#and on my white people tacos tonight

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Guess who had onions a second night in a row and now has a tummy ache

[suchaspookyginger]

yeah yeah, living with my husband and one of my dearest friends is nice for the obvious reasons, but no one ever tells you about how gratifying it is when every household member hates the same food and therefore you never have to see it

[rrenzwrld]

sound of my heart

ony x black reader

first ony piece! i literally just wrote what came to my mind so i’m not sure what’s happening, gets toxic at the end? idk but i wanna write for him more just not anything this…weird. but if you want more of this specific thing, lmk!

the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?

“i’ll pick you up at 8, okay? what do you wanna eat so i can have it when i get you.”

“it doesn’t matter. you know i’ll eat anything.” you heard ony suck his teeth over the phone.

“y/n. you do this all the time.”

“and i’m gonna tell you the same thing, all the time.” you giggled.

“whatever man, i’ll pick you up some tacos or something. just be ready when i get there, aight?”

“mhm.” and with that you hung up to start putting on some decent clothes.

you went to your closet and put on a white tshirt, forest green cargo pants, your new balance, and a gray hoodie. you topped off the outfit with a navy blue hat ony gave you with a tote bag. by the time you got yourself together, ony had texted you saying he was outside of your dorm.

“you meeting ony?” your roommate, jadeja knew by this time that whenever you put something other than sweats and a beanie on, you were probably going to see your boyfriend, ony.

“yeah, i’ll be back though. i’ll text you if i stay out later than planned.”

“okay~have fun!” she winked which made you roll your eyes before going downstairs.

when you got outside, ony was on his phone until he looked up and saw you. a smile instantly appeared on his face as he outstretched his arms to you for a nearly bonecrushing hug.

“i missed you so fuckin much.”

“i can tell.” you giggled while your arms were wrapped around his torso. you didn’t see ony as much anymore just because of all the away games he’s been on. whenever he was on campus, he tried to use those days to spend time with you even if it wasn’t a lot.

“i thought you brought food.” you pouted slightly.

“damn, you worried about the food than me.” he laughed but you felt bad immediately and he saw that. “you know i’m just fuckin with you. it’s in the car.”

once the two of you got to riding, you stopped somewhere to eat your food.

“so, where we going?”

“just a lil party jalen’s throwing. wanted to pop out for him for a lil bit then we can leave.” he knew how much you really didn’t like parties but you didn’t mind it if he was around.

are you listening?

“i would’ve dressed better if i knew you wanted to go to a party—“

“nah you look good. you’re fine,” he looked at you and raised his hand to turn your face towards his. “you look beautiful tonight.”

“liar.” ony knew his effect on you and you knew that he did. he knew what to say to get something out of you and it was true, to him you were the most beautiful girl in the world but the way he said it could make you pool up right in front of him. “we’re nearly dressed the same.”

“don’t care.” ony started up the car and took one last sip of his soda.

“hm?” you heard him, you just wanted to see if he would repeat it.

he shook his head and started driving again.

“nothing.”

you and ony pulled up to the party and he was immediately bombarded by all kinds of people. you didn’t know what to do so you tried to stick by as close as possible. but with the type of person your boyfriend was, you had to let him be the social butterfly that he was. so while he was chatting it up with everyone in the room, you went in the kitchen to pour yourself a drink and stand around with others who didn’t wanna be in the midst of all the commotion. you did recognize some people from your class so you got to talking with some of them just to pass time but you could tell they were getting high and having their own fun away from everyone else.

“so you ony’s girl?” you nodded as you watched the boy take another hit of the blunt in his hand. “you cute. why don’t i ever see you around?” you shrugged, not really feeling the talking anymore. you just wondered where your boyfriend was.

“tamron leave that girl alone. she don’t wanna talk to you and you know how that man get about his bitches.” another girl, lydia, chimed in.

“see ain’t body even talking about allat. i just asked her a question,” tamron turned to you again after addressing what lydia told him. “anyways, why don’t i see you around? you don’t come out like that or something?”

“nah i just stay to myself, don’t go out often.”

“you too pretty to be staying in the house all the time.” tamron was gazing into you like he wanted to eat you or something and admittedly, you were uncomfortable but you knew that the weed and maybe the liquor was making it hard for tamron to notice that.

are you listening?

but before you could come up with your next thought, you saw ony move through the crowd to get to you and you were relieved.

“i hope yall not over here fuckin with my girl.” tamron looked at ony and smiled as if he wasn’t the main one.

“nigga ain’t nobody fucking with your girl—“

“nah tamron letting that blunt get to his head.” tamron looked at lydia and mean mugged her.

“snitch.” he mumbled.

“anyways, we finna leave. y/n, c’mon.” he walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you up off the couch. for ony to be moving this fast after seeming to be having fun, you wondered how exactly he was feeling. on the way out the door, ony said his goodbyes and of course people wanted him to stay but he was set on nearly dragging you behind him. something was weird about how ony was handling you so you stopped once the two of you got near the car.

“the fuck you stopping for? i said c’mon.” he still had a hold on your wrist.

“you been drinking?” ony couldn’t look you in your eyes so you had an answer. “answer me please.”

“yeah, few shots. why?” you could hear the slight slurring in his voice and he couldn’t stay still.

“i’m not bout to let you drink and drive. gimme the keys.” you held out your hand expecting the car keys but he just looked at your hand.

“i’m good.”

“no, ony. gimme the keys.”

“y/n..y/n,” ony laughed softly. “i’m good. promise.” you knew he was lying but he turned away from you and went to the driver’s side of the car.

“gimme the fucking keys! i’m not bout to let you drive with liquor in your system.” you never raised your voice especially at your boyfriend, but you had no choice if you wanted him to listen to you.

“i only had a few shots, that’s it. leave it alone, i’m driving, this my shit. get in the car, y/n.” he was steady stumbling and slurring.

“dumb ass can barely stand up straight,” you walked around to ony and snatched the keys from him. “gimme them keys nigga.” you pushed him out the way and got in the car.

“who the fuck you pushin…” while he was mumbling a bunch of nothing, he went around to the passenger side and got in. the ride back to ony’s apartment was quiet and tense. even though you knew he was drunk and high, the way the combination made him treat you wasn’t what you were used to.

when you finally helped him get into his room, you took off his jacket, shirt, and jeans before pulling a blanket over him. you didn’t have any clothes or anything to stay over so you called an uber back to your dorm and texted you roommate to let her know you were on the way in.

the next morning, you had a small conversation with ony before falling back asleep. when you woke up later in the afternoon, you had some missed calls and a notification from instagram. you checked it and recognized the account as the dude that was trying to talk to you at the party. you ignored it and got up out of bed. you noticed jadeja wasn’t there even thought it was a saturday but you didn’t worry too much after you texted to make sure she was okay.

although you couldn’t really take ony right now, that didn’t stop him from him letting you know he was outside your dorm. you rolled your eyes before getting up and going down to get him and brought him back to your room.

“why you being weird?” you sighed heavily while sitting down in your swivel chair by your desk.

“i’m not, i told you that. i’m just tired.” ony checked his phone.

“you been sleep since 9:30. it’s 2 o’clock right now.” you didn’t mean to sleep that long. “what happened last night?”

“nothing.” even though it made you feel weird, you felt like it wasn’t important enough to address. it wasn’t like he hit you or anything, you just knew it was what was in his system controlling him…which happened often when he got into a specific element.

“you sure?” you nodded. “positive?” you nodded again. ony did feel like something was off but he also knew you had a problem with communicating because you hated conflict if there was any.

are you listening?

“why are you here?” he looked you like you were crazy.

“fuck you mean why i’m here? i came to see what the issue was with you.”

“there’s no issue.” ony shrugged.

“sooo, can i get a hug or something?” no matter the energy, ony just wanted to be around you because he knew he rarely got to see you nowadays.

you got up and wrapped your arms around his waist but something was off. instead of smelling his natural musk or the cologne he’d use all the time, you inhaled a sweeter scent on him as if it was a smell another woman would use. but because you didn’t like conflict, you never said anything.

“i love you.” ony pressed his lips up against your cheek and placed more kisses all over you face, making you giggle. “so much. you love me?”

“of course i love you. always.”

after a few hours ony left and deja came back soon after that with a mutual friend, taylor. deja had been living with you since freshman year so she could tell something was up with your energy so you couldn’t get past telling her your concerns.

“you smelled some other bitch shit on him? oh nah, tell him!”

“deja, that’s dumb. y’know she not gon say nothing to that man and plus, why would he admit to another girl perfume on him?” your friend, taylor, was right. if he wouldn’t admit to it anyway, why waste time by asking? but you also didn’t wanna jump to conclusions and the only way to not do that was to get information straight from the source.

“maybe it was a sister, cousin or something.” you made an excuse

“she got a point…if he had another girl in his space, you have the right to know! and why would his family be down here and you not know? they live 5 hours away.”

“oh don’t worry bout it, texting the nigga right now…” you looked over and saw deja with your phone and tapping away on it.

“deja what the fuck!” you snatched it from her to make sure nothing was sent but the damage was done.

taylor covered her mouth, stiffling her laughs. “you sent it?? he coming over here?”

“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice

are you…listening?

[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 11

Part 10

The smell of a pup was usually a fresh, neutral scent on their own until they officially presented and it ripened with the unique scent of adolescence. It was why scenting one’s child was important. A way to mark them as your own for the whole world to know. And it was typical of parents to do this before seeing their child off somewhere, particularly school.

Shawn never really noticed before now how sometimes his classmates would smell just a little different, depending on who scented them. He wasn’t the only one with one parent but Daniel got to see his mom on weekends, and Elodie still talked to her dad. Shawn was the only one with a single parent with no contact with his other. And he wasn’t complaining. But now that he noticed, he wondered if other people noticed his single note of a scent.

No one had ever made him feel bad about it but maybe they were just being nice about his situation…

Eddie greeted his students in the morning, usually with a high five or a fist bump. “Warm up’s on your desks, make sure you have a sharpened pencil.”

Elodie got to her desk before unpacking and looked at the worksheet. “Do we get to color?”

“What do the directions say?”, Eddie asked, encouraging her to read.

“‘Color…your fa…vorite food’. Yay!”

Eddie told her good job before seeing to the other students and making sure unpacking by the cubbies went without any drama. It all seemed to be going well, so he turned his back. Of course, that was when he heard shoving and the beginnings of a wailing cry.

Shawn was at his desk while Mr. Munson tried to soothe Yasmin. She bumped her head against his leg like she was much younger than six, a move that would normally get an adult to scent her and assure her she wasn’t in trouble. Mr. Munson just gave her a pat on the head and reminded her that the cubbies had names and she couldn’t just put her things wherever she wanted, but also Daniel shouldn’t toss other’s belongings onto the floor.

Mr. Munson was really nice like that, giving head pats, and high fives, but he never scented any of the students. That would be weird. But would he scent Shawn? Where did they stand, now that he was dating his dad?

After school, Steve came and he rubbed Shawn’s cheeks. “You’re like my cute mochi thing. What do they call it? The white thing?”

“Cinnamoroll?”, Eddie and Shawn said in unison.

“No, the other thing. The rabbit.”

“That’s Cinnamoroll, Dad. Now please release my cheeks”, Shawn said.

