#(( MUSINGS: NAZZ ))

[soaringlikeashootingstar]

@cupheadboi from X

"Awesome analogy, dude!"

She did enjoy berries, though raspberries were her favorite. While at first, she was put off by him due to the whole fireworks incidence, he was showing himself to be much more lighthearted and friendly than he did anything else. For now. Nazz could really get along with people like that.

"You live in a giant teapot? Rad!"

"Whoa, dude. That was someone else's yard. Although..."

It was pretty awesome the way he just fixed her yard in the blink of an eye. This was like something Ed would do, he was a pretty silly guy. Not to mention, she knew her neighbors didn't take care of their lawn to even near the same extent that Nazz did her own family's yard... it wouldn't be too bad right?

"I should probably thank you. I've never met a talking cup before, but it's totally cool! I'll definitely drop by next chance I get! Do you play any sports?"

[jazzwithnazz]

@cupheadboi continued from X!

"Sorta, but dude, you totally wrecked the yard."

She couldn't deny. It was pretty rad. She loved summer, and she loved fireworks. But there was a time and a place for everything, and now she was going to have to work on the lawn tomorrow morning. While hardly a girly girl, Nazz did enjoy when things looked nice. She kept her hair properly brushed, she did her own laundry.

Curious, she leans to the side.

"I see that there behind your back. Dude, if you're gonna do fireworks, you do them in the sky. You don't let them burn grass, that's a fire hazard. Totally not cool."

[soaringlikeashootingstar]

"Can't argue with that."

She wasn't going to deflate his ego, regardless of how she felt about his whole scamming situation. All that really mattered, was that they were friends. Friends that were getting closer by the moment, they related on so much. Unless there was a really good reason, the next time Kevin made any flack, she'd stand up for Eddy in a heartbeat.

Then a certain familiar tune begins to play on her boombox.

"Dude! This is like, my jam! Come on, dance with me!"

Thank goodness their nails were dry, cause she was taking his hand, off the bed, and into the middle of the room. She was a great dancer, when it came to the songs she really liked. And it wouldn't be a real party if you didn't sing along, would it?

🎵 Some boys kiss me Some boys hug me I think they're okay If they don't give me proper credit I just walk away-yay They can beg and they can plead But they can't see the light (That's right!) Because the the boy with the cold hard cash Is always Mr. Righ-ight 🎵

She'd memorized the dance to this song down to the last letter. 80's was her thing.

🎵 'Cause we are living in a material world And I am a material girl You know That we are living In a material world And I am a material girl! 🎵

★     ┈     ❛     No    foolin'.    My    hands    never    looked    better    !   ❜ He    praises    ,    leaning    back    onto    comfy    cushions    ; fingers    drumming    to    the    beat    of    whatever    song that    was    currently    playing.         Turns    out    ...    Nazz    is    really    fun    to    hangout    with. They    just    click.    He    feels    relaxed    around    her    ── like    he    doesn't    have    to    put    on    a    mask. It's    kinda    cathartic. ★     ┈     ❛     Sometimes    ?    ❜     Fake    offense    crosses    his    features    ;    grinning    all    the    while. ★     ┈     ❛     Honey    ,    I'm    cool    all    the    time.    ❜    

[cupheadboi]

"Did one of your fireworks explode in my yard?!" [from jazzwithnazz, muse being Nazz of course <3 ]

" That DEPENDS, did ya like what ya saw?! "

Cuphead giggled with flashing, enthusiastic eyes towards his neighbor, having never seen her before, but was intrigued. He bounced on his heels.

" It ain't a July 4th Celebration without fireworks, after all! " he dished out the excuse, though even as the boy-cup spoke the words, his yellow gloved hands shifted, and upon closer inspection he had another firework clutched behind his back!

The day of the year was just another reason to light stuff on fire.

[bates--boy]

“Thanks again, Nazz, for the record.” The mere mention of a gift should not have Peter going shy like an elementary school boy getting a Valentine’s card from his crush. Yet there he was, trying to fight his smile, wishing he didn’t feel the tip of his ears heating up as he looked around the restaurant that Naseem took him to to find a distraction. 

         Peter was so glad he had thought to ask Naseem which Vietnamese place the date was taking place, because when Naseem had first suggested it, Peter had thought it would be some drunk uni kids’ waterhole-in-the-wall for people who needed a big bowl for pocket change. Not that he thought that Naseem was cheap (Naseem had disproven that idea plenty of times) but because Naseem was so chill. Peter had imagined that Naseem was the down-to-earth type who would take his romantic interests to a homey little shanty, a place where the food is cheap but made with attention and genuine ingredients, a place where Nazz was cool with the staff and knows that one of the cooks has a wife ready to pop with twins and half-jokes with him about bringing a gift to the baby shower.

