#also anon not saying you would every repost someone else gifs and use me as an excuse

[marengogo]

one of the things that social media training aims is -

Cultivating proper social media etiquette :- social media can make or break celebraties, especially today. With the help of media training, celebraties can learn how to properly engage with people on social media.

that's what a internet says. and if you're sharing content from fans that smh implies that you're endorsing content from said fan accounts. you might not think this way but many do and the Thousands of comments on that @/taekookupdate accounts do feel the same.

about the comment on @/chikoritajjk yes it was necessary and needed cause i have ignored their comment last time to my ask i sent to someone but everytime it can't be the solution right? and if you think my tone was wrong let me tell you chikoritajjk ain't a saint where they talk with "let's have discussion" kinda thing cause i do remember when i sent an ask to someone to which they replied their tone was "what the hell people think they're? do think they have right to do this that, why do they think so Highly of themselves blah blah" and in my whole ask i never once used any curse language or accusatory tone in my that ask but chikoritajjk decided to reply with that tone so i know better. i ignored them last time and even this time i didn't say anything bad to them. i also have all the rights to comment on people who replies to my ask as chikoritajjk did so yes it was needed. they would be surprised to know how many times they have agreed to my other asks i have sent to other people where they have commented with "agreee 💯" like many times and that was the reason i ignored their comment on one of my ask i sent to other blog thinking that everyone is not gonna agree with you every single time.

idt there's further discussion needed on this topic cause atleast I'm done with this. i believe what i believe and nothing is going to change that so I'm putting this at rest from my side. this will be my last reply that's it.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ : Heavy cynicism up ahead, proceed with caution!

Hello Anon & Everyone, 

As promised, the following are my points to your ask, replied under your self-declared last post for this topic. So let’s go out with a bang shall we?

"why are you here if you think you're right" because i saw you saying that "Imagine if i have to check every acct i post from......" Thing where you directly indirectly said some people who think like this ain't gonna survive if jkk turned out to be not dating so i replied cause I'm a jkkr and no i don't think they're dating and i also do think tae should have double checked the acct before reposting. 

I will admit, this part had me a little confused. How did I indirectly say anything? I clearly said, and I repeat, some people will not survive if jikook turns out to not be real. Some people, such as myself, won’t if JK & JM turn out to just be friends, because we love them regardless. Some people, such as whoever person in the world to whom this may apply, will have existential crisis if JK & JM turn out to not be lovers. How am I responsible for the fact that you decided to associate yourself with the second group? If you don’t relate, don’t retaliate … I’ll keep repeating this until it sinks. If you are part of the first group of some people and being disappointed in Tae, then be part of that, or any other combination. That’s why I said some, because obviously I didn’t mean all … not sure how else to explain this but I hope it makes sense.

So i thought blogs are where you have discussions even when you're not agreeing to things so i did that but just got to know that you're supposed to block and scroll down.

 … We’ve already discussed this part in my previous answer. If you want to discuss, let’s discuss. If you come out gun blazing, let’s have a shoot out yadda yadda yadda. 

"the problem is is that the account is shipper account and no one's ready to have that conversation" for some people it might be like that but since you replied to my ask saying this let me clear this that i don't care if he's posting from shipper acct or any kind of acct my problem is that is anti and now unintentionally it got 42k around followers space where people belive he posted it after checking the acct so now they have all the rights to continue their hate. 

You see … damn … you almost had a point, but you fumbled the ball. So it is not about the fact that they are a shipper, which is the only thing that Tae could have assumed scrolling “really quickly” on a picture app, because i mean if the page is called taekook and in the first couple of pictures is only JK and Tae, not in NSFW, one could also, at the very least, think that this is a Tae and JK biased account, cus, what type of picture screams ANTI!? The pinned post, the english one. You will agree with me that it would take more than 3 seconds for a non english speaker to figure that one out, right? So if he by chance just so happened to keep opening posts with english written letters, and he has only so much time in a day in the military and all he is just not going to interact with ARMY because SOME ARMY have made it so that this fandom at the moment is a trap after trap after trap? … OH BTW, IF I EVER GET THE APPROPRIATE TIME AGAIN, I’M COMING FOR SOME OF Y’ALL IN TWITTER ARMY! 😎… Because YES, once again, it could have been the page of someone very dangerous, all the likes we listed previously, BUT as you just admitted is not even/really/primarily that, it’s more the fact that this is a JM anti hence the perpetuation of JM’s hatred for lack of Media training, which should have thought each member how to avoid situations where they cause endorsed hatred (I’m assuming you mean that for every member by the way) those are not the words you chose, but I think I summaries it quite well, which brings us to our next point:

Yes he's not responsible for what people think but he's responsible for what he posts. Media training is there for a reason if he had time to check his name tag I'm sure more 10 sec wouldn't have caused much problem. You said one scroll always don't tell you about the acct which i agree and i would have been fine again if those anti posts were down the page i would have assumed he didn't scroll that down and it's fine but ths posts are up there so in this case 10 sec would have been enough.

 You know who has the most effective and I’d dare say perfect Media Training? According to your internet search: Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter. Don’t interact with anyone. Don’t go for interviews. Don’t stop for nobody. Just post pictures and keep it moving. But BTS is not like that is it? BTS loves interacting with ARMY, and ARMY loves interacting with BTS. It’s just how our fandom is right? As the fandom got bigger and deranged, some things had to change them leaving Twitter, for example … but no matter the threat, the hate, the dragging, they keep coming to us because it is not all of ARMY, it is SOME ARMY which can y’all even be called ARMY at this point? 

Furthermore, not tryna throw JM under the bus but, wouldn’t you agree with me that every time that JM mentjons JK, he causes so much dragging, we’d get ot the core of planet Earth? Is JM endorsing himself being dragged? Or dragging JK at that, are we getting a 2 for 1 coupon? I mean, that letter he sent, according to your definition of media training was waaaay off the mark if you ask me. I’m I implying that JM doesn’t have the right to talk about whatever the fuck he wants, whenever the fuck he wants when it is something related to himself, even if it will MOST CERTAINLY cause dragging? Many of you out there don’t realise that VMIN are actually different sides of the same coin, or ying-yang, etc. You’d think by now some of y’all would have noticed, but … 

AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED WITH IU’S!! HOW COULD SHE!!! In her new song, the one that is going to come out on the 24th you know? Love Wins All, is presently the craze of some tkk shippers because IU is wearing a lip ring, a black hoodie and seems to be very comfy with a camera; I mean ... JK much so then ... is Tae JM? (His outfit thus far seems to match with something JM would wear, so hey! YOU NEVER KNOW 🤡🤡🤡)? That’s what they are obviously adding dots to, because you know JK is the only to have ever wore a lip ring, with a hoodie while being interested in filming 🤡🤡🤡… Media Training classes had the lowest attendance in the history of SK if you ASK ME! … Students nowadays! Honestly, no respect! We should bring back hand smacking I tell you!

