#3 nirvana posters

[tjolkocow]

[emptypools-vacantalleyways]

la creatura

[emo-batboy]

I GIVE YOU a totally real list of viral photos of Battinson with his newly adopted son, Dick Grayson, that took Gotham by storm

Bruce crossing the street with a rosy-cheeked Dick Grayson dutifully holding his hand, Dick somehow found the camera and is waving to it excitedly (this is the first ever photo of them together)

Dick balanced perfectly at the top (and I mean on top) of a jungle gym while Bruce looks stressed out of his mind, pleading for Dick to get down before he hurts himself

Dick doing the exact same thing a month later but this time Bruce looks completely unfazed, sipping a coffee like it’s just a normal Tuesday (the photos are regularly paired together as a popular meme template in Gotham)

A selfie of Bruce and Dick making stupid faces at the camera that Dick turned into his class for one of those “About Me” posters you make in 3rd grade

Dick asleep in Bruce’s arms after a fancy dinner party, they’re wearing matching suits, Bruce is kissing his forehead :(

Bruce and Dick propped up against a wall, sharing a packet of fruit snacks in an empty room next to the charity gala they’re supposed to be attending

A plethora of photos of Dick climbing on top of Bruce at inopportune moments (à la this post)

Including a press conference.

And an investors’ meeting (bring your kid to work day)

Bruce standing outside of Gotham Elementary holding Dick in his arms with matching scowls on their faces. A mother and her son have been cropped out after the boy shoved Dick, and the mother refused to make him apologize. (It almost got physical. The mom has since quit the PTA.)

Bruce and Dick wearing matching sunglasses on the Gotham pier, Bruce is sipping another coffee while Dick eats from a comically large ice cream cone. A second photo shows Dick offering some to Bruce, which he accepts

Bruce retying Dick’s tie in the middle of another charity gala (for the children’s hospital)

Dick doing a cartwheel in the park while Bruce looks at him with the fondest look humanly possible

Bruce and Dick in a convenience store at 10pm (on a Friday) wearing matching oversized Nirvana shirts and pajama pants, it looks like they’re having a movie marathon (it’s Grey Ghost reruns <3)

pspspspsps @bruciemilf

[seattlesellie]

hi angel i saw u say you wanted more fluffy ellie requests and i thought about maybe something along the lines of the cute pics she has of you two in her phone idk it’s just something i thought of u don’t have to write it if u don’t want to i just love ur blog and everything u write 💗💗💗💗🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

not about love ♡

pre-dating slightly loser college!ellie 🦕 incoming !! basically u go through ellies phone and find… something. part 1 of… maybe?

warnings: slightly mean ellie for a second, sexual tension, mentions of weed and alcohol.

part 2

Tic-Toc, the gentle sounds of the ancient clock in Ellie’s room filled the thick air. a gift from Joel. It was a warm, lazy afternoon. You almost fell asleep, almost. Her bed smelled like her, so did the ruffled, Nirvana t-shirt you were laying on. Everything in this room practically screamed Ellie. The scent, the sketches on the wall — of Dina, and Jesse, and you. Why did she have more sketches of you than anyone else? A dinosaur lego, a miniature solar system, obscure band posters, Oh! here’s the pin you gifted her once!, two pairs of mismatched socks, a random rock (“It’s from like, the moon” she said. It was from the local science museum.)

“El” you whined, receiving a gentle hum in response.

“I’m bored” you exclaimed with a heavy sigh. It's not as if she owed you any attention, she told you she had to study. For some reason, some odd reason nor you or her could put your finger on, you had to be there with her. “Well” you excused. “It’s not like I have anything better to do, right?” A lie. What about your project due Monday? Nevermind.

“Catch this” she exclaimed, tossing a serene light blue stress ball directly at your face.

“Ow!” you whined, yet again. If only you knew what those whines did to her.

“Sorry bro, gotta finish this fucking question. She said, flexing her sore hand. “Fuck this fucking Prof, seriously” She mumbled, clearly annoyed, clearly frustrated. Ellie had this thing, well, if you could even call something that she only had specifically with you a “Thing” — where she had to call you by those stupid names. “Dude” “Bro” “Jeez man!” just to see you squirm. Youd flinch ever so slightly, a fleeting reaction that betrayed a hint of offense flickering in your eyes. Every time you couldn’t help but pout, couldn’t help but look a little bit hurt, it did something to her. It wasn’t because she liked hurting you, God knows she didn’t. It would give her a glimmer of hope, of light. Shed journal about it, too;

“I called her Bro again. She looked really sad. Why does she get sad? I’m so fucking stupid. It’s probably because no one else calls her fucking bro, I’m literally delusional. Also had expired fucking Pizza. Worst day ever. Shit. Not that bad because she smiled at batted her eyelashes. God Ellie you need therapy.” YOURE A DUMBASS!!!!”

Half an hour had elapsed, brimming with Ellie muttering to herself under her breath. lighting a blunt, burning the blunt, passing it to you, begging you to give it back after 3 seconds.

You were pretty sure you had gone through every single app on your phone five times already. Stalking rando’s on Instagram, watching ASMR tiktoks, talking shit with Dina in the groupchat. How much more of this boredom could you take? My god, you were humming a stupid melody to yourself.

“Griiiind boy you know I grind when I pull-“

“Shh”

Did Ellie just shush you?!

“Excuse me?” You said.

“I’m trying to concentrate. Also what the fuck is a Fartulum?” Ellie retorted, withdrawing slightly and punctuating her frustration with stomps on the floor. God, she was too fucking cute.

“Can I play on your phone?” You questioned innocently. One more opening and closing the same App and you’d have lost your damn mind. You could practically see the Candy Crush candies popping inside of your brain every time you closed your eyes.

“No” she answered bluntly.

“Why? you scared I’ll find your nudes? Not gonna look- Swear on my li-“

You could hear her eye rolling, somehow.

“I dont have fucking nudes” she affirmed with a touch of exasperation.

“Someone else’s?” you said quietly. Your tone almost exposed you. Almost.

“Psh… no” Ellie said in return, just as quiet. Her tone almost exposed her, too.

Wish I had yours. Shut it, Ellie.

“Then let me go on your phone” You whined, got off the bed and almost slipped on one of her belts that laid on the floor. So messy, so, so Ellie.

She cast a sidelong glance at you, her eyes darting from the corner of her vision. Her grip on the pen was incredibly tight. It happened every time you got near, got too close to her. Whether it was clutching the strings of her hoodie, her knuckles turning white with tension, or her toes curling in a clenched stance. Shed never ever admit it to herself, cool, calm & collected, but fuck did you make her nervous.

You settled yourself on the chair beside her, causing her to divert every ounce of her attention back to her assignment, shifting it solely onto you. You. You. You.

She gazed directly into your eyes, and a peculiar warmth flooded your face. Its funny how even after being friends for all this time, making eye contact with her managed to stir something within you. She asked you about it once, mid fight. “You never even look at me when we talk!” she huffed. “Yes I do!” no you dont. “No you don’t!” and when your lips quivered, turning you in, she left it at that.

Ellie scratched the back of her neck, her arms flexing subtly with the motion. You gave her that look, the look that made her cheeks go bright pink, her hands clam up. She bit her lip. “Fine”. You won, flashing her a toothy smile she couldn’t help but grin at.

And there you were, with Ellie’s iPhone 5C (Yeah, she never got that buying a new iPhone every 2 years phenomenon) laying on Ellie’s bed, in Ellie’s room.

“Ew - Ellie what the fuck? why is your screen greasy?!” You squirmed, fingertips grazing over her slightly sticky screen. Is that fucking chicken nuggets residue?

“Shut up, dude. You asked me for my phone so deal with the consequences”

Dude.

You rolled your eyes, proceeded to wipe the screen of her phone with the corner of her cozy flannel bedsheet. Her phone was really warm. One more month and it would probably set on fire.

“Password?” You questioned, and shifted to lay on your stomach, your cheek caressing the pillow. It had a little auburn colored hair laying on top of it.

Ellie huffed and waited a second before she responded, contemplating again. It’s harmless, fuck it.

“2222”

“Okay, seriously - you could get hacked with that dumbass password”

“Pffft” Ellie huffed. “I’d fucking beat them up if they tried robbing me” she said, ever the brave.

“I’m not… talking about robbers, Ellie. Like, hackers?”

“Same thing”

“You cant beat up hackers they’re- Nevermind” you sighed.

2222.

If the room was classic Ellie, god, so was her phone. Default Apple background, because she truly couldn’t be bothered. iMessage, Instagram with four pictures on her feed; One of her arm slightly flexing her tat (who the fuck was the bitch who commented “damn” under there?), one of a stray cat wearing her grey beanie, a meme that says “Fuck sex. Let’s do something romantic like play Fireboy and Watergirl on CoolMathGames.Com” (God, she thought she was so funny for that one. 6 Likes, one from you, one from Jesse, the fake Instagram account you and Dina created for Joel, her ex Cat, and one from Dina and a spam bot). Next to the Instagram laid the NASA app (of course), Call Of Duty for iPhone (Made her sleep for only fifteen minutes one night), calculator, 9GAG (People still use that?!), and… her gallery.

You pursed your lips, contemplating the situation. Should you?after all, Ellie said; No nudes. So what could possibly be on there?

Of course.

You couldn't contain a soft giggle that escaped your lips, earning an inquisitive whine from Ellie. "What's so funny?" she grumbled, unable to resist her curiosity.

“Said you were studying, so study” You said, while scrolling through her gallery.