         Peter would have been sorely underdressed for the outing if he had followed his previous assumptions.

        The restaurant, part of a luxury hotel, was nothing below four stars. Window and exposed brick walls, imported artworks, a fountain in the middle of the floor that sprays water all the way to the second level of the atrium. Paper lanterns on each table casting a romantic glow and adding a breathtaking intimacy to the experience. Peter hadn’t even known that such a place existed in Karlstad! 

        "Thank you for being my Muse," Naseem said, picking up his glass and raising it to Peter.

        Just like with the note, Peter wanted to play it off dismissively, a snort and an eye roll. However, Naseem started tracing his finger in a circle on the back of Peter's hand, slowly and with a feathery touch, and just like with the note, Peter wanted to lean across the table and kiss Naseem, because god damn it, Naseem was cheesy and Peter could eat it up without a care in the world. "Ha, well, it's what I do..."

        "And how you do it effortlessly," Naseem said before taking a sip. "Did you like it?"

        Peter smiled, looking away and shrugging. "I mean, the songs were a little mushy..." So mushy, in fact, that Peter had played both sides again and again until Jack snuck up on him and bit his ankle to make him stop. "...But I still like it."

        "Glad to hear." Naseem slid his fingers under Peter's hand, nudging it up to press their palms together. He locked all of their fingers together and ran his thumb along Peter's with the same feathery delicacy. "Honestly, it was good to have written all of that out, otherwise I would've been too distracted to get anymore songs out. My head's been filled with nothing but you, lately."

        Oh, god. Oh, god, oh, god, Naseem knew how to butter him up. Too many times since they first met up for this date, Peter found that he was casting his eyes away or hanging his head, wondering where did the coquettish act end and when the genuinely swooning shyness began. Even now, Peter couldn't bring himself to look into Naseem's eyes, embarrassed at how wide and pink his smile was, so he concentrated on their hands. Doing so made him hypersensitive to the contact, though, which defeated the purpose of looking away so he wouldn't be so consumed by Naseem. Think. Think. Breathe. Think think breathe think.

        "Ah..." Peter licked his lips and counted to five to steady his heart. "That seems fair. Considering you fill my head so much that I could barely think straight."

        "Really?" Naseem shifted in his seat.

        And Peter's heart skipped as he felt Naseem's leg slide between his own. He half-expected Naseem to ease his leg in further, his knee sliding higher up the inside of Peter's thigh until it nudged against that sweet spot -- he didn't know how he'd react if Naseem did, but he hadn't need to find out. Instead, it felt like tangling legs with someone while cuddled in bed, shielding against the brisk winter weather. It was innocent, cozy. It was all just Peter's head. Peter's head was filthy and he needed to dunk himself right into that water fountain to baptize himself and get right with God again.

        He went on, "Yeah, really. The struggle to not be go crazy and be undone by the mere thought of you is indescribable." He looked up at his date through the curtain of eyelashes, letting his teeth nibble his bottom lip. "It's.. it's starting to physically hurt, and I... don't know how much more I can take, Nazz."

        Surprisingly, Peter felt a hint of relief after saying that, instead of the expected further embarrassment. It was like releasing a valve little by little, letting heat leak from his head. Maybe this was the way to loosen that tight coil in him until he was ready, this flirtatious tit for tat. A thrill of tiny victory filled Peter as Naseem swallowed, cleared his throat, and had to take a drink.

        "Well, let's see how this night goes, then..."

        Peter picked up his drink, too, a tiny glass of sugarcane juice that he specifically asked their server to make sure was nonalcoholic. "Yeah, let's see...

        After their server came to take their orders, Naseem's mi vit tiem and Peter's bán xèo with a large bowl of vegetarian pho to share, and having their drinks refilled, Peter smiled gently as he watched the candlelight bathed Naseem's face in warm honey gold. He would be content with the date being just this, just him gazing at Naseem and counting all the aspects that made Nazz a breathing work of art. The browns in Naseem's dreamy hazel eyes turning into flecks of gold, the clean-shaven smoothness of Naseem's sun-kissed brown skin, the enviably broad shoulders, the perfume of eucalyptus aftershave and castor lavender hair oil. His warmth, his genuine, down to the core warmth that Peter wanted to drink in until the world around them felt safe and right. But a date had to be more than stargazing, right?

        "So," Peter said, so unbelievably glad that his voice came out strong and steady, "how are things with the Dramaten?"

        "Still in limbo," Naseem said. "They still have me come in for rehearsal from time to time, as you already know, but I'm pretty much on-call until the lead has to drop out. Which I don't see happening anytime soon."