I hate it when people thinks that just because we're pointing out something it's gotta have something to do with "shipping" when we don't care about it that's why i replied. That's all i wanted to clear although i do have things to say but it's waste of time so it's agree to disagree situation.

If that’s how you feel, you are free to feel however you want to feel. If I could suggest something though, you could really benefit with substituting ALL/WE with SOME/I cause who is we? Some of Twitter “ARMY” we? I’ll have you know that some of the people who were disappointed in Tae did not feel how you did and there was definitely no projection on their part, so just putting that out there. Also, start caring less about what people think, I believe BTS has had to embrace this particular thought process in order to be able to carry on. It can be difficult at times, and you’ll need lots of practice, but it can be done TRUST ME, or don’t! up to you. 

about the comment on @/chikoritajjk yes it was necessary and needed cause i have ignored their comment last time to my ask i sent to someone but everytime it can't be the solution right? and if you think my tone was wrong let me tell you chikoritajjk ain't a saint where they talk with "let's have discussion" kinda thing cause i do remember when i sent an ask to someone to which they replied their tone was "what the hell people think they're? do think they have right to do this that, why do they think so Highly of themselves blah blah" and in my whole ask i never once used any curse language or accusatory tone in my that ask but chikoritajjk decided to reply with that tone so i know better. i ignored them last time and even this time i didn't say anything bad to them. i also have all the rights to comment on people who replies to my ask as chikoritajjk did so yes it was needed. they would be surprised to know how many times they have agreed to my other asks i have sent to other people where they have commented with "agreee 💯" like many times and that was the reason i ignored their comment on one of my ask i sent to other blog thinking that everyone is not gonna agree with you every single time. 

I don’t know what you wrote, but cursing isn’t the only grammatical structure which makes a sentence offensive, people have different triggers, unfortunately you can’t know what triggers people so that hard, but for example some people might find my post highly triggering with my use of cynicism, but at least I had a disclaimer 🤡. But anyways, what is this? Are you trying to have a ah-ha! moment with them because they happened to agree with something you said, while they disagreed with something else you said? Are two people meant to agree/disagree with the same thing all the time in order to get along/ not to be considered whatever it is you think they are...? I know you can’t be implying this, so I will not do you the dishonour and keep it moving. 

Aaand it seems we’ve reached the end. Glad we’ve now finally put this topic behind us as per your decision. Keep supporting, and fighting for JM. I mean it. If what you, and some of y’all, have been doing thus far hasn’t been working, I’d maybe sit down and figure out other ways to get to the root of the issue reporting accounts and a less blaming/projecting type of approach in spreading awareness do the job they are meant to, it may not seem so, but they do as long as it is done. Fighting!

Always respectfully yours,

Best regards,

Marengo.

[artisticmenace]

PROSHIPPERS DNI I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!

Other DNIs below.

im approachable and you should talk to me. cue hypnosis. on or off anon. you can literally never talk to me again if you wanted. this is the internet and idk who you are or where you live ok.

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Hello, dear friends and accociates. Welcome to the normal info section.

hiii. I'm tabs. I'm suuuper gay(asexual panromantic). I'm also an artist. Any scorn or prejudice will be promptly ignored. Criticism will be looked over as long as its constructive. i am american 🇺🇲🏈🦅🤠

profile picture forever and always by me. unless this message changes in which im not using my own art as a pfp anymore.

fun facts:

im not a stoner but a lot of people think i am

i <3 maximalism and i want to be cecil palmer

in an ideal world i would be a clown

Status:

dude i AM the stress ball

About me:

I have a bunch of OCs, and I'm writing so many (unfinished)books... Yeah, that's right. I like to suffer and die creatively TWICE!! I can not be helped. I'm just goofy like that sometimes. I hate most non canon ships for fandoms im in, but I'll probably just go "ew" and leave you alone(depends on the ship, really). I haven't been tested for autism or ADHD but enough things line up, so I'm like 80% sure. The 20% is self-doubt. I like to dress fancy, and my general look is deep woods cottagecore that has recently drank from the lake of maximalism. You won't see pictures of me, probably, because my room is NOT clean. Sometimes, I vent on here, but that's because I am the only demographic this blog needs. I love you, too, but your feelings are only being considered a little bit. I use tone tags every now and then if I feel I would be misunderstood. On that note, I am more likely to ignore or ask for clarification if you say something rancid or silly than get on your ass about it.

Those Days:

I'm gonna be making a comic called Those Days about a small town old gay couple, Scott and Rodney, telling their life's story. They've been friends since their sophomore year in high school, and they've seen a lot. Scott was a punk, to say the least.

For the actual comic, you'll need to thosedayscomic, the blog I made for the comic.

^^ I'm currently working on the first issue. I do have lots of art of them though.

Tags for my comic:

those days, those days comic. also any character names first and last.

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Current Fixations:

Camp Here and There (Waiting for S2)

Welcome to Night Vale (all caught up)

The Magnus Archives (help)

The Magnus Protocol (screaming)

Good Omens (wkealt. wbotpfalt.)

Malevolent (ep 21. kayne and kellin are my wives)

What's Currently Crippling:

good omens is going to kill me. i will never be able to think of anything else what the hell

Also:

I love interaction! I will always discuss my interests, and l o r e when asked. In other words, PLEASE TALK TO ME !!!

i use ibispaintx btw and i watch the ads for my brushes

things you can do with my art:

- You can use my art as a pfp or banner on any social media(if u rlly want to) excluding twitch and yt if u have a channel AS LONG AS YOU CREDIT ME

- you can use my art for like. wallpapers and edits or wtv. i dont care if u post them w credit as long as you arent selling them.

things you can NOT do with my art:

- repost w/o credit

- actually just steal my art

- use it to train ai

- use it for anything commercial unless ive either a) given you permission or b) you commissioned/traded me or i gave it to you for free (this includes twitch and yt if you have an active channel that you post/stream on)

if any of this comes up i will start using watermarks again even though i usually dont cause no one is stealing from me rn.

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Art Requests/Asks: Open!!

Art Trades: Open!!

DMs: Open(as long as you arent a creep or an asshole obviously)

(cant do commissions because the world hates me but dont be shy to trade me. not particular on what i get back as long as i made someone happy. cause it feels amazing to see something i did made someone happy)

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DNI LIST because I'm a little hater:

proshippers (what the fuck. what the actual fuck. fictional or not.)

active members of the hazbin/helluva fandom(if i am reminded of that shitshow when you interact with my page UTAFSHBDBDBDJNSJAGAHAOSHHAGA)

racists, sexists, homophobes, transphobes, etc

pro-israel.

