#“goofy silly voice or fake sounding accent”

[kraniumet]

the barrier of entry being low is deceptive, I actually think the fictional narrative podcast is one of the most difficult mediums of all time

[whoisneo404]

Reader and nick are on there first date while matt and chris are wearing disguises at another table Trying to make sure their brother is okay

Surprise.

I can only imagine Chris and Matt wearing a top hat, with fake mustaches and beards on, also Matt probably has fake glasses on. And Chris did the goofy ‘holes on the newspaper’ thing like on the cartoons.

Summary: you and Nick go out for a casual dinner date at a local restaurant, without knowing that the table next to you was booked by a couple of weird guys.

Chris pov.

‘’This won’t work.’’ Matt says.

‘’It WILL. Look at you Matt, I don’t recognize you, you are Mister Bernard right there.’’ I look at myself in the mirror and I take a couple of pictures. ‘’Come on, it will be fun. Plus, we are watching over our Nick.’’

‘’But he doesn’t seem like a bad guy, plus, I’m sure Nick can beat him up.’’

‘’It’s not about beating him up Matt, it’s about feelings, you can’t beat up someone with a broken heart.’’

‘’I’d say you’d be more likely to beat them up harder with a broken heart, but whatever.’’

We drive to the restaurant we dropped Nick at, we reserved a table placed strategically NEXT to them. The perfect spot to spy… I mean, watch over Nick.

‘’This is silly.’’ Matt mutters.

‘’The reservation to what name is places?’’ the waiter looks at us.

‘’Bernard.’’ I smile widely.

‘’You have to be kidding me.’’ Matt whispers.

‘’All right. Sir Bernard, is placed outside, follow me, I’ll show you your table.’’ We go to our table, right next to them. I sit and pull out my newspaper and put it into the table. Looking over at Nick and then to Matt, trying my best to not laugh.

Nicks pov

‘’Are you serious?’’ I say under my breath as I see Chris and Matt walk in the restaurant with the silliest, wort disguise in human history. They look straight out of an asylum.

‘’Everything okay?’’ my crush, the boy I like, the boy I am in love with, sitting right in front of me, on this amazing date that we have been planning for weeks, doesn’t know about the presence of my two stupid brother right beside us.

‘’Yeah, all good. Do you like the place I choose?’’ I smile at him, trying to ignore Chris’ annoying voice.

‘’Yes, it’s very pretty. I love the string lights they have here.’’ God, he’s so cute. Why do they hate to ruin my night? They’ll never hear the end of this.

‘’Yes, that’s one of the reasons I chose it, it has an amazing decoration. Do you want some desert, I heard the sweets here are amazing, or if you like, we can go have ice cream at another place.’’ He smiles widely.

‘’Yeah, I’d love that, there’s a store a few blocks from here that sells ice cream and you can add like 3 to 5 topping, depending on how much you pay.’’

‘’That sounds amazing. I can’t wait to go there.’’ I can’t wait to get out of here, I don’t want to be near Chris and Matt.

‘’I really liked the food here, again, thanks for the invitation.’’

‘’It’s nothing, since I asked you out, I just thought it would make sense that dinner was on me.’’

‘’I thought it would make sense that dinner was on me, what a dork.’’ I hear from the table besides us and I clench my jaw.

‘’Haha, still, thanks Nick. Next date it’s on me.’’

‘’Next date?’’

‘’Shh Matt, you are talking to loud.’’

‘’Whatever, Mr. quiet.’’

I let out a sigh, grabbing the change and de receipt from the check-holder. ‘’Ready to go to eat ice cream.’’

‘’Yes, I’m so excited. You are gonna love the place. It has this animal plushies on shelves and the music is so relaxing.’’ He says smiling as he stands up and slides his chair into the table.

‘’Oh, excuse me young man.’’ Chris says to him in a bad faked southern accent. ‘’can you please take a photo of me and my pal here?’’

‘’Ah, yeah. Of course.’’ He smiles at them, he’s too kind for his own good. He takes the phone from Chris’ hands and takes pictures of them. ‘’There you go sir.’’ He hands the phone back after a few pictures.

‘’All right, let’s go, before it gets late and the ice cream shop closes.’’

‘’Right, right. Well, bye Chris, bye Matt, see you guys later.’’

‘’What? I don’t know ho you are talking about. We are Mr. Bernard and Mr… Pepso. Yes, Mr. Pepso from Alabama.’’ Chris tries to hold his laugh in, but fails and burst out laughing.

‘’How did you know?’’ I look at him. God, this is so embarrassing, I cover my face with one hand. ‘’I’m so sorry, I didn’t know they were doing this.’’

‘’It’s all right, it was funny seeing them dressed like this.’’ He laughs a bit. ‘’You guys need to work on your southern accent. Anyways, enjoy your meal. Will Mr. Bernard and Mr. Pepso from Alabama join us for dessert?’’

‘’God, don’t indulge these kids more.’’

‘’We’ll catch up with you. Plus, I’m the one driving Nick home. So, yeah, we’ll see you at the ice cream shop.’’ Matt says drinking what appears to be lemonade.

‘’All right. See you later guys.’’ He waves at them and walks smiling out of the restaurant.

‘’You better come up with a good explanation by the time we arrive home, or you’ll fucking regret this.’’ I threaten them in a low voice.

‘’Come on, he was having fun.’’

‘’MY date. Stay out kids.’’ I glare at them, walking outside the restaurant with him.

‘’So… Mr. Pepso and Bernard…’’

‘’Don’t… please, let’s just have fun the two of us.’’ He smiles warmly at me, grabbing my hand we start walking to the ice cream shop while talking about nothing and everything.

[obx-pogue4life]

Donut Dick

Summary: JJ thinks he's funny when he puts a donut on his dick and tells you he's got a snack for you but you turn the tables on him and go from silly to sexy, making him absolutely insane and dying for his release

Warning: Cum play, daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, squirting, ball play, kissing, fingering, hand job, food (mentions of eating a donut), begging, taunting, teasing, orgasm denial, boob and nipple play, intense orgasms. I hope I didn’t miss any and if I did, let me know

Author's Note: Hi everyone! So it’s been quite a while since I’ve written and posted anything- I can’t believe it’s been over 6 months! I just wanted to take a minute to say thank you for sticking with me after all this time! Whether you are someone who follows me or just someone who happened to stumble across this post, I appreciate your support and taking the time to read my work very much! I hope you enjoy this weird and sexy story I’ve come up with, it’s basically 5000 words of ridiculously silly filth haha I figured I might as well come back with a bang! GO BIG OR GO HOME, RIGHT??!? 😂❤️

"Hey babe, come here," I hear my boyfriend JJ yell from the kitchen.

Groaning to myself, I put my phone down and yell back, "What is it? I don't wanna get up!" and go back to scrolling on my phone.

About a minute goes by and I hear JJ say again in a weirdly peppy sing song voice, "y/n... I've got something for youuuuu" he drawls out. "Come on babe, I made you a snack" he says again trying to coax me.

I groan again but start to get up because I'm sorta hungry and a snack sounds pretty good right about now. I make my way towards the kitchen and nearly drop my phone when I see the sight that's presented before me. Standing smack dab in the middle of the kitchen is a completely naked JJ, standing there in only his black socks! He's got one leg up on a kitchen chair and his arms proudly on his hips, grinning at me like a lunatic. This man also has a full on erection and has decided to hang a fucking donut from his cock. I'm desperately trying to hold in my giggles but then he starts swiveling his hips in a circle and puts his hands behind his head and gives little thrusts and I just lose my cool completely and can't stop laughing at him.

"Like what you see babe," JJ says in a fake sexy accent, adding to my laughter.

"Oh yeah baby, dance for me you sexy hunk of man," I manage to get out while he try's to spin the donut on his cock like a circus trick.

I'm laughing so hard at this point, I have tears streaming down my face and I can't breathe. He is so silly sometimes, I just don't know what to do with him.

"Come on take a bite of the snack I made you," he coaxed cheekily. "I want you to pull it off my cock with your teeth."

I roll my eyes and flip him off but he just laughs at me and grins that goofy grin again, still playing with his dick and twirling that damn donut.

I decide to have a little bit of fun of my own and slowly walk over to him, stripping my pants, top and bra off on the way, before immediately dropping to my knees in front of him.

"Oh my god, are you actually going for this? Holy shit! I was just kidding y/n but fuck, yes! Will you really eat a donut off my dick?" He asks, genuinely unsure if I'm really gonna do it.

"Anything for you J," I say in a mock of his sing song voice from earlier. I can hear his breathing hitch and I lean forward ever so slightly and stick my tongue out and gently lick the tip of his still hard cock, making him softly groan out.

"Oh shit" I can hear him mutter a few times as I open my mouth a little more and swirl my tongue around his head and start gently sucking. I decide to keep my hands to myself and while I'm sucking his tip I start to play with my breasts and squeeze my nipples. It feels so good I moan out in my own pleasure, causing his cock to twitch in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes and continue what I'm doing, looking right into his eyes. A few more moans from me and he's nearly there and I've barely touched him yet. I stop abruptly and sit on my heels and wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb, sticking it in my mouth after and licking off and precum that got on my face.

"Hmmm," I say to him sort of as a question. I really am hungry and lean in to take a bite of that donut that's been staring me in the face. I hold it with my hand so it doesn't crumble and lick some of the frosting off before swallowing and taking another nibble. JJ is looking at me with wide eyes and I can tell that this weird show I'm putting on for him is really turning him on. I take one more nibble and let the donut break apart in my hand and sexily lick the frosting off my wrist purposely leaving the remaining frosting on my fingers. "You want some," I ask him innocently and put my fingers up to his mouth, teasing him. He leans down and licks the chocolate off my fingers and swallows hard, still looking down at me while I'm kneeling before him and wondering what I'm gonna do next. I don't waste any time and put the rest of the donut on the tabletop. "Looks like someone's been playing with their food... such a naughty boy. Guess I'll just have to clean you up..." and I hear him suck in another deep breath in anticipation.

I lean forward again and begin to kitten lick his cock, making sure to tease his tip and the underside of his shaft while I lick up all the remaining frosting and donut bits that are left behind. He lets out a content sigh and I smile into him, temporarily releasing him from my mouth. "Do you like that baby?" I coo to him. "Does my tongue against your cock feel good?" I ask. He nods his head quickly while I look up at him, putting his dick back in my mouth, taking him in completely. "Fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," he moans out and gives me an animalistic growl. "Fucckkkk."

I start bobbing my head and swirling my tongue, letting him go further and further down my throat. I love the way he's grunting and moaning. I love being able to make him lose himself in such a short amount of time. He reaches down and brushes some of the hair out of my eyes that has fallen forward and I pull back to get a breath. "You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth," he breathily says to me, instantly making me blush. I look away for a minute and notice he's got some frosting on his balls and an idea plants itself in my head. I quickly lean forward again and gently cradle his balls in my hand. "Y/n what are you-," he begins to say but I quickly cut him off.

"I promise I'll be extra gentile J, can I?" I ask him, half thinking he's gonna tell me no and to stop. He doesn't usually like his balls messed with but the few times he has let me play with them, I know he enjoyed it.

"Sure babe, I trust you. Just be extra careful, ok?" He says a tad hesitantly. A huge smile spreads across my face and I gently move my fingers up under them and feel around a little.

"Such cute little donut holes you have J," I say sitting back on my heels. He grins at me and and laughs.