        "Huh. Well, who's to say that an unfortunate accident won't occur? And that this man won't have a leg or two broken?"

        Naseem raised an eyebrow at this silly man, this silly pretty man who lifted his glass to his goofy grin and wiggled his eyebrows as he took a drink. He then laughed, and Peter blinked and frowned in confusion until he laughed along because, oh, right, that was supposed to be a joke.

        Naseem shook his head. "We'll save that as plan C, maybe. Until then, I am perfectly content with the music. Speaking of: are you excited to be going back on stage?"

        "I am... Yeah, I really am!" Peter, regretting having put good hair in a bun, reached behind his head to rub his neck. "I am, really, but I'm also still super nervous. It's been so long and I don't know if I'll have the same stage presence. I'm trying to think about it like riding a bike: I just get back on and the rest comes naturally."

        "That's actually a really good way to think about it!" Naseem said. "Although with you, it would come naturally no matter what. You're larger than life and charming, and constantly grabbing people's attention probably without even realizing it."

        "Uuugh, see, Nazz, there you go again with the buttering me up!" Peter turned his head away and pressed his fingers to his forehead.

        "I'm not buttering you up," Naseem protested. "I'm just calling it like I see it."

        "Naseem, I'm warning you," Peter said lowly, "if you don't stop, I won't be able to stop myself from kissing you."

        "Oh! Well, in that case..." Naseem folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. "Let me also say that you're a hard worker and you have a really creative way of hustling. You're so sweet and fun to be with and even before I had a crush on you, I always looked forward to hanging out with you."

        Oh, oh! So Naseem wanted to play rough, huh? Peter folded his arms on the table and leaned in too. "I mean, if we're doing this, then let me just say that you're a handsome and generous--" Naseem cut him straight off with a kiss. Tongue and teeth and moans were kept to a minimum in the presence of polite company, but Peter still came away dazed when they parted.

        "-- and talented--" Another kiss, this time with Naseem caressing his fingers along Peter's jaw down to his chin.

        "-- a-and driven --" Another, and the way Naseem rubbed his thumb on Peter's cheek could make Peter cry, it was so tender.

        "...Ah. A-and... Uh..." There was more. So much more. But goddamn it, the little bit of heat that Peter had dispelled from his head came back tenfold and he was right back to square one.

        "...And?" Naseem teased, his breath warm on Peter's lips, smirking as he waited because he knew that this was one of those moments in which Peter was struggling to not be completely undone.

        And that smirk against the corner of Peter's mouth gree as he heard what was basically his confirmation. "Nazz, please..." Peter was saying, opening his eyes partly because he felt like he was in a dream. "I'm begging you: please stop having this effect on me."

        "Why? It's so much fun...!"

        Peter's face scrunched. "Of course you'd find it fun." He lightly licked Naseem's lips to draw him in for one more kiss, to stave off the want for the rest of their dinner.

        The food came, and Peter was so, so glad that the rich, filling smell distracted him. He could hold his own during this date when he had noodles and broth in his mouth instead of Naseem. He could ask questions about Naseem while the butterflies were subdued. It was too bad that the things Naseem shared about himself made Peter admire him even more: learning more about his studies and acting in Greece and how he even duped the concierge of a top-quality hotel into giving him and his group free rooms; the fundraising he did three years in a row for a theatre while he visited Nigeria; the time he learned that Ashira was pregnant with Pakiza and he used the indescribable joy of it to fuel his act as a struggling single father in one of the plays he was in.

        Peter sorely wished he had something awe-inspiring to bring to the table, exploits that wouldn’t out him as an immortal monstrosity. Something other than the drugs he experimented with or how he collected his rag-tag team of pets. He had to make do with his marine biology degree and his former job at the conservatory.

        Naseem was so sweet to pretend that he was impressed. And such a good actor, too, resting his chin in his hand and letting his eyes twinkle with interest as he asked Peter for some facts about marine animals.

        The time came for the check. Bill paid with a hefty tip from Peter, the men left, and Peter hooked a hand around Naseem's offered elbow after Naseem requested a lovely idea of a peaceful stroll in this crisp but delightful winter night. They talked while pressed together, and the talking was so easy because it was about anything and everything. About Tommy integrating into the group more lately and developing his sound, about Pakiza finding a proper boyfriend for her friend and they’re already talking about a wedding in the playground, about Granny Okoye being on the mend, about almost hitting that one million sell, about Hasan's tummy issues getting better, about Radio Kings, about their favorite stupid and campy cult classic movies, about when Tarsha and Adel are going to officially declare themselves an item. A lot of what they had talked about, Peter realized, were something they had built together. He built a fantastic thing with this beautiful man who would never realize how much he looked like a benevolent god in the glow of the moonlight.