18+ blogs (a whole minor)

those problematic "sexualities" (ex. super straight, MAP, zoosexual)(also RCTA what the fuck)

people who fake disabilities/mental illness

people who actively misuse words that describe mental illnesses even though they are well informed about that sort of thing

those fucking people who ruin pretty houses and antique furniture and old clothing. fuck you.

people who write smut about canonically sex repulsed asexual characters(jonathan sims) and just people who decide they dgaf about anything like that. bi-erasure, aro-erasure. anything erasure. i hope youre having a terrible day.

sydelijah shippers get out.

(this one is unserious) people who dont deadname twitter

PRO HOA YOU DONT EVEN BELONG ON TUMBLR FUCK YOU I HOPE MY FUTURE SOMEWHAT UNATTAINABLE MAXIMALIST HOME PISSES ON YOUR BABY

people who are mean to me. i havent had any yet but just in case. if you disagree with my take, thats ok bc you arent the demographic for my blog. I AM!!!! /silly srs

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Here's my sick tags:

artisticmenace - anything that is a post by me

menaceartisticity - art and art related things

themenaceuseswords- text posts. i say shit sometimes.

themenacerants - my new tag for when i lose my shit

menaceencouragement - words of solace and encouragement from me

menacepoetry - poetry/songs yeah. probably sad stuff cause im miserable sometimes

menacescrawling - writing. oh buddy boy.

menacemusicality - im a choir kid what do you want from me

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Thank you, I love you.

going to collect these things because why not

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butterscotch-goat

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[slightly-smarter-nat]

hi! I saw you where taking requests for stranger things, could I request Robin X fem reader where reader gets super overwhelmed on crowded public places and robin comforts her? If you are comfortable with this!

Madonna: The First Album || Robin Buckley

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety symptoms associated with Enochlophobia (fear of crowds); explicit language. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 3770 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon, I really appreciate it! This is set in 1985, just before the events of Season 3 really kick off. Also Robin is definitely a secret Madonna fan, so yeah. Also ‘Larry’ was just a random name that came to mind, it is not based on the Mayor in S3 lol. I hope you all enjoy! Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

Masterlist

GIF not mine

Madonna: The First Album: Robin Buckley-

“Come on! You’re wasting time, let’s go!” Robin says as she tugs incessantly on your arm.

You’ve barely finished locking up your car, using what strength you have to keep the key in the locking mechanism to finish the task; as Robin continues to pull at you.

“Robin, slow down. The Sam Goody store doesn’t even open up to the public till 9 am. You know Larry is opening up a bit earlier for you today, we don’t need to rush okay.” You say once you remove the keys from your car door.

“Precisely, it’s exactly 8:45 am, that gives us 15 minutes to get there before everyone else does, so move it!” Robin releases your arm to allow herself to move behind you and shove you forward.

You raise your hands up in surrender, opting to join Robin in a sprint towards the entrance of the ‘Starcourt Mall’; before she takes it upon herself to practically push you every step of the way.

As you manage to reach the locked doors, you place your hands on your knees, bending slightly to increase your breath intake from the exercise you were just forced to endure by your exhilarated girlfriend.

However, your efforts are interrupted when you notice Robin’s impatient tapping of her foot, you look up to see her staring at you, arms folded and waiting.

“Go on then, open the doors.” You say between each exaggerated breath.

Robin throws her hands up in the air as she spins around, “I don’t have my keys, otherwise I already would have!” Robin says as a matter of fact.

You roll your eyes as you take your work keys out of your denim jacket; one of the only perks of working at ‘Scoops Ahoy’, is the early access to the Mall, whenever you please.

“It’s a good job I'm always prepared, huh.” You tease as you use the silver bunch of keys to unlock the main entrance doors.

Robin releases an impatient breath, “If some dingus didn’t keep moving my keys then I would also be prepared and have them on my person at all times. Especially for vital situations like this one.” Robin playfully emphasises her point by gesturing to the locked doors; creating a barrier between herself and her prized possession awaiting her in the Sam Goody store.

You turn to her with a challenging gaze; moving to unlock the next set of doors, allowing the two of you to enter the welcoming area of the Mall.

“Well, if someone didn’t leave her keys on the floor when she stays over, I wouldn’t have to move them. Honestly Robin, no one likes stepping on a bunch of keys at 2 am on the way to the Bathroom. They’re worse than stepping on legos.” You justify to Robin.

Robin moves to place her hands on your shoulders, leaning on to your back to speak directly into your ear, “I would like to redirect your focus on the main purpose of today, and that would be to allow us to enter the mall before everyone else can so I can get what I came for.”

As soon as you finish unlocking the doors, you take Robin by the hand and head straight towards the Sam Goody store, “Of course you would! ‘The Breakfast Club’ is going to be awesome.” You say, knowing that’s not the main purpose of your visit to the Starcourt Mall on your day off, though catching a movie with Robin is on the agenda for today.

“I seriously hope you are joking. You know that today is ‘Madonna Day’. That’s right, her newest Vinyl comes out today, and if I don’t get it, it will be a catastrophe, pure chaos! The movie comes after, we can’t worry about that right now.” Robin explains as the two of you head up the staircase, leading to the first floor of stores.

As you speed walk alongside Robin, you take a moment to enjoy the serenity of the desolate mall, preferring its abandoned state compared to the colossal gathering it usually turns out to be throughout the day.

“You know, I still don’t get why you need this Vinyl so much, you have all of her newest singles on cassette.” You curiously question Robin, knowing at this point her room is a shrine for Madonna- her current favourite artist.

Robin halts her movements, glaring at you as if you just slapped her across the face, “I need any piece of merchandise Madonna releases, she’s so hot, so very hot and you know how much I love her music. As an avid fan, I need it in all formats, to thoroughly enjoy it and-“ You move in to plant a kiss on Robin’s lips, causing her to shake her head a little in response and widen her dazed eyes.

A blush spreads across her face; tainting her cheeks in a scarlet shade, “You want me to shut up don’t you?” Robin says shyly.

“Not at all, though I do want you to take a moment to actually breathe.” You assure her; loving how passionate Robin is about her interests.

Through her moment of surprise, she fails to realise where she is.

“You know, for someone who practically dragged me here, you’re making me wait an awful long time to go into the store.” Robin looks at you sceptically before noticing the neon pink and blue Sam Goody sign.

She shrieks in delight, jumping over to the door in an attempt to move the handle- realising it’s still locked.

This causes her to resort to leaning against the display window, gently tapping on it to get Larry’s attention.