"Oh I know you did not just call my balls donut holes, you weirdo," he says throwing his head back still giggling.

"I am not the weirdo here, sir, you are!" I say, clutching my chest and faking great shock. "You started this whole thing baby and I'm just finishing it," I smile coyly. "You made quite the mess earlier, J. I think I'm just gonna have to lick that silly left over frosting right off of you if we're ever gonna get you cleaned up," I say and bat my eyes as I look up at him. His leg is still propped up on the chair and he nods his head and opens his leg up a little wider so I can get in there better. He gives me another nod and an excited smile and I lean in forward once again, putting myself face to face with his cock and balls.

I grab his cock with one hand push it up towards his stomach. With my other hand I trace the veins on the underside of his shaft with my fingertips and then my tongue. I can hear him take another deep breath in and out and I can feel his body relaxing. I continue to run my tongue along his veiny underside for a minute and then move down to where his cock actually meets his balls. It's fleshy and sorta squishy and as soon as I press my tongue to it I can feel him stiffen up a little. I put my hands on his thighs, rubbing them reassuringly. "I promise I'll be gentle baby, don't worry," I breathily say. He lets out a deep breath and his body relaxes again. Just using the tip of my tongue, I tease that delicate space between his cock and balls, gently licking up and down and back and forth. His breathing quickens a little and I can tell he's starting to enjoying this. I move down a little lower every time I lick and pretty soon I'm right on top of his balls. I decide to place a gentle kiss on them and to kiss all around his pelvis and at the base of his shaft. Anything I can do to ease his mind and let him relax so he can enjoy this. I notice his tip leaking again and brush the precum off with my fingertip. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this baby," I tell him. He smiles and nods again and just watches me silently, waiting for my next move.

I use his cum like lipgloss, spreading it evenly on my lips and puckering them. "Jesus Christ" I hear him say under his breath. I look directly at him and suck the remaining cum off my finger as seductively as I can. I hear a loud gulp come from him and I smile to myself knowing that all this is working. His dick twitches in my hand again and I immediately lick my lips a little and start softly kissing and licking his inner thighs, head and shaft. He moans out in appreciation and slightly bucks his hips into my face. I quickly make my way back to his balls and feel his breathing quicken a little but he's still very relaxed. With just the tip of my tongue I circle each orb with feather light touches and can feel the weightlessness they each seem to possess. Running my tongue all around them and over the seam in between cause my boyfriend to let out a manly shriek and groan and his sounds make me instantly stop, not knowing if it was a good sound or a bad one.

"Oh my gosh, are you ok baby? I'm so sorry, I was being so careful, I -" Fuck, no. Feels so... good... babe please... keep... going..." he barely gets out, his breathing is so erratic. "Aww baby I love how good I'm making you feel, you sound so sexy coming undone for me. Don't hold back J, you're making me so wet every time I hear you moan. My panties are soaked for you. Your voice alone in driving me crazy but it's still your turn baby," I say as he reaches for me. I gently push his hand back towards his chest and put my hands on my tits and massage them a little and tweak my nipples. "Mmmm," I let out slowly as I rock my body a little. "This feels good but it's better when you touch me, baby," I tease. His eyes go wide and he licks his lips but I ignore it. I squeeze my breasts together and bounce them with my hands a little and just stare at him and then stop and just smile. "Later," I say and wink at him. "Shit" was all my boyfriend could say.

Satisfied that I had teased him long enough, I dove right back in and started to sensually and slowly lick all around his balls and his ballsack. I could tell he was as relaxed as ever because when I gently started sucking on one of them and ever so delicately pulled it into my mouth, he didn't even flinch. I made a humming noise as I swirled my tongue around and gently pushed my mouth all around it, cupping it around my lips. He grunted and squirmed in satisfaction as I released that ball from my mouth and quickly but softly licked up and down his seam. A long, breathy string of shits and fucks left his mouth and I used my hand to tease the tip of his cock again, the feeling of the two together giving him an extremely pleasurable sensation. I quickly repeated the process on his other ball and as I started to make my way back to his seam and started licking again, he gently tugged on my hair so I stopped. "Too much baby?," I half tease.

"Girl I need to sit... down," he part moans, part chuckles. "So fucking good," he said plopping down on the kitchen chair. Regaining his composure, he tells me he is so full and he needs to cum. "I swear if I don't cum right now, I'm gonna fucking explode," he pleads with me. "Please y/n let me fuck you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Wanna hear you moan and scream my name over and over again. Plant my seed deep within your pussy and watch you get all swollen with my babies. Fuck, please babe, I want you. I need you," he pleads again.

"That sounds like a lot of fun baby, but it's gonna have to wait," I say getting comfortable on my knees. "I'm not done with you yet," I simply say and smile. A confused look spreads across his face and just as he's about to protest I bring my hands to my chest and start pulling and pinching my nipples. Rolling them between my fingertips, I let out a filthy cry of pleasure and he instantly goes silent and leans back in his chair to watch the show I'm putting on at his feet. I smile at him again and begin to kneed my breasts as I rock back and forth on my heels. I lean in slightly and grab his cock, licking it from base to tip and then stick it as far as I can down my throat while trying to swirl my tongue around him and not choke. I swallow around him and can hear those familiar grunts I love so much coming out of his mouth. Needing air, I pull him out of my mouth and take a much needed breath. "God I love you," JJ says to me, drunk off my mouth.

"You think you love me now J, just you wait baby," I say with a wink. I gently grab his hand and put it on his cock and place mine over his and start to pump his dick. Using my other hand I start teasing my nipples again, pleasuring ourselves in unison. As he starts to get the picture, I let his hand go and massage both my tits with both my hands. He continues to stroke himself while he watches me tease and grope my breasts and his dopey grin is all I need to see in order to know he's loving this just as much as I am. I start to moan his name and tell him I can't wait to feel him inside me when he quickly says that he's gonna cum. I immediately sit up and stop his hand movements and he groans out in frustration. "Why are you stopping me, do you need me to beg? Fuckkkk. Please let me cum babe, I'm so close. I was right there," he says slightly annoyed.

"I get to make you cum," I say sternly. "I get to make you feel good this time baby," I say a little softer.

"You're a terrible tease," he says sighing.

"I know!," you reply happily and then lean back on your heels again. You look at him with innocent eyes and squeeze and push your tits together and shake them a little.

"SEE!," he exclaims! "TEASE!," he fake yells.

"Look JJ, I just thought you might like to titty fuck your way home today, ok?," you say as nonchalantly as you can muster and shrug your shoulders. He leans down and roughly grabs your face with his hand and pulls you up a little so he can kiss you. His kiss is so needy and so rough. It's sloppy and wet but I love it. I smile into his desperation and let myself moan a little. He's so horny he is literally grinding into the kitchen chair and bucking his hips into my stomach. I pull away and grab my tits again and just stare at him for a minute while he eye fucks me. "So...?" I proposition him again. "You wanna cum all over these titties baby?," I say confidently, shaking my breasts and making them jiggle.

JJ licks his lips and mutters something incoherent while I lean back a little, offering my chest to him. He pumps his cock a bit to get himself started up again and then slaps his dick against each of my breasts a couple times. He takes his tip and circles my hardening nipples, getting them a bit sticky with his ever leaking dribbles of cum. I continue to hold my tits up for him while he plays with me and that dopey smile is back, plastered across his face. This man loves boobs. He'd play with them all day if I let him. I hardly ever let him cum on them though because it's messy and I just prefer him to cum inside of me so he knows that I'm doing all of this for his benefit. After a minute more of him rubbing his cock all over my tits and body he's made me sufficiently horny, way more than I thought I'd be with him just slapping my tits with his damn cock. Somehow it works for me though and I am slowly becoming an insane mess. Seeing him get so turned on was making me turned on and hearing him was even worse. He was overly ready, his tip was so red it looked like it might hurt, and that was fucking with me too. All I wanted to do was put it in my mouth and suck him dry but this wasn't about what I wanted. I was doing this for him.

I leaned forward and sat up a little again and kissed him. He stopped his movements and kissed me back. I pulled away slightly and kissed his cheek, down his jawline, down his neck and stopped right over his Adam's apple causing his head to roll back in pleasure. He loved when I sucked his skin right there and loved it even more when I left love bites for him to see later on. It was a sexy kink of his that I loved too. "I love you JJ," I quietly say into his neck.

"And I fucking love you y/n," he murmurs back immediately running his hands through my hair. I decided to take this opportunity while he was still blissed out from my neck kisses to put his eager cock between my breasts and start rubbing them up and down his shaft. With my hands, I pushed my tits together as tightly as I could while encompassing his rock hard dick. Up and down I went, letting my whole body bounce and trying to give him the most pleasure I possibly could. "Uhhhh... yes babe.... Fuck! I'm not gonna last much longer y/n.

"Let go baby, cum for me then," I sweetly coo. He groans and starts to buck himself up in between my breasts. Faster and faster he went, both of our breathing increasing as we meet each other's movements. His pumps getting rougher and faster yet. He was so close. I can't believe he's lasted this long, his stamina is always so sexy to me. I love the control he has over his body and just thinking about it makes me sweat. I am dripping wet and very thankful I've kept on my panties this entire time. After a few more quick thrusts he finally lets out that manly wail I've been longing to hear and I can feel his hot, thick ropes of cum go all over my upper body and onto my neck and face. We both slow our movements and just breathe together for a few seconds. I let go of my chest and his cock, pushing a little of the cum off my face and lick it off my finger. "Mmmm you taste so good, J," I sexily say and lean forward, kissing him on his wide open mouth. He's gawking at me again so I decide to finish my little show for him the only logical way I can think of. I pull away from the kiss and start massaging his cum into my breasts. "This feels so good, baby," I say, trying to keep eye contact. "I hope it was good for you."

"Best afternoon of my life, y/n," he says earnestly. He pulls me up onto my feet and pulls me onto his lap and kisses me again. I can feel his truth through his kiss and it makes my heart flutter.

Instantly his hands start roaming the sides of my body. His one hand brushes back and forth over my nipple while his other hand travels down to where I've been aching for him the most. He gently brushes a finger tip over my opening and immediately I can feel him smile into the crook of my neck. "You're actually dripping, y/n. Like legit dripping wet," he says completely in awe. Still stroking just my opening, he begins to kiss my neck and I can feel him start to suck on the spot that I know, he knows drives me crazy. "Mmmm that feels so good baby, don't stop," I moan out, arching my back slightly and letting my head fall back against him.

"You really have been torturing yourself as much as you have been torturing me, haven't you?" he lustily murmurs into my neck.

"Mmmhmmm," is all I can get out, followed by a sharp and deep breath in. He chuckles at me and says "does my pretty little tease of a girlfriend want to cum?" He questions. I shake my head yes and instinctively start to grind my ass against his leg. "Jesus, you're desperate for a release aren't you babe'" he whispers.

"Please," I whisper back, sounding way more needy than I intended.

"You want my fingers in that pretty little pussy? Like this?" He questions, slowly moving my panties to the side and dipping one finger into my waiting folds. In and out, he shallowly teases my entrance. It feels good but I need more. "Please," I say again. "More please, baby," I plead.