        Peter held onto that awe on the drive back home. It was quiet this time because all they needed was to hold hands during the trip, and Peter could gaze at Naseem all he wanted like he would have been content with back in the restaurant. Which he did, watching the streetlights pass over Naseem's face, Naseem's concentration broken from time to time to smile at Peter and awake all of the butterflies Peter had managed to put to sleep in his stomach.

        Oh, god, the butterflies, batting their incessant wings in his guts, making his mouth dry so he had to lick his lips again and again, the way they filled him with tiny bursts of electricity so he had to keep shifting and wriggling in his seat, how they had blood rushing in Peter's ears. The butterflies did not want to stop, did not want to be ignored, and once Peter caved and paid attention to them, he knew why they were so eager.

        Oh. Oh, god. There was another feeling that they presented to Peter, and these damn butterflies wanted him to look at it and examine it and identify it because the two men were almost at his house, and even if it posed a danger to them, Peter wanted to pull Naseem in for the type of kiss that had Naseem drinking Peter's moans, the type of kiss where hands roamed and names were cried out and the windows fogged over.

        When Naseem pulled up to Peter's condominium, the two leaned in for a kiss goodnight. Except the kiss sent sparks zapping all up and down Peter's back and along his arms. Peter cupped his hands on Naseem's cheeks and pushed his tongue into Naseem's mouth. Sure, the taste of meaty broth and savory spices and herbs didn't make for the sexiest and most movie-romance kiss, but this was Naseem. The man always tasted like warmed honey no matter what, his kissing had the quality of decadent milk candies that melted slow in the mouth. And after so much close examination of the fever eating him from the inside and reducing him to a shaking disaster that could fall apart by the slightest wind, Peter came to the conclusion that, yes, he did want Naseem. He wanted Naseem.

        And they did say they'll see where the night will go...

        Pulling away, Peter looked at his hands laid on Naseem's chest, drinking air that was too warm and too full of their musk. "Umm... Would you like to come in for.... For coffee?" Because that's how it worked, right? Gotta play it cool and subtle even when his skin was singing Take me in this car, in this seat, right now.

        Naseem, cheeks flushed and sure hands rubbing Peter's back, nodded. "Yeah. I'd like some coffee."

Peter led Naseem up. It was the same path they took together every time up to Peter's door, except tonight Peter struggled three, four times to get the key to slide in the locks, his concentration broken by Naseem slipping his hand around Peter's hip. Inside, Peter invited Naseem to have a seat and get comfortable, and disappeared into the kitchen. There, he set up his French press maker and started heating a pot of water; his machine coffee maker worked fine, and it would be quicker, but Peter wanted Naseem to have the best tonight. This reason was also why he brought out the coffee grinder (at least this one was automatic) and one of the bags of whole coffee beans he had saved for special occasions, like getting the new Leo Carew book or celebrating another job well recording a music video, or...

        And now Peter’s hands were sweaty. They were sweaty and shaky and his fingers just did not want to cooperate. He dropped the bag twice and cursed as he picked it up and his hands slicked over even more as his head filled with the idea of Naseem slowly undressing or Naseem’s mouth trailing down his chest and stomach, and shit, he needed to set up a tray! He forgot to ask what Naseem wanted with his coffee! Or if he would like tea instead! Again, he’s flopping on his hospitality skills. Jesus Christ, shit’s going tits up already and now the butterflies are taunting him for something that came so naturally for others! All that cam modeling shit, all those half-nude photos, all that pole dancing -- what were they even for?! Where was that sexually confident energy when he needed it most?!

        Damn it, Peter, at least open the goddamn coffee beans! The loudness in his head screamed.

        Peter heard Naseem enter the kitchen, and he wondered if it was because he was taking too long or if Naseem had picked up on Peter’s nervous energy from across the home. Like the last time they were alone in this kitchen, Naseem went about undoing everything Peter had set up. He turned the electric range off and poured the pot of boiling water in the sink, he placed the French press and coffee grinder back to the coffee station, and he gently took the bag of coffee beans out of Peter’s hand to put away. This left Peter with nothing to occupy his hands with, his shaking hands that won’t stop sweating no matter how many times he wiped them on his trousers. Is this what an all-consuming desire supposed to feel like?

        Naseem came up behind him. “Peter, I need you to breathe,” he said, knowing fully well that Peter was incapable of that exact thing when Naseem had his hands on Peter’s hips and ran them up his sides, and when the fine hairs on Peter’s neck tickled from Naseem’s breath as Naseem lightly took in the cologne Peter used. Naseem slid his arms around Peter, feeling the belly-deep swell and fall as Peter’s breaths came in shuddering and unsteady.