“Larry, for once in your life be useful and open the door! This isn’t like band practice where you can just fall asleep on the job and hope no one will notice, so let me in!” Robin shouts, attempting to get her plea through the glass barrier. With Larry being a fellow Band member at Hawkins High, she knows just what to say to get his attention.

An extremely exhausted looking Larry wanders over to the door, opening it up at an incredibly slow pace. Causing Robin to tap increasingly more at the window to help encourage Larry to speed up his actions.

Once he unhooks the door latch, the door opens fully, causing him to wince at the sound of the repeated tapping, “Buckley, I swear to god if you do that one more time, I’ll ban you from the store, permanently.”

If this was any other day, Robin would have a set of quick remarks to fire Larry’s way. Luckily for him, she only has one goal in mind- to get her hands on a copy of Madonna’s newest vinyl.

She swiftly moves past him, not caring for his lecture on how she should be more cautious in her actions.

He looks towards you for a defence, causing you to shrug your shoulders at Robin’s actions. You’re not going to scold her for being excited.

However a blaring groan of dismay sounds from within the store, making it so you and Larry rush towards its origin.

As soon as you reach Robin’s location, you see her rifling through the vinyl collection, “Where is it? It has to be here, there is no way it’s gone!”

“What the hell Robin, I just organised those!” Larry speaks in a disheartened tone.

“Never mind that, where is it Larry?!” Robin says frantically, continuing her search throughout the new releases.

Larry looks to you in a questioning manner, “Where’s what-“

Before you can answer, Robin stops her movements to dig through her jacket pocket, ripping out a magazine clipping to show what she is referring to, alongside some random candy wrappers that she refuses to remove from each pocket.

“This! The ‘Madonna: The First Album’ re-release vinyl. You know with the style being Synth-pop, disco and the genre will be electronic pop, which according to my extensive knowledge of this store will be located right here with all the other electronic pop vinyls, yet it's not. You were supposed to get stock in last week but you forgot to input the order with your supplier because you were too busy trying to figure out which T-shirt Samantha Stone might like better, and let’s face it the effort was wasted because she didn’t even notice-“

Larry’s mouth drops open at that remark, though Robin continues her statement, “so, I ask you this Larry, where is the new vinyl?”

Larry looks towards you in utter disbelief at Robin’s words.

“You heard her, where is it?” You remark with a smile, leaning against a display of a random assortment of cassettes.

“Well you clearly didn’t look hard enough, Robin.” Larry moves Robin aside to pull out a mangled ‘Sold Out’ sign; ultimately being destroyed through Robin’s eager actions upon searching for her desired item.

Robin takes the sign from Larry with shaky hands, staring intensely at the words written across the cardboard, the words she dreaded.

“Sold out? How? You haven’t even opened up properly yet.” Robin questions in a small voice, utterly devastated.

“Actually, we opened up at midnight for it. It’s not the only release scheduled for today. It sold out in ten minutes. I’m sorry Robin, I did try and call-“

Robin turns away in an attempt to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah, no I totally get it. It’s cool. Um, y/n, is there anything you want from here, or should we just go to the movies and wait?” She directs her attention towards you at the last segment of her words.

Her eyes are rimmed with a crestfallen red. Knowing how much she wanted this vinyl and the realisation she can’t have it would usually make your heart wrench at the sight of her saddened expressions… though you’ve never been one to disappoint.

“Yeah, I have something to pick up. Larry, could you grab my reserved item please?” You give a knowing glance to Larry, hinting at the item needed to cheer Robin up.

“Give me two seconds, it’s around the back.” Larry disappears behind a ‘Staff Only’ marked door, to retrieve your item.

You move towards Robin to guide her to the cash register. Though, she’s barely said a word since finding out the vinyl has completely sold out.

“Robin, I know you’re disappointed, but you never know, one copy might just show up.”

Robin shakes her head in denial, “They’re a limited release, there is no way I’ll get my hands on one. I can’t believe I was so stupid and didn’t realise it was a midnight release.”

Robin places her hands over her face as she leans on the counter. At that moment, Larry returns with a bagged item.

Upon noticing Robin’s state, he slowly lifts the item out of the bag for you to inspect.

Your eyes light up at the vinyl cover. None other than Madonna covering it, with her mystic blue eyes, pink pouty lips and hair to die for- this is the perfect vinyl.

You move to console Robin, “Look, you’re not stupid Robin-“ Robin releases a scoff at your words.

“Though, I think you have a super awesome girlfriend, who would do anything to make you happy. That includes ensuring that our good friend Larry over here puts aside a copy of the Madonna vinyl for you to pick up this morning.”

Robin’s face shoots out of her hands, allowing her to gaze upon the one and only Madonna.

She gasps in disbelief, “What! How?” Robin makes grabby hands at the vinyl, causing Larry to pass it over with a roll of his eyes- I mean she did also practically climb the counter to grab it but that was to be expected.

“Well, whilst you and Steve were in the back area of Scoops doing nothing. I was actually serving and so Larry came in on Tuesday and mentioned he was getting stock today so I asked him to set aside a copy for you to pick up.”

Robin studies you in awe, “I can’t believe you did that for me.”

She moves to plant a grateful kiss on your lips; hugging you for good measure.

“Of course I would, I know how much you wanted it.”

Robin glances over at Larry as he backs away slowly, she narrows her eyes in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t want you to try and kiss me too.”

Robin near enough gags at the notion, “You wish Larry, so how much do I owe you?”

Larry puts his hands up as a sign of refusal, “It’s taken care of, no payment necessary.”

Robin looks between the two of you for clarification. You decide to lean against the counter to take a better look at the vinyl cover, “I promised him free ice cream for a year.”

Robin nods her head in approval, happy with the negotiation put forward.

“You’re actually pretty cool Larry.” Robin casually remarks.

Larry nearly drops to the ground in shock, “Robin Buckley, you did not just compliment me?”

Robin continues to stare at her vinyl, completely ignoring her surroundings for the time being, “Yeah and I can take it back just as quickly as I said it.”

Larry shakes his head and crosses his arms instantly, “No, no that’s okay. That’s bitchin’ in fact.”

The moment is interrupted once the mall clock chimes to signify the start of a new hour.

“Right Miss Buckley, let’s head over to the cinema, we can see what time ‘The Breakfast Club’ is on. I think the first showing starts at around 9:15 am.” You suggest to Robin, eager to leave the store before the busy crowds start to pour in.

“Yeah, just a second y/n/n. Larry, what other releases did you say were in today?” Robin guides her interest back to Larry.

“Oh uh, we finally got our hands on Metallica’s album that was released last year, it’s ‘Ride the Lightning’. It’s righteous, it’s the first time it’s hit any shelves in a Hawkins’ store!” Larry exclaimed excitedly.