"Whatever you want babe," he complies. Quickly he stops his teasing and puts three fingers deep into me, plunging in and out at a rapid pace. I involuntarily arch my back and hook my one arm around his neck and use the other to hold onto the seat of the chair so I don't fall. "Oh! OOOHH!" Is all I can groin out, the feeling overwhelming all of my senses as I melt into his body. He uses his free arm and hand to hold onto my hips to help keep my now shaking body steady. His arms are so long that he can reach all the way around me to my pussy and uses his fingers to dip into the top of my panties and rub circles onto my pulsating clit. The material of my underwear is so tight against my skin I can feel it start to rip but I couldn't care less. I just need more. I frantically start moving my hips and fucking myself onto his his fingers in rhythm with his hand thrusts. I'm getting so close, I can feel it beginning to boil over within me. He notices my worsening desperation and fucks me faster yet with his fingers, adding an insanely pleasurable fourth finger to the mix. At this point I feel like I'm about to lose my mind any second when he decides to stop rubbing my clit and to pinch it instead. Gentle at first but then a little harder, him being careful to make sure it was making me feel good and not hurt me, before giving me more. Quick and rough pinches followed by firm, repetitive tapping on my most sensitive and over stimulated area was enough to make me yell out his name in pure unashamed pleasure. "j...J...JJ!" I practically scream but I just can't help it. I'm so worked up that I barely recognize my own voice. My body is trembling and I'm randomly convulsing and I seem to have lost all control of my movements. If he wasn't strongly holding me in place, I'd have been on the floor a long time ago. He repeats the pinching and tapping over and over again while his thick fingers stretch me out more and more. All of the sudden I feel an indescribable high wash over me and my vision starts to go fuzzy. He does not let up though and the euphoria I feel is more than incredible. It has me screaming out like a wild animal and I feel like my entire body is on fire. Before I can even realize what's happening, I feel another intense pressure building up within me and there is no turning back now because I am on the brink of explosion. JJ can tell how close I am because all it takes is a few dirty words from him to send me over the edge.

"You're so fucking sexy like this y/n. Completely at my mercy. Show me what that body can do. Show me how you squirt for me y/n. I want your pussy to squirt all over my hand. Do you understand me? If you can do that like a good girl, I promise I'll make you squirt all over my cock when I give you the fucking you deserve, later. Come on gorgeous," he says leaning in to my ear, licking and sucking on my ear lobe. "Squirt for daddy," he whispers.

That whisper was all it took for me to come completely unraveled on his lap. The waves of pleasure circulating through my body were some of the most intense sets of orgasms I've ever experienced. I could feel myself leaking all over him and the pleasure I was receiving from it was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I was sweating, crying and panting over my ragged breathing and loss of breath. The only thing I could do was scream out in pure ecstasy and I was so intoxicated by this wonderfully strong feeling and waves of feel good emotions that I didn't care one bit how loud I was or how I sounded.

As he helped me ride out my incredible high, I got lost in a state of bliss for a few minutes. He stopped all his motions and just held me while I continued to have my tiny tremors of pure lingering pleasure every so often while I was slowly coming back down to normal. Once I finally opened my eyes and looked at him he was just staring at me again with a cocky but semi concerned look on his face. He sighed out in relief and brushed a few lingering tears off my cheek. "What," I said breathily, wondering why he was once again, staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Y/n," he grins at me lustily. "It's been like 5 minutes since you came babe," he says incredibly cocky and proud. "I fucking thought you were possessed for a minute," he laughs. "You just kept going and going and moaning and shit. And babe- look at us! Look at the floor! You squirted like a fucking fountain y/n. It was so hot, I'm fucking hard again. You did so good for me, gorgeous. Such a good girl." He praises me, spinning me around so I'm straddling his lap. He leans down and kisses me, making sure to take his time. I feel my cheeks heat up at his words and pull away from his kiss to take a breath. He strokes my cheek lovingly and leans in and kisses my neck reassuringly. "Daddy is so proud of you," he quietly says into my ear between kisses. The feeling of his breath on my neck and his dirty words makes me shiver a little and he pulls back and smiles at me, leaning in to kiss my lips once more. He breathes into me and I can feel all the life coming back into my body. I instantly relax and smile into his kiss. The way he contently sighs back and the way his tongue gently and passionately explores my mouth while his hands tenderly cup my face make me feel so loved in this moment. His kiss always gives it away. If he never told me again how he feels, I'd still know it because I can feel it in his touch.

He eventually and reluctantly pulls away and presses me into his chest, hugging my body tightly and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Who knew my dumb joke would turn into all this," he chuckles. I smile into his chest and chuckle back. "Yeah who knew your donut dick would turn me on so much," I say, shaking my head. He laughs again and kisses the top of my head lovingly.

"I love you, my little freak," he says affectionately.

"Love you too, my little weirdo," I say back.

[serfuzzypushover]

Do you have any voice headcanons for the sillys (any homestuck characters)?

- @iassignpeoplehomestucktrolls

answwered somethin like this b4 but i CANNOT for the life of me find it...

oh wwell heres wwhat i got:

june is me. she sounds like me i am her.

davve is wway more expressivve with his vvoice than he wwant to admit lol. i imagine hes trying to pull off bein monotone but its not really wworkin. his body language is pr minimum tho

rose is soft and calm. she can get giggly pr easily tho hehe

jade has a wwarm vvoice for sure... maybe gets a bit loud Σ:B

roxy is so silly i bet she also cant control the tone of her vvoice... its also slighty masc and shes giggly as wwell ❤️

dirk is the opposite of davve. monotone vvoice bc of flat affect but hes alwways expressin his emotions through body language.

jake the obvviously fake british accent obvv

jane sounds androgynous but slightly sweet

aradia i imagine like... fluttershy but somewwhat ethereal in a wway? damara sounds AWWFULLY swweet. she also has a calming vvoice i imagine she can sing pr wwell

tavv i havve no specific hc other than he sounds like rufioh but sadder and rufioh is just dante basco

sollux sounds like a NERD/aff mituna is this

karkat wwill forevver just sound like broardway karkat to me. its the perfect vvoice. kankri is the vvoice used in lets read homestuck

porrim is sooo warm and soft spoken... kanaya is a bit monotone. i hc she has a flat affect from autism

terezi and latula sound pr raspy and perhaps a bit high pitched(terezi more so)

vvriska sounds like a popular girl bully (imagine heathers lol) wwhile aranea is twwilight sparkle

equius and horuss are pr.... hoarse............... they are also british but horuss' accent is more pronounced

gamzee is silly and goofy and has trouble controllin the volume of his vvoice... the pitch also fluctuates. KURLOZ SOUNDS SO SMOOTH AND LOWW PITCHED ID FORGET MY CELI8ACY IF HE TOLD ME TO KILL MYSELF—ahem anywway

eridan is EXACTLY howw sassy gay eridan sounds... cronus... danny zuko....

feferi is swweet but maybe a taaaaaaaad too high pitched. shes also loud in general. meenah i dont think about enough to havve a hc

[karlyboyyy]

As I rewatch Haikyuu for the Nth time, I am once again reminded of how the English dub missed a huge opportunity when they didn’t cast voice actors with any sort of dialect or accent for the Inarizaki players. But more specifically, Miya Atsumu.

In the manga, Atsumu’s dialect is incredibly noticeable and the way he speaks is informal and rough around the edges.

But in the English dub of the anime, the way he speaks is just… boring. Dry. Bland. Like a slice of plain ol’ Wonder bread. 😔

Manga Atsumu: Well? How’d ya like spiking?

Anime Atsumu: So, how’d you like being a spiker?

Manga Kags: ! It was fun. The way you put the ball up is really easy to hit, Miya-san.

Anime Kags: I found it interesting. And the sets you gave me were really easy to work with as well.

Manga Atsumu: Ain’t they? Anybody who can’t hit my sets sucks. That’s all there is to it.

Anime Atsumu: Yeah I know, right? Anyone who can’t hit one of my sets is a real waste of space.

If he were a spice, he’d be flour… 😒

Manga Atsumu: Y’know, Tobio-kun. Don’tcha think yer more cut out to play wing spiker than setter?

Anime Atsumu: But anyway, I wanted to ask you. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be a spiker?

Manga Kags: Why do you think that?

Anime Kags: Why would you ask that?

Manga Atsumu: Cuz you’ve always got your face screwed up in this ‘I’m thinkin’ reeeal hard” look when yer setting… But you looked like you were havin’ a blast when you were playin’ on the left side.

Anime Atsumu: You’ve had this real tense look on your face every time you’ve made a set. But then, it went away while you were playing on the wing.

Where’s the silliness? Huh? Where’s my goofy guy at?? 😤

Like seriously, they couldn’t find a voice actor with a little southern twang in their speech? Or one who could at least fake it?? Or at least someone who would put a little more emotion into my boy Atsumu???

I hate to say it, but they made him sound like just another generic background character. Which is such a damn shame.

[big-city-times]

due to popular demand (two people in the replies of this post) i will now complain about how agitating the penny the pony and the pirate is to me (coming out as a hater) [under the cut][not going to put a whole essay in the main tag without a cut]

prepare yourself [i am so sorry]

before diving deep into my "he would not fucking say that" syndrome, there are ?? a lot of things i like about this episode ??

positives

the biggest, and the one that makes me the most sad, is how much i love the b plot. partially because it feels ironic watching becky and violet try to rewatch the mid-summer special of pretty princess and trying to convince themselves that its not as bad as they had thought originally, as i desperately try to convince myself that this episode isn't as bad as i had thought, but also because its just so ??? funny ??

like. fucking watch this

that's ?? hilarious ??? and it's used in this episode ???

not to mention that violet is just so adorable and funny in this episode and i love myself some good violet characterization AND theres really goofy botsford moments !! like them bullying tangent for not being able to tell a good story. father daughter bonding /j

also, about tim specifically, i find myself saying "can you believe this guy!! hey buddy !! the doubloons exhibit was last week !!!" a lot strangely enough

there's also some really silly bits about tangent himself !! like i've really stuck with the idea of him LOVING hearing other people's stories, stealing only when he's low on cash, or having a mom who's an artist

like !!! those are super cute and fun !!!!!!!! hearing about villains daily live's is one of my favorite parts of this show !! they're just presented in a way that doesn't sit right in my head !!

nice and goofy animations as well :]

negatives

yk. this is a rant. it's not really intended to be about the positive stuff so

cutting straight to the chase, i know exactly what the main reason is. it's the voice actor change im not gonna lie

for a minute, imagine, a character with a higher-pitched voice that you like, say, spongebob

then imagine them with a voice that is an octave deeper than their usual voice

isn't that weird and disorienting ??? like it just doesn't feel like them anymore ??

as violet says in this episode itself, that's. not their real voice, not to you at least

in this case, not only is his voice deeper, but its brash and gruff rather than his usual young, kind sounding voice, with a obvious (and often broken) fake accent. he sounds more like an adult and it BOTHERS me

its giving the minor change in chuck's voice in a world without wordgirl. while still the same person, a minor shift in his speech patterns makes him far less likeable

obviously this is no hate to brian stack (his va for this episode), he did a very good job on the actual acting, the voice just doesn't feel right for the character :]

there's also something that feels off about the way a lot of his lines are presented, not in voice, but more in the style of writing

in the previous two episodes, despite being absent minded and annoying to those around him, he's very selfless and kind, (caring about the safety of scoops and the dogs, leaving people alone if they reject him, noticing that scoops is upset [though he does interpret it wrong], ext.) but, here, it feels more like he's less distracted by his thoughts, and more self-focused. for example, regardless that he did enjoy tim's history lesson on the bumblebee penny, he immediately turns and begins to tell his own story, which just feels ??? way out of character ??

less negative, but he feels wayyy less focused here, and begins and ends stories very often, feeling less like they're tangents, and more like really brief, mildly annoying tidbits about himself ?? lmfao

it feels almost like they tried too hard on the tangents and ended up staying way too close to the topic. we are no longer going from pirates favorite wood to ballet slippers and that makes me very sad :[

i guess theres just something very offputting about how pirate-y he feels. he doesn't feel like some dork in a costume, and that's what i feel his character is supposed to be like !! he's not really a pirate !! he doesn't have a ship !! he rides around in a wagon !!! a flying wagon !!

conclusion :

as i said earlier, i keep coming back to this episode hoping that i'll like it better, but i never do.

who are you !!!!!! idk what villain that is !!! this episode has so much potential !! the crime is so goofy !! he's just written in a very strange way !!!

bonus bit - why is it so funny to me that his arm literally makes a clanking noise when he touches it. look at this stupid little twig arm. there is no way youve ever been to the gym youre lying

[thesinglesjukebox]

FULL TAC FT. LIL MARIKO - WHERE'S MY JUUL??