        “Peter, breathe.”

        Peter did, but then bit his lip when he felt Naseem kiss the back of his neck. One time, twice, three times, and Naseem did it a fourth time that drove Peter this close to losing his mind. Peter felt Naseem’s lips on his skin and, by god, if he kissed him a fifth time, Peter didn’t know what he would do. But Naseem only asked him, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

        He was sure. He was sure, he was so sure, his mind was going delirious from it he was so sure! Yet, if Naseem had to ask, then maybe Peter wasn’t reacting in the normal, casual way that people were interested acted like. Peter just had to... to channel all of that singing, vibrating enthusiasm in a better way...

        He inhaled and exhaled through his nose and wiped his hands on his pants one more time. Before more sweat could pool in his palms, Peter turned in Naseem’s arms. He wrapped one arm around Naseem’s shoulder. He had the other hand sliding down Naseem’s back, maybe a little too quickly for either of them to truly enjoy it, and gripping a handful of Naseem’s divine ass. He pressed Naseem to him by the hips, and he had to keep himself from losing it at the beginnings of Naseem’s hardness rubbing against his own.

        “Yes,” Peter said, with as sure and solid a voice as he could muster.

        They stumbled their way to the bedroom, nearly tripping over each other and clumsily tugging off jackets and shirts because they refused to break off this hold they had on each other. At the door, Naseem lifted Peter on his shoulder to carry him to bed, and Peter had burst with shocked laughter because this was supposed to be next to impossible; Peter was (currently) nearly seventy condensed kilos of steel and concrete, but this man carried him to the foot of the bed and tossed him on the mattress like he was just a sack of rice.

        Yes, Peter wanted him.

        Naseem climbed on him and started tasting every part of Peter’s exposed top, his lips getting slick from the sweat that started to bead on Peter’s skin. He lifted his head and reached over, and Peter’s eyes narrowed and strained from the light as Naseem switched the bedside table on. He looked up at him questioningly, but understood when Naseem’s eyes skimmed up and down Peter’s body. Peter wanted to warn Naseem that leaving the light on would probably give the neighbors a silhouette peep show through his curtains, or they should at least close the blinds, but Naseem’s mouth found the pulsing vein in Peter’s neck, and his grunt vibrated against Peter’s throat as Peter took a fistful of his hair and tugged.

        Yes, Peter wanted this.

        Naseem shoved his knee between Peter’s thighs, nudging until Peter spread his legs wide for Naseem to settle in and roll his hips into Peter slow, slow, so terribly slow, and now Peter did feel the prickle of tears behind his eyes as he really was beginning to lose his mind. He wanted this, he wanted this, he kept telling himself that he wanted this. He wanted to be closer to Naseem. Please let him enjoy this, let him enjoy the near asphyxiation of Naseem’s body weighing down on him, let him enjoy Naseem working him into such a frenzy that Peter’s legs were shaking before Naseem had started truly taking him.

        Peter did want this, he did he did he did, he knew he did.

        Naseem pushed himself off Peter. Peter pushed himself up on his elbows to watch as Naseem pulled out a condom and packets of lube from his pockets.

        “Don’t worry, I had just brought this from home tonight,” Naseem assured him as he unfastened his belt and undid his fly.

        Peter’s eyes were damn near popping out of his socket.

        He felt like such a whore, such a vixen, just staring in complete hungry awe at what must be the most beautiful cock Peter’s ever seen. His fingers twisted into the blanket on either side of him. He was going to have full delirium watching the skin darken and the muscles throbbing, the bead of white already dripping from the head. Too many thoughts raced through Peter’s head to allow him to properly react. He wondered where and how did he pack all of that. He felt his ego being stroked at the idea that he, Peter, caused that, that Naseem wanted him so much. He imagined what that would feel like inside him, what it would feel like to have Naseem inside him, taking Peter and giving to Peter and turn Peter’s world upside down in just this one night. He thought he wanted this he wanted this he wanted this...

        ...Right?

        Then Naseem scooted lower down Peter’s body, undoing Peter’s pants and tugging them off. “Lay down and relax,” Naseem instructed him, and Peter felt he had no choice but to nod and lie back down, shivering and watching the ceiling spin as Naseem parted his legs more and hook his fingers in the crotch of Peter’s underwear. He wanted this he wanted this he wanted this until he felt Naseem’s mouth.

