#//Occasionally I think about looking for openings but I do not have a good mic or anything vOTL

[balloonboyismyson]

If I could be ANY profession... I would want to be a voice actor

[enwoso]

Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write a fic where Rooney and Russo are recording there new podcast and they mention a funny story to do with you. With Alessia x reader pairing. You can make the story up but I thought it would be funny

THIRD WHEEL — alessia russo

sorry to whoever requested this as it’s took me so long to actually finish it, but it’s finally here!

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"hello! and welcome back to the tooney and russo show with me y/n l/n, and before you all ask don't worry i'm not stealing vic's job she's just poorly" you said down the microphone, getting yourself comfy in the big chair opposite the couch that alessia and ella were sat on.

"thank god we only have to put up with you for one episode!" ella says rolling her eyes playfully as you gasp, the two bursting into laughter.

"hey!"

"anyways i'm here with two of football most famous friends, alessia russo and ella toone!" you cheered as the two opposite you clapped as well as the people behind the cameras.

"are we the most famous friends?" ella turns asking alessia who shrugs, you clearing your throat to get the brunettes attention back.

"they've just written that on the script to boost your ego" you smile quickly before looking back down to the ipad as the ella starts laughing as does less.

“i’m not lying it’s on here!” you hold the ipad up in there direction showing them, “you really know how to make someone feel good about themselves don’t you, y/n!” ella jokes as you nod you head.

“it’s my speciality — ask lessi i do it on the daily for her!” you say winking jokingly towards less who shakes her head at your silliness.

“whatever helps you sleep at night love” alessia sighs, not wanting to disagree with you knowing the ramble you would go into.

"anyways before we get sidetracked anymore, the fans want to know a bit more about your routine when playing, asking if you find it hard to sleep before a big game?" you read out the question that was on the ipad in front of you.

"speaking on behalf of all three of us here, but we all sleep like babies!" ella says as you and alessia nod in agreement humming.

"yeah what's the saying, can sleep on a camels back" alessia blurts out making you make a confused face, as you mouthed a what to ella who shook her head also having no idea what the blonde had just said.

"that's not a saying babe, you've just made that up!"

"i have not, search it up!” the blonde defended her self as you still looked at her with a confused face trying to understand what she meant from her try at an inspirational message.

“um yeah moving on.. i sleep good all the time to be fair. but do either of you remember the night before the euro final?” you asked them both, ella nodding while less say shaking her head.

“oh yeah, i remember that night. do you not?” ella agreeing with you as she directed the last part of her sentence the blonde sat next to her, who shook her head while mumbling a no into the mic in front of her.

“so obviously we was staying in this really nice hotel, the tottenham hot spur hotel it was i think, and everyone was asleep and um in the night the automatic blinds kept coming up” ella explained as you nodded along.

“i never even noticed to be honest, but i remember you complaining about it in the morning” alessia pointed over to you.

“yeah and i only noticed them because you’d took all the blankets from me and i’d woke up freezing, and then-“ you began as the blonde across you cut you off with a gasp as her mouth went wide open.

“you say this all the time, but i don’t hog the covers!” the blonde said in a defensive tone, ella watching with a smirk on her face at the bickering between the two of you an occasional giggle coming from her.

“how would you know if you do or don’t? your asleep less?” ella commented as you hummed your eyes going wide, “exactly!”

“and then the stupid blinds kept me awake and then less had her alarm set for dead early and she didn’t even wake up — honestly worst night sleep i’ve ever had.” you grumbled carrying on with your small story as alessia mumbled into her mic about you being overly dramatic.

“oh i hate alarms me, i’m the type who had to wake straight up as soon as it goes off” ella says as you hum, “cause once you start snoozing, it’s game over”

“lessi is the worst for snoozing”

the podcast carry’s one as you talk along with the two girls, about random things that start a different conversation until you get up to the fan questions section of the pod.

“so we are up to when you guys at home get to know ella and lessi more off the pitch as they answer your questions where nothing is off limits, i’m excited for this bit” you smile down the camera before smirking to the two girls as they look at each other scared. you continuing to scroll through the ipad.

“first one is weirdest thing your both scared of?” you say giggling to yourself knowing what both of their answers are going to be.

“probably bananas” ella says pulling a face of disgust as you ask why. “i dunno, i just really don’t like them.

“um turkeys or just birds in general” alessia shrugs as your mind takes you back to the world cup of when there was loads of them there.

“there definitely both weird, the next one is directly for you lessi — this fan has said: alessia your half italian but can you actually speak it” you say reading the comment word for word off the ipad, looking up to see the blondes blank face as you begin to laugh along with ella.

“well i can understand it, i tried to learn how to speak it and i can speak a few words..” less trails off her words getting quieter and quieter with each one she spoke.

you raised your eyebrows humming in amusement, “yep and by tried you mean one duolingo lesson?”

“pretty hard to try and learn it when you have someone distracting you every five seconds wanting attention!” alessia argued, taking a sip of her water which was next to her.

“sorry for showing and giving my girlfriend some love?” you scoffed jokingly as you placed your hands in the air in defence. “next time i won’t bother” you added sassily.

the blonde pouting, mumbling along the lines of that you know that she loves giving you her attention you humming at her response, the blonde holding her hands up in an attempt at a heart with her fingers getting a small smile from you.

as ella dry retched down the mic, “do you have to do the lovey dovey stuff every where we go!”

“okay this is a good one, who’s the better driver” you ask, putting the ipad to the other side.

“well i think we can both agree who it’s not-“ alessia smirked pointed between her and ella who nodded in agreement knowing what the blonde was going to say.

“who?”

“you- do you not…” alessia began before you cut her off, “hang on the question wasn’t to include me, and i know the story your gonna tell and it’s gonna be completely wrong but carry on” you sulked, sinking further in the chair you were sat in opposite the two best friends.

“no so you were in a really tight parking spot, which can i add i told you not to park in-“ alessia began to tell the story in between laughs as tooney listened intently, you sat across from them with a frown on your face.

“—and there was this bollard to the right of the car and i told you that you were gonna hit it if you carried on but you were adamant you weren’t gonna hit it. and of course who was right cause then the back of your car ended up with a massive dent in the back along with scratches along the side”

“yeah but in my defense right, since i did move slightly the way you told me to and if i hadn’t i definitely would have missed it” you defended yourself as alessia rose her eyebrows not totally convinced.

“is this the day you came to england camp sulking?” ella asked as alessia nodded her head slowly in response for you, you not wanting to admit it.

“and now i’m banned from driving lessi’s car-“ your frown deepened.

“i mean i’m not surprised!”

“and that’s all we have time for today, before i get outed anymore!” you perked up once again, the two girls straightening themselves up as you looked down the central camera.

“like you haven’t been outing us for the whole ep love” alessia commented as you waved your hand at what she said.

“thanks for joining me, less and tooney as i third wheeled-“ you began again but got cut off by ella. “no i was, as always!”

“bye!”

[garciaasfluffypen]

it sounds like music to me

pairing: jemily x fem!reader word count: 3.4k warnings: reader is a bit bratty, SMUT. minors dni. top!emily, bottom!jj, switch!reader, fingering, pussy licking, based off of this ask and a little bit of this ask a/n: i hope its okay i mushed these two asks together!! also, as much as we love older jj and older em, i couldn't not do baby faced jj and em. i mean, look at them

emily and jj knew it would be hard to find a third person for their relationship, but didn’t expect it to be this hard.

they had been searching for just about a year but had been coming up short. the first girl was only in town for the summer, the second got jealous too easily. the third didn’t understand that jj and emily were a package deal, and the fourth only wanted emily. they had tried app after app but couldn’t get anyone who understood it was both of them or none of them. that seemed to be the hardest part, not knowing what they were going to get. if they were going to get someone who understood, or someone who they would have to coach through every step of the way. sure, they found the occasional gem, but there was always someone who was nice. was just what they were looking for.

they weren’t sure what they had expected when emily took a gig at the local dive bar, but they found themselves meeting up with some of their queer friends for dinner, drinks and according to the flier, “a fun night of entertainment!”. jj had never been one for singing, she had always preferred to do the behind the scenes stuff for emily. emily was the voice, the talent of the two of them. she was the one who was plastered all over social media, the one getting all the views. it could have been the reason some of the people found them attractive, now that she was thinking about it. It could very well have been the reason the girls were attracted to them. but she didn’t really mind, as long as she had a good time.

but they hadn’t met you yet.

you were the local musician for hire, typically playing guitar wherever you could. it wasn’t the best little side gig ever, but it got you the money to put food on the table. you had been doing the gigs you could pick up along with serving and bartending when you could. most of the money went to the bills you had to pay on your shitty studio apartment just outside of dc, but whatever you made from your gigs was what got you from paycheck to paycheck. you typically made enough to get through the week, but this week you were struggling. your car broke down and the bar was closed for renovations, meaning you were relying on yours serving tips to get you through this week. thankfully, there were some extra open mics going on this week that were desperately looking for a guitarist. and you just happened to be free.

which was probably how you found yourself at the dive bar at nine pm, sitting on a stage and playing along with people as they either sang their little hearts out or were very clearly drunk and looking for attention. the main act wasn’t going on until ten, and you knew that they most likely got more than you did, but you didn’t care. you simply were here to join in on the fun and maybe get laid. it was win win for you, unless you went home empty handed. then it was a win lose. but you were having fun, you got free drinks since you were providing the entertainment and it was interesting to see the different people and how they acted when they had alcohol in their system. every little bit you were whisked into different songs that didn’t have a backing track, and when you weren’t needed you could go sit at the bar and enjoy it. they had given you a flat fee for the night anyway, so it wasn’t like you needed to stay up on the stage.

you had noticed a group of women staring at you all night, and you one hundred percent were playing into it, but didn’t know much beyond that. every time they pointed at you or looked in your direction, you would wave or wink or do something that would make the blonde one giggle. she had been on her phone for most of the night so you weren’t sure what her game was, but you were only on the clock for another half hour before you could sit back, relax and enjoy whatever was going on after the little community singing night. you debated going to sit with the blonde and her friends, but figured something was going on with them since they kept looking towards the door. it probably wasn’t meant to be, anyway. you rarely found girls that were into the stuff you were into.

but that’s when you noticed them.

emily prentiss, or as you had begun to call her, one of the hottest people you had ever seen on social media, ever. you had heard rumors that she and her girlfriend were looking for a third, but knew the chances were slim to none that you’d ever run into them. however, it looked like luck was on your side as you watched them walk through the bar and head over to the group of girls who were eyeing you all night. you downed your beer, heading over to the dj and asking if you could play a quick song before they switched the stage over. if you had any chance to get with her, tonight was that night. you had enough alcohol in your system to give you the kick you needed to play the song you wrote inspired by her, so why not give it a chance?

emily’s eyes caught yours as you sang on the stage, the notes effortlessly flowing from the guitar in your hands. she almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing as she looked over to you, then back at jj, who had somehow started talking to the bar manager within the past five minutes. all the thoughts in her head disappeared as she listened to you sing, mesmerized by the tone of your voice and how the words came out of your mouth in ways she could never comprehend. she couldn’t help but notice the lyrics resembled a girl who sounded suspiciously like her, but shrugged it off, considering there were a lot of brown haired brown eyed girls out there.

“em?”

“sorry, what was that?”

“i was asking if you were set, since we soundchecked earlier today.”

“yeah, we should be good.”

“are you okay?” jj looked up at her. “you don’t have to-”

“no, i just saw a pretty girl, the one on stage.”

“hm?” jj turned around, looking up at the stage. “oh wow, she is pretty.”

“do you think…?”

