but I decided to speak up about this.

Angel: “I don’t think it’s dumb.” I told him.

Everyone turned to me even Mrs. Inzinga. The whole class knows I keep to myself and prefer to not speak so this took them by surprise. Cameron scoffed.

Cameron: “Wow look who is speaking?”

Angel: “Wow look who has opinions?”

The whole class oo’s to my smart comment. Cameron looks off to the side and smiles a little. He turns back to me.

Cameron: “I would have you know my opinions are always right so I wouldn’t even try to start an argument right now.”

Angel: “So you think your opinion of poems being dumb is right?”

Cameron: “Correct.”

Angel: “Well it’s not.”

Cameron: “Alright, explain it to me then.”

Angel: “Poetry is a style of writing. People don't necessarily have to love it but should come to an understanding how poetry is an effective writing style for other people who love writing poetry or just love writing in general.”

Cameron: “Pfff please you don’t have the creative freedom for poetry. You always have to rhythm whenever you have to write poetry.”

Angel: “Not true, you can have a lot of freedom for poetry. There are many different styles you could do for poetry. One of the styles I personally love is freestyle poetry. You can write whatever you want to write about.”

Cameron: “Why would you want to do that?”

Angel: “To express more of your creative flow and also it’s a way to express your feelings.”

Cameron: “Nah that’s dumb.”

Angel: “What, feelings? Don’t you have any of those?”

Cameron: “I do, what’s your point?”

I sigh and was about to speak until,

???: “Her point is to just shut the fuck up and validate people’s feelings and opinions, got it?”

We all turn to him. Min Yoongi. He only speaks every once in a while in this class. Apparently he has a bad reputation I’ve been hearing around school. I don’t think he does, I think people are just making up more bullshit rumors for people to believe it. I remember the one time I saw him doing his “worst” but he was just standing up to these guys that were giving a new staff member trouble around the school. I wish I have the guts to do that but I don’t. That’s why I give him my respect and think he is not the bad guy. After the bullies ran away I remember Yoongi looking at me. He gave me a death stare but I just stared back at him, trying to pass the message with my eyes that what he did was awesome. I think he got my message because his eyes softened. He looks off to the side a little, looks back at me, and then he walks away from the direction I came from. I watched him walk away. I could see through his stride he has a lot of confidence and to not mess with him. I smiled a little and then start walking to the library. That was the first time I ever smiled since my parent’s passing.

Cameron's smirky smile quickly disappeared and the room fell into silence. It was unsettling to me, I quickly fix my hood to try to hide my face from everyone in the room.

Mrs. Inzinga: “Thank you Yoongi but please don’t swear.”

Yoongi: “Yes Mrs. Inzinga.”

Mrs. Inzinga: “Thank you, and Angel,”

I look up to Mrs. Inzinga a little bit.

Mrs. Inzinga: “You made really great points.”

She smiles and I just give her a simple nod back.

Mrs. Inzinga: “Alright moving on, let’s start on the project now.”

I look at Yoongi, I felt his stare from the back of the classroom. He winks at me and then gets out his laptop. I internally smile and get out my laptop as well.

Few periods later it’s lunch, the worst period I dread every day of the school week. I have to deal with Cameron and his friends bullying me. I always hide in different places during this period but they always find me. I quickly zoom through the commons, passing the lunchroom hoping I can hide in the girl’s locker rooms. On my way there within a blink of my eyes they are right in front of me. Cameron roughly grabs me by the shoulders and slams my back against the wall. I groan in pain from the impact.

Cameron: “Well, well, well if it isn’t the mute girl who actually spoke up for once.”

I was still groaning from the pain.

Cameron: “And you choose to speak up to me.”

He scoffs.

Cameron: “Rookie mistake mute girl.”

He pushed me more into the wall in order for me to look at him.

Cameron: “Oh now you're not going to speak up now?”

I’m tired of dealing with Cameron and his crew. All I want is for Yoongi to show up and fight them right now so I could make my escape.

Cameron: “Maybe she doesn’t want to talk because there’s people around?”

He scoffs.

Cameron: “Okay listen here mute girl. You will meet us afterschool by the front of the school if you don’t show up,”

He goes up to my ear.

Cameron: “You will regret it.” he whispers.

He backs away. I just nod my head automatically. He smiles.

Cameron: “Good.”

He lets go of my shoulders.

Cameron: “Let’s go boys.”

Cameron and his friends start walking away from me. Once they were in a good distance I bolted into the girl’s locker room. I just hid in their for the rest of lunch.

School was over and I didn’t want to meet Cameron and his friends after school. I made her I got out school quickly but sneakily. When I couldn’t see the school in the distance anymore I took a sigh of relief. I made sure my hood was securely on and I continue my depressing walk home. I was about six minutes away from my house at this point. I kept walking, minding my own busy until someone quickly grabbed arm and pulled me into the alleyway I pass by. I scream a little.

Cameron: “Don’t worry mute girl it’s just us.”

I took a second to process.

Angel: “Why the fuck are you here?! Leave me alone!” I thought to myself.

Cameron smirks.

Cameron: “I warned you mute girl. You didn’t show up like you should have. Now we must give you a punishment.”

Cameron came closer to me and started to kiss my neck. My eyes widened.

Angel: “No.” I mumbled.

Cameron stops and looks at me.

Cameron: “I’m sorry what did you say?”

I took a deep breath.

Angel: “I said no.” I told him sternly.

Cameron laughs a little.

Cameron: “Oh sweetheart, that’s not option now.”

Cameron started kissing me again but going more rougher on my neck.

Angel: “Stop!” I yelled.

His friends came over and started to put there hands around me as well. They were kissing and touching me all over. As I kept struggling they would start beating me up. They punch me all over my body, aggressively. Then Cameron punches me in my left eye. I went silent, trying to process this new experience in pain. I freeze in place like a statue, they lay me down on the ground and started to punching, kicking, and kissing me again. At this moment I thought,

Angel: “This is it. This is where I die, I wanted to die the moment I found out my parents died but I never thought it would actually be this soon. I don’t think I’m actually ready to die. I want to keep living for my parents but it’s so difficult to keep going. Mom, dad, if you can hear me, please help me get out of this situation and I’m sorry. For everything.”

