#and realistically i should just talk to her

[fleurrypoet]

also on the bobby being alive front. I have two things ive been thinking about

1, if his tube was punctured during the explosion, he would have been infected the same time as chimney. However, bobby never showed symptoms. He was able to perform surgery on hen. He was upright when chimney was literally on the brink of death.

So im suspicious.

My thought is maybe that the concentration of exposure or something was weaker because he was still getting fresh oxygen? who knows.

But also, i've been thinking about 8x11 "Holy mother of god and specifically

THIS LADY BOBBY SAVES FROM BEING BURIED ALIVE

And this is in tandem with bobby coming to the realization that his mother had to get out, that her staying in that house was bad for her. And she loved bobby, and didnt want to leave him behind, but she needed to get out for her too.

And that makes me think about the possibility of bobby retiring. He's wanted to retire before, and came back. And i think that bobby is somewhat afraid of leaving the 118 because he knows they count on him, but maybe bobby needs to realize that he can love them and still leave that house for himself. Like those things aren't mutually exclusive.

and so bobby dying/being buried alive/being experimented on/whatever happens could be the kick in the pants that he should have left a long time ago. So we get bobby retirement. bobby taking a step back.

PLUS CAP DRACULA BACK FROM THE DEAD FROM THE HALLOWEEN EPISODE

okay thats my delusion im choosing to live in

TRUST ME IM VERY DELUSIONAL ATM

I refuse to believe he's dead

Yeh the whole how he got infected is so stupid because hen should also be infected and bobby should of progressed into the stages the same time chimney did not to mention even if he got infected later that couldn't have been his death we saw because he never reached the point of being as sick as chimney so TIM MINEAR IF WE ARE TALKING ABOUT REALISM HERE NOT VERY REALISTIC

I have seen the theories about him retiring and stuff and right now I'm literally just like as long as bobby is alive and still present in their lives someway ill be happy

[chaoticdreamersthings]

Summervibes

WARNING explicit RPF CONTENT! Read at your own risk, mdni

Pairing: Joost x reader

description: You and Joost meet at the festival and decide to spend the evening and the night together.

warning: smut, 18+, unprotected piv, fingering

Word count: 6,5 k

author's note: my baby is yours... english is not my first language so i apologize if there are any grammatical errors.

You sit on the grass dry from the burning sun, with three of your friends. The music in the background is tempting you to rejoin the crowd in front of the stage, but you need a break after the last concert. The heat is suffocating, and realistically, you should probably be hydrating with water instead of sipping beer - but who cares? You’re at a festival.

“We are going to be so hungover tomorrow” you say, finishing the beer and lazily crushing the plastic cup between your hands. “Not saying that it wasn’t worth it, though” 

You’ve always loved the festival season for the beautiful chaos it brings. Dancing barefoot, drinking until sunset changes into night, and forming instant bonds with strangers who feel like lifelong friends. it was a chance to release all the anxiety and just be happy, without all the worries connected to work and day-to-day life. For once you can just be messy and happy. 

“So, what is the next concert on our schedule?” Your friend asks, wiping away the sweat from her forehead. 

You take a look on a schedule you created months ago on your phone to know which stage you should go to. 

“It’s Yeat” you say, frowning as you squint at your phone screen. “Do we even listen to Yeat?” You shake your head. You can’t remember even one song of his.

Your friends laugh.

“No, but isn’t it the point of a festival? Getting to know new artists?” One of them says.

“You’re right” you reply with a smirk. „we can go, but I think we have to make a stop for water on our way. This heat is killing me.” 

“I think you meant beer.” She corrects.

And they are right - the line for water is so long that you decide to just go with another beer. Hydration can wait.

Even though the stages aren’t far from each other, the heat outside makes anything feel much more exhausting, and a short walk feels like it takes forever. You know you should be drinking water instead of beer, but the vibe of being just a little drunk at the festival is not incomparable. 

When you finally reach the stage, it is finally getting dark and a little colder, which was very needed after the heat of the day. You’re pretty sure your forehead is already sunburned - you can feel it every time you touch it - but that’s a problem for tomorrow. For now, the alcohol is your painkiller.

You glance around the crowd and can’t help but notice - most of them are young men. Everywhere you look it’s tank tops and backward caps. 