That just made Steve squish them together more. “No, there’s something else. And I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be a dog anyway.” He let Shawn’s face go and looked up at Eddie. “We still on for tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world”, Eddie promised.

Shawn waited until they were in the car before asking. “What’s tonight?”

Steve smiled. “He’s coming over for dinner.”

“What’re we having?”, Shawn asked, trying to look nonchalant as he played with his seatbelt.

“I was thinking cockroach legs and frog’s eyes”, Steve said, snickering at the look of disgust that he caught in the mirror. “Well what would you serve then?”

“Make your own tacos. I saw you taking out ground beef earlier.”

“You know what, that could work”, Steve agreed. Nevermind that Shawn also would’ve seen the different vegetables on the counter, as well as various sauces which could only be used for tacos. Christopher Nolan, eat your heart out.

Eddie would be spending the evening with them as it was decided that he should do so without it being a date. He and Steve knew they worked well together, now it was time to add Shawn to the mix. He would only be his teacher for a few more months after all. And then in a few years, he would probably be Steve’s. So keeping them apart for that reason was about to be null and void.

Steve had Shawn finish his homework at the table while he started cooking. Eddie arrived about half an hour later, knocking at the door. Steve sent Shawn to get it only because he was washing his hands from touching raw meat and he recognized the roar of Eddie’s van by now. 

“Well, if it isn’t the man of the house”, Eddie smiled when Shawn opened the door.

“Are you here to sell cookies?”, Shawn teased.

“Hmm, no cookies, only pie”, he said, bringing one from behind his back.

Shawn shrugged. “That’ll work.”

He let Eddie in and they joined his dad in the kitchen. Eddie greeted Steve with a kiss, who smiled when he saw the dessert Eddie brought. 

“You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t. Safeway did.”

Dinner was a fun affair. Probably the only low point for Shawn was when the two of them randomly broke out into a song that he didn’t know and even danced along to it. Did they not see how embarrassing they were? The tacos were good though. Shawn liked to put a ton of cheese on his. 

“Hey, you got something there”, Eddie said in the middle of eating.

“Where?”, Steve asked, trying to look at his own face.

Eddie put a swipe of sour cream on his nose. “There.”

Shawn laughed enough to shake his own taco (#3) and make half the ingredients spill out onto his plate. After eating, Shawn helped by bringing the dirty dishes to the sink and helping Steve wrap up the leftovers while Eddie got to washing. Shawn got to take his slice of pie to the living room so long as he ate at the coffee table, leaving the two adults alone.

They were shoulder to shoulder as they washed and dried. At one point, Steve put his head on Eddie’s shoulder and they paused for a moment, soaking it all in. It was only one night but this one night boded well for their future. Once the dishes were done, they joined Shawn, who had taken up the middle of the couch. Without a word, they sat on either side of him. Shawn had it on a kids’ sitcom, but honestly it didn’t matter what they were watching. 

Steve and Eddie’s arms were across the back of the couch so that they could touch, leaving Eddie’s side open for Shawn to lean into. Shawn let out a yawn, full and tired. Then he bumped his forehead against Eddie’s chest. His eyes bugged out, looking at Steve for a sign, approval, something. He didn’t want to spook Shawn by using his voice though. Steve’s eyes were glistening a little as he nodded. 

Slowly, Eddie brought his arm down and rubbed his wrist against Shawn’s hair and cheeks. Steve could just barely hear the coo of contentment. When they were sure he was asleep, Eddie gathered Shawn in his arms and carried him to his room, Steve leading the way. 

“Wait for me in my room”, Steve whispered so that he could give Shawn a bit of privacy while dressing him down in his pjs.

Eddie waited faithfully, sitting on the edge of the bed when Steve finally came in. They spent the night sharing slow kisses, building each other up while using just their hands to finish the job. It was still a school night, after all.

From then on, Eddie took some time to scent Shawn while he was fully awake, sometimes even at school. The other students didn’t think much of it but the week after just happened to be the school-wide spelling bee. A few parents were in attendance. Steve couldn’t make it, as it was the middle of the day, but Eddie promised him pictures.

Shawn took first place, almost stumbling on the word ‘lightning’ but pushing through. The awards were given and parents congratulated their kids, getting pictures as well. Eddie kept himself available, only about half of his students’ parents showed up. Shawn showed his trophy to a friend who was standing by their dad.

He knelt down by Shawn. “You want me to get some pics for your dad, kiddo?”

“Mr. Munson’s gonna text my dad, right?”, Shawn beamed.

“That I will”, Eddie promised.

It was such a benign interaction that Eddie didn’t think a thing of it. But in that moment, the other parent caught a whiff of Shawn, who smelled too similar to Mr. Munson. And texting a parent? On its own, not strange but he’d been careful not to give out his personal number to anyone. He communicated mostly through emails. Sometimes a flyer in the kids’ folders. It was all just adding up to something fishy in his opinion…

He voiced as much to his wife when he got home and she just didn’t see it.

“Are you trying to say Shawn’s dad slept with the teacher so he could win the spelling bee?”

“I mean I’m not saying that exactly, but it seems kind of rigged, doesn’t it?”

She called their daughter down from her room. “Is your friend Shawn a good speller?”

“Yeah, he can even spell some second grade words. They ran out of first grade words to give him.”

“Well, your daddy didn’t mention that.”

“I just think we shouldn’t rule it out.” A lot of the parents knew each other, at least in passing. So it was no secret that Steve was single. Of course, most would never suspect he was dating his son’s teacher but considering the scent he was carrying…

As this was brewing on Eddie's side, from Steve's past a familiar face approached closer and closer.

Part 12

Fun fact: that actually happened at my school's spelling bee. Two of my first graders spelled so well, they had to move on to second grade words. Don't praise me though, they came to me that smort.

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[sleepy-wyvern]

Hi! Just found your blog and i love it

If you're taking requests I'd love some best friends to lovers smut with Eddie

Maybe he figures out you have a crush on him and he feels the same way. Whatever you think is best, i'm sure it would turn out amazing

- @eddiesprincess86

So uh, I went a little crazy and wrote my longest oneshot ever at 5.8k words, I hope you dont mind! I finished this at 3am but I really wanted to get this to you asap and be something you might enjoy! I hope you like! Thanks so much for your kind words as well!!! <;3 @eddiesprincess86

"Friends" | Eddie Munson x female!Reader Smut

First gif, second pic

TW/CW: jealous reader, very brief mention of cheating (not by Eddie or Reader), vaping, marijuana & cigarette references, alcohol, cream pie, slight praise kink?

Pet names: baby, darling, sweetheart (this fic uses y/n)

This fic contains 18+ EXPLICIT material, minors DNI! All characters in this fic are 18+

Friends. We’re friends. The concept of a friend was never meant to be a bad one, so why did it feel like poison in your brain the moment the words thrummed into your ear drums?

That was what you were, after all. 

Friends who spent nearly every day together. Hell, best friends even. 

“What’s the matter, y/n? You have been acting weird and avoiding me.” Eddie’s eyes were large and brown, it was rare to see him with a serious expression so you felt thrown off guard. 

The matter is you were in love. With him. And didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

You think back to when you both were little. His hair was short and buzzed, he was covered in dirt and his jeans had bright green grass stains. He’d smile brightly at you, asking if you wanted to play after school. Even then you knew people considered him a freak. But you didn’t care, you had fun with Eddie and that’s what mattered.  

Your mother on the other hand, always kept you neat and tidy, scolding when you’d track any dirt or stain your precious clothes. 

“You were with that Munson boy again weren't you?” She’d scowl while running a bath “that boy's trouble.”

When you got older you figured it had something to do with his parentage, or where he had lived in a trailer park and you a house with the white picket fence. 

But as you grew into a teenager, your parents realised they were better off letting you be friends with who you wanted. You’d just rebel against them anyways if they told you not to. They also figured it’d be better to monitor you both by letting him hang out at your place, so you wouldn’t be “up to no good.” In doing so they realised what a kind person he was, offering to do the dishes, helping your family move houses a few streets down, bringing you Gatorade when you’re sick and watching the house while you went on dreaded family vacations. Eventually the sight of Eddie at your house was normal, expected even. 

One night, he helped you home when you embarrassingly had too much to drink. You didn’t think your parents found out, as the quiet house creaked while he tucked you into bed with a glass of water and escaped through the window. But ever since then your mom warmed up to him a little more. 

“You can tell Eddie we’re having tacos tonight, I know they’re his favourite,” your mom beamed from the kitchen one evening. 

Now things were different. You lived in your own small apartment, he in his. His hair was longer, his body and yours were covered in tattoos. 

Now he was staring at you expecting a reply, eye bags drooping in a tired, charming way. But he still played guitar, he still wore ripped jeans, still snuck away with you to drink and get high, still got mad at you when you were close to having too much to drink. The same yet different. 

Something had to explain or account for a newfound feeling in your chest when he introduced you to the girls at the hideout.

When he got off the stage, his chest was still heavily moving up and down and sweat dripped from his hair and forehead. The sight made you unable to sit still, you pretended to not know why. 

They were his friends, yet the blond girl seemed to bat her eyelashes at Eddie as she sat at the bar. The purple and pink haired girl didn’t need to, her low cut top and skirt with fishnets spoke for her that night. 

Jealousy dissolved to anger which dissolved to sadness. You hated that you started to despise these girls you hadn't even known for more than 5 minutes. For doing a normal thing, shooting their shot with a guy that was single. 

Yet it still stung when he said the words “Hey, this is y/n, my friend.”

For the first time in your friendship you were jealous. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said, not caring to listen to their names. 

Eddie didn’t seem to notice they were flirting with him, yet the jealousy still appeared, taunting you. One of Eddie’s other band members interrupted their quiet small talk, something about equipment needing attention. 

You looked down the bar noticing Gareth sitting there. You moved to sit on the stool next to him, sighing as you lean your arms onto the wooden counter. 

You were the same age and last year celebrated your 21st birthday. Now of legal drinking age, you often shared drinks at Corroded Coffin shows to support Eddie every Tuesday. It became a ritual of sorts, and you grew pretty close that way.

Eddie met him in highschool, at a dnd club. You never really knew him that well until after graduation. Lost sheep, Eddie had called him. You’ve never felt any feelings for Gareth, especially jealousy. Was that what this was for Eddie, a stupid little crush?

You sighed, folding your arms as you tapped your fingers against yourself anxiously. Gareth eyed you out of the corner of his vision curiously. You ordered a rum and coke, something that had a nostalgia about it for you. 

“Good show tonight huh?” He spoke before taking a long sip of his beer. 

The bartender brought you your glass and you drank eagerly, it had more soda than you wanted tonight. 

“Uh huh,” you looked over to Eddie who was talking to the girls, hands in his pockets. 

Gareth followed your eyes as he tapped his finger along the handle of his mug. 

“Who are they?” He asked. 

“Huh?” You turned back to him and he nodded towards where you were looking. 

Embarrassed you looked down at your cup “some girls from out of town. Ones a singer.”

He nodded silently, shifting his position on the stool. What you didn’t see was Eddie looking back at you as you stared down, glancing concerned between you and Gareth. Eddie gave him a look of apprehension to which he shrugged at. 