As you readjusted your position on the bed, you unintentionally swiped to the left, revealing her albums. Just harmless browsing, right?

“Screenshots”

“Funny memes”

“Pics to send Jesse when he’s being stupid”

“Dhhdjsjsou”

“Stink ❤️”

A picture of you, laying on the grass, a bright, toothy smile spread across your face. It was from your Instagram, the one you deleted because you thought you looked dumb. The one Ellie commented a for once unsarcastic “Woah” on.

The album was locked.

You felt your throat go dry, heartbeat speeding up. Your leg started shaking, and God, you hoped she would come and snatch the phone off of your hand.

But she didn’t. She just shifted in her sit, cleared her throat and resumed her studies.

You shouldn’t have. But you did.

2222

Unlocked. Success!

You felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. Was it even hotter in here now? Extra humid today? you bit your lip, it almost hurt.

A picture of you and Dina. A selfie you sent to the groupchat two weeks ago. Ellie doodled a green heart on it. You were sweating. A picture of you on Christmas last year. That same day you had your stupid fight on. You were wearing a Santa hat, mug of hot Coco and tiny white marshmallows in your hand.

Your stomach felt as if it were infested by a swarm of Ellie looking butterfly’s.

A picture of you sound asleep, in Ellie’s bed. She was mid-moving a hair strand away from your face. It was blurry. You recognized that top.

You were wasted that day. Blabbering uncontrollably about how you had to crash on her bed, because you were scared your new roommate would think you’re stupid, and dumb, and an idiot, for getting drunk at a frat party.

You couldn’t understand why Ellie didn’t want to help you. You almost kicked her when she said she couldn’t, that you’d be better off in your bed. “I snore. And I kick in my sleep - Seriously” You almost cried. You called her a bad friend, a fake one, because — isn’t that what friends are for? Shouldn’t they have your back when you’re a babbling mess? Hold your hair for you, put you to sleep, take care of you?

Ellie couldn’t sleep that night.

When you laid there, right on her bed, her face went so red and hot you could fry something on it. She almost hit herself in the face when her chest grazed your back. When your leg caressed her’s, and ended up on top of her thigh, she almost screamed. When you shifted to face her, an angelic, sound asleep expression on your face, she swore she almost died. The string of your top came off, revealing more of your shoulder, and the strap of your bra, Ellie turned around so fast she almost woke you up.

She slept for 20 minutes.

When she woke up, she had to make herself remember it. Remember you, laying with her.

So she took a picture. An innocent one.

You almost jumped when the pen fell slipped from her hand and she turned around to face you.

“What are you doing?”

Whats in her notes app?

♡

part two

[senbbonzakura]

maymay!!! i’m back 🎀

could you do the m3 with a grunge reader, what i’m trying to say is, like yk she wears baggy jeans, ripped up old band shirts, has nirvana, radiohead, deftones posters all over her wall, that kinda grunge 🙏🙏

OMG YESSS im grunge myself so i get it!! also i love ur music taste already based on the 3 bands u named

⋆ MAIN 3 WITH A GRUNGE READER :

✩ — STAN !

i headcannon him as grunge too, so...

calls u a loser even tho hes one himself

"omg u listen to nirvana?? whats ur fav song??"

he would get offended if u chose one of the most popular ones

will be like "oh!..😐"

u two share clothes

"dude this tee is so fire"

"u can have it ONLY for one day"

ends up never giving it back

so u never give his clothes back too

i imagine losers and i see converse

you two DEFINITELY get matching lyrics on ur shoes

he feels so lucky to have another loser around

he always puts some music on when u come over and u never complain bc u have the same music taste

"that song HITS, whats it called"

✩ — KYLE !

he kinda doesnt care ig

like, you do you

one time u were like

"LETS MAKE YOU GRUNGE TOO"

"no."

you had to nag him about it until he finally agreed

had to lend some clothes from stan..

stan had to be there too

WHY DOES KYLE ACTUALLY END UP LOOKING FIRE AF??? DO U SEE THE VISION LIKE I SEE IT??

"can we get this off now pls"

"WAIT I NEED TO MAKE A PHOTO"

all of you end up taking a super duper photo

u post it on ur insta story

kyle is like "DELETE DELETR DELETE"

"omg if my mom sees this😕..."

thinks he looks homeless

✩ — KENNY !

thinks ur hot af.

idk whats that style called but i kinda imagine kenny in baggy jeans and like those wife beaters??

sometimes just tees if hes feelin lazy

yall the best combo world has ever seen

he literally worships u tbh

helps u pick ur outfit for the day

and u pick his too🤗🤗

genuinely thinks ur room is so cool

loves spending time with u in ur loser room

i wanna draw all of them now bye

requests r open !!

[wannab-urs]

For the sleepover

Do me a favor

My baby boy, Dieter

Congratulations again babe! I love you!

Thank you bb I love you and I'm really excited about this fic

For the Record

Pairing: Record Shop Owner!Dieter x f!Reader

Summary: You go to a record store looking for something specific and end up on a date with the owner. 

Warnings/Content: Dieter Bravo being Dieter Bravo, excessive name dropping of bands I like, grungy Dieter wearing Doc Martens and covered in tattoos, reader going to a strangers house like an idiot, kissing, fingering, oral f!receiving, unprotected piv (this is not real life. Don’t be dumb), one tiny little ass slap, praise, creampie, no use of Y/N, WC: ~2900

Notes: Bravo Records is based on Grimey’s in Nashville, TN which you should absolutely visit if you get the chance. Unfortunately it isn’t owned by Dieter Bravo. Thank you @theywhowriteandknowthings for the beta read and the encouragement <;3

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You’re on the hunt for a Replacements' album, Tim, specifically. Ironically, you’re replacing it in your collection, having lost it to your ex boyfriend. Note to self: never combine your record collection with anyone ever again. 

This morning you’d googled “record shops near me” and scrolled past Walmart and Target, no thank you, and settled on Bravo Records. The blurb advertised it as a “Laid-back music shop specializing in vintage, pressed recordings, CDs & cassette tapes,” and mentioned a bookstore in the basement and a consignment shop out back. 

Pulling into the gravel parking lot, you take in the building. There are murals depicting perfect recreations of album covers on the brick walls of the store. If you couldn’t see the brushstrokes when you got up close, you’d think they were somehow printed on. The bright yellow of Metallica’s 72 Seasons, the hands reaching for the sky on Boygenius’ The Record, both newer releases. But there’s also The Clash’s London Calling and The Stooges’ Fun House. 

Whoever owns this place has taste. You step into the shop, eyes immediately drawn to the oddly curved ceiling and the exposed brick walls, covered in posters and random paintings. There are 6 sets of shelves running almost the entire length of the store up to a small clearing in the back. There’s a surprisingly large stage beyond that, someone playing the guitar and reciting poetry, a smattering of people leaned against the shelves, listening. 

“Welcome to Bravo’s,” a deep but cheery voice rings in your ear. You let out a small yelp and turn sharply to face the source. “Oh! Didn’t mean to scare you. I was just downstairs and heard the door… I’m Dieter, by the way.”

You take in the man now standing in front of you. He’s wearing a very faded Nirvana shirt stretched within an inch of its life across his broad chest and shoulders. It probably used to be black, but now it’s a bit gray, and there are holes in the seams of the collar. His wide legged pants are black and flowy, you almost mistake them for a skirt until he leans against the counter and crosses his legs. His Docs are scuffed, clearly worn in, maybe vintage. You trail your eyes back up his body, noting the various tattoos on his hands and arms, all black ink and thick linework. You settle back on his face and find his eyebrows arched over deep brown eyes, plush lips in a pout. His beard is scruffy, patchy, and his hair looks like he just rolled out of bed. 

“Find anything you like?” He smirks at you and you suddenly realize you just silently checked him out for a good 10 seconds. Your cheeks heat and you clear your throat. 

“Um… I’m looking for Tim? The album I mean, not the guy, I don’t even know a Tim. By the Replacements? Do you know it?” You sound like an idiot oh god. 

He barely restrains a chuckle, mirth dancing in his eyes, “Yeah, I know it. I only have a first pressing in the original sleeve… is that okay?” He crosses his arms over his chest and holy shit. His biceps are huge. You bite your lip and nod. 

“Yes! Er… um. How much is it?” You wince. There’s no way it’s gonna fit in your pitifully small budget. 

Dieter tilts his head to the side and scrunches his eyebrows up, two lines forming between them. He brings a hand to his unruly hair and tugs. So that’s why he looks like he just got thoroughly fucked. He perks his head up suddenly, almost like he heard your thoughts.

“Do you wanna go out with me?” 

“What?”

“Oh! I mean go out for coffee with me and you can have the record.”

“I can’t just take it for free, Dieter!” 

“Of course you can. I’m the owner. It’s my record. Do you not want to go out with me?” His face scrunches up again and fuck. He’s really cute. 

“Of course I want to go out with you,” you splutter, shocking yourself. 

“It’s settled then. Let’s go!” He turns and walks out the door and you scramble to keep up with him. 

“Now? Don’t you have to run the shop?” 

“Nah, Chrissy can handle it,” he waves his hand like it’s no big deal and heads for the street. “It’s just right down the road.” 

–-

Coffee with Dieter is amazing. He orders a sweet monstrosity, frozen, topped with whipped cream and 3 kinds of syrup. You try to order your favorite drink, but he insists you get the same thing as him. 

“Just trust me!” You’ve literally just met the man, but you think you do trust him. There’s just something about him. He learns your name when you give it to the barista and you apologize profusely for being too flustered to properly introduce yourself. 