“This is better than Tinder” you joke, raising your eyebrows at your friends. It might just be the alcohol talking, but you’re more than open to the idea of a little festival romance. You’ve never done that before, and something about this chaotic day makes it feel like a perfect time.

As the concert starts you come to the realization that maybe being in a group of men wasn’t the ideal setup. The number of shirtless sweaty boys is a little overwhelming, and the empty cups after beer are constantly being thrown in the air. 

Then, without warning, you’re dragged into a mosh pit.

To your surprise - you are actually enjoying it. Jumping around, bumping into people, screaming random words, even though you don’t even know the song, but it doesn’t matter. Your mind is blissfully blank, letting the music carry you wherever it wants.

Until someone crashes into you hard.

It’s a heavy hit from someone who is definitely taller. No one notices. The crowd keeps dancing, shouting. Panic tightens your chest. Your heart is pounding with sudden fear that someone’s going to crush your hand or step on your ribs. Before you can figure out how to get up, you notice someone reaching out a hand to you.

You look up and notice a guy shouting something, but you can’t hear him. You grab his hand and let him pull you to his feet. He leans in, trying to say something again:

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you” he says, a little breathless.

You shake your head, laughing softly as you brush the sand and dirt from your skirt. “Don’t worry about it.” You say.

You glance up at him, and notice he is actually… kind of cute. Blonde hair, bleached and a little messy, an honest smile. And those eyes - crystal blue, like a clear sky on a summer day. There’s something familiar about him, like you’ve seen his face before. He’s tall - no wonder he managed to completely knock you over. 

He’s still standing there, his eyes locked on you. Maybe he’s just checking to make sure you’re okay. Or maybe he’s looking for a reason to stay. 

Your brain searches for something - anything - to say. Something to keep this moment from drifting away. 

“You will buy me a beer and we’ll be even” you say, your lips curling into a smile.

He returns the smile - he definitely likes the idea. You can see it in his eyes. He’d knock you over again if it meant getting to buy you that beer.

“All right, we have a deal then! But let’s stay here until the end of this set? As you could see, I was really enjoying myself. Maybe a little too much” he adds with a chuckle.

You nod in agreement, but your thoughts are drifting almost immediately. You spend the rest of the concert trying to focus on the music and the artist on the stage, but your attention keeps sliding toward the boy next to you. He seems so effortlessly cool, and you want to watch him vibing to the music, swaying gently. There’s something magnetic about him. You want to watch him but you don’t want to seem like a creep, so you dance a little, trying to look as casual as possible, even though your thoughts are far from calm.

But he wants to keep his promise - you can see it. He could easily disappear in the crowd, dive back into the mosh pit, But he doesn’t. He lingers by your side, like he’s afraid if he lets you out of sight now, the moment might slip away for good.

“So… i didn’t catch your name” he says, just as the music dies down.

“Y/N” you answer, glancing up at him  “And you are…?” 

He is so tall he has to lean down to speak into your ear.

“Joost. So, want to go get that beer?” 

“Yeah um… just let me find my friends first. Are you alone here?” 

Your eyes scan the crowd. In the low light, it’s impossible to tell one person from another. You already know it’s going to be nearly impossible to find them now, but you try anyway -half hoping they’re nearby, half hoping they’re not. 

“Yeah. I usually go to concerts alone,” he says with a shrug. „There’s always a good chance I’ll meet someone new. Like you.” 

You keep looking around - your friends couldn’t find a worse moment to vanish. You give it a minute or two, then reach for your phone. The signal is almost nonexistent, but you send a message anyway.

“We can catch them later - unless you’re afraid of hanging out with just me.” He says, looking around.

You feel his hand gently press against your back. It’s barely a touch, but it shoots a chill through your spine. 

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol rushing through your veins, or the fact that it’s been ages since someone new made you feel this kind of way. Or maybe it’s just the magic of the festival: the lights, the music, the breeze of the night. There’s something about this guy you’re drawn to. His presence is exciting, yet somehow comforting all at once. You could follow him through a crowd of strangers and somehow still feel grounded.

You send off a quick message to your friends to check where they went and the reply makes you smile - “Go enjoy your moment with the tall, hot guy! We’ll catch you later… or tomorrow!”. It’s exactly the push you didn’t know you needed, and now you feel more than encouraged to see where this goes. You already know tomorrow they’ll be dying to hear every detail.

You join Joost in the line for a beer. 

