#and he said “believe it or not i actually do play loud guitar music”

[sob-dylan]

ever since the gen x av guy at work saw my velvet underground tattoo, he keeps talking to me about different lou reed interviews he’s read. we were at an event recently where he had to play some music over the loudspeaker—he told me he had something special queued up for me, and then about every other song he played was from loaded. i think this is my new best friend.

[miryum]

"Tactical Village"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

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“Do you recognise any of these men?” Y/n asked a woman who was wearing a ‘Visitor’ tag. 

The woman shook her head, saying, “I was hiding in the bathroom stall so I didn’t see his face. But, I heard him. He was singing along to the track.”

“Do you remember what he was singing?”

“Oh my gosh, no, Y/n,” Jason couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Don’t do it….” Y/n chuckled along with him. Captain Wayne had assigned a detective to Y/n whenever she interrogated a perp. There had been an… incident. 

Cass didn’t know who gave Y/n a guitar, but the woman was currently torturing a perp with her terrible playing of the instrument, accompanying the sound with loud, off-tune screaming. 

The woman shrugged. “I think it was that song ‘I Want it That Way.’ ” 

Y/n hummed. “Backstreet Boys, I’m familiar.”

“Maybe a little too familiar,” Jason muttered. He thought of all the times Y/n had agonised both the criminals and detectives on duty with their songs.

“Number one,” Y/n ignored Jason, pressing a button for the intercom. “Could you please sing the opening to ‘I Want it That Way?’”

“Really? Uh… okay,” Perp 1 said. “You are… my fire?”

Y/n glanced over to the witness who shook her head. “Number two, keep it going.”

“The one… desire.” Perp 2 squinted to Perp 1, looking for confirmation that this was actually happening. 

“Number three?” Y/n nodded along to the nonexistent beat. 

“Believe… when I say?”

“Number four!” Y/n called out, grinning widely, leaning on the desk.

“I want it that way.”

“TELL ME WHY!” Y/n sang loudly into the microphone. 

“Ain’t nothing but a heartache,” all the suspects chanted along. 

“TELL ME WHY!”

“Ain’t nothing but a mistake…”

“Now number five,” Y/n crooned to the melody.

Perp 5 raised his hand, losing himself in the music. “I never wanna hear you say,”

“WHOO!” Y/n shouted out.

“I want it that way,” everyone finished together.

“Chills! Literal chills!” Y/n shivered, giggling. 

“It was number five,” the woman said. “Number five killed my brother.” 

“Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about that,” Jason murmured. “And, Y/n, just so you know, you pressed the ‘speaker’ button. Everyone in the precinct could hear that.” 

“Ohhh… whoops?”

“Happy Tactical Village Day!” Y/n high-fived Tim on her way in the door. “Happy Tactical Village Day, Cass! Happy Tactical Village Day!”

“L/n, I'm surprised to see you so excited about departmentally mandated training exercises,” Wayne commented. 

“Why, ‘tis the most fun day of the year, my good sir! Something you wouldn't understand, because you're not programmed to feel joy.”

“Yes, but my software is due for an upgrade,” Wayne retorted.

”When you play along with the robot jokes it ruins my enjoyment of them,” Y/n pouted.

“Yes, I am aware.”

“Anyway, Tactical Village Day is awesome!” Y/n continued with her rant. “We get to field test a bunch of cool, new weapons and there's always a fun training situation. Last year's was prison break. It got uber violent. It was like being in an action movie.” Her eyes went wide with excitement.

Y/n was using a piece of her hair to slowly chisel away at a metal bar of a cell.

“Y/n?” Steph called from the other end of the cell. “Cass and I dug a tunnel. Wanna use it?”

“Go on without me,” Y/n said in a deep, gruff voice. “I’ll make due by myself.”

“It's also a good opportunity for us to bond as a unit,” Steph said, reminding them all the true reason of Tactical Village Day.

“Everybody gets into it,” Y/n exclaimed. 

Jason kicked down a door and he and Dick rushed through it, screaming as they stormed the room. 

It turned out to be a supply closet.

“Suffice to say, the sixty-sixth has never had a perfect run,” Dick chuckled and scratched his neck. 

“Yeah, but Y/n has been the finalist for coolest kill two years in a row,” Stephanie said. “Every precinct sends their footage and all the cops vote.”

“It's not that big of a deal,” Y/n waved her away. “All you win is a children's tennis trophy, so…”

“You desperately want that trophy, don't you?” Wayne asked.

“So badly.” Y/n growled. “I will stop at nothing to obtain my prize. I'll shoot all of you in the face if I have to!”

“Go team,” Damian said monotonously. 

“Okay, so,” Y/n slid into the seat next to Jason’s on the bus ride over. “I’ve figured out my fictional persona for this year’s shooty-shooty rootin-tootie.”

“How the hell do you come up with these names?” Jason muttered, mostly to himself. 

“I am… Gina Thunderhouse. Russian spy, weapons master, and total badass. I even have cool Russian accent.” she said in a bad accent. “Babushka. Moscow. Rasputin.” 

“You know ‘babushka’ means ‘grandma,’ right?”

“Whatever. At least I have a persona, Mr. I’m-not-even-trying-to-be-fun.”

“This training isn’t about fun,” Jason frowned. “It’s about honing our skills to be better officers.”

“We shoot paint at pretend bad guys!” Y/n cried. “How is that not fun?!”

“I’m gonna go talk to Dick,” Jason said, standing up. “You have fun thinking of more Russian words.”

Steph quickly filled Jason’s empty seat, grinning sharply. “Seems like you two are getting cosy!”

“Come on, Brown. Not this again!”

“You gotta admit there’s spark.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you?!” Y/n exclaimed. “He’s like a brother to me.”

“And Leia was like a sister to Luke,” Steph sang out.

“Okay, that’s not fair. Luke didn’t know! No one knew.”

Steph shrugged and let the conversation go, though a smile flitted through her lips. Soon, the sixty-sixth arrived at the building where Tactical Village Day would commence. Walking in the doors, duffel bags full of gear and weapons in hand, Y/n shouted out, “The six-six is in the house!” 

“Six-six!” The rest of the crew echoed.

“Hey! Biz!” Y/n greeted an old friend. “They upgraded you from bystander to perp! That’s great, man. Still gonna blow your brains out though.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything else,” Biz waved back.

“Jason Todd?” A voice spoke from a crowd of detectives and cops. “Is that you?”

“Rose?” Jason’s head whipped towards the voice. “It’s been so long! What’re you doing here?”

“I’m with the seventeenth now,” she explained. “We’re paired with you guys today.” Rose was a tall, slim, blonde girl whom it seemed Jason connected with very well. 

“Wha- what’s going on here?” Y/n shuffled up to them, Steph close behind. 

“Oh, Y/n, this is Rose Wilson.” Rose held out a hand and Y/n firmly shook it. “Rose, this is Y/n L/n. She’s the life of the six-six.” He placed a hand on Y/n’s lower back, pushing her slightly forward. 

“Nice to meet you,” Rose said. 

“Likewise,” Y/n pressed her lips together in a smile. 

“Well, I gotta go,” Rose hugged Jason. “I’ll see you later, though. Great seeing you.”

“You too,” Jason returned the hug. 

Once Rose had left with a wave, Y/n turned to Jason and questioned, “So… who was that?”

“That was Rose,” Jason said as if it was the most obvious thing. “We went on a couple of dates last year.” 

“You did?” Steph asked. Y/n had forgotten she was behind her. Cass joined them, silently backing up her friends.

“Yeah, I liked her, but she was stationed in Metropolis so I didn’t get to see much of her. I guess it just fizzled out.”

“Right,” Y/n gawaffed. “That's the girl you said the lame stuff about. Like ‘she's a good listener’ and shit.” Internally, she felt bad for deriding Rose- she seemed like a nice person- but she couldn’t help but take a rag at Jason.

“I'm sorry, what do you look for in a relationship?” Jason asked snarkily. 

“I don't know,” Y/n shrugged. “Real stuff. Shape of their ass. Sense of dark humour.”

“Of course.” Jason rolled his eyes and stalked away.

“Isn’t it weird that Jason dated that girl?” Y/n scoffed, hands on her hips.

Steph raised her brows, mirroring L/n’s stance. “Why do you care so much?” Her voice rose higher with each word.

“Okay, first of all, your insinuating voice is way too high,” Y/n accused. “It's weird. And second, I don't care. I'm just wondering why he would like her.”

“Whatever you say,” Steph said, voice still high-pitched and she shuddered. “Okay, yeah, I hear it now. I sound like Cat from Sam and Cat.”

“Yes, you do.” Cass agreed. “But, I agree. L/n needs to confront her feelings for Todd and woman up.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and excused herself from the conversation, claiming the need to talk to Tim.

“Oh, this is so cool!” Y/n squealed, holding a parallel gun. “You can shoot around corners. I love guns.” She sighed and said, “I'm gonna make such a good mom someday.”

Jason shook his head, lips pursing. “Not even gonna touch that.”

“Not even gonna touch that: Title of your sex tape,” Y/n muttered, then chuckled. “Come on, man. At least make me work for it.”

Soon, it was time for the sixty-sixth to run the simulation. The team was standing by the door, waiting to be let in when Y/n slid by on her knees, making a dramatic entrance. “Gina Thunderhouse had arrived.” Her voice was, once again, accented in a bad Russian tone.

“That was majestic,” Tim joked.

“Custom kneepads to help me win coolest kill,” Y/n patted her knees, showing off her kneepads. After an awkward silence, she asked, “What, don't tell me Thunderhouse is the only lady here with a signature move!”

Tim shrugged. “I was bouncing around the idea where when I'm out of ammo, I release my mag and dropkick or chuck it into someone's throat.”

“You know how people hold their guns sideways to look cool?” Dick asked. Y/n nodded and the sarge continued, “It got me thinking. What if you held your gun upside-down?” He demonstrated it, flipping his gun upside down, finger still on trigger.

Before Y/n could respond with how that was an incredibly stupid idea, a loud buzzer sounded and another precinct marched out the door, looking victorious.

“Seventeenth’s done.” Y/n muttered and Stephanie stepped closer to her. “Heads up.”

“Hey. How'd it go?” Jason greeted Rose. 

Rose smiled and replied, “it went well. We had a perfect run! And not to brag, but I think we just set a GCPD course record for time.”

“Definitely a brag,” Y/n huffed quietly. 

“A course record?” Jason’s brows shot up.  “That’s so cool.”

“Thanks.” Rose looked up at him. “I'm psyched. By the way, good luck in there.”

“Thanks,” Jason called after her as she walked away.

“All right, huddle up.” Y/n pulled Jason away by the strap of his vest and into a group huddle. “This is how it's going down.”

“What happened to your accent, Gina?” Steph asked teasingly, knowing full well what was going on.

“Forget that shit.” Y/n frowned. “We're taking this seriously. Okay, on three: Let's break that course record and be the best precinct here! One, two, three!”

The group repeated, “let’s break that course record and… uh…” They all trailed off, mumbling different things as they forgot the words. 

“Yeah, I agree, it was too many words.” Y/n grimaced. “Let’s just do it.”

“Okay, I've got the details for this simulation.” Dick sat in front of a console, radioing in to everyone’s headsets. “A group of armed men entered an embassy and took hostages.”

“Which embassy?” Y/n couldn't help but ask. She shook her head, reminding herself to stay focused. “Doesn't matter. We’ll just say, Canada. They’re too nice to say no if someone asks to take them hostage. So take out the perps, clear the civilians, rescue the hostages?”

“Affirmative,” Dick confirmed. “This is an active shooter situation. You're cleared for maximum engagement.”

“‘Maximum engagement?’” Y/n scoffed. “What is this, Jurassic Park: The Ride?” 

Dick didn’t answer, commanding, “Brown and Drake, perimeter security. Brown, make sure he doesn’t fall asleep, but also doesn’t die from caffeine overdose. He only got two and a half hours last night.”

“Got it,” Brown said, yanking Tim’s cup of coffee away from him.

“L/n and Todd, you're the assault team. I'll be in the command centre. Cain, I need you to do surveillance on the places I can’t see.”

“On it.” Cass disappeared into the vents and Dick stared after her, wondering how she didn’t end up as an assassin-for-hire.

“All right, focus up,” Y/n said into the comms. “We got eighteen minutes and forty-one seconds to break this record. No screwing around.”

“Wow, you're really not gonna do a character?” Jason asked, smirking.

“I am playing a character,” Y/n said. “A no-nonsense detective whose only goal is to set this course record. Her name is Y/n L/n. She’s a kid who grew up with an absent father and just wants to prove herself. I don't have time for her full back-story. Sarge, please, let’s start.”

“Okay, guys, and go!” Dick clicked a stopwatch and the team rushed in.

Y/n zipped around a corner, gun drawn. When she didn’t see anyone, she called, “clear!”

She and Jason repeated the actions, peeking around corners and yelling, “clear.”

Y/n turned around a corner and fired two shots at a cop labelled “PERP.”

“Nice,” Jason commented.

Y/n ignored him and said, “okay, only three perps left. We might actually do this.”

Dick’s voice came in through the comms. “L/n, Cain has intel that there’s a hostage in room 409.”

“Copy that.” Y/n inhaled and said, “I love how it always smells like fresh paint here. Reminds me of how often I moved as a child.”

“No talking,” Jason reminded her. “You'll give away our position.”

“Look out!” Y/n was staring over his shoulder. She quickly lifted her gun and fired a shot at someone. 

Jason shielded away from the noise. “That was close.” He inspected Y/n and said, “there's paint in your hair.” He reached up and smoothed the paint away. “Thanks for shooting that guy.”

“My pleasure.” Y/n followed him around the corner and stared at a door marked 409. “The hostages are in there. Intel says there's a couple of heavily-armed perps with them.”

Jason asked, “you want to wait for backup?”

Y/n shook her head. “No time. We only have a minute to win the record.” She sighed and declared, “I'm going in.” At Jason’s scandalised look, she reassured him, smiling. She gently took Jason’s gun from his hands. “Don't worry. I have a plan on how to beat them: Give up.”

“What?!”

“Trust me,” Y/n said. “Or don't.” She shrugged. “I'm doing it anyway.” Jason’s heart dropped, watching her walk cautiously into the room. She announced, hands holding her guns in the air, “GCPD! Don't shoot!” Inside the room were two perps, guarding three hostages. “I'm here to surrender,” Y/n told them. The hostages looked at her as if she was crazy. “Let the hostages go and take me instead,” she said. 

“Not happening.” One of the perps growled. “Drop your weapon!”

”Okay, okay, my fingers are off the triggers.” Y/n agreed, dangling her guns off her fingers. “I'm just gonna slowly put them down in front of me….” She started crouching down. Jason watched, aghast, from the doorway. “I’m slowly putting 'em…” Suddenly, she twisted her fingers around and pulled the triggers, shooting the two perps in the chest.

“Goddamn it!” One of the perps yelled.

“Dick, time!” Y/n shouted into her comm.

“18 minutes, 28 seconds. You broke the record!” Dick cried back.

“Yes! Nice!” Jason ran in and hugged Y/n tightly, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. She squealed and hugged him back. 

Jason paraded her out of the room and they greeted their teammates to a chorus of cheers, applause, and claps on the back.