“if you want to try, we can try. but by the looks of it, i think pen has been scheming all night.”

emily chuckled as she saw the blonde heading over to the bar, seemingly ordering a cup of whatever you had been drinking. considering penelope had told the two that she had seen someone they might be interested in, it was easy to put two and two together. she really hoped that the girl up on stage was the girl pen had her eyes on all night.

before she knew it, the stage had been switched for her set and she was whisked into the world of music, momentarily forgetting her whole plan of getting you to come home with her and jj. however, penelope did not forget and beckoned you over the second she saw you were free. you got pulled into a conversation with her and the three other women at the table, all of whom seemed to be friends with jj and emily. you noticed that jj was very timid and quiet, very unlike emily. but you had come to find out it was pretty easy to fall for the people who were total opposites of you, so you presumed that was the dynamic they had going on. you got along with them very well during the night, and got even more free drinks out of it. plus, you got to see emily perform as well. jj slipped away a few times to take videos for social media, smiling proudly as her girlfriend sang her songs.

after emily’s set was over, she made her way over to her friends, guitar bag hanging over her back. she set it down and slipped right into the conversation, taking a second to register you sitting at the table. you were pretty tipsy by now, borderline drunk, and you knew if you didn’t go home with emily and jj you’d be going home with someone else on one of your dating apps. the night could go one of two ways, and you really hoped it would go the way you wanted it to go. the older woman, who you learned was a therapist named tara, tapped out around midnight since she had clients in the morning. penelope and the shorter girl, kate, followed shortly after, mumbling something about needing to get enough rest before heading into work. which meant you were left with emily and jj. alone.

“you play guitar, yeah?”

“i do.” you nodded, taking another peanut from the cup on the table. “been playing since i was ten. my dad taught me.”

“any other instruments?"

“nah,” you started, smirking. “i probably could learn more though, i’ve been told i’m good with my fingers.”

you knew flirting with people was risky, but you figured it was worth a shot considering how emily had looked at you when you were singing earlier. a jolt went through your body as emily’s eyes darkened, and jj’s face became covered in a layer of blush. your intentions were clearly known now, and both girls in front of you looked at each other in silent agreement before jj got up to go close their tab. within minutes, you were shoving a ten dollar bill into the tip jar for the bartenders to split and following jj to the car where emily was waiting for you. the ride back to their place wasn’t horribly long, but the tension was palpable. emily had her hands on you before you could even get into the front door, pulling at the fabric of your shirt to get you inside.

“is this okay?”

“yes. very okay.” you nodded breathlessly. “i’m yours.”

you were lightly pushed onto the couch, both emily and jj coming to sit by you. jj started running her hands through your hair as emily bought you in for a kiss, her lips setting your body on fire as she kissed you. jj’s hand wandered down to your torso, finding its way under your shirt as she started placing kisses on your neck. you sighed contently as your hands moved to emily’s front, blindly reaching at the buttons on her blouse in an effort to get them off. emily wordlessly shrugged the blouse off, breaking the kiss momentarily so jj could get your shirt off. jj turned your face so you were facing her, softly kissing you. her kiss was different than emily’s was, and it sent a different wave of energy through you. it was much softer and had a little bit of restraint behind it, but not enough where it would deter anyone. you cupped her cheek as an effort to get her to kiss you harder, your other hand grabbing one of emily’s hands and placing it on your breast.

emily maneuvered herself so she was on the floor between you and jj, expertly sliding your bra off and placing one of your hardened nipples in her mouth. a moan escaped you as your head fell back at the pleasure coursing through your veins, both emily and jj consuming you wholly. carefully, emily laid you down on the couch and spread your legs apart, letting jj hover over you and take your other breast in her mouth. emliy started placing open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, getting dangerously close to your center, but never close enough to give you that relief. your hips buckled up as jj placed herself on your lap, placing kisses on your chest as emily continued to torture you slowly. your hands clutched at jj’s hips as you pulled her close, hands eventually making their way up her back and getting her as close as you possibly could. eventually, jj lightly tapped at your shoulder as she expertly maneuvered herself behind you, pulling you to her chest as she slotted you in between her legs.

the dynamic stood out to you like a sore thumb, and it was hot as hell. you could almost see the visible switch in jj’s eyes as she crawled behind you, ready to do whatever it was emily told her. you didn’t feel yourself switching that easily, the need to be bossed around with pushback was too strong tonight. it could have been the alcohol, it could have been the fact that the last guy you had sex with was vanilla as they came. you needed to be a brat, and you needed it now.

“open your legs all the way, baby.” emily looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“make me.”

her eyebrows shot up. “make you?”

“make me.”

emily let out a chuckle as she went to pull your legs the rest of the way apart, a smirk playing on her face as you resisted. you felt jj dig her face into your shoulder, a hint of a smile on her lips as she watched the way emily reacted to you. they hadn’t had anyone who challenged her like this, it was a nice change. and to be quite honest, it was hot. jj had never had the balls to challenge her girlfriend, submitting to her relatively quickly. but there was something about having someone who could challenge her that made her think that you would be a permanent addition. jj’s hand wandered over your torso as she started placing kisses on your shoulders, pushing your hair out of her way with her free hand. she wrapped it around her palm, lightly pulling your hair to move your head back, making room for her to place kisses on your neck. emily’s fingers danced dangerously close to your center, and suddenly they weren’t. you whined, kicking your feet a little bit as you stared at her.

“you need to earn it, y/n, can you do that?”

you smirked. “you two gonna make it worth my while?”

“oh i’ll do more than that.”

emily pulled you up, flipping you over so you were facing jj. wordlessly, she guided your head to jj’s chest. you knew exactly what she wanted you to do, and you decided to play along. you were needy and horny and desperately needed to cum. you took one of jj’s breasts in your mouth, smirking to yourself as a moan fell from her lips. the hand that wasn’t holding yourself up started exploring the skin that had been exposed, playing around the baby blue band of her underwear. emily’s hand went to rub at your ass, massaging it as your knees slowly spread across the couch cushions to make room for emily to reach where you wanted her the most.

“make jj cum and i’ll think about letting you cum after her.”

“roger roger, captain.”

you made your way down jj’s torso, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as you looked up at her for consent. as she nodded, you slowly pulled the cotton off her hips, throwing them somewhere on the floor with the rest of the clothes that had been discarded haphazardly. as soon as your mouth hit her center, her hips buckled up to reach your mouth. as you ate jj out, you saw emily walk around to where jj had shifted to lay on the couch, propping herself over jj’s face. while your view was mostly blocked of jj, you had the perfect view of emily as she rode her girlfriend’s face. jj, who was caught in complete ecstasy, clutched at emily’s thighs as your tongue got faster and faster. between jj’s reactions and emily moaning, you could practically feel the wetness dripping down your legs. as you inserted a finger into jj’s center, you saw emily shake with pleasure as she came for the first time that night. she pulled herself off of jj’s face, brushing some hair out of the way as she bent down to kiss the blonde. seconds later, jj clenched around you as a loud moan escaped her, her arm flying to cover her eyes as her back arched. she flopped back down as she came down from her high, you slowly slipping your fingers out as to not startle her.

emily quietly walked behind you and put herself between your legs, her fingers finally touching you where you needed it the most. a groan fell from your lips as you fell forward onto jj’s shoulder, letting her run her hand through your hair as emily finger fucked you. the noises that were falling from your mouth were unholy, as were the sounds filling the room. jj went back to massaging your breasts and placing kisses over your skin, her free hand ghosting over your arm.

“only good girls get to cum, have you been good?”

“fu- emily please!”

her fingers slowed down. “have you been good?”

“y-yes! please i- i’m so close.”

“have you… been good?”

“i-i’ve been good please!” you begged, breaths becoming ragged. “emily please!”

emily quickened her pace again, watching with a smirk on her face as the orgasm you so strongly needed snuck up on you. your body exploded as you let yourself go, the release you had been longing for all night flowing through your veins while jj and emily helped you through it. jj pulled you into her arms as emily pulled out of you, padding away somewhere you weren’t sure where she was going. jj placed a kiss on the top of your head as emily came back, cup of water in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other. robes were draped over her arm, setting them down on the coffee table as she began the aftercare you needed. you chugged half of the water while emily cleaned you up, being careful not to hit your sensitive areas that would cause you to flinch. she cleaned up jj next, placing a small kiss on top of her hair and rubbing her cheek lovingly. you shimmied off jj’s lap to make room for emily, shoving yourself into the farthest corner of the couch you could muster without curling into a ball. emily pulled you back over to where they were, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek.

“you did such a good job, angel, you really did.” emily smiled at you. “what else can we do for you?”

“what do you mean?”

“we don’t expect you to leave, y/n. aftercare is important.” jj piped up from the couch. “stay the night, let us take care of you.”

“i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

“nonsense.” emily gave you a stern look. “stay. it’s way too late for you to be driving anyway.”

“oh i uh… i didn’t drive to the bar. i figured i’d be drinking so i just ubered.”

jj smirked. “she’s pretty and smart?”

“mm, debatable on smart.” you chuckled. “but i appreciate the compliment.”

“will you stay? at least until the morning. i don’t want you ubering this late.” emily looked at you with those big chocolate brown eyes.

“okay fi-ine” you jokingly sighed. “i’ll stay. as long as i get to sleep somewhere comfortable i’ll be fine.”

“then we’ll show you the way to the bedroom.”

you opened your mouth to decline the offer to sleep in bed with them, but emily held up a hand and gave you a stern look. you held

your hands up in surrender, knowing you wouldn’t be able to fight her on it. she helped both you and jj up, letting you put on one of the robes before leading you both to the bedroom.

“do what you need to do in the bathroom, love, we’ll be here when you’re done.”

you turned to emily. “thank you, a lot. and you’re sure i’m not intruding?”

“i promise.” she smiled at you. “now go do your stuff and come cuddle.”

“yes ma’am.”

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Chanel purse

➼ compendium : you bought another purse without permission

➼ dynamic : !sugar mommy zyu x !fem reader

➼ warnings : guided masturbation, vibrator, squirting, onsided masturbation, phone sex, mommy jihyo obv, reader has a degradation kink, dirty talk (just jihyo), passive aggressiveness from zyu, reader is horny hearing zyu scold her :((

requested?? : nope (request are open tho)

➼ word count : 637

a/n: I’ve been obsessed with zyu recently LIKE OFMFKDKDJ (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝) not proofread Oopsie

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You shut your laptop after buying yet another Chanel purse with jihyos credit card, shes been on her work trip for the past 2 weeks her absence drove you mad as you started to buy any online purchase that sparked your interest including a 1.5k pink purse with a pearl handle

Your phone rang with a incoming call from jihyo, answering her raspy voice started to speak fast over the phone “y/n another purse what the fuck are you doing” you put her on speaker phone picking up your cup of tea “I got bored my bad” rolling your eyes jihyo could sense that you didn’t care about the purchase “y/n I’m so serious” her voice deepened causing you to squeeze your thighs together “m’sorry I just missed you so much I needed to occupy myself” she sighed into the mic before lecturing you, her voice just turned you on forgetting about why she even called you, the uncomfortable feeling of your panties sticking to your clit made you rock your hips against the bed the friction caused soft whimpers to escape your lips.

Thinking about using your vibrator you were a bit scared jihyo would hear the buzzing sound your eyes scanned over the bed as your eyes landed on the white hitachi wand turning it on low and sliding your panties aside the wand touched your clit as your breath hitched, rocking your hips steadily with the wand you picked up your phone before placing it on your chest you can tell jihyo was finishing her rant before a particularly loud moan escaped your lips which caused jihyo to stop talking…

“Y/n…” you could hear the dussaponntmebt in her voice “I’m sorry i couldn’t help myself-“ your whiny voice made her show a little mercy on you “are you using the hitachi wand I got you” looking down at the at the wand placed between your folds “yes I’m sorry- I just like the way your voice changes when you’re upset” your voice shook as you felt your release nearing “so you like my voice sweetheart?” The tone of her voice causes your brain to fog “it’s such a shame in not there to fuck my pretty girl silly” jihyo heard your high pitched moaning knowing you were near your release you rocked your hips faster against the wand the vibration still on low the faint buzzing sound was the only thing you heard besides your moans and jihyo helping you cum “I’m so close” your voice barely above a whisper, she heard your pleads to let you cum “turn it up higher” pressing the button the vibrations sped up you stopped rocking your hips as your legs shook and repulsed “please I need to cum please” pleads barely audible, you heard jihyo chuckle at your pleads

“why should I let you cum you spent money on a new purse without asking then proceeded to fuck yourself as I lectured you” your heart sank as you kept the vibrator to your clit trying to delay your release, thinking of a good comeback you decided to keep it to yourself really needing to cum “you know I don’t reward for bad behavior y/n” she sighed again in the mic making it harder for you to hold back “since I’ve missed your pretty voice… I’ll let you cum sweetheart” you whimpered loudly as you let go squirting all over the bed your thighs quivered as you kept the vibrator against your clit, your juices spewing out occasionally “now cut the vibrator off” removing the vibrator before powering the wand off you sat up examining the mess “I want the sheets changed by the time I get back you have 2 hours get it done” seeing the condition of the room you knew you had to get started right away

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[celebtf]

THE SHAWN REPLACEMENT

Shawn Mendes stepped out of the car, adjusting his jacket as his manager waved from the driver's seat. "Good luck in there, man. We’ll head straight to the meet and greet after."