“So, any particular shows you want to see?” he says, leaning slightly toward you.

“Mmm… i want to see Lady Gaga, but there’s still some time left, so we can go anywhere” 

It’s not exactly the truth. You had a whole schedule planned, but none of that matters anymore, as you prefer to spend more time with him. 

You take your beers and, not long after, you find yourselves at one of the DJ sets of the night. With the next beer you feel the alcohol buzzing more deeply through your system. You exchange a few playful sentences, and then - without a word - he takes your hand and you start dancing together. He makes you feel completely at ease. That wide grin on your face is not leaving, even for a second. 

“You’re a good dancer” you shout to him, but you’re pretty sure he doesn’t catch a single word.

He steps in closer, the kind of closeness that feels intentional - too close for just conversation. His fingers wrap gently around your waist, and he leans in until his lips are almost brushing your ear. 

“Sorry, what? I didn’t hear you.” 

You don’t know if he really missed what you said, or if he’s just using the noise as an excuse. Either way, you’re not complaining. 

He’s dangerously close now, you feel his breath against your skin, it tickles your cheek. The scent of cigarettes mixed with something clean and alluring - probably cologne - wraps around you. It’s intoxicating in the best possible way. Your fingers drift to the back of his neck, and bring him just a bit closer, closing the last bit of space and whisper into his ear:

“You’re a good dancer.”

He pulls back just enough to catch your eyes, before leaning in again, close enough that you can feel his warm breath.

"Of course. I’m a musician” he says, his voice low and confident. 

“Oh, really?” You say, intrigued. "You’ll have to play me some of your music.” 

He looks at you for a moment longer, and his other hand slides gently to your hip, drawing you even closer. For a moment everything spins - the music, the lights, the crowd. Your heart pounds against your ribs at the warmth of his body close to yours.

“I can show you later.” He says, his gaze is fixed on your face, drifting from your eyes to your lips. You nod silently. 

The meaning is clear - you are not just agreeing to hear a song.

A smile spreads across his face, as he takes in your reply. Your silent answer has been received loud and clear - and the energy between you shifts, charged with unspoken possibilities. Whatever the night brings, you’re ready for it.

You continue dancing together like the music was written just for this moment, and he keeps getting closer, his movements growing bolder with every beat. The music in your ears is deafening, the crowd around you seems to disappear, when his hand finds the curve of your lower back pulling you into him. 

The beat drops and everyone around you is having the time of their lives - but your world is narrowed to the space between your lips and his. You can feel his breath against your mouth. You lick your lips, the anticipation is almost too much to bear. You barely notice the fireworks on stage, or the artist screaming into the mic. All that matters is when his lips finally meet yours, right there in the middle of the crowd. He kisses you with urgency - like he’s been waiting all night. One hand slides to your cheek, then up into your hair. The other one is still on your lower back. Your hands wrap around his back as you part your lips, letting his tongue meet yours.

He’d probably want more - somewhere quieter. But right now, this moment is everything. The fireworks over your heads, the crowd, the music - this is the kind of scene you only see in the romantic movies. This is more than enough.

At least for now.

He deepens the kiss and you feel his hand slide down to your ass and giving it a small squeeze. When the two of you finally part, it’s only to meet each other’s eyes. You’re both breathless and smiling. You chuckle, biting your lip, a little overwhelmed by what just happened, but he doesn’t say anything. His hand remains on your face, his thumb brushing slowly your cheekbone in a gentle gesture.

“What a great kisser you are. Wish I could do a lot more than just that” he finally says.

„Then do it.” 

“I will. If you let me” he grins. 

You smile, fingers brushing as you take his hand. You have to move to another stage, but you feel so torn between enjoying the concerts you came to see and just spending time goofing around, flirting and kissing with him. You can’t miss Lady Gaga, but after that kiss the idea of waiting for the next step feels almost unbearable. You want more - and you feel it in every inch of your body.

Just walking from stage to stage becomes a challenge. You pause every few minutes to steal another kiss or to share a spontaneous laugh. It feels as you’ve known each other for years, but in the back of your mind you know that tomorrow - when the alcohol was worn off and reality settles back in - you’ll return to your usual, more reserved self. 