He just laughs and guides you to a pair of armchairs in the corner, kicking off his boots to reveal mismatched socks – one a dark purple tall sock with embroidered grapes on it, the other an ankle sock with a print of Starry Night on it – and settles cross legged into the chair. You tell him you like his socks. 

He asks you about what you do for work, where you’re from, what your favorite movies are, an endlessly easy and flowing conversation, peppering in his own answers and arguing with you when you tell him that Judd Apatow movie about making a movie during covid was awful. He asks you what your holy grail album is, the one you’d kill to have in your collection. You don’t even have to think about it.

“The Velvet Underground and Nico, original pressing, with the sticker still on it. I’ll never be able to afford it though. I’ve never even seen one in real life.”

“Do you want to?” He looks at you with a shit eating grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“What? Want to see one in real life? I mean… yeah?” 

“Let’s go then!” He jumps up, pulling his boots back on and heading for the door. You’re again hustling to keep up with him. You follow him out onto the sidewalk. 

“Dieter! Go where?” 

“To my house!” You grab his arm and pull him to a stop. 

“Why are we going to your house?” You’re exasperated.

“To show you the record. You wanted to see it right?” 

“You do not have it. Dieter, there’s no way… One of them just sold for 25k.”

“I do have it. My dad bought it when it came out and now it’s mine.” He takes off walking again, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him. 

“Is this some sort of ploy to get me to go home with you? You could have just asked.” 

“I know! I mean… fuck. I’m being serious. I have the record upstairs.” He suddenly comes to a stop in front of an apartment building. “If you want, you can wait here and I’ll bring it down. Just promise not to rob me, yeah?” You huff out a frustrated breath. 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll come in with you.” 

His face lights up and he threads his fingers through yours again. It feels nice, holding his hand. He pulls you up the stairs with him and unlocks his door, and you step into his living room. His apartment was clearly supposed to be one of those industrial chic, modern type spaces, but he clearly didn’t care for that style. There are paintings and posters covering every square inch of wall space. “I take it you decorated the shop then?” 

“Yep! I do all the murals too.” Fuck, he can paint too? The concrete floor is covered with rugs of all different shapes, sizes, and textures. There’s a blue couch and some clearly thrifted armchairs off to the left. The right side of the room is absolutely dominated by his record collection. There’s a shelf running the length of the room, standing taller than you and absolutely stuffed with records. On the floor around it are milk crates filled with even more records. 

“Jesus Christ, Dieter, how many records do you have?” You wander over to a crate and start flipping through, finding that he’s organized them by genre. This one is folk punk you notice as you flip through albums by AJJ, Violent Femmes, The Mountain Goats, and more. 

“I genuinely have no idea. I stopped counting back when I was a teenager.” He goes to the shelf, and you decide it must be more organized than it looks because he quickly pulls two albums out and presents them to you. One is the album you asked about in the shop. The other one… 

“Holy shit.” You stare up at him from your crouched position. “Holy fucking shit Dieter you actually have it.”

“I fuckin’ told you! Do you wanna listen to it?” 

“Do I want to listen to it? Are you actually kidding me? Of course I do!!” He grins at you and walks over to his record player beside the couch. He slides the record out of the sleeve gently and places it on the turntable before dropping the needle. You join him on the couch as the first notes of “Sunday Morning” drift into the room. 

“Dieter?” He hums and smiles at you again. “I could kiss you right now. Fuck. Can I kiss you right now?” He looks shocked for a second before taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back hard, licking into his mouth. He drags you into his lap, your knees settling on the outsides of his thighs. 

You bury your hands in his wild curls and gently tug on them. He groans into your mouth and trails his hands down your body, pulls you even tighter against him. You can feel him getting hard under you, his soft pants doing little to conceal his arousal. You’re not much better off as his lips leave yours and trail down your jaw, your throat, his teeth catching skin as he goes. When “I’m Waiting for the Man,” starts to play, Dieter brings his hands back to your face and pulls you away from him, staring deep into your eyes. 

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” 

You stare at him, shocked for a moment, and then you laugh so hard you fall sideways off his lap. “You know what, Dieter? Yes. I’d like to have sex with you.” 

“Cool,” he breathes out, turning and settling his body over yours. He presses another kiss to your lips and you tug on his shirt. He pulls back long enough to strip it off and you take yours off too. He lays sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your throat and chest, mumbling praises into your skin as he works your jeans and panties down your thighs. You kick them off as he makes his way down to your core. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been in your entire life. He’s so fucking gorgeous. All golden skin beautifully covered in black ink. 

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Dieter whispers into the space between your thighs. Your hands fly to his hair as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, immediately closing his lips around it and sucking lightly. Your head falls back and a moan rips from your throat. 

He presses a thick finger into you and it’s fucking bliss. He feels so good already. He curls his finger upwards, swirling his tongue in circles around your clit at the same time. Your hands drop to his shoulders as he adds another finger and starts thrusting them into you, curling on every upstroke into your g-spot. 

“Fuck! Dieter… feels so good. Don’t stop.” 

“Shhh baby, I can’t hear the song.” 

You dig your nails into his shoulders, laughing and on the verge of coming at the same time. He slips his tongue down to join his fingers at your entrance and buries his nose against your clit and you’re gone. The shaking of your body from laughing at him quickly gives over to shuddering as your core tightens around his fingers. You cry out, pure euphoria washing over your whole body. 

“That’s it baby. Fuck, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight. Look so pretty coming for me.” Dieter talks you through it until the haze of your orgasm fades. “Here or the bed?” 

“Here. Get in me. Now.” You grab at his hair, pulling his face back up to yours. You kiss your own slick off his lips hungrily as he clumsily shoves his pants down far enough for his cock to spring out. He slides it through your folds a few times before notching it at your entrance. 

You grab his hips and pull him into you, throwing your head back and arching your hips up into him. “Impatient.” He grumbles it into your neck, but thrusts himself into the hilt, clearly as desperate as you. He barely gives you a chance to adjust before he’s drawing back and thrusting into you again. His breath leaves him in a low growl that has a new gush of slick coating his cock. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him back into you every time he pulls out. His thrusts are shallow from this angle, but he’s slamming into you so hard it doesn’t matter. You slot your lips together, not really kissing, just breathing each other in. 

“Dieter, I’m gonna come again,” you can feel your walls tightening around him, drawing him deeper into you. He shifts his angle slightly so that his pelvis grinds against your clit every time his hips meet yours. Your nails dig into the meat of his shoulders, dragging down to his lower back as your whole body tightens and spasms around him. 

For a moment, as you catch your breath, you think your hearing must have gone out. Dieter is buried to the hilt inside you, torso pressed flush to yours, but you don’t hear the music anymore. “Want me to flip it to the B side?” Oh. He just fucked you for the entire A side of the track and he’s still not done. 

“Yeah sure,” you huff a laugh into his hair. He lifts up, presses a kiss to your lips and pulls out of you with a groan. Your cunt flutters around nothing, missing the feeling of him inside you already. You get a good look at his cock now – thick, uncut, drooling precum and covered in your release. He’s so pretty. 

 He flips the record to the B side and then pushes his pants down the rest of the way, leaving them in a black puddle on the floor. He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. “Thought I’d get a look at your B side too,” Dieter says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. 

“I think I hate you,” you mumble into the cushions. He just laughs and settles one knee on the couch, his other foot planted on the floor. He taps your ass cheek lightly.

“Up on your knees, pretty girl.” You shift to comply and he settles his hands on your hips, helping you up and burying his cock in you again in one smooth motion. 

“Fuck!” Your arms buckle and you drop to your elbows as he rails you. The new angle is so good it almost hurts. He uses his grip on your hips to pull you into every thrust, punching the breath out of you and turning your brain to mush. You couldn’t tell him what song is playing right now if your life depended on it. All you hear is your own strangled moans and the praises he’s crying out into the air. 

“So fucking beautiful. You’re so tight and wet, fuck. I’m gonna come baby. Can I come in your pretty pussy? Please?” You nearly come again at that. The thought of being full of him. 

“Yes! Yes! Dieter. Come in me. Need it. Please!” He buries himself inside you and stays there and you can actually feel his cock jump inside you, hot spurts of cum filling you up. He curls himself over your back and you both collapse into the couch. 

He rolls onto his side, pulling you with him and tucking your back to his chest. He doesn’t pull out of you, just tangles your legs together and wraps his arms around you. You both just lay there in a daze, listening to the rest of the album. When “European Son” fades out and the record starts clicking, Dieter finally slips his softened cock from you. He stands up and puts the record back in its sleeve, filing it back on the shelf. 

“If I go to the bathroom, will you still be here when I get back, or are you gonna steal my record and break my heart?” 

“Of course I’m gonna steal it,” you smile at him, still stretched out on the couch and not really planning on moving any time soon. He rolls his eyes, laughing at you and disappearing into the hallway. 

Maybe combining record collections isn’t completely off the table. If it’s with the right person. 

[anybodys-flowers]

hi wcif the nirvana and pulp fiction poster in your build post? tysm ♡

no prob <3 you can find the posters here.

[dennpooll]

Title: Five days with your crush as your roomate.

Author: Denn/dennpooll.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A STORY WHERE IT'S CHOSO X GENDER NEUTRAL READER!! THIS STORY IS FRIENDS TO LOVERS.