You take another sip of your drink, enjoying the hot sensation in your stomach. It was so stupid. Eddie’s hooked up with girls before, though you both wanted to know little to nothing about each other's love life it never bothered you before. Now, he wasn’t even sleeping with someone, as far as you knew, but it still bugged you. The thought of him sleeping with them made you want to vomit. 

“You should tell him,” Gareth broke your thoughts, you wondered for a moment if he could read minds.

You were moments away from choking on your drink, thankfully he didn’t notice “tell him what?” Your voice had a small croak to it. 

Gareth sighed, sitting straight up. He wore his old red plaid jacket he had since high school, it had tears and patches sewn over. 

“You know what,” he gave you an irritated look. 

You scowl at him before downing your drink. The ice clinked the bottom of the glass as you placed it down on the counter. 

“I’m not stupid, but Eddie is. He couldn’t notice a crush if it slapped him in the face.” Gareth looked at you sympathetically but you couldn't handle it anymore.

You sigh standing up, grabbing your soft warm jacket. Eddie catches your gaze as you stand, turning to leave the bar. He waves you, you wave back but still head to the door. He hurries up to you, catching you just before you leave. 

“Hey,” he said, “you’re going home already?” His eyes darted between yours, a tinge of sadness coated them. You felt bad but it pained you to be here, of the reactions that you had that you weren’t proud of. 

“Yeah, it’s getting late so I should head home.” You smile at him weakly, he doesn’t return the sentiment, just a look of concern. 

“Are we still on for tomorrow…?” He asked, sounding hopeful with bright doe like eyes.

“Yeah,” it was all you could think of to say, your heart ached.

He let you leave in silence. You zipped up your jacket, bundling against the cold spring night. You take your vape out of your pocket, warming it with cold fingers. You watched the smoke disperse into the air as it evaporated.

Arriving home you change into your pyjamas crawling into bed, wondering how you’ll be able to make it through tomorrow. When did things change? What changed?

The last month you supposed, spending the dark months of the beginning of the year together watching shows like The Last of Us and playing Valorant. You loved him, you always had since you were little. He stuck up for you, and frankly people were scared of him so they stayed off your back. In return you always stuck up for him when people called him a freak or whatnot.

He brought you ice cream when your first love broke your heart. You brought him weed and beer when his girlfriend cheated on him. But your love for him never felt like this before, a bittersweet taste on the back of your tongue.

You’re not sure when your buzzing thoughts turned to sleep but at some point they did, as you woke to the sound of a text message in the morning. It was Gareth. 

“Did you do it yet?” He texted. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied. 

“:(“

“Sorry. Hanging out with Eddie tonight. I'll call you tomorrow.” You lock your phone screen feeling a little guilty. You went about your day to day routine until 7pm rolled around, unsure of what else to do.

You had popcorn, snacks, and beer in the fridge. The tv was ready, if you were to watch something, and your Nintendo switch was ready if that was the choice, or your gaming laptop. 

Your foot was bouncing in anxiety, trying to get some nervous energy out when the doorbell rang in your ears. You get up, rather too quickly, making your way to the door. Opening it you’re greeted with shaggy, wavy dark hair. He held a bottle of wine and your favourite candy. 

“What’s the occasion?” You asked, opening the door wider and stepping back. 

“No occasion,” he admitted stepping inside, “just your favourite.”

Your stomach churned wondering if he could tell you were upset last night and was trying to make up for it. He made no indication he was doing so, strolling into your apartment as usual. He got two wine glasses out knowing exactly where you kept them. He poured the wine into the glasses, swirling the liquid around dramatically. You stood with your arms crossed watching him silently. 

“What did you wanna do tonight?” He asked and honestly you never thought this far ahead. Making it past the door was your biggest anxiety tonight. 

“No idea,”  you rubbed your temples to soothe your racing brain. 

He looks out the window thinking for a moment as he does, “come with me. We’re going for a walk.”

“You just poured wine and took off your shoes.” You can’t help but chuckle a little at his sudden idea. Once Eddie has an idea he’ll drop everything he’s doing to accomplish it. 

“Yeah, well, it’ll be here when we get back,” he clapped his hands together “let’s go go go!”

You blink a few times shaking your head but you oblige. You haul a black hoodie over your head, tugging it down. You slip on your hightops and suddenly you felt like you were in highschool again, heading out with Eddie just for something to do.

Placing your wallet and keys into your pocket you step outside into the cold air, “where are we going?” you turn back to watch him haul on his snow white sneakers.

“For snacks,” he answered, closing the door behind him.

It felt like forever since you walked somewhere just for the hell of it. You put your air pod in one ear, offering him the other that he accepts on one condition.

“Play our blended playlist,” he requested as you opened spotify.

The sky was painted orange, you watched the clouds while you walked as darkness crept around the horizon. You knew the path to the corner store, absentmindedly your legs carried you there. Music played through your ears as you watched him walk besides you, hand in his pockets staring off into the sky. 

You admire his smile lines framing his gorgeous brown eyes, each told a story of his years of happiness that you witnessed. His hair bounced back against the light breeze, he wore his usual leather jacket and jean vest, keeping him warm enough. His silver chain attached to his belt loops bounced against his leg with every step. Occasionally a loose pebble was kicked further ahead, skipping across the cement sidewalk. 

You weren’t sure what to say, if anything. Words caught at the bottom of your throat, until you reached the old little shop. It looked the same as when you were a kid- old dirty white siding, wooden steps leading up to the door that creaked, a gross ashtray you tried your best to avoid looking at lest your appetite escape you.

You stroll into the old building as the bell rings, the white tiles beneath your feet covered in sand. You look over the numerous colourful packages of sweet treats, mouth watering already.

It was so nostalgic, reminding you of the numerous times you stopped by here with Eddie. As kids you stopped by for blue and red slushies in the summer on your bikes, the place always smelled like cheap deep fried food. Once, when you were preteens, you poured your change together and with it bought a package of ice cream sandwiches. You had eaten the entire package together, sitting on the swings until you had to go home from a tummy ache. 

You felt lucky you lived closer to it now, in your new apartment, but refused to go there without him. It felt so weird to be there alone, as if this was a spot just for you both. 

Tonight you opted out from the sticky ice cream or slushies. Instead you went for the bottled soda, craving the sweet fizzy feeling on your tongue. 

“What do you think?” Eddie asks, holding his arms out like a game show host showing off prizes “kitkat, butterfingers, Reece’s…”

You glance over your shoulder at him while picking out the blue soda. Eddie always looked quite out of place, like he should be on stage. Shaggy hair, ripped jeans, demon-esque clothing. Yet it was oddly fitting for the old corner store. Probably a normal occurrence for the shop tender, as he looked rather bored.

“Didn’t you already bring me candy?”

“Yes but as you know, candy is not chocolate,” he retorts and you roll your eyes. 

“They both have sugar. Loads of it.”

“Okay but,” his eyes widened as he looked down at you matter-of-factly “chocolate is an entirely different category.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him “okay, you’re right.”

You grabbed a kitkat, placing it on the counter next to a see through display of scratch tickets. The cashier rang through the items as you shifted your weight from one leg to the next. Why were you so nervous?

You managed to place a $20 down before Eddie could, dumping the change back in your wallet while he scowled at you. He settled for holding the chocolate in his pockets as you strolled out of the store.

“Let’s go to the playground,” he suggested, “all the kids will be gone by now.”

Your eyebrow raised “everyone will be gone because that playground is junky.”

He laughs, “well, more fun for us.”

The old playground was nearby, it still had the same rusted monkey bars and swing set, though the swing seats and chains had been switched out some time ago. It didn’t take you long to get there and he was right, there was no one there.

You sat on the old black swing, hips much wider now, making it a bit more uncomfortable now than as a kid. Your knees pressed together as you kicked at the ground, rocking yourself back and forth making designs in the sand. You twisted the cap off of your soda bottle, bringing the glass mouth piece to your lips. The sweet blue liquid dripped down your throat, fizzing as it entered your stomach.

Eddie sat next to you, hands currently buried in a bag of sour patch kids, offering you the kitkat. You held it in your hands, looking it over. After a few songs played in your ears, he stood in front of you, looking down at you.

“What’s the matter, y/n? You have been acting weird and avoiding me.” Eddie’s expression was serious. Something you didn’t see very often.

You scratched the back of your neck not yet answering so he continued.

“I mean not like physically ignoring me,” he said using nervous hand gestures “just, I don’t know…” he trailed off looking for the right words to say “it’s corny. Like you’re not connecting with me.”

You ran your thumb along the glass bottle while his eyes darted between yours.

“Oh my god,” he said as you looked up at him, eyes caught on the part in his lips. His facial expression softens “you have a crush on Gareth.”

You burst out into a laugh and he raises an eyebrow at you “No, you dingus.”

He looks into your eyes, face melting as a thousand emotions exchange between you as you both realize the truth. You look down at your feet as he sits on the swing next to you.

“Do you remember when we met?” he asked you, looking straight ahead.

“Honestly? No,” you admitted.

He looked over at you then, “me neither,” you shared a hearty chuckle together. 

Looking up at the sky you noticed the stars were slowly starting to appear.

“You were just… always there. But I remember the day I first realised I loved you,” he fumbled with his rings, a little nervous.

Your eyes meet his, urging him on.

“You were wearing a yellow dress with pink butterflies, your hair was in braids. Jason Carver said the town called me a freak-” he smiled as he recounted the memory.

“-and I punched him in the face” you laugh into the darkening sky.

His laugh joined you as he crossed his arms “and he cried, swearing his revenge by telling his mommy.”

“Yup, and I was ‘banned’ from hanging out with you because you were a bad influence,” truth be told Eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly, unless it was a mosquito. You were probably a bad influence on him. 

“That was the day I first started loving you, and I’ve never stopped since then,” his eyes seemed to shine like the stars above his head.

Your heart seemed to pound in your chest, directly in the back of your throat as you looked into his brown eyes.

“I hated myself,” you say suddenly “that I felt jealous over those girls at the bar,” you feel your cheeks running red.

He tilted his head listening intently but his brows furrowed “you are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met,” tingles spread over your cheeks as he continued “you have nothing to be jealous of.”

You look down again, biting at your chapped lip.

He sighed, “Despite what Gareth says about me all of the time, I know they were flirting with me. I rejected them.”

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was selfish.”

He had a soft chuckle surprising you. “I think it's cute.”

You frown, kicking the sand softly as your cheeks heated.

“So,” he said after a minute, “are you going to admit your undying love for me now?”

“Well,” you recede your hands into your hoodie sleeves, feeling a little vulnerable “that’s a bit of a dramatic way to put it.”

He folded his hands together in confidence “we’ll get there,”

He reaches his hand out to you brushing his thumb along your cheek, “so are we going to do this thing or what?”

You lean to the side until his lips meet yours, a warmth touch beneath the cold sky. The moment he does, you feel unified as sparks jump from you to him and back again. The stubble on his face tickles against your cheek, a sweet sensation you never knew before.

“Wow,” he gasped, “you don’t know how long I’ve waited for that,” his eyes were locked on your lips as he whispered. 

You lean forward connecting your lips again, gently sucking on his bottom lip before pulling away. 

“We’ve got some wine sitting at home waiting for us” his breath against your cheek spread shivers through the rest of your body. 

Instinctively you bring your hands to his cheek, getting lost in his hair “that sounds wonderful.”