As you make your way from one stage to the next, you pass a cotton candy stand, and the scent of sugar hits you with a rush of nostalgia, you haven’t had cotton candy since you were a kid. You decide to share one. The sweetness of the sugar only adds to already intoxicating atmosphere, the kisses are becoming even more delicious. You laugh when some of the cotton candy sticks to your nose, and he’s quick to lean in and kiss it off. 

You make it to the crowd for the Lady Gaga concert right before it starts. Through the show, he never let’s you forget he’s there - his arms occasionally wrap around you from behind, or he leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. He sings along with you to some of the choruses, and even though you are a little upset that you didn’t get to experience it with your friends, you are more than happy to have him by your side. 

The concert is a spectacular show - lights, choreography, incredible vocals. The two of you chat about it on your way to the taxi area, sharing your favorite moments and talking about what you want to see in the next days of the festival. Before you reach the parking lot, you stop for one last beer, which you drink almost all at once. You’ve probably had more beer today than in the whole past year. At this point, it feels like beer might actually be flowing through your veins.

When you get to the taxi area, there’s no need for discussion. The decision has already been made in the subtle way that the night unfolded. You just end up in a backseat of one of the cars, side by side.

The car starts, and you lean back against the seat, your head sinking into the headrest. The leather is cool against your skin, a nice contrast to the lingering warmth of the night. You turn a glance at Joost again. After an entire day spent in the sun and dirt, and after countless beers, he still looks ridiculously good.

“Tired?” He asked, with a lazy smile.

“A little.” You say, though it’s more than a little. You’re absolutely exhausted. Every inch of your body aches from the dancing, walking and from that damn sun. But none of this matters. Sleep can wait, but this moment can’t. What if you never see each other again? 

He rests his head beside yours.

“You know…” he says softly, his hand brushing along your thigh. „The traffic is insane. It’s going to take forever to get there.” 

“I know” you say, turning your head to look at him with a small pout. You wish you could be alone with this man, but the presence of the driver is impossible to ignore - especially with his occasional coughs from the front sit. 

You feel his lips almost brush your ear when he whispers: 

“I don’t want to wait…” 

A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers curl more firmly around your thigh. You shift just enough to meet your eyes. He’s so close, noses nearly touching, breath shared in the quiet car. Your heart begins to beat faster.

You’ve kissed him more times that you can count tonight, but this one feels different. - Maybe it’s the enclosed intimacy of the backseat, or maybe the quiet certainty that this is only the beginning.

His other hand finds the back of your neck, fingers touching your hair, and he pulls you toward him, and your lips meet again. He tastes like beer and cigarettes, but it doesn’t matter - you probably do too. What matters is the hunger in his kiss. Each one more desperate than the last, each time he presses closer, deepening it. It feels addictive.  

His hand tightens at the back of your neck, pulling you closer, like even skin to skin isn’t close enough. Like he’s not just kissing you - he’s claiming the moment and you with it.

You feel his hand moving up your thigh and a familiar sensation stirs in your stomach. You wanted it just as much as he did. And you definitely didn’t want to wait either. His lips trail toward your ear, and you almost close your eyes from how good it feels. You’d give him everything he asked for - everything - if you were somewhere else - but when his hand reaches for the button of your skirt, you shake your head, bringing yourself back to reality.

��Not here” you say, your voice low but firm. 

As your eyes flick to the rearview mirror, you meet the driver’s gaze. He looks away quickly, but your cheeks flush red - you’re almost certain he knows exactly what was about to happen. Maybe he’s seen it all before - drunken hookups, bold couples, wild nights - but still the idea of being the girl fucking in the car makes you feel deeply embarrassed. 

Joost pauses and presses a tender kiss to your temple. You can feel how much he wants more - how easily he’d ignore the driver if it was up to him - but he respects your boundaries. His hand shifts from the back of your neck to wrap warmly around your waist.

The traffic is unbearable, making you wish you could just get out and walk to the apartment. You told him to wait  but every inch of you aches for the same craving he has. And you aren’t sure how long you could hold back. 

You lift his hand to your lips and press a kiss to it, eyes closing. Your lips trace gently over the lines of his tattoos. God, what those fingers could do…

“Y/N” he says, nudging you slightly - pulling you from the mess of your thoughts.

“Hmm… sorry what?” You are a little embarrassed, that just thinking about his fingers got you completely lost in thoughts.

“Don’t fall asleep.” He says, a little concerned.

“I’m not.” You quickly reply.