I slowly close my eyes. I couldn’t do anything at this moment. I open my eyes again when I felt hands around my head. I look and it was Cameron. He was about to smash my head into the pavement. My eyes widen with fear.

Angel: “No!” I thought.

Cameron smiles at me. I can see the evilness in his eyes. He raises my head and then suddenly.

???: “Yo.”

Cameron turns and the guy punches him square in the face. Cameron falls hard to the ground, when I look up I saw him. It’s Yoongi.

#bts x reader #bts army #suga #agustd #fanfiction #suga x reader #agust d x reader #yoongi x reader #bts oc #d-day

[shingyou]

CLOCKWORKS PART I

Wake up, wake up, I have to tell you all about a dream I had last night. Was it a nightmare, was I high? That's right, I was drifting slowly. Yes, hear it from me.

Have you listened to your wonders of childhood? Lately, you've been glued to an oscillator Seen you up and down, seen you repress a frown Aren't you gonna take my hand, enjoy a ride?

ELECTRIC, TRAUMATIC, ANNIHILATE THE NIGHT CYCLONIC, DYSPHASIC, ABANDON WHAT IS RIGHT YEAH, I CANNOT BELIEVE WE'RE FOOLS UNDER SUNLIGHT

And no we don't talk, never talk, we forgot how to We don't walk, tears — bespoke, we've lied our way through If you stood here 'fore me, I'd fucking kill you

Now hear the gears, this is clockwork Music box you've fine-tuned Melody of ocean Fantasmagorical Hear it say, at the end of days Tick tock in the fume, tick tock till the tomb

I will rewire your core, but you can't watch Fucker's been around for so long, I can't count Could defuse or break, craft a moon-shaped bomb, hey Hey?

INTENSITY, HUMANITY, SERENDIPITY, SELFLESS MOCKERY DIVINITY IS NOT FOR ME, I'M NOT A TIMELESS ENTITY I WILL BREATHE IN AND COUNT TO THREE, ETERNITY AND TREACHERY

You're so lucky, you wished for death And you've been cursed by my own faith Forever, I will murder, and your whole life, back together

This flirt is toxic But I'd still kiss It's getting old At least not cold

Now hear the gears, this is clockwork Music box you've fine-tuned Melody of ocean Fantasmagorical Hear it say, at the end of days Tick tock in the fume, tick tock till the tomb

Turn the lever, can't get tired, I just don't Dust our stupid hearts, I could make them work again I've sought a place where you'd be safe, want her to be safe too Put myself in danger, thrill a whole crowd for you

HEALING FANTASIES DYING IDIOCIES FUCKING VANITIES

Now red eyes, like I'm evil, I'm trash and shit When midnight strikes twelve times, threw up on my feet I have scarred all of their walls, gasoline-lit

Now hear the gears, this is clockwork Music box you've fine-tuned Melody of ocean Fantasmagorical Hear it say, at the end of days Tick tock in the fume, tick tock till the tomb

This flirt is toxic (I don't hate you) But I'd still kiss (I could kiss you) It's getting old (Predictable) At least not cold (At least not cold)

No tiredness, no boredom, everlasting ghost for your clockworks that I want to paint crimson red. Your blushing face.

#writings #poem #my art #poetry #writing #literature #my writing #art #song #song lyrics #lyrics #songwriting #songwriter #clockworks

[losingluckynumbers]

This might just be me having a one-sided conversation with the void also known as the world wide web, but I'd feel like a major hypocrite and an all-around fakester if I didn't share A Random Thought with you every now and then.

So here we go, picture this: I'm having a great time chilling in my kitchen eating ice cream, and listening to Stray Kids' new album (the entire thing is a 10/10 mad banger!). My dog is sleeping next to me. I go to the freezer to get another ice cream. Life's good.

I briefly check IG and as I'm scrolling down with the bass pounding in my headphones I see something that makes my heart stop. It's a picture posted by Reuters: a Ukrainian man grieving next to the covered body of his granddaughter. She was killed in a Russian* missile strike in Kiyv yesterday (*those warmongering murdering fuckers, may the flames of hell be your final destination).

We see pictures like this every day and eventually grow close to numb to them (sadly so). I see pictures like this all the time. But for some reason, this one was a major "hi it's reality, I'm here to kick you in the face" -moment.

Here I was having a great time enjoying long-awaited music and sugary goodness, warm and safe. That man and that poor girl and way too many others don't even have the luxury of being safe in their own homes. I had to pause the music, hug my dog, and really think long and hard about how incredibly lucky I am at this very moment - and how much I hope everyone else could be too.

This whole text is like a massive cliché, I know. No punchline, nothing funny here. There's also no other point to be made than please remember to appreciate all the good things you have and don't forget about those less fortunate.

I'm gonna go get a third ice cream now. Just in case there'll be a day when I can't.

#...those fuckers are our next-door neighbours too so fuck them very much is the mood #I just needed to put this into words #jo:unscripted

[subbypeterparker]

Cause This is Thriller

Peter Parker x fem!reader

not proofread.

Summary: You and Peter go to a Halloween party, but your halloween costume distracts Peter too much, and you leave to have your own little party with him

Warnings: sexy times. enjoy, hoes!

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Happy Halloween guys!!!!

"Alright, no peeking."

Peter is currently sitting on your shared bed, covering his eyes with his hands. It's Halloween Eve, and you've both been getting ready to got a party you've been invited to. For the occasion, you bought a very short dress, and decided to surprise your boyfriend by having him cover his eyes.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you perfect your lipstick, and leave the bathroom.

"Alright, open your eyes. He opens them, and the sight makes his eyes widen. You're wearing a short black dress with a low neckline that shows off your tits, with a little black witch hat, and knee high black platform boots.