The walk back to your house had the same scenery, the same vibe of music in your ear, and you even walked in the same step next to each other. Yet it was completely different. The dark blue sky looked over you both like a blanket, you giggled at jokes he threw at you playfully. Even the music seemed happier now. Before you knew it you arrived home together, taking your boots off as you entered. 

You grabbed your wine glass before flopping onto the couch. The wine was room temperature but frankly you didn’t know enough about wine to know if that was good or bad. To you it was just alcohol, but the kind that made you feel fancy as you sipped from the glass. 

Eddie strolled over as he always did, owning the room, sitting on the other end of the couch, tapping his foot against the floor to some invisible beat. 

You had already flipped on a random Netflix movie that was on your list but despite trying to pay attention you couldn’t. 

Your focus was on the man next to you, arm stretched over the couch behind your back. The same but different. The fuzzy feeling in your stomach made you smile, and you declared it a good different. 

You place your wine glass on the coffee table as you lean into him, snuggling into his chest the way couples did frequently in movies. It was just as good as you thought it would be, if not better. Hearing his heart thumping against your ear, the firmness of his torso, the rise and fall of his chest with every breath… it was all so perfect. So right. You felt almost silly over how much you stressed about everything, merely an hour earlier. 

“Eddie,” you looked up at him and he looked down at you, a curious look with pure happiness. 

Before he could say anything your lips reunited with his, warm and soft. You brushed your tongue along his lower lip, tasting the sweetness of soda and candy. Being this close to him you never noticed exactly how good he smelled to you. Sweet tobacco, crisp evergreen, and undertones that were just so… him. 

As your tongue met his, you wanted to consume him and be consumed by him. His hand moved to your waist while yours met the gruffness of his face. You brought your hands to the back of his head, tangling yourself in his soft locks. 

You felt yourself climbing into his lap, surprised at your own boldness. He was too, as he held your hips steady a wide grin grew on his face while he pressed his lips into yours.

“Woah baby,” the words rolled off of his tongue perfectly “are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you whisper on his lips “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

The feeling of being on Eddie’s lap was so intoxicating you almost felt dizzy, you were so glad for his strong grip on you. You hold the back of his head, kissing him as deeply as your mouths would allow. The kisses turned sloppier as you continued and heat overtook you, your tongues mingling in and out of your mouth. 

His hands tested the waters by sliding underneath your shirt and up to your waist. He grabbed at your curves, cold metal rings pressing into you in a way that sent hunger through your body. 

You felt your cunt wetten as you lightly grinded against his crotch. Your leggings were a thin enough material that a fold in his jeans hit your clit at precisely the right angle causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth, body jumping a little in surprise. 

“Woah,” he smirked pulling back to gauge your reaction, “I never thought I’d hear you make that noise,”

You noticed goosebumps on his tattooed arms rise as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Sorry,” You mumble a little embarrassed. 

Without warning he picked you up into his arms, holding your ass and thighs tightly as he carried you to your bedroom. 

He laid you on your soft bed sheets, grinning wildly with fire in his eyes “darling that was the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life."

He cupped your face kissing you deeply. Everywhere his hands touched created sparks you’ve never gotten so intensely before. You wanted them everywhere, over your entire body. 

“Touch me,” You whispered, the words almost sounded foreign on your tongue; they were the words you’ve only said to him in dreams. And this was better than any dream you’ve ever had. 

He helped you pull the oversized sweater off, losing sight of him for a moment as the fabric pulled over your head. You smile at him feeling your hair frizz in different directions from the static

You giggle lovingly as he smiles back at you “every noise you make is music to my ears baby,” he brings his mouth down to the rim of your shirt, biting it and pulling it up and over your head.

Your torso shivered as you crossed your arms beneath your breasts, nervous for his reaction as you lay beneath him topless.

He kept his eyes level with yours, “you are so gorgeous,” his lips met yours as his hair brushed against your neck. 

One hand moved to your neck and you melted beneath his fingers as he brushed them over your shoulder and down your arms. Slowly he moved to your waist and you couldn’t help it as you moved your arms to wrap around him. He was wearing too much though, so you tug at his shirt, pulling it up eagerly. 

He straightened up, pulling his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor “is this what you wanted, darling?”

“Yes,” you whispered, entranced in his tattoos. You've been there for every one, but as he stood over you filled with desire somehow they felt different. 

As he closed the gap between you, you traced his chest tattoos with his fingers before he moved to kiss your neck. 

Your legs squirm as he licks the delicate skin. You let out a gasp as he sucks in between kisses, sure to leave a bruise. 

“I like to mark what’s mine,” he whispers into your ear before returning to your mouth. 

He hooks his fingers underneath the fabric of your bra, tugging at it and begging you to let him see you, feel you and touch you. 

You lean forward allowing him to wrap his arm around you “that’s a good girl,” his hand moves to undo the clasp. 

You let the straps fall off your shoulders as a shudder runs through your body. Your breasts bounce as your bra falls onto the bed. 

His eyes widen as he looks down at you, in awe and shock “better than I imagined, somehow,” his lips quivered. 

“You imagined them?” you tease, raising your eyebrows. 

He looks deep into your eyes considering his answer before speaking “once or twice.”

You laugh pulling him in for a kiss. You couldn’t bear to have his lips apart from yours, you were already addicted to his taste and touch. 

He moved his hands over to cup your breast, gently and lovingly. He ran his fingers over your nipples before lowering his head from your mouth to your breasts. You bury your hands and face into his hair, taking in as much as you could while he kisses your chest, licking and soaking you. You let out a mix of gasps and moans as he gently bites at your nipple. 

You bring your hands down to your waist, feeling your hips start to beg for attention. You shimmy out of your leggings pulling them down. 

Eddie was sure to give your thighs the attention they well deserved too, running his hands over them with cold rings, grabbing them lustfully. The crotch of your panties was warm as you start to soak them due to Eddie’s fingertips making their way inward towards your entrance. 

“Eddie,” you whispered soft and sweet, a mixture of a question, a beg and a demand. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good, if that’s what you want,” his raspy voice offered you, he wanted to hear you say it. 

“Yes” you nodded weakly, he lowered his fingers underneath your panties, removing them from your legs.

“I…” you whisper and he looks up at you, one brow raised in question “I…. Want your cock Eddie, so so bad.”

His body shivers at your words, he was more than willing to give you anything you wanted. 

He moved his fingers to his belt buckle, removing it and letting it fall to the floor. Your toes curled as he removed his jeans and boxers, the sight of his cock made you gasp, you must’ve had a shocked or scared expression because he chuckled amused. 

He lowered himself on top of you, the heat of your bodies mingling together. Your bodies pressed into one another felt like a perfect fit, like you were made for each other. 

He pressed the shaft of his cock against your entrance allowing you to feel the length of him along your wet cunt. You whimpered into his mouth while he moved his hands down to your entrance. 

“Are you ready baby?” He asked, big brown eyes intent to hear your answer. 

You nod, “yes,” you wanted all of him, so badly, and you wanted him now. 

He moved his hand to line himself up with your entrance, first testing you with his fingers. Your back arches as he slides them in easily. He curled them against your walls making you moan in pleasure. 

“Please, please, Eddie, your cock,” you pouted, making him smirk in satisfaction. 

He bent down and kissed you sweetly, “yes baby, you’ll get it,” he let out a small chuckle in disbelief that he finally gets to hear you say those words. 

He ran his fingers over his cock, lubing up to prepare. Lining his tip up with your entrance you hold your breath. You bring your fingers up to clutch onto his back for support as he ever so slowly pushes his tip inside. You take a deep breath and he continues, tight precious pleasure filled you as you let out a small gasp. 

“How’s that?” His voice was unsteady you could tell, taking in the feeling of his cock against your cunt “fuck baby, you’re so slick and tight for me.”

“Good, i'm good, i'm ready,” You fumble over the words, eager to have the rest of him. 

He takes his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as he pushes against you. You let out a deep sigh as you feel his full length deep inside you. 

Eddie grins down at you, brushing your hair back “you’re taking me so well sweetheart.”

And you had, because you dreamt of this for days although you wouldn’t dare admit how badly you wanted him. Needed him, even. 

You shimmy your hips, readjusting yourself “keep going,” you whisper. 

He pulls out, thrusting in a little quicker this time. He repeats the process, faster again as you let out a moan. The bed started to shake and before you knew it he was ramming into your tight little cunt, grunting in exertion and pleasure. 

The feeling of his cock inside you was so divine, you knew nothing else in the world would be able to top it. You never wanted to be apart from him, as you desperately pulled at the muscles on his back, wanting him closer. 

He kissed your forehead and your lips, continuing to thrust at a steady pace. You readjusted your hips and to your surprise his next thrust brushed against that wonderful g-spot and the moan that escaped your lips shocked you. 

“Oh, I’ve found it haven’t I?” He ran his tongue over his teeth slyly. 

He continued to thrust into you, pushing into the spot over and over again “yes, yes Eddie! Harder,” you whimpered. 

He grunted with sweat dripping down his forehead. Slowly but surely the tip of his cock brought you up and over that mountain of pleasure, your orgasm topping over in that sweet high. Your body stiffened letting out a moan louder than the rest and he knew he had you. 

“My princess finished on my cock did she? It feels so good when you finish while I’m inside,” he kissed your neck, enjoying the pleasure on your face caused by him. 

He began to thrust again, faster this time as your body was limp against the bedsheets. Your hands move to his hair, running your fingers through it and pulling it out of his face. 

“Don’t hold back,” you murmur “I want to feel your cum deep inside me,” your own words made you shudder “let our orgasms mix.”

He could barely nod, chasing his orgasm through your clenching walls around him. The sensation was oh so good, so addicting. He never wanted to leave your cunt, you fit so perfectly together as if you were made for one another.

“Baby I’m-“ A delightful moan escapes him, a sound that makes you shiver as you feel him twitch inside you, releasing his seed. 

You lay there together gasping, holding his hair back to help him cool down. He nuzzled his face into your neck lovingly, heart beating hard against you. 

“That was…” he whispered. 

“Amazing,” you finished his sentence for him with a cheeky smile. 

After a minute of resting together you sigh “we should’ve gotten a towel…”

He pulls out slowly as your mixture of hot fluids drips down your thighs. 

He leaves for a moment, returning with a soft cloth to dab against your sensitive entrance. Your body twitches as he pressed the cloth against you, he watched your facial expression with amusement. 

“You act like you didn’t just watch me cum,” you smile. 

“Oh don’t worry darling,” he moves to your lips kissing you before continuing “I’ll watch it over and over till the day we die.”

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-Wyv

[janeblr]

What are we drinking tonight ladies…. its drunk taco night and im having a BLAST!!! Basically this is what my (alcoholic) dad does: blasts industrial music, gets drunk, makes tacos. It’s the best idea he’s ever had and its so fucking fun. Im three drinks in listening to skuppy about to enjoy my iron-rich white people tacos(hashtag anemia lol) and love my life.

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SONGS I LIKE

because I have banger tunes in my head always. In no order at all!