[6.11]

Do we choose rule, or do we choose suck?

Alex Clifton: Juuls. Juuls. Juuls. Oh my god, Juuls. [7]

Katie Gill: It's a little bit telling how all the comments on the YouTube video are comparing this song to other meme songs and not talking about the merits of the song itself. Still, there will always be a place in the world for meme songs that are serviceable memes but less than serviceable songs that teenagers can obnoxiously quote on the bus. "Where's My Juul" fits that niche perfectly. I expect a fleet of TikToks featuring people lip-syncing to this and will be very disappointed when this inevitably doesn't happen because I am out of touch with the youth. [6]

Kalani Leblanc: I can see there's already an abundance of blurbs submitted for this song, and the number will have risen by the time I finish this. After thinking so hard about how to go about being the fifteenth person to say "It sounds like "Shoes"," I'm realizing it's not really "Shoes" anyway. While they're both jokes that bear a resemblance in the thrash of a breakdown, "Where's My Juul??" is also listenable. The comparison is getting tired because it's like did anyone listen to "Shoes"? As a song? In earnest??? While this is not an entirely impressive piece, no concerto or FKA Twigs production, it's enough. Since 2006, we've been making everything into jokes, so it makes perfect sense. Nicotine-induced freakouts would've been the subject of an after school special ten years ago, but now they're joke material for hypebeasts and others on Twitter. Lil Mariko makes an impressive case while trying to find her Juul; I can't find anything this song did wrong, sorry. [8]

Will Adams: The mid-song 0-to-11 ramp is what takes this past the mean-spiritedness of "#Selfie" and the meme-spiritedness of "Phone" into effortless "Shoes"/"Let Me Borrow That Top" absurdity. The Juul is a placeholder; sub in any other monosyllabic cultural artifact, and Lil Mariko's rage against Full Tac's electroclash-y beat would cut through just as effectively. "Sorry, guys!" she says at the end, except there's nothing to apologize for. [7]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: I wrote 20 pages about Juul culture in 2018 so I should in theory be the exact target audience for this. Yet "Where's My Juul??" doesn't really click for me. It's charming and funny in parts (Lil Mariko's spoken verses, which transmit nervy anxiety and barely restrained fury effectively) but the hook, which takes up most of the very long minute-forty-five, is comedy via brute force principles: repeat a phrase enough and it will transfigure into a joke. [5]

Brad Shoup: About as funny as the related TikTok meme, though not as menacing, surprisingly. I wish so badly that Full Tac had gone full hardcore -- or even brostep! -- but am glad that Lil Mariko's Danny Brownian ad-libs and sudden reversals grind "#SELFIE" into the dirt. [7]

Oliver Maier: I need not catalogue the myriad ways in which this is transparently designed to blast off on TikTok -- you would probably know better than me -- but that cynicism detracts from "Where's My Juul??" for me. There's none of the spontaneity or sense of genuine fun that animates certain other genre-agnostic, threat-spewing, extremely online weirdo duos, more savvy than it is genuinely silly. It's not badly executed, but I felt like I got the picture before even hitting play. [4]

Will Rivitz: I get this is supposed to be more meme than song, but I so wish it had leaned into the latter for more than half its runtime. The "FUCK!!!" at the beginning of its second chorus is worth at least a [7] on its own, and its redlining nu-metal production is such a tight fusion of XXXTENTACION's sonic fingerprint and simplified TikTok trap that I'm surprised the "oh my God" ad-libs aren't followed by a "Ronny." As it stands, "Where's My Juul??" and its just-a-little-too-long interludes that grate after listen number four or so functions as a sort of "Thrift Shop" for the current day, a track defined by its novelty that we as an Internet music-Twitter hivemind all agree was genuinely good about five years after it's exited the public consciousness. It deserves more. [8]

Ian Mathers: Both less musically compelling and with less of a point than "Can I Get a Box?". [5]

Katherine St Asaph: It's kind of amazing how it took seven years for Rebecca Martinson to release her debut. [1]

Nortey Dowuona: Lil Mariko is actually kinda weird in the lol so random funny way that people think that [insert overrated white comic who had a Comedy Central show] is and has a really great metal screaming voice. I don't know who made this dull approximation of Kenny Beats and Pi'erre Bourne, nor do I care. Lil Mariko will hopefully get a recurring cameo role on Nora From Queens and get her own show from that. [5]

Mo Kim: The best joke here is the escalation of nonchalance (hey, where's my Juul?) into something desperate, and therefore dangerous: it hits like the drop in a rollercoaster when Lil Mariko finally breaks out the deep-throated metal screams, but the moment wouldn't have half the thrill without the masterful way she gradually ups the heat on the song's first chorus before that. Both of her spoken monologues, where she merges Valley Girl affect with murderous menace, only sweeten the deal. [8]

Ryo Miyauchi: "Where's My Juul??" gets spiked with an infectious dose of adrenaline when it suddenly turns a lot more aggro than you'd expect from a meme-y cross-section of Rico Nasty's mosh-pop and PC Music's ironic bubblegum. The demented beat stings with a pungent metallic sourness, and while her Valley Girl accent scans as an obvious put-on, Lil Mariko's blood-curdling scream is legitimately hair-raising. The song rapidly combusts, ensuring the joke doesn't overstay its welcome. [7]

Joshua Lu: Yes, hearing the unassuming Lil Mariko scream and snarl over a missing Juul is intrinsically funny, especially accompanied by a music video that knows exactly how to push the limits of its concept. But the real strength of "Where's My Juul??" lies in its sheer relatability. The title could be anything -- where's my wallet, my phone, my eraser -- because anyone who has ever misplaced anything can relate to the escalating panic and rage in not only the cataclysmic vocals, but also Full Tac's discordant production. Also crucial to the song is its sense of plot, as it steadily progresses from confusion to blame to outright violence. The ending, though predictable (Lizzo used the exact same twist not that long ago), is a necessary denouement, as it provides the moment where everyone involved can look back on the last minute and a half of chaos and laugh. [8]

Iain Mew: As a song structure trick, I love the fake-out final verse, those ones that seem like something slowly developing before the artist brutally cuts it off for the chorus or instrumental to come back stronger than ever; the "Don't Speak" and "Your Best American Girl" kind of thing. The key moment of "Where's My Juul??" comes in taking that same trick to a ludicrous, brilliant extreme. It has a drawn-out, jittery verse, a cartoon scowl of a chorus, and then one question into verse two it veers straight into swearing, screaming and fucking everything up. That's perfect enough that it would ideally be even shorter than it ends up. [7]

Kylo Nocom: Full Tac and Lil Mariko do in less than two minutes what took Justice five. The gimmick is the least fun part, and judging by my sample size of BigKlit's "Liar" and Full Tac's very own "CHOP" the producers behind this might not even be as funny as this video would imply. But I've long settled with music that's good on the merits of just being fun; when the production here is layered with discordant guitar sampling, analog drum kits, and distant screams of "piss!" and "fuck," I'm willing to buy into the ugliness. [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Full Tac returns with another take on "Liar," succeeding because the goofy conceit here finds an appropriately goofy (that is, unexpected) vocal performance. Part of the appeal is how "Where's My Juul??" could sit comfortably alongside songs from Rico Nasty and Rina Sawayama, but has the appeal of shoddy viral videos from yesteryear. It's that "Kombucha Girl"-type reaction it's striving to elicit, and it accomplishes that as soon as the screaming starts. The best detail, though, is the most subtle: the moment Lil Mariko stops herself from saying "who" and politely asks "have you seen it?" [7]

Michael Hong: Have you ever been dragged to a party only for your only friend to disappear, leaving you to mingle with a group of people you don't know? And one person makes a comment so absurd that you just giggle along with the rest of the group even though you're not really sure if they're layering their statement with even a hint of irony or if there's something much more unsettling lurking underneath? But the jokes are getting more and more uncomfortable and suddenly fewer people are laughing along, instead furtively glancing across each other with an exasperated look as if to say "is this person for real?" And instead of backing away, that person instead starts doubling down, getting more and more aggressive, screaming across the room for what feels like hours and surely people must be ready to head out. Instead, when you finally catch a moment to glance down at your phone, you find that only two minutes have elapsed since you arrived and you realize that not even a quarter of the time has passed before your ride will come and you can leave this godforsaken party. You have absolutely no choice but to continue standing in the group in discomfort, waiting for this moment that feels like an eternity to finally finish, with the only background noise being the stereos blaring what sounds like someone's first attempt at using GarageBand. [0]

Crystal Leww: While I was digging through "likes" on SoundCloud, I noticed that a friend of mine had liked "Baby Let Me Know" by Full Tac, which sounds like the synth heavy dreamy pop that was popular at the beginning of last decade. I did not stick around for "Where's My Juul??" so imagine my surprise today when I turned this on and it's umm, screaming. A consistent genre as an essential part of an up-and-coming artist's brand is less essential than ever, especially in an age where (waves hands) dance music has eaten itself alive in its swirling storm of troll energy. Chaos in and of itself is a brand -- from 100 gecs to Alice Longyu Gao's dueling sister tracks "Rich Bitch Juice"/"Dumb Bitch Juice" to any DJ Bus Replacement Service set, it has fully infiltrated dance music. How this goes from sweetly threatening to full-on psychotic and back to cutely apologetic is chaotic so yes, I think Full Tac could make some noise (both in creating a fanbase and also like literally) with this. [8]

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[katurrade]

Secrets and Sins 2

This is not your normal TRR story. This is a complete AU. A mobster AU. Hopefully you enjoy this, it’s dark and twisted, but should be a fun ride. It’s also written in a reader format, not a MC format. (Y/N = Your Name) Enjoy!

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye. Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 3,350 ish.

Pairing: Mobster!Liam x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Possible NSFW content in later chapters. Flashbacks of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse. Possible triggering thoughts and feelings. Probably more warnings to come.

A/N: *throws canon out the damn window* YEEET.

You woke up and instantly sat up straight, heart racing, covered in sweat. Your eyes searching around the room before finally realizing you were in your apartment. Alone. On the other side of the country. He wasn’t here.

The nightmares refused to leave you be, refused to allow you to forget. Every night they plagued your mind, taunted you. Reminded you of what was behind you, following you like a ball and chain. You could never really, truly, escape him. At least not fully. Not in your mind.