“Yeah, thanks,” Shawn replied, his voice carrying the weariness of endless interviews, meet and greets, and concerts. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the tension built up from weeks on the road. He didn’t have much time to think about it, though. He had to be on point for the interview. Another day, another routine.

Shawn entered the sleek glass doors of the building, the cool air inside washing over him. He checked his phone for the time: 3:30 PM. The meet and greet was in a couple of hours, followed by the concert. Just a quick interview, then back to the craziness.

He hit the elevator button, glanced around the empty lobby, and waited. When the doors slid open, he stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor. The hum of the elevator filled the silence as he leaned against the wall, his mind drifting to the setlist for the concert. It was going to be a long night.

The doors opened, and he stepped out into a modern, minimalist office space. A young man stood waiting for him—a tall, blond guy with stubble and an easy smile. “Shawn, hey! I’m Derek,” he said, extending his hand.

Shawn shook it. “Hey, Derek. Thanks for having me.”

“Of course. Let’s get you set up,” Derek said, leading him down a hallway. The office was quiet, with only the hum of air conditioning and the occasional click of a keyboard from unseen rooms.

Derek opened a door and gestured for Shawn to enter. Inside was a small, sterile room with a chair in the middle and a camera on a tripod in front of it. Shawn took a seat as Derek shut the door behind them, the soft click of the lock barely registering in Shawn’s mind.

“Alright, let’s get you mic’d up,” Derek said, walking over with a microphone pack in hand. He clipped the mic to Shawn’s shirt, his fingers brushing the fabric as he adjusted the wire. Shawn barely noticed; his thoughts were already drifting to the evening ahead.

But then, something changed. Derek’s movements became slower, more deliberate. Shawn felt a coldness in the air. Derek stepped behind him, and before Shawn could react, he felt something tightening around his wrists.

“What the hell—” Shawn started, twisting in his seat, but it was too late. Derek had tied his hands together with a zip tie.

Shawn's heart pounded in his chest. “What are you doing?” he demanded, panic rising in his throat.

Derek didn’t respond. He calmly walked in front of Shawn, pulling a strange device from his pocket. It looked like a gun, but with a metallic sheen and wires that pulsed with a faint red light. Shawn blinked, his mind reeling as Derek inspected the device, turning a dial on the side.

Derek smirked as he lifted the device, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. “I’ll explain it, Shawn, don’t worry,” he said in a voice that dripped with mockery.

Derek aimed the device at Shawn first, his finger squeezing the trigger as the machine came to life with a low, ominous hum. A beam of red light shot out, beginning at Shawn’s feet and rising slowly up his body, scanning him like a digital copy was being made.

The light lingered as it climbed, inch by inch. Shawn felt its heat as it passed over his legs, his torso, and finally up to his face. It wasn’t painful, but it was invasive, like the machine was stripping away every secret his body held.

Shawn watched helplessly, feeling like an animal caught in a trap, as the red light scanned every inch of him. His skin tingled as it moved up his neck and over his face, his muscles tightening as if it resisting the scan.

The beam finally disappeared, leaving Shawn panting slightly from the strange, disorienting experience. But Derek’s eyes glinted with satisfaction.

“Perfect,” Derek said softly, admiring the device’s display, which now contained all of Shawn’s data. “I needed to make sure I get every detail.”

Shawn's stomach twisted as Derek turned the dial on the device, preparing for the next phase. “Now for my part.”

Derek turned the gun toward himself and squeezed the trigger. This time, the beam of light washed over Derek’s body, starting at his feet. As it climbed, Shawn’s confusion morphed into horror. It wasn’t just a scan—it was *changing* him. Derek’s muscles twitched and rippled beneath his skin. His stubbled jawline softened, the rough patches of hair thinning out as his face began to smooth, becoming more youthful, became flawless—perfect

Shawn’s eyes widened as Derek’s hair began to darken, strands of blond morphing into deep brown. His posture shifted, his shoulders rounding in the exact way Shawn’s did when he performed on stage. It was an haunting sight—like watching a wax sculpture slowly melt into a new shape.

Derek flexed his fingers as the light scanned them, watching with satisfaction as his hands became more slender, the veins and muscles rearranging themselves. His fingernails rounded out, his knuckles losing the roughness they once had.

The transformation was disturbingly precise. Shawn could only watch as Derek’s eyes—previously a piercing blue—turned a warm, familiar brown. Every detail, down to the freckles scattered across Shawn’s nose, appeared on Derek’s face. His cheekbones shifted, and the lines of his jaw rounded until they matched Shawn’s exactly. Even his height adjusted, shrinking subtly to match Shawn’s leaner frame.

The last part of the scan settled on Derek’s voice, and when he finally spoke again, it wasn’t *Derek’s* voice anymore.

“Not bad, right?” Derek asked, his voice now a perfect match for Shawn’s—smooth, deep, and resonant. He grinned, testing the new sound, rolling his shoulders as if he was settling into a new suit. “I’ve got to admit, this feels *incredible.*”

Shawn’s stomach churned as Derek stood before him, now indistinguishable from himself. The sheer wrongness of seeing his own face looking back at him, sent a shudder down his spine.

Derek wasn’t finished yet. He glanced down at the device, turning the dial again. “Now it’s your turn.”

Before Shawn could even comprehend what was happening, Derek pointed the device at him and pulled the trigger. The red light hit Shawn with an overwhelming force, flooding him with a burning heat that made him gasp. It felt as if every inch of his skin was on fire, tingling with a sensation that was both excruciating and numbing at the same time.

Shawn felt his bones shift first, a sickening crackling noise accompanying the reshaping of his skeleton. His tall, lanky frame began to compress, muscles tightening in all the wrong places. His shoulders broadened, growing heavier than they had ever felt. His legs shortened, and his body seemed to thicken, growing bulkier in ways that felt foreign and monstrous.

His hands, which had always been delicate from years of playing guitar, grew rougher. The skin stretched over his knuckles, becoming hard. His fingers, once precise, felt clumsy and awkward as they thickened.

He looked down in horror as his legs bulked up, the lean, athletic build he had known for so long vanishing. His knees felt stiff, and his feet ached as his shoes grew too tight. Everything about his body felt *wrong*.

As the light reached his face, the changes became unbearable. His skin tightened, the soft youthfulness draining away as wrinkles formed around his mouth and forehead. His nose sharpened, his jawline became more angular, and his cheekbones seemed to protrude unnaturally. His hair, once a rich brown, turned lighter, fading to a pale blond as it thinned.

Shawn looked into the reflection of the nearby window and saw *Derek* staring back at him. His own eyes had turned cold and blue, devoid of the warmth they once held. His entire face—once so familiar—was gone. He was now trapped in Derek’s body, his identity stolen, his entire existence erased.

The real Derek—now fully transformed into Shawn—let out a slow, cruel laugh. “It suits you,” he said, his voice a perfect match for Shawn’s. “How does it feel?”

Shawn, still panting from the shock of the transformation, tried to form words, but his mouth—now twisted into Derek’s cruel grin—couldn’t produce anything coherent. He was paralyzed by the sheer horror of it.

Derek leaned down, staring directly into Shawn’s new blue eyes, his grin widening. “You should have seen this coming,” he whispered, his tone filled with sadistic delight. “After all, who wouldn’t want to be Shawn Mendes? The fame, the fans, the life..."

Derek stood back, slipping into Shawn’s leather jacket as if it had always belonged to him. He moved with an ease that made it seem like he had always been Shawn—the way he ran his fingers through his hair, the casual way he glanced at his phone, all of it naturally.

The real Shawn—now trapped in Derek’s body—could only watch in silence as The new Shawn casually dialed his manager. “Hey, I’m done with the interview,” Derek said, his voice chilling in its perfection. “Come pick me up.”

He hung up the phone and turned back to Shawn, a cruel smile stretching across his new face. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your life. "

Without another word, Derek—now Shawn—walked out the door, leaving the real Shawn behind, trapped in a body that wasn’t his, with a life that no longer belonged to him.

The meet and greet went perfectly, almost too perfectly. As Derek—now completely transformed into Shawn Mendes—walked into the event, a wave of excitement rippled through the room. Fans gasped and screamed, their phones flashing like strobe lights as they tried to capture every moment. The energy was electric, and Derek soaked it in, his expression the perfect blend of humility and charm. He moved with effortless confidence, just like Shawn, giving warm smiles and that signature wave that made the crowd roar even louder.

One by one, fans stepped forward, eagerly awaiting their chance to meet “Shawn.” Derek wrapped his arms around them in familiar embraces, his movements smooth, affectionate, and practiced. His hands didn’t tremble as he hugged them, he posed for selfies, flashing Shawn’s trademark grin. He even joked with the fans, throwing out Shawn’s typical playful banter, causing a chorus of laughter and adoration.

Some fans wiped away tears of joy as they leaned into him, trembling in disbelief that they were touching the man they idolized. “Thank you for everything,” one whispered as she hugged him tightly.

“My pleasure,” Derek responded, his voice soft and sincere—exactly the way Shawn would’ve said it. No one suspected a thing.

He studied every expression, every reaction from the fans, feeding off their admiration. It wasn’t just about fooling them—it was about being adored, about living in this intoxicating world of celebrity that had once belonged to someone else.

Derek took extra care with each fan, ensuring no moment felt rushed. To them, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and he wanted to ensure that *their* Shawn Mendes was everything they hoped for. He answered questions, made eye contact, signed autographs with a flourish. To those fans, this was the real Shawn, and Derek reveled in their adoration.

When it was finally time for the concert, Derek stepped onto the stage like he had done it a thousand times. The roar of the crowd was deafening, the sea of faces illuminated by flashing lights and glowing phone screens. His heart raced—not from fear, but from the sheer thrill of it. This was *his* moment now. He owned this stage, this crowd, this life.

The band kicked in, the music filling the arena, and Derek launched into the first song without missing a beat. His voice, now identical to Shawn’s, hit every note perfectly. His movements mirrored Shawn’s signature style—effortlessly smooth, the way he strummed the guitar, the way he leaned into the microphone stand during quieter moments, the little twirls and gestures that drove the fans wild.

As the set progressed, Derek found himself growing bolder, more comfortable in this stolen skin. He interacted with the audience just like Shawn would, smiling down at them, giving them the heartfelt, emotional moments they craved. “You guys are amazing,” he called out between songs, his voice dripping with the sincerity that Shawn was known for. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”

The crowd erupted, hanging on his every word, believing without question that the man on stage was their beloved Shawn Mendes.

With every song, every cheer, Derek felt the power of Shawn’s life flowing through him. He had perfected every move, every look, every smile. By the time the concert was over, the crowd was in a frenzy, chanting Shawn’s name over and over.

As he stood at the edge of the stage, gazing out over the crowd, Derek let the moment wash over him. The cheers, the love, the undying devotion—he had done it. He had truly become Shawn Mendes.

And the real Shawn, now trapped in Derek’s body, was out there somewhere, forgotten and powerless.

Derek raised his hand for one final wave, basking in the euphoria of the crowd’s roaring adulation. He had succeeded.