Robin places her vinyl flat against the counter to give Larry a questionable look, “Oh, I thought it would have been real music.”

Larry twitches at such a blasphemous claim, “Real music? Real music!? That is real music Robin, Metallica are like the most stellar band known to our generation, they’re songs are like little droplets of pure delight!”

Robin scoffs in disagreement, “Please, it’s just noise.”

Larry points one of his fingers at Robin, “Take that back, right now!”

“Nope. Over my dead body.” Robin smiles as she puts her views across.

You quickly zone out of the conversation once you notice an influx of people start to enter the store.

You move closer to Robin, in an attempt to stay as close as you can to her.

One thing you hate is large crowds, you can never quite adjust to them. Usually the mall isn’t too busy at this time of morning, however with the new releases it has ultimately brought in a surge of people. Completely throwing you off the mark.

Usually if your anxiety spikes in this situation, Robin is there to seek comfort in. Though she’s currently lost within her debate with Larry, making you feel alone within this mass of individuals.

As more people filter in, they accidentally nudge into you, sending waves of panic through you as they do. Each nudge is like a reminder that the space around you is closing in, getting smaller and smaller with each person that enters the store.

Through everyone’s excitement, they fail to notice your presence, causing the movement near you to become frantic as they seek their desired merchandise.

Your heart rate rapidly rises, causing your chest to tighten at the sudden change. Pain starts to spread across your body as it attempts to overcome your fears and worries.

The pressure in your limbs makes it impossible to move, making you panic more at the overwhelming sensation of being trapped within such a tight public space.

Your fearsome eyes scan for possible exit routes, ones that appear to not exist. The heat being caused from your panic causes you to clutch at your clothing, desperate to seek a release in some way; using the feeling of the material as a way to take your mind from your current predicament.

As you allow your chaotic thoughts to consume you, your body begins to shake, sending a wave of dizziness through you as you become more worked up.

The sounds of the crowd around you become muffled; feeling as though the world around you is drifting away.

That is until you feel a pair of firm hands grasp at your arms, causing you to release a surprised yelp and leave your trance.

Your worried eyes meet Robin’s concerned ones, “Hey, are you okay? Y/n/n, talk to me, what’s going on?”

You try to speak to Robin, but the words just get caught up in your constricted throat.

Through your trepidation, you failed to notice the tears that are staining your face. You release laboured breaths in an attempt to communicate with Robin, using your head to nod towards the door.

Robin immediately understands and makes quick work of grabbing her vinyl from the counter and wrapping a secure arm around you to lead you out of the store.

You cling onto her desperately, “You’re okay, I’ve got you. We’re leaving now, can you take some deep breaths for me y/n/n?”

You give a firm nod as you concentrate on your breathing, allowing Robin to guide you to a safe and calm environment.

Once the two of you squeeze through the bustling crowd, Robin guides you to a small water fountain to sit at.

She crouches down in front of you, “Breathe beautiful, you’re okay. Listen to the water, it will help calm your mind. I’m so sorry I didn’t let us leave sooner, I just got so caught up in the moment-“

You shake your head at her words, continuing your concentrated breaths, “I-It’s not your f-fault.”

Robin displays a look of guilt, not taking your words in, “Come on, let’s go to Scoops and get you something to help ease your nerves.”

Robin guides you up and keeps a supportive hold on you as she takes you towards the ice cream parlour, knowing it will be open at this time of morning.

Upon entrance, you notice a bored looking and uniformed Steve Harrington making an ice cream cone tower on the counter.

Once he notices the two of you walk in he releases a sigh of relief, “Thank God, I’m losing my mind over here- hey, wait is she okay?” Steve says as soon as he notices your tear filled eyes.

“Yeah, we’re just going into the back to hang out for a bit-“ Robin starts to explain as she ushers you through.

“Yeah, no take all the time you need. Let me know if you guys need anything.” Steve says sincerely.

“We will… dingus.” Robin says playfully as she follows you through to the back of the store.

She drops her vinyl on the table in front of her, making an effort to sit close to you, “You know, I think you have Enochlophobia, which is totally okay and we will work on making you totally comfortable if something like this happens again because I know the feeling of fear can be overwhelming and-“

You look to Robin, causing her to stop her words, “I’m not helping am I?”

You give her a weak smile in response, “You are but I just need you close.” You let out through struggled breaths.

Robin shuffles her chair slightly to pull you into her embrace, allowing you to close your eyes in comfort, basking in the calmness of the Scoops Ahoy staff area.

Your serenity is interrupted when you hear a bang on the table in front of you, causing you to jump.

Robin scowls at Steve for his actions, “Sorry, I just wanted to bring you some ice cream to help make you feel better.”

“Thank you Steve, that’s so sweet.” You direct an appreciative smile his way.

“Uh, hey, where’s mine?” Robin asks as she passes you the ice cream tub filled with your favourite flavour.

“Get your own, I’m not your slave.” Steve says as he throws his sailor themed hat onto the table, “Oh what’s this?” He says as he attempts to bring the Madonna vinyl towards himself for a closer inspection.

Robin smacks away his hand in warning, “Touch it and you'll have more than ‘Farrah Fawcett’ spray in your hair.”

Steve widens his eyes at the bombshell Robin released, “Are you- did Henderson tell you? That little shit-“

Steve’s rant is put to a halt once a continuous dinging of a bell can be heard from out front, “Is this place self service, or are one of you airheads gonna’ come out and serve me my daily samples of ice cream? Ahoy, all hands on deck, Ahoy!”

The signature voice of Erica Sinclair sounds through the store.

“My dear friend, you have customers to tend to.” Robin says smugly.

Steve dramatically grabs his hat and places it back on his head, as soon as he opens the door, the ringing of the service bell increases, “Yeah, yeah I’m comin’, chill out Sinclair.”

Once Steve has left, Robin redirects her attention towards you, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head, “Are you feeling any better?” Robin asks as she rubs soothing marks across your body, assisting in the calming effect taking over you.

You give Robin a tired nod; the panic leaves you mostly exhausted as you lazily finish your mouthful of ice cream.

Robin thinks for a moment, “How about we stop by the ‘Family Video’ store on the way back home. We can watch a movie at your house and relax.”

You shift in Robin’s embrace, “I thought you wanted to go and see ‘The Breakfast Club’?” You speak softly, trying not to disturb the calmness.

Robin scrunches her nose up before answering, “Nah, I’m sure Steve has some horror stories from his time at Saturday detention that he can enlighten us with on our next shift. They’re probably way better than the movie. Besides, you’re more important, so we should head back and hang out together to help keep you as calm as possible.”

You leave a kiss on Robin’s cheek before scooping her a heap of ice cream to try from your tub; feeding it to her, “That sounds perfect.”