You grabbed your new phone off the floor beside you to check the time ‘9:13 am’. You sighed and laid back in the bed, trying to allow your heart to slow down and return to a normal rhythm. You forced yourself to focus on the noises outside. Listening to the sounds of the city helped calm you. Reminded you where you were. The sounds of New York were so different from any other city you had lived in. Yet, also the same.

The sounds of cars driving by, the occasional honk of a horn, or holler for a cab. The murmurs of voices and laughs among friends. It made you feel less alone. Less isolated. Helping to remember you were on the other side of the country, behind his enemies lines.

There were no messages on your phone, but that was to be expected, no one you knew had your new number. You had ditched your old phone before even leaving Washington, knowing he could track it and upon entering New York you had stopped and purchased a new phone outright under a fake name, refusing a plan and opting to just purchase minutes instead. Harder to track. Easier to ditch.

Though, you wished you had woken up to a few messages, at least ones pertaining to your car, or the sale of it, to be exact. But nothing, you may just have to junk the car soon. You couldn’t risk holding onto it much longer. He’d find it.

Finally, once all calmed down, you pulled yourself out of bed and headed for the bathroom, needing a hot shower to help clear your mind. Clear your thoughts.

You spent the day hanging around your apartment until it was time to head to work. Dressing in black skinny jeans, a black T-shirt and black chucks. You pulled on your leather bomber jacket and headed out the door, checking the peep hole before leaving and locking the door behind you. You stepped onto the street and pulled the hood over your head once again before making your way down the sidewalk. Once again listening to the sounds of the city around you.

You arrived at The Gilded Apple and checked the time on your phone ‘3:40’. A little early but it’s better to be early instead of late. You pushed open the big mahogany doors and entered the establishment. Something you were thankful you’d get to do many more times in the future. Stability was what you needed. Structure and repetition would help you settle.

The shift went smoothly, Hana taking you under her wing and showing you the ropes. Your experience working in the pub back in Seattle all came flooding back, which was extremely helpful. You learned that the red heads name was Olivia, her bark was worse then her bite, though, even with that said, her bite was still pretty bad. You stayed out of her way and on her good side the whole shift, not wanting to make any more enemies. Especially not new ones. You had enough enemies as it was.

Max was the manager, and co-owner, you learned his name was actually Maxwell, but he preferred Max. Something about being named after some ‘old timey ancestor’, his words not yours, and hating the ‘old fashioned’ name. He suited the name Max, he was goofy and made silly jokes but he was sweet and kind. And that was more then you could have ever asked for, in all honesty. His brother, Bertrand, whom you hadn’t had the chance to meet, was the owner of the pub. You gathered that he wasn’t around often, minus at the end of the months to go over the books and check that everything was in order. Or as Max put it, to check that his younger brother hadn’t ‘burned the place down’ or ‘screwed anything up’. Turns out Bertrand also owned another pub on the other side of town and that’s where he spent most of his days.

Hana and you became fast friends. Exchanging numbers part way through the shift so you could chat after work. She vowed to be your tour guide and help get you fully settled in. She also informed you of the other two woman who worked there, Penelope and Kiara, who you would meet eventually. Whenever your shifts lined up.

Over the next two weeks you settled in well. Hana and you became inseparable. You met Kiara, who was smart but reserved. And Penelope who was ditzy but friendly. You continued to give Olivia a wide birth, only bothering her when it was urgent. Usually receiving an eye roll or a wicked smirk in response.

You met the regulars, all seemed nice and relatively harmless. A few got a little to handsy for your liking but a quick smack on the hand and a stern glare usually set them straight. All and all you enjoyed working there. Enjoyed your coworkers and boss, and were just happy you had found this job so quickly.

Nearing the end of your current shift, you were just cleaning up a recently vacated table when Hana came bouncing over, a wide grin on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes.

“Hey you!” She said excitedly.

You laughed at her excitement “Hey Han’s, what’s up?”

“So I was talking to Kiara, turns out her brother is a bouncer over at this new club called Kizmat, he told her that he could get us in tonight!!” She bounced with excitement before abruptly freezing in place “That is, if we wanted” she shrugged nonchalantly, but you could damn near feel the excitement still pouring off her.

“Oh, I have heard of that place, some of the customers mentioned it, it just opened up, yeah?”

She nodded quickly “Mhmm....So you in?!?”

She was like a child on a sugar high at all times. Much like Max. They were hilarious when together, both feeding off each other and making there personalities even more ridiculous and loud. Many times you had to walk away because your ribs hurt from laughing.

“Ah, I don’t really have anything to wear to a fancy club—“

She cut you off before you could even finish “I’ll lend you an outfit, we can get ready and pre-drink at my place, all the girls are coming with!!”

“You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?” You smirked with a raised brow.

Hana shook her head adamantly and said “Nope” popping the P for effect.

“Okay, then I guess I have no choice” you laughed.

Later that evening you found yourself at Hana’s. Olivia, Kiara and Penelope were there as well. Hana had a few dresses picked out for you to try, settling on a dark green off the shoulder dress. It had a high low bottom and accented your skin tone perfectly.

Hana’s jaw dropped when you came out of the room wearing it and her reaction made you feel fantastic. The other girls chimed in their approvals as well. Then you all took at few shots and headed for the club, which was a few blocks from Hana’s place.

You met Kiara’s brother Ezekiel, he seemed nice, quiet. He got you all in ahead of the line, which brought back a few dark memories. You shook your head, you weren’t going to allow anything to ruin this night. You entered the massive club and froze, there were so many people and the music was pounding. You could feel it buzzing through your bones.

Hana grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the first bar she could find, turns out the club had 5 bars in total, 3 dance floors and was spaced out over two levels. To say it was a huge club was an understatement. It was by far the biggest you had ever stepped foot into.

You all took shots at the bar before deciding it was time to dance. You found a booth, Olivia opting to stay at the table while you all danced. Something about her not being the ‘floozy dancing type’, and would rather watch us all make fools of ourselves, to which Hana laughed and shrugged then dragged you to the floor.

The four of you danced for a while before you realized you needed another drink. Excusing yourself you wandered over to one of the bars, it was surrounded by people and you knew it was going to be a long wait. You pushed up to the front as much as you could, but the bartender barely noticed you. Figures.

You decided to look around a bit, looking up at the second floor balconies, clearly the VIP section. A few short weeks ago, that’s the section you would have found yourself in. Miserable and alone, as no one was allowed to speak to you, especially men. And dancing was out of the question, entirely.

You started to feel like someone was watching you, granted you were in the middle of a club, but it still felt like eyes were on you. You searched around, trying to see if anyone stood out to you, more then others. Your eyes landed on a figure on the second level, leaning on the railing, staring directly at you. You could tell. You couldn’t make out his features, but he looked massive, tall, built, well dressed. Possibly blonde hair, maybe? Whoever he was he was you could feel his eyes on you. Yours locked with his and you could almost make out a smirk on his lips.

Shit. You quickly turned around, feeling slightly embarrassed but maybe more so you were just used to ignoring any attention from men, pretending they didn’t exist as your life actually depended on you not acknowledging them. He didn’t appreciate you talking to other men. Let alone them flirting with you.

After what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes you finally got the bar tenders attention, ordering a couple shots and two drinks to take with you. Knowing waiting for more drinks would fucking suck. Better to stock up while your here. You took the shots right then and there before turning around, double fisting and heading back towards the booth Olivia was guarding. Probably with her life. You pitied any fool who crossed her, she would probably knock them out then flip a damn table on them or something. You cringed. Poor sucker.

But before you could reach the table someone bumped you, fucking hard at that and sent you barrelling straight towards the floor. You let go of your drinks in an attempt to brace yourself before impact. However, before you could hit the floor two muscular arms caught you, and stood you back up. You turned around to thank whoever saved you only to come face to face with the most piercing blue eyes you had ever seen.

You stood there, awkwardly lost in the sea blue eyes staring down at you. You abruptly shook your head “Ah...Thank you” you breathed out in a whisper. Clearly forgetting just how loud the music was, like he would even have been able to hear you. Idiot.

You watched as a smirk formed on his lips, one you knew could only mean trouble. Then he leaned down and whispered “You’re welcome” in your ear. The heat of his breath on your neck sent a chill down your spine as goose bumps broke out on your skin. Then he stood back up, staring at you once again. You watched as his eyes moved down your face to look at your lips before flicking back up to meet yours again. The small action made your heart take off at a gallop, knocking the wind right out of you, instantly. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out so you snapped it shut again and instead just nodded. Unsure if your voice would even work you decided to just flee the situation entirely, you promptly moved around him to head back to the bar. As you did he turned on his heel with your movement and kept his eyes locked on yours. You took a few shaky steps back then awkwardly waved, seeing him laugh at that, before turning around and hastily retreating away. Cursing yourself under your breath for how unbelievably embarrassing that was, from start to finish. And how awkward you truly were. Fuck.

You reached the bar, and once again stood around waiting for the bar tender to notice you. Deja vu. This night was not turning out like you hoped, you were spending more time waiting on a drink then actually enjoying said drinks.

To your astonishment the bar tender looked in your direction, his eyes widened and he damn near ran over to you, but once he reached you, you realized he wasn’t actually looking at you, but instead at someone behind you. You slowly turned around to see the same blue eyes standing behind you now. Still with that damn smirk on his face.

You gulped. This was just all so damn awkward. You really should just go home. Be done with this night. With these blue eyes that made you weak in the knees. He looked down at you before stepping up beside you, and placing a hand on your lower back. You looked passed him and noticed the people next to him stepping back to give him a wide birth. Which was odd, no one had done that when you were last standing at this bar. The opposite of that actually, they all piled into you. Feeling him leaning forward you refocused on him, watching as he whispered something to the bar tender who nodded his response then quickly turned away to start making a couple drinks.

Even though you were watching this all unfold, all you could focus on was his warm hand on your back. It sent heat all through your body and your heart was, again, pounding in your chest. You closed your eyes for a second, praying he couldn’t feel the insane beating of it through his contact with you. Exhaling a deep breath you slowly opened your eyes just as the bar tender placed three drinks in front of you both. One was golden amber colour, clearly some sort of scotch or bourbon. The other two were the exact same as the two drinks you had just dropped on the floor a few moments ago. What the hell? How did he— You turned to face him and found he was already looking down at you. A blush took over your face but you ignored it and finally forced out a few words. “So, what do I owe you?” You asked as you pointed to the two drinks.

“A date” he responded smoothly.

You laughed and shook your head, thinking it was a joke. Quickly realizing it wasn’t, he wasn’t kidding, you stopped then gapped at him for a moment. Eyes wide. “Oh, you’re serious?” You exclaimed.

He leaned in again “I don’t normally joke about those sorts of things” his voice was firm, deep but also had a hint of amusement to it.

“Ah, well, I um, I” you were flustered, to say the least and you just wanted to run in the opposite direction. How this man could still be standing here, talking to you, was unfathomable. You had to be the most awkward person he had even met and the fact he just asked you on a date was fucking weird. His hand still resting on your back was not fucking helping. You stepped out of his touch in the hopes it would help you regain some control. “Ah, what I mean is, thank you for the offer but I’ll have to respectfully decline. I can pay you for the drinks though ...if you’d like.” He raised his hand and shook his head “In that case, thank you for these” you lifted up the two drinks as if he would have no idea what you were referring to. “Enjoy your night!” You turned to leave but before you could a gentle, yet firm hand gripped your forearm and urged you to turn back around.