“Ah, there she is!” Dick called.

“The record is ours.” Y/n spread her arms.

“I still can't believe your final kill came from Dick’s move.” Tim shook his head, looking disgusted.

“You went upsy-downsies?” Dick gasped. “That's what I call it, because you hold the gun upside-down.”

Y/n sighed. “Yes, Richard, I went upsy-downsies. And none of you shall ever speak of it again.”

“But I want to speak of it,” Jason whined. “You looked really stupid.”

“Alright, let's go.” Dick grinned. “Drinks are on me.”

“Nice! Here we go, six-six!” Y/n held her hand up to Jason for a high-five, face flushed with excitement.

Jason grimaced. “Actually, Rose asked me to dinner, so maybe I can meet up with you guys afterwards?”

Y/n’s face dropped. “Oh. Sure. Yeah. Of course. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool.” Jason nodded and left, giving goodbyes as he walked away.

“What's going on, Gina Thunderhouse?” Cass smirked, sidling up with Steph. 

Y/n muttered, “what do you think Jason sees in Rose?”

“So you do like him!” Steph accused, smiling slyly. 

“I'm just curious!” Y/n tried to defend. “I mean, she's okay-looking and a good cop….” But aren’t I okay-looking and a good cop? “Also, she set the course record, but that's nothing. I broke it, like, 20 minutes later.”

“You want to know why he went out with her and not you?” Cass asked quietly. 

“Yeah.” Y/n swallowed harshly. 

“Because she actually asked him out,” Steph finished.

Captain Wayne raised a brow, looking down at Y/n’s desk. “You won coolest kill?” He gestured to the small tennis trophy Y/n was staring at. 

“No- not by a long shot.” She chuckled dryly. “But Dick bought it for me ‘cause he felt like I should’ve won. But he’s bias, of course.”

“Of course.” Captain Wayne smiled softly. “Detective, are you alright?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Captain,” Y/n mumbled. “Can- can I ask you a question?” 

“Sure, L/n.”

Y/n looked up at Wayne. “How’d you know Clark was the one?” she whispered.

Bruce sighed and offered, “come into my office. And bring your trophy.”

Doing as she was told, Y/n followed Bruce into his office. She sat down and Bruce took the trophy from her, placing it on his desk proudly. “When I first got here, Damian told me of your predicament.” When Y/n’s mouth fell open in betrayal, Bruce held up his hand. “I would’ve figured it out either way. I used to be a detective, after all. But what he didn’t know is if Todd liked you back. However, based on months of observation, I’ve noticed, for lack of a better simile, that Todd follows you like a lost puppy. I should know; I acted the same way towards Clark before we started dating.”

“Did you ask him out?” Y/n asked.

Bruce let out a laugh. “God, no. I was too scared. But that’s not an invitation to make the same mistakes I did. I lost a lot of time with Clark because of my anxiety.”

“Duly noted, Captain. Thank you.”

“Anytime, L/n. And good job in the Tactical Village.”

“Thank you, sir.”

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

I’ve finally reached a point where I can sit down and do some work on Ash’s game on my own. It took a lot longer than I thought it would. Not only because his workflow is incredibly chaotic, but also his design is incredibly complex, far more complex than anything we work on at Rainy Day, but it’s fun to feel challenged again.

I’ve spent every night this week in Ash’s living room while he walks me through everything he has so far, sorting out the design and the mechanics, his ideas for the worlds, characters, storylines, objectives, and so on. Yet, it feels like we’ve only scratched the surface.

We work well together, but we’re also easily distracted, often going off on random tangents and talking about everything from our families to school years and childhood friends to experiences we’ve had or want to have; we talk about how fun it would be to have our own indie gaming company one day, if only we could focus on the actual game for longer than an hour at a time.

Last night a song came on that inspired a whole conversation about music and all the songs we used to sing the wrong lyrics to, and some he still sings wrong just to annoy Lex. We started playing a game where we’d give each other a random word or category and the other would have to play a song they liked that fit. At one point I asked him what his guilty pleasure song is.

“Oh, I have dozens of those,” he said, “uh, but the first one that comes to mind is The Boys of Summer.”

“Your guilty pleasure song is an 80’s song?” I was shocked considering the amount of shit he gives me for the majority of my playlist.

“No no no no,” he shook his head, “I should clarify. The original sucks.”

“Of course you think so.”

“Obviously. Okay, but the one I’m talking about is the cover of The Boys of Summer by The Ataris.

“I like the name, but I have no idea who that is,” I admitted.

He laughed as he pulled up the song and told me, “You’re either going to love this or hate it. I’m not sure which.” When he pressed play, all I could do was watch in awe as he shamelessly enjoyed the song, complete with hand motions, air guitar and lip syncing. At one point he leaned in and sang directly to me, “But I don’t understand what happened to our love. But baby when I get you back, I’m gonna show you what I’m made of!” And then he spun away and started dancing to the chorus.  

Before I had a chance to think too hard about whether he was trying to tell me something through the lyrics, he pulled me off the couch to join him. We sang and danced with everything we had until we collapsed onto the couch, out of breath and wiping tears from our eyes.

When we finally calmed down, he pointed at me, “Your turn. What’s your guilty pleasure song?”

“Oh god,” I covered my face, “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this.”

“Tell me.” He demanded.

“Dancing With Myself by Generation X. I can’t hear it and not sing and dance around my apartment like an idiot.”

“Oh, I have got to see this!” He sat up excitedly to find the song and turn it on… and then cheered when I began clapping my hands to the beat… and then completely lost it and fell over laughing when I sang along with my eerily accurate Billy Idol impersonation.

It’s become one of my favorite things, making him laugh. He has about a dozen different laughs from a rush of air through his teeth, to an infectious giggle, to a loud belly laugh… but my favorite is when he’s laughing so hard that no sound comes out aside from a series of clicks until he finally catches his breath.

It’s so easy with him, to get out of my head, to just relax and be myself.

Not everything is easy, though. I keep telling myself that eventually my feelings will fade, that it will get easier to just be his friend and nothing more, but if anything, it’s getting more difficult. Sometimes when we’re together, all I can think about is sliding my hand over to rest it on his leg, or to pick up his hand and interlace our fingers, or to reach up and hold his face, turning it toward me so I can kiss him. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about kissing him, his lips, his neck, that inch skin above his waistband that sometimes shows when his shirt rides up just enough, every part of him. Sometimes I let my eye contact linger just a little, desperate for him to give me a sign that he still feels the same way, but he never does. On some level, I’m grateful. It’s better this way. I’d only end up hurting him again.

I hear the front door open and close, bringing me out of my daydream and back to my computer screen. I look over what I’ve done so far to make sure I didn’t screw anything up while I drifted away.

A second later, I hear Dawn enter the room and flop onto my bed behind me and I glance at the clock, it’s only two.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Finished early. What are you doing? I thought you weren’t working on Fridays anymore.”

“I’m not. It’s just a side project I’m working on with Ash.”

“Ooooh I see.”

I roll my eyes and change the subject before she can inquire further. “So, why are you on my bed? What do you want?” As I say the words, I’m overcome by the feeling that we’ve done this before.

“For you to take a break and go do something with me." I'm antsy. "I’m antsy.” Her words come out like an echo from my own mind and my whole body feels fuzzy for a moment.

“Have we had this conversation before?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Hm. I’m having the weirdest déjà vu.”

“Maybe you’ve been staring at that screen too long. We should get out and do something.”

“What do you have in mind?”

I’m open to suggestions. “I’m open to suggestions.”

Weird. This conversation, the song playing through my speaker, Dawn laying on my bed, me at my computer… everything feels so familiar. “Where’s your boyfriend? Why aren’t you dragging him out?” Even as I ask the question, I know I’ve asked it before.

“He’s busy…” Having coffee with his ex-girlfriend. “Having coffee with his ex-girlfriend.”

Okay, I clearly need some fresh air, and she clearly needs my support right now, so I save my work, lock my computer, and spin around to face her. “Oh, that’s why you’re antsy. Okay, I can take a break, but let’s go outside. We can go for a jog, that’ll get your energy out.”

“Fine, I’ll go change.”

Prev // Deja vu // Next

[avkizi]

MARAUDERS ERA DR INTRO !!

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||*.name: venus mayumi

||*.nicknames: rings, vee

||*.birthday: 06/04 (11)

||*.pronouns: she/her

||*.occupation: student @ hogwarts

||*.ethnicity: filipino/japanese/german

||*.blood status: half-blood

APPEARENCE + MOODBOARD

⋆.˚ lil blurb: i have vitiligo, which affects my eye, skin in some smaller patches, and the front bits of my hair, making them lighter ⋆.˚

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||*.house: gryffindor

||*.friends: marauders & valkyries, + regulus black (♡), dorcas meadows, pandora rosier, kingsley shacklebolt, & emmeline vance (civil w/ the skittles/emeralds bc of reg)

||*.animagus form: raccoon

||*.personality/social life: lowkey a little loud, def more similar to james & sirius than remus & peter, but i actually know when to shut tf up, and i'm generally well-liked. there isn't as much hatred of other houses, and a lot of the death eater/pureblood stuff is way less prevelant, so friendly rivalries are common, but no all-out hatred. me n sirius are beaters for the gryffindor quidditch team (i'm also lowkey ripped asf hehehe), but i end up having to drop out mid fifth year from an injury, so me n lily end up commentating (lmao).

||*.hobbies:

muggle volleyball thrifting, crocheting, embroidery, & sewing singing + playing electric guitar jewlery making rock, fossil, and bone collecting/foraging parkour roller skating quidditch

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||* uniforms arent as strictly enforced, fridays, weekends, and non-school days like holidays you can wear regular clothes undr your robes, accessories are always allowed (jewelry, belts, hair shit, etc.)

||* there are a bunch of extra curriculars available like different clubs, etc. and theyre lowkey super fun theres like baking club, art club, care of magical creatures, its so sick.

||* they do so many fancy events theres a halloween masquerade ball, easter ball, valentines day dance, autumn/spring equinox events, etc. also the triwizard tournament didn't get banned and there was one in my fourth year bc i said so

||* it's genrally recognized that students within the same house arent all the same sow hile friendly competition is encouraged, it's also common for students to have friends from other houses, and ppl are allowed in other house's dorms & common rooms if they're invited

||* there is a bioluminescent cave pool under the castle and its so fun to hang out in oh my god its not cold or anything its just soso cool

||*voldemorts downfall happens the year after we graduate (aka the order destroys all the horcruxes), and nobody i know well dies so none of the betrayal happens, but regulus does end up taking the mark but dosen't believe in all that shit & works as a spy (snape could NEVER) for the order, and still destroys the horcrux but survives and fully leaves his family (suck it walburga and orion)

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has three pets, two cats and an owl, whos names are mocha, shinya, & ghost, (the cats r technially communal between me n the valkyries bc they live in the dorms w us, but idc)

bands/music artists and slang r all the same as they are now, but technology etc is all 70s (w/o the homophobia racism etc)

i shift in the day before i get my hogwarts letter

sirius and reg are irish twins so while reg is still younger hes in our year (along w the rest of the skittles/emeralds its for simplicity)

there is a creek/river system in the forest and its so cool to hangout near theres like fossils and bones and cool rocks and shit EVERYWHERE i love it

the lake is swimmable (unless you can't swim cough cough regulus black) and its super fun theres a dock and floating platforms and stuff its amazing when its hot out

the dr follows kind of an atyd type timeline of events w exceptions

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that's all pretty much!!! thats a long one lmao sorry abt that but also if y'all knw any younger raspier british fem voiceclaims pls tell me im in the trenches rn trying to find a british vc that dosent sound like shes in bridgerton lmao ok byeeee love u

[jaehunnyy]

The sound of our tied souls

Genre: soulmate!au, rockstar!au, kinda enemies-to-lovers but not really, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: rockstar!San x fem!reader (feat. reader's best friend x Mingi)

Warnings: swear words (quite a lot), time-skip, kind of a bad guy attitude—San's a bit of a jerk at the beginning but he has a character development :), soulmate rejection, mentions of some jealous fans, kinda slow-burn, one kiss, possible grammar mistakes

A/N: this oneshot is part of @sungbeam's soulmate collab, which i was so proud to be part of; thanks for the opportunity, love 🤍

You got woken up by that annoying song again, your beauty sleep being thrown away for the rest of the night—cause it seemed like your soulmate had no sleeping schedule. You couldn't understand how he could listen to this all the time, you often wondered if his hearing was still intact—cause the loud growl of what seemed to be an electric guitar could surely manage to make you deaf by now. 

You have first discovered your soulmate bond after your 16th birthday, when you began hearing rock music everyday. Everyone was talking about how sweet their marks were: a tattoo with the letter of their significant other's name, a highlight in their hair matching their future partner's color, and the list could go on. You, on the other hand, had to struggle with listening to something you absolutely despised, without thinking that your soulmate returned the same feeling to your music choice. With a mischievous smile on your face, you made your way to your piano, starting to play one of your favorite songs. God, if only you knew how frustrated your soulmate got. 

"San, you messed up again! Can you fucking focus?" Hongjoong, the leader of their group, Guerrillas, shouted, watching as the culprit lowered his head. 

"I can't, Joong. I can't, because all I hear right now is Für Elise, and it messes my head up!" he shouted too, pulling his hair back in frustration.

The others looked at each other with confused looks; was there something they didn't know? Without actually meaning to, Mingi bursted into laughter, leading Wooyoung to chuckle as well. 

"Since when do you listen to classical music?" he asked San, smirking playfully. 

"I don't. That thing you call soulmate does." 

"You're hearing what your soulmate listens to?!" Wooyoung exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock. 

"Yeah. But you know I'm not into this shit of yours, so let's get back to practice. I'll try and focus." he simply said, taking his guitar again, the strap attached to it hugging his torso perfectly. 

Seonghwa shrugged and signaled the others to start playing, their practice session blooming once again. You could swear that he'd never played music that loud before; it felt like a competition between the two of you, and you smiled at the thought of having him so frustrated. You didn't know who he was nor how he looked, but you were ready to make his life a living hell, as much as he had started to turn yours into one.  

At one point, the music stopped and you managed to sleep a bit, but it was way too little for your liking. You woke up at the sound of your doorbell, your best friend standing behind the wooden door. 

"You won't believe what my boyfriend got me!" she said as soon as you opened the door, barging into your house like it was her own. 

"Do I wanna know?" you sighed, thinking that your best friend's excitement meant chaos. 

"He got me two tickets at his band's concert! We're gonna see the Guerrillas!" she jumped, pulling the two golden-like tickets from her pocket. 

She and Mingi—her soulmate, met a while ago, and since then, she was always talking about him and how much their music grew on her. She must have been so happy now, that her world had finally earned its colors. Her and Mingi's soulmate mark consisted of seeing the world in black and white, until the two of them met. You still remembered how fast they agreed on becoming a couple, and you still wondered how they made it work so well. You knew how proud she was of her boyfriend, mainly because it was the third time she was trying to convince you to go with her, thinking that it would be, somehow, her lucky chance. 

"There's no way I'm going to a rock concert." you protested, crossing your arms. 

"There's no way I'll leave you alone until you say yes." she smirked, shoving one of the tickets in your jacket. 