[certifiedfreec]

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ____ took an interest in you… pt. 2!

(pt. 1 with ghost, keegan, and graves <3)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that ghost took an interest in you…

👻 eye. contact. the moment you step into a room that he’s in, his intense gaze lands right on you! this man doesn’t want to lose sight of you for a second. the worst part is he knows how flustered you get when he stares, intently listening to you talk and giving you his unwavering attention <3 (he could give you all kinds of attention if you let him 🤭) your face’ll flush when he locks those pretty brown eyes of his with yours, and he can’t help but chuckle a little. “somethin’ wrong, soldier?”

👻 sometimes he likes to be nearby while you’re getting ready for the day- and ofc you let him! his presence isn’t invasive though; he simply lingers in your room while making mindless chat, occasionally glancing at you in the mirror if you’re drying your hair or putting on makeup (if you wear any). need help with your jewelry? he’s happy to clasp your necklace together. need help taking anything off? he’s even happier to assist with that <33

👻 he overheard you one day when you telling a new recruit about how you much you liked tattoos, and when you see him the next day he’s conveniently got his sleeves all rolled up!! he’s totally inked, and they honestly look so deliciously good on those muscular arms of his. he’d gladly give you a tattoo tour… you just might find the rest in some more secretive places ;)

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that keegan took an interest in you…

🎆 he makes faces at you when people say things he doesn’t agree with like you’re the camera in The Office. you get the brunt of his eye rolls, furrowed brows, and pursed lips when others annoy him- it’s his snarky way of bonding with you :)) haters that hate together stay together!!

🎆 he casually saves you a seat beside him wherever the ghosts are at whether it’s the debriefing room, the jeep, the heli, or even at the bar during free time. he’ll place something random in the chair like his jacket, his beanie, etc., and then conveniently pick it up when you walk in :’) he likes having you beside him, though he could probably think some of other seats reserved especially for you- who said that omg…

🎆 you two were walking together when he looked down and noticed that your shoe was untied. he could’ve just told you, sure, but it’s in his nature to help others, so he knelt down onto one knee and tied it for you <3 so gentlemanly! if that didn’t make you swoon enough, then the two pats he gave to the top of your foot definitely did :’) he’d get on his knees for you anytime…

i feel like there would be some subtle signs that graves took an interest in you…

🇺🇸 sometimes he picks the bumpiest, most uneven walking paths during operations so you have to hold onto him for support because he’s silly like that!! one time you were both traveling over some pretty rocky terrain, and you had to grab for his arm to steady yourself- all while feeling your face flush bright red. he simply looked over at you with that cocky grin of his, flexing the muscles that were under your touch. “fallin’ for me already, soldier?” (another corny line he uses when he inevitably does it again: “looks like i swept ya off your feet, huh?”)

🇺🇸 he suddenly becomes a standup comedian whenever you’re around, joking and laughing with all the shadows like it’s open mic night. yes, he wants your full attention- and what about it?! when he finally makes you laugh, he can’t help but get a little smug about it; he loves the sound, and he’d really like to elicit some other kinds of noises from you later ;)

🇺🇸 he’s quick to compliment you when you do something right! it starts out all jovial and good-natured, he’ll say things during operations like “lookin’ good out there, soldier,” and “that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” with that subtle drawl of his… then it becomes a liiiittle more purposeful, and he starts to murmur things for only you to hear like “doin’ so great for me, darlin’,” and “knew ya could handle it, sweetheart.” he’s pretty big on praise with you…do with that information what you will! <33

[jellyfishandry]

Crushing on a fellow teacher

Characters: Shota Aizawa, Toshinori Yagi

CW: work place romance, gn reader, reader is also a hero, mentions of injury, mentions of death?,

WC: 620+

A/N: Wrote this in school cause I'm tired, and sick of these people

Shota Aizawa

It really just starts off with his concern for you being higher than the other teachers

He'll check in on you more often, maybe bring you tea or coffee if you're working late

He knows that hero work comes with obvious dangers, even for one working as a teacher, but he can't help but feel bad when you get hurt, thinking he should've been there to help/protect you

That's about when he realizes that he likes you more than the others

Or Present Mic mentions it

He's generally good at hiding how he feels

To the outsider, one would think that you're simply a friend he cares for a lot

He cares deeply for his friends, but everyone who knew him could see that his care for you went deeper

He doesn't really think to confess, cause it might affect his work quality (and yours), and his work comes first

So he just sticks to quietly pining over you

You'd probably have to confess if you want your romantic relationship to go anywhere

If you do confess, he'll tell you the feeling is mutual, and he'd do one of two things

1, decline you offer to start dating, but only because of the work situation, but he'll fully communicate that he likes you too

Or 2, he'll accept, but ask to keep the relationship under the radar so you both can continue teaching and working like normal, and so his co-workers don't treat either of you any different (even though they suspect the feeling between the two of you)

But

If you end up teaching somewhere else, or just stop working at UA, he'd be more comfortable with making your relationship more open to his friends

Either way, very caring and understanding, if you confess or don't confess <3

Toshinori Yagi

Reckless fuck (affectionate)

He doesn't entirely understand why he's feeling this way at first

Like, you should just be a co-worker and friend, but for some reason he's feeling more

Also thinks of it as "I'm willing to die for anyone, but why them even more???"

He really tries to play it off like he just cares for you in a platonic way

I believe that throughout his life, he was too focused on hero work, or training to be a hero to think much about romantic relationships

But he's not entirely clueless about romance

He's seen a lot of stuff in media, and might've had a few small relationships in the past, but nothing as serious or intense as the things he's feeling towards you

He tries to act casual around you, but he really doesn't know what to do with himself

He'll occasionally bake things for the staff just to see the joy on your face when eating the sweets

He feels somewhat insecure about his true form

He hasn't exactly been directly body shamed

But that generally insecurity definitely lives in the back of his mind

Can't help but check in on you more often and help you with things

Because of his past hero work, helping you comes naturally to him

The other staff notice his actions, and they quickly catch on

A few students catch on as well

He tries to keep his emotions and feelings on the back burner, so he can focus on his students and teaching

But eventually it gets overwhelming, and he forces himself to confess

It's most likely after hours when you're both tired and stressed

He just needs to get if off his chest, whether you'll reciprocate his feelings or not

You're probably not super surprised, cause of all the clear signs

He's so happy when you say the feelings are mutual

You'll probably end up keeping the relationship under the radar, cause he doesn't want villains using you hurting you or using you against him

Though the staff find out relatively quickly cause the soft looks you give each other pretty much gives it away

|| Intro || Masterlist ||

[pjmsneverland]

Notes: This fic is in the growing pain collaboration with the awesome @napofamoon. Haven’t written this much in a long time and this really inspired me so thank you.

Warnings: shy!reader, rockstar!gyu, musician!reader, vocalist!reader, unprotected sex(don’t.), public sex, implied squirting, dom!gyu, light choking, mention of trauma.

Summary: When Beomgyu and his band meet yn at auditions in his hometown for an opener he finds he’s attracted to more than just her voice and insane guitar skills. Beomgyu makes it his mission to get her alone while on tour and really give her something to sing about. He fears she’s already his new favorite.

Sometimes you think you do a little too much trying to justify your hopes and dreams. Maybe it’s the trauma, the copious amounts of coffee or the fact that you have not shut the fuck up since you discovered your ability to talk and sing. You pant as you wipe down the tables of the diner in preparation to close shop as your coworker, Mark, laughs at the way you hastily switch from table to table.

You had an audition to get to early in the morning and after classes you only had a thirty minute gap to rehearse your song before you had to clock in for the lunch rush.

“Excited for auditions tomorrow?” You crack a smile at him and give a shrug.

“I hope it goes well. Apparently the lead singer, Beomgyu, is super picky so there’s a chance I won’t make it past the first note.” Your stomach plummets at the thought but you chuckle to alleviate your apprehension. Mark rolls his eyes as he pulls out a chair to sit on to give you his undivided attention.

“You release good music and people listen. You’re gonna kick ass yn.” He encourages sincerely.

You smile at the boy shyly and nod.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Of course. Don’t forget me when you're famous.” He quips, rising up from the chair before he pushes it back in.

“Forget you? Never that.”

Mark’s stomach drops at your words but he shakes it off, playfully shoving you before urging you to go home. You insist on staying to close with him but he denies you the pleasure when he snatches the rag from your hands.

-

You carefully cross the busy street of the city as you look around constantly, anxious that you might be in the wrong place but your doubts are put to rest when you see the line outside of the exact building you suspected. The people in the line converse while fans are occasionally getting escorted out for showing up in hopes to meet their heart throb of a boy band. You are wide eyed and curious at the things happening in front of you. Reality starts to set in as you realize you can’t mess this up.

Taking deep breaths is the way you choose to ground yourself as the line gets shorter and shorter until it is your turn to walk on the stage where a table is set up with three of the members sitting with varying expressions. You make a note to yourself to not make eye contact or hold it too long but before you can take your own advice your eyes lock with one of them in particular. He’s dark eyed and his hair is cut to a length that frames his face so beautifully. He smirks as his eyes examine you from head to toe.

“Contestant 7Z please set up your equipment and introduce yourself when you are done.”

You are brought back from your trance at the sound of the man who sits next to the one you were shamelessly drooling over before you begin setting up your electric guitar swiftly. You strum a few times to ensure it is in tune. When that is done with , you put your soundboard on the stand before standing up straight in front of the mic with a wide smile decorating your beautiful face.

“Hi, my name is yn. Hope you enjoy my sound.”

Your fingers begin picking at your strings as you nod your head to the sound before moving over to your soundboard and picking the bass option and singing your first note confidently into the mic. Your performance is not yet interrupted so you continue singing verse to verse and chorus to chorus until you get to the last line and stop your soundboard before playing the last chord.

“Thank you.” You say softly before stepping back and letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Disconnecting your equipment from the jack hastily you zip your guitar back into its case.

“Yn please make your way to one of the seats in the auditorium.” Beomgyu speaks loudly. Your eyes meet his again when he smiles promptly and leans in to whisper something in his bandmates ear, all while keeping eye contact with you. Your stomach turns as you walk down the steps and find a seat. Keeping an eye on the fact that no one else has made an appearance on the stage for the past thirty minutes has you gaslighting yourself into believing that you passed the audition. That or the lead singer is fucking with you and not in the way you would prefer. You stare down at your feet and pout at your anxious state before a shadow looms over your figure and you look up to be greeted with Beomgyu. He startled you and there’s no way you were subtle about the fact.

He chuckles, “ I really liked your song. Best one we’ve heard all day.”

“T-thank you.”

I am going to go home and bury myself in the deepest hole ever.

You think to yourself but if anything it draws Beomgyu in. Who would have thought the girl that can shred on the guitar is so modest with the way she carries herself. You know you’re good but you don’t gloat about it. You seem a little shy too but he doesn’t want to assume since he hasn't gotten the chance to know you yet.

“That being said. It’ll be a pleasure to have you on the road with us.” He leans in closer as his voice lowers to a whisper. Your eyes drop to his lips that he bites down on, attempting to hide his smirk. He’s flirting. He has to be. Your thighs squeeze together at how close he is to you. His skin shines in the auditorium light and you’re quickly realizing you would peel back all your morals if he asked you to.

“Is that a yes, darling?”

“Yeah I’d like that.” You nod and answer softly.

“Good.” He leans in more, making your lips slightly graze his and your pussy jumps at the gesture and Beomgyu’s rationale has flown out the window at this point as he presses his lips to yours gently. He’s testing the waters by trying to be gentle although he wants to bend you over the auditorium chair and make a mess of it. Your body responds late as you didn’t expect to have him on you this soon. Your hand has a mind of it’s own when it finds the way to his long tendrils to tug on them slightly, eliciting a groan from him that vibrates through your whole being.

“Hey! Beomgyu stop eating our opener please?” A voice booms. Beomgyu looks back at his bandmate and smiles mischievously.

“Can’t make any promises!” He shouts back with a wink before turning to face you again.