Once you had he leaned in again, and you could swear he knew it was flustering you, and he was getting some sort of sick twisted kick out of that “One question,” you nodded. His hand still on your forearm and his face still right beside yours, the scent of his delicious cologne was all you could smell “Why have I never seen you before?”

You pulled back to look up at him and before you could stop yourself you responded ”Oh, so you know every person in this city, huh?” Raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

He smirked and nodded “You could say that”

His response made you a little more ballsy. Happy that you had managed to overcome your nerves, even just a little “Well, clearly not..” you joked. “Or you’d know who I was”

“What’s your name, love?” He abruptly asked, getting right to the point, eyes still locked on you. The pet name making your heart flutter and all of a sudden it felt like you had just swallowed a handfull of poprocks. But something in his eyea both made you weak and scared, you were not looking to jump into another relationship, not only would it be extremely dangerous for you, but also for the man in said ‘relationship’ and you refused to risk another persons life. Not this soon after running. Maybe in a few years when this whole mess dies down and you could be a little more sure of your safety, and someone else’s. No, dating was not an option and if you stood here any longer you weren’t sure you’d be able to actually walk away from him. So you opted to not give him your name and instead fucking run in the complete opposite direct from those piercing blue eyes. Would you regret that choice? Oh, most definitively. Would it be the safest choice to make at this time? Fuck yes.

You shrugged “That’s for me to know and you to think about, blue eyes” you winked then turned away and quickly, damn near a running pace, made your way through the crowd of people and back to your table. You threw yourself into the seat, and chugged one of the drinks in your hand, receiving a raised brow from Olivia. “Don’t ask” was all you said before chugging one of the drinks. You groaned and slumped down into the seat. Why did he have to be so damn attractive. Fuck.

Hana and the other girls appeared at the table a few minutes later. She sat down beside you “Where did you run off to?! I almost thought you had left?”

“Oh, you know, just making an ass of myself. No big deal” you shrugged and over exaggeratedly pouted. She laughed at you.

The rest of the night was fun, you refused to leave the booth, for fear you’d run into blue eyes again. And though you still felt eyes on you the whole night, you ignored it. Luck was on your side as you managed to make it all the way home without another run in. You stripped off your clothes and star fished into your makeshift bed. Exhausted from not only the long day but also from the awkward and intense run in with ...whoever he was.

This would be the first night in a very long time that the nightmares left you alone. Instead being replaced by a piercing set of blue eyes and a smirk you just knew would only mean trouble.

Chapter 3 HERE.

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[petri808]

Secret Sixteen

@nalu-fluff-week Nalu fluff week 9/14 & 15 Day 7 & bonus day Future & Plushies (AU)

Her mother handed her the stuffed dragon doll, chuckling as the child quickly wrapped her arms around it, giggling with bright chocolate eyes.  “Is this from you mommy?”

“No dear, someone left it for you this morning.”

“But who?”

“I have no idea, the card simply said from your friend.”  She smiles at the happy child, “I’m sure they were too embarrassed to give it to you at school or something for your birthday…”

Every year from that moment it never failed to arrive, a special plushie left on the door step of the Heartfillia residence, sometimes with a bow or in a gift bag depending on its size, chest huggable to one blue cat that sat 3 feet tall.  They were often something she loved, from stars to the latest cartoon character, pink hearts, or silly weird animals, whomever was leaving these birthday surprises knew her better than most, but she had no idea who it could be coming from.  

Lucy tried asking all of her friends assuming it had to be one of them, but no one ever gave her a clue. For the first few years she tried staying up to see who it could be but always fell asleep before the person arrived and one year she’d even gotten her best friend and neighbor Natsu to come over and wait with her to no avail.  Eventually, by the time high school had come around she had simply given up the quest and hoped that one day the person will reveal themselves on their own.

“So,” her neighbor queried on their walk home from school, “what do you think it’ll be this year?” Natsu knew of her secret admirer dolls and he loved to tease her about it.

“I have no idea,” Natsu had turned it into a guessing game over the last several years, trying to figure out what the gift could be, and while Lucy didn’t mind playing along, it was getting old.  “But I wish they’d just give it to me in person.  I mean we’re older now and if someone has a crush on me they should just say something.”

“Oh really, you think it’s that easy to just walk up to someone they like and go hi, I’m the one that’s been stalking you for 10 years, but I really like you so here’s your gift and will you be my girlfriend?”

A flush creep’s over the girl’s cheeks with blotches popping up on her chest, “W-Well when you say it like that I guess not!  And I wouldn’t call them a stalker, they’re probably just really shy or something and I think that’s cute!”  

He chuckles, “O-Okay, maybe you’re right.  You said they seem to know the things you like so, any guess at what it’ll be this year?”

“Mmm,” tapping her chin, “a giant pencil or maybe something from Pokemon, if they’ve figured out I started playing that Go game recently.”

“Sounds like good guesses.” He stops and turns on her, “Hey, wanna stop for ice cream?” holding out his arm, “my treat for your birthday.”

“Aww, Natsu,” she flutters her lashes and weaves her arm through the crook of his with a giggle, “Why I’d be delighted!”  

“Yeah okay weirdo,” laughing at her horrible fake southern accent…

With ice cream cones in hand, the two friends sit down on a bench at Magnolia park discussing the test that was coming up tomorrow.  It was the last final of the year for both of them and while Natsu was confident about the Chemistry exam, Lucy not so much.  She didn’t hate the subject, but it also wasn’t her strongest and if it hadn’t been for Natsu’s tutoring she couldn’t have maintained her B average grade.

“Just use the review notes I’ve given you to study with and you should be fine.”

“Could I borrow your confidence too?”

He squeezes her hand, “you don’t need it, you’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

“Thanks,” blushing at the big grin he was giving her.  

“But, just in case…” Natsu stands up and pulls something out of his pocket and walks around behind her, “this will be my reminder to keep your chin up.”

She attempts to twist around to see what he was doing but stops when she feels his hands placing something around her neck.  Looking down as he finishes clasping the chain, she’s stunned to see a chain attached to a stunning silver Cancer Constellation pendant.  “Natsu this is too much!  I can’t accept…”

“Don’t freak out, it’s not real diamonds, just cubic zirconia’s,” chuckling, “I’m a high school student not a millionaire but when I saw it I knew it would be just perfect for you.”

Lucy traces her fingers along, grazing over each star point, “Natsu it’s so beautiful,” her eyes growing moist.  She pops up off the bench and throws her arms around him in a hug, “Thank you!” kissing him on the cheek, “I absolutely love it!”

“You’re welcome, Happy early birthday…”

~~xx~~

That night after dinner, a quick shower, and with her gathered ‘energy boosters’of Powerbars and coffee, Lucy cracks open her Chemistry book ready to pull an all-nighter if need be.  Natsu’s review notes were great, pointing out all the major highlights of each chapter and it would be her starting point for sure, but the young blonde wasn’t taking any chances.  She planned to utilize all the chapter quizzes as well to practice the formulas since that was her weakest point.

‘Exothermic is the process of releasing energy… in a high temperature reaction between a fuel source and oxygen…. In a fire the combustion is what produces a flame…. Multiple combustion processes produce heat…’ Exhale, ‘smoke is the gaseous byproduct…’  Lucy rubs her eyes and in the light of her lamp, checks the time, ‘great 2am already.’  

She stands up to stretch, arms, back, and legs, grabbing her last energy bar to munch on before walking over to sit on her window bench.  Lucy loved this feature of her room, especially on rainy days when she could simply relax with a book amongst her collection of plushies.  To keep the fabric of the dolls from fading, the curtain was kept closed to block out the light and stayed closed most of the time. But it was dark out, so she cracks it open a couple of inches, just enough to gaze at the stars while she ate her snack.

Movement out of the corner of her eye in the shadows, the street lamps were pretty bright but when Lucy looks closer, there was a person creeping along the path towards her porch! ‘My secret admirer!!’ She dashes out of her room, down the stairs, and sprints to the front door.  It didn’t matter if she was in her pajama’s or that her hair was slightly skewed because she was determined to catch him or her ‘finally!’

“Gotcha!” Lucy proclaims as she swings the front door wide open.  “Oh, my…” but when faced with her admirer, shock quickly morphs into a giggling fit. “I should’a guessed it was gonna be you Natsu!”

With the gift bag still in one hand, he cups the back of his neck in a nervous manner, “Damn, ya finally busted me,” a goofy grin plastered wide on his face.  “Happy Birthday Lucy,” he holds out her present.

But before she accepts his gift, Lucy steps out, closes the door behind her and drags him over to the porch swing.  “I’m curious about why’d you keep doing this in secret?”

“Well when we were 7, I was too shy to give it to you in person, and even though we’ve become close friends, it was kind of fun to see you get all excited of your secret admirer and the gifts so…” shrugging, “I kept it up.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Eventually,” a slight blush stealing away on his cheeks.  He hands her the bag again, “here, at least I get to see your reaction this time.”

Lucy accepts the bag and pulls out her newest addition.  “A Charizard!” she hugs the dragon to her chest, giggling “looky at the cute flame on its tail!”

“Told ya it was good guesses today.”

“Do you know what else makes this dragon so special?”  Lucy places the stuffed doll back in its bag and scoots closer to her best friend.  

Gulp, “No…”

She reaches out, caressing his cheek, and feeling the rising warmth of the skin, “the first plushie you gave me was a dragon, so how ironic that when I finally discover your identity, it’s another dragon too.”

“T-that is ironic…”

“Shall I save you the next hard question?”

“Huh?”

The blonde giggles, retracting her hand, sitting up straight, and changes the tone of voice to a deeper Natsu voice impersonation, “hi, I’m the one who’s been stalking you for 10 years, here’s your gift so will you be my girlfriend?”  Now switching to grabbing the doll back out of the bag, holding it to her chest and giggling in an overly dramatic high voice, “Thank you, I love the gift!  And I’d love to be your girlfriend!”

“Alright, alright weirdo,” trying to sound irritated, though the smile was giving away his true feelings. “But, who said I was gonna ask you that?”

“Gasp!” Lucy fakes the sounds of sniffling and pretends to cry, even burying her face in the doll’s body, “I’ve waited 10 years for my Prince to finally reveal himself to me and when I finally get my wish you want to break my heart now, after all this time…”

“Oh, shut up,” he pulls her into his lap, “my drama queen.”

She peeks out from her doll, “Your drama queen?”

Plucking the doll away, “Yes mine, ” Natsu tilts her face up, brushing against her lips, “you were always mine, you just hadn’t known it yet.”

[what-even-is-thiss]

Creative Essay on: the voice of Thomas Sanders.

This creative non fiction essay was inspired by this post by @ironwoman359 and the ask was by @peachie-keeen so maybe I’ll tag them too. Nervously. I dunno if this will do as good of a job describing anything as that post did, but I’ll sure try.

I’ve had a lot of thoughts about the voice of @thatsthat24 for over a year and a half now. So, here are some of them. And I guess I’m getting some creative non fiction practice in at the same time so that’s cool. Essay under the cut.

I should probably point out before we start that I haven’t been trained with the vocabulary to describe voices. This is just a creative interpretation with the limited knowledge that I have. It’s not too terribly long so I’m not gonna put  word count.

A voice. A noise. Has kind of a... yellow quality to it? Maybe like honey. Not the taste of honey. Like the color. A dark rich yellow. But it can change color so rapidly, right?

His voice in particular I mean. That guy from Vine and YouTube. The Floridian one. Wait. There are more than... Thomas Sanders. Thomas Sanders is what I’m talking about. Him specifically,

Well probably not everybody associates feelings with colors. I do. And the feeling, the general vibe I get from listening to his voice is the color of honey. So how Do I explain this some other way?