Nice try, you thought, before taking a moment to actually read the information on the ticket. How bad could it be, after all? Maybe, in this way, you could find more about your soulmate's favorite genre of music. You also thought it was maybe an occasion to meet Mingi's friends; you knew he was in the college's rock band, though you've never met them in this formula.

"Fine. I'm only doing it for Mingi's effort to get you these." you said coldly, side-eyeing your friend when she gave you a bear hug; it was gonna be a long week.

While the two were already making plans for the big day, the boys took a break from their intense practice session, starting to talk about whatever traveled their mind while drinking a can of energy drink. San was absent from their conversation, fidgeting with his calloused fingers, the effort of always trying to hit the right strings showing. The thought of having a soulmate was really burdening him, he didn't want to spend his energy searching for someone he didn't even want to meet. Little San would probably be disappointed, because all he has ever wished for was to grow up and meet his other half. Arts student San, though? He didn't need anything else as long as he had his guitar by his side; a capo and some sheet music could easily solve his problems. But he couldn't stand the thought of someone constantly hearing the feelings he tried expressing through music; it made him feel vulnerable, like he had no personal space anymore.

"San, do you agree with the outfits we've decided on?" Jongho asked, looking curiously at the way too quiet boy. 

"Huh… yeah, sure, sounds great." he replied, avoiding the way Yunho raised his eyebrow at his reply. 

"You didn't pay attention," he sighed, before adding some other words: "Something's definitely bothering you, so talk to us." 

"Is it because of your soulmate? Why don't you just search for her?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the way the elder tensed. "It should stop after you meet, right?" 

"Meeting her means that I have to be committed, and I don't want to commit to her." he spat, putting emphasis on not wanting to do so, and without bothering to spare his friends the slightest glance, he just took his things and left them speechless, in the middle of the studio. 

The week passed fastly, the not-so-wanted (by a certain someone, 'cause the whole college actually went crazy for it) concert finally coming to life. The boys were backstage, trying to memorize their lines or chords for the last time. You and your friend would be late though; because she couldn't let you wear the clothes you would usually wear. 

"I can't believe you want to wear a coat to a rock concert," she sighed, slightly amused by your antics. "They cover songs like Smells Like Teen Spirit, Sweet Child O' Mine and more, and they will most likely sing their own songs as well. This isn't Antonio Vivanti." 

You let out an offended scoff, grabbing the leather jacket she was trying to put on you and wearing it, despite the ick the weird material was giving you. "And it's Vivaldi, by the way. Pay respect!" 

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon, or else we will be late!" 

Luckily for her (‘cause you tried to lose as much time as you could), you arrived just when they settled on stage, greeting the ones who came to see them. You couldn't say you weren't a bit jealous whenever you saw the way her and Mingi looked at each other—because it did something to you. But you were scared of being rejected, pretty sure that the soulmate thing wasn't as easy as it seemed. 

Your thoughts were brushed off by the loud sound made by the mix of instruments, making you flinch, to your friend's amusement. Not being able to sneak outside because of her hand constantly holding yours, you decided that the least you could do was to pretend you were enjoying it. The others seemed to have fun too, even the boys, who really owned the stage—until something stole the show. San was taken aback by the way his in-ears worked—or so he thought. The same song they were performing was playing in a faded but bothering way in his ears, making him look at the others with a questionable look. He then made a few gestures to the staff, waiting for the song to stop so he could go and see what was wrong. Hongjoong looked at him worriedly while still focused on his bass, meanwhile Mingi almost messed up while playing the drums. 

"We will be back in a few minutes, wait for us, okay?" Jongho screamed, hoping to keep the audience busy for a bit, while the others went to see what was wrong with San; their mics weren't off, though. 

"There's nothing wrong with your in-ears, San. They work perfectly," the staff informed him, a few curse words leaving his mouth. 

"What if your soulmate is at the concert, San?" Yeosang asked innocently, almost like a joke—though the younger boy freezed in his place. 

The audience went crazy; some fangirls gasped and started to whisper several things about San's potential soulmate, meanwhile some of them had the same reaction as San. Some of them even started to run, looking suspiciously at every single girl they saw. "San has a soulmate?", "God, what did she do in her past life?", and so many other phrases that made you scoff. Who was this San and why was he so popular? The influence of his jealous fans spreaded through the whole venue, making the staff finally notice their mics and turn them off, though it was too late—the fuss was already created.

"I don't think that's the case—" Seonghwa tried to protest, but San stopped him. 

"I think that's exactly the case." San looked at them, before throwing his in-ears somewhere. "What should we do now? I don't want to perform anymore." 

"Then… let's wrap it up." Hongjoong sighed, before going back on stage. "Due to some unfortunate events, we need to stop here, darlings. Don't worry, we will come back soon!" He bowed and left the stage, leaving the fans high and dry. In other circumstances, nothing could have made him leave the stage that easily; he would have found a solution. But seeing how messed up his friend was, it made him want to try and understand him, he was going through a quite special phase, after all.

"I will go ask Mingi about what happened, do you want to come?" your friend asked, though your answer didn't even matter, she was already dragging you after her. 

She greeted her boyfriend and the others as if they knew each other since forever, asking them about what was wrong. 

"San hears whatever his soulmate is listening too, and he has only told us a few days ago," Mingi said, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist. 

Your eyes widened at what he said, but you decided to keep composure—maybe it was just a coincidence. 

"And she is into classical music, it's so frustrating. Why would she come to our concert?" San snapped, ignoring the guest his friend's soulmate brought. 

It all made sense to you then. You probably didn't realize the music coming from him because you tried to enjoy the new experience, but it made sense. The two-tone haired boy, the arrogant San everyone was talking about was standing in front of you—moreover, he was your soulmate; and he didn't seem too happy with the idea of being bonded to someone. 

"Who's the lady next to you?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the need to make you feel implied in the discussion. 

"She's Y/N, I dragged her here with me," your friend laughs awkwardly. "She's not a fan, but Mingi got me two tickets so I made use of them." 

"Oh! Do you happen to hear rock music sometimes?" Wooyoung asked, smirking playfully. 

"Uhm… no, sorry." you said, looking at San, who was already looking suspiciously at you. He was really arrogant, you wished to be able to reject him, but he seemed to do it first. 

"Even if she was, I told you guys I don't care. My soulmate can go search for another one." he said, before leaving them, once again. You were the next one to leave, not even caring about the possibility of giving your little secret away.

Even after a few days, you couldn't deny the emptiness you felt the moment you were indirectly rejected by your soulmate—it was definitely noticeable, somewhere in your heart. It was safe to say San didn't feel as good as he thought he would either, even when he rejected the one he was assigned to live his whole life with on purpose. He figured out it was you, because he stopped hearing the once annoying music; but he missed it. And the news about his soulmate was spread in the whole college as well, not helping at all; they were making even the outsiders interested in the tea going on. 

"I'm tired of this shit, guys. I won't come to practice today." 

Hongjoong looked at him once again, nodding, not knowing exactly how to comfort his friend in this situation, words long forgotten. San started to walk in the direction of where the studio was, his ears filling with the melodious sound of a piano playing. Like it was a habit of his, his legs guided him to the door, which he cracked open, just to reveal you playing the piano. Your fingers moved skillfully along the piano keys, Debussy's Clair de Lune resonating beautifully in the room. The sweet melody managed to comfort him somehow; he didn’t know if it was the calming nature of the song or the closure he was supposed to have with you, but he felt relaxed, listening peacefully until the painful silence started to bother him. He then took the matters into his own hands—in such a San way. 

"You’ve got some skills, soulmate," he said, his lips stretching into a little smile, though a little dimple made its appearance still. 

You got a bit surprised by his presence, but stopped what you were doing, to return a small smile and answer him. 

"Thank you. I guess you do too." 

"Was that Beethoven?" he asked curiously, sitting on the chair in front of the piano, next to you. 

"Claude Debussy, but A for effort," you said, smiling at his attempt. 

A wave of silence spread across the room, before you decided to break it: "We got off to a bad start, but we can still repair it. I'm Y/N," you said, sticking your hand out to him. 

He grabbed it, shaking it softly. "I'm San, nice to meet you again." He waited for another reaction of yours, but seeing that you didn't plan on saying anything else, he made the next step: "Let's be friends." 

You spent most of the day with him, sharing tips and talking about your opposite passions—though it was well known that opposites attract. Now, that you've gotten to know him a bit better, you could say he was more than just an arrogant guy. 

One month passed since your first interaction with your soulmate, and you would have never expected that there would be more; yet here you were, watching as he excitedly got two tickets from his pocket. 

"You're invited to our concert tonight! My treat this time, for you and our friend." he winked, handing the same golden-like tickets to you. 

"I'll be there, Sannie." you smiled, giving him a side hug before running to your class. He smiled softly, not believing the effect love could have on him.

Furthermore, tonight's stage would be an important one for him; it could mean accomplishment or failure, but he was still willing to try. The boys found him smiling like an idiot—but they enjoyed it, they could tease him about how a certain someone made him change. He never failed to amaze them, but someone definitely brought the best in him. He watched as the boys looked at him, his freshly dyed hair glowing nicely into the dim lights. His hands were covered in a pair of fingerless mesh gloves, fingers full of rings, while his t-shirt was nicely tucked in his leather pants. Some chains were dangling on his neck and waist, and a fake lip ring laid on his lower lip, completing the rockstar look he opted for. 

"Where's San and what have you done with him?" Yeosang joked, entertaining the other seven boys in the room. 

"Shut up, Sang. Are you ready?" Seonghwa asked, taking his mic and retouching the last details for tonight's show. 

"Never been more ready." San smiled, taking his guitar and being the first one to get on stage. 

"Hello guys, thank you for coming today too!" Wooyoung exclaimed, getting ready to perform at his best. 

You and your friend were somewhere in the front row, singing along with the other fans who came to see the eight boys. You were bouncing with her, enjoying the genre you softly became addicted to, but it was surely an influence San had on you. You didn't know what happened to you, but you still had hope, that maybe something would change his mind. Suddenly, the culprit's voice was heard in the whole venue, catching your attention and making you stop whatever you were doing. 

"As you all know, one month ago, I met my soulmate at the concert we held in the same place. I'd like her to join me here, please, Y/N?" he smiled, gesturing for you to get on stage, next to them. 

You looked confusedly at your friend, who pushed you in the direction of the stage, playing their game. You got there, finding yourself in front of the crowd and waving awkwardly at them, not expecting to hear their loud screaming. 

"I know I was a bit of a douchebag at the beginning, and that was definitely not the way you wanted us to meet. I messed up, but I hope you can forgive me." 

The fans cheered up louder, while a big smile found its way to your face, making the boy's lips stretch into one as well. 

"I know I rejected you at the beginning, but let me try to fix things. I hope it's not too late," he laughed softly, before continuing: "Have you started your looking for another soulmate project yet?" 

You burst into laughter, nodding as no a few times. His cheeks got colored in a crimson red tone, and you could swear you've never seen anything cuter than a shy rockstar.

"Can I have the chance of being the lucky one, then?" he asked and watched as your expression changed, nervousness noticeable in his voice as well. 

"I thought you considered yourself unluck—" Wooyoung interrupted, but Jongho was fast to cover his mouth and prevent him from saying anything else. "You're screwing the moment, Woo." he said, mouth still pressed on his older friend's mouth. 

You laughed at their antics, taking the mic from San's hand. 

"As much as you've annoyed me, I still like you, Choi San. I always did, which is why I would actually love to give you this chance." 

As soon as you finished your romantic little speech, he cupped your face, pressing his lips on yours softly. The fans went crazy, cheering and jumping as the two of you sealed the promise of loving each other forever with a soft kiss. 

"With these being said, I'd like to announce the title of our next album, entitled The sound of our tied souls!" Yunho said, making the night of every single soul attending that concert, the stars shining even brighter above their heads.

You pressed your forehead on San's, admiring his beauty while your noses rubbed lovingly against each other's. The road you had to walk on to find your soulmate was a tough one, but looking back on it, you wouldn't want it another way; you were too excited for your future with your other half—the arrogant boy you started to love, the one destined to be eternally yours. 

[mintea-in-space]

Meeting the Cardinal

Ghoul Clergy Au (Species Swap)

Pairings: Established Dewther(briefly mentioned)

The ghoulish Cardinal Copia meets his new band of humans, hired to help him spread his message through music.

Words: 1,345

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Copia shakes as he stands in Sister Imperator’s office. His tail hasn’t stopped flicking nervously, throwing off little sparks that disappear as quickly as they appear. The creak of his gloves as he wrings his hands sounds loud to his own ears. Sister herself stands at his side, hands folded neatly in front of her as her tail moves in a relaxed sway. “You’re going to be fine.” She sighs. “They’re just humans, you can handle a few humans yes?”

Copia shrugs his shoulders and bites back a whine. “This is different.” He whispers. “I’ll be in charge of them.” It’s a pathetic excuse, he’s a Cardinal for Satan’s sake. Copia has had the title long enough to know how to take charge, to lead. And usually he does just fine, but usually he has Sister at his side.

This time he’ll have to do it on his own. Mostly anyway.

A knock on the door makes him jump, and Copia quickly straightens his spine. Two seconds later a masked face pokes through the door. He recognizes his scent, this was one of Terzo’s old band mates, Aether. He shuffles in, the two others following just behind. And then, after Mountain, four more humans enter the room. None of them have masks, and they have no uniforms yet. Sister clears her throat.

“Right on time. Aether, Mountain, Dewdrop, I’m sure you’ve met the Cardinal before.” Dewdrop silently nods. “And he has met you as well.” Copia gives them a shaky wave. The four new humans are staring at him strangely. Awe? Fear? Surprise? He isn’t sure yet. “Now then. Let’s get the newbies introduced yes? Cardinal, this is Swiss, Cumulus, Cirrus, and Rain. Backing vocals and guitar, backing vocals and keyboard, backing vocals and keyboard, and bass.” Sister points to each human as she names them and their roles. “And this is your Cardinal Copia. He will be leading the Ghost project, and you will be working under him from here on out.”

Copia finds himself pulled in by Cirrus’ eyes, a stormy grey blue that almost reminds him of an air ghoul. He tears his eyes away to meet Swiss’ and the taller man gives him this roguish smile that makes something in his belly flutter. He forces his mouth to work. “Ah, eh, hello? N-nice to meet you all.” Cirrus seems to be staring at his tail, and Cumulus seems to be staring at his horns. Swiss hasn’t broken eye contact. Rain hasn’t even looked up from the floor, arms crossed protectively over his chest. Copia gulps and then squeaks when Sister puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Why don’t you help the others show them around, hm? I’m sure they’re all dying for a proper tour!” Sister’s eyes flash, the tips of her horns sparking for just a split second. Copia nods. “Good, good, now off you go.” With that she ushers them all out, office door closing behind them with a click. There’s a silence for a moment and Copia can feel how clammy his hands are. Swiss is the first person to break it.

“You know I really thought that online flyer was joking about the whole demon thing. I mean, you could be wearin’ a headband, makeup, but that tail is pretty damn convincing.” Said tail quickly curls around Copia’s leg. Aether huffs out a laugh and pats Swiss on the shoulder.

“I did try warning you. Nothing like seeing it for the first time, but I tried.”