“Come with me will you?” Beomgyu asks, holds out a tempting hand

All while flustered you nod and take his hand before you are dragged to god-knows-where.

-

You swear your skin is hot as asphalt as Beomgyu kisses every inch of exposed skin he can find before his lips meet yours again and your hands are finding their way under his shirt. His skin is as soft as you imagined and the thought makes you moan into his mouth before you can stop it.

“Fuck. I love your pretty noises.” His hands palm at your tits and your body is leaning into his touch and your questioning what has gotten into you to make you act this way.

“I don-I don’t usually do this.” You say between each of his lustful kisses that fall onto your lips.

“Do what, Pretty?” His voice has your panties soaked and you can’t help but let out a giggle.

“We just met and I’m considering letting you- ya know.” You shy away from saying the term and his eyes that burn holes into you. You know after tonight you won’t be able to mix business with pleasure so the pros seem to be outweighing the cons.

“Stop thinking so much. Do what you think is right. We can stop whenever. Do you want me to stop, Darling?” He tilts his head. You shake your head. Not trusting your voice to not waver.

“You're so quiet. Let’s fix that.” He says lowering himself onto the floor of the bathroom stall, letting his head disappear beneath your skirt. Your teeth gnaw at your bottom lip in anticipation and you feel the rough pads of his fingers move your dampened panties to the side.

“You are soaked, pretty.”

You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, maybe if you pray hard enough you’ll disappear into thin air. He blows onto your wet folds before wrapping his lips around your clit without warning causing your breath to hitch before your mouth falls open in pleasure. Your hands bunch up the frills of your skirt to give you a better view of the beautiful man devouring you like you're his last meal that he will ever have. Audible squeals are leaving your mouth as you try to force yourself to be quiet but Beomgyu finds entertainment in the fact that because of him you are struggling to keep your quiet and shy act going much longer.

“Want you so bad.” You moan out.

His eyes meet yours as he his mouth makes out with your clit and your hands frantically search for something to hold on to and before you have time to solve the issue yourself Beomgyu is lacing his fingers through yours as he sucks on your clit in the most perfect way. So perfect that it has your mouth falling open and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Ungh yes right there! Mm-”

Your body is on the edge of finishing when he breaks away from your center and kisses your lips with your essence glistening on his lips and chin. It’s messy and in any other case you’d find it gross but here in this bathroom stall you want him to take his dick out and ravish you mercilessly.

“Taste so fucking good.” He whispers against your lips.

“Please.” You say, looking into his eyes.

“Please, what baby?” He smirks cockily.

“Fuck me, Gyu.”

He’s shocked at your words as you stare at him all docile and doe-eyed while speaking such vulgar words. Your hands trail down to the button of his ripped jeans and undo them slowly before following up with his zipper. You keep eye contact with him as the plush of your pink lips are gnawed on by his teeth. Your movements are slow and cautious as you stare at his face to gauge hiseaction.

You’re taken aback when he smacks your hand away and turns you around so your ass is facing him and your cheek is pressed to the cold wall of the stall.

“If that’s what you want.” He breathes out as he palms at his hard length. Letting his other hand touch your center slowly. You’re soaked and with every touch he’s becoming more and more full of pride that it’s because of him. His tip grazes you, testing the waters as he lets his length rub your clit as you hiss, sensitive from all his ministrations and you release a breath you didn't know you were holding when he enters you. Your whole body shivers in content as he starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Taking me so good.” His hand finds the back of your neck ,pushing you further into the cool wall, keeping a firm hold on you. You know you’re not gonna last long at this rate. You’re struggling to keep quiet as moans tumble out of your mouth.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He whispers, warm breath hitting your scorching skin.

“Yes-please right there-”

He gives a particularly rough thrust, eliciting a gasp from you as he leans forward to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. The gesture is quite romantic, out of bounds for the image you created for Beomgyu but you’re too far gone to dwell on it.

“Gyu, I’m gonna cum-” You whimper out, feeling tears form in your eyes.

Beomgyu tuts at your words, pulling out of you and flipping you around so you’re facing him now. His lips capture yours in a rough kiss as he lifts you on the ground, guiding your legs to sit around his waist.

“Wanna see that pretty face when you cum.” He says, keeping intense eye contact that you attempt to stray away from but he realizes and he’s having none of it. His hand grabs your face firmly, getting the timing just right as he thrusts into you once again.

“Look at me. Or I’ll stop.” He’s stoic although he’s enjoying this more than you are. You, wet as can be as you hang around his neck like the finest diamond. Finer than any Cuban link that’s ever adorned his neck. You’re a moaning, squelching mess and he knows you're close as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“T-too much-fuck,Gyu don’t stop.” Your eyes roll back in ecstasy and his thrusts become more brutal as he’s determined to give you what you’ve been waiting for.

“Nuh-uh eyes on me, he adjusts your gaze with his hand again. Your fucked put face bringing him to his end as he puts his fingers in your mouth and fucks you roughly.

“I’m-right there, yeah.” You mumble around his fingers, body shivering.

“There?” He teases, knowing the answer.

“There!” You clench around him so beautifully as he watches moisture fall out of you onto the ground.

“Fuck baby.”

His hand that isn’t occupied toys with your clit as he pulls out of you to let his hand bring you to another dimension and that it does as you scream in pleasure and push his hand away from your center.

“Want me to stop?” He asks, searching your face.

“Yes-no-fuck. S’ just a lot.” You speak clearly when he removes his fingers from between your pretty lips. He smiles, drunk on you and your body. His new favorite. You.

[number1jeonginstan]

can you please make a jeongin smut? jeongin had too much screen time on his computer playing games and you were angry at him so you ignored him and he wanted to pay you back by joining you on the shower and made a make out session in the shower

A/N: I hope you like this!! Also, thank you for being my first-ever ask!!!

WC: 1k

Frustration:

You were lying on your bed waiting for Jeongin to end his game. You were casually scrolling through your phone, waiting for him to finish his game with Felix and Beomgyu. Ever since Felix helped him build a PC, he has been on it non-stop.  The last full conversation you guys had was him telling you how he was going to get a new graphics card to have smoother gameplay. You wanted to rip the damn wires out of the thing, he was spending every second, not working, on the computer. You knew he needed a break, constantly being stressed especially with the new comeback right after their Japanese EP, but you missed him. You missed being close to him, and spending time with him, but most of all you missed the sex. You were not someone with a high sex drive, but you missed having him on you, in you, kissing you.

“Innie, do you know how much longer you are playing for? I want to sleep soon.” you sighed. 

You hoped he could hear the annoyed tone in your voice, you wanted him to look up from his computer and look at you, but he just responded with a “in a little bit”. You waited another minute but the only thing you heard was him telling Felix to look behind him. You just groaned, looking back at your phone, deciding on reading a book for a bit if he was going to take a long time. An hour passed like this, the sound of him occasionally yelling into his mic and you flipping through your book. You got more and more immersed in your book, a romance novel your friend recommended for you to read. “He took her clit in his mouth, lightly sucking it as she ran her fingers through his hair,” you whined slightly, feeling yourself getting wet from the words. 

You couldn’t believe it, you were so touch-starved that just reading the book soaked your underwear. “Innie, I’m going to go take a shower.” You quickly got up, not wanting to feel your underwear stick to you. He just nodded, allowing you to go to the bathroom. What you did not realize was that Jeongin had finished his game ten minutes prior. He was watching you from the black screen of your computer. Your face scrunching a bit, and he heard your whine. The little sound you always made when you needed him. 

He went over to the bed, opening the book to the page you left off of, and his eyes widened. You were getting off to a book while your own boyfriend was just a foot away. He felt like shit, he didn’t realize how much he was ignoring you and he felt even worse that you did not speak up. He knew that he needed to make it up to you and make you feel appreciated as you do to him every day. He quickly took off his shirt, leaving him only in his sweatpants, and entered the bathroom. You were already in the shower, shampooing the roots of your hair. 

You did not realize that he was behind you til you turned around to get conditioner. “Hi,” he grinned at you, his signature smirk splayed on his face. “Hi,” you responded back with the cheesiest grin. He cusped your jaw in his hand, kissing you passionately. It felt like time had stopped, you missed him so much, groaning into the kiss. “What do I get to owe this pleasure to?” you asked giggling a bit. “You were getting off to a fictional man, while your hot, cool, tall boyfriend was right in front of you” he pouted, kissing you once again. “When did I get a tall boyfriend?” you asked trying to hide the smile on your face. 

“Hey!” he screamed “I don’t think you deserve my kisses after that.” You pouted at him, taking his cock in your hand and he groaned. “No,” he took your hand off his cock, “this is about you, I want you to feel good, my good girl,” he said against your lips. “But I want you in me” you pleaded looking up at him with your doe eyes. “Fuck, don’t say that to me.” 

He hoisted you up onto the side of the shower, his back being sprayed with water. “Let me prep you okay? It’s been a while, I don’t want you to get hurt.” You just nodded, moaning when he inserted a finger into you. “Fuck, you are so wet, did you miss me this much, need my fingers in you. You are so tight, don’t think I can even fit a second finger, but you can take it can’t you? You are going to take it like a good girl?” You whimpered at his words. “I can take another one, I can be a good girl, want your cock Jeongin, please I can take it.” 

He groaned, loving the way you felt his fingers in you, scissoring inside of you. You were always so tight, but after not fucking for two weeks, he knew that he had to stretch you more than usual. He wanted to make you cum, wanting to hear your moans as you reached your climax, so he lifted you higher, face directly at your cunt. He licked up at you taking your clit in his mouth sucking slightly, groaning at your taste as he continued to fuck his fingers inside of you. That was all you needed to cum. 

He rubbed soap on you and conditioned your hair as you came down from your high. He wanted to give you time to relax before he fucked you so hard you couldn’t think about anything else but his name. After you both finished washing up, he took a towel, wrapped it around you, and kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you, baby, it won’t happen again.” He made sure you knew how much he meant it as he fucked you into your bed.

[bobawitch]

Let's Trip 🎶

cw: alcohol use

wc: 1307

Chapter One

7:30 pm the venue is packed and the openers have started to get set up. Though many people were there for the main act, you were there for the openers. You had a friend that knew the band and you always liked their sound, though you suppose it helped that they were opening for a band you liked. You found yourself sitting at the bar, cider in hand as you watched the stage. Soon enough the three boys and your friend walked on the stage, yelling erupted though most people made noise to be polite. Your eyes locked onto the lead singer, Matthew, he had always piqued your interest and Madi knew this little fact. Your eyes traced his tattoos as he tuned his guitar before moving to the mic, “Whatsup LA, how y’all doing tonight?” The crowd erupts with fangirls and you find yourself smiling. Matt introduces the band which gets a small smile and wave from Nick and a very enthusiastic fist from Chris behind the drums. Madi smiles, waving and looking at the back where you’re sitting. Madi introduces herself since she isn’t full time with the band but she is in a few of their songs. Once the introduction has been made the music begins. You nod your head to their indie rock sound, humming as he sang. Song after song you could feel Madi looking at you but on their song about a girl back home you felt a new pair of eyes on you. You looked to the stage and saw Matt looking in your direction. You nearly choke on your cider before seeing Madi with a devilish grin, singing her solo on the song while Matt plays. He’ll occasionally look up but his focus mainly stays on his guitar, it’s sparkly black marble shining in the stage lights. Your heart speeds up as you watch him in his element.