It’s bright, to use a different visual metaphor, but it can go dark in a second. It moves from high to low naturally even faster, but the singing bit is almost always low. Except for the falsetto. That is a rare thing to hear but when you do hear it then it reminds you of a boy’s choir with how high it is, but it’s lost that purity that disappears with puberty. But it does sound like it would be more at home in a church choir than a disco number if that makes sense. But that’s just the falsetto. And I’ve only heard that once.

What about the normal singing voice? Well that’s got a variety too. It’s low though. It’s low. Not extremely low. It’s a... baritone? Baritone. That’s the word. But sometimes it’s just a little higher? It seems to be made to be just slightly old fashioned but in the newest way. Like it’s perfectly made to sing Nat King Cole and Frank Sinatra and keep up with the best of the crooners and yet also be a golden era Disney Prince but at the same time not. There’s something unmistakably modern about it. Maybe it was made for the theater. Not really for pop. It’s not very poppy. Not quite pop-ish. But it’s definitely with the times. Right at home here in this early 21st century situation we’re in right now. But elegant. Like a voice that makes even the most ridiculous things seem classy. Never pretentious. Always approachable. Usually smooth. Not a whole lot of vocal pyrotechnics to be found, but impressive just the same.

Oh, and he riffs a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

Now the speaking voice is more complicated. That can go all over the place. Can change color in an instant. Jumping from its normal honey yellow to black to green to bright yellow to bright blue and back again. Now how to explain that in normal terms...

Let’s start with the laugh. The thing that seems to come too easily for him and punctuates every few sentences. The normal one is bright and goofy. Not like the character Goofy. It’s unique to Mr. Thomas Sanders. It’s silly and genuinely full of joy. You can hear the “HA HA HA HA” as he laughs. It’s quick, but you can hear it. But other times it’s a giggle. Like he’s giddy about everything all the time. Like he’s restraining himself from bouncing up and down and covering his smile with his hands. And then his laugh is evil. Jumping down in tone, coming from the base of his throat, carrying the sound of an evil smile with it. And it is delightful and delicious and is nothing like the joyful belly laugh you’re used to, but somehow you’re not surprised that it came from Thomas.

The normal speaking voice? It’s... higher than the singing voice but not by much. It’s expressive even when it’s quiet. Like it was made for the stage. It’s a voice that’s always playing for the back row whether it wants to be or not. It’s bright enough that you feel if you look at it long enough you might get burned, but you never do. Instead of hurting you find it stays warm and approachable. Almost like a cartoon, but too real for that. Except when it’s not. It’s a voice that would be good with kids but could get genuine enough for adults. It sounds sincere and then it’s ridiculous. It’s happy but then it’s confused. Like it’s surprised to be there, but happy to be there just the same.

But then Thomas’ speaking voice morphs like the shapeshifter that it is. It goes higher with a horribly fake but endearing British accent. It’s much more juvenile when it’s like that. Innocent and strange. Then he goes from being like a cartoon character to actually being a cartoon character. He tightens his throat and speaks from the top back of his mouth to become the Family Guy character Stewie Griffin and from his tone you would believe he’s that evil British sounding baby, set on killing people and hating sprinkles. Then he’s Stitch, squeaky and hard to understand. A blue alien landed in Hawaii. And you believe it, even as it’s his human face there.

Then there’s his own characters. Some of which fall into the more villainous tone. A deeper tone. Sometimes he’s a bad boy, like when he played Jason Dean and sung about freezing his brain. There he’s comfortable and planning something. So sure that he’s right and dangerous and smooth. Or maybe he’s that anxiety character. The literal embodiment of fear. Then there’s always something on guard about him and you can just hear his voice straining to go that low. He’s sarcastic and mean but protective and careful. There’s a primal sneer hiding deep in the background behind that makeup coated facade even as the voice goes gentle. Then he’s the embodiment of deception with all the smooth talking charms of a Victorian devil. Moving smoothly and capturing that movement in his voice. So deliciously evil you can’t help but love to hate him. Or maybe the deep tone isn’t villainous or threatening at all. Maybe it’s loud and serious. A trailer voice. In a world where he would announce what is coming next.

Go a little higher and what do we find? A monotone with expression. Just the right amount of interesting for being a teacher, which is exactly what he becomes. An educator with all the verbal movement necessary to keep someone engaged for a lecture. Not so loud you tune him out, but not so monotone you lose interest. All the brightness and darkness gone, it’s just interesting. A voice that is simply interesting. Nothing more and nothing less, which is what it aims to be. Without brightness, even as it rises in frustration.

A little higher and louder and what do we find? He’s filled his chest with sound and projected it out to the world. Each word has an extra curve and embellishment, like he stepped straight out of a fairy tale and someone splashed his words with dust made of diamonds. Yes, he is a prince. Directly out of your daydreams. The words themselves sweep you off your feet and take you on a royal adventure. More cartoonish than ever. More regal than ever. Taste the pretentiousness he’s spewing into the air. It’s surprisingly beautiful as it swirls about in a flurry of white and pink and gold and you laugh at just how well he does it and hear his singing voice gain a layer of magic reserved only for royalty.

Go higher than his normal range and the brightness is back with a vengeance. It’s like how I imagine the sky on a clear day would sound. Thomas’ voice becomes so overcome with joy you imagine it will take on a life of it’s own and go bouncing away. He is supportive, but tied to the earth with a thread that could snap any minute. He sounds like he’s constantly holding back a squeal of delight as he talks from the top of his mouth. He still gives off an authority though even as the voice bounces off of the word ‘kiddo’ like a trampoline. He turns on the dad voice and sounds serious but loving even as the voice holds a juvenile quality to it. It’s the verbal equivalent of watching a set of colorful balloons tied to a playground be buffeted by a sudden wind.

I’m certain too, that there are a million other places Thomas Sanders’ voice could take us that it hasn’t yet. How do you describe it? It’s a shapeshifter and a traveler, moving from the depths of his chest up through the mouth all the way to the tip of his nose. It’s an instrument the man has mastered and it shows.

[pinkykitten]

Meant To Be

Overwatch

Jesse McCree x female! reader

Warning: none

Specifics: song fic, a lot and I mean a lot of fluff, lil comedy, race neutral

People: Jesse McCree, you, other drivers (mentioned)

Words: 1,677

Summary: Based of the song “Meant To Be” - Bebe Rexha (feat. Florida Georgia Line) you and Jesse take a road trip since all the work you have done, its time to relax. You and him start having fun, being goofy while he is driving to the destination.

Authors Note: i loved writing this because i love this song and have listened to this so many times. and if you are all wondering if mccree sings he does just look up matthew mercer singing...you’re welcome. a lot of fluff coming your way and if you didn’t know mcrree is my favorite character in overwatch he is like my husband. and i added in here you like lemonade if you don’t thats fine cause to be honest i hate lemonade but i thought since mccree is country why not. hope y’all enjoy my pals, this here is gonna be a wild ride! (im srry i was trying to sound like mccree)

The summer air entering through your nostrils. The heat baking everything in sight. 

You stuck your arm out of the red trucks window, and allow your hand to be taken by the breeze. You smiled feeling very relaxed at this moment. Since you worked as an agent in overwatch you barely had any recreational activities. So Jesse thought of the idea of heading on a little road trip. At first you hesitated because you had work, there would be no time for fun. Jesse was persistent though. He understood where you were coming from so he, being the sly cowboy, left a note at the overwatch headquarters explaining why him and you were not available. 

You turned your body away from the opened window and faced Jesse. Jesse was driving with a tooth pick in his mouth, his window opened also. His cowboy hat on his silky dark hair, he was wearing a flannel with the sleeves rolled up and the few top buttons opened so his chest hair was sticking out a bit. He was focused on driving to the destination he didn’t notice you staring. You stared in awe at his face. The way the sun was placed in the sky led the light to Jesse’s side and made his eyes look hazel if not like gold.

You gulped not wanting him to find out you have been staring this whole time. That would make you look like a creep. 

“Hey baby,” Jesse began. “can you get me a ice tea from the cooler please?”

You answered with a sure as you unbuckled your seat belt (everyone please remember to buckle your seat belts don’t do this, stay safe!) and leaned over your seat. Unfortunately you forgot a specific body part was going to be in a specific country boy’s face. 

“Good lord jesus sugar,” Jesse growled as he tried to put his attention on the road but your butt was right by his face. His eyes glimpsed from the road to your bottom, back and forth. 

“What’s good lord jesus,” you mimicked with the country accent.

Jesse’s eyes went wide. His mama always taught him to be a gentleman when it came to ladies. I mean but we all know he’s a flirt’. But he didn’t want you to think of yourself as a one night stand or a partner that was temporary. He wanted you lifelong, forever. He didn’t want to come off as a weirdo checking out your butt. 

“Oh nothin sweetheart,” Jesse waved it off, waiting for his cold sweet tea. 

You moved all the freezing drinks around to get to the ice tea in the cooler.

“Of course his dang drink had to be at the bottom,” you huffed. 

You leaned more over the passengers chair, but your feet were no longer in contact with the seat so you almost went toppling forward, shrieking in the process. But thanks to your yelp it alerted Jesse and he caught you. 

“Thanks babe,” you laughed.

You came back with his drink and yours. (I chose lemonade but you don’t have to) You opened the cold lemonade and drank almost all of it. Your throat feeling refreshed and satisfied. You moaned in delight at the taste. As you turned your head to see if Jesse was drinking his you noticed he was staring at you this time! You turned your head at him and he moved to look at his drink. 

“Hey pumpkin do ya think ya can help me out here.”

You already knew the drill, having that Jesse brought sweet tea with him all the time. You grabbed the bottle and opened it up for him. Jesse put his head towards you and you put the bottle to his lip. This was so he could keep driving. You have told him numerous of times that just because he took his hand off the wheel for five minutes doesn’t mean they were going to have a car crash. But he always answers with the same line, “Don’t want my baby hurt now, ya hear me?”

You reminisced that moment in your head and you let out a chuckle. 

“Jesse McCree what am I going to do with you,” you nod your head from side to side. 

“You could kiss me sunshine,” Jesse beamed. 

You crawled up to Jesse’s torso and gave his cheek a peck. Then you whispered in his ear a “I love you my boo bear.” Jesse had toothy grin that went from ear to ear.  

“I love you more,” Jesse whispered back. 

As you sat back down to your usual posture, Jesse turned on the radio. 

“Why don’ we put some music on,” Jesse suggested as he put a disc in. You were wondering what the song was going to be. 

As the music instrumental part played you smiled knowing this was yours and Jesse’s song. 

“Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my dash,” Jesse sang with the song as you did what the song said and put your feet on the dash of the car.  “No need to go​ nowhere fast, let's enjoy right here where we at 

Who knows where this road is supposed to lead we got nothing but time 

As long as you're right here next to me,” as he sang this part he pointed to you sitting next to him. “Everything's gonna be alright” 

“If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be,” Jesse grabbed your hand and put it to his heart as if singing to you. You danced in your seat loving this man so much.  “If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be 

Baby, if it's meant to be,” he sang to you while swerving the car a little to make you laugh more. 