Living in a Dream - Pseudo Echo

Waiting For the Ghost Train - Madness

People are strange - The Doors

Awake - Electric Guest

Chauffeur - Duran Duran

Elegant Aliens - Blood Culture

Opium Eaters - Madness

Cheek to Cheek - Taco

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

Destination Unknown - Pseudo Echo

Forever - Angels & Agony

Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel

Struck By Lightning - Toto

Listening - Pseudo Echo

Rock You like a Hurricane - Scorpions

When dawn arrives - Madness

Grey Day - Madness

Come Back Down - Trevor Something

Avtomobili - Vesyoliye Rebyata

Mime’s song - VITAS

Romantica Megapolisa - Bioconstructor

Spam - Daiitye Tank

Zero - Kofe

Moi Adress sovetskii soyuz

Stranger In Me - Pseudo Echo

Voice - Ultravox

Daydream - Narvent

Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles (both of and strings only version)

First Woe - Ofdream

Devil’s Train - The Lab Rats

How Soon Is Now

King of lullaby - Eiffel 65

Come along now - Cosmo Sheldrake

Blue Monday - New Order

Orby - Cosmo Sheldrake

Oxygen - OSVISS

Stranger in town - Toto

Sub-Culture - New Order

Svet Ogneii - KODIZC

The Son of Flynn - Daft punk - Ki Theory

19 2000 - GORILLAZ

Dare - GORILLAZ

2000 miil’ - Chernobyl

Castor - Daft Punk

Acid Rain - Lorn

Counting Sheep - SAFIA

Crow - Forest Swords

Devil - Moon Walker

Lose Yourself - Eminem

My Ordinary Life

Love and Pain - Creeper

Donaukinder - Rammstein

HEAVEN SAYS - chart

Kletka - Molchat DomA

Krisha - bishkek

Vsyo Slozhno - Egorbez

Natural - Imagine dragons

Warriors - Imagine Dragons

People Eater - sodikken

Vladimirsky Central Prison - Chernikovskaya hata

London Goodbye - Car-man

Bez konkretiki - Byespokoinik

Chabged The Way You Kiss Me - Example

Freed from desire - GALA

Timezone - Sander van Doorn

Destination Calabria - Alex Gaudino

Everybody wants to rule the world - Tears for Fears

Be My Lover - La Bouche

Livin la Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

Mr Vain - Culture Beats

Sunny - Boney M

Moves like Jagger - Maroon 5

We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool DCUP

Blind Spots - C418

Dry Hands - C418

Far - C418

Moog City - C418

Droopy likes your face - C418

Taswell - C418

Dombummel- spongebob music

stadium rave - spongebob

Waltzing flutes - same as above

Aloha oe -same

Chill out -same

Faraway - Eiffel 65

Happy Nation - Ace of Base

I’m OK - Little Big

High Hopes - Pink Floyd

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

Who is She - I monster

I ran so far away - a flock of seagulls

Alarm call - The Correspondents

Around the world - ATC

Stayin alive - Bee Gees

Don’t fear the reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

Body Company - And One

Come as you are - Nirvana

Brother - Stuck in the Sound

Get Lucky - Daft Punk

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Dont stop me now - Queen

I DJ with the fire - Eiffel 65

My Generation - GORKY PARK

American Interior - Gruff Rhys

Hall of fame - the script

Chlorine - 21 pilots

I wanna rock - Twisted Sister

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

bulletproof - La Roux

Lenningradskiy Blues

Animals - Martin Garrix

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Little Dark Age - MGMT

Counting Stars - OneRepublic

People of Tomorrow - Eiffel 65

Control - House of Harm

Ally or Enemy - T.P. And the Indians

Angel of Snow - PLAZMA

Brass Goggles - Steam powered giraffes

California Dreamin- The mamas and the papas

Cigarettes out the window - TV girl

Fish in a birdcage

Glasshouse - Germinator

Lovers rock - TV girl

We re not gonna take it - Twisted sister

Stressed out - 21 pilots

Keep your eyes peeled - ULTRA SUNN

Young Foxes - ULTRA SUNN

Tonight - The Correspondents

Tardigrade - Cosmo Sheldrake

Stupid MF - Mindless self indulgence

Sugar Pills - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Sadness is rebellion - Lebanon Hanover

Lonely - PLAZMA

Piece of your heart - MEDUZA, goodboys

Pink Elephants on parade

Wplf in sheep’s clothing - ft. William Beckett

White Room - Cream

Sol Seppy - Move

SNAP! - Rythm is a dancer

Bangarang - Skrillex

Shut me up - MSI

Test & Recognise - Seekae

Big Hoops - RVZZER, JANFRY

Rubber ring - The Smiths

Prescription - MSI

Pork Soda - Glass Animals

Embryo - Pink Floyd

achilles come down - gang of youth

Blue Canary

Strawberry fields forever - The Beatles

Shoplifters of the world unite - The Smiths

Show me the meaning of being lonely - Backstreet boys

West end girls - backstreet boys

Green Machine - Lightnin Harry Dee

Le silence - Hante

Heart of glass - Blondie

Cadillac - Buster Band

Crying just a little - Billy DeCole & Derriere

Errol - Australian Crawl

Dont go - Pseudo Echo

Heart of stone - David Lewis

Shadows of love - Jeff Hurd and the differents

The Miracle - Queen

Sneg - Aigel

AND THERES MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM!

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Back again:3 with fire songs!

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Kabin Crew - The Spark

Think you can stop what we do? I doubt it!! We got the energy, we'll tell you all about it~! I searched for my spark and I found it— Everybody in the crowd start bouncing!

Infected Mushroom - Change The Formality

I try to change the formality- and everything about it…

People killing people for a re~ason! You make mistakes;

you don’t regret..

so make a conclu~sion~!

Rendezvous - Tennessee Tina

Baby can we rendezvous~..? Make you feel like Deja vu.. ~!

you~ou..

Puttin’ on the Ritz - Taco

If you’re blue and you don’t- know where to go to; Why don’t you go where fashion sits~? Puttin’ on the ritz~

Different types who were a day coat- Pants with stripes and cut-a-way coats~

Perfect fits..

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IM RUNING OUT OF SOONNGGGSSSS

SAME TW AND CW AS BEEFFFOOOORRREEE

And Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

I know you do your wash on Sundays and you separate your whites

And that your car needs a new tire 'cause last week I laid those spikes

I've got a million polaroids with all the dates penned in red ink

I sneak a walkie-talkie in your room to listen to you sleep

You just don't know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same

One day we'll have a pretty wedding, and I'll be your everything

We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part

Oh, you don't know it yet but baby I've already got your heart

I Love You Like An Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

I was getting off the late shift attempting to recover

Crumpled up the bus pass, tossed it into the gutter

Some handsome dark stranger, you were standing there on the corner

You had those compelling magnetized eyes

You must have lost when you got older

Seven blocks in, my fingers brushed your hand

I blushed and you laughed, but you seemed a little sad

I ain't one to jump a ship, but I absolutely knew

I was six steps in when I fell into you

One last kiss

I love you like a broken pot

One last kiss

I love you like a pack of dogs

One last kiss

I need you like I need a gaping head wound

Nintendo 64 - Alex G

My brother told me that he's gonna kill himself tonight

With a whole bottle of Prozac or a shiny kitchen knife

He said that when he's dead, I can have his Nintendo 64

And I can play all it night long

Sitting on the basement floor

My girlfriend told me that she doesn't love me anymore

And I wish I didn't care but I thought she was really cool

So I drank a ton of liquor

Then I threw up in her sink

She said next time use the toilet

Then she offered me a drink

Anyone’s free to join in!!! I’d love to learn all your fav songssss!!

[unluckyhoneybee]

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The requests go to my inbox, not to comment sections or dm´s.

If the request doesn't follow the rules, I will delete it. I will mix requests that are similar.

Send as many prompts as you want in one request.

Check the people I write for here. I won't write about anyone who isn't in there.

The context of the story is always welcomed. My imagination is limited.

I will write blurbs, some shorter than others. Never One shot.

Nothing too angsty, I'm a sucker for hurt comfort and I'm the worst with sad endings.

No smut, I always get super stuck with it. Maybe spicy, but not explicit smut.

PROMPTS.

Tropes (no need to choose one, but I'd prefer if you do):

White: Best friend.

Blue: Brother's best friend.

Violet: Forced proximity.

Yellow: Single dad.

Cherry: Single mum.

Peach: Exes.

Mint: Neighbors.

Silver: suggest one

Dialogues:

"I would have come if you had told me"

"I'm here now"

"So please remind me it's not too late" 🎶Undertow- Son Lux.

"Who did that to you?"

"How did we end up here?"

"If you don't ask for help next time I will..." "What?" "End you"

"This wasn't supposed to happen"

"Hold it in, let's go dancing" 🎶 Time is dancing- Ben Howard.

"No, wait. I have something to tell you."

"I heard what you said last night. And... me too"

"Why are you here?" "I had nowhere to go" The cliche

"What the fuck are you doing?" "Shh"

"You said you needed me, I came to help you. Easy"

"No, no. Don't cry. I didn't want you to cry"

"You can be so childish sometimes."

"Is he here?" "No" "Good, 'cause we are leaving now"

"You, me, tacos... what do you say?"

"My mum told me to not let you go and she is always right"

"Don't do that again. Ever. You scared me to death"

"I think we could be great together"

"You came" "I couldn't miss this *event*, it's important for you"

"I miss you. I miss you so bad. The house feels lonely"

"He loves you, you know?"

"You must be his/her favourite person in the world."

"Listen to me, I'm here now. I won't leave. There is no need to be scared. I'm with you."

"Have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but like... A lot" "Yes. I do"

"You are making me nervous" "Am I?"

"How do you know if you are in love with someone?"

"I heard you weren't feeling right, so I bring sweets"

"It's easy, come here and kiss me"

"Why are you doing this for me?"

"I have been hurt before"

"Who made you believe that? I don't hate you"

"Let me help you with that" "No" "Yes"

"I'm here for you, and I will always be" "Why?" "I love you"

"He is my little brother and lives with me. He is also a big fan of yours"

"That you don't the same music as me doesn't mean it's bad music" "Okay, don't be angry and give me a kiss"

"Just ask me, I have been waiting to say yes for a long time"

"If you come with me tonight I won't be able to go back to what we used to be"

"It's okay" "It's not, I made you cry"

What is happening?. (check the link for visual inspo)

A. Shyly holding their hand at social gatherings.

B. A note was left in the kitchen.

C. Needing comfort and a quiet moment.

D. Everyone knows you are in love.

d. Another version of D

E. Late nights conversations.

F. Doing crazy stuff only because he is your person.

f. Another version of F.

G. When he realizes you are the one.

H. He is driving you somewhere important and he grabs your hand.

I. That look before breaking down due to the tension.

J. Moving his hands over your body when he is too shy to touch you.

K. You have an impromptu date late afternoon date.

L. Slowly climbing onto his lap before kissing him.

M. Sliding your hand in his and holding it tight when he is nervous.

N. Making you sit on his lap when your ex is watching (but it's all cute)

O. Accidently falling asleep together.

P. You cross the room and kiss him when you don't know what else to say.

Q. He is not good at taking hints.

R. A friend exposes you in their stories, that's how realize how obvious it is.

S. He is better with kids than you.

T. Your best friend texts you.

U. He has a great relationship with your special person.

V. A not-so-drunk test by him.

X. He is great with kids. Not only better than you, great.

Y. You are having a rough time so he takes you to a rage room.

Z. Send me some inspo. (not spicy)

SEND YOUR REQUEST.