        It wasn’t a full blow job, or even a full kiss. It was a feathery peck on that little bit of exposed skin, leading into Naseem taking a bit of skin from one of Peter’s balls between his lips and teasingly tugging at it. Peter gasped--

GAYS IN FEAR

MAN SHALL NOT LIE WITH MAN AS WITH WOMAN

CHOKING COLD BATH WATER IT STINGS, PLEASE STOP

I’D SHOOT MY SON IF HE HAD AIDS!

THE BLACKNESS CONSUMED HIM AS HE COUGHED VICIOUSLY, BUT IT WAS JUST LIKE SLEEP

I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I’M SORRY

        “Wait.”

        Peter felt Naseem stop, and the bed creaked as Naseem pushed himself up on his forearms to look at Peter. Peter couldn’t bare to meet his gaze, even if his body wasn’t locked with a chilling panic that had him lying stiff and heavy in the bed, staring up at the ceiling as hot tears spilled from his eyes and down his temples.

        Naseem climbed higher up to meet Peter’s face. He cupped Peter cheek, concern struggling with the hunger that still clouded his eyes. “Peter, sweets, what’s wrong?”

        Peter shook his head. A sob burst from his chest, his body shuddering as he started to weep. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry...!”

        Naseem closed his eyes and sighed. Climbing off Peter, he crawled to the edge of the bed to sit. Peter heard a rubbery snap and saw Naseem drop the condom into the wastebasket. Naseem rubbed the back of his head.

        “...I guess the night didn’t go as well as we thought.”

        Peter shook his head harder. “No -- I mean, yes, I mean--” Peter swallowed, his attempts at stifling his sobs turning into hiccoughs. Naseem looked over his shoulder at him, and Peter could add flaring embarrassment to the disastrous flood of emotions. “It went great. Super great! And I want to so badly because you’re so amazing and cool and beautiful, but...”

        “...Not the right headspace?”

        “...Not the right headspace.”

        Naseem nodded and sighed again. “I figured...” He faced away from Peter, head bowed as he worked to properly set his increasingly sore erection and safely zip his fly. He planted his hands on the bed at his sides and breathed to make him come down from the lust.

        “Do you want me to go, or--”

        “No!” Peter shot up, finally forcing himself to look directly at Naseem, the man whose body thrummed with sexual frustration that Peter caused. Because of that, Peter knew that it was so unfair to ask this of Naseem, because who wanted to be around a blubbering, snotty, blotchy-faced tease? And he felt so small and fragile and utterly, hopelessly pathetic, but his pride was already bruised, so he asked in a whimpering, soft voice, “Stay. Please.”

        The hesitant silence stretched for too long, and Peter knew that Naseem was going to leave, and part of him hoped that he would. Peter’s body was still aching for Naseem even under all this distress, and even if Peter’s pride would be shattered more from Naseem’s departure, he would at least be able to lick these fresh weird wounds in peace.

        But Naseem reached over to the bedside table once again, pulling out sheets of facial tissue from the tiny box. He climbed back onto the bed and settled in next to Peter, having Peter lie in his arm as he wiped Peter’s eyes. “It’s okay, ayanfe... It’s okay, sweets... shh, it’s okay, stop apologizing...”

[thrillorarc]

my underused muses that i would love to write:

nazz van bartonschmeer ( ed edd n eddy )

emma washburne ( firefly )

hannah green ( the 100 )

wiress ( the hunger games )

alex linus ( lost )

eloise hawking ( lost )

patsy walker ( marvel comics )

envy adams ( scott pilgrim )

lysander ( a midsummer night’s dream )

gloria ( the southern reach trilogy )

[kmforeverff]

There Goes My Life Chapter 1

There Goes My Life Chapter 1: What Makes You Beautiful

Kevin sighed into his hands as he contemplated his latest predicament. He just couldn't believe it. Just yesterday, his life was looking up. He told the one he had strong feelings for how he felt, just to have those feelings reciprocated, and he came out to his family who were not surprised. But now, he finds out that the night he had lost his virginity, ended up being the night his entire life was ruined. In order to fully understand the story, perhaps we should travel back to the very beginning…

It started the night Kevin Barr was born. Ok, maybe not that far in the beginning. Lets try this again. It all started when the ginger haired jock, caught himself eyeballing a particular sock-headed dork.

Kevin stared at the trio of boys who were talking animatedly to each other. More than likely working on another scam. Kevin rolled his eyes at the thought. They're in high school now. Can't they quit with all that childish shit? But Kevin knew that the dork wearing the beanie with two stripes running along it was different. He's matured. Kevin thought to himself, but then shook his head, no, he's always been the more level-headed of the dorks.

Kevin was stirred from his musings when a hand flashed in front of his eyes. "Hello? Earth to Kevin." The jock turned his attention to the teal haired boy trying to get his attention who was looking at him with annoyance. "Look, if you want Double Delicious over there, why don't you go get him?"