You arched your eyebrow as you sat up more, your feet curling bellow you, so your seated on them. This was your time to sing, “I don't mean to be so uptight, but my heart's been hurt a couple times,” as you sang those first lines Jesse was now not paying any attention to the road, just a few glances but his attention was on you and your voice. Your voice was a mix of cute and sexy, like how was that possible! He stared at you as if you were a queen, a goddess. You danced, taking your hand out of his and making a heart with your hands and breaking it apart.  “By a couple guys that didn't treat me right I ain't gon' lie, ain't gonna lie,” you put your hand up to Jesse’s face and turned your attention to the window, pretending to be irate at him.  “'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of Boy, make me believe,” you came back to Jesse, face mere inches apart from his and rubbed his facial hair under his chin, trying to make the most lustful face. “But hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful? And it's easy to see,” you were leaning on the arm rest console, your eyes dreamily looking at Jesse. He sings about you being beautiful and then kisses your forehead. 

“If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be,” you both sang together in harmony while you are holding his hand. You and him dance to the music while singing. 

“So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me See where this thing goes So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me Baby, if it's meant to be,” Jesse stopped at a red light and you stopped singing. He saw that you were shy to sing in front of others so he made himself goofy in front of the other drivers. Making a funny face and dance. You giggle uncontrollably at your silly boyfriend.  

“Maybe we do,” he sang far away from you.  “Maybe we don't,” you sang back inching closer to Jesse. “Maybe we will,” he crept closer to you so that you were only a hair apart.  “Maybe we won't,” you both sang in unison with the radio. 

“But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be,” you sang with his voice while he and you clapped. “sing it baby,” Jesse yells after you both sing that last part. You then take Jesse’s hat and shake your hips while holding Jesse’s hand. His face looking at you in awe. “If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be (c'mon) Baby, just let it be (let's go) So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be,” your voices lacing together nicely, while you shake your body. 

“If it's meant to be,” Jesse sings closer to you while kissing your hand in his big palm. 

“it'll be,” you sing softly back kissing his hand. 

“it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be,” you both finish in unison. 

As Jesse pauses at a red light, he stares into your eyes lovingly. Those hazel or golden orbs when touched with the sun, studying your face of beauty. Of greatness, of just a pure angel seated before him. 

“I am so much in love with you, baby,” Jesse whispers to you while still clutching your palm to his heart. 

“I love you more,” you whispered back while giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. 

[lookingforthemagic]

Orange Juice - You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever (1982)

I heard the Postcard Records version of “Falling and Laughing” five or so years ago and immediately took to the undercover spy chords that build and eventually collapse pleasantly, reflecting bandleader Edwyn Collins’ emotions, in his cleverly written breakup song from 1980. The song moves from tense to groovy over and over again. Collins’ follows the band with his desperate wallow, sounding like a vampire with a sinus infection. 

“Falling and Laughing” was recorded again and starts the debut You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever, released two years later by Polydor. This time around, the tracks are void of any rough patches, completely polished, and you can hear every lick of the impressive, Felt-like guitar work. I only recently realized just how much indie artists today owe to Felt, Johnny Marr and now Edwyn Collins and James Kirk (who left OJ following this album). Around 2:30 comes possibly the most pleasant little guitar break on the album- I have listened to it more than a few times and can’t tell if it is the work of one or two guitarists but I’m leaning towards two.

The Smiths are an obvious comparison to draw when discussing Orange Juice, but aside from the dramatic vocalists and dizzying guitarists, I only found one instance where anything deeper jumped out at me. With “Upwards and Onwards″ Collins repeats “upwards and onwards,” over and over towards the song’s end, as he repeats “falling and laughing” at the end of the album opener, this repetition being a hypnotic trick employed regularly in many Smiths songs. OJ’s “Wan Light” has a Smith’s vibe but contains a part I think Morrissey and Marr would have found too silly for one of their tracks: there are multiple times in “Wan Light” when the music is interrupted by the exact horn break from Van Morrison’s “Domino” as some kind of strange homage. I think the song’s moments of adulation work but I am also a huge fan of Van Morrison's music.

For a band with such strange lead vocals, Orange Juice’s debut is rooted deeply in the styles of many classic artists that preceded them. You can notice this most on “L.O.V.E. Love”, “Consolation Prize” and “Upwards and Onwards”. Orange Juice sound as if they have the talent to be a very versatile, 4+ hour long set-style cover band- this in contrast to Collins’ voice, which at times sounds like its been fed through a circus mirror. There are a couple occasions where James Kirk takes over vocal duties, but Collins’ does the majority of the vocal work on YCHYLF. The guitars on this album weave wonderfully in and out of each other, the bass endlessly roaming around- whoever took the mic for Orange Juice would have to have felt proud and confident to be backed by this lineup. 

Being completely honest, there are many times on YCHYLF when I have no idea what Edwyn Collins is singing because of his Scottish accent, paired with his strange delivery. When I was able to hear what was being sang, I was very appreciative. In the brief “Untitled Melody” you hear

"I bought you some sun specs from the local hipster store- 

I need you more or less, 

you need me more and more"

On second listen i realized how great this simple song is. Collins’ is in a confusing relationship so he wrote a short, untitled song to help him sort through things a bit. The lyrics eventually flip flop and come to him from his partner’s perspective, solidifying how confusing the partnership has become. The vocals are housed by a mellow, Velvet Underground-sounding framework resulting in such a pleasant, melancholy song that after listening to it three times in succession, I sent two people a link to it.

Not long after “Untitled Melody” we are given “Tender Object” where Orange Juice trick the listener by starting the song in a beachy, convertible-ride-soundtrack fashion before jumping into a jerky, goofy jig. All I could think is how I wanted to hear where the fake-out intro would have gone. As much as I dislike the rushed panic of the song I noticed again how smart the chord changes and general instrumentation is. At times, “Tender Object” has a perfect, layered structure that you can hear when you listen to certain Strokes songs. 

I thoroughly enjoy most of OJ’s debut, though if I hadn’t given the album more than one listen I may have cast it aside due to the over the top production. There are tons of cheeseball horns and David Bowie Young Americans-era backup vocals that can really dampen some of the otherwise flawless performances. But the writing is too good for the production to ruin the work. With the beautiful “In a Nutshell” Bowie’s backup singers meet the Velvet Underground for a backyard gathering on a slightly overcast day. On “Consolation Prize” Collins’ makes reference to the fringe worn by Roger McGuinn, an obvious influence when you realize how the songs on this album mirror the Byrds intelligent, layered, chiming pop songs. “Satellite City” has ridiculously cool guitar runs and the lively horns actually work for a second. (This fan-made video is also pretty nuts) 

YCHYLF is a great debut album with a few songs I could have done without: “Felicity” gave me a bad-Elvis Costello-song taste in my mouth. The Al Green cover “L.O.V.E. Love” didn’t do it for me but I would still recommend YCHYLF and think it is a very smart, enjoyable debut. But if the production is just too much, listen to the early versions of the songs on The Glasgow School collection. 

Rating: 7/10

[joshcroteau]

Orange Juice - You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever (1982)

I heard the Postcard Records version of “Falling and Laughing” five or so years ago and immediately took to the undercover spy chords that build and eventually collapse pleasantly, reflecting bandleader Edwyn Collins’ emotions, in his cleverly written breakup song from 1980. The song moves from tense to groovy over and over again. Collins’ follows the band with his desperate wallow, sounding like a vampire with a sinus infection.

“Falling and Laughing” was recorded again and starts the debut You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever, released two years later by Polydor. This time around, the tracks are void of any rough patches, completely polished, and you can hear every lick of the impressive, Felt-like guitar work. I only recently realized just how much indie artists today owe to Felt, Johnny Marr and now Edwyn Collins and James Kirk (who left OJ following this album). Around 2:30 comes possibly the most pleasant little guitar break on the album- I have listened to it more than a few times and can’t tell if it is the work of one or two guitarists but I’m leaning towards two.

The Smiths are an obvious comparison to draw when discussing Orange Juice, but aside from the dramatic vocalists and dizzying guitarists, I only found one instance where anything deeper jumped out at me. With “Upwards and Onwards″ Collins repeats “upwards and onwards,” over and over towards the song’s end, as he repeats “falling and laughing” at the end of the album opener, this repetition being a hypnotic trick employed regularly in many Smiths songs. OJ’s “Wan Light” has a Smith’s vibe but contains a part I think Morrissey and Marr would have found too silly for one of their tracks: there are multiple times in “Wan Light” when the music is interrupted by the exact horn break from Van Morrison’s “Domino” as some kind of strange homage. I think the song’s moments of adulation work but I am also a huge fan of Van Morrison’s music.

For a band with such strange lead vocals, Orange Juice’s debut is rooted deeply in the styles of many classic artists that preceded them. You can notice this most on “L.O.V.E. Love”, “Consolation Prize” and “Upwards and Onwards”. Orange Juice sound as if they have the talent to be a very versatile, 4+ hour long set-style cover band- this in contrast to Collins’ voice, which at times sounds like its been fed through a circus mirror. There are a couple occasions where James Kirk takes over vocal duties, but Collins’ does the majority of the vocal work on YCHYLF. The guitars on this album weave wonderfully in and out of each other, the bass endlessly roaming around- whoever took the mic for Orange Juice would have to have felt proud and confident to be backed by this lineup.

Being completely honest, there are many times on YCHYLF when I have no idea what Edwyn Collins is singing because of his Scottish accent, paired with his strange delivery. When I was able to hear what was being sang, I was very appreciative. In the brief “Untitled Melody” you hear

“I bought you some sun specs from the local hipster store-

I need you more or less,

you need me more and more”

On second listen i realized how great this simple song is. Collins’ is in a confusing relationship so he wrote a short, untitled song to help him sort through things a bit. The lyrics eventually flip flop and come to him from his partner’s perspective, solidifying how confusing the partnership has become. The vocals are housed by a mellow, Velvet Underground-sounding framework resulting in such a pleasant, melancholy song that after listening to it three times in succession, I sent two people a link to it.

Not long after “Untitled Melody” we are given “Tender Object” where Orange Juice trick the listener by starting the song in a beachy, convertible-ride-soundtrack fashion before jumping into a jerky, goofy jig. All I could think is how I wanted to hear where the fake-out intro would have gone. As much as I dislike the rushed panic of the song I noticed again how smart the chord changes and general instrumentation is. At times, “Tender Object” has a perfect, layered structure that you can hear when you listen to certain Strokes songs.

I thoroughly enjoy most of OJ’s debut, though if I hadn’t given the album more than one listen I may have cast it aside due to the over the top production. There are tons of cheeseball horns and David Bowie Young Americans-era backup vocals that can really dampen some of the otherwise flawless performances. But the writing is too good for the production to ruin the work. With the beautiful “In a Nutshell” Bowie’s backup singers meet the Velvet Underground for a backyard gathering on a slightly overcast day. On “Consolation Prize” Collins’ makes reference to the fringe worn by Roger McGuinn, an obvious influence when you realize how the songs on this album mirror the Byrds intelligent, layered, chiming pop songs. “Satellite City” has ridiculously cool guitar runs and the lively horns actually work for a second. (This fan-made video is also pretty nuts)

YCHYLF is a great debut album with a few songs I could have done without: “Felicity” gave me a bad-Elvis Costello-song taste in my mouth. The Al Green cover “L.O.V.E. Love” didn’t do it for me but I would still recommend YCHYLF and think it is a very smart, enjoyable debut. But if the production is just too much, listen to the early versions of the songs on The Glasgow School collection.

Rating: 7/10

Listen: You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever - Orange Juice