To ensure you’re fully relaxed before heading out, Robin sits with you and attempts to take your mind off of the previous events of the morning. Giving her the opportune moment to explain to you how incredibly grateful she is for you and her new Madonna vinyl.

[jadegrey711]

It’s your Voodoo Working

Caliban x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves. I’m slowly getting through my requests and one of them requested I do another Caliban oneshot. Which i was more than happy to do since there is so little of him. I tried making it passionate but then a song gave me this other idea for him and i just love writing him as a mischievous little shit. 

Also apparently making something passionate means long as fuck. Also by the end of this I just wasn’t feeling the smut so i kind of cut it out. I’m not really feeling my writing very much these days but I hope you guys still enjoy this. 

Word Count: 2787

*NOT MY GIF*

Anon: Can you pls do another Caliban smut but maybe this time it’s like passionate as shit? Thank you, love your writing!!

Song Inspiration:

It’s your voodoo working - Charles Sheffield 

Feel Me - Mecca Kalani 

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I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711) 

This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake. 

The very first time you laid your eyes on him, you had to admit he was breathtaking. You stood there in awe as he appeared before you and the rest of the Fright Club in a ball of whirling fire. Once he fully materialized in front of all of you, he immediately turned to Sabrina.

“Sabrina.” He regarded her with an easy smile.

“Caliban.” She regarded him in turn, her voice laced with ice. But his smile never wavered.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you summoning me here, Sabrina?”

“My friends and I need your help, Caliban; in defeating a most foul eldritch beast.” Sabrina said, before she gestured towards us and you watched as Caliban regarded each of you. Starting with Roz, Harvey, Theo and then he turned his attention towards you; his mossy green eyes met yours and that lazy smile returned to his handsome face.

“Enchanted.” He purred as he drank you in and let the room sit in silence for a beat before he continued, looking away from you and back to Sabrina.

“You know my help doesn’t come free Sabrina.”

Sabrina outwardly groaned. “Name your price.” She said with a wave of her hand as if that’ll make him spit out his demands faster so she can move on with her life.

“I don’t require much. All I require is your name, fair maiden.” He purred, taking your hand in his before he placed a kiss upon your knuckles.

“Oh damn.” You heard Roz whisper beside you.

Sabrina however, looked extremely irritated. “Come on Caliban you expect me to believe that all you want in exchange for your help is my friend’s name? You must want something else. You can’t have Y/-” Just as Sabrina was about to say your name Caliban cut her off.

“I want her name and I want it from her own lips.” he said an edge of danger in his voice, before he looked back to you, his hand still holding yours in his grasp.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest like a bird in a cage and wet your lips with your tongue before you spoke. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He whispered your name almost reverently, letting your name roll across his tongue. “It suits you.” He smiled, and that smile made you feel like you had just made the biggest mistake telling him your name.

That first encounter was over a month ago and in that time Caliban was true to his word to his word. He had helped in any capacity he could to aid you in defeating this horror you all were facing. However, in that same amount of time Sabrina had figured out his true intentions for being so helpful. Word on the hellish grapevine was that hell had been lonely for the new king, since he and Sabrina had locked up dear old dad and he wanted a queen for himself, and was setting his eyes upon you.

Sabrina warned you, to stay away that he was the definition of a bastard and to not put it past him that he would not simply take his mortal bride like Hades did to Persephone. You tried to shake off the chill as you imagined Caliban rising from the cracked earth, his strong hands gripping you closely to his body as he dragged you to his kingdom of nightmares.

Also within that month you tried avoiding him like the plague, but it seemed no use; Caliban was everywhere you turned, like gum stuck on your shoe. He would meet you outside of your lecture halls, stay close to you at the academy’s library brushing his hands against yours, sometimes leaning in to whisper something close to your ear.

It was starting to become so difficult to keep your blood from not warming at the smallest of his touches, or even just the feeling of his presence as he walked into a room. You felt yourself going mad at each of those little touches and how when he would walk up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to see what your were doing; you found the temptation to just push your body back into his achingly warm one harder to resist. It was like he was working some kind of voodoo on your body, making it so you craved him, wanted him with every fiber of your being; until he didn’t need to wrap his arms around you and steal you away to his kingdom. No. You were going to throw yourself into his arms at the very mention of taking you away.

*****

Today he was working his voodoo again, he came up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You tried not to moan out right at the feeling of his large warm hands on your waist, making you immediately conjure up images of what he could do with those hands.

“How are you today, lovely Y/N?” He whispered in your ear.

You steeled yourself before your answered him. “I’ll be better when you get your hands off of me.” you tried to say it with menace but there was no bite in your voice.

“Why would I want to do that?” he nuzzled his nose in your hair just behind your ear before he whispered. “I think my hands belong here and I think your hands belong on me. Don’t you agree?”

“No.” you said shakily. You looked around the academy’s library but no one was here, not even Sabrina. No one was here to save you from the eclipsing fog filling your head that was Caliban.

“Come on Y/N.” he said nuzzling your hair again, making goosebumps run down your arms and your back erupt with a spine tingling shiver. “Why do you keep denying what we have here? I’ve seen the carnal lust in your eyes from the very moment that we met, just as you’ve seen it in mine. So, why fight it?”

You steeled yourself as your turned in Caliban’s arms, facing him now; those moss green eyes focused acutely on your body. Taking in the way your chest heaved up and down with each deep steadying breath you took, your breasts barely brushing against his chest with every breath. He took in the sound of your heartbeat rapidly increasing as he kept staring at you, observing you, devouring the image of you.

“I know what you want from me. And it’s not just carnal, as you love to say.” You said, trying not to notice the heat radiating from his body, or the way your nipples were aching peaks as you gazed back into those jade eyes.

Caliban licked his lips, stepping just a hair closer to you and closing the small space between your bodies. “And what is it that I truly want from you Y/N?” he asked as he reached up and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Sabrina told me about you and your desire for some meek mortal bride. Someone to use and frighten for eons.” You said, trying to calm your increasing heartbeat.

“Do I frighten you Y/N?” he asked, his eyebrow quirked up in question.

“No.” You said, feeling the truth of it ring out in your voice.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said before pausing for a breath, leaning down to place a small kiss against your cheek, and felt that small kiss shoot through your entire body like a lightning strike. “Sabrina has heard right, I am looking for a queen. But, you’re wrong about wanting a meek woman by my side, someone like that wouldn’t last five seconds. No.” he said as he placed another kiss but this time on the other cheek.

You should push him away from you, wipe his gentle kisses off with disgust but you couldn’t fight the increasing warmth that seemed to radiate deeper into your bones and soul with each small kiss he gave you.