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Backstory:

You and Choso Kamo have been best friends for as long as you can remember. He loved you because you weren't like other people, you stood out, somehow, in some way. He always had a soft spot for you, you noticed whenever you were around, he tried to impress you by doing cool tricks with his blood manipulation technique, now this piqued your interest, you'd bring it up but he'd brush it off, thinking it was a joke and he'd play along. You couldn't help but notice the twinkle in his eye when you walked past, or even the way he acted around you. Also, you guys were in college by now, and fortunately, you guys were roomates! This'd be fun, right? Also, in this story, Choso is technically a curse, so nothing really changes. The dorm room you and Choso shared was fairly big, a kitchen, two bedrooms, 3 bathrooms (one in your bedroom, one in Choso's bedroom and one near the living room) and a living room. The design was modern yet plain and simple. Choso's room was filled with posters and different type of merch from rock bands (I also headcannon him to listen to Nirvana..) But yeah, his room was cozy, yours was simple but, it just layed in the corner of your room. Your room was just like an ordinary room, of course.

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The first day of living with Choso.

You just hopped out of the shower, in only your towel because you had forgotten your clothes, you placed your hand on the metal bathroom door handle and swung it open, your eyes widening as you see Choso in your room, seriously!? What was he doing in YOUR room? And he knew damn well you were showering so he thought you had been changing. You tried to speak, but no words came out, you swallowed the lump in your throat and wished that Choso wouldn't turn around. Choso turns around, of course he had to, he seemed just as surprised as you are, his jaw hanging open at the sight of your bare body wet, your hair soaking wet too. His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink and he stammered "I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't know you were here- sorry. I was about to uh, leave.." He managed to blurt out, his mouth as dry as a desert, his heart thumping faster than light, his body heating up and a shiver running down his spine, he reluctantly averted his gaze, a strand of his black hair falling onto his face. You chuckled and brushed it off, trying so hard not to blush "Yeah, no worries, it's chill." You said bluntly, smiling and walking out your bathroom "Ah, but.. I would appreciate if you'd leave my room, I need to change. Did you need somethin'? Or are ya snoopin' around like usual, hmm?" You added, narrowing your eyes playfully. Choso shook his head and left your room, closing the door behind him, there was a moment of silence before you started changing.

Time skip: one day later! (Day two!!)

It was a warm, sunny day, you were wearing a pair of baggy jorts, Converse shoes, Your low frame glasses, and a baggy, short sleeved, red T-shirt that had a basketball number on it and a bracelet that was plain black. You also had a spider necklace and your hair was styled normally. Choso was wearing a nirvana black hoodie and black sweatpants, his bluetooth headphones that were a shade of grey rested on his neck, and he had slippers on, because he was planning to stay in the dorm. You, however, were gonna have a night out with your friends. You invited Choso, but, he didn't wanna come, you practically pleaded him, but, he didn't agree. You looked at yourself in the mirror and sprayed on your perfume. You suddenly almost jumped at your phone buzzing with a notification, snapping you out of your trance. You let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was your best friend.

your best friend (messaging you): "Yo, what's good? So, I was gonna pick you and the others up in 30 mins, how does that sound?"

You smiled as your fingers glided across your phone keyboard, texting him back, the message read:

Y/N (responding to their best friend): "Yeah, no problem, can't wait <33 See ya there."

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Time skip to 3am

So anyway, your night out with your friends was amazing. You enjoyed it so much. And, well, since you were above 18 and allowed to drink.. Let's say, you had a bit too much to drink, you stumbled into the college, barely making it to yours and Choso's dorm room, as you gently knocked on the door, intoxicated with wine and whatever other drinks you were drinking "Choso.." You called out, your hair messy and clothes untidy, it was clear you were drunk, you smelled like an alcoholic parent at this point, and looked like one "Choso, man open-" you were cut off by the door swinging open. Choso in his pajamas on the other side, he looked like he was sleeping.

"Did you drink? Also, where the hell have you been.. It's like.. 3am, shit, are you okay?" Choso replies and steps aside to let you in, his annoyance fading away "Yeah.. I.. I'm sorry, honestly.. I had no idea it was THIS late." you replied as you walked in, hell, you couldn't even walk. You wobbled alot, just then.. Choso placed his hands on your waist, walking you to your room. "Hey- where are we going?" You asked, damn, you were clueless. "Are we going to eat? I'm hungry.." You asked bluntly. Choso internally facepalmed and he opened your door, putting you in your bed and tucking you in. You smiled up at him "Where's my smooch?" You asked with a smirk, your tone was drunken. "F*ck off," Choso said, chuckling "Good night, love." He added on flirtatiously. Your eyes widened and you stammered "Good night, emo boy." You said with a wink, and Choso giggled as he exited, your door closing behind him.

The next dayᥫ᭡ (day 3)

The sunshine shone beautifully through your curtains as morning rose up, the sound of birds chirping filling your ears as you woke up, you sat up in your bed, yawning and stretching. "Ahhh, shit- I had the best sleep of my entire life! Wooohooo today is gonna be a good day, I know it." You said to yourself, with a smile plastered on your morning face. The day went on as usual, you attended your classes with Choso and you caught him staring at you subconsciously. You were writing your notes down when suddenly.. A note came flying at you, and landing on your desk infront of you.. Your eyes widened and you picked the note up and opened it slowly. You smirked when you saw it was from Choso.. But your heart stopped when you read the note fully. The note read:

"You look amazing, y/n."

You internally cursed yourself for being so affected over such a small compliment. Compliments were nothing new, of course.. But from Choso? They felt different.. Even if it was simple, you just couldn't deny you liked it, just when you were in your trans, you were snapped out of it by your dumb bully. "Oi, gimme money." You bully asked coldly "I don't have any, sorry." You replied simply and the bully scoffed and walked away, you were about to get up when Choso approached your desk "Hey, uh, Y/N.. I wanted to ask if you wanna go out with me.. I mean, as friends.. We've been friends since kindergarten and.. It'd mean a lot to me!" Choso asked, with a nervous smile and his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. He felt a rush of excitement rush through him. "Yeah, why not?" You replied, with a warm smile. You felt your body heating up, you felt amazed and admired by Choso.. And.. Also another feeling you felt towards him that you couldn't quite place a finger on, but, judging by this, we all know what feeling it is by now. Later the night, you dressed up good for going out, and, so did Choso. Choso wore just 2000s style, and he looked good. Better than you'd admit, but hey, we were all at that stage once, afraid to say too little or too less, he'd understand, right?

At the restaurant.

Choso smiled at you as you ate your dinner. You paused and swallowed your food, quirking an eyebrow up and smirking "Got a staring problem, creep?" You asked jokingly. "Who could blame me for admiring a masterpiece. I don't know who's more blessed, you by your beauty or me for meeting you." Choso replied sincerely. You almost choked on air. You just chuckled nervously. The night was enjoyable, but the tension was undeniable. Later that night, you laid in your bed, cuddling your pillow, fantasizing of Choso.

Day 4 ✰

Choso had been watching you more intently, like a Hawk, almost, it made you concerned.. But later you eventually forgot about it, until Choso came up to you and he said this.. "You look really nice today.." Choso said, avoiding your gaze. You hummed in response, smiling and then saying "Ah, so that's why you couldn't keep your pretty eyes off of me?" You replied, smirking and leaning in, both yours and Choso's body mere inches apart, Choso's breath hitting on your skin and tickling your skin accidentally which made you shiver. You reluctantly leaned back and Choso cleared his throat "I should go to my room." Choso said nervously as he walked back to his room. You just chuckled at his nervousness, your heart beating in anticipation. You felt desired to be with Choso, no, infact you NEEDED to be with that man. Choso kept his eye on you for the past day, he interacted with you and helped you out with chores, being a good roomate.

Later, you were writing in your diary about Choso.. And uh, you had a phase where you liked one of your friends, and you wrote about it several times in your diary, and it was this year too. You groaned in frustration and giggled "What was I doing? How did I even like that person?" You said under your breath, closing your diary and placing it on your bedside table, before switching your bed side lamp off. You put your phone off, and got under the silky, soft warm covers of your bed, letting out a hum of satisfaction and comfort as you drifted into deep slumber. The faint sounds of owls and the leaves of the trees outside brushing against each other. It was calming, really calming.

Day 5: the final day ᥫ᭡

Choso had found your diary while you were out on a walk, but instead of him finding the stuff you wrote about him, where you said how much you loved him, unfortunately, he found the the notes about the other crush of yours, which, he was unaware that you didn't like any more. He was hurt, angry and confused, who was this person? Who is this friend? Are you trying to replace Choso? Or.. Is Choso a replacement for this crush because they didn't like you back? Does Choso mean anything to you? Do you even love him? Choso thought to himself, he cursed himself internally for being so affected by a diary, a mere diary. But he was going to confront you, and little did you both know, it'd get really messy. I mean, because it was YOUR diary and YOUR emotions, it was YOUR privacy that needed to be respected.

When you came back, you closed the door leading to your shared dorm room with Choso, but then when you fully turned around, a book was thrown at you, you yelped and just managed to catch it before it hit you in the face. You saw it was your diary.. "What the hell!?" You exclaimed..

"I could say the same thing, who's that person in your book that you like?" Choso replied. "Oh my friend? I don't like them anymore." You replied calmly. "Uh huh, just a friend, yknow what? Your not Adrien from that miraculous ladybug show or whatever. And I'm not dumb. Get out of here with your bullshit." Choso said coldly as he scowled. "The hell you scowling for? Are you a dog or some typa animal? Because your hair looks like a porcupine. Anyway, why are you so touched? You can't be THAT insecure, gosh." You said with a smirk, holding back from slapping the shit outta this emo ass mf. "Do you still like that low life friend of yours? Be honest." Choso asked through gritted teeth, his fists clenched to his side, and his knuckles turning white. "No." You replied truthfully..