Copia shakes his head, ignoring the heat on his face. “Y-yes, well. It’s all real. I tried telling them the ads would work. Have had more than a few prank calls, but they did work.” Cirrus lets out a huff of a laugh.

“Can’t believe I’m actually going to be playing keys for a demon. They called me crazy back home. Thought this was gonna be like…a theater band.”

“Same.” Cumulus lets out a soft laugh of her own. “Granted I didn’t care as long as I could sing and play.”

“Well…you all were hand picked. Not by me! Eh, but yes! You all showed a lot of promise, so here’s hoping you stick with us!” Copia titters, squeaking nervously as he tugs at his collar. “Anyway! You all want a tour! Yes! I should, uh, show you around, no? We should probably start with the dorms!!” Without looking back, the Cardinal marches off down the hall, leaving the humans to rush to keep up.

Swiss ends up falling into step next to Aether, hazel eyes tracking the way Copia’s tail flicks as he walks. “So, we gonna be getting masks like that, too?”

Aether shrugs. “Masks yes. Like this? Probably not. From what I’m told they change with every front man. Which means you all will have to get fitted.”

“Can you take them off?” Swiss grins now and winks. “Bet you’ve got a handsome mug.” Dewdrop snorts behind him before pinching his hip.

“Don’t flirt with my boyfriend.” He grumbles, pleased when Swiss yipes. “You just fucking met. And no, outside of the dorms you’re not supposed to take them off.”

“Bummer.” Swiss rubs where he was pinched as Aether laughs. “Ah well. Suppose I can suffer through it, if I must.” They fall into an easy conversation, Aether is easy to talk to, and Dewdrop jumps in every once in a while. Behind them Cirrus and Cumulus are getting along just as well, although they got a head start by taking the same bus to the ministry. Rain just follows silently, pleased with the way Mountain doesn’t seem to mind.

Up ahead, Copia does his best to settle his heartbeat. His band seems to be getting along! That’s good! Considering how Terzo’s band fell apart, they need camaraderie moving forward. At long last he spins around with a chirp, hands folding behind his back to hide their fidgeting. “Okie dokie! These are the dorms! You all will be sharing this space, thankfully with no one else!” With flourish, Copia pushes the door open to show them the commons. “You have a full kitchen and dining room, and a full living area! There’s WiFi as well, I believe Aether can give you the password. And down the hall are your rooms! They should already have your names on the doors, and your luggage should still be inside. I will let Aether, Dewdrop, and Mountain be the ones to go into further details about how they do things later, but for now why don’t we explore the grounds, yes?”

And just like that Copia is off again. He chatters the entire time they walk, desperately trying to fill in the gaps. Rain seems to perk up at the sight of the lake, something that makes Copia’s heart warm. A hand on his shoulder makes him jump, twisting to meet Swiss’ gaze. The man asks him something about the gardens, and genuinely seems to listen when Copia does his best to answer it. Before long the two of them walk side by side, Swiss asking question after question and Copia answering. He almost feels disappointed when they all end back at Sister’s office. “Well then. I suppose that’s everything. I’m sure you all want to go get settled in, yes? You all have the rest of today and tomorrow to rest up, and you should be getting an email soon detailing what your schedules will be like.” Copia smiles and claps his hands. “That’s all! Enjoy the rest of your day!”

And then, to everyone’s surprise, Copia bursts into flames before disappearing, Cumulus letting out a shriek. “Oh don’t worry about that.” Dewdrop just waves a hand. “He just does that sometimes. The freak.” Aether whaps the back of Dewdrop’s head.

“Oi! Don’t be rude to the Cardinal! …..you’ve gotta wait a few minutes to make sure he’s actually gone.”

They all pause as the brief scent of smoke dissipates. There’s a silence, and they all turn in surprise when Rain lets out a snort. “This should be interesting…”

[word-wytch]

Don't Stand So Close To Me — Chapter 5

Eddie x Teacher!Reader

Chapter 5/? 3.2k. Series Masterlist

✏︎ A lesson in rock history and the things you can say with a thumb.

✏︎ Series Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.

While you struggle starting over in a place you never thought you would return, Eddie struggles feeling stuck in a place he can’t manage to leave — until you offer to help him. Of all the lessons learned, the most important are the ones you teach each other.

✏︎ Series CW: forbidden romance, slow burn, smut (18+ mdni), true love, internal conflict, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)

Chapter warnings: drinking mention

“Happy Monday!” chimed Ms. Click, fixing her coffee on the counter in the teacher’s lounge. “How was your weekend, sweetie?”

You turned to her as you nestled the glass coffee pot back onto the warmer. “Oh, you know. Just catching up on errands and chores. Same old, same old.” Oh, and wrestling with thoughts I really shouldn’t be having about my student. You figured it was best to leave that part out. Though if you were being totally honest you had done more of that than anything else this weekend. You couldn’t believe yourself.

“Oh I hear ya, it’s real easy for things like that to just take over. Pretty soon you feel like you’re just living the same week over and over again and then whoops! 20 years go by!” she said with a loud and slightly pained laugh.

You smiled weakly. “Yeah, time really does fly.”

“It does if you’re not careful! You’ve got to treasure every precious moment while you can,” she said, giving a gentle pat on your forearm before turning to leave.

“I try to,” you said, turning to open a new carton of milk for your coffee. You watched it swirl as you poured it in and thought about Eddie Munson again. You wondered what a what a weekend was like for him, what sort of trouble he might get into. You thought about him cruising down the road in his van at night, blasting his music and driving way over the speed limit — not a care in the world. You thought about being a passenger, about laughing with him as he took his hands off the wheel to play air guitar to a song you didn’t recognize.

“Hey!” she said Diane in a little whisper, waving her hand between you and your coffee.

You jolted upward and turned to her. “Oh hey! Sorry, I’m a total space cadet today apparently.”

“It’s Monday, you’re allowed,” she said with a warm chuckle. She leaned back against the coffee station. “Sooo, your birthday is on Friday. It’s the big 3-0 right? Have any plans?”

Yes, that. You hadn’t forgotten, though you secretly wished you had. “I’m shocked you remembered!”

“Well, birthdays are circled on the office calendar,” she said, folding her arms with a little smirk, “I can’t give myself that much credit, but we should really do something. It’s a big one.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Honestly I hadn’t given it much thought.”

“There’s always Pal Joey’s. At the very least I can bake you a cake and we can just get drunk together, right?” she said with a playful chuckle.

You laughed, “Yeah, I don’t need anything extravagant. Just something low key would be nice. Actually, I have a friend I haven’t seen since I moved back over the summer. She’s been busy with her small kids, I bet she’d appreciate getting out for a night.”

“That’s the spirit! Ok, got any preference for cake flavors?”

You thought for a moment, a smile playing on your lips as you brought a curved finger to them, “Surprise me.”

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You set off down the main hallway like you did every morning, careful not to slosh the remainder of your coffee too hard as you walked. You dodged the usual obstacles — kids with headphones on not paying attention, couples leaning against their lockers, jocks giving a football a few passes before another teacher reprimanded them. 

You were about halfway there when you smelled it — cigarette smoke. Not the sort of smoke left over on clothing, but actual active smoke coming from someone nearby. You glanced around to see if you could catch a plume and that was when you saw him.

You didn’t know his name but he must have been a junior at least. He was more than six feet tall, an athlete, as you could tell from varsity jacket he had on. 

“Hey! No smoking in the hallway,” you said firmly as you approached him at the lockers.

He looked at you like you were a small child threatening to tattle on him. “Or what?”

“Or I’m giving you detention. Put it out, now.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Ooh, so scary.” His friends around him chuckled.

You swallowed, feeling small all of a sudden. “I’m serious, put it out right now.”

“Jeez, calm down, bitch.” His friends erupted in laughter, practically tripping over themselves now.

Your eyes narrowed, heart beating into your throat.

“The fuck did you just call her?” a voice cut through from behind you.

You recognized it before you whipped your head around to see him. “Eddie —”

He marched up to the athlete in front of you. “Here, let me make it easier for you.” He snatched the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground to stomp it out. There were daggers in his eyes. “Say it again.”

He looked at Eddie with a mixture of shock and confusion. “Jeez since when are you a goody two-shoes, Munson?”

“Principal’s office, now,” you said, pointing at the athlete.

He rolled his eyes again. “You gonna have your pet escort me?”

You glanced over at Eddie, you could practically feel the heat coming off of him as he glowered behind you like a shadow. “No, I can do that myself, unless you’d rather have security escort you. Your choice.”

He sighed. “Fine, Jesus.”

“I can take it from here, Eddie. Thank you.”

He glanced back and forth between the two of you, looking hesitant. “If you say so,” he conceded softly. 

You smiled at him with gracious eyes, then turned to the athlete. “Come on.”

Eddie bent down to grab the cigarette off the floor, his eyes did not leave you.

“I can take that,” you said, extending your hand.

He placed the flattened cigarette into your palm, slow enough for you to feel the calluses on his fingers as they lingered for a short moment. Yours curled around them just enough to brush the back of his knuckles as his hand left yours, as if they had a mind of their own. Your heart skipped a beat and you found the courage to meet his gaze again.

“Thank you.”

He bowed his head slightly, “Sure thing.” His eyes were dark and intense, like there was something more he wanted to say. 

You swallowed and broke his gaze. “Alright, let’s get going before I’m late for my own class.”

You walked swiftly toward the principal’s office, the two of you silent in the noisy din of the hallway as the athlete kept pace reluctantly beside you. You were halfway down the hall when you felt the urge to glance over your shoulder.

Eddie was still standing where you left him, still as a statue amidst the chaos of the hallway, watching you with careful eyes.

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Eddie watched you from the back of your fourth period English class, as he did every day. 

He watched as you as you paced about, the way you leaned against the desk as you sifted through your notes. He noticed how thoughtfully you chose your words, how eloquently you spoke.

He wondered what you were like outside of school — what you would be like at a concert, a bar, a restaurant, a movie. He wondered what sort of observations you would make about the world around you. What sort of things you would want to talk about outside the strict confines of this building, outside your role in it. You were always so good at keeping the face you’d put on that morning. He wanted to see you without it. 

Wanted to see you first thing in the morning, the sleep still in your eyes. Wanted to see you in pajamas making coffee. Wanted to feel the warmth of your skin still heated from your bed, to peer over your shoulder as you cooked your eggs, to tickle you until you turned around to kiss him.

“In chapters 13 though 15 we can see that he’s both too scared to call Jane and too scared to sleep with Sunny, even though deep down it seems he wants to. Holden alienates himself as a form of self-protection, which is a motif in the novel,” you explained. “A motif,” you scratched the word onto the board, “— is a recurring structure, contrast, or literary device that can help to inform the reader of the text’s major themes.”

You turned toward the board to finish writing the definition. It was then that Eddie saw Patrick’s arm extend behind him with a folded piece of paper that Jason promptly snatched.

You paused, glancing toward the back of the classroom at the movement. 

Jason and Patrick froze like statues. 

Your gaze lingered a moment, then you continued, turning toward the board again. 

Eddie watched out of the corner of his eye as Jason opened the note slowly, trying to minimize the crinkle of the paper. He stifled a snicker and took his pen to it, scribbling in haste.

“Now, what are some other motifs that you may have noticed so far?” you asked, turning toward the class. 

Jason froze again, sliding his notebook over the paper slowly, leaving some space to continue writing discreetly at the bottom.

Eddie felt his pulse rise and shot Jason a threatening glare.

Since when are you a goody two-shoes, Munson? The words rolled around in his head. As much as he hated to admit it, there was some truth to them. 

The truth was that he had smoked in school before. More than once. The difference was he never got caught. He had been disrespectful on more than one occasion toward the faculty. He’d never called anyone names, but he’d certainly rolled his eyes, certainly given them a hard time. He’d sneak out, skip class, pass notes, run down the hallway — he even shot a spit ball at Gareth once, but only because he deserved it after flaking out on Hellfire because some girl invited him over to work on a project.

Jason caught Eddie’s glare and made a face at him, passing the note forward to Patrick who snickered when he opened it.

You whipped your head toward the back corner of the room and locked eyes with Patrick. “Excuse me, is something funny?”

Eddie’s eyes bored into his desk. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck.

“No ma’am, sorry,” said Patrick, straightening up.

Your eyes lingered a moment suspiciously but you let it go, sighing in annoyance as you turned back toward the board.

The note passing ceased after that.

It wasn’t until after the bell rang that both Jason and Patrick made eye contact with Eddie again. This time it was in the midst of laughter as they were leaving. 

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By the time Eddie Munson had plunked himself down in his usual spot on the other side of your desk, you were admittedly exhausted. You hated to be one of those pedestrian I hate Mondays people, but today really took it out of you for some reason. 

Maybe it had something to do with the war you were waging in your mind over the man sitting across from you, but when you saw his sweet oval face again you felt the energy suddenly return to you, like a second wind. Like a breath of fresh air.

“Thank you for… intervening earlier today,” you said graciously as you filed away the papers on your desk, clearing the space.

Eddie gave a single nod. “I wanted to put it out on his face, but uh, pretty sure that’s also against the rules, so…” he said with a little chuckle.

Even behind his joking you could tell that he meant it. It stirred something in you, like a growling in the pit of your stomach. Something dormant and primal. You looked at his strong hands as he fidgeted with the pen in front of him, then your eyes traveled up to his forearms. He was wearing that flannel again with the sleeves rolled up and you wished you could ignore it, but instead you imagined what they would feel like wrapped protectively around your waist.

You cleared your throat and tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I’m afraid so,” you said with a little smile. “You know, you would think that after eight years of teaching I would be used to that sort of treatment but it still catches me off guard sometimes.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows curiously, “Eight years?”  he asked. You could almost see him doing the math in his head.

Your stomach dropped. “Yeah, um, I actually turn 30 on Friday,” you said with a nervous chuckle.

Eddie balked, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

He smirked, his eyes narrowing, “No way. I mean — sorry, it’s not a bad thing! It’s just hard to believe is all.”

“You want to see my drivers license?”

Eddie laughed, “No, no. It’s just that… you don’t seem like it to me. Not looks wise anyway. Maturity wise you’re probably closer to uh, 500 — you know, like an elf.” 

You snorted. “Thanks. That’s so much better.”

“No, I mean like Arwen old, not Galadriel old,” he said, stumbling over himself. “Sorry I’ll stop, I’m a dumbass. It doesn’t matter. It’s just a number anyway.”

There was a strange relief that came over you when he said that, more than you wanted to admit to yourself.

You had to laugh. “Arwen old, now that’s something you don’t hear every day.”

“Well, take it as a compliment. I mean you’re —” he gestured to you, up and down with his hand, his eyes widening.

You knew what he was going to say. No, you wanted to think you knew, but did you really know? You knew you shouldn’t press but you wanted to hear it. Your mouth betrayed you. “I’m what?” you asked softly.

Eddie swallowed. “You’re…” he blinked, his dark eyes darting back and forth between yours. You could see the gears turning in his head, weighing the options of what to say next. “You’re timeless.”

Timeless. Now that was a word you were not expecting. Not too bold like beautiful, or cheap like pretty. You were tempted to commend him on his vocabulary choice.

“Timeless,” you said in quiet awe as a smile crept across your face. “I’ll take that.”