"So, what do you think?" you do a little flourish with your hand as he laughs and walks towards you.

"I think you look...sexy," he says as he grips your hips lightly.

"Why thank you Mr Parker," you plant a kiss on the tip of his nose, "You look amazing right now."

"Oh, in this old thing?" Cocky motherfucker. Adorable, but cocky.

He's in a black suit and white shirt that perfectly frames his body. His shirt is unbuttoned a bit, and his tie is a little loose. His usually messy hair is even more messy.

He looks like he just had sex.

Which he so will after the party, but that's beside the point.

"Shall we leave, Mr Parker?"

"Yes we shall, Mrs Parker."

"Hmm, I like the sound of that," you both have big smiles as you kiss each other.

"Alright, let's go!" You grab your bag, slap his ass, and open the door to leave.

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The party was...loud. Leave it to Flash Thompson to throw the loudest party of the century.

"Well, I guess it's safe to say the fucker hasn't changed much since high school," you laugh with MJ.

"Yep, he's still a pain in the ass."

"Mmmm, don't look behind you, but there's a girl who's been checking you out for the past half hour," you say between taking sips of your beer.

She turns around immediately. "MJ!"

"Hey, she's cute. I'm...gonna go talk to her. Bye!" She grabs her beer from the counter beside her, and walks away.

Smiling to yourself, you take a sip from your drink, and begin dancing along with the music. You make eye contact with Flash, who's dancing with a very hot girl. He flashes you a thumbs up, and a hug smile. Despite how annoying he is, you've gotta admit it's nice seeing a familiar face. No matter how stupid it is.

A body comes up behind you, and you don't even have to turn around to know it's your boyfriend. You start grinding on him lightly, only to find that he's already hard. You turn around to look him in the eyes.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi, lover," you kiss his cheek.

"Can we go?" His voice is shaky, and he's trying to discretely palm himself through his pants.

"I kind of want to stay for a few more minutes. Is that okay?"

"Please Y/n? I'm so hard," you kiss his lips gently to shut him up.

"I think you can stay here for a little bit."

He groans in annoyance, but you're already pulling him towards Betty and her new boyfriend.

While talking to the new happy couple, Peter stands behind you. At first you think nothing of it, until you feel his hips moving against you.

This fucking boy.

He's dry humping you in a room full of people. Well, two can play at that game. You move your ass against him, grinding against his bulge. He lets out a moan, and tries to stifle it with a cough.

Betty and her boyfriend give the both of you strange looks. Now you need to get out of here. You make up some bullshit excuse about you and Peter needing to leave the party early, and grab his hand to lead him out the front door.

Because it's Halloween in New York, there's not many taxis around, and the both of you don't want to wait for one.

Lucky for the both of you however. Flash's house isn't far from your shared apartment. You both start walking there as fast as you can in your heels. It's freezing, so Peter gives you his jacket.

After a very uncomfortable elevator ride with an old couple who noticed Peter's boner, you were standing in front of your door, trying to unlock it as fast as possible.

Once inside, Peter is on you. He pushes his jacket off your shoulders, and kisses. you roughly. You work on unbuttoning his shirt, while he takes off his shoes. After some minor struggling, you remove your shoes, and he helps you jump into his arms so he can carry you into your room.

He trips multiple times on the way there, and almost hit your head against the wall, but you manage to get to the room scuff-free.

He gently puts you back on the ground, and you push the door closed my leaning against it with your back.

He gets on his knees in front of you, and pulls the edges of your dress up, silently asking for consent. After you nod yes, he pulls your panties down, and pushes your dress higher up onto your hips.

He licks a long stripe up your cunt, lapping up the signs of your arousal. When you let out a small whine, Peter becomes desperate for more sounds from you, and hikes your leg over his shoulder, and continues eating you out.

His tongue swirls your aching bud, and your legs almost give out. He flattens his tongue against your cunt, before thrusting two fingers in and out of you.

You release all over his face and fingers, and he kisses your inner things as you come down from your high.

"Good boy," you say breathlessly, "You're always amazing," you stoke his cheek while he sits on the floor, licking his fingers clean of your cum.

You're a bit tired from you orgasm, but no way is the night ending here.

He stands up, and holds your hand so you can both walk over to the bed. He pulls your dress over your head, and undoes your bra as you undo his belt and push his pants down.

He jumps onto the bed, and wiggles off his boxers, shirt and tie. You crawl into bed next to him, and straddle his hips. His dick is brushing against your clit, and you grind on him, eliciting a moan from him.

"Please don't tease me tonight," he grips your hips lightly.

"Nuh uh, not after the stunt you pulled earlier at the party," your slick lubricates his cock, allowing you to move smoothly. "Dry humping me in a room full of people? How pathetic. Look at you now. Whining over my pussy, and you're not even inside me yet."

He lets out an even louder whine than before when you reach up his chest, ghosting your fingertips over his abs, watching them flex under your touch, before reaching his nipples, where you pull on the skin.

"I'm sorry Y/n! You looked so fucking sexy in your dress, I couldn't help myself from looking at you."

"Aw, well since you've been so sweet to me tonight, I'll go easy on you, love."

You lift your hips, and line his cock up to your entrance, before fully sitting down, swallowing him with your pussy.

You start your bounces off slowly, but pick up the pace after a few seconds. He grips your ass, pulling you closer to him, before attaching his mouth to your perky nipples, and sucking them.

You bring a hand down to your clit, and begin rubbing small circles. A whine escapes Peter's lips. As much as he loves watching you get yourself off while using him, plus when you touch yourself, he wants nothing more than to be the one touching you.

He furrows his eyebrows, and pouts a bit as he hits your hand out of the way to be able to rub your throbbing clit. He turns his attention back onto your nipples, and circles it with his tongue.

When you clench around him, he knows you're close, and speeds up his movements on your clit.

"Fuck Y/, please cum for me. Please!"

You let yourself go, and release all over his cock. The feeling of you cumming around him pushes him over the edge, and he finishes inside you.