"Bullshit!" Choso shouted furiously. "I'm telling the truth." You replied. "Oh yeah? Who do you like then?" Choso asked, clearly pissed off. "I like you Choso, no I love you, I loved you since we met in kindergarten, I love every second we spend together. I love every time you look at me. Everytime we speak." You admitted.. And Choso, his eyes were wide, fists unclenched, shocked, genuinely surprised and caught off guard, he was speechless. But.. He was happy. You just walked away, he wanted to stop you and tell you how he felt, but he couldn't move or even speak.. He was so overwhelmed and watched as the door to your room shut close as you entered your room, your diary at Choso's feet. He looked down, a pang of guilt hitting him like a ton of bricks.

Later that night.

Choso entered your room and sat on the edge of your bed, you sat up and looked at him, he held you close, you were now in Choso's arms. His arms wrapped around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck, confused. He took his hands off of you and got you on his lap, you were straddling his lap, your face mere inches away from his. Your breath hitched.

"I love you, Y/N. I always have, I didn't say anything because I'm scared of rejection. You are my world. No one ever made me feel so loved, you bright up my world. You are like food and water in my life, I need you, without you, I cannot survive. You shine bright like a star.. I love the way your always so kind and thoughtful, your playful jabs you throw at me. You are stunning, I don't care about looks. I always go for a good heart instead of good looks, but, you have both. I am more than blessed to have you, I sincerely apologize for my actions earlier, yes, I am insecure. I want you to be mine.. And only if you want, I only want what's best for you, I am happy if you are. I will protect and cherish you." Choso said genuinely, his gaze filled with love and admiration for you. You closed your eyes and leaned in, kissing Choso, both you and Choso's soft lips dancing together, a passionate dance, full of genuine love, your arms wrapped around his neck, leaning into him, his hands gripping your hips, you pulled back and smiled "I love you Choso.. I always will love you." You said, getting slightly emotional, you were the happiest human alive. "I love you too, y/n." Choso said with a small smile, blushing as he looked up at you, the way you straddled his lap, his eyes twinkled.

The end.

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(Edit: It's 5am rn and I'm tired, so I'm genuinely sorry if there's mistakes, but yeah, I hope y'all enjoyed, good night my lovely people, have a good night/day ᥫ᭡)

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Ok, but something I depreately need yall to understand about Nanami is that he's a fucking edgelord.

Look at this man in highschool and tell me he doesn't listen to Tool, and Nirvana, and MCR like look:

LOOK AT HIM! I Just know he listens to the cure.

Like, you go to his house for the first time and you find him playing Tekken 4, surrounded by band posters and listening to Iron Maiden cause Metallica is "too mainstream" for christ sake.

Y'ALL, MOST PEOPLE DO NOT GROW OUT OF THEIR MUSIC TASTE LMAOO. Corporate Goth is a thing for a reason!

Hes pulling up to the meeting fucking blasting Sleeping with Sirens and Bring me the Horizon, I know im not wrong.

And I mean like...the man wears a leopard print tie. Come on, that's so scene of him.

Nanami was a want to be mall goth that just didn't have the money, and now that he's an adult he's just embraced his role as the father figure that shows you what "good" music is.

Also, Nanami fucking loves fighting games. Completely unrelated, yes but I know this. I know this in my heart, I fucking know a Paul main when I see one. He will have full on impassioned agreements about how Paul won the King Of Iron Fist 3 tournament and was done so dirty by the officals, and HES RIGHT

[mariigoldzz]

I GOT 3 POSTERS! (nirvana hole + foo fighters)

Kurt has a bow

[sock-gato]

✨GET TO KNOW ME ✨

(Pfp and pic by @slimyballz)(thanks babe<3) 💜Haiii I’m sock!

💙But Chloe if we’re mutuals <3

💚I go by she/they!!

❤️WHAT I POST- my art, my photography, random stuff:P, and reblogs.

🤍LIKES <3- art, music (r&b, indie, alt, grunge, metal), liminal photography, horror, analog horror, reading, some video games, plushies, cats, cute stuff, blåhaj, ghosts, movies, stim boards, the outsiders, therian culture

💔DISLIKES </3- honestly not a whole lot…

🩷FANDOMS- FNaF, doll eye, TADC, TWF, DHMIS, SP (not super active in it), adventure time, lackadaisy, invader zim (also not super active), ena, furry art community, stranger things ig, sally face, Garfield, fallout, saw

🩵FAV MUSIC- Radiohead, modest mouse, MCR, nirvana, roar, glass beach, RATM, the garden, will wood, lemon demon, kid cudi, jack stauber, girl in red, mother mother, neutral milk hotel, the scary jokes, car seat headrest, Steve lacy, tv girl, AJJ, Tyler the creator

🤎FAV AESTHETICS- dreamcore, weirdcore, emptycore, liminal, kawaiicore, nostalgia core, grunge, soft core, 90s, 80s, analog

DNI- homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, z0o, m@p, racist, sexist, nsfw (I’m a minor), anti-furry, anti-therian, Sid from Toy Story

🧡5 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME-

~my favorite color is purple

~I collect posters

~Ultra strawberry dreams is the best monster flavor

~My favorite animal is the red panda

~I think worms are suppa kewl! 🪱 (worm safe blog)

💕“I stil can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all” -Jeff Mangum 💕

[wholelottawidows]

natasha's music taste <3

guys this is just my opinion so please don't attack me or leave negative comments 😭

A MAJOR TAYLOR SWIFT FAN

always saying that reputation is her favorite album but it's actually lover she just doesn't want to admit it, she says it's too romantic for her (reputation comes at close second)

i feel like she would give everything a listen except for country 💀

that's a line she's won't cross

sometimes when she doesn't know what to listen to she will turn on the radio and listen to the trending songs they are playing

for example cheap thrills by sia

yk which scene i'm talking about ;)

LOVES CIGARETTES AFTER SEX

let's face it who doesn't

knows every song lyric by heartbeat

for some odd reason i think she would really like the song babydoll by ari abdul

BIG BIG BIG LANA DEL REY FAN

her favorite album is definitely born to die

everytime she listens to diet mountain dew she knows every single lyric and screams it on the top of her lungs

i think she would really love the doors, pink floyd, led zeppelin, metallica, fleetwood mac, guns n' roses, the cranberries and other old rock bands

but the doors are her favorite :>

really really loves nirvana

probably had a huge crush on kurt cobain when she was a kid 🤭

ALSO A HUGE HUGE HUGE CRUSH ON DOLORES O'RIORDAN

girl didn't know if she wanted to be her or be with her frr

her whole room was filled with her posters

ode to my family on repeat 24/7

actually really likes rap music

she's isn't really into trap but the 90s & the early 2000s stuff is pure perfection for her

dr dre, mobb deep, 2pac, nas, 50 cent, ice cube, the wu-tang clan, mf doom, coolio, snoop dogg, outkast, jay z & eminem

she especially loves the song keep their heads ringin' by dre dre because it was one of yelena's favorite songs growing up <3

from the newer stuff definitely loves kendrick lamar, tyler the creator, denzel curry, little simz but joey bada$$ definitely holds such a big place in her heart 🫶

LOVES AMY WINEHOUSE & LESLEY GORE SO MUCH IT'S IMPOSSIBLE

sza has been in her rotation lately because of her new album but ctrl will always be her favorite one

she was acting like a child on christmas morning when rihanna finally preformed again at super bowl

I DON'T CARE SHE IS DEFINITELY A LITTLE MONSTER AND HAS BEEN ONE SINCE AS LONG AS SHE CAN REMEMBER

definitely listens to lady gaga everyday

recently got into slipknot & tv girl

[nagirambles]

Hi I was wondering do you have any HCs or theories on Mira , Laxus or Erza as guild masters ? All 3 of them have potential Mira cause she likes how rowdy the guild is , plus she worked with the master as well , Laxus he had character development as well as wishes to be the master while Erza did come the master for a short time we never seen what type of master she would have been. Hope this ask ok,hope your doing ok and ignore the haters ,their just losers. sending love your way🎂

This sounds like a fun idea! I talked about Laxus being Guild Master before so here, I'll focus on the other two this time then.

I really do think any of the prominent characters in the guild becoming guild master would be a good finality to the character arc for them, and I really love that about Fairy Tail. Other than these three I can think most notably of Cana having an amazing reign as Master. But we're not here to talk about that.

Starting with Erza! She pretty much did become Master but Mashima was a coward I'm joking so. I honestly think she could become the honourable female leader that Knightwalker couldn't be post-Edolas. Revered, respected, and beloved in Magnolia--- noble, humble, and graceful. Honestly, I think she'd most fit the image of a 'guild master' that we expect to see in fantasy stories. The badass woman in the back of the guild, whose sword can destroy continents, who everyone fears and relies on. She lets everyone run wild in her guild, she joins in and encourages brawls, sometimes she even starts them! She beats you up with a smile on your face. But when danger comes, she's the front of the line, roaring to declare the charge. I suppose when the generation comes around, she'll be known as 'greatest female swordsman in the nation, the guild master of Fairy Tail', and she would be such a prominent draw. She's the kind of character you see in fantasy stories set up at the end goal or something, and she undeniably lives up to the name. Fairy Tail will definitely start growing more into its name with her as the Master, and I really do feel it's such a fun way for the guild to advance and live on with Mavis' whimsical spirit.