Eddie relaxed into his chair, seeming pleased with himself. 

“Alright, what’s on the agenda for today?” There was a guilt that nagged at you for prompting such an intimate moment with your student, but then again, was he not the one who prompted it with his gesture? Still, it was your responsibility to be the bigger person, you knew that. And yet…

Eddie was doing well enough in your class. He was turning in his homework and did well on the last quiz. Today you decided to focus on History again since that seemed to be his biggest challenge, which meant that Eddie was now seated beside you — and that was another challenge.

Eddie Munson had a way of being around you that was hard to ignore. It was the way he looked at you from beneath his lashes, the way he almost put his shoulder behind yours as you both crowded over the textbook. You swore you weren’t imagining it. 

It was when you pointed at a line in the text, the way he inched closer to it, turned his head toward you ever so slightly, his face inches from yours. 

You could smell him again. The sweet musk of his skin, the soft scent of whatever he put in his hair. He was so close you could feel the gentle puff of his breath against your face. Your curious eyes dropped to his lips — so incredibly plush with a perfect cupid’s bow. Your animal brain betrayed you and you imagined, for just a split second, what they would feel like against yours. What he would taste like. 

You cleared your throat, face flushing as you broke the tension. “So, did you do anything fun this weekend?” 

There was a gleam in Eddie’s eyes. “Yeah, actually. Mercyful Fate was playing in Indianapolis on Saturday. Really good show.”

You nodded curiously, “Hmm, I’ve never heard of them.”

Eddie smirked, “Yeah, I figured not. I mean — most people haven’t unless they’re into metal. Which, I don’t want to make any assumptions, but…” he chuckled.

“You’re correct,” you said with a little laugh.

His eyes were tender, “What kind of music are you into?”

You hummed and glanced down at the textbook again thoughtfully, “Let’s see… I like all sorts of stuff. Older stuff like Van Morrison and Simon and Garfunkel, newer stuff like The Police and Tears for Fears. Oh and I love Joni Mitchell, especially Joni Mitchell. Her music is poetry, truly.”

Eddie hummed thoughtfully, “All good artists.”

“I mean I’m not opposed to metal. I just haven’t heard enough of it I guess. I do really like rock music, actually I love Led Zeppelin. I mean that’s not metal but,” you said in jest making the rock horn symbol with your hand.

Eddie laughed, eyes crinkling, looking at you like you were an adorable child who just said something funny. His hands came around yours impulsively, tucking your extended thumb in across your two middle fingers. “Like this,” he said sweetly. 

You swallowed, face flushing. His hands were so warm, the softness of his palms surprised you. They lingered for a moment, clutching your hand before letting go to demonstrate.

“This,” he formed the symbol with his hand, “Means rock. This?” extended his thumb, “Means ‘I love you’ in sign language.”

You chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Rookie mistake I guess.”

“It’s ok, it’s a common one. It’s not exactly been around for that long. Dio was actually the one who started doing it like five or so years ago. See, he’s super Italian and his grandma would do it like this as a sort of… spell, I guess, to keep the evil eye away.” He demonstrated, pointing his horns at you. “But then Dio kept doing it on stage, sort of adapted it into a symbol for rock.”

You nodded curiously, “See, you’re teaching me something now.”

He smiled, “I do know a few things, might not exactly be useful things, but…” 

“All knowledge is useful. In fact I think it’s a shame that we place so much value on grades. I mean honestly, most of this stuff you’re not even going to need to know to get through life. I can tell you that for a fact. I mean I know I’m not supposed to be saying that, but…”

Eddie nodded, his eyes were soft and distant. “I wish more people thought like you.”

You could feel the heat rushing to your face again. You met his eyes and smiled softly. 

You turned your attention back to the history textbook. After another twenty minutes, when it was clear that your attention spans were starting to wane, you called it for the evening.

You and Eddie left together again, out to the parking lot through the shortcut by the gym. Not a soul in sight in the hallway. He held the door open for you as you left.

Eddie was parked next to you this time.

“See you tomorrow,” you said, waving at him over the top of your little car as you unlocked it. The autumn wind kicked up, tousling your hair and scattering leaves across the parking lot.

“See ya,” he said, throwing open the door to his van.

He flashed you the rock horns again — thumb extended.

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[lustkillers]

TRY HARD.

⊹₊ ⋆ summary - he felt like she was out of reach, but he was standing in her perfect view.

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - clyde x fem!guitarist!reader.

⊹₊ ⋆ note - my first ever fic, lets hope this isn't shit. requests are open, give me something good to write :) lmk if you all want a pt.2 or something!

based off of try hard by 5sos.

SHE stars on the stage like a blazing comet. Gorgeous hair, wild and free, her guitar sings in time with every strum of her fleet fingers. The audience erupts with cheers as she builds to an electrifying climax that reverberates through the air and touches all those who are lucky enough to be listening tonight.

Everyone came to the shows for her. All crowded to see the lead guitarist, as she played chords no one has ever heard before. Her hands moved like lightning across the strings and no sound was ever too complicated for her to replicate.

No one knew her like Clyde did. He knew her well, actually. In fact, he had been the one to introduce her to the music that she loved so much. He was the one that pushed her to do what she's always wanted, and so she did. However, that required for her to leave him behind. His heart was broken but his loyalty stayed, and he promised to forever be her biggest fan.

What sucked for Clyde was that he didn't say what he wanted to say before she left. In reality, even if she did stay a little longer, he still wouldn't say anything.

He felt like she was out of her league, and that pushed him 5 steps backwards. Those 5 steps became 10, and then those 10 steps began to distance themselves further.

They had lost contact.

But now, he found himself at the venue everyone went to that night. Word got around that the best guitarist was playing that night, and that she was apart of the band; MAYDAY.

Hours pass as bands continued playing, both Clyde and his friends messing around. Lastly, someone had announced that Mayday was playing now.

The crowd cheered as the first string of chords played out loud. Came out the stage was Mayday's lead singer, then the drummer, bassist, and lastly, her.

Clyde could feel his heart pound faster . He hadn't seen her in years, so time flew by as he watched her play. When the song ended she paused and looked directly at him. Clyde couldn't believe it; even from a distance, she had still recognized him. They stared for what felt like an eternity until finally she smiled and went back to playing.

Clyde was filled with joy and admiration; watching her perform that night felt like the most surreal and beautiful experience. He couldn’t believe it, yet there she was in front of him—playing with passion as if nothing had even changed. He was finally within her reach.

However, everything went downhill. Causing ruckus at the venue, he found him and his friends getting kicked out. Oh, what a scene that caught her eye. Clyde couldn't help but feel embarrassed in front of her, as he was being hauled out like a mischievous child.

Thankfully, as he got hauled out, her band was done playing, and she found herself running out the venue.

Clyde was now "punching" the bouncer, and got pushed back. A laugh emitted from her mouth. Her presence made him look up, a smile creeping up from his lips.

"My girlfriend, Y/N." He said, walking up to her. The word 'girlfriend' was something she hadn't heard in a while, as Clyde used to call her that every time, even though it didn't mean anything. Or so she thought.

"Hi, Clyde." She breathed out, a smile curling her lips.

She gave him a hug, Clyde's arms tightening around her. He felt the warmth emanating from her body as he pulled away, a small smirk creeping up his face.

"You killed it up there." His hands cupped her cheeks, faces inches away from each other. God, they both wanted to kill for a singular kiss between them.

"Thanks, but I gotta thank you for bringing me to where I am now, wouldn't have done it without you, y'know?" She quietly said, looking right into his eyes. They both knew the tension between them was there, yet a move wasn't made.

He smirked. "You can thank me, back at my place," he said, pointing at the van his friends were hopping into.

She laughed, her hands on her hips, examining the van.

"Lead the way."

[fairlylocalkatiee]

Hello bestie! Can I request a fic where reader meets josh and Tyler at a gig and they dance together eventually exchanging numbers and going on a date? I don’t care which member it is lol I need a surprise 😊

HI BESTIE TY FOR MY FIRST REQUEST (I haven’t written fanfic in a very long time so bear with me !!!)

Word count: 904

Warnings: mention of drinking (reader is 21+) nothing else except some fluffy fluff (also I invented this venue in my head lol)

Chance Encounter — Tyler Joseph x Reader

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The sound of the loud music pumping through the venue made you smile as you made your way into your favorite Friday night haunt, The Outsiders.

Even by yourself you always had a good time listening to the local bands that came to play at the venue. You didn’t really know any of the bands playing tonight but you had heard good things from your friends about one called Twenty One Pilots.

Making your way to the bar you got yourself your favorite drink and headed toward the front of the stage, where a captivating all female band played a cover of the song Zombie.

You lost yourself in the music, closing your eyes and letting your body sway to the chorus.

Everything was going great until you felt a random shove from behind, causing your drink to fly out of your hand and spill onto the floor.

Turning abruptly you came face to face with the softest brown eyes apologetically looking at you.

“I am so sorry, my friend and I were just roughhousing- I didn’t mean to bump into you… can I buy you another drink?” He asked, running his hands through his short brown hair.

He was wearing a short sleeved white button up and dark jeans. Casual but he was making it work. You felt yourself blush realizing how cute he was.

“I would like that, thanks.” You smiled.

He reached his hand out to you and you gently took it as he led you back to the bar. Feeling his warm hand in yours sent tingles up your spine.

“I’m Tyler by the way.”

“(Y/N).” You smiled at him as he ordered your drink.

“Now I have to confess it was actually my friend Josh’s crazy idea to bump into you… he saw how I was admiring you as you danced, I’m really embarrassed about it honestly.” He said with a nervous laugh, “but I didn't mean to spill your drink, I swear.”

“I believe you,” you laughed along with him, “sad to waste a perfectly good drink but I think it was for the better.” You said, realizing you were leaning closer and closer to each other as you talked.

“Want to catch the last few songs with me?” He stood up abruptly and reached for your hand again, you let him lead you back to the dance floor in front of the stage.

The band was playing an original song now, and you felt your self confidence building as you sipped your drink and began dancing along to the music with Tyler.

“Do you know any of the bands playing tonight?” He asked, you shook your head. “Not really, I heard some good things about one of the bands, though… twenty one pilots I think they’re called but I haven’t listened to them at all.”

“Oh yeah, you totally should! They rock. I love them!” He smiled brightly at you and your heart beat faster in your chest.

The world around you faded into a blur as you danced together, feeling the electricity between you as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.

His lips brushing your ear as he leaned forward and spoke, “You’re a great dancer,” you smiled and leaned into him, “Only with good company”.

“That was our set, Thankyou all!” The lead singer shouted into the mic playing the last few notes on her guitar.

“I’ll be right back,” Tyler said reluctantly, pulling away from you.

He grabbed his friend from earlier who was talking animatedly nearby surrounded by several women and disappeared into the crowd.

“I really hope he actually comes back” you said to yourself with a sigh, thinking about how much you enjoyed talking and dancing with him. You’d never felt an instant connection with anyone like that before.

“Next up is our headlining band, Twenty One Pilots!” They announced, beckoning them onto the stage.

You looked around trying to find Tyler, hoping he would be back to watch the next set with you, but your eyes locked on a familiar figure on the stage.

It was him!

You felt your heart in your throat as you realized the guy you’d been flirting with all night was the lead singer of the band your friends told you about.

He started to sing and his eyes locked onto yours in the crowd, smiling at you.

“Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed I said I had no idea who they were!” You wanted to run into the corner and hide, but you resisted the urge.

Throughout the entire set Tyler’s eyes found you several times, and each time you felt your heart flutter. You glued yourself to your spot in front of the stage as the crowd filled out behind you, dancing and singing to the music.

You stood mesmerized as he sang, impressed by him and his friend Josh’s fantastic drumming. At the end of the setlist the crowd roared with cheers as Tyler took the mic one last time.

“Thankyou everyone! We’re Twenty One Pilots! And I have just one more quick thing…” Tyler’s eyes found yours again in the crowd , “(Y/N) I know we just met but I really want to take you out on a date. Will you go out with me?” He reached his hand out for you and pulled you onto the stage and you fell into his arms where they wrapped around your waist.

“Yes of course I will, Tyler!” The crowd erupted in whoops and cheers.

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I hope you all enjoyed my first Tyler moment it’s short but since I haven’t written in so long I needed to dip my toes in. lol. Requests are open for anything ! Fluff, smut, Angst, for both boys!! Love yall ‼️🥰 (also is the formatting weird I wrote and posted this with my phone lol)

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

Caine x programmed villain

(Also I think (y/n) in this would do this dance ⬆️ in their own time)

Part 2

Jax grabbed the cane Caine had dropped and started twirling it,

"Heh," he said to himself.

Ragatha snatched it from him, thinking that was quite rude, they started to argue as Gangle cried over her broken mask, Pomni ran away to find another way out of here, Zooble put themself back together and Kinger just stared blankly at the cave.

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Caine was being dragged deeper into the cave, for once in his artificial life, he was actually worried about what was going to happen to himself, he wasn't in control of this. He looked back to see where he was heading and saw you crouched with a knife in your teeth, this sent him over the edge, he wriggled out of your grip, but suddenly one long arm twirled around his body stopping him in mid-air, your limb squeezed tightly around his body, and he was slowly brought down, face to teeth. He looked directly into your eyes, his pupils shrunk once more seeing you take the knife out of your mouth. You stroked it across his gums, he felt how cold it was and shivered. You watched this and giggled, quickly throwing it behind yourself and hitting a picture on your wall that he thought looked like Jax. You detached your arm that was holding Caine and threw it in the corner, the arm getting a bit tighter around his body.

You then grew a new arm, moving it around, Caine could hear bones cracking, he grimaced. You left the room, he thought this was the perfect time to escape, no use the arm had a firm grip. You suddenly came in with a guitar, startling him.

"I'm Bad!" you sang.

"As bad can be!" he watched you play the instrument in amazement, if only you were part of the circus entertainment.

"So bad!" you caught him staring and pulled a knife out of nowhere and threw it at him while still playing, it skimmed the top of his hat as he flinched.

"That it's hard to believe!" You threw three more knives at the Jax picture without looking, god you can play music, sing and do knife tricks, he really wished you could be part of the circus. He started vibrating in excitement.

"Oh, what they say abou-" This really distracted you and the knife you had just thrown landed in your forehead and black blood started to trickle down your face.

"AaAAh!" caine cried as he watched this happen.

"ugh," you groaned as you left the room to fix yourself up. Caine sat there, looking around the room, until you came back your forehead looking like nothing had happened, but then he noticed your very angry expression. Your arm disappeared and the arm that was around him reattached to you again. You really squeezed, Caine grunted in pain.

"What was that!?" you pulled him towards you, you swear you saw him blush but you ignored it, you squeezed again. He clenched his teeth shut and then opened them up again.

"I um," he paused this sounded quite silly now that he was about to say it out loud.

"Well!" you shook him a bit.

"I thought what you were doing was amazing," he said quickly.

Your expression changed from angry to shocked, you could feel your cheeks heat up, your eyebrows lowered and you looked to the right.

"That's um..." you muttered, what was happening you're supposed to be the bad guy.

"It was an outstanding performance, you should join my circus!" he said cheerfully.