And you aren’t - not even close. The car is barely moving and it’s getting harder to stay calm. You could already be at the apartment by now, your mouths meeting again, your hands exploring, making the most of the night instead of wasting time in the back of a slow cab.

"How much longer is this gonna take?” Joost asks. The impatience in his voice is obvious.

“Like… twenty, maybe thirty minutes” the driver replies.

You let out an annoyed groan and glance over at him. There’s no way you’re waiting that long. 

“is your apartment in the New York City or what?”

He laughs. 

“It’s way too far from the festival for what I paid for it.” 

You try to keep yourself composed, and not even look at him, afraid of falling for that flirtatious stare. But the second you feel his lips near your ear, you know you are done waiting. Home or not, you are going to let this guy touch you wherever he pleases. 

He whispers that he can’t wait to be alone with you, and you feel your breath speed up. You turn to him, your mouth finding his in another kiss - slow at first, then hungry. Your hands slide across his back as his fingers press into your hip, pulling toward him until the seat touches your body beneath his weight. 

He breaks the kiss only to brush your hair from your face, his eyes burning through the low light. Then he brings a finger to his lips, letting you know to be quiet. You bite your own lip in response as his hand trails up your thigh, heat blooming through your body. 

You know you shouldn’t let it happen - not here, with the driver so close. But after tonight, the idea of holding back feels impossible. And more than anything, you don’t want to say no.

And yet… you don’t care.

You don’t care if the driver hears it, or sees it. You don’t care if someone catches you - the desire for him is too strong. All logical thoughts disappear with his touch. With each soft stroke of his fingers on your skin, the hesitation falls away.

He’s so close now. Close enough to touch you in ways you’ve been imagining since the moment your eyes met.

You feel his hand sliding a little higher up your thigh again, his fingertips gently exploring the soft skin there.

“Can I?” He finally whispers, right into your mouth.

You nod, as your breath is becoming quicker. His touch finds you, soft and deliberate through the fabric of your panties. You’re suddenly grateful you chose a skirt instead of shorts - this would be a lot harder to manage in the backseat otherwise.

He presses his fingers your crotch, and a soft sigh escapes your lips before you can stop it. You don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to control yourself if he keeps going. 

As if he can hear your thoughts, he moves his hand to your mouth, gently placing his fingers there. He shakes his head slightly, silently telling you to keep quiet. 

And though you’re almost certain he’d love to hear every sound he pulls from you, that part of the night can wait - just a little longer.

His fingers trace slow, deliberate lines over the fabric of your panties, and you try to control your breathing as each movement is stoking the fire already burning in you. Oh, he will be the death of you. He smiles, looking at you - he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. Your pupils go wider and wider with the lust for him growing stronger with each touch. 

You take a glance at the driver to check if he’s aware of what’s happening in the back of his car. You’re sure he’s seen worse, but you are still not convinced that being fucked in front of a stranger is the kind of memory you want - especially once the beer wears off.

“He can’t see that…” Joost whispers right into your ear. „And even if he can, so what? Just enjoy the ride, baby.”

You look at him, the weight of his body is on you, you are completely at his mercy now. You feel him pulling your panties to the side, and you know you’re lost in the moment - you’re too drawn to him to say no. The sweet touch of his soft fingers, going up your slit, moving the soft fabric of the underwear to the side. You find yourself lost in the sensation, trying to stay grounded, not wanting to rush it, yet craving more with every passing second.

“Did the thought of being caught make you this wet?” He whispers softly, his breath brushing against your ear. The heat in your cheeks rises, and you can’t help but wonder if it’s the risk or just the connection between you that makes everything feel so intense. He collects the slick, and moves the fingers up, drawing small circles on your clit. You feel your pulse quicken, heart racing and you would have let out your first moan, if it weren’t for the hand over your mouth.

He pulls his face away a little to look at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he watches  your every reaction. He knows he can’t let you make a sound, he instead focuses on the way your eyes roll back, clouded with pleasure. Just as he’s about to slide a finger inside, the car makes a sharp turn and comes to a sudden stop in front of a white building.

“We’re here” you hear the driver’s voice, flat and emotionless. It’s hard to tell if he was aware of what was happening in the backseat - maybe he just assumed you were kissing. 