[boysplanetrecaps]

Build Up Episode 6 Recap Part 3: Team Mismatch v. Team Maknae

Welcome back to the recap series that follows ALL the rabbit holes: BPR Unnie recaps MNET’s Build Up! In the previous post, we saw a team with not great teamwork lose to a team that had not great rhythm. In tonight’s scintillating tale, we’re going to see a team of maknae (youngest members of the show) take on a team that includes people of all different ages. We’re going to lose one of the teams, and it’s going to be sad no matter what, so… let’s face the music. 

Dahee calls the next two teams up on stage. It’s Team Mismatch versus Team Maknae. (These are my names for the teams, but you have to admit, they’re good names.)

Team Mismatch:

Left to right: Geonu, Seohyung, Soomin

In the previous round, Geonu and Soomin performed Don’t Forget and came in 7th place; new recruit Kim Seohyung performed I Don’t Love You with Hong Seongjun of BDC, and lost to Geonu and Soomin. Hong Seongjun was eliminated, unfortunately. 

You might remember Geonu as the one who used to have light pink hair. He’s on Just B with Bain. You might remember Chicago’s own Soomin as the one who sang “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” in the vocal check in. And you might remember Kim Seohyung as just being a kind of lovable weirdo with a surprisingly deep voice and a sort of stiff, formal manner despite his relatively young age.

Left to right: Yeonwoo, Yunseo, Joohee

In the previous round, Ji Yeonwoo and Jeong Yunseo performed The Little Prince and came in 8th place; new recruit Park Joohee performed performed The Moon with Kwon Euibin, and lost. Euibin was eliminated, unfortunately. 

You may remember Yeonwoo as the one who forgot the words to a Mamamoo song in front of Solar even though he’s from her agency. He certainly remembers, I’m sure. You may remember Joohee as the one who cried at the end of his song in the 2x2 mission and couldn’t sing. Meanwhile, Driver Yunseo is the hero of the maknae team, determined and confident no matter what. 

Seeing the two teams onstage, the guys in the green room say the two teams look like villains and “a traffic light.” The judges think that Joohee looks like he’s wearing his dad’s clothes -- I think it’s his loose white pants that give that impression. He also looks terrified.

Team Maknae introduces themselves as “The Youngest Musicians” and do some anime poses. It’s cyooo! 

Soomin from the other team immediately pipes up to point out that he’s the same age as the guys in Team Maknae. 

The judges ask Joohee how he’s doing, and he says he has decided to be cooler this time. Well, I hope so. 

Then Team Mismatch introduces themselves as “Taco Trio”  because they ate Mexican food whenever they practiced and each had different favorite dishes -- tacos, quesadillas, and burritos. “Just like we like various dishes,” Seohyung says, “we want to show our diverse charms on stage.”

Dahee encourages the teams to smack talk, and they do, and it’s whatever.

We head into the flashback, picking up with the moment when Yunseo and Yeonwoo recruited Joohee. Joohee was really happy to be on a team with his fellow maknae (youngest) and is looking for a song that will go with their image. 

They’ve decided on Nakka by Akmu.  

If you don’t know Akmu, they’re a brother-sister duo with undeniable talent signed to YG. They’re not really idols; brother Chankhyuk writes their songs and sings on them, and sister Suhyun might have the single most beautiful voice in all of pop, both kpop and western pop. They’re super popular in Korea, and are called things like “The Nation’s Siblings.” They’re also my fella’s favorite Korean-based musical act by a wide margin. He full on just listens to Akmu. 

If you want to get to know them a bit, you can check out Suhyun’s solo song Alien, which is probably her most “idol”-like moment. I already mentioned her performance in Hopeless Romantic in the previous post. And then from Akmu themselves there’s always Dinosaur. 

Anyway, I actually hadn’t heard Nakka before but it’s great. A collab with IU? Of course I’m on board. It seems to be about taking a leap of faith when you’re in a good relationship….? I’ll let you be the judge. Joohee says that the song represents closing your eyes and sort of letting go and being courageous.

Driver Yunseo says that he thought the song might be a bit monotonous without some form of performance/dance, so they decide to add some movement. They want to provoke feelings, so they… wear sunglasses? Ok. 

They’re rehearsing in a room at Mystic Story, which is Jeong Yunseo’s agency. (Mystic Story is home to Lucy, a boy band, and Billlie, a girl group.) They talk a bit about how they have a chingoo on the opposing team. And again, the subtitles translate “chingoo” as friend, so in the subtitles they’re saying things like “We can’t lose to a friend!” But of course, as you know, chingoo *can* mean friend but it also can mean “someone the same age.” Ok, cool, we’re good.

They’re at some sort of interim evaluation and see their rivals, so they decide to visit them and see… I don’t know, what they’re up to?

Geonu is up to wearing that hat, so, that’s good. 

Driver Yunseo asks, “Is there anything you guys can do better than us?” And I mean, what did he think they’d say back to that? Geonu, reasonably, says, “What do YOU think? I mean, honestly, I do everything well.” It’s so odd -- did Yunseo think the other team would be like, “Actually, we’re bad singers, so you should win”? Soomin says, “In a way, everyone on our team has debuted. We’re pros, and you’re amateurs.” I don’t know if that’s entirely accurate, but I guess it’s true that Seohyung has performed on stage, and I guess Soomin put out a single or something, so, sure. Anyway this whole scene makes me really uncomfortable and I’m glad when it’s over!

It’s performance day. Team Maknae turns their backs to the judges then turns back around wearing sunglasses. 

This isn’t as random as it might seem; when Akmu performed this song live on Sketchbook, they wore sunglasses too. I think they’re trying to look

The performance begins. 

Full version without reactions.

My thoughts:

Aww, I really liked this. I think all three of them have great voices and they sound great together. 

Left to right: Yeowoo, Yunseo, Joohee

I think Yeonwoo might hold his eyes open like that to make them look bigger, but it just makes him look scared. I don’t think he actually was scared, though. He sounded great. 

It’s funny, I don’t have as much to say about this performance as I do about performances I like less. They all have similar voices; all three have good breath control, no nasality, and an lovely natural vocal color. When they did that bit where they sort of echoed each other back and forth, it almost sounded like the same person singing over and over. 

Joohee’s voice is my favorite of the three. It’s just the cleanest and prettiest, in my opinion. I think this is the best I’ve heard him sing this whole time. 

Yeonwoo might be the weakest of the three but that’s a compliment to them, not an insult to him. He seems slightly uncomfortable on higher notes -- it’s an issue with agility, I think. He can hit them straight on, but having to hit them suddenly on a run is harder for him. Still, he’s a great singer. 

Yunseo’s voice has the most texture, which adds a bit of interest to the trio. He also had that lovely long note with amazing dynamic control (ie, he controls his volume).

I loved the close harmony and almost-acappela moment toward the end. Nice work!

I’m not sure I *loved* the whole stylized, robotic movement thing they did, but it was cute and funny enough. They were doing a thing and it was a way to add interest without using up the breath they needed to sing. 

I do worry that maybe the song wasn’t the best choice, just because it didn’t have the emotional resonance or engagement that some of the other songs have had….? But maybe that will work in their favor, helping them stand out in a group of serious, ponderous songs. Regardless, I’m cheering for them to win. I enjoyed this a lot. 

In the MNET edit, the judges are laughing during their super serious “bada badas,” but then Joohee starts to sing and Eunkwang loses his SHIT.

Every time the guys do the badabums in their action poses, everyone laughs -- but when they actually sing, everyone is like, “but they can really sing!” 

We see Eunkwang the most, but it seems like everyone’s having a great time. 

Dahee loves it too!

The judges applaud without hesitation when the guys are done, and all theother  guys backstage cheer. 

Wendy tells Joohee that when he started to sing at the beginning, she thought they were just playing the pre-recorded song. Fair -- that kid obviously ate the CD for breakfast. Eunkwang adds to the praise, saying that Joohee was like an uncut gemstone that has now become polished. 

Eunkwang also praises the teamwork and staging, saying that it made everything fun and light. 

Guest Judge Guy -- whose name I never remember so I’ll just have to call him Guest Judge Guy and you’ll just have to make your peace with that -- says, “You were so charming that I thought, ‘I could even become a fan if it’s a team like this.’” Me too, GJG! Me too! 

That’s about all the feedback we hear, and then it’s time for Team Mismatch!

Everyone’s interested to see what the “bad guys” are going to do. 

The judges wonder about this combination -- Seohyung seems to be an odd choice to add to the duo of Soomin and Geonu. They had had to choose among Seohyung, Joohee, Gwangseok, and Woong, and I’m not sure if there’s anyone they’d prefer to that.. I think Soomin didn’t want to work with Joohee -- he seems to look down on the young trainees, kind of like, I don’t know, like he’s too good to work with them? I don’t mean to be so negative about Soomin but I’ve been open about how he rubs me the wrong way, so at least I’m not pretending I’m totally objective here.. I also think Soomin wouldn’t have wanted to work with Woong -- the two of them worked together on Ditto and I didn’t sense much camaraderie on the team. I think Gwangseok’s voice wouldn’t mesh well at all with Soomin and Geonu’s lighter tones. So it kind of had to be Seohyung. And a bass voice could add a lot of interest to any team, right?

The judges ask Seohyung how he feels about singing the song the team is going to sing, and he says cheerfully that he’s never sung in this genre before, but that since the song is called Joker, he’s going to be a Joker in this performance. Love that! Imagine, just saying to your teammates, “Ok, I haven’t done this genre before, but I’m ready to try.”  IMAGINE THAT!

We head into the flashback and see Geonu and Soomin entering the Small Room of Serious Decisions, muttering to themselves, “I hope he’s still there!” And quite to everyone’s surprise, they seem to be enthusiastically interested in Kim Seohyung.

I had assumed that they’d chosen via process of elimination -- that they didn’t want a trainee like Joohee, a low tier like Woong, or a strong, uncontrolled voice like Gwangseok’s. But nope, seems like they really wanted Seohyung, or at least are doing a good job of pretending that they did. Good for them either way. 

Seohyung is like, “I can’t believe the ‘Chicago baby’ wants me!” (He says “Chicago baby” in English -- pretty funny.) When he runs into them in the hall, Geonu says in Korean, “We chose you!” and Seohyung replies in good-sounding English, “Seriously?!?” 

We get a little flashback montage showing how high energy Geonu and Soomin are, and how calm and polite Seohyung is. I think my favorite is him bumping into a door and then saying thank you to it. Also we’re reminded that he likes to watch car documentaries. WHAT ARE CAR DOCUMENTARIES???

(The Korean letters phonetically spell out the English words “Welcome, my bro.” Also: s w e a t e r spotting)

The guys meet up to plan and rehearse, and Geonu and Soomin reveal that they already had a song in mind: Joker by Big Naughty. 

Ok, Big Naughty is the guy who sang Hopeless Romantic, which we’ve talked about a few times -- the song that guest starred the female half of Akmu (who sang Nakka). Big Naughty’s song Joker features Jamie, formerly known as Jimin Park, who you might know for being a host/personality on a lot of Korean shows, or for her song 3D Woman or maybe April Fools (two awesome songs). She finally got out of JYP’s basement and she’s out and about now!

Joker seems to be about that tension between wanting to have a sincere, genuine relationship with someone, where you let down your guard, and wanting to protect your heart and keep things light. It has a light, sort of jazzy sound that reminds me a lot of And July by Heize and Dean.