"You really think so," you said thinking about the possibilities. You looked back at him, and he started rambling on about his 'amazing' circus, you chuckled, he stopped and looked at you.

"You're cuter than they said you were," you said sadistically as you pressed a knife to his gums again, he blushed.

"Also I might take you up on that offer-" You got cut off as the group of six bursts in, and they brought in a makeshift canon slingshot thing and flung a boulder at you. You flew across the room and completely flattened against the wall, your arm unravelling around Caine, he fell to the floor and Kinger grabbed him.

"Is that a picture of me?!" Jax shouted. As you recovered you saw them all running away with Caine being carried off.

Oh

You see how it was

He was just distracting you

Killing time

He didn't actually think any of those things

No one makes a fool out of (Y/n)

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Idk, this is probably bad

I think I might write another part to this idk know…

[sserpente]

A/N: I had this idea a while back. It’s not necessarily that Christmassy so if you’re going to read this outside of the Christmas season or you don’t celebrate Christmas, you’ll be fine too. Have fun!

Words: 2892 Warnings: spiked drink/drug consumption, fluff

“I can’t believe you persuaded me to come.” Eddie took a puff from his cigarette, eyeing the ongoing party through his open van window up and down with dismay. People he knew from school but never spoke to crowded the place, some of them dancing, some of the snogging, some of them puking and all of them drinking.

Now Eddie wasn’t opposed to a few good beers and raiding his uncle’s spirit cabinet every now and then but the mindless High School partying had certainly never been his cup of tea—regardless of the fact that no one ever invited him anyway.

“You wanted to come!” Dustin exclaimed over the loud music. It was his first party since joining High School. Lucas had convinced the other jocks to invite him and his friends and now here he was, making sure little Henderson didn’t do anything stupid.

“I only came because you said there were gonna be drugs.” Plus, he wouldn’t say no to selling a few bags tonight himself. He could use the cash, especially after Wayne had confessed money was gonna be tight for the rest of the month.

“Look, I don’t like these parties either but Lucas wanted us to come and we’re gonna have fun and have a drink and dance…” Dustin offered him a goofy and innocent smile. Eddie smirked, ruffling the younger boy’s hair. He took a final puff from his cigarette and got out of the car. He’d get back home to his beloved guitar to practice some new tunes soon enough. Henderson wouldn’t make it past 1 am, he was sure of that.

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You liked winter-break-Christmas parties. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself to not feel completely crazy and like an old woman. Loud music, teens rubbing their body parts on each other, underage drinking and sometimes, more often than not, destroyed furniture. Your social battery was running low today. In fact, it always ran low. But this was what you were supposed to be doing, right? Partying, enjoying life, enjoying your youth and doing stupid things before you had to grow up and do your taxes and shit.

Of all people, it had been your mum to let you come here in the first place, to meet new people and finally make friends because apparently, it was abnormal to move to a new place and go unnoticed for over a year. Well, you enjoyed the solitude and the additional time the loner method gave you to read and plan your next concerts.

At least the alcohol was good. You’d already had a beer and now made your way back to the hallway with a red plastic cup filled with an unknown mix of expensive spirits—the good stuff—in hand, too lost in thought to watch where you were going… well, actually you were avoiding looking people in the eye, when you bumped into a leather jacket and a washed-out Metallica shirt.

“Oh, sorry…” You choked out, your words swallowed by the loud bass of the music—and gasped for air when your eyes locked with a pair of chocolate button eyes. Eddie The Freak Munson offered you an apologetic smile and raised his hands in defeat. Not exactly what you had expected from someone who dressed like him and regularly brought the teachers at school to a white rage but who you were you to judge? Most people didn’t even know your name here in Hawkins.

The thing was just… you had spoken before. O’Donnells had made a habit out of pairing the two of you during her classes. You were both so equally horrible at Spanish that she must have given up on making an effort for you to improve and just let you do your grammatically horrendous thing. Eddie was doodling in class most of the time or singing and playing some song in his head but still, lessons with him were always… fun. In fact, Eddie was adorable. You’d long have made a move to ask him out if you had the guts to do it. Judging by his battle jacket, he did like the same music, after all.

“You okay?” Eddie tilted his head, his expression getting a little more serious. “You look a little uncomfortable.”

“I think I’ve come to the conclusion I don’t like crowds unless there’s a stage with a band playing right in front of me,” you said.

“Fair point. Why did you come?”

“I’m not sure… aren’t we supposed to like all this?” You gestured around the overcrowded hallway.

“Nah… being like everyone else is overrated,” he responded with a wink. Your heart skipped a beat.

Grinning and to conceal how flustered he’d just made you, you asked, “Why… are you here then, Munson?”

“Henderson. It’s his first party.”

“Oh. That’s… nice of you.” You leaned against your wall, taking a huge gulp from your cup. Whatever it was, it tasted amazing. Fruity. You drank some more. “It doesn’t feel like a Christmas party though.”

“The tree is missing. Definitely,” he agreed, sarcasm dripping from his voice. You looked at each other for a moment and laughed.

“How’s, uh… how’s your music coming along?” You asked, genuine interest swinging in your voice. You drank some more. The alcohol was making you brave. Made it easier for you to talk to Eddie. Well, perhaps that was also because you were not trying to speak to him in Spanish.

“Pretty well, actually. We play gigs at the Hideout now.”

“Oh, that’s cool!” Another gulp. “You should make some posters and plaster them outside of Hawkins to raise some attention.”

“Yeah, we should… we should.” You had a feeling he didn’t elaborate because printing posters cost a shit ton of money. You couldn’t blame him and you doubted they were getting paid for their gigs. You felt your cheeks heating up when he gave you a smile instead, his brown eyes drifting to your hand holding the cup for a moment.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot!”

“Could you… help me paint my nails sometime?”

“Your nails? Your nails?” You took a look at your own nails. You didn’t think you’d ever used a colour other than black.

“Yeah… I think it would look quite metal.”

You laughed. “Well… you’re not wrong. But if that’s the case, you should go all the way out and make your eyes pop with black eyeliner.”

Eddie’s eyes practically lit up.

“I can lend you mine,” you continued. “If you’re gonna get sweaty during your gig you want something that lasts, not the cheap stuff from the drugstore.”

“Is there a catch?” He asked, almost suspiciously. You shook your head.

“No.” Your lips parted when his expression hardened with a start and he stared at someone in the distance somewhere behind you.

“Everything okay?” Another gulp. Damn, that drink was really good. You’d emptied half of it already.

“Just… Carver and his laundry basket crew…” He turned back to you. “Hey, do you mind if we head to the porch for a moment?”

“Ugh… he still thinks you’re a satanic cult leader, huh?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders as you followed him outside. You let out a sigh of relief when the sounds of the party got quieter, replaced by the peaceful chirping of the cicadas.

“I mean, what does he think you’re going to do? Dice them to death?”

His laugh went down like soft butter, caressing your ears and his grin… his grin made your heart flutter. Damn it. You weren’t about to develop a crush on this man, were you?

“Maybe… I could imagine throwing a D20 at people with full force hurts.”

“You should hide under the tribune during the next game and do that just to make a point,” you suggested, giggling to yourself. That drink was kicking in fast. Might as well use the liquid courage to have a proper conversation with Eddie.

“Tell me about your game. I don’t know an awful lot about D&D but it sounds creative.”

Eddie mimicked you when you leaned against the wall, crossing his arms before his chest. His boyish grin grew even wider as he began to tell you about his newest campaign that was going to “wreck the boys”.

You weren’t sure how many minutes passed, only that your cup got lighter and lighter—much like your head. You stumbled a little, blinking just a little too fast.

“You okay?” Eddie tilted his head, stopping his passionate retelling. The question was reasonable. You felt… funny, to say the least. Funny enough to throw yourself into Eddie’s arms and squeeze him tight. “You are sooo handsome, you know? I just don’t have the balls to tell you. Plus I don’t know how to say it in Spanish,” you giggled, pressing your cheek against his shirt. He smelled nice, minus the cigarette smoke.

Eddie caught you, almost losing his balance in the process. “Uh…”

“I’m soo happy you’re here. I’m soo happy I’m here!” You giggled once more, a lot more hysterically this time.

Eddie pushed you an arm’s length away from him, concern visible on his face. You didn’t register it properly but giggled when he cupped your face with both his calloused hands, his cold rings cooling your heated cheeks. He looked you deep in the eye, almost as if to inspect them.

“Shit…”

“Whaaat?”

“Do you feel… high… by any chance?” Your eyes widened.

“I’m high?” You screeched.

“Give me that.” Eddie didn’t wait for an answer. Unceremoniously, he snatched the red cup from your hand and gave it a sniff. Then he took a sip and spat it out only a heartbeat later.

“What’s happening to me, Eddie?” You giggled once more.

“Someone’s spiked your drink.”

“Whaaaaat?” You drew the word out even more this time. Granted, that would explain the funny feeling. You wanted to cover Eddie in kisses until he begged you for mercy—everywhere. His face, his hands and those damned rings, his chest, his thighs… his cock… oh fuck, you really were high.

“Yeah. And they didn’t exactly measure the dose by the taste of that.”

“How do you even taste that?”

“That’s… a question for another time. Come on… woah… careful.” Eddie caught you just in time when you lost your balance and almost collided with the ground. “Do you have a ride home?”

“Nooo…”

“What, were you gonna walk?”

“Not too far.”

“Not too far? You don’t live too far away, you mean?” Eddie sighed, frustration visible on his handsome and cute face when you only shrugged. He put an arm around you to give you support, reluctantly leading you back inside.

“Hey, Harrington, are you drunk?” He called out when he found who he seemed to be looking for.

“What? No.”

“Can you take Henderson home for me later?”

“Sure… what happened?” Steve eyed you up and down, his lips slightly parted. You chuckled. You used to have the biggest crush on him when you first moved here—much like everyone else.

“Drugs. Overdose. Drink spiked. Quite possibly Ecstasy.”

“Shit… Eddie, she needs a hospital.”

“Nah, that’s just gonna get her in trouble once she’s all sobered up. And me too, given that I’m the one who’d take her there. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen that, I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

“Alright… but call me if something goes wrong. I’ll be calling it a night soon.”

Eddie grinned at him. “You’re getting old, big boy.”

It was the last thing you remembered him saying before the world went blurry and all you could still think about was how you wanted to crawl under Eddie’s skin to cuddle him properly.

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Ow. The headache was terrible. You woke up to a spinning room, your brain pounding against your skull. You sat up, making the spinning even worse, and opened your eyes, rubbing your temples in the process.

Weird. You didn’t remember taking your shoes and jacket off before you went to bed. In fact, you couldn’t remember going to bed altogether. And… since when did you have a Metallica poster on your door?

Confused, you looked around. This wasn’t your room. There were clothes scattered all over, a crazy expensive-looking e-guitar hanging on the wall next to two pairs of… handcuffs? Oh, and the surfaces of the desk and his nightstand were practically invisible. Were those condoms? You blushed. Oh… oh fuck, what if you…?

Your heart skipped a beat when the door opened and the man in question entered his room, closing the door behind him quietly. He froze when you realised you had woken up.

“Hi…”

“Hey… uh…”

“There’s some water on the nightstand. Don’t worry I put it there just before you woke up, hasn’t been sitting there for days. You gotta hydrate.”

“Thank you.” Taking him up on his offer, you reached for the glass and emptied it with but a few greedy gulps.

“What… what happened?” You asked.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Well… we talked… we went outside because you wanted to avoid Jason and the others… I… I think we were talking about D&D? The rest… the rest is all gone.”

“That drink you had was spiked with drugs,” Eddie said matter-of-factly. You’d never seen him so serious. You clutched the empty glass tighter. “Some stupid party game. They fill up a bunch of cups with alcohol and mix drugs in a few of them. Whoever gets ‘lucky’ to drink it up…” His hand movement explained the rest. Ends up like you. “I took you home as soon as I realised. But then I also realised that I have no idea where you live so… I brought you to my place. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. Thank you, Eddie. What was that in that drink anyway?”

“Ecstasy, I think. That shit is intense on its own but whatever asshole put it in your drink, they didn’t dose it right. That, uh… could have killed you. But,” he went on, sitting down on a chair the wrong way around, “you’re not vomiting your guts out right now so that’s a good sign.”

“Oh. Good to know.” You paused, biting your lower lip. “Eddie… we, uh… we didn’t… um… you know… right?”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Oh no! No, no, no, don’t worry, sweetheart. I just… got rid of your shoes and your jacket and tucked you into bed. Even slept on the couch like a true gentleman,” he responded, grinning proudly in the process.

“Oh good… I just thought…” You glanced at the condoms on the nightstand.

“Oh yeah… I… didn’t expect to have anyone over. Didn’t bother cleaning up a little.”

You nodded. His room was pretty much exactly how you’d imagined it. Full of metal stuff and records, plastered in posters, a little chaotic and messy but all in all, cosy and homely.

“What else… did I say… and do? I literally… I don’t remember anything.”

“Not much… Uh… you were giggling a lot on the ride here.”

“W-what else?”

The metalhead shrugged. “You were all over me… but you would have found a tree attractive in that state, so don’t worry about it…”

Your lips parted. Oh. So your high self had admitted to Eddie that you were crushing on him. Just great. “I don’t, I… I mean, I do… never mind.” Your head was still hurting way too much to confess your feelings, even if you longed to give him some confidence he appeared to be lacking with you. A tree. A fucking tree. Did he not realise how incredibly hot he was?

“D-Does anyone know I’m here?” You asked then, if anything to shut up your brain.

“Harrington does. But the police don’t have a clue about what happened if that’s what you’re wondering.”

You let out a breath of relief. “Thank you… my mum would have quite possibly killed me.”

Eddie smiled. “Yeah… well, your secret’s safe with me. To be fair, you didn’t know what you were drinking. Shit like that is dangerous.”

“I think… I think I do remember something though. How… how did you know I was high and not just tipsy?”

You watched him shift in his chair a little. Pleasant shivers ran up and down your spine when he spoke your name. “I, uh… deal. I know a thing or two about drugs and I know how to do it safely… more or less.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

Silence spread between you. Comfortable silence. Who knows what would have happened last night if Eddie hadn’t been there to recognise your symptoms and take you to his place to rest? You couldn’t believe people made him out to be a villain. He was most definitely one of the sweetest men you’d ever met.

“Eddie…?”

He looked up, a little unsure of what to say, so it seemed.

“You wouldn’t, uh… like to… go out sometime, would you?”

“Go out? With you?” He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

“Yes…” You smiled. “Besides… I owe you some nail polish and eyeliner. After last night’s stunt, you can have both.”

Eddie grinned sheepishly. “There’s an amazing band playing just outside of Hawkins next week. I can get you a ticket?”

A metal concert—that sounded like a perfect date idea for someone like Eddie. You chuckled. “Of course. Let’s do it. I’ll bring the make-up, promise.”

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A/N: I saw some videos of Joseph speaking some German words in Dortmund. I am deceased, he is adorable! Alright... I hope you enjoyed that, haha!

Also, my first novel is coming out! FINALLY! Check out my pinned post on my blog for more details! ♥

[hannahssimblr]

Night descends upon us and yet, as usual, the stars don’t shine brightly the way that they did last summer when our bonfire roared under clear, sparkling skies. I think of that night now as I sit on a patch of cool earth in the dunes above Dollymount Strand surrounded by rusting cans and the sun-bleached wrappers of discontinued chocolate bars.