The red head shook his head. "Seriously, dude!" He playfully socked his friend in the arm. "What makes you think I like him huh?" Nat just cocked his head to the side giving Kevin his best - you've got to be shitting me - look. "You've been undressing that tall drink of water with your eyes every time you see him. And don't you dare try to deny it."

But deny it Kevin did. It's not like he was embarrassed, he just couldn't believe how much his feelings for the smartest dork had grown. He had finally come to terms with his bisexuality, but he was still essentially in the closet. Nazz placed her hand on Kevin's shoulder as he looked down defeated. "Dude, it's ok, really." She flashed him a sad smile, knowing fully well the struggle he was enduring within himself. "Why don't you start by asking him to sit with us at lunch?" He just shook his head at the suggestion. "Chickenshit," she muttered before looking in the boy's direction. "Hey Double Dee!" She shouted across the hall. Her voice clearly catching everybody's attention.

Eddward looked around as if there was a possibility that there was another person in the school with the same nickname. Ed and Eddy just smiled at him and shoved him towards the source of the voice. He walked across the hall sheepishly, a blush threatening his cheeks. "Y…yes Nazz?" he stuttered out.

The short girl put her arm around Edd's waist and pulled him into the circle. "We, well Kevin, was wondering if you would like to join us for lunch today?" Double Dee's jaw fell to the floor as Nat came around his other side resting his head on the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, we won't eat you alive." He wiggled his eyes suggestively, "Not unless you would like me too."

Edd stepped backward, feeling like a minnow among sharks. "I thank you all for the invitation, but would you please allow me the morning to consider the option?" His hands wringing at his front, obviously nervous. "I have already made plans with Ed and Eddy and need to consult with them first to deem if it would be appropriate."

This time Kevin spoke up. "Dude, if you don't want to sit with us, that's cool. I was just," Kevin stopped himself and coughed, "I mean, we were wondering. That's all." Not wanting to mess things up, He backtracked, and immediately regretted his next words. "Bring the other dorks, if you're really worried about it." The distaste was evident on the jock's face.

The sudden outburst was not lost on the smart boy. "Kev…Kevin, may I have a word with you privately?" He inquired nervously. The shock on Kevin's face was noticed by the perceptive teen. "Um, sure." The two walked down the hall side by side with four pairs of eyes eyeing them quizzically.

Kevin had his hands behind his head as they walked side by side. "What you wanna talk about?" He asked curiously. Edd had a thoughtful look on his face before answering. "Well Kevin," he started, "Why me?" He should have known that the question was going to come. That's what he liked about him. Not that Kevin was going to admit that outright.

"I was just wanting to hang with you more." A half-truth was better than no truth. "Besides, I want to unwrap the enigma that is Eddward Vincent." He was watching his dork carefully for a reaction and smiled when he saw the blush further redden on his adorkable face.

"Truthfully, Kevin, there is not a whole lot to me. I am exactly who I appear to be." Kevin sped up a little and stopped in front of Edd. "No, ya see? You're wrong." He looked Double-Dee straight into his eyes and smiled. "You don't even know just how awesome you are."

Edd broke the intense gaze and looked down, smiling. "Thank you for the sentiment Kevin, I genuinely appreciate it. But while I am smart and perceptive, I am nothing special." Blue eyes met green as he looked up, "I will, however, accept your invitation to lunch."

Kevin's green eyes sparkled happily, "Cool. Awesome!" He stated excited. "And bring the other dorks too!" He hugged Double Dee happily. "I'll see you then!" He let the confused boy go and ran off in the other direction. Double Dee may not have seen it, but once Kevin turned the corner, he punched the air in success.

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I will be posting 1 chapter a day until I’m caught up to where I am on fanfiction.net and AO3. If you would like to read the remaining of this story, or even my other #KevEdd fanfics, search for KM Forever on FF or KM_Forever on AO3

[gamblealifearchived1]

bitofthisandthat said:ship meme (ignore if ya already got 'em ) ummmm... 1, 8, 16

@bitofthisandthat || Let’s talk about ships. 

1.) Favorite platonic ship.

Lena & Webby, Violet & Lena, Linda & Francine, NegaLP Negaduck & NegaGosalyn, Drake LP & Gosalyn. ( these are the main ones. There are more but yeah :’3 )

8.) A ship you hate and would never write.

Not too many of these unless you count a lot of canon ships that kinda eh to me. But I guess with a muse of mine? Kevin/Nazz. Only because I kinda ship her with Edd instead & ffffttt. It’s basically just that. xD 

16.) A ship you love but everyone hates. 