“I wanted someone strong and fiery. Someone who would defy me at every turn.” He placed a kiss against your neck on your rapid pulse, making you gasp. “This makes me a bit of a masochist I know this. But, I wanted a woman, not a girl and when I first saw you Y/N, I knew instantly that you were that woman and from that moment on I’ve desperately wanted to see a crown placed on your head.” He finished, placing a kiss on the other side of your neck.

“Caliban.” You whispered, biting your bottom lip hard.

“You don’t have to love me Y/N, not now that’ll come in time” Caliban said breathily as his soft kisses on your neck became more desperate, and started to feel your resolve weaken as Caliban’s spell on your was finally working it’s magic on you. “Just let me love you right now.” Caliban said his voice husky. “Please Y/N.” That’s when you realized he was asking your permission. His hands were starting to roam over your body, igniting your even hotter as they lifted up your shirt slightly in their exploration, and skin touched skin.

But with one word from you, he’d stop; you knew that. But did you actually want him to stop? His large hands grabbed your ass by the handfuls and you knew that was most definitely not the case.

You reached up with trembling hands and dug your fingers into those luscious blonde locks, hearing Caliban moan as you gently pulled on them. His eyes never left yours as you nodded slowly to him, telling him exactly what you wanted; that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Caliban’s lips crashed against yours, and you felt his heat fully envelope you as you opened your mouth to his invading tongue, letting yours meet his in a dance of dominance. With your hands still deep in his blonde locks, you pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel every part of his body against yours.

Caliban’s hands roamed back down your back and ass until they reached the back of your thighs and you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He smiled against your lips and starting walking away from the table you were originally by and closer towards the massive fireplace in the library. Without breaking the kiss Caliban brought the both of you in front of the fireplace and sat down on the rug in front of it, having you straddle his lap.

Caliban’s lips pulled away from yours only so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing soft kisses there before those soft kisses turned to harsh sucks. You craned your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his luscious locks. You felt Caliban’s hands roam down your back and gently squeezed your ass, making you smile before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.

You watched as Caliban took in the sight of your exposed body with such an intensity in his eyes that it made you blush all over. You watched with equal intensity as Caliban lowered his head to your breasts and kissed the tops of them, his hands reaching behind you once again to undo the clasp of your bra with ease. He looked mesmerizing as he watched it slip from your shoulders and you placed it with your shirt.  

Caliban started to lower his head again but you stopped him. “Wait.” You said biting your lip. “I want to see you.” You said as you grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted it off of him and watched as his shirt joined yours in the ever growing pile of clothes next to you.

You reach your hands out hesitantly to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his plush lips as your hands rested at the top of his chest. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored his grooves and scars.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered. “If you truly were made from clay as Sabrina says, I think you were perfectly sculpted.”

“Oh, Y/N. I think you’ll be the death of me.” he groaned and suddenly you felt the sensation of falling and your head met with the soft rug underneath you. You watched as Caliban hovered over you, situating himself between your legs and drinking you in.

Caliban let out a small sigh. “I may be beautiful yes this is true.” He said, a small smirk growing on his face and you smiled at his arrogance, fighting the urge to give his arm a smack. “But my beauty is nothing compared to you and especially to you in this moment laid out before me like a goddess. I pale in comparison.” He said and lowered his head back to you neck and you instinctively moved it to the side to giving him more access to you. You watched in wonder as Caliban’s kisses started moving lower, kissing the tops of your collarbones, his tongue tracing down your sternum and to the valley of your breasts, his hair all the while tickling you as he moved lower.

You let out a gasp as you felt Caliban’s tongue trace circles around your harden nipple before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, desperately wanting more.

Suddenly, you felt Caliban’s hands on the tops of your jeans and began unbuttoning them as he began lavishing your other breast with the same devotion.

His hands were agile and he finished undoing the buttons of your jeans and began pulling them down; at the same time his lips were beginning to move further down your body.

You felt the heat in your body spike as you realized what Caliban was planning to do to you next. “Caliban.” You sounded breathy, as his name came out almost as a plea. You wanted him to end his slow methodical torture and just wanted to take you, make you his. But as Caliban pulled away from you and brought your legs up to start pulling off your jeans, you realized he had other plans for you.

He gently pulled away your jeans and panties all at once, being so gentle as he took your feet out of each one of the pant legs, before tossing your panties and jeans both to the side; leaving you completely bare under him. He kept your legs up and by his face and never broke eye contact with you as he took one leg and began kissing you, starting from your ankle and working down till he got to your inner thigh.

“Caliban, please.” You heard yourself beg. But beg for what? Him to stop or for him to never stop?

“What do you want princess?” he asked his voice a low growl, as he started kissing your other leg, working down it slowly placing kisses on your ankles, behind your knees, working to your inner thighs again.

“I feel like you’re torturing me. You’ve been torturing me this whole month and now now you’re killing me.”

You watched as he lowered himself to settle in between your thighs, feeling breathless and needy.

He smiled at you his eyes locking onto yours as you felt those soft lips kiss you intimately. “There’ll be no more torture Y/N. Once you’ve given yourself fully over to me you will only know bliss.” He murmured against your inner thighs, kissing down both of them before he continued licking at you; his tongue flicked your clit and you felt your back lift from the ground.

“Caliban.” You pleaded, digging your fingers in his hair, almost as if you wanted to pull him away or push him closer to you. “Caliban, I need you, I want you, I want to give in to you.”

With that Caliban stopped and pulled away from your quaking center, making you whimper from the loss of contact. His eyes seemed to glow with the intensity they held in them. “Do you mean it? Because if you do, there’s no going back. You’re mine and I am yours.”

“I mean it.” You say with a sincerity that surprised you and felt a smile bloom across your face as Caliban wrapped you up in him and sealed your fate.

[jadegrey711]

Into the Night

Noah Flynn x Fem!Reader

A/N:  I'm really excited this was my very first request and I hope I gave my anon what they wanted. I really enjoyed writing this.... when I was finally able to actually sit down and write it! I didn't make this one NSFW since I didn't know if my anon's request was nsfw or not. But the sexual tension is there. Plus I felt like this one didn't need any smut, I just went where the music took me. I hope you guys enjoy it! 

*NOT MY GIFS*

Summary: It's the reader's birthday and her two best friends Lee and Elle have decided to take her anywhere that she wants to go. The reader decides that she wants to celebrate her birthday by going out and dancing at a new club

ANON REQUEST: Could you please do a Noah Flynn and plus size reader imagine maybe where she's friends with Elle and Lee and she's confident but also believes she's not Noah's type but he proves her wrong.