Eventually their set ends, many people are yelling and clapping, in a genuine way this time. They're walking off stage when you swivel in your chair and cover your face. Your heart hadn’t calmed down since you felt Matt’s eyes on you and you knew your entire face was red. After about 15 minutes you feel a tap on your shoulder and are met with Madi’s small figure. You smile, hopping off your chair and hugging her, picking her up for a second before putting her back down. “You did amazing!!” Madi giggles and shrugs. “Thanks! I had so much fun up there.” Then Madi’s sweet smile turns mischievous. You look over her head to see the triplets walking towards you. Nick gets to the two of you first, laying his arm around Madi’s shoulder and smiling at you. “Hey, you must be Y/N, Madi has told us ALL about you.” He offers a hand for you to shake and you take it, your other hand sitting in your leather jacket. “Oh wow I’m flattered, it’s really good to meet y’all. Don’t mean to sound like a total fangirl but I’ve been into y’alls music since debut.” Matt and Chris have now made it to you and Matt smirks. “Told you Chris, we do have fans from the beginning.” Chris rolls his eyes before moving closer to you, offering his hand. “Chris, nice to meet you.” You nod, shaking his hand with a smile. “Back at’ya.” Then you meet Matt’s eyes which had been burning into your skull since he walked up. You smiled at him and held out your hand, “Y/N, big fan.” He smiled and shook your hand. “Thanks for coming out tonight.” You nodded before shrugging. “Madi got me in for free and I like the music anyways.” You made eye contact with Madi who was eating up the awkward tension between you and Matt. You gave her a cautionary glare before looking back at Matt. “So LA down, where next?” Nick had already sat down to order a water and a coke, Chris next to him with his trusty Pepsi.

Matt ordered a cider and a water before sitting down next to you. “I think Chicago, then we go to New York. Chris is excited for that one.” Chris smiles as he downs his pepsi, scrolling through tik tok. “I hear Chicago is beautiful in late September, that should be a fun show.” Matt nodded, drinking his water. You followed suit, sipping on your cider as you looked to the stage. From your peripheral you could see Matt glancing at you before he turned in his chair, looking at the stage with you. “Is Tame Impala cool in person?” You asked, trying to break the slightly awkward silence by bringing up the band they opened for. “Yeah, they’re super chill. Kevin is really funny too.” Then there was silence again, at least until Tame Impala took the stage, screams erupted and you clapped loudly, standing to yell so you didn’t overwhelm the triplets and Madi. Soon, though, Madi joined you where you stood. Kevin took the mic and waved at the entire crowd. “What’s up LA, how's it going?” Madi screamed at that and you laughed, looking at how excited she was. Then she turned to you, looking you deep in your eyes and leaned to your ear so you could hear her. “Matt seems to like you!” Your cheeks warmed and you shrugged. “I’m just a sociable person.” Madi rolled her eyes before taking your hand and pulling you closer to the crowd. The beginning of Borderline begins to play and Madi cheers, you follow with your own cheering before the beat really kicks in. Madi starts to jump and dance and you smile, deciding to let loose and dance some too. It wasn’t like either of you were being advanced with moves but you still felt like you were doing some good moves. Back at the bar, Chris had moved to sit by Matt, Nick talking to the bartender happily about music and such. Matt was staring at you, cider in hand, Chris soon noticed his gaze and turned off his phone. “You like her.” Matt’s attention gets pulled to his brother and he laughs with a scoff. “I just met her.” Chris shrugs. “You still like her. Maybe Madi will bring her on tour.” Matt smiled at that idea before shaking his head. “Nah, she’d get sick of our music.” Chris shrugged again before pulling his phone out and filming the stage. Matt thought about what Chris said and sipped his cider again. Maybe you weren’t going on tour but he could get your number. 

Once the concert was over Madi offered you to come back to their “get ready” trailer behind the venue. While y’all were walking back Matt caught up to you, Madi quickly running to Nick. “So uh, Madi said you’re in school here in LA.” You nodded, “Yeah I’m in my last year at LA film school.” Matt’s eyes widened. “You want to go into film?” You nodded once more. “Yeah, I love movies and I think it’d be really cool to film for famous directors.” Matt nodded along to your words, smiling at how sincere they were. “That’s really cool. Hey, maybe you could film some music videos for us?” You looked up at him and smiled. “I’d love to. That sounds really fun.” Matt nodded, trying to act cool and calm. “So uh, maybe I could get your number? We can talk about filming videos or whatever.” He shrugged, his cheeks getting rosey. You felt your face warm and you nodded. “I’d like that.” You both exchanged numbers before you got back to the trailer. Upon getting home many hours later you felt a buzz, you grabbed your phone to see a text from Matt. 

“Thanks for coming tonight, hope to see you soon. Goodnight”

[half-oz-eddie]

Hawkins finally got a local radio station. Billy was hoping that the eclectic mix would mean he'd hear some new bands to broaden his tastes, but no! Because apparently, the DJ of this backwater town station was none other than Steve "The Hair" Harrington who only appealed to his friends, accepting requests for Madonna, The Clash, Duran Duran, and occasionally letting Mr. Clarke stop by to talk about the weather and "sciency bullshit."

Where was the Scorpions, the Metallica, the Mötley Crüe?!

"This station is for fuckin' losers." Billy groused as he changed the station. Just another reason to hate Hawkins even more.

Billy put on one of his preferred mixtapes for his drive. He always took long drives to get out of the house and calm himself down.

Eventually, he found himself near the station's center. He thought now was a good time to march right in there and hassle Harrington for his shitty music selection.

He parked right out front next to Steve's pretty little BMW, resisting the urge to ding it up before heading inside.

It was late, and fortunately for Billy (But unfortunately for Steve), Steve was all alone.

Billy ignored bright, blaring ON AIR sign and opened the door, walking right into the booth.

Steve's eyes grew wide and his brows deeply furrowed.

"Aaand now for a commercial break!" He turned off his mic and hastily pulled off his headphones, jumping out of his chair and approaching Billy who obnoxiously leaned against the door.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He questioned through his clenched teeth.

"I was in the area, figured I'd stop in and make a formal complaint...in person" Billy smirked.

Steve rolled his eyes. "What's your problem?"

"My problem is the music. Do you not have any taste?"

"I have taste!" Steve argued. "I play what the town likes to hear."

"So, I'm not part of this town?" Billy wondered, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"I never said that." Steve quickly contested, almost worried he'd hurt Hargrove's feelings.

Billy chuckled, blowing out the smoke. "You didn't have to. Guess that's fine. I'm not much of a...small town golden boy like you."

Steve let out an annoyed sigh. "If you wanted to make a request, why didn't you just call the line?"

"Because I gave King Steve the benefit of the doubt. Thought being a DJ would actually make you look cool. But it's doing nothing for your reputation."

Steve tusked, folding his arms and rolling his eyes. "My reputation is fine, actually."

"Oh yeah? When's the last time you had any bitches, huh, pretty boy? I hear all the girls do is laugh at you."

"Y-well..that's—that's not true." Steve faltered, unable to meet Billy's eyes as he laughed in his face.

"Hey, look. If you wanna be cool, stop playing music for just the dweebs and Hallmark Card families. Throw some party mixes in there. I can't crack open a beer to this, or play your station at a party."

"And I'm supposed to be taking advice from you?"

"You need my help, and you know it." Billy brushed past him and sat in his chair.

"Hey, hey, hey—"

"What's happenin', Hawkins? This is DJ Hargrove taking over the graveyard shift, bringing you the latest, the greatest, and the baddest. Grab your lady, grab a beer, and enjoy!"

Billy switched the cassette to his favorite mixtape as Steve threw his hands into the air, mouthing "I'm screwed, I'm gonna get fired."

"C'mon, this isn't a toy, get up."

Billy pushed Steve away as Steve tried to pull him out of the chair, when the phone rang.

Steve's heart nearly fell out of his ass. "That's probably my boss. If you got me fired, you're gonna pay."

Billy laughed and shrugged. "Worth it."

"H-hello?"

"Hey, just callin' in to say that DJ Hargrove's graveyard shift mix is bitchin'!"

"I'm so sor—wait, did you say you think it's bitchin'?"

"Yeah, man! Keep it up!"

Steve slowly put down the receiver, unable to shake the shock. He turned to Billy, annoyed by the smug smile on his face.

"So...it's bitchin', huh?"

"Ugh." Steve scoffed. "I guess...you...were right."

"Of course I was right. I'm never wrong."

"Hey, you...wanna swing by and play your mixes on the air sometimes?"

"Oh, now you need me?" Billy laughed. "I'll think about it. How much do I get paid?"

"Paid?!" Steve let out a defeated sigh. "I'll talk to my boss."

"In that case, I guess we'll be co-workers."

Steve smiled. Maybe Hargrove wasn't so bad. Maybe it would be nice to get along with him for a change.

[bronwiebear-brad]

Yes girl! That’s what I’m talking about!

Please do a smut for our boy stage!brad

I think I’d be like eww never because it’s gross and sweaty but then you watch him perform and just get super turned on because hot damn!

The mic thing, putting the guitar pic in his mouth, his hands on those keys and strings ... imma need a minute

here we go again, smutty and mention of sex content

"B..."

Somehow you found yourself sitting on a big sound bar while the boy you loved the most got on his knees, buried his head between your tights and wanted to eat you out like a legend he was. 

This was happpening right after he finished another concert on the UK tour.  Just after he looked at you coming when he was coming off the stage and you had this  expression that gave away your private thoughts. That's all he needed to take your hand and run with you to the nearest room available. Unfortunately it was a storage room so it wasn’t very confortable. Luckily nobody seemed to notice after the hype.

His sweaty curls were tickling your bare legs and his lips kissing the skin so dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. You could tell that he was also so eager to have you because he didn’t even proper undressed you. His hands grabbed your panties and slowly took them off easily, leaving your skirt.

His tongue reached inside you and you cursed, it was all you needed to be in heaven and hell at the same time. Your hand imediately went to his hair preventing him to pull away.

"Bradley... yeah baby..." Your grip on his hair grew when you felt him finally giving you what you wanted, thrusting two fingers and moving them slowly.

He combined the movements between his mouth and his fingers and your legs started to tremble resting on his shoulders. You closed your eyes and flashes of him perfoming minutes before were all that you could see.

 It was so exciting to watch him perform, the way he released himself on stage. Jumping around and dancing; playing the guitar or the piano;  the way he grabbed his mic; his hands swollen and with veins as much as his neck; the way he tried to comb his sweaty hair; his blushy cheeks; the small drops of sweat glowing in his forehead and neck traviling down to his chest, that he purposely left on sight by not closing all the buttons of his shirt... eventually you couldn’t take it anymore and he knew it. 

He knew it because he kept a closer sight of you from the stage, occasionally smirking in your direction.

"You taste so good baby, I'm such a lucky guy to have you like this" He finally managed to say, propping himself up.He looked so cute from that position. His puppy eyes sparkling. You smiled at him. His hand not leaving your core.

"Want to have a taste sweatheart?" He asked. Cleaned his chin with his free hand, then he licked his fingers.

He was glowing even more.

You nodded repeatedly not trusting your own voice and he leaned into you, kissing you slowly and spreading his fingers into you even more, hitting that sweet good spot making you moan into the kiss. You could taste yourself in his lips and tongue.

Your hands reached for his belt, clumsily trying to open it and he smiled at your attempt to make him feel as good as you were feeling. He hissed when your cold hand started to massage him.

"You're so eager, princess" he whispered into your neck while leaving love bites all over, his fingers trusting in a fast pace now and your hips started to move up.

"Pussy wet like an ocean, aphrodisiac potion" He said. His hand left your sex and you were about to protest when he put his two fingers on your mouth, you were sucking on them when you felt his member rub your clit.

He glued his forehead on yours and you locked your gaze on eachother while he slowly entered you.

 "Oh fuck... fuck..." He whimpered watching you lick and suck on his fingers and taking him so well.

After the adjustment, he started to move at a quite nice pace, your eyes moved to the back of your head and your mouth parted as you couldn't take it anymore. 

At this point you were pretty sure that your whimpers and moans could be heard on the outside. He took the fingers out of your mouth and grabbed you by the waist pulling you closer.

"You like it everytime I came down the stage don't you?" He asked you while his hand went rubbing your clit. You were so so so close and he could feel it inside you.

“I love it” You said before letting down the knot that was building on your stomach moments before.