Panting, you both come down from your highs, and you push yourself off him and lie down next to him. He lowers himself between your legs, and when he sees your shared cum dripping from your cunt, he takes two of his fingers and pushes them inside of you to push all of his cum inside you.

"Fuck Peter, that's gonna make me come again," you lightly moan out.

When he's satisfied with how much cum he pushed inside of you, he comes up to kiss you, and lies down next to you.

"You know, if dry humping you in public gets me this as a punishment, I will be sure to do that more often," he smirks a bit as he turns his head to look at you

"Don't you dare, Parker," you look at him, a warning tone in your voice.

"So...round 2..?"

#peter parker #tom holland #sub peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker one shot #peter parker blurb #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #peter parker angst #peter parker x you #peter parker x fem!reader #love him #happy halloween #subbypeterparker

[fairyaali]

felix and luka ( separately ) with a fem! s/o who has that pastely soft aesthetic and has the matching personality to go with it ! ( naive , kind , caring etc etc ) but can get very very bitchy when angry!

 HELLO! I’m super sorry about the wait but here it is hehe <3 i tried to make it as accurate as possible so i hope you like it ! 

Pairings: Luka Couffaine X Reader , Felix Graham De Vanily X Reader.

Warnings: swearing! 

Felix

 Felix Graham de Vanily has never imagined the day when he would be actually in love - but it actually happened and he wasn’t even prepared for it.

Needless to say, it hit him like a truck and sent him to heaven.

This was his heaven, being on a big bed with you and playing with your hair while you watched your favourite show on Netflix.

“I told you he was going to be the bad guy! I knew it all along!” You exclaimed and jumped up, startling him but ultimately, making him smile.

“It was quite obvious my love.” He chuckles and you pout, crossing your arms while you plop back down next to him.

“But he was my favourite character Felix! And he’s probably going to die now too.” You look up at him and he can’t help but smile at your adorable, pouting face.

He cups your face in his hands and you instantly smile when you see his smile. It was contagious. He rarely smiled so you just feel so much joy bubbling inside of you when the blond smiled at you and you couldn’t help it.

He quickly kisses the tip of your nose and you giggle before crawling on his lap, peppering his face with kisses and completely ignoring the show you were watching.

The room was filled with little kissing noises and giggles coming from both of you.

His hand moves from your waist to your thighs, caressing the fabric of the white thigh high socks you were wearing beneath your pink tennis skirt.

His touch comforted you and you close your eyes, resting your forehead on his and humming gently.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers out of the blue and you gently open your eyes, staring right into his.

A blush creeps on your cheeks and you part your lips, inching closer to his face to kiss him.

A thought bursts through your head move your lips could touch and you smile brightly.

“Can we go feed the ducks again?” You ask him, your eyes bright and excited at the memory of the last time you went with him.

He took you to the park last time and you fed the ducks together because it was something he enjoyed doing as a child with his nanny. You didn’t know that such a simple activity could bring him so much joy and you were looking forward to the next time you two did it.

His face lights up and he nods, “Of course darling.” He replies and you excitedly hop off of his lap. “Wait you meant right now?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were already lacing up your boots so you look at him over your shoulder and pout. “Yes?” You question.

“I thought we were going to..you know..” He looks away sheepishly.

You smirk at him. “Don’t worry Felix, you can have me all to yourself later, I promise.” You say and finish with a wink.

He nods and blushes, letting out a small chuckle.

You finish up putting on your boots and wait for him to get ready before the two of you head out of his house hand in hand.

You two walk through the park, his hand in one of your hands and in the other hand you held a small paper bag full of bread for the ducks.

Children were playing all over the park and people were chatting around you. It was nice to get out of the house with him sometimes, even if he does prefer staying at home.

“Oh look it’s Felix.” A male voice said which was followed by laughter.

You feel Felix tense up and he freezes.

You were quite confused as to what was happening so you decide to turn around and see two guys around the same age as Felix and you.

“Please ignore them my love, let’s go.” He whispers to you and you furrow your eyebrows at them before nodding to Felix.

“I see you got yourself a little girlfriend.” They speak again and you can hear their footsteps behind you. “You’re making a big mistake dating that little pansy babe, come with us and we’ll show you what a real man is like.”

You were livid.

You couldn’t control yourself so you turn around, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand.

“A real man huh?” You say and cross your arms over your chest, walking up to them. “I’d rather die than date one of you hideous mother fuckers.”

They were taken aback, wide eyed, probably not expecting you to talk back.

“Felix is more of a man than you ever will be.” You stare right into the bully’s eyes. “When was the last time you ever got some huh?” your lips curl into a smirk.

“I-i…uhm, well..” he stutters and the other nudges him, mouthing something.

“That’s what I thought.” You say and turn around. “Don’t ever come for my boyfriend again.” You state and grab felix’s hand, looking up at him.

His face was beet red, his eyes were wide and you couldn’t help but grab the back of his head and kiss him right then and there.

He smiles against your lips and you pull away before the two of you walk away from them.

“That was..” He clears his throat. “hot.” He blurts out.

You cover your mouth with your hand and giggle.

The two of you continue your day near the lake, laughing and throwing bread for the ducks to eat.

He made you feel safe and now you were at peace knowing you did the same to him too.

 Luka

 You’ve been waiting for this night for a long time.

Your boyfriend’s first opening gig with his band.

It wasn’t something grand and big – I mean, it was just a small pub downtown but you knew this was a big night for him and so it turned out to be a big night for you too.

You were ready to show him all your support and love, wearing your favourite flowy dress and his lucky guitar pick hanging on a silver chain around your neck.

Your friend Marinette was by your side, she even designed the costumes for everyone so both of you were super psyched for what was happening.

You made your way to the back stage and saw your boyfriend, Luka, sitting down on a chair and tuning his guitar, nodding his head to the beat.

“Luka..” You whisper and tap his shoulder.

He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smile instantly making it’s way on his face.

“There’s my favourite girl.” He says and gets up, hugging you tightly while you giggle. “I’m so glad you could make it.” He says quietly.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You say and kiss him on the cheek.