Joost pays the driver, and you quickly fix your hair before exiting the car. You feel the pulsing between your legs, but you do your best to remain composed, though it’s hard to hide your rapid breathing, and your flushed cheeks from mix of desire and embarrassment. You catch the driver’s gaze in the rearview mirror once more, and you are almost certain he knew. What happened in the backseat wasn’t exactly subtle, but somehow, it felt like he didn’t care.

You close the door behind you and let Joost guide you to the appartment. The sun is slowly rising, which means the ride must have taken longer than you’d expected, but you’re relieved to finally be at his place. 

Well, almost at his place. Before you get there, you feel him press you against the wall. He couldn’t wait for it either. 

“Where did I stop, hm?” His tone his playful and low, as he places one hand above your head and the other between your legs. „Oh right.” 

You feel him play with your panties a little bit, before he slides one finger inside you, and moves it inside and out, first slowly, then speeding up a little.

“Joost…” you breath out, feeling the pleasure building up in your lower belly. It feels like everything fades away, leaving only the intensity of his gaze and the rhythm of his fingers moving in and out of you. You moan his name, as he adds another finger,.but before you can let yourself adjust to his pace, he pulls them out and looks straight in your eyes, as he licks them, closing his eyes as if it was the sweetest thing.

You clench around nothing, and feel your knees weak from desire. He finally takes out the keys to the apartment. You hold on to the wall behind you, rubbing your legs together to feel some friction as his fingers disappeared at the worst possible time. Your heartbeat thunders in your chest, louder than the sound of the key turning in the lock.

He opens the door and steps aside, but you don’t need an invitation. As soon as the door closes, there’s no coming back. The moment you’re inside you’re on him, pulling him into a desperate kiss. You pull his shirt up, and help him take it off. 

“Come on.” You say, your voice low and eager.  “Take me to bed.”

He smiles, pleased at how horny he’s made you.

“Your wish is my command.” He says with a smirk, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He sits on the bed, pulling you gently onto his lap. His hand reaches under your skirt, pulling the delicate material of the panties down. He has no intention of wasting any more time either. The tension between you is building with every touch. 

“Let’s get rid of those.” He murmurs. 

The panties land on the floor, and he lifts your skirt higher to have better access to your crotch. His fingers go back to their place, and you allow yourself to open your legs a little more, making him give you a bold smile - oh he’s so proud of how needy he made you. The sensation of his fingers thrusting inside you sends you into madness, your breath is quickening with the realization that you are getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

You lick your lips as he gently guides you to sit on top of him, your legs fall to either side of his, your body hovering over his, his face inches away from yours. His fingers move quickly in and out of you. Every thrust is sending jolts of electricity through you. Your head involuntarily tilts back in pleasure, giving him more access to your neck. He licks a long stripe from your collarbone to your chin. 

You moan loudly as he adds another finger, stretching you out, and making you arch, trying to maximize the pleasure. He’s hitting all the right spots, making your body feel like it’s on fire. Just when you think it can’t get any better, his thumb goes to your clit, sending another shiver down your spine. You feel the orgasm coming, and he reaches out to grip your arm, helping you stay steady. You’re losing your mind, completely surrendering to him as he drives you to the edge. Your body is shaking with pleasure, your mind is completely empty, there’s only this intense wave of fulfillment while his strong hand holds  you in place. He lets you ride your high and you lose count of how many times you cry out his name, your fingers digging into his arm with each movement of his fingers.

“Oh God…” you moan, your hands balling into fists as you struggle to come back to your senses.

“You think I’m done with you?” He whispers, his lips brushing your ear. The confidence in his voice is unmistakeable - this man knows what he’s doing.

You know it - he’s far from done. And you are more than ready for more.

He takes off your t-shirt, and your bra effortlessly, his lips never leaving yours. Your fingers trace the lines of his tattoos. He’s even more stunning than you had imagined, just the sight of him leaves you breathless.

He shifts your position, your back now pressed against the mattress, as he leans over you, one hand resting on your inner thigh. You reach up to gently cup his cheek. The heat between you is undeniable, but in that moment, you take a pause to admire him. His light blue eyes lock with yours, burning with intensity, his cheeks flush red, his hair is messy and you realize with a hint of amusement that you’ve been pulling on them when you were riding your high. Everything about him seems to be just perfect.

You’ve only just met, yet everything between you feels like it has been unfolding for years, like you’re not strangers but two lovers who’ve known each other’s bodies perfectly. As he leans in, his lips are hovering just above yours, he kisses you slow and deep, adding to the electric connection between the two of you. 