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711) 

Inspiration songs

Into the Night by Santana (feat Chad Kroeger)

You are my kind by Santana (feat Seal)

The Game of Love by Santana (feat Michelle Branch)

Breaking Down the Door by Santana (feat Buika)

Summer. A time that during the other half of the year feels like it’s eons away and when it does come it never lasts as long as you need it to. However, in those what feels like extremely brief months this is how I spend my time; sitting by the pool with my two best friends Elle and Lee – wait where’s Lee?

“Lee!” Elle screeched at him; causing me to burst out in a fit of laughter. Which in turn caused Elle to laugh too and Lee’s smile grew even wider.

Suddenly though, he walked outside, breaking the easy vibes of the situation and sending a lightning bolt of tension through me.

Suddenly though, he walked outside, breaking the easy vibes of the situation and sending a lightning bolt of tension through me.

“What’s all the noise?” Noah asked, looking slightly annoyed as he walked outside, his shirt obviously no where to be seen.

I chuckled to myself at this and then felt Noah’s gaze on me; intense as always, he just has that natural intensity with everything he takes in. I watched as he gazed down at me, then quickly looked back to Lee.

I never knew if those gazes were his natural intensity or if it was some level of scrutiny at what he was looking at.

A curvy girl, with love handles unabashedly wearing a bikini, the same kind that Elle a thin and extremely athletic girl wears.

No matter, whether his gazes were filled with scrutiny or not, my reaction to them was always the same, I’d smile and tilt my chin up just a bit higher. This is my body and I’ve learned a long time ago to love it for what it is; mine.

Lee broke my thoughts. “It’s called laughter, Noah. Not that you would know how to make a girl laugh.” Lee chortled, causing both me and Elle to giggle at his dig.

Noah just smirked. “I’m too busy earning other noises from them.” He smiled like cat who caught the canary.

I unconsciously crossed my legs in front of me.

Lee laughed him off and shook out his hair before he swam to the edge of the pool, crossing his arms on the pool edge in front of him.

“So, Y/N. Do you have any ideas on where you want to go for your birthday tonight?” Lee said eagerly, and Elle swung her legs over her lawn chair, eagerly.

“Yeah Y/N. You’ve had all week to think about it, I mean you definitely don’t want Lee to pick the party place.” She said.

“I was thinking that we could go out dancing.” I smiled at them. “There’s this new club that plays Latin music and I really want to go check it out.”

“Definitely sounds interesting.” Lee said, and I could already hear the apprehension in his voice at the thought of dancing. But before he could say anything else Elle cut in.

“It’s your birthday Y/N. We’ll do whatever you want to do.” She said with a smile on her face. Then just as we were about to make the plans for tonight another voice cut in.

“I’m in.” Noah said easily.

We all turned our heads towards Noah who had still been standing there, casually listening to our conversation.

“You can’t come!” Lee said a bit aggressively.

Noah didn’t look the least bit fazed. “Sure, I can. There’s three of you, and that means one of you will be left without a dance partner.”

“Lee will dance with both of us equally. Plus, I’m fine with dancing on my own for a while.” I said, taking in that intense gaze once again.

*****

Noah didn’t drop the subject any time soon and along with his logic of having equal dance partners he apparently wanted to go check out the new club as well. So, by seven o’clock that night all four of us were jammed into Lee’s mustang; Lee and Elle in the front with Noah and I in the back.

*****

The electricity in the air of the club was stifling as we walked inside. It was refreshing to me to see a live band playing in front of the crowded club instead of some random DJ with a turn table. I felt my excitement grow as I took in the couples on the dancefloor, they seemed to be thrumming to the music, letting themselves be possessed by the music; as it seemed to shake the very foundation of the club.

I looked back to gauge Elle and Lee’s reactions to their new surroundings but instead I found Noah; standing right beside me taking in my every reaction to the club. I felt my cheeks go hot and I walked quickly towards Elle and Lee.

“So, what do you guys think?” I smiled brightly at them.

“Well, there is definitely a lot of dancing.” Lee said, his panic literally coming off in waves.

I felt my heart sink a bit as I gauged their reactions and knew I couldn’t enjoy myself tonight if I knew they weren’t having fun. “We can go somewhere else if you guys want.” I said hating how small my voice sounded.

Elle quickly cut in. “We’re not going anywhere! It’d your birthday and you wanted to dance; now let’s dance!” She smiled brightly as she grabbed my hand and we made our way to the dancefloor, through the thrumming couples and started to dance. It wasn’t anything as nearly as sexy or anything that could really even be considered serious dancing, but it’s what I had exactly envisioned for the night my best friends and I just letting loose on the dancefloor.

Elle and I were having so much fun that Lee finally felt safe enough to come and join us in our weird swaying motions; but Noah never moved from his spot by the bar he just continued to watch, taking it all in.

*****

Later in the night, Elle and Lee had to take a break but I couldn’t stop, I too felt possessed by the rhythm, feeling it vibrate withthin my chest and filling my soul in places I didn’t think were empty so, I stayed and I danced. I swayed to the music, not giving a shit about how my hips were swaying or why my hands glided up my hips as they made little circles or why my arms went above my head, gently lifting up my hair only to let it fall against my back once more. I just danced.  I danced like there was no one there but me and the music.

Suddenly I felt someone’s fingers brush against my neck as they pushed my hair to one side and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“You have got to be the sexiest dancer in here Y/N.”

I quickly turned my head to see Noah beside me, giving me that award wining smile.

“Noah?” I asked. “What are you doing?”

He placed his hands gently at the top of my hips, pressing them against me to make me sway my hips again. He buried his face in my neck, and whispered against my skin.  “I thought you could use a dance partner.” He smiled.

I felt shocked. I mean I knew that Noah was one to flirt, but all those looks of scrutiny by the pool came flooding back to me as I turned in his arms, hoping that it would remove his hands from my hips but he just moved with me.

“Why?” I asked for the first time tonight forgetting about the music and furrowing my eyebrows at him. “You’ve never shown interest before. Why would you now?”

Noah’s gaze focused on me. “I’ve always wanted to dance with you, Y/N.  I just didn’t realize how much I wanted to until I saw you dancing here by yourself, without a care in the world and looking so fucking sexy. That I realized how stupid it was to just sit over there and watch you when I could be dancing with you.”He said his gaze even more intense than before, then suddenly I felt his fingers brush down the length of my arms slowly, causing my body to erupt in fire, until his fingertips brushed against mine.

He interlaced our fingers together then twirled me around on the dancefloor only to pull me back to him this time closer. I felt his heat from his body through my fingertips as I placed my hands on his chest; I looked up at his beautiful face and smiled. I felt mischievous as I ran my hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck, bringing him even closer to me; his hands went back to my hips, following their every rhythm; and just like that we were possessed too. The music filled us both and we became like every other couple in that club, ensnared in both the music and in each other.