He kisses you on the forehead and pulls away from the hug, wrapping an arm around your neck.

“Hey Marinette.” He says and smiles at her.

The bluenette grins at the two of you. “Are you excited?” She asks.

“More like nervous.” Luka replies and let’s out a heavy breath. “I’m not usually this nervous but damn, I can’t believe we finally got a gig.”

You look up at your boyfriend with adoring eyes. “Don’t be nervous Luka, I know it’s going to go great.” You reassure him and he smiles down at you, nodding.

Luka is a really calm person so seeing him nervous means that this really means a lot to him. He has been practicing for weeks and you couldn’t be more proud of how far he’s come.

You gasp at the sudden realisation of something and move away from his grasp, rummaging through your little back pack.

“A-ha!” You say and pull out a blue bracelet that you made yourself.

You look up at Luka and smile before handing it to him.

“I made this for you and I want you to wear it tonight for goodluck.” You say, your cheeks heating up when you look at him as he stares at the bracelet you made. “Since you gave me your lucky guitar pick for me to wear, I thought I should give you some luck of my own.” You look down at your shoes sheepishly.

“You’re an absolute angel, have I ever told you that?” He says and grabs your hand, making you look up at him.

You glance down at his wrist and see that he already put on the bracelet.

You get on your tip toes and give him a small kiss on the lips.

“Thank you.” He whispers and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Guys get ready in 5” Someone says from the curtains and Luka instantly stiffens up.

You give him one last kiss on the cheek before walking next to Marinette.

“Goodluck.” You say and give him a reassuring smile as you wave at him.

He nods at you and runs a hand through is hair before grabbing his guitar.

You and Marinette leave back stage and make your way to your seats.

The pub was small so it easily got crowded with people.

You sigh and play with your hair. “I’m so nervous for Luka, Mari.” You tell Marinette.

She rubs your shoulder to calm you down and shakes her head.

“He’s going to do just fine girl, you’ll see.” She says and gives you a bright smile which comforted you.

The background music playing in the pub fades away and the lights start to dim.

“La bulle proudly presents, Kitty Section!” A voice says over the speakers and whistles and claps fill the room.

The curtains open and it reveals the band in their designated places.

You glance at Luka and smile at him before the music starts.

Rose was in front, singing her heart out to their original song and Luka was behind her, nodding his head as he played the guitar with passion.

You admired him and his talents, he used to write and sing so many songs for you, little did you know that one day he would actually be performing in front of a real audience.

Luka was vocalising to the chorus with rose and his eyes suddenly find yours.

He looked amazing.

The clothes that Marinette styled them with, his skin glistening under the lights and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat.

You bit your lip as you kept looking at him. He was so into the song, so immersed in everything and it was so fucking hot to you.

He noticed this and his lips curled into a small smirk.

“Wow.” You breathed out quietly.

Marinette was beaming at the band and clapping. “I know right!” She laughs happily.

You grinned and sat up as they ended and clapped.

The whole pub was clapping for your boyfriends band and you were so happy for them.

Everyone was walking to talk to them of greet them and all you had on your mind was Luka, you just wanted to hug him and congratulate him and maybe even make out with him in the bathroom.

“Excuse me.” You mutter as you try to make way towards him.

Your eye catches a blonde girl in front of him, talking to him and laughing.

You freeze and something bubbles inside of you.

Jealousy?

You weren’t the type to be jealous but you couldn’t help the feeling.

You decided not to think much of it and gulped, continuing to make your way toward them.

“Can you like, sign my boobs?” You hear her say and giggle.

“Pardon?” Luka blurts out, looking at her with wide eyes.

Nope. That was it.

You quickly move between the last few people and walk up to them.

The girl started to unbutton her shirt and you furrowed your eyebrows.

Before anything else could happen you made your way to Luka and grabbed his shirt, kissing him.

The girl stopped her movements but held her hand on the buttons of her shirt.

You pull away from Luka and watch him as he blinks a few times, dazed as to what just happened.

“go show your boobs to someone else you skank.” You spit out, narrowing your eyes at her.

She scoffs at you and flips her hair before walking away from you guys.

You clench your jaw and Luka grabs your hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luka says and you huff.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You look away from him and frown.

“You know, I wasn’t going to sign her boobs.” He says and shrugs.

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Yeah.” You murmur.

“Didn’t know you could be so jealous.” He says in a teasing voice.

It was your turn to scoff and you look at him. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Uh-huh.” He says and you stare into his eyes for a moment.

He was smirking at you, so calm, while you were red and angry inside at the thought of some bitch showing her boobs to your boyfriend.

Next thing you knew though, you were sitting on the sink of the pubs bathroom, making out with your boyfriend.

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily x reader #felix graham de vanily #luka couffaine #luka couffaine x reader

[strawberryama]

Fall in Love on Disco Pang Pang

contains : seijoh 4, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, x reader, scenarios, getting done yeeted, mattsun’s is a lil suggestive but not nsfw (i’m sorry i’m a whore 😫), i know twice and whatnot wasn’t exactly around when these fuckers were in high school but work with me okay? Thanks 🤠

if you don’t know about wolmido’s disco pang pang, click here!!

You were walking around the amusement park by your lonesome when you noticed the big machine. The two friends that came with you ended up bringing their boyfriends, and you got left all alone. But looking up at the disco pang pang ride, you tilted your head. The line was far from long. It seemed to be a lull in the evening as a lot of people were grabbing dinner or even heading home for the night.

“Couldn’t hurt,” you thought out loud. You trudged on over to the line, pulling your sweater sleeves down. You’d seen and heard so many stories about the ride. And as you pilled into the ride, you found a spot for yourself. It wasn’t crowded by any means. It was no more than ten people, including yourself.

Can’t wait to embarrass myself, you thought.