He positions himself between your legs. He unbuckles his belt and takes of his pants, never taking his eyes off your face. He slides down his boxers in a swift motion. You can’t help but admire how stunning he looks in the soft glow of the sunlight. He slides your skirt down your legs and admires how good you look at his bed, completely naked and ready for him. Your eyes are fixed on his bdy, your hair spread across the pillow, with soft rays of sunlight filtering through the blinds, softly illuminating your body. He thinks you look absolutely stunning, and he wants nothing more than to be inside you, kiss you, and hold you - even if it’s just this one night, though he would gladly do it every night if he could. The sight before him is captivating - your beautiful body, fully exposed for him. He wishes he could hold on to this moment forever.

You feel him slowly sliding inside of you, as you close your eyes and breathe out. He is is big and you need a moment to adjust to his size. He knows it, and he is as gentle as possible despite the great desire you feel for each other. You lift up your hips a little to help him reach deeper. His hands rest on your hips as you feel him fill you deeper and deeper with every move.

You feel his grip on your hips tighten, as he speeds up the pace. He gently lifts your leg, placing it on his shoulder, and presses a soft kiss to your calf. You can’t keep your eyes off him, mesmerized with the way he looks, the way his muscles flex, the way the drops of sweat are shining on his forehead, the way he exhales slowly, eyes closing as he loses himself in the moment.

You take one of his hands from your hip and place it on one of your tits, and he starts circling his thumb against your nipple, and then pulling and twisting it, making you lick and bite your lips completely lost in the moment. You close your eyes again, and feel his hand moving from your tits to your neck and giving it a squeeze.

“Hey. Look at me.” He says. He wants you to remember - remember that it’s HIM doing all that to you.

You slowly open your eyes again and look at him, as he is thrusting deep inside of you, reaching the depths you didn’t even know existed. His other hand moves from your calf to your clit, but before he even starts drawing circles again, he says:

„Wait… Turn around.” 

He helps you to flip over. You arch your back exposing your entrance for him again and he slides in once again and returns to previous pace. The sound of skin hitting is filling out the room now, as he takes a firm grip on your hips. You bury your face in the pillow, arching your back as much as possible to let him reach the deepest parts of you. Your face doesn’t stay on the pillow for too long, as you feel him taking a handful of your hair and pull it back, forcing you to get on all fours. You feel him pick up the pace, tugging your hair, making you moan again and again and repeating his name, while single teardrops run down your cheeks. You enjoyed it to no end, and the grip he had on your hair is just a sign of how much he is enjoying himself.

You feel his hand reaching to your clit again, tapping his finger on it, and then absolutely abusing your sweet spot, not wasting time for gentle touches and calm movements. It makes your legs shake, your moans getting louder, you completely lose the control of the sounds coming from your mouth. He loves to hear it. Its’s all him - he makes you lose your mind, he makes you scream and squirm below him. Your desperate screams while you’re having the most intense orgasm you could imagine fill out the room. Your face hits the pillow again, as you close your eyes enjoying the high that he brought you to. 

Your moans and cries only drive him to the edge, he is now pounding into you, throwing his head back, his hands back on your hips. If you looked at him, you’d see the veins in his neck popping out, his mouth open, and quiet „Fucks” coming out of his mouth. 

He finishes deep inside of you while holding your hips so tightly you’re sure his hands will leave bruises. But you don’t mind, he drove you to the edge, he made you scream louder than ever, and you are sure that the first thing you will do after waking up, will be to repeat this. There was something mesmerizing about the way you communicated without words, how effortlessly your bodies seemed to align.

He lies down right next to you, his chest rising and falling with the heavy breaths he takes,. He’s wiping the sweat from his forehead. You want to say something, but you’re still trying to catch your breath, so you need a minute to come back to your senses. 

“That was…” you try to find the right words, but the only thing you can do is shake your head, overwhelmed of what just happened. Nothing you could say would ever explain the way he completely surpassed everything you had imagine.

“Yeah” he whispers, his voice barely a breath.

You feel the urge to wrap your hands around him, but the heat is suffocating, and the only thing you truly crave now is a cold glass of water.

“Tired?” He asks softly, his fingers searching for yours. He already knows the answer but he wants to hear it from you.