So yeah, Soomin and Geonu tell Seohyung about the song they’ve picked, and he says he’s never heard it. Of course he hasn’t. It’s not a car documentary. Geonu explains that he thinks this will help all of them by letting them show something new but also use their talents. 

Seohyung interviews, “I contemplated the situation momentarily. Truly, singing a ballad would be easier, but if I were to do so, how would improvement be possible?” See, that’s my guy. He tells the duo that he’s ready to try it -- “use me as a joker,” he says. Soomin challenges him to try smack talk, and he says, in English:  “....… Babies! …. We… we go to the next round!” That’s about all he can do, but it’s great.

Then they decide they have to make a handshake and help Seohyung develop a “vibe.” I think they’re having fun and getting to be friends. It’s cute. 

Cutting back to performance day, the judges are like, I can’t imagine Seohyung singing this song. I can’t either, but that’s mainly because Nakka by Akmu is so firmly stuck in my head that I can’t remember how any other songs go until/unless I listen to another one. 

The performance begins. 

Full version without reactions.

My thoughts:

Overall, really great, mainly because of Soomin and Seohyung.

I wish that Soomin had been entranced by Woong or Bain instead of Geonu, who I think has one of the weakest voices on the show. I really don’t want to feel that way, since Geonu and Bain are in the same group and I want that group to be successful, but I can’t help how I feel --  that Geonu is vastly outshined by nearly every other vocalist on this show. His voice is very nasal, he’s often a bit off key, his high notes are strained and shrill sounding, and he lacks breath support on longer notes. He also is awkward in his movements, the way he kind of jerks around as if he’s semi-dancing. 

Geonu’s deficiencies are highlighted by how lovely and sweet Soomin’s voice is. He also has a nice spoken tone that gives warmth to his rapping. I don’t have much to say about Soomin’s performance because it was just sort of universally good. 

Seohyung surprised me, and I bet he surprised the judges, with how well he did here.  I’m calling it now -- they’re going to do an instant replay of his little growl at the 1:35 mark. His high notes sounded supported, and his deep notes were really satisfying.

I’m a bit on the fence about the arrangement and staging.  I love the idea of giving Seohyung the majority of Jamie’s lines, and having him sing them down an octave, so you have a bass coming in instead of an alto. Fun idea. But it did mean that Seohyung hung back for the first third of a three minute performance. I guess we’ll see what the judges think of that. I also wish there’d been more harmonies -- there are only maybe 10-15 seconds total where they’re singing in 3-part harmony. I would have liked to hear more. 

If I had to guess, I would assume the judges will give this round to Soomin’s team, if for no other reason than I’ve noticed that Korean judges tend to just sort of prefer awarding wins to older people. It’s a weird sort of age discrimination, where they are indulgent to young people, but also habitually prefer older people. I’m not convinced that Soomin’s team actually did better, though. 

In a fight between Soomin and Joohee, I’d say it’s a dead heat. 

In a fight between Yunseo and Seohyung, also, a dead heat. 

In a fight between Yeonwoo and Geonu, I choose Yeonwoo, no question. 

Judging based on team synergy and harmonies, I’d choose the maknae’s team. 

So yeah, I’d give the win to the maknae, but I still think the judges are going to give it to Soomin’s team. Let’s see what happens…. 

In the MNET edit, naturally, we get a lot of reactions to Soomin’s first few notes. And of course, when Seohyung starts to sing, the judges are delighted too. 

Ah, I was wrong, there’s no instant replay of Seohyung’s growl, but we do see Wendy make this face:

.. and we do get an instant replay of his lines “... so let’s just play the game.” Checks out. 

After Geonu says “take a little nap,” he does this weird little dance and makes weird faces and it’s very like, IDK, your cousin dancing at a party when he’s high on shrooms and no one wants to tell him no music is playing. You know? Very that. 

Baekho’s face speaks for all of us, I think:

When they’re done, of course everyone applauds.

Everyone is happy for Seohyung for trying something new and basically nailing it. 

Best pals Jay and Wumuti do their best Seohyung deep-voice impression:

It’s obviously very affectionate.

Dahee asks the judges what they thought. Jaehwan says that he got on his feet almost immediately for this performance. He says to all three, “your free, sexy, and fatal charms mesmerized me today,” then calls out Soomin for his excellent intro notes.

VCG praises the group’s teamwork and harmony, and then reminds Seohyung that he (VCG) had told Seohyung to change not his voice, but his expression and manner. And Seohyung did really well at doing just that. Also, his bass voice added a lot to a team with a high tenor like Geonu. 

Guest Judge Guy praises Seohyung for tackling a new genre. Yeah!

Baekho tries his best to tell Geonu to stop dancing like a dorky weirdo. He says, “Geonu, I think you have everything you need -- but the image you’re trying to portray kind of ruined the performance in general.” We’re reminded that Geonu did the same kind of thing in the other two performances. Baekho says that if Geonu could just tone that down, he could win a lot of fans. Is anyone going to mention his pitchiness or nasality or lack of vocal agility….? Just me…? Ok…

So, it’s time to get both teams up on stage to find out their fate.

The judges vote. Wendy notes that she might feel different if she’d heard the song in the opposite order. Not fair, then. Maybe watch a playback of both or something. 

The results are revealed…

Red is Soomin’s team, and blue is Team Maknae. Only Eunkwang voted for Team Maknae, so Soomin’s team wins. 

Dahee asks the winners to say a few words, and Geonu basically says he feels bad about the fact that the losing team is being eliminated, but promises to keep up the good work. Driver Yunseo says they performed with no regrets and enjoyed working together, and hopes to meet everyone again in the future.

They walk off stage together, and it looks as if Yunseo and Yeonwoo are both comforting Joohee. Aww.  Backstage, they say they’re a little sad that it’s over, but they aren’t crying. I think they were pretty much expecting to lose. Aww. 

Well, I really want to see all of them again in the future, and I think we will. Yunseo is signed to Mystic Story and Yeonwoo is signed to RBW -- both good agencies. I don’t know where Joohee is signed, or if he’s signed at all. However, things often shuffle around after shows like this, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Kim Minseo from Bain’s team ends up debuting with some or all of Team Maknae here in the next year or two. Team Maknae, fighting!

Soomin’s team has a group hug backstage and vows to stick it out to the end. 

And that brings us to the end of the round, and the end of this post! Thanks as always for being a friend! I'll see you in the next one.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Part 2

"Wait right here. One sec." Evan sprints around to his side of the table again and grabs his placecard. He makes his way back to me as I sit down in my original seat.

"Oh, shit I didn't grab this" Evan picks up my original date's card and chucks it across the table. It lands face down somewhere near his old seat. "Eh, close enough." A couple of people shoot looks in his direction. I can't help but giggle and that makes him smile. Those damn dimples again. They're so deep I could fill them with water and go swimming.

"Hey, thanks for coming to my rescue" I say to him.

"I mean I haven't done anything much yet. If he comes in with a good story I would be more than happy to back off. But you're welcome."

I only smile at him. If he walks in, he better have an epic story for me to totally ignore Evan. I can't say that to him quite yet.

Evan speaks again "Wow, ya know, I'm usually super shy around women. I don't know what got into me" He laughs. He starts fiddling with the seam of his pants. Maybe his anxiety is kicking in now.

"Oh? What made you come over?" I realize I'm totally putting him on the spot and instantly feel bad. "Sorry. You don't have to answer that." I say.

He lets out a quick nervous laugh. "Uhh, no that's ok. I, uh, saw you sitting there and you looked like you were in distress, but I also noticed...how beautiful you were." He clears his throat. His eyes are shifty.

I laugh nervously and then our eyes meet and they stay locked for a few seconds.

We are interrupted by our waiter asking us what we would like for our meal. I order beef street tacos and Evan orders nachos.

"Want some wine?" Evan asks

"Yes , please. Something white. Red makes me sick"

"Oof, that's not good. Can I get a bottle of Chardonnay to split between us please?"

"Thanks" I say to him and the server.

"So, what's the story? What's up with douchebags standing you up and shit?"

"Well, I don't know him well or anything. So, cutting my losses isn't a big deal. In fact, I'm wondering if he even is who he says he is. It all seems rather strange. The last text I got was sort of a confirmation for tonight, but that was at 11 this morning. I tried googling him, but couldn't find much"

"Let's see here..." Evan has his phone out and he's scrolling through some pictures. "I met him once, not too long ago. He seemed like an alright guy. But, you just don't know people, really." He stops scrolling. He clicks on the picture and zooms in on a face. "Is this him?" He gently hands me his phone so I can get a good look. Evan's dimeanor and his voice are both soft. It strikes me how kind and helpful, even comforting he is.

I'm looking at a group picture of some people at an event. The picture isn't a close up, but even the grainy zoomed in face is recognizable. "Oh, I'll be damned. Yep, that's him" I hand him his phone back.

"Hey, at least we know he's real. Hope it makes the night a little bit less unsettling for you" he says softly.

"Well, can I be honest? You actually have made this night a hell of a lot less unsettling for me already." My eyes get soft as I smile at him. "Thank you for that"

"No problem" I can't describe the look on his face. Caring. Kind. More than that. Who is this guy?

I speak "So Evan, what's your story?"

"Well, I'm Evan peters. Been acting for a little over 20 years now."

"Oh, ok! Yes.." American Horror Story" I watched a few seasons then kind of stopped. But you were recently in a series playing Jeffrey Dahmer. Been meaning to watch it. I'm kind of a true crime follower" I laugh nervously. *Not in a weird way, if that's even possible" I close my eyes and put my head in my hand.

Evan laughs. "Gotcha. I won a Golden Globe for it, but man it took a toll on me"

"I can imagine. Having to put yourself in such a dark place for months. Sounds like you did a great job though if you won a Golden Globe! Congrats on that! I will have to watch it now"

His face lights up."Thanks! It did make it all worth it"

"Are you doing better now?" I ask

"Yea. Still have my moments, but much better. Been seeing a therapist."

"Yea, we all have our moments normally anyhow. No shame in getting some help. That's a big step." I smile encouragingly. He stares into my eyes.

"So how long have you lived in LA? I'm getting Midwest vibes from you" Evan says

"Oh really? What gave it away?"

"The accent. I'm from Missouri"

"Ah, ok then fellow midwesterner. I'm from Michigan. Got a job with an automotive company and they moved me out here about 3 months ago. Paid for it. Got me in a company owned house for my trial period. After that I pay rent, but it's discounted. Pretty good set up. I can't complain. I like the job too."

"Wow that's amazing..." His voice trails off as his eyes dart to something. I noticed it a split second before I hear a man's voice and woman's shrill laughter. My immediate thought is they are both drunk. Evan's face has gone from playful to pissed off.

"What?" I ask as I turn to look in the same direction as him.

"Well, there's your douchebag. Apparently with another woman."

Sure enough, there they are. Sloppily making their way to the seat. Douchebag sees his placecard on the floor and starts laughing hysterically. He sees me sitting there staring at him. And something like recognition hits him, but then he quickly pushes it aside.

"I take it he forgot who he invited where and what time" I say out loud.

I look at Evan. He looks pissed. But then he looks at me and his eyes soften. "Do you want me to back off so you can confront him. Or..." His voice trails off. He's holding his breath.