Hummm; Not exactly sure. Are people still hating on Mark? It’s probably any & all ships we/I have with him then. xD 

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[soaringlikeashootingstar]

"Dude, like that was so rad! How'dja do it? Did you use a real pogo stick? That's awesome!"

[jazzwithnazz]

"Fireworks are like, so rad!"

[chayyim-blog1]

i feel like writing the below muses , so if you’d like a starter from one of them give this post a like and specify who !!

maeby ( arrested development )

nazz ( ed edd n eddy )

steven ( fear the walking dead )

marcos ( the gifted )

hannah ( the 100 )

jordan ( the 100 )

jughead ( riverdale )

catra ( she-ra )

jonah ( superstore )

sally ( 3rd rock from the sun )

ben ( the umbrella academy )

glenn ( the walking dead )

jamilla ( firebringer )

dave ( john dies at the end )

patsy ( marvel comics )

[viablesolution]

MUSES

just in case you’re on mobile , below the cut are the muses currently available on this blog. there are a LOT of them !! some will be more active than others and i’ll probably keep adding since i have no self control , but if you want to write with any , i’d be happy to oblidge

THE 1OO

( oc-ish ) daniel green

gaia ( previously wanderdestined )

hannah green ( previously alreadygcne )

( oc ) mo

( oc ) zoe green

AMERICAN GODS

shadow moon ( previously palmedcoin )

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA

cally henderson

caprica six ( previously dcwnloaded )

zak adama

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE

jake peralta

ED, EDD, N EDDY

nazz van bartonschmeer ( previously nazziest )

FEAR THE WALKING DEAD

chris manawa

nick clark ( previously corruptedson )

THE GIFTED

( oc ) lina diaz

marcos diaz ( previously refrctlght )

HARRY POTTER

nymphadora tonks ( previously pynkwitch )

seamus finnigan ( previously ogtine )

IT

stanley uris ( previously barmitzvahed )

patty uris

LEGION

lenny busker ( previously shitblast )

LOST

alex linus ( previously littlelinusgirl )

eloise hawking ( previously temporalpolice )

ji yeon kwon ( previously ji-yeonkwon )

THE MAGICIANS

margo hanson

THE OFFICE

jim halper

pam beesley

SAILOR MOON

haruka tenou ( previously distantcaelum )

mamoru chiba ( previously protecterra )

A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS

fiona widdershins

olivia caliban ( previously bushburned )

[creativechaos]

permanent starter call for Ed, Edd, N’ Eddy muses.

Muses include: [ Ed Drommond, Eddward “Edd”  Marynn Pensky, Eddy Skipper Reese , Kevin Burns, Lee Kanker, Marie Kanker, May Kanker, Nazz Van Bartonshmeer, and Sarah Drommond ]

Muses can also be found here: Ed, Edd, N’ Eddy Muses

Liking this post will allow me to tag you in any starter whenever. Please, specify which muse you’d like the starter from and if you’re a mumu, please specify who of my muses and yours you’d like it from and sent to.

[princessdevy03]

3AM Musings....

Because I've reached my "kill them" limit, I give you, my fellow shipmates, this new, but TERRIBLE idea I just got.

Kevin dies in a motorcycle accident. But he's an organ donor.

So this can go a few thousand ways, but here's mine:

Edd is his secret HS boyfriend who gets his heart, but he doesn't find out it's Kevin's heart til a memorial service the football team gives Kevin's family when their senior year starts. Like, during Homecoming Week or first game Pep Rally.

Eddward is the surgeon who has to take the heart out of his secret ex college lover to give to (pick someone, even better if it's smol Edd or Kev and if it's smol Edd AND they're related, even better!). He now has to make peace with the fact that they never had closure but Kevin's heart gets a second chance to LIVE.

Edd is the rando who receives it, and when he meets Kevin's family and Nazz and Rolf (and Nat if you want), he starts to see how FULL life can be when you LIVE it.

Rules: MAKE ME CRY! Make us all FEEL THE THINGS. Can be a oneshot or multichapter thing depending upon how the story just flows out of you. You don't have to do it RIGHT NOW, it's just an idea. ANYONE can do it! We ALL write so differently that I can guaranfuckingtee you that no one story will be like another. Use all the tropes you want. Make it work for you.

Go with God, marshmallows, and write the things! 

[dcrlingmuses]

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SEND 📝  AND I’LL SUGGEST A FEW MUSES THAT I’LL LIKE TO THROW AT YOUR MUSE(S) ( ACCEPTING )

( @double-knots )

If any of your muses need mother figures, then I'll definitely throw Linda, or Mary Ann. Heck, even Beth!

I can see Nazz interacting with some of your muses too!

And definately Larry if they need a older bro figure!