Erza becoming guild master means a lot to her as a character. She comes to the guild to chase after the remnant of Grandpa Rob, and it's so fitting for the message of 'putting yourself at risk to protect what's important to you/family' that FT represents. She has this dilemma the most in the guild, it's a struggle she constantly reminds herself to overcome from TOH to Tenrou (you don't die for your friends, you live for them). She stops Jupiter, she stops Natsu vs Gray with her bare hands. She sacrifices all her feelings to hand Jellal over to the council in Nirvana, and later helps Wendy out of the same broken heart. Remember when Rob died to protect her, and Makarov (almost) died to protect Fairy Tail at Alvarez-- it seems fitting that this selfless desire to see the next generation persist all lives on in her. She continues a parallel, and the position just seems right. She has genuine character growth that doesn't discredit her selfless nature as dumb and unnecessary-- she slowly grows to learn what's worth sacrificing for, what's worth living for, and when to make tough decisions, and all of that are great building blocks to becoming someone that can lead the next generation of selfless idiots.

Onto Mirajane! I envision Mira being so unsuspecting honestly. Imagine the boss of a big company coming by in a janitor's outfit, cleaning the floors. She leads VIPs to the empty master's office and serves them tea and stares at them from the doorway. She waits until a full ten minutes has passed before cracking up and telling you she's the Master, actually, how do you not recognize the person you have a meeting with? That's Mirajane. That's Mirajane, poster girl and barmaiden of Fairy Tail, who serves everyone beers and cocktails day in and out. She has so much patience she lets the guild absolutely wreak itself to pieces, she'll rebuild it, it's fine~ she wouldn't even react if you accidentally destroy a whole upper floor. Total ara ara character, unbeatable big sister energy. Everyone worships her and hails her like a goddess. Because of this, I also see people underestimating her/thinking her position is something earned from being pretty, especially when her she-devil stories fade to history.

While I think Erza would continue taking plenty of missions everywhere, Mirajane would stay where she is in the guild, like Makarov, staying there and being the one consistent face that always welcomes you home no matter what you do, how long you've been gone, and what hour you've returned. She would wish you a safe journey as you go, and you can always be back with a warm meal and a dear song and party. (Just like how they all welcomed Lisanna home.) She becomes the living symbol of home and love and family to everyone in FT, and I think that's very fitting for the character that's always symbolized motherhood and big-sisterhood to me in Fairy Tail. She has the most love and warmth in the guild that she extends to anyone (Yukino, for example) and she's definitely the kind to pick up stray children and bring them into the guild. Of course, when mom's angry, everyone better pray for their lives!

That's all! Thanks for the ask!

[allthingsgrunge]

Pearl Jam with Special Guests Tribe After Tribe

May 5, 1992 at the Glenn Miller Ballroom

CU Campus/Boulder

1992 Pearl Jam Multi-Signed, Inscribed Set List (3 Signatures), Ticket, Backstage Passes (2) and Concert Poster - Featuring Eddie Vedder, Stone Gossard, Dave Abbruzzese - JSA LOA

Description

It's hard to describe unless you witnessed it yourself. Still, Grunge broke Heavy and Hair Metal's stranglehold over popular music seemingly overnight after Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" overtook the airwaves and MTV, which led us to Pearl Jam. Fronted by Eddie Veddar, Pearl Jam emerged from the fertile Seattle music scene, and their debut, Ten, reverberated around the world as a clarion call. Powered by the hits "Alive," "Jeremy," and "Evenflow," the band rocketed to superstardom and is credited with solidifying alternative music's place during the 1990s.

Offered is a ticket stub and poster, set list, and two VIP passes from Pearl Jam's May 5, 1992, show at the Glen Miller Ballroom in Boulder, Colorado. The set list for the concert, promoted by 106.7 KAZY, contains the songs "Evenflow," "Oceans," "Jeremy," "Alive," "Black," State of Love and Trust (which appeared on the Singles soundtrack), "Once," and "Porch." The setlist tracks, penned in black marker by an unknown hand, are signed by Eddie Veddar, Stone Gossard, and Dave Abbruzzese with a black marker. An LOA from JSA accompanies the setlist for the signatures. The poster contains light edge and corner wear and minimal scuffing. The VIP passes display wear typical of handling, while the stub is in overall fair to good condition. 

[lady-of-sorr0wz]

Finally making a intro after a year of having this acc

HIIII IM RAY

He/they

Gay

Trans

Minor

Infp

I love music, art, singing, and writing

And i especially LOVE mcr (im so normal abt them)

Favorite bands

Mcr, the misfits, the cure, bikini kill, siouxsie and the banshees, linkin park, kittie, soad, slipknot, oingo boingo, bratmobile, bauhaus, dead Kennedys, nirvana, hole, ramones, the clash, black flag, ptv, fob, evanescence, flyleaf, new order, talking heads, pencey prep, strawberry switchblade, depeche mode, joy division, x ray spex, descendents, circle jerks, rancid, echo and the bunnymen, le tigre, sex pistols, bad religion, lunachicks, p!atd, green day, weezer, korn, blur, cranberries, babes in toyland, sisters of mercy, christain death, adolescents specimen, minor threat, the used, the runnaways, and alien sex fiend.

Theres more but thats the main ones!!

Fandoms

Mlp

Sally face

IT

Stranger things

Fnaf

Umbrella academy

Doctor who

Gravity falls

Random stuff I like :3

My friends, cats, porcelain dolls, rats, cds, tea, books, comics, clowns, bones, old horror, horror movies, jupiter, garfield, rain, hair dye, posters, stuffed animals, forests, youtube, painting, mcr interviews, fashion, video games, vintage stuff, dinosaurs, gothic art/literature, architecture!!!

Fun facts about me!!

I have two cats and one is older than me

Im very close with my cousins

My family and my cousins + my aunt and uncle go over my grandmas for dinner every Friday and we’ve been doing this since before I was born

Im an introvert but im a very loud and talkative person (i never shut up)

I make my own patches and band tees

I want to be in a band and make comics/regular books for a living

I have red bangs and black hair right now

I wear glasses with giant circle frames so i look like one of those cartoon nerds

My full name is rain dash and so ppl always compare me to rainbow dash from mlp

When i was four years old my favorite songs were for whom the bell tolls by metalica and come together by the beatles

I have one little brother

My grandparents have around 15 cats

My aunt and uncle have 6 cats

THATS EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF RN!!

[blimbosworlddd]

Nirvana: A Rock Lee Tale (Chapter 3)

Summary: Your dating life is terrible. Your friends’ marriage is fantastic. Your career as a medic is doing great, though. But you aren’t happy. However, after one quick trip to the Mighty Rock Dojo, you stumble upon the most magnificent man you’ve ever met- the taijutsu master- Rock Lee.

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, (light) descriptions of blood and violence, usage of the N word. The reader and Lee are in their 20s but virtually any age group that is 18 and up can enjoy this story. Again 18+, minors do not interact… pls.

Word count: 4.49k

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You snatch your phone and squeeze its power button as if trying to choke it dead, tossing it back on your nightstand with your face still buried in your Sanrio plushies. You slowly turn your body to lie on your back, rubbing your eyes resentfully as the morning light threatens to blind you. To your dismay, your sight finally adjusts and you force yourself to sit up. Your mood is always sour after a deep slumber, and the placelessness of your home isn’t doing much to alleviate that; your room is messy - bags of random shit on the floor, small containers full of trash, neglected dishes in strange areas. And yet there is no real personality to your room; no posters, no vibrant colors, the Kuromi and My Melody pillows you bought just seem like a lazy attempt at decorating such a boring space. Even the smell of your room consists simply of old hand-me-downs and stale food. But you have no energy to change that. Especially not on a work day.

If it weren't for Lee driving you home last night you’d be hurting even more than you already are. You walk into your bathroom and turn your sink faucet, wondering what his morning routine consists of. He always seems so put together and disciplined- you never see him in a low mood besides the time he thought he was weirding you out. Which gives you a warm, tingly feeling inside. You brush your teeth, take a shower, do your skincare, and decide to put on a purple nursing uniform - you want to feel a bit more regal today. Sliding off your bonnet, you neaten the coils of your hair with a basic style and a couple of decorative jewels you bought from the beauty supply. 

You only prepare cereal for breakfast, just need to put something in your stomach before taking your meds and vitamins. Your entire apartment is silent, aside from the subtle crunching as you chew, and the tick-tocking of your vintage clock - which never tells the right time. The lighting of your kitchen is dull and old, and the cracked white paint coating the walls threatens to peel away with every passing second. You wash your bowl and spoon after eating. You hate taking pills because they almost always get stuck in your throat. But you need them, at least that's what your psychiatrist says, what your family says, what the internet says.

You head to the living room and put on your coat (the news says the temperature will drop), carry your other necessities for the day, and lock your front door behind you. The train you take to work is a couple of blocks away, and as you walk there you shut your mouth to keep your teeth from clattering.

“Shit,” you hiss, watching your breath frost in the air as you dig your fists in the cotton of your pockets. You would’ve asked Shika to drive you to the hospital but he’s already working in his office, and you just didn't wanna spend your precious money on an Uber. Plus… you need the exercise? 

-

It's been a month since you and Lee first met. As you make your way to the hospital, Lee’s training his disciples with Neji. They both stroll together while monitoring the men who stand on their arms instead of their legs, descending and rising with every push-up. They’re quiet like trees, anyone can see the almost agonizing dedication mold the contours of their muscles as they lift their bodies. It reminds Lee of the times he never failed to catch how your widening eyes would ogle his profession - his passion - with pure adoration. You’d cheer on his students when they duel and support the ones who struggle or are insecure with their craft. 