"Absolutely not. You're more of a man than he will ever be." I reply.

"Want to get out of here? Before they bring the food out?" Evan asks.

I nod my head "Yes, please."

[lilacnirnrootboy]

Day 1. 17/07/23

Feat picture of shredder my cabbage dog plush.

Yo first post of my self improvement I don’t know how to really write this but you only live once am i right . I’m deciding to share my journey on here cause why not I’m a very anti social person and who knows maybe sharing my journey with someone might help them . Also I don’t want to be one of those being who make self improvement an aesthetic that might work for some people but to me who has deleted all others forms of social media others then YouTube because I fell into the trap of if your not an TikTok aesthetic who has there life together and is making there passion there career then your nothing. Which is ducking stupid cause we all know most of it is fake and unreachable for a good majority of people. I just wanna learn to live my life for me and not the validation of other people. So here’s what I did today .

So I woke up before 11 today so good job me , I went on a walk around the block today which made me feel productive I also took out the trash that’s been piling for a couple of days so yay I always struggle taking out the trash . I also only had one coffee and 2 drinks of water so far yay . Cause usually I have 3 to 4 cups of cofeee a day and no water .later tonight I’m going to my boyfriends dads house to have a white people taco night so excited for that cause taco are very yummy but nervous to human interaction.

I’m proud of myself for being able to this today as all of this has been very difficult for me recently so go lilac yay.

[feelingravityspull]

Let’s take a walking tour through Babylon village, for no reason. Firstly, I love the name of course, though it might seem out of place among the Algonquian and English town-names surrounding it. Let’s go: here’s a charming old fashioned Chinese restaurant. My grandmother loved it for its retro appeal, but I haven’t been in well over a decade. Then the old movie theater, that big brick box. Once, middle school friends set off a stink bomb during a rowdy showing of some horror movie, and we ran out into the october night as if being hotly pursued. It closed some time ago, and a few years ago was renovated and reopened for stage plays and comedy shows.

Down our little strip (not pictured), restaurants, salons, cigar shop-with-wooden-indian; a high white church steeple lit up in the night; the white-people-not-half-bad taco place where we always went in the summer; another less impressive church, pictured (you saw our byzantine Catholic Church in the last post). It’s raining and my book is getting wet, hurry!

Finally out of town, past the old cemetery, which houses the oldest non-imported artifacts I’ve ever seen on Long Island, the unassuming headstones of young sisters, Esther and Phebe Dinge, who died in the mid 1600s. They’re the oldest in the cemetery, by 100 years or more, and I’d love to know how they ended up here. While the later white gravestones decay, theirs, in red limestone, are still clearly legible. I didn’t go tonight, but I transcribed the younger sister’s epitaph in my notes app some years ago:

Here Lyes y body of Phebe Dinge daughter of Mr Richard Dinge who died December ye 1st in ye 5th year of her age.

Took away in Youth and tender age: this Comly body ware: like flours or grass upon the earth; no more to Deewll the are.

[moonglittering]

virote’s a main character, main bitch, guy in charge with npc energy. an npc written by grand theft auto’s writers. he’s in his idle animation while you’re getting popcorn before continuing the game and these gems come out of his mouth:

‘ my ass taste like gourmet blueberry muffins and that’s why men can’t handle me. ’

‘ my therapist’s husband cheats on her a lot. rich white people have a lot of drama in their lives. ’

‘ you screaming on the beach tonight, too? word. ’

‘ overdosed on paw patrol vitamins last week because they taste like candy to me. ’

‘ george w. bush is the reason we’re all miserable. ’

‘ saw a dude get stabbed at a taco attack truck while i was taking my cat for a walk and not gonna lie that shit was kinda tight. ’

‘ i’m dating my best friend’s dad and the wedding is gonna be awkward because she hates it, but i got a cheese fondue fountain for the reception so i hope hearts will heal. ’

[theofficefantasyfootball]

WEEK 5 - Wrap Up

Crawl/Walk/Run/Win

It's one step at a time in fantasy football. You can't just start off a winner. Sometimes you have to learn to win, take babysteps. Well, unless you are Mitch White this year....then winning comes natural and is automatic. But for most of us - it takes a few weeks to get our confidence and know who to start and who to sit. In the end it's about maximizing the next 9 weeks to make it in the playoffs. Stay focused...lots on the line the next few weeks!

MOOSES ON THE LOOSES vs TuPADRE

I mean what the hell! Gully puts up his normal 125 points and the Moose says "that doesn't scare me I'll put up 145"! Insane. And we are not even a PPR league! I am not going to go down the list of people who scored for these two guys - you can go look for yourselves. It's very impressive. That's all - short and sweet - Moose actually had a chance tonight to steal high point away from Dana tonight with Olave but Olave Osucked.

HOWARD vs FUNK GUY

Nice try Rob. You thought you could swoop in and take down Dana to get over your little losing streak but it didn't happen. You have now dropped 3 in a row...it should be concerning for you. But, I know the excuse...it's October and in October I play like 30 shows with my polka band for Octoberfest's all over the world. Rob, it doesn't matter to any of us. A loss is a loss. Dana - great week from Lamar, Chase and Vikings D. Congrats and I see big things for you on the horizon! Stay strong! High Point winner ($20) - to be given in person cause no electronic footprint for the funk guy.

TREE HUGGERS vs MR AWESOME

Gabe said to Krippayne this week "Dude gotta go!" Actually, the truth is, Gabe just caught Scotty K on the right week. Metcalf with 3.5, Kinkaid with 3.4, Breece Hall with 3.7...you just can't win with those numbers. Meanwhile "Taco Boy" really didn't do much better but he did have a break out game from Drake London (26.40) and Bears Defense (18)...and that was enough! The more I see this GIF, I am thinking maybe Kamala is what we need. Just think of all the catch phrases we will have by 2028. Nice win Gabe!

LANAKILA vs BOOMER SOONER

91-81. How un-exciting is that. Also, done on Sunday. No fun at all. Not really sure what to say so just gonna end it. Cliff wins. Let's try and get into the 100s next week guys!

TRADE WITH ME vs KENNY AND THE JETS

Well, this one was not boring. Kyle vs Brett. Comes down to Monday night. Brett has Kamara and Grupe (Kicker) still to play and Kyle with Kareem Hunt. Kareem comes out with a quick TD and gives Kyle the lead...the Saints are trying to get the ball to Kamara but he doesn't seem to be doing much with it. Can Brett have a break out? Will Kyle continue a win streak under this new name? The answer is yes! Hunt with over 100 yards and a TD for 22 points was more than enough to take down Brett...who hasn't won since "the episode" in Europe. Congrats to Kyle!

WHAM BAM THANK YOU LAMB vs LONG LEFT BALLERS

Lucky is what I am this week. When your opponent (in my case Bebo Norman who is 0-4 going into this week) has a QB that puts up 43 by throwing 5 TDs in the early game on Sunday, you are probably going to lose. It is only luck that every other player Bebo had put up single digits. Going into Monday night - he had Kelce left who hasn't been that great this season - but in the first 1/2 he was Mahomes favorite receiver . In fact just to give me some insurance I put a $2 bet in that Kelce would score 4 TDs...you know just in case!

Thanks to Harrison Butker it looks like I might not lose to the guy who is winless. Praise!

CHEERLEADER OF THE WEEK

This one said underneath the photo Ronald Martinez. Pretty sure that was the photographer's name and not the cheerleaders, otherwise this trans surgery stuff is getting good!

[nathaliegsblog]

ON DA MAKING…

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I met you on a dating site called "Tinder". The only old fashion guy that I talked there, very traditional. No daddy jokes nor flirtation words. Very well mannered guy. Out of all 10,000 guys I matched. You are the only guy I was really curious about. The picture I was really into you was you are in a ski outfit. I sensed that you are adventurous and fun because I'm not. GREEN FLAG! ✅ We exchanged numbers. We talked the whole night about music that we listen to. We both love old songs. However, there's a people noisy in the background. You told me that you were living with bunch of dudes that's why it is very loud. I know after that night we stopped talking. Your name on my message was flooded by other messages on my phone. I thought you sensed I was really weird. The Friday of middle of the month of October, when my friends invited me to go on a Halloween maze. I told Pat "Nope I'm not going there without a Halloween boo". You know how I'm a scary cat, I'm scared of everything. I remember that sunny day in Oceanside beach, me and Pat was sitting on a rock. I contacted five guys, including you. The navy dude, the friend of my friend, the friend of that friend, another navy dude and YOU. I sent the message "do you have plans tonight?". AND YOU are the only one who said "YES". Our first meeting was not that magical like in the fairytale books. It was a crazy night. I cannot forgot the night we saw each other, me and Pat was lost in the parking lot. I called you on the phone to lead us to the right entrance LOL. On a crowded place, I saw you standing beside the entrance sign. I'm 5'4 ft tall on a crowd, you can't barely see me but I saw you, there's no slow motion shit thingy but all I can hear is your voice, on my phone, ON A FUCKING THOUSAND OF PEOPLE AROUND ME. Shit feels like in the movie! While walking towards you, dude I was shaking not because I was shy but I'm scared for the haunted maze. It was an awkward situation while were on the line for the first maze. I know you were out-of-the-place with us. You re the only white guy on a group of filos but you were there standing patiently waiting. You are so manly to be on the front of the filo mafias. The first maze was the ice breaker. The second maze, you were on front of me. A 6'2 ft tall on the front of a 5'4 ft tall (IMAGINE THAT!) I feel secured and safe defending those monsters in the maze LOL GREEN FLAG ✅ After you defending me with those creepy creature, I invited you to go on a bar with us, my friends. And you said YES! We danced the whole night. Your hands on my hips and kissed on the dance floor HA HA HA HA HA HA Went to Tacos El Gordo YUMMMMM Fav! After the party, i invited you to join with us for a lil escape out-of-the-town, a lil border of CA AZ. You said you're gonna check if you can make it.

AND YOU KISSED ME GOOD NIGHT.

that was the first time happened to my entire pathetic existence that someone would respect me on a first date. A gentleman who doesn’t want a naked me LOL

The next day of 01:11PM you said: "Hey good news I can go"

CHAPTER TWO: UNTITLED

Two hours driving out of the city of San Diego, the longest ride I've ever had with a man on a car. It seems like a lil road-trip. Semi escape from busy America's finest city. We always said that travel to escape life but so life doesn't escape you. But it feels like you are now my lil escape. On our second date, you join us with my friends for an adventure trip at Glamis Sand Dunes. We watched the sun goes down, had our first picture together. You’re not a fan of pictures but HA HA HA HA I got you. We just met but it feels safe when I'm with you, I don’t know it feels like we’ve known for so long. We had Mcdickies while on the road. I had my favorite, of course chicken nuggets with medium fries, sprite, ranch and honey mustard YUMMM. You said you're already had Taco Bell, you good to go. You're not a fan of taking pictures but we had the most beautiful pictures. We looked like a couple but this is just our second date. We hold are hands through out our drive and trip. We pulled up into the parking lot of that noodle house in the town of Brawley. We had our first real kiss. We kissed like it's the end of the world. Driving back to deygo was so fast, we didn't noticed it's already on my apartment. It was the best date so far.

and you kissed me GOOD NIGHT!