[inconsideratekidney]

11/20/24

goooooood mornin',

i am feeling good today in general. i've been feeling better ever since i got dressed. i put pants on that i haven't worn in like 3 weeks and reached into my pocket and found my airpods! i am very happy. they are charging up now and i am so ready to go back to wireless listening.... the wired ones were good and all, reliable and didn't need to be charged, but man i missed not having a wire in the way of literally everything i do. the microphone on the wired ones is 100% better tho.... i was struggling to sign while wearing them connected to my laptop, but the mic was just so much better than my airpods. oh shwell. i need new headphones, i should've asked for christmas, but i said i didn't want anything like usual. i want a new laptop and a new pair of headphones.

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should i buy the sims 3? genuine question... i hear it's the best of the series for its open world concept, its general relationships, family, and the wants are actually context based and not random. the sims 4 is lovely and is by far the most aesthetic or pleasing to look at version of sims and of worlds. the building is also the best out of all 4. i like my sims 4, so i think i will obviously keep it, but will always be curious about playing the older versions, especially when so many ppl think its the best one *shrug*.

also the fact that the sims 2 has turn-ons and turn-offs is absolutely hilarious to me. so funny. and like star signs... im dead.

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how is that mighty fine air of ours. it's so airy and full of air. honestly i always forget it exists, it really does just sit there. i love the air. it's so mysterious and gets loud all of a sudden and then dissipates. so cool. i guess that's more the wind, but i love both.

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it's been 6 months since my uncle passed and 3 years since my friend from hs took his life.....times are weird. i don't feel much about it, which feels wrong, only because it was my uncle and i was closest with him. i guess i just don't like to think about things that make me upset! crazy... i was thinking about it tho during class yesterday. i totally blanked out and stared into the computer screen in front of me for about 3 minutes. that was weird...

i'm nervous to go home for thanksgiving. so many things happening..... hopefully my family is happy, but i know it'll be weird without my uncle. very weird.

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my uncle was 56 years old, wasn't married before passing, and never had any kids. he had a lovely girlfriend, so many friends and loved ones, and had many pets in his life. he was always a class clown, in school and after graduating when working as a teacher. everyone who knew him loved him. he was loud and opinionated and loved to make jokes and get people laughing. he was fun to be around because he always wanted to do something, he goofed around and would occasionally make fun of you...but you still enjoyed it...most of the time. he loved people with all of his heart and wanted the best for anyone and everyone around him.

his heart may have been the very thing that worked very hard in his life, maybe too hard. along with all of the fun times being the life of the party, he drank and smoke heavily throughout his life. he had heart problems that he didn't tell anyone about. he would work hard and do things for others, but silently suffer through them. we wouldn't have known that he was suffering as much as he did if he didn't want to burden us and bring attention to himself. in some ways, you could still argue it was a bit selfish how we all care for each other and he didn't let us know, so now we have to deal with the outcome of it. there are many perspectives, but this one is one of the harshest and realest. i won't go into the harshest one, because it's something i don't like to condemn him of, and he doesn't deserve that right now.

whatever actually happened specifically, we don't know, so there's also no reason to beat ourselves up over not knowing. i know my family struggles with that... anyway, i miss him and hope to see him in heaven one day. may God rest his soul.

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i don't mean to be so depressing, but it's my real life and i feel like it's important to talk about. i will be there for my loved ones and make sure to pay attention to people even when they piss me off. i hope everyone is doing alright and that i don't miss too many signs of depression or the like in any of my friends and close ones. i know my family's depressed rn so *shrug*.

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i may end it here for lack of anything better or more to say lol. i wish to get on a more tuesday tuesday tuesday schedule, but life happens and i forgert.

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hope everyone has a lovely day and see you all next time on the inconsideratekidney show...

i hated that..

ok bye :p

kD ⭐

[lemongrablothbrok]

Yeah, when I first started my current Zeppelin binge (I seem to go through one every few years, but this is the most in depth I've gotten about it this time around), I was like, as a queer feminist, how do I reconcile with the fact that the band I'm obsessing over right now is super hetero and kinda super sexist towards women? The answer being: they're not. Super hetero, at least. The sexism part...is complicated. But most of the blatant sexism and homophobia I've seen associated with the band doesn't even come from the band itself so much as...the band's fans. And when I say their fans, I mean your stereotypical "Led Zeppelin fan". Male, super snobby and elitist when it comes to music, ages ranging from adolescent and young adult hipsters who are self-impressed at their own taste in music because they're not like "all those other kids" who only listen to "mainstream" stuff that came out in the last decade or so (I used to be -- or came very close to being -- a female version of one of these kinds of hipsters. Ugh. I still have some tastes in common with them, I mean, obviously, Led Zeppelin, but I like to think I'm more open-minded), to boomers who are first generation fans who never totally grew out of the sexist and homophobic mindsets that they were raised on.

And the way these guys talk about Zeppelin, the way they make out Led Zeppelin to be testosterone-overdosed ladies' men (well, the second half is true, but...) I wonder if any of them have ever even seen Led Zeppelin. Like gotten a real good look at them, particularly the lead singer, you know, the guy promising to give "every inch of [his] love". Have they ever noticed that Plant, all while showing off his manly hairy chest and nearly constantly visible cock, wears blouses. Like, literal blouses. Silky shiny things with floral prints and frilly sleeves. Gorgeous delicate tops printed in pastel colors and tied up above his midriff a la Britney Spears (or Marianne from Gilligan's Island if you're old-school). Gauzy tunics, velvet pants, high heeled boots. Literal flowers tucked into his pants, for fuck's sake. And that's just what you can see of him in still photos, watching the way he moves on stage is a whole new level of "how the fuck can you idolize this man and still look down on dudes in touch with their feminine side, how can this be your hero when you're so scared of anything that might make you look 'queer'". Sure, there's some aggressive pelvic thrusting, crotch grabbing, and pantomime of jerking off. But there's also those delicate gesticulations that often accompany his singing, there's the way he occasionally twirls his fingers in his hair, there's the sort of flowery tone of his banter in between songs (a good example of this is the Earls Court concerts), the fact that very often he's presenting himself as a sex object, something to be pursued (albeit letting himself be easily caught, letting all the ladies know how "loose and easy" he's feeling) at least as much as the one pursuing. And that's not even touching on the way he interacts with a certain Mr. Page, live, in front of everyone. His flirty smiles, how often he makes deliberate physical contact with the guitarist, how fucking close together their faces are when they share the mic on "Whole Lotta Love", the "Oh Jimmy's", and of course, the way he moans and screams like he's getting physically fucked by Jimmy and his theremin.

This ended up being a lot longer than planned, lol. I guess this is something I can go on and on about. Long story short, I'm glad I found not only a community of queer Led Zeppelin fans, but also that queerness is very much a part of the band's music, image, and at least a couple members' identities.

that’s just for the sake of my personal research (well, curiosity mostly) but!

queer zeppelin fandom, i have a question for you: when and what was the moment when you realised “oh my god jimbert is real” for the first time like?

to start the, let me say, movement, i’ll tell my story first.

to begin with, my dad introduced me to the zeppelin music when i was six, but i’ve never seen them in concert until i was twelve. by that time i got interested in rock a lot and my dad started telling me about the bands and showing the performances on youtube. so one day when i was twelve i saw zep for the first time (it was the 25/5/75 earl’s court so i think the story is very predictable). we’d watched the whole concert and, i swear, the first thing i asked my dad right after the end was “well, the singer and the guitarist… i’m sorry, but did they sleep with each other?” (and the best thing in that story is that my 100% straight dad replied with “i don’t know, maybe????”)

years passed and now, looking back, i just want to say “well, twelve-year-old me, you were asking the right questions”.

but i love how the roles have changed and now my dad is the one asking questions and i’m the storyteller. just recently he asked me about the 1994 no quarter and i sat him down at the kitchen and it was like “okay, well, let me tell you… *starts the non-stop three-hour monologue*”. the thing is that we started from the poor uninvited john paul jones and ended up with me crying over wonderful one. and actually our conversation ended with him saying “wait wait wait plEASE enough for today let me digest all the info about the married couple and their shit, the rest tomorrow” and i feel like i’m doing the right job.

so, ladies, gentlemen and nonbinaries, feel free to tell your stories now!! i guess it would be an interesting experience for all of us – to tell your own stories and to hear the others’ ones!

[merakiui]

As celebration for Scaramouche finally getting some spotlight and become playable, I have more brainrot! Nsfw warning? Just like the thought of him being a streamer or gamerboy with an unhealthy obsession with the neighbor nextdoor to him. Listening to you bring home multiple one night stands, your voice carrying through the vents. Its so irritating how it gets him riled up! Eventually his curiosity is peaked and he tries to send anonymous gifts and waiting for your reaction around the corner. It starts out sweet and innocent till he buys a polaroid camera to take explicit pictures of you for his own selfish desires, getting off to them for awhile till it no longer works. The thought of you bringing home different people gets to him and he starts planning on how he can make you his <3

Aaaa I love gamermouche. <3

(cw: yandere, implied nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, (cyber)stalking, obsession, modern au)

Scaramouche has never felt true love, so the fact that there are nearly a million people who watch his content, join his streams, and leave comments is jarring. This sort of recognition, while very much well-deserved and a wonderful ego boost, feeds a vacant part of him. The part that craves validation. The part that wants to be needed and noticed by others. The part of him that’s cold and lonely. And when a million eyes are on him, he’s able to ignore his fractured past and focus on a successful present.

He’s good at what he does. Streaming games of all genres, occasionally collaborating with other streamers. Hotshots like Tartaglia, who always engages in irritating banter with him (the fans eat it up every time), and the beauty vlogger Signora, who is surprisingly good at FPS games. Scaramouche could do without these troublesome collabs, but it boosts his viewership and those videos always do well. Why snuff a tree that continues to produce fruit? He can endure a few hours of collaboration as long as it brings in a good paycheck and lots of viewers.

With the way his current life has been going, success after success after success, he shouldn’t need to feel so…empty. He lives in a nice, spacious apartment on the sixth floor, he has an expensive set-up with three monitors and the best mic and headset, and his recording studio is organized and neat—a perfect space that’s soundproofed and allows him to hide away for a few hours, where he’s free to do as he pleases.

Lately, he’s been in a slump of sorts. He can continue to put out videos and he can stream as if nothing’s wrong, but there’s been this gnawing sense of incompletion that’s weighed heavy on his mind for a while now. No matter how well a video does, how great a stream went, or how many hours he’s put into his favorite games, everything feels so meaningless and hollow. Perhaps he’s burnt out. Perhaps he’s overworked himself. Perhaps it’s time to try other hobbies.

Or perhaps the problem lies with his neighbor.

You’ve lived next door for as long as he’s lived in the building. It’s been about three years now, Scaramouche thinks, and he remembers the day the two of you met. He’d come home late after a dinner spent with his mother and self-proclaimed aunt (he wishes she’d just piss off), and as usual the meeting went about as well as it possibly could when you can’t stand the sight of the one who cast you out when you needed her most. Understandably, Scaramouche was in a foul mood. He’d been wanting to get home as soon as possible, take a bath and scrub the dinner and every useless conversation from his skin, and he really wasn’t looking for any interruptions in his path to absolute comfort.

But when the lift doors slid open and he stalked down the hall, he found two people in front of his door. You were one of those people, pressed against the door while some stranger captured your mouth in a steamy kiss. Scaramouche heard his resolve snapping. He’d just come back from a shitty night out and this is what greets him? Two lovestruck fools exchanging saliva and breath as if they’re desperately in need of it?! He withdrew his key ring and obnoxiously shook it to disturb the oh-so-sweet scene. Thankfully, you took notice of him and you pushed the other person off of you with a breathless laugh.

He ought to stuff that laugh right down your throat.

“You’re in the way,” he snapped, and you stepped awkwardly aside. With a huff, he slipped his key into the lock and opened his door. Before melting into the darkness, he stared you in the eyes and said, “Make out against your own door.”

And then he slammed it shut, listening to your muffled laughter and the offended scoffs from your lover, date, friend… Honestly, he couldn’t care what they are to you. He does care when he hears the door beside him open and close and, with a low groan, he realized he just met his new neighbor—the one who’d previously caused quite the commotion moving in a few days prior.