Oikawa

this asshole of a show off was able to calmly stand in the middle, balancing perfectly during the ride with what you only assumed was his friends telling him to sit down

you couldn’t tell if you wanted to let yourself be impressed or if you were mad he was able to do that at all

regardless you were struggling to even stay seated, jumping and being thrown about like a rag doll

the girl near you had slowly been yeeted towards you and ended up knocking you out your seat, into the center

everything happens so dang fast next

you can hear the park speakers blaring The Feels by Twice and you’re being thrown by the demon of a ride, struggling catch yourself even a bit

and as you’re thrown into the air, the chorus of the song hits

you’re grabbed, strong arms pulling you to your feet, pressing you into a broad chest

as you look up to see who helped you all you hear is

“YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART, OH YEAH!”

and you didn’t know if it was a omen or if irony but you felt your heart explode

the cocky, show off was the one keeping you stable

“Caught you just in time, princess! Hold on,” he chuckled.

You couldn’t even respond, cause you were just mesmerized by his everything. His eyes were so warm and energetic that smile on his face was actually not irritating at all, just really cute and fun-loving. This guy was having the time of his life.

Another thing you noticed with his strong grip was he wasn’t half as steady as you thought he was. But neither were you. As another jolt came, you found yourself falling again.

“Hey, hey!” the mystery guy called out. His strong grip on you was the only thing keeping you up. “Spread your legs a bit. It’ll steady you!”

He was still so smiley as you regained yourself, gripping his biceps for help. He was all giggles as the ride began to spin and you finally steadied yourself.

“So, what’s your name? Seems you’ll be stuck here a minute!”

“I’m ______,” you yell over the music and wind.

“I’m Oikawa! Nice to meet you!”

“You too!”

You could just barely hear him but he was mumbling the song’s lyrics and you snickered.

“Do you- Do you like Twice?!”

“Hunh? Oh! Yeah! They’re great! I love how fun their music is! I got to go to a concert of theirs actually. It was loads of fun!”

“Awesome! My sibling listens to them a lot. I’ve been meaning to get into them!”

“I can show you all their best songs! We should hang out after this! Make a lil date, hunh? I’d say you owe me after I saved you there!”

Cocky lil guy. Oikawa winked at you, playfully grinning. He sure was lucky he was cute, you thought. Cute, personable, strong, you had to admit, it wouldn’t hurt at all. Besides, it was better than hanging around the park all by yourself, hoping your friends return to you. You deserved to have fun and enjoy your evening too.

“Sounds like a plan!”

Iwaizumi

you were doing a damn good job for the first half of the ride truthfully!

especially considering you watched a strawberry blonde go rolling across the floor of the ride

but when the second half kicked in, with much jeering and whatnot from the mc, the ride was kicked into overdrive

when your half was raised and jostled, your hands slipped from the railing

and next thing you knew, you were getting thrown around left and right, fighting for your fuckin life out here 😫

that’s when you felt a strong arm yank you up

you couldn’t even see your savior but they had the strongest grip with their arm about your waist

“hang in there,” the guy holding you laughed, loudly

and when you were jostled more by the ride, you were able to turn enough to see whose lap you sat upon

“Thanks for your help,” you call to him over the music and wind

“Don’t mention it!!”

When the ride ended, you promptly jumped up for the guy’s lap. But that seemed to be too quick as that last minute, or so it felt like, of being spun around had left you without your land legs.

And as your knees gave out on you, the strong arm from before wrapped back around your waist. “Oi, why don’t you let me walk you to a seat or something. I’m afraid you might fall on someone else,” he chuckled. Helping you stand up, he placed a hand on your shoulder, turning back to the boys he was with. “I’ll catch up with you guys later, okay?”

He didn’t even wait for a response before leading you off the ride. He kept that warm hand on your shoulder, making sure you were steady. The guy lead you to one of the food stalls, sitting you at the bench near by.

“I’ll be right back!”

You watched him curiously as he ran up to the vendor and spoke with them briefly. Exchanging some yen, he jogged back over with two water bottles. He held one out, plopping down on the bench besides you.

“O-Oh! Thanks, you didn’t have to do that,” you note aa you open the bottle.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Name’s Iwaizumi, by the way.”

You look over at him, taking a sip from the bottle. Was he….interested? No..he was just…being nice? Maybe…

“_______,” you respond. “Thanks for grabbing me in the ride and after.”

“No problem. Didn’t look like you came with anyone really. Figured you might want a little company?”

“Ah, you didn’t have to. I came with my friends but, uh, they brought their boyfriends and ran off. Can’t exactly do that, so might as well enjoy the park by myself.”

“Did you want to?”

You were taken back by his question, tilting your head. “Want to what?”

“Roam around the park with your boyfriend?”

“Oh! Oh, no. I don’t have one,” you laugh. Damn dude, way to make me spell it out that I’m the only single one in my friend group, you thought. Taking another sip from your water, you looked to the ground almost embarrassed.

“Want one? Even if just for the night?”

Spiittt!!!

You choked, slapping your chest trying to regain yourself. Iwaizumi hit your back, frowning at what he’d caused. He was quick to follow up with “It was only a suggestion! I’m so sorry!”

“No- No. I’ll,” you stop, coughing a bit more. “I’ll take your offer. You just caught me off guard.”

Makki

before the ride began a group of guys sat down near you, all giggling and whatnot

the boy closest to you had an ashy pink hair color. Or was it a dirty strawberry blonde? Either way, he waved and smiled

you politely waved back and returned to your tightened grip on the safety bars

as the ride began, you focused on staying put but that wasn’t the easiest task you learned

suddenly all the videos of people getting yeeted and tossed about like ragdolls made sense, as you found yourself tossed to your left, closer to the guy

he didn’t even notice as he was struggling to stay in place, getting jostled by his friends, thrown closer to you

next you knew, the guy was in your lap, arms about your shoulders

he practically shrieked, jumping off you, yelling out “I’M SO SORRY!!”

your poor soul didn’t even get a second to recover as you’re thrown out your seat, towards the center of the ride

As you are slowly being yeeted to the center of the ride, you felt a hand pull on your wrist, tugging at you. You reached out for a second, luckily catching a break from the jostling. The hands pulled you up and into the seat, holding your forearms still.