“Thank you for assisting me on your day off, Neji. I know how busy life gets,” Lee says, scratching the back of his head while watching for any signs of faltering performances. 

Neji nods with a quiet scoff. “You know I'll always have room for taijutsu, and you’re family.” He folds his hands behind his back. “How’s the dojo?”

Lee’s eyes light aflame. “It’s never been better! More people are attending after y/n joined.”

“Ah…yes, I never got to properly thank her for her treatment. It was excellent.” Neji tilted his head up, dwelling on the patches he had removed several days ago.

“I know, right? Members who didn't visit often started coming every week just to see her. She teaches such great things.”

Neji hums with acknowledgment. “You should tell her that. Maybe during dinner?”’

Lee looks down at the matted floor, eyes frowning with a lopsided smile. He grips his nape with a chuckle.

“Hehe, I dunno. She seems hella busy.”

Neji scowls, his long locks swaying to the shake of his head. “Everyone’s busy. Don’t let that stop you from having fun.”

Lee sighs.

“Thank you, Neji.” His hand falls to his hip. Both men ignore the growing grunts of exhaustion amongst the students.

“Plus she might be lonely. Like you.”

“I’m not!” Lee sputtered. “I have you, Guy Sensei, my students -“

A faint crack resonates in the short distance- causing them both to snap their heads at his disciples- a couple of them break their positions, resting on their knees as they gasp for air. Lee claps his hands firmly, making sure the cacophony echoes throughout the dojo..

“COME ON EVERYBODY, YOU GOT THIS!” Lee hollers. “IF YOU CAN’T DO FIVE HUNDRED PUSH-UPS, THEN DO ONE THOUSAND SQUATS!”

“YES, SENSEI.” The students yell back, some landing on their feet so they can squat while others continue to push up on their hands. 

Neji clears his throat. “Yes, you have us, but I saw how you looked at her. When was the last time you went on a date? You used to love meeting new people.”

Lee’s lips slowly press together while he stares down at his feet; images of him chugging bottles of liquor, fucking nameless women, neglecting his dojo, and the painful numbness of it all flash before his eyes.

 “I… I was in a dark place.”

Neji turns to Lee and stops him, his eyes softening when he watches his friend blush in shame.

“You can still have healthy romantic and intimate relationships. Did Guy Sensei ever teach you to let your past determine your future? To let someone’s actions spoil your happiness for good?”

Lee’s round eyes wander back up in thought.

“Hmm, and yet he never let me live down the time I set his signature jumpsuit on fire trying to iron it out.”

Neji tried to smirk, but the hilariousness of that memory cracked his face with a reluctantly big smile.

“He was devastated.” Neji replies. “Wouldn't look at you until you made him another one -”

“And when he would look at me, he’d look at me like I hit a dog or some crap!” Lee guffaws, leaning his arm on his friend who shook with silent laughter.

“As I was saying.” Neji clears his throat once more. “Just give yourself a try. You might be glad you did it.”

Lee sighs again. 

“What are you, my guru or something?”

“Now, wouldn’t you like that?”

Both men chuckle at the thought.

-

It's 7:30, and you’re about to wrap up your final shift by preparing Ms. Fink for bed. You’re sitting beside her while she lies on a queen-sized mattress, monitoring her blood pressure while she’s sipping the milk you fetched for her. She lowers her cup with a grimace.

“My milk is cold.” She glares at the cuff tightening around her veiny arm. “If I drink it cold, then I can’t sleep. Go warm it up.”

Your eyes continue to scan the data for her vitals, the only thing giving away your disgust at her attitude is the subtle crease of your brows. You thank your ancestors for your professionalism because if you didn’t hold yourself to a higher standard, you’d tell her to go fuck her wrinkly face.

“I’ll do it right after I’m done recording your vitals for the night.”

You make sure to repress any natural vibrato in your tone that gives off irritation. Ms. Fink grunts an exasperated sigh, squeezing the chilled cup while frowning at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, child. I’ve just been so stressed lately and I haven’t been getting very good sleep. Don’t mind me, the TV will help doze me off.”

You gulp, taking note of the quiet static resonating from the television framed on the wall.

“Sure.” You mumble.

You deflate the blood pressure cuff and gently unwrap it from the patient’s arm, turning it off once all the important data is saved. You email Ms. Fink’s daily medical write-off to your supervisor, Brandon, and get your shit. You open the front door, but before you leave you turn to the old lady.

“If you need anything, press the red help button to your right. Brandon is on his way. Sleep well.”

You shut the door behind you and bounce.

As Ms. Fink carefully places her cup of milk on the nightstand, her eyes nearly bulge out of her sockets, lips quivering with spite as she stares at the door you exited from.

-

You open the door to the dojo and a bell jingles at your entrance. Some eyes land on you while others continue to focus on their preoccupations. Rock Lee whips his head at your entrance, excusing himself from Neji so he can approach you. He has to remind himself to not scramble and bump people out of his way just to get to you. You can’t help but lighten up at the eagerness that he doesn’t even bother to hide. When you're both face to face, your name tumbles from his lips as if he likes how it tastes when he says it; reciting it like a sacred poem. his personal way of greeting you.

“Hi.” You nearly squeak out, trying to compose yourself at seeing his effortlessly handsome smile up close.

You shrug off your coat and tuck your scarf in its sleeve, which reminds Lee of something.

“I have something for you.” He slightly raises his open palm to you, like he’s urging you not to move. “Can you stay right here for me?”

Every time he asks something of you, he’s so polite and dignified - it kinda scares you. There’s a fond sweetness in the deep timbre of his voice that he only uses on you. It feels like a spell he casts, one that you’re not immune to (yet). One that you’re not even sure he’s aware of.

“Y-Yeah, sure.” 

So you stand there, watching him jog to your office. You soon meet Neji’s gaze. He smiles at you, approaching you with a calculative stride. Once you recognize him, your jaw drops a bit and your eyes light up like bulbs.

“You’re the guy I patched up on my first day here!” you point at him childishly, like a toddler who notices their favorite show airing on TV.

Neji chuckles, “Yes, I am.”

“Gee, I ain't never seen no one fight like you before.”

“Thank you…”

Neji appreciated how you didn't try to compare him to his friend or any other fighter in particular.

“I see your wounds have fully healed,” you continue.

Neji nods. “And for that, I never got to properly thank you. You're one of the finest nurses I've ever had the pleasure of being treated by.”

“D’awww,” you coo as you stare at your shoes. “I try.”

“I’m Neji, by the way. I used to train here every day with Lee until I started pursuing careers of my own.”

“Y/n.” you chirp, offering your hand for a shake. “It's nice to finally meet you.”

He reciprocates with a gently firm hold, yelping when Lee nudges him out of the way to face you. Neji nudges him twice as hard and reclaims his position, side-eyeing him a glare that said “act like you got some damn sense”. You giggle at their dynamic, they reminded you of Shika and Temari.

Shika and Temari, huh?

“Here!”

You look down at Lee’s big hands, presenting you with a pair of lavender cotton slippers. They look so soft and pretty. You glance up at him, and he stares you down with eyes that are so expectant and pure.

“These are f’me?” You deadpan.

“I could see, sometimes, that you like light variants of purple. Plus the only thing protecting your feet from this god-awful floor,” he chuckles nervously, “are the socks you wear when you take off your shoes.”

You remain silent, staring back down at the gift.

“Plus you’ve done so much for us already, the least I could do is make sure you’re comfortable when you work.”

You could feel your chin tense up, threatening to quiver your bottom lip. You gently bite the plump flesh and kick your street shoes off. No one other than your own father has done something like this for you, let alone some man you’ve only known for a month. You reach for the slippers, but he reels them back.

“Allow me to put them on for you.”

Neji chortles at his gall, and usually you would too. But it’s happening to you. You nod meekly, sitting down on a chair behind you. He kneels soon after, subtly caressing the meat of your calf before gently lifting it. His fingers feel so good cradling your legs like this. The outline of your feet alone is enough to show him how pretty they are. He puts your slippers on seamlessly, not even noticing that all of his students stopped practicing just to watch him give you princess treatment.

You are so flattered by this act of kindness. It makes you want to grab his thin muscular waist and hold him tight. And yet something slithers within you. It's freezing, it's isolating. It's damp, it's convincing. It's threatening and paralyzing and -

“Thank you,” you mumble coldly. You clear your throat and reel your legs away from him, snatching your belongings. The students create a path for you to make your way to your office. Lee and Neji watch your retreating form with widened eyes; you looked so happy at the gesture and then… you didn't. 

Neji leans toward his sulking friend and whispers, “Wait till Sensei hears about this.”

Lee folds his arms protectively, raising a bushy brow at the thought.

It’s fear.

Your peripheral vision catches narrow lines of redness on someone’s face. You stop and track them; it's a teenage boy with a nasty scratch mark on his left cheek. 

Duty calls, you think.

The teen carefully watches you walk towards him at a moderate pace.

“Why don’t I clean up that wound on your face before you go back to training? Make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

The boy obviously has his guard up; balled fists and slightly raised shoulders. He kind of reminds you of your middle school days. But ultimately, he accepts your offer with a subtle nod and pads behind you to your office.

You hang your coat on the back of your desk chair.

“Have a seat.” You quip.

He ignores your order, simply scanning the details of your room. Accepting his defiance with a shrug- for you refuse to beef with a child- you kneel down to the cabinet below your counter and grab your first aid kit.