Ever since then, he’s been privy to your nightly routines. How this madness could go on for three years is beyond him. How anyone could bring home a new soul every month or so and repeat this for three years is beyond him. By then, shouldn’t you have found ‘the one’? Though Scaramouche knows nothing of real, true love, he’s certain that three years is plenty of time to connect with at least one of your one-night stands. Unfortunately, you’re not the only one who has the pleasure of connecting.

The walls aren’t the thickest, and aside from his recording booth every other room, especially the ones that run parallel to your apartment, is thin. So thin that he can hear the bed creak if he presses his ear against the wall. And you’re always so loud. Wailing and moaning and gasping. He hears every sound, every little cry, and it grinds his patience into dust. If he wanted to listen to an explicit audio, he’d have done so online. The last thing he needs is to hear the lewd sounds of sex while he’s recording or streaming. He has faith in his soundproofing, but he can’t be certain that his mic won’t pick up the sounds. And if anyone hears something like that on his videos or streams, no matter how faint, it’ll just cause more unnecessary trouble for him. The last thing he needs is to toe the lie of cancellation for the nth time.

He’s learned your schedule by now. Weekends are for one-night stands. Any other day is normally quiet. So to get through those nights, he’ll either retreat to his recording studio, put his headset on, and play games for the fun of it, or he’ll sit out on his balcony with earphones turned all the way up, music spilling into his brain, and he’ll count the stars. It’s a habit he’s fallen into ever since he started stargazing. Tiny balls of light from a distance, yet so destructively sad up in the expanses of space. Lonesome, little stars that are destined for implosion once they reach the end of their lives. He counts the stars every night. He’s not sure why he does this. He’s not even that interested in astronomy.

Scaramouche counts a number of stars that’s immediately wiped from his head when he turns in the direction of your balcony and finds you staring right back. You’ve wrapped yourself in a thick blanket to combat the chilly midnight air and he blinks back at you under silver moonlight.

“Hey.” You smile.

His shock quickly morphs into a dark scowl. “Don’t ‘hey’ me! Do you ever hear how obnoxious you sound every single night?”

“Not really,” you answer with a shrug and he sighs loudly. “Most of them like obnoxious.”

“Well, I don’t. So either learn to shut up or don’t bring any more idiots home!”

You lean against the railing and hum in consideration. He glances at the space that separates your apartments, a sliver of gloom that drops down to the pavement below. He folds his arms across his chest, brows furrowed.

“Do you want to come over instead? I can make room in my schedule.” You’re grinning now, teasing him with a snarky expression. What he’d do to wipe that look off your face…

Scaramouche’s face darkens and, rather than retorting icily, he turns swiftly on his heel and vanishes inside. He can hear your victorious laughter as he shuts and locks the balcony door.

“Stupid,” he seethes, gritting his teeth. “Stupid neighbor. Of all the brainless things to say…”

The next time the two of you meet you’re not on the balcony and the sky isn’t cradling dozens of stars. Instead, he meets you in the hall just as he’s returning from grocery shopping and you’re on your way out, dressed pleasantly in formal attire.

“I didn’t realize you could dress nicely,” he says absently as he rifles through the keys and charms on his key ring. “I only ever pictured you in discarded, forgotten garments.”

“Aw. You think of me?” you counter with a wink. “I’m flattered.”

He rolls his eyes. That definitely sounded like a roundabout way of saying he daydreams about you. “You wish that were the case.”

It’s a poor retort, but it’s all he can manage before he walks through his door and you stalk past him, your laughter echoing in the hall. Scaramouche watches you go, leaning against his doorframe and smiling to himself. You have a very confident walk.

And it’s these small interactions that have him growing attached to you. He learns that you work at a club entertaining wealthy clients. He’d know because he followed you there one evening. And you also love sweets. He’d know because he’s left plenty at your door and you’ve always gasped in delight upon seeing them. You also seem to enjoy collecting cute plushies, for he’s bought a few that reminded him of you and left them at your door. You take those as well. He’s found your social media and has taken to scrolling it on a burner account. Can’t risk using his official account otherwise you’ll know it’s him and he’s not sure he wants you to know of his feelings yet.

Scaramouche is very fulfilled when he admires you from afar and bestows heartfelt gifts to you. His chat has commented that he seems…softer lately, and Scaramouche tells them they’re delusional. He’s not soft. He’s never been soft. But you seem to know just how to smooth the rough edges in his exterior.

Now he sits against the wall that connects your apartments, eyes shut tight and hand wrapped firmly around his cock, and listens to the sounds of you getting fucked in the next room, picturing himself above you. He’s gotten better at cumming at the same time as you, and he likes to think that everything you say while in the throes of lust are directed at him and not your one-night stand. He recalls your playful offer from many nights ago and wonders if you’d ever sleep with him. In his imagination, you’re practically at his feet, begging for a fraction of affection, and he can choose to please you in whatever way he wants. Unfortunately, it’s not like that in real life.

He plays games and streams to cope.

When Tartaglia gifts him a camera designed to look aesthetically old-fashioned for his birthday, Scaramouche considers donating it. He doesn’t need this camera, especially one that comes from Tartaglia. But when he considers its other uses, it quickly becomes something of value. He takes plenty of candid photos of you and he hangs them on the wall. He bought a strand of fairy lights, which have been draped over his bed frame and hang low, and he’s attached his favorite photos to the clips. He looks up at these pictures as he falls asleep and, like the stars in the vast, brilliant sky, counts them.

The next time he meets you you’re on the balcony, and this time you’re counting stars. It’s a Saturday evening and, miraculously, things are comfortably quiet.

“No R-rated movies tonight?”

You glance at him and smirk. “Only fluff.”

Scaramouche props one elbow on the railing and rests his cheek in his hand. “Looks more like sad, teenage angst to me.”

“I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“Someone’s nosy tonight.”

“Then forget I asked.”

“Nah. I’ll tell you.” You turn to face him, fingers wrapping around the bannister, and he wishes those perfect hands could wrap around other things. “Has anyone ever pressured you to do something you didn’t want to do?”

He finds himself nodding despite not having any examples at the forefront of his mind.

“Then you probably get how annoying it is.”

“All the time,” he admits, but it feels more like a lie. He frowns at nothing in particular.

“Most of my friends are married and everyone in my circle thinks I should do the same.”

“Your circle sucks.”

That squeezes a laugh out of you. The corners of his lips quirk upwards upon hearing the delightful sound.

“What about you?”

“Marriage?” he echoes, perplexed. “Settling down is…a commitment.”

He realizes, in that very moment, that he’s never dwelled on marriage and long-term relationships. And now that you’ve put such a thought in his head, he thinks that married life with you wouldn’t be so bad.

“What if we were married instead?”

You recoil, genuinely shocked, and laugh awkwardly. “Uh, what?”

“You want all of those idiots to stop pestering you, right?”

“I mean, it would be nice. Yeah. But I don’t see how—”

“We could pretend. Make it a fake marriage.” He hopes his shrug looks nonchalant because he is far from nonchalant.

“Why? I thought you hated me.”

“Not enough to pretend to marry you.”

“Huh…” Your fingers drum along the railing. “Huh. This is a first.”

Scaramouche is certain an arrangement like this is good practice. Not only can he learn more about you, he can experience how it feels to know you on a deeper level. That, and it’ll help him avoid scandals. Online sleuths are quite skillful and if anyone knew he was dating it would stir up annoying nonsense. Though he hardly cares about his reputation as much as he cares for you, it’s still something he has to take into consideration when it comes to money.

Maybe he’s counted too many stars tonight. There’s no way he’d ever ask something so foolish under other circumstances. But maybe it’s because he’s been itching to get closer to you. Stalking you isn’t enough. Taking photographs isn’t enough. Daydreaming isn’t enough.

He needs to be inside your apartment, inside your life, inside you, forcing his way into your heart and making a permanent residence there. All he needs to do is charm you. You’ll see how good he is, and once you do there will be no need to watch your every move.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you mutter. “You’d better be a good husband.”

“I’ll be the best,” he replies with a cocky smirk.

“All right, Scary.” You hold your hand out, leaning over the railing to reach him, and your smile sparks pure joy in his chest. “We’ll pretend to be a married couple for a little while. At least until everyone stops bothering me.”

His hand fits into yours and the two of you shake. Scaramouche can’t believe this is happening. His spontaneous plan is starting to look more solid with each passing second.

“I look forward to meeting your friends and family,” he jests and you laugh.

“Likewise.” Situated against a starry backdrop, you really are the best dream he could ever have.

That night, Scaramouche does a drinking stream to celebrate. And come tomorrow he’ll begin to put his slowly forming plan into action.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Jack being protective and attentive without even knowing he is or thinking twice about it like always walking on the outside of the curb or sees you struggling to open a bottle and he just takes it from your hand and opens it no questions asked and holding you close when you walk through big crowds especially at his concerts

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Jack being protective and attentive was something he never noticed until you brought it up one night.

"you know you're very protective and Caring?" You asked Jack as you laid in his arms. He laughed. "Am I?" You nodded. "Yes. I can name several occasions when you were like that."

Jack lifted his eyebrows. "Well go for it."

You sat up and turned in his arms. "Ok let's go back to the time we were out shopping."

🌸flashback🌸

Your flipped through the rack of clothes looking for something that you'll like. Jack stood off talking to urban through the phone. Occasionally he'll look over at you and smile.

For the first time in a while he was home and able to spend some time with you. While on tour all you both could really do was face time and call, but it wasn't really enough for Jack. He knew you needed more, so he decided to treat you and go shopping to make up for the time away.

"do you think I'll look good in this baby?" You turned around and looked at Jack holding up the purple dress. He told urban he was going to call him back before he gave you his undivided attention.

"yeah, it'll look good on you. I think the color purple looks good on you always." Jack smirked making you laugh. "Ok I'm going to get it. I think I'm ready to checkout."

You and Jack walked over to the checkout. The lady rung up your items and the total came up to 500. You were about to pull out your wallet, but Jack already had his card out.

"I don't even know why you try to pull out your money. You know I'm paying." He whispered in your ear. You laughed.

Once the cashier was done Jack grabbed the bag and walked out of the store to a busy street. Jack instantly walked around you to the side of the traffic. You smiled noticing what he did.

"what you smiling for?" You looked up at Jack and shook your head. "Nothing."

♡︎

There's also this time when I was in the kitchen and you helped me without me asking.

🌺flashback🌺

"I'm going to go make some dinner." You said getting up from the couch. Jack watched as you walked out of the living room to the kitchen.

"what you making?" Jack said getting up. "Um I think I'll make some pasta. Something quick."

You pulled your ingredients out of the fridge and began making your food while Jack sat at the island doing nothing. While you were cooking Jack looked up at you just to make sure you were doing fine.

After a few minutes Jack looked up again. He saw that you were struggling with a jar. He got up and walked over to you, he took the jar from your hand and opened it with no effort.

"thanks." Jack handed the jar back to you and hummed. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. You sighed, you loved when he did something for you even though you didn't ask.

☆

Jack Hummed as you finished explaining. "I'm not finished." You said. "There was also a time when your show ended and you were all protective over me

🌼 flashback 🌼

Jack walked off the stage out of breath and sweating. You stood off to the side watching as Jack handed his mic away. A couple of minutes passed before Jack walked over to you.

"hey baby."

You looked up at him smiling. "Hi. Did you have a good show?"

Jack nodded, "yep. Lemme go get changed so we can leave."

You and Jack walked back to the changing room where he changed and you waited. When Jack was dressed in his normal clothes you both walked out and to the back where the tour bus was. A few of his fans stood around waiting to get a glimpse of Jack.

Jack arm instantly went around you, pulling you close as you both walked through the crowd. Tons of fans tried to stop Jack for a picture, but he refused this time. He just kept you close until you both were in the tour bus.

"you see, you're very protective and attentive." You looked at Jack. Jack ran his hand over his beard, "damn! I didn't notice."

"I don't want you to stop by the way. I love it." You leaned up and kissed Jack.

"ok, I won't stop then." Jack kissed you again before burying a chuckling you in his chest.

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I literally don't know how to end this.