“There you go!”

You whip your hair out your eyes, flicking your head to the side, being met with the guy. You sat besides him and the machine changed to spinning instead of jolting.

“Th-Thank you so much,” you pant. God, this ride was well, a ride, to say the least.

“Don’t mention it. You can hold onto me any time. Just call out for me,” he joked. You found yourself giggling at the dumb joke. He was pretty cute actually, and funny to boot.

“How will I know what to call?”

“It’s Hanamaki! Just call me Makki.”

“Makki,” you repeat. Your short lived peace is replaced by the aggressive jolting again and your eyes go wide. Your attention is thrown to staying seated before you can tell him your name.

And next you know Makki is thrown into the center of the ride, letting go of your sweater sleeves. You knew that only could mean one thing.

You were next.

No doubt about it, you absolutely were. You fell into the center, on your knees, struggling to stand up or get to a seat. Frick, you could just barely make out that Makki was still near by, stuck in the center as well. You know you just met him, but you figured calling out for his assistance again wouldn’t hurt anything.

“Makki!” you call out. The guy had just barely managed to roll over to you, reaching out to you. He struggled a bit but stood up, grabbing your hand.

“You called?~ Lets get you back to a seat, shall we?”

Makki, the stranger you just met, was a bit wild you learned quickly. As he held onto you, fighting to keep you both on your feet, he flung himself towards a seat when the machine jolted again. Somehow, someway, after a few more attempts, you two made it. You landed besides him, arms wrapped about his neck as an anchor of sorts. Meanwhile, Makki gripped the safety bars.

“Sorry, don’t think I caught you name, by the way.”

“______.”

Mattsun

you went in too confident about your ability to stay seated

you let out a shriek as soon as you got thrown into the air, out of your seat

you found yourself forward rolling across the ride as if it was tumbling class, and at some point you managed to stand up and you’d never been more scared and proud at the same time before

the mc made a comment about how he’d find you a boyfriend and you looked to the PA box confused before getting thrown yet again

and you fell right into a big guy’s lap, knees on either side of his hips, his hands on your waist

“be sure to send me a wedding invitation for getting you two together,” the mc laughed

you practically growled, hands gripping the railing before looking down

oh no

🥵he’s hot🥵

fuckfuckfuckfuck

“hey pretty girl,” he cooed. “Glad you found your seat!”

his grin was so lazy but hot at the same time

and his eyes while dark had a caring, intense look

the brunette besides him began making a barfing noise, hollering “I want off this thing, and his ass is flirting! Unbelievable!”

Looking to his friend, you let out a laugh. You looked back to the guy whose lap you were on though, smiling. “My name is ______! What’s yours?”

“Matsukawa!”

Your smile grew and you began to shift to get off his lap and sit besides him instead. Of course, the asshat controlling the machine jolted the machine, throwing you into Matsukawa further. The pair of you went up, but his arms wrapped about you tightly, trying to keep you from getting yeeted. Your grip on the safety bars only tightened then, fear in your eyes.

The jostling and jolting had you bouncing on the guy’s lap the entire ride, and you let go of the safety bar with one hand to hide your face. Even in the crisp night air, you felt your body burning from embarrassment.

“I-I’m so sorry about this,” you whimper.

“Nothing to apologize about! You get a secure spot and I get a cutie on my lap,” he chuckled.

“GET ME OFF THIS THING!!!” Matsukawa’s friend shrieked. You both turned your attention over, watching him shove his finger to back of his throat at you two. “Get a room!”

“I was hoping to get her dinner first, Oikawa!”

You laid your head on his shoulder, hiding from him and the world. God. He was too smooth for his own good, you thought.

“So, what’re you feeling? Or did you eat already?” Matsukawa asked.

Oh god. He was serious. “A-Anything is fine!” You waved off the question, just trying to make it through the ride at this point. God. Seven or so minutes went on for what felt like an eternity.

“Just try to hang in there, and I’ll be sure you get a nice meal, then!”

And you barely managed to hold onto Matsukawa for the rest of the ride. You were nearly thrown onto the floor or his friends a few times too many. But every single time, Matsukawa’s strong arms and hands reeled you back in. His feet were planted flat, legs manspreading as a tactic to keep in place - which fyi, oddly worked.

When the ride finally came to a stop, you slowly released Matsukawa. He helped you stand up slowly, fixing your hair for you. He patted himself off before standing up with a lazy grin.

“So, about dinner.”

He held out his hand to you and waited patiently. His friends didn’t even bother waiting for him. The one that was being dramatic did however make another barf noise, booing Matsukawa. Something about ‘not fair he gets a date on boys night.’ Still you blocked it out, taking Matsukawa’s hand.

“That…sounds nice after that Hell of a ride.”

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Kaleidoscope

Title: Kaleidoscope

Author: 📷saras_girl

Pairing: HPDM [plus the usual RWHG, GWBZ, etc]

Rating: NC17

Wordcount: ~104,000

Warnings: EWE, more crime-solving than my usual advent fic, mental health/hurt-comfort vibes, insane amounts of UST and pining. It’s also worth noting that allusions to colour-blindness in this fic are very literal and unrelated to the non-magic version. Also original characters, a certain amount of angsting but ALWAYS a happy ending. Secret self-referential fun that you may or may not enjoy. It’s one of my fics, basically. It is what it very much is.

Also, I know the whole JKR thing is shitty right now but as far as I’m concerned, fandom belongs to us and I don’t care what she thinks. What doesn’t belong to me, sadly, is the music of the 1980s, which features a fair bit in this story.

Summary: If Harry’s honest, the last thing he needs is a house full of Draco Malfoy, but partners are partners, and perhaps, the thing he wants the least will turn out to be absolutely everything.

AN: Yes, I’m back! I can’t promise I’ll be able to do one of these every year but last year I missed it so much and it was wonderful to come back to the advent madness. I really enjoyed writing this story and I can only hope you all enjoy reading it, too. There may be a bonus after the 25th because I wasn’t quite ready to stop writing in this universe, so look out for that.