I remember the balmy air of late July, how I didn't even heed it until now when the night is still too cold to sit out in yet we all pretend it isn't. Anyway, it’s too late to point it out to the crowd that's already gathered here, drinking and playing music from a speaker that crackles every time the bass gets too loud, so I sit as close as I can to the flames without climbing into the pit with them, and let their heat lick over my skin. 

I share a few beers with a big, severe looking boy next to me for a while. He's got silver spikes protruding from his lip, and high cheek bones that make his face look kind of gaunt and hollow like a Tim Burtonesque character. We called him Lurch at school, because he’s also about six foot five and rake thin, but tonight I learn that Lurch’s real name is Rob, and actually, Rob is a very nice person.

He talks to me about music for ages, about his drum kit and how the neighbours keep complaining to his parents about the noise. I tell him that I’ve always wished I was musical but I have absolutely no sense of rhythm. I’m kind of a loser like that, despite my dreams of being that guy with the guitar who impresses all the girls, but I have long since accepted that I will settle to be a humble music-recommender instead. Jen still keeps all of the silly mix tape CDs I made for her in primary school in her room, and it gives me an inexplicable sense of worthiness whenever I spot them.

Never once during my conversation with Rob do I tell him about the Lurch thing, though it crosses my mind several times. What seemed so funny once in the confines of my little group seems kind of obviously mean now, but I suppose I never took the time to think about it before.

Katie is nice too, the girl with a stammer who snorts when she laughs, which is often once she joins in our conversation, because she seems to think my stories are very funny, as does Rob, and I have to tell them not to laugh so hard because it only encourages me to put myself in more situations that might be entertaining to retell later on. They think that's funny too, but actually, I am being serious.

Still, I know they’ll love that one about the time I was using the desert as a toilet and a military helicopter flew overhead, convincing me that my great aunt’s busybody neighbour had called the FBI to report me for public urination, so I make sure to tell it in the most energetic way I can. It’s easier and way more fun to reveal embarrassing things about myself when I’m drinking, and by the time I have finished telling it, I toss my empty bottle to my feet where four others already lie. I hadn’t even realised I had drunk that much, but who cares when I feel this good.

“Jesus, you’re so funny,” Katie says once her giggles have subsided, “I can’t believe we all thought you were an arsehole.”

“You thought that?”

“Not really,” Rob assures me, “We just thought you were… like, a bit…”

“...of an arsehole,” I finish, and he’s clearly being polite so he denies it, but he shouldn’t bother, really, because I already know how I am. I'm aware of the things I’ve said and done to other kids for the sake of relieving my crushing, constant boredom, never really thinking about the consequences beyond ‘it will be funny’. Maybe I should say I’m sorry. 

“Nah you’re right, I’m kind of a horrible bastard,” and I laugh at myself, which gives them permission to do so too, albeit awkwardly.

“You’re not, you’re not,” Rob assures me, “You definitely weren’t the worst of the guys in our year…”

I want to ask him who is the worst, purely for the satisfaction of hearing him say that it’s Fitzy, or Murphy or Breener or any of those other awful, rugby wanks, but I don’t because someone coming through the grass has derailed my train of thought. 

“What’s she doing here?” 

I have interrupted Rob and now he’s blinking in surprise as he turns to where Leah, fucking Leah, is approaching us. 

“Uh, she comes to talk to Evan sometimes,” he explains, “just for like, a few minutes usually and then she heads off. Do you know her?”

“Yeah.”

I watch with a clenched jaw as she and Evan disappear into the darkness for a few minutes, and pop open a brand new beer bottle as Rob and Katie chat as I sit between them having lost all of my sense of fun in an instant. I’m also drunk, if not very much getting there judging by the slightly blurry flames that dance exotically in front of my eyes. I have a dim thought that it’s probably a good idea to stop drinking if I plan on seeing Jen later. I doubt Michelle’s parents will be too pleased if I show up steaming drunk at their door…

“Oh my God, Jude, I didn’t expect to see you here!” Leah is back and standing right over me. I don’t even bother to look up at her face, and instead just stare at her ratty Vans that I’m almost certain are the same pair she wore when we used to hang out two years ago, and they were ratty back then.

“Yep,” I say. She sits down so closely to me in the sand that I can smell her distinct, Leah smell. She doesn’t smell bad, just like an unpleasant sensory memory. 

“How are you?”

I clear my throat, “Are you buying drugs from teenagers now? Is that what it’s come to?”

“Oh, I thought you already knew how Evan and I knew each other.”

“No.”

“Well, mister policeman, it’s just weed,” she pulls the baggie I saw earlier out of her jacket pocket, “We can even smoke some together now if you like.”

“Weed makes me sick.”

“I remember that! Ha!” She offers it to Rob and Katie who both decline and exchange alarmed looks over our heads.

“Are you going to sit here all night?” I ask her, and even to my own ears it’s unbelievable how rude I am to her, but I don’t care, she deserves it, and it’s not like she even seems to register my tone anyway, she’s always been completely oblivious to what people think about her. She’s that person who hangs around at the party for way too long and keeps bringing up conversations that everyone stopped talking about ages ago. 

“Jude and I go way back,” Leah explains to Katie beside her, “I met him when he was, what,” a nudge to my arm, “thirteen?”

“Twelve.”

“We used to be friends, back when he was fun.”

I scowl and she drapes herself over my shoulder with an effortless laugh as though she somehow believes this is our usual banter, “I’m joking, he’s still so fun! And cute!” She tries to grab my face and I shake her off insistently so she settles for fisting a hand in the front of my sweatshirt to hold me hostage instead, “Isn’t he, though?” she presses poor, sheepish Katie who explodes in a ferocious blush. “Would you say he’s the cutest boy at school?”

“I- I don’t know,” Katie stutters. 

“Well guess what! I got to be the lucky girl who took his virginity!”

I rip her off me but she comes back at me with more grabbing hands and tickling fingers, “Ooh! It’s true, isn’t it? Isn’t it Judie? Oh, isn’t it?”

I wrench her off me with finality and clamber to my feet, my heart beating, my stomach queasy, “Leave me alone, okay?” I bend down to swipe my beer bottle out of the hollow I made for it in the sand and even then she tries to touch my hair. It infuriates me. “I’m serious! Piss off!” I spit.

“Oh God, mister grumpy!” She says as I stagger around the bonfire to get away from her and everything that she represents. I’m definitely drunk now, it's in my sluggish movements, the way my eyes drift unfocussed from person to person, but being drunk is preferable to remembering Leah as vividly as I would if I were perfectly sober. Right now, it is just snippets of an evening three years ago that play through my mind. The week I turned fourteen, and the hard, frozen November ground by a swing set. The things I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to do but thought knew I should by then, and Leah, and the heat of her skin, the smell of her sweat, the hyper fixation I had on that piece of bark mulch I felt tangled in her hair which somehow became the strongest memory of all, something that I still associate with her when I feel the sharp dig of something in my palm.

When I don't see her I don't think of these things, so I circle the bonfire until she is invisible, obscured by the roaring flames and swallowed by the darkness.

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[l0vergirlatheart]

can I get a twst Dorm leaders headcanon with a student that wears their headphones a lot bc they're sensitive to loud noises?

Have this image too

this is so me wtf (both the req and the image lmfaooo)

didnt do anyone esle because im lazy and tired and its nearly midnight AAAAAAAAAAA

anyways as always, start under cut

MALLEUS DRACONIA

he is old

mentally

im not a hater i swear

but when he sees you with things hanging out of your ears, he's slightly concerned.

whether it's normal headphones or earphones or earbuds, it just doesn't seem normal

so of course, he informs you of this

you stare at him for a second before you take an earbud out and stare at him again, with a following "what'd you say?"

he thinks it's harming your ears for a moment because you couldn't hear him

please reassure baby that it's not an infection or something

he'll be confused for a moment but he gets the hang of it rather quickly

SHARE AN EARBUD WITH HIM!!!

SHARE YOUR MUSIC W HIM!! HE WILL FALL AS HARDER, IF IT'S EVEN POSSIBLE

he jus luvs any classical tunes but..

i actually honestly think he's also like hard metal... don't ask me why

OH!! AND TV GIRL

HE LOVES TV GIRL!!!!

LISTENING TO LOVERS ROCK AND CIGARETTES AFTER SEX TOGETHER MAKES HIM MELT :((( <3

overall 10/10 good boy

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

he KNOWS what it's like to have sensitive ears

so believe it or not, he totally understands u wearing earbuds an (probably) won't rip on u for it

he might start talking to you w/o u knowing because you have your eyes closed and youre just vibin w ur music

and he knows that so he takes that chance to say some sappy shit w/o anyone hearing him at all

he could never say it to your face

so he opts for this instead

fuckin big ass ego mf /affectionate

he'll probably never ask to listen to the music w u no matter how much he wants too

so if you wanna have a silly lil romantic moment w him, you'll have to ask him first

he'll probably scoff an roll his eyes before he sees you pout and he just turns away as one of his ears flicker

that's your sign to put the earbud in

imo i think he'd really like MSI, POPPY, and for some reason Mac DeMarco

mindless self indulgence because their music jus slaps

POPPY because i think he'd like the guitar in the background and the solos and her voice

Mac DeMarco because he's nice to listen to when you wanna pass out fr

overall 8/10 good boy

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

okay dont come at me but at first i have a feeling he might try to use it to rope u into some kind of contract...

but later on he just accepts it

he's sometimes annoyed when he's talking to you an u havent heard a thing he said

but one confused look from you makes his annoyed frown turn into a small, hard-to-keep pout

has to remind himself that your hearing is different from his

he tries his best to keep monstro lounge quiet at times and lets you stay after hours when it's all quiet and empty

it has a certain comforting charm

i swear the first time you asked him to listen to music with him

he turned into stew i swear his face was extremely red and he was just like

???

he accepted ofc, tried to play it off, (failed)

i have a feeling he'd like Ricky Montgomery, Steve Lacy, and girl in red

Ricky Montgomery because he's got a nice voice and his lyrics are really relateable,

Steve Lacy because the instrumentals are just so!!!

and girl in red because he finds it romantic listening to her w you

lean against him as you two listen to music i promise he'll explode

overall 9.5/10 good boy

KALIM AL-ASIM

oh boy

this boy is super loud (/affectionate)

but once he learns about you and your sensitive hearing, he tries his best to keep it down

from lowering his voice a bit to trying to make "quiet times" at his dorm,

he tries his best to make sure you're as comfortable as possible and it's not too loud for you

he likes to talk to you even if you're not listening to him, he could ramble for hours

as long as you're next to him, he could talk until his voices dries out and withers away

he'll probably be the one to ask you to listen to music first

i think he'd also like Mac DeMarco, Alec Benjamin, and Conan Gray

all of them because of the instrumentals and vocals!

but he doesn't mind listening to anything as long as he's with you

he might fall asleep while listening though

he's smiling all the way through though :)

overall 15/10 good boy

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

theres probably some bs rule about music n shit but like

lets pretend there isn't

he'll probably be trying to reprimand you for doing some stupid shit

and then you'll just take out an earbud and be like "huh??"

he'll just stare up at you, face slowly getting redder from slight anger but mostly embarrassment

like?? how dare you ignore him???

but either way, you're his favorite so you get a pass

he just sighs and shakes his head

but then you tell him why you wear your earbuds so often and he immediately gets it

he himself used to really sensitive to loud noises before he just got used to them (thanks to his mom)

so he does his best to go easy on you about it

he WILL NOT EVER ASK YOU TO JOIN HE IS WAYYY TOO SHY

hand him an earbud, he'll be confused for a moment or two

but he puts it in w a red face and vibes w u

i think he'd like Mitski, Tally Hall, and Pastel Ghost

they all are just so... soothing yet relatable

fall asleep listening to Liquid Smooth with him, hug him as you listen to Hidden In the Sand, just hold his hand as you two sit in the garden while listening to Silhouette...

he loves it sm

overall 9.3/10 good boy

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Maybe a Javier (if you don't have any problem with him) and a reader who likes to sing/or something related but it's too shy to do it in front of anyone.

Tu Mi Adoración

(Javier Escuella x Fem!Reader Fluff)

OH MY GOD I'm so sorry it took me so long to do this.

I’m Mexican so I have absolutely no problem with Javier, I’ll take any representation I can get. And for convenience's sake, let's say the reader can speak spanish. Also for convenience’s sake, I’m gonna ignore reality for a bit and ignore when the actual song was made because it’s cute and I wanna use it. If you wanna know the actual song it's Tu Mi Adoración by Los Tres Ases, just run the lyrics through a translator if you need to.

Warnings: none

In Shady Belle, liquor flows like milk. The liquor is a golden brown; made of various plants and grains, made from tears, and concocted into a potent drink. It’s mildly pleasant sting thawed the soul and melted it like warm butter. It allowed those who knew too much to forget for a moment, gave them an opportunity to look the other way. It gave people a chance to enjoy themselves, and celebrate what was theirs. Those who got to drink alcohol were lucky, because for once, the balm of life burned their bellies instead of the horrors and dread of the outside world.

In Shady Belle, when there was something to celebrate, people came together. They sang until their voices got hoarse. If not singing, they would drink until they passed out, or dance with one another fondly. Some played card games, or told stories to one another. They’d surround the fireplace, and bask in the glow of the hearth and each other's presence. Javier would strum the strings of his guitar skillfully, leading the gang through a multitude of songs and singing his heart out. He held the neck carefully, resting his arm on the body, occasionally tapping and knocking along on the wood to whatever song he was playing. Without Javier’s playing and singing, celebrations would not be the same.

You naturally gravitated towards Javier, his music enthralling you. You’d settle in a spot directly besides him at the campfire, exchanging admiring smiles, and you’d often find yourself humming along to his music— but never singing. No, when everyone else was singing their hearts out to his playing, you preferred taking a quieter approach. It’s not that you were a bad singer, quite the contrary. Anyone lucky enough to hear you sing would be pleasantly surprised. But it was never loud or confident enough for anyone to hear. You’d hum a tune, whisper songs under your breath to yourself, and hid your talent behind an unsteady wall of bashfulness.

When the group singing was done, and they had migrated to different parts of camp to continue their festivities elsewhere, you and Javier would sit alone together (save for the few bodies there passed out from over drinking) and you’d have to withstand the same old question of “Why didn’t you sing along today?”.

And you’d always give the same response of “Maybe next time”. You did not know how much longer you could keep using this excuse, and you didn’t think he believed you when you said it over and over. But he always asked, on the off chance, that maybe, you might agree to sing out loud one day, perhaps even to him. He was fascinated with the thought of one day getting the opportunity to be blessed by your singing, only having heard tiny snippets of song from you while you were doing chores in the distance (and in his attempts to hear more, he’d end up revealing himself, much to his dismay).

You found his constant lingering around you to be quite coy, and his obvious attempts at flirting with you were often successful: his kittenish attempts at striking conversation with you instead of working around camp, offering to play for you randomly (also attempts at getting you to sing), insisting he help you on and off your horse, commenting on your lovely appearance, and kissing your knuckles amorously. You were both aware that you were sweet on each other, but the chase was fun, and you enjoyed receiving his undivided attention.