“I’m miss y/n. What’s your name?” To be honest, you were a fan of small talk. It helps you connect with people through the most awkward moments.

“…Sasuke.” The boy grumbled, refusing to look at you.

You put on some disposable nitrile gloves. “How long have you been training here, Sasuke?”

Sasuke leans back on the counter and unravels his fists, staring at the mood meter poster on the wall. 

“Three years.”

“Impressive!”

Sasuke’s eyes widen when he catches you getting closer to him, a damp cotton ball trapped between your fingers.

“Let me know when you’re ready.” Uneasiness radiates from his glare alone. “Just gonna clean the excess blood off first.”

The tiniest pout contorts his dry lips. “Fine,” he mumbles.

You start with cleaning the blood around the abrasion, gently rubbing the cotton against his messy skin.

“This is gonna sting,” you coo.

You throw away the used cotton swabs and pour a bit of antiseptic on a new one. You dab it directly on the open wound, and as expected, he winces at the pain.

What you didn’t expect was for him to grab your wrist and yank it away from his face.

Your first thought was to call him a stupid brat and demand he do it himself, but you remember that you’re like - a professional at this. So you take a deep breath and place your tool back on the counter.

“What can I do to make this easier for you?”

Sasuke side eyes you, finally paying attention to your frown of concern and slight frustration. Your voice is smooth and raspy and calming to his ears, which is not the response he wanted from you. But it’s not a response he dislikes either, which makes him feel bad for being difficult. So he huffs and reaches for the bag of cotton balls beside you, taking one out and soaking it with the antiseptic. He hands it to you while staring at the mood meter across from him.

“Jus’ wasn’t ready.” He mumbles apologetically.

You sigh with a small smile and accept the cotton. “Thank you, Sasuke.”

The young man endures the sharp pain of the cold, damp fabric brushing off dried blood and raw skin. But it all falters when you dispose of the swab. You reach inside the medical kit for a wooden applicator stick, and some Neosporin.

“Rough day?” You pry as you spurt some antibacterial ointment on the stick.

Sasuke shuts his eyes, shoulders sagging with an almost exasperated exhalation in an attempt to relieve some stress.

“Me too.” You continue, spreading the colorless cream on a wound dressing pad.

The boy fully faces you this time, a bit shocked that you perceived his body language as an answer in itself. Are you that desperate for conversation? He thinks. Or are you just good at reading people? 

“Hold still please.” You order gently.

 He obeys, and you successfully patch up his left cheek. 

“Here,” you hand him a few more pads. “For daily replacements.”

Sasuke stares at the gift for a few long seconds before shoving it in his pocket, and slightly bows his head with gratitude. He turns around and pads to the door.

Before opening it, he speaks up with a firmer tone, “Hope your day gets better.”

He closes the door behind him, making sure you don’t get the chance to respond. 

My day already is, you think - knowing damn well that boy wouldn’t have come to you for help had you not confronted him. And your medical skills never disappoint, you just love to heal.

-

The Mighty Rock Dojo approaches its closing; Lee rolls up the mats, Neji has already left and the final customer walks out of the door with a farewell. It’s just you and Lee now… nothing new.

Lee lets out a hearty sigh after placing all the mats in their respective areas. “Man, am I beat!”

His stomach growls, making him slouch a bit as he caresses it. “And hungry…”

You giggle at him. He revels in the sweet sound, approaching you to hear more of it.

“What's so funny?” he smirks.

“You,” you deadpan.

His tummy growls again, a bit more impatiently this time.

“…Let me take you home so I can eat.”

He talks like he’s gone tired of you, but you can hear the playfulness in his tone a mile away.

“Yeah okay,” you drawl with a shit-eating grin, stepping into your street shoes and shrugging on your coat.

The drive to your home is pretty peaceful; Miles of city lights illuminate your path, A '90s classic plays in the background as you watch Lee's strong hand gracefully work the steering wheel. He reminds you of your dad in the sense that he’s so quiet when he drives while your dad can’t go a day without cursing and honking at other cars in front of him. It makes you smile fondly.

“How was your day?” you ask.

Lee glances at his rearview mirror in thought.

“Busy… and fun. Yes! Busy and fun.”

When he approaches a red light, he turns to you. “How was your day, sweetheart?”

With the way he called you that pet name, you could listen to him speak for hours.

“Hard,” you reply as you slouch down your seat, Looking straight ahead as your plump glossy lips pout adorably.

Lee just can’t help but smile when looking at you - marveling at how the street lights reflect off your deep complexion. How your coils shine with the obvious care and maintenance you treat them with. How your gorgeous eyes sharpen with a dedicated focus for every patient you treat. how your round cheeks puff up when you smile at something you find funny. how your face softens when you actively listen to someone. your nursing uniform doesn’t do your body much justice, but he can still make up the curves and crevices that adorn it. He marvels at how your thick thighs and hips expand when you sit. how your fat pussy lips poke through the fabric of your pants when you bend down to pick something up.

He’d treat you so, so good. Better than any man… He’d treat you so good if you’d just-

The red light turns green, and his eyes reluctantly focus back on the road.

"What has been hard about your day?” He asks.

The gentle lilt of consideration in his tone makes you want to talk about that old hag, your empty box of a home, and the fact that you hate your mind and how it perceives you. You so badly want to share all your worries. But you just shake your head in despair.

“Doing what you love isn’t always… fun…” you drawl.

Lee hums in agreement, his index finger lightly tapping the steering wheel in thought.

“Well just know that you’re doing fantastic so far. I’m really proud of you, y/n. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

You process his words and lean your head back as you picture patting yourself on the back. “Thank you for that. And thanks for driving me home.”

“It's my pleasure.” he chuckles.

Lee finally pulls up in front of your apartment complex. You don’t notice the veins on his hands popping out as he tightens his grip on the wheel.

“Alrighty,” you sigh as you shift your weight to open the door.

“Uhh, y/n!” Lee grunts out. “Do you have a minute?”

You let go of the handle and turn to face him. You are giving him your full attention like he asked, and yet he feels his heart hitting his chest. However, His relationship with fear is pretty healthy, he’d like to think. Lee releases the steering wheel and folds his hands. He takes a deep breath. You brace yourself for any embarrassment.

“I like you. A lot. And I think you like me too.”

His voice is so painfully clear in the confines of his car, that you can’t even dissociate with any background noise if you tried. Every word was delivered with a confidence and sincerity so fierce, that it feels like a trap. You hate that it feels like some sort of trap.

“I think you like me so much, in fact, that you won’t even accept it. Like, there’s this fear you’re so desperately trying to hide from me. And I don’t know why.”

You don't blink. Your eyes sting terribly but you don’t blink.

“I know we’ve only known each other for a month. But I’ve always wanted you and I think you feel the same.”

Your eyes gloss over, and your lips descend in a frown. He’s well aware of that, but he’s not done.

“So please correct me if I’m wrong but if I’m not, I ask you this: Will you, miss y/n, go on a date with me?”

Somehow, you forget how it feels to breathe. Everything feels like it’s happening so fast but at just the right time. How is that possible? You would usually never feel that way. How is this possible? Why is your face wet with tears? Why do you feel your throat choking on a sob? Why does this man look at you like there is nothing else he would rather do than look at you? Your mind is so cold, why is he so warm? What is this heat blooming in your chest? Why aren’t these tears of despair? Why do you no longer feel like isolating in a dark room but still have the urge to run? Why are you thinking of Shikamaru? Why do the memories of y’all dating pop up in your head? Why now of all times?

Lee patiently waits for your answer, his face falling in  empathy at how quickly you wipe your face.

“You’re right, Lee.” You slur pathetically. “I adore everything about you… wanna be with you every day.”

You scoff, glaaring at a parked car in front of you before looking back at Lee. You clear your throat.

“But I’ve been heartbroken too many fucking times to think that even matters anymore.”

More tears fall down your face and you sniffle, no longer bothering to wipe them away. The man before you sighs, taking in your disheartening state.

“You’re right, it doesn’t.” Lee suggests, leaning closer to you because you smell that divine. “But it’s because you’ve got your heart broken so many fucking times, that the most grace you can give yourself is to appreciate the current joys of life.”

You pause to process his words, that was the first time he’s ever cussed in front of you. It sounded like silk and sin pouring straight from his mouth. His delivery is smooth and tender, but the truth of the message is set in stone.

“Y/n, I don’t like to lead my life with a broken heart and neither should you. Please test me, because not only will I pass with flying colors,” he hooks the bottom of your chin with a gentle finger, tilting it up so you can see the deadly determination in his big, wondrous eyes.

“I will make sure you forget every man who has had the luxury of having you and the utter gall to lose you.”

Your eyes widen, because what has this man gone through to be so bold? You wanna fuck him right here in his car like a whore’s rent is due. But alas, you’ve been celibate for years, so you squeeze your hands to restrain yourself from ravaging his lips with yours.

“So now I ask you,” he prompts, teasing your bottom lip with his thumb. “What are you going to do about it?”

You close your lids to ring out any stray tears, and take a shaky breath. Because one thing you will never do, no matter how much pain you have to endure, is not be responsible for your own happiness.

“F-Fine,” you nod your head frantically, voice cracking and warbling with more tears. “I’ll go on a date with you.”

Lee’s face lights up with a smile so blinding that your mouth quivers into a wobbly smile itself, almost forgetting the fierceness of his prior gaze. He’s infectious.

“Thank you for trusting me, beautiful.”

And that was the night Lee made a promise to himself: that he would do everything your exes failed to and more.

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