Thank you as always to my favourite one, who chose some great prompts this year and, as always, held my hand, bounced up and down for me and took me out for walks in the leaves whenever I got stressed. Apparently, I hit every one of my ‘advent bingo’ targets this year, one of which was, apparently, loathing the story until I read it back in editing, at which point I decided I quite liked it. She tells me that I do this every year. We’re probably all very lucky she is a very tolerant being and has decided to put up with me for the last 12 years.

This story is inspired by every last fucker involved in this years Olympics, for keeping me together this summer, and especially to Tom Daley, Simone Biles, and Gianmarco Tamberi, all of whom are singularly brilliant.

Kaleidoscope is for everyone who believed in me when all my words dried up. Thank you so much. Everyone always tells me to write for myself, and I promise I do, but I also do it for you, and here it is. Have the most wonderful December you can possibly make for yourself, and believe in the magic of Christmas, whether you celebrate it or not. The lights are shining for all of you.

Much love,

Nat x

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Mcyt Drunk Headcanons

Request? nope! But requests are open!!!

Warnings? Cursing, Alcohol, Hangovers, One Nsfw joke for JSchlatt.

Pronouns? Not specified but gender neutral.

Extra notes? Nope! Enjoy my friends!

Quackity

He’s super talkative when he’s drunk.

He’ll even talk to complete strangers like they’re his best friend.

This man always ends up saying the weirdest shit.

“Hey babe, did you know that Hitler was nominated for a Nobel peace prize?”

“How do you know these things-”

Besides his talkative state, he also gets really clingy while drunk.

Almost possessive of you

“Get over here babe, I don’t like how that guy is looking at you.”

“That’s a poster, Alex…”

It’s cute seeing him drunk and jealous.

Mans wants to be with you at all times.

Bonus Hangover headcanon:

He doesn’t usually have bad hangovers but when he does you take care of him the entire day.

“Babe my fucking head hurts so much....”

“Well maybe that's because you banged your head against the wall while drunk!”

“waaaaaaaaa....”

Karl

He’s just really sweet when he’s drunk <3

Constantly reminding you he loves you and giving you so much affection

 “Y/n have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Yes babe, yes you have… and 3 of those times were just tonight!”

He needs your affection or he will think you don’t love him anymore.

He gets really paranoid as well for no reason…

“Y/n what if we get home and there’s a robber!” 

“Karl we are home…”

“AAAAAAAA.”

Bonus Hangover headcanon:

He would still be hazy and not remember anything from the night before.

You would tell him everything he had said to you and he’d be like:😳😳😳😳

“I said all that? aaaa why do I have to be so embarrassing?”

“It’s ok bubs, it was cute!”

Wilbur

Just like Quackity, he is a talkative mess….

Chatting it up with every person you two cross paths with.

But when he’s drunk he’s also scary…

Not in an aggressive way.

But in a sense that it’s scary trying to guide this giant around while he’s wasted.

It’s like trying to keep a tree from falling down.

He also gets really stubborn and acts like a baby

“Wilbur we have to go.”

“NoooOooooOo…. I don’t WaNnA.”

“Wilbur….”

But eventually, you talk him into leaving, and you two jam to songs in the car.

Blasting your favorite music as you watch him lay all the way back in his seat and basically yell the lyrics….

Bonus Hangover headcanon:

He’d wake up feeling tired yet surprisingly well.

“Goodmorning y/n! You look exhausted...”

“Yeah cuz I had to carry you’re 6′5 ass around all night!” 

“F u c k I’m soooo sorryyyy.....”

George

I feel like he would just get really flirty and be just so sweet.

Complementing you every 10 seconds

And kissing you every 5…

“Y/n gimmie a kiss kiss…”

“*Nose bleed*”

He just wants to show you all of his affection.

You two would spend the entire night cuddling and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

And in the morning, you would sleep in till noon.

Bonus Hangover headcanon:

He would have a little minor hangover.

Nothing too much, maybe just a headache.

“You fucker. Your so lucky you don’t have to deal with the pain of a real hangover.”

*george crying because his head hurts* “a real hangover...?”

Jschlatt

He would be kinda aggressive but in a cute way.

He would mistake you for someone else and shoo you away if you would try to kiss him.

“Get da fuck outta my face slut! I got a s/o!”

“Uhmm…. I am your s/o?”

If you were at a party it would be a hassle to get him to leave.

He’d be drunkenly dancing to whatever song was on regardless of if he liked it or not.

He’d beg you to let him stay and just act like a baby.

“Y/n… Your soo meann…. You neverr let me stayyy…”

And when he gets drunk…

He goes all the way….

Shot after shot after shot. Going crazy all over the place.

But once you get him to calm down

He’s really sweet

Holding you and praising you the entire night.

Bonus Hangover headcanon:

He would have a sorta bad hangover but he would just joke all the way through it.

You would do anything he says to make him feel better.

“Hey ya know what you can do to help me?”

“What?”

“Suck my dick.”

“Ight bet.”

“Wait no y/n- I was joking- Y/N!”

Badboyhalo

He rarely ever gets drunk…

Like maybe once or twice a year...

But when he does…

He’s so fucking clueless about everything.

Once he even mistook rat for an actual rat!

“AaAaAA. wHAT IS tHAtttT!??”

“It’s rat?”

“AAAAAA A RAT?” 

He’s also really sweet when drunk too. 

He gets really clingy and won’t let you go for a second.

“Babe I have to go stream!”

“NooOOoOoOOoOo STayYAYyyayyYY.”

Bonus Hangover headcanon:

He would get really bad hangovers because of the fact he rarely gets drunk.

You two would hold each other the whole day.

Only getting up for food, the bathroom, and you getting things for him.

You would stop him in his tracks if he tried to get up to get himself water.

“No babe let me go get it.”

“Thanks honey... What did I do to deserve you?”

“Everything...” 

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