But this time, the night of Jack’s return, Javier did not accept your usual answer.

“C’mon, (Name), no one else is around here to hear…” The two of you looked briefly around the campfire to see Uncle and Reverend passed out and laughed quietly before looking back at each other.

“I uh, I don’t know Javier…” You rubbed your arm bashfully, allowing him to take your hand into his own. He squeezed your hand reassuringly and looked you in your eyes. He looked about ready to beg.

“I’m not that good!” You exclaimed.

“Yes, you are. From the few times I’ve heard you, you were amazing.” Javier rubbed his thumb over your knuckles soothingly, and you blushed brightly. You had to contain your own shaking from how many butterflies there were in your stomach. The camp fire cast an orange glow on your face that made your blush all the more apparent, and the combination of both made you sweat uncomfortably. Javier let go of your hand and picked up his guitar from where it rested on his lap, strumming it experimentally.

“How about I sing with you? To make you more comfortable.” He raised his brows and looked at you excitedly. You shifted where you sat, not saying anything and considering his offer. He watched you move your sitting position directly next to him, so close your thighs were pressed against each other. In your moment of silent consideration, the two of you listened to the fire crackle, the distant laughter and chatter of the gang, each other's breathing.

Finally, you smiled and nodded softly.

Javier became extremely giddy from your answer, but he did not want to scare you off with his excitement. He cleared his throat, beginning to play a gentle melody. You swayed slightly to the music, your mood uplifting, at once recognizing the song he was about to sing. You kept your hands in your lap, not knowing what else to do with them in your fidgety state. And then he began.

“Adoración, mi cielo. Tu sabes que te quiero.” His words were sweet, smooth, and they made your blush increase. You couldn’t contain your girlish giggle, feeling your heart rate pick up. Oh, how you adored him at that moment.

“Estás bien convencida, que eres tesoro, mi consentida” He continued, practically purring the words now. In your shyness, you began to fidget with your skirt and avert your eyes, trying to find the courage to begin joining him in a duet.

As the next verse started, you began whispering the words along with him, keeping your eyes on your lap.

“Nunca podré olvidarte. Jamás podré dejarte.” You whispered the words, gradually building up the courage to look up at him. When you did, you were taken aback by how intensely, yet lovingly, he was staring at you. He again, looked into your eyes, and you did not want to look away. You did not want to appear as though you were rejecting any advances he was making right now.

“Porque ya es imposible, que de mi mente pueda borrarte.” You sang louder, now harmonizing with him. You kept your tone low, but still loud enough for him to hear clearly the range and emotion in your voice. You thanked god no one was nearing or intruding in on this very special moment, also because you didn’t want anyone else to hear you.

As the song progressed, you moved your hand onto his thigh, not breaking eye contact once. His eyes flickered to your hand, a small stutter in his voice when he sang. For once, your flirtations got you the upper hand on him. You felt your heart swell with every word, and you were sure to squeal to Karen, Tilly, and Mary-Beth about it while kicking your legs.

As the song began coming to an end, your tone began to quiet again, and you allowed Javier’s voice to take over the song once again, just like he had when he first started.

“Ahora soy dichoso. Todo lo veo hermoso.” He stopped his playing, even though the song had not finished, and took your hands into his own. He looked at you tenderly, pure adoration in his eyes. You looked back at him, on the verge of tears from how loved you felt right now.

“Estoy ilusionado. Y locamente enamorado”

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I was geekin tf out when I wrote this kicking my legs n shit TEEHEE

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️As My Memory Rests But Never Forgets What I Lost

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1665 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: College AU, College Club, Musicians, Guitars, Arguments, Hobby Drama, Petty Fights, Past Character Death, Grief/Mourning AU-Gust 2024 Day 16: Hobby Drama

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Notes: Honestly, I can’t believe I’m on day 16 already wtf where has august gone?? Title is from Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day, and the fic itself uses a couple of lyrics from it. (Originally the song I was gonna use was Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, but the more I thoughts about it, the more I thought Wake Me Up When September Ends works more thematically with Kuai’s backstory in this.)

“We’ve been saying we’re going to be playing Wake Me Up When September Ends for months! You need to choose a different song!”

“No, you do. We’ve been intending to play it since the end of May.”

“We’ve been saying it since March, fuckface!”

Kuai Liang did not look up to watch the argument, he stared at his guitar as he gently strummed it. He didn’t really want to be in the middle of this, even if he was in one of the bands involved. Music club had sounded like such a cool thing when he was looking to join college clubs. But then Bi-Han had wanted to join too, because god forbid Kuai do things on his own. And Bi-Han did not get along with many of the people in the club, least of all Hanzo Hasashi.

That said… Technically Bi-Han was right in this situation.

The Lin Kuei had decided that for the end-of-year concert the club put on, they would play Green Day’s classic, Wake Me Up When September Ends. They had been vocal about this, and said it from pretty much the start. The fact Hanzo and his band now had decided to play it was clearly just trying to provoke Bi-Han. Which was wild because usually it was Bi-Han doing the provoking but Kuai guessed Hanzo just decided to be a petty bitch in turn.

“Man, it’s like being back in high school,” Johnny groaned, leaning back in his seat next to Kuai. “I thought we’d be over this by now.”

“With my brother, not likely,” Kuai sighed, strumming a little tune on the guitar.

“Eh, I dunno, I’m actually kinda with him on this one,” Johnny said with a shrug.

“I mean. I am too, but don’t tell him that because we’ll never hear the end of it,” Kuai warned, knowing exactly what his brother was like. You gave him an inch and he’d run a mile.

“True.” Johnny made a loud groaning sound and slipped lower in his seat. They sat in relative silence, as just listened as the argument raged on, both Bi-Han and Hanzo throwing cutting insults at each other. “I feel like someone should probably step in and stop this though.”

“Not it,” Kuai quickly replied. Again, he really did not want to be in the middle of this. If he completely agreed with Bi-Han, he’d be expected to do the same every single argument. If he took a more neutral stance, Bi-Han would take it as an attack and Kuai would never live it down. It was genuinely a no win situation for him.

“Guess it’s up to me then,” Johnny muttered, pushing himself to sit up. “Hey. Hey!” He yelled, getting the two arguing men’s attention. “How about this, whoever can play it better will be the one to perform it in the concert.”

Bi-Han and Hanzo glared at each other, before at the same time they both hissed “fine.”

Then Hanzo smirked and added “but my band will definitely be better.”

Kuai felt himself scowling. He didn’t care about the argument, but something about that statement made him mad. The song was one of his favourites, it was the first song he ever learnt to play. It was special to him, which is part of why Bi-Han chose it. Hanzo’s cockiness made him want to put him in his place.

He began to strum the first few chords of the song, noticing how everyone’s head snapped around to him. He knew now he was the one being petty, but in the moment it felt good.

“Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last,” he started singing, closing his eyes and shutting out the world. “Wake me up when September ends.” He felt his fingers glide along the neck, the music so familiar, just like an old friend. “Like my father's come to pass, seven years has gone so fast, wake me up when September ends.”

Deciding he had probably made his point, and not wanting to go into the full song, he stopped there. Finally opening his eyes to see his surroundings. Absolutely everyone was looking at him, jaws agape and eyes wide. Kuai didn’t understand why it was so shocking, to be honest. Everyone knew he loved that song, everyone knew he could play guitar.

Then, somehow, the answer suddenly hit him.

He’d actually sung. Bi-Han was the lead singer of The Lin Kuei, and Kuai never even so much as did backing vocals. He’d always been shy when it came to singing, so this was the first time anyone outside of the band had heard him.

And he genuinely couldn’t tell if the reactions were good or not…

At least… Until Johnny chimed up.

“Holy fuckin’ shit dude,” Johnny breathed out, looking at Kuai like he was in love. “Why the fuck have you kept that voice to yourself? You sound like a fuckin’ angel!” He looked over to Hanzo. “I’m gonna be real with you, man, but you are gonna have to pull off a miracle to beat that.”

Hanzo stared at Johnny, before his eyes flicked over to Kuai Liang. There was a strange air of regret to his posture, but more important was that he looked defeated.

“You guys can play the song,” he muttered, before stepping back and turning away. He walked over to the other side of the room, where his band looked like they were trying to cheer him up.

To Kuai’s surprise, Bi-Han didn’t say or do anything either.

The club continued on about as normally as it could after that. The air was still thick with tension but it was being somewhat broken by people asking Kuai why he wasn’t the lead singer, or just a singer in general. He could tell the questions were annoying Bi-Han from the frown on his face. He tried his best to explain he simply wasn’t confident in his singing, didn’t know how to care for his voice properly and just in general didn’t like the attention being a lead singer seemed to gain.

As the club drew to a close and he was packing his guitar into its case, he saw a shadow come up from behind him. Expecting it to be Bi-Han about to have a go at him about the singing thing, he decided to remain with his back to them.

“That song means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”

Kuai blinked, realising that it was Hanzo’s voice. He turned around, and indeed, there was Hanzo, looking at him with an expression that Kuai could not for the life of him read.

“What?” He questioned a little dumbfounded, because while yes the song was special to him, it was a bit of a weird way to start a conversation. “What makes you say that?”

“The way you played it. The way you sang it. It was like that song was a part of you,” Hanzo explained, and Kuai felt himself swallow and his heart rate increase.

“It was the first song I learnt to play, my Father taught me before he…” He paused as his breath hitched. Even now, it was so hard to talk about his father’s death. He brought Kuai his first guitar for his 10th birthday. Then one day, when he’d turned 11, his father was gone. Even now, it felt like this gaping chasm in his chest. “Before he passed away.”

“I am so sorry,” Hanzo said in a horrified tone. “Your brother’s been pissing me off, I just wanted to annoy him. If I’d known what that song meant to you, I’d have done it a different way.”

Kuai actually kind of smiled at that. It wasn’t that Hanzo wouldn’t have pissed Bi-Han off on purpose. He’d have just found another method to do it instead. That was beautiful, in a strange way.

“No, I get it, my brother can be a bit of an asshole sometimes,” Kuai agreed, really hoping Bi-Han didn’t hear him. “Although don’t let him know I said that.”

Hanzo grimaced before agreeing “my lips are sealed.” He let out a breath, before saying “but you know. You really do have an amazing voice. It’d be nice to hear it more in the club.”

Kuai gave a bit of a shy smile, “maybe.” He wasn’t sure how to take any of this, to be honest. He liked singing, and knew he could hold a tune okay. But he’d never thought of himself as being that good. At least not good enough to earn the reception he’d seemed to. “I mean I might have to, I’m starting to think the other club members won’t let me withhold it for much longer.”

“Yeah, you do seem to have amassed a lot of fans today,” Hanzo stated, glancing around the room. When Kuai did the same, he was relieved that Bi-Han seemed distracted by Tomas and Sektor.

“You included?” Kuai joked, expecting his cheeky question to earn an exacerbated tut or something. Instead Hanzo just looked at him with a smile as if to say yes. Kuai felt his mouth go dry. “Oh.”

“I’d better get going,” Hanzo awkwardly said as Kuai felt his entire face begin to go hot. “I’ll see you at the next meeting.”

“You too, Hanzo.”

He hadn’t realised he’d stopped breathing until Hanzo left, and he suddenly gasped for air. This whole afternoon there had been people fangirling over him. Why was Hanzo’s attention so much different?

He brushed his hair behind his ear, leaning down to pick up his guitar, throwing it over his shoulder. He needed to calm down before he spoke to Bi-Han. He had a bad feeling that knowing he’d had a friendly interaction with Hanzo would drive big brother mad.

Still, his eyes flicked over to where Hanzo was leaving the room, and his mind echoed back to Hanzo’s request to hear his voice more.

Maybe I should sing more often.

Maybe he should indeed.

[startseeingstars]

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH21 🎶 After Dark - Mr. Kitty 🎶

T/W - sexual themes, mature themes

I'd spent the day anxiously checking the time.

My Dad had taken the morning off so he could take me out for birthday waffles. It was a long upheld tradition, since he used to work overnight shifts when I was a kid.

It was finally approaching 3pm. I sat on the couch, the tv quietly playing. I'd thrown on a pair of black jeans and an oversized sweater. I hoped it was okay, though I truthfully had no idea what to expect.

I heard a loud car horn and jumped to my feet, grabbing my messenger bag. I locked the door behind me and smiled at Øystein as I got in the passenger seat. I noticed the lack of rubbish in the car. He'd even hung an air freshener from the review mirror.

"So the abduction begins." I joked as he pulled out of the driveway. He laughed.

"Abductions don't usually begin with the captive complying so willingly."

We'd been driving for a little while. Music was playing and I could see him mouthing the words, so I turned it up. He glanced at me sideways, smiling as he began singing along, head banging and air shredding guitar any chance he got. I sat back laughing, in awe of the sight of him enjoying himself and being Øystein. No facade. No sign of Euronymous.

We'd been driving on the highway for over an hour, shit talking about bands, people we knew and life in general. I noticed he was wearing the bracelet again and smiled.

"Can I ask you something?" I wondered. I was a little nervous that my question would trigger something in him, ruining the moment. But the curiosity was too much to bear.

"That depends..." he smirked but looked anxious. He kept his eyes ahead on the road.

"Do you really believe all that stuff you say? You know... as Euronymous." I bit my thumb nail, looking out the window. I wondered if he would deny that Euronymous was an alter ego.

"Some of it." He shrugged, but I didn't want to push him.

"Are you luring me to a secluded forest to make me your Virgin sacrifice to Satan under the full moon?" My tone remained neutral and he laughed, glancing at me, revealing his perfect smile. I giggled.

"Wait..." he looked confused for a moment. "Are you a virgin?" He glanced at me, eager for my response. I pursed my lips.

"That depends if you're actually going to sacrifice me or not." He chuckled.

"Don't laugh, asshole." I rolled my eyes, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.

"I just didn't expect that." He said thoughtfully, smirking a little.

"I've done a lot of stuff. Just not that." I could feel my stomach twisting anxiously and cleared my throat.

"Hey, I'm not judging, Else." He smiled sweetly and I relaxed a bit into the seat.

It was quiet between us for a while after that. Only the music played.

I turned to him, pinching the cigarette from his lips and putting it to my own. The wind blew through the cracked open windows.

I looked around and realised just how far we were from home. Nothing but trees surrounded us.

"Are we there yet?"

"Almost." He veered the car down a long dirt road. Tall, beautiful trees lined the way. Their luscious green branches blocked the cloudy sky and I breathed in the earthy smell of the forest, immediately at ease. The car pulled into a large clearing, revealing the view of a stunning blue lake that stretched on miles. I took it in, feeling Øystein's eyes on me.

"So fucking gorgeous." I muttered as the car stopped.

"Yeah." I looked at him and realised he was staring at me. His cheeks flushed a pale pink and he opened his car door. I watched him open the trunk, pulling out a picnic blanket, some knitted blankets, a plastic grocery bag and a thermos. I took the blankets off of him as my stomach fluttered. Who the fuck is this guy?

He laid out the picnic blanket a little ways from the car on the soft grass and set the other things down before looking over at me. I was still standing by the car, a bit in shock at his romantic gesture.

"The ritual begins soon. You coming, sacrifice?" He smirked and I laughed.