“Yeah. You had me out of breath” you laugh softly.

He stands up, and you can’t help but admire how incredible he looks: naked, his body covered in tattoos, the sunlight casting a soft glow on his skin. And that look of pride on his face. You wish you could look at him every day, especially when he’s like this.

He goes to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water, which you drink down quickly. He smiles, pulling you into his arms.

“Let’s get some sleep. You have to be ready for the next day of the festival.” 

“Are you going to spend it with me too?”  You ask, your voice hopeful.

"Of course. And the night after too. At least, I hope so.”

You can’t help but smile at his words. None of this unfolded how you expected. You thought it would just be a reckless one-night stand in the backseat, something you’d leave behind without looking back. But his arms felt so welcoming, his lips on your skin so comforting, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling asleep beside him and waking up to the smell of coffee he’d made. 

Festivals always made you wish time would stop - but this year you had a whole new reason for that wish.

[yuujispinkhair]

Do you think Sukuna would be attracted to you even if you were ugly? Ive noticed one of the conditions is that people have for writing sukuna x reader fixs is that they're always stunning, perfect, socially flawless and if they are messy its im a very socially acceptable way, and just always loved. It's just not realistic for me. Im autistic, not conventionally attractive, fat in all the wrong places, and have no ass (which ever character supposedly has for some reason) . I dont feel represented at all by any of the fics i read. Do you have any tips for how I you handle this? Or should i just suck it up and accept that even in fandom women have to be written perfect and cannot just be women withour beauty?

Im sorry if this is something relaly heavy to talk about, feel free to dismiss this if its the case. But also, thank you for your time friend! ❤️

Aaaaah don't worry, I know what you mean and I can relate. If Reader is super confident and pretty and practically a sex goddess, I can never see myself in her. I still enjoy all kinds of Readers, though, because it can be fun to imagine myself as someone else, who is super confident etc, but I can relate a lot more to the insecure and inexperienced Readers, so those will always have a special place in my heart 💗 There are definitely fics out there with that type of Reader, so please don't give up.

And as for your question, whether I think Sukuna would be attracted to someone who isn't hot or popular etc: YES 100%!!

I think that all the JJK characters I write for are people who don't care about looks or popularity. Yuuji liked Ozawa the most out of everyone in his class, because he liked all the small things she did, and Yuuji saw beauty in those, and it genuinely never occurred to him that someone would judge her for her weight or her looks. Megumi outright told Todo that he doesn't have a certain type when it comes to looks, but instead is attracted to people who have unwavering humanity. Sukuna is in canon, someone who is seen as a monster with his unusual power and his extra limbs and his disfigured face. I really don't think he would ever judge someone by their looks, when he himself was treated this way.

I also always imagine my versions of modern Sukuna to be the type of guy who goes for the outcasts, the girls who get called weird and ugly and never seem to fit in, because Sukuna also never fits in, no matter how popular he technically is in the current AU I am writing. (I know I started to write a more detailed post about this a while ago. If I can find it, I will publish it.)

I am sending you lots of love 💗 And please don't let yourself get discouraged. There are fics out there with insecure and unpopular Readers and all kinds of body types etc.

Also, maybe it will help you to create a selfship for you and Sukuna. That way it is really YOU and of course he loves you the way you are 💗 Be gentle with yourself and allow yourself to imagine this. Maybe write down how the two of you meet and some headcanons about what your life together looks like. Maybe make a playlist for the two of you or a moodboard.

Here is a song that I think fits perfectly for Sukuna and an insecure partner:

(I have it on my Sukuna x Winter playlist, too and it makes me super emotional. It's like I can hear him say to me "Don't talk shit about the girl I love", anytime I put myself down in front of him. I think that's so very him 💗) I hope it can give you comfort, too! Maybe it can be the first song on your selfship playlist with Kuna.

[sneeg-snag]

i’m gonna throw up

[starry-sophrosyne]

Is it maybe a little pretentious to have my persona be more.. god like? Perhaps- XD

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In one manner, Starry is a sovereign of the night sky, the stars at dusk. She watches over the world, spanning across several universes, and her domains resides above them all. She spends her time watching over the little people in their worlds, embarking on journeys, meeting strife, falling to love and loss. She does not instill fate, she simply watches, but she knows of what is to come. She does not exist to any of them, as a concept outside of their universe, the goddess of their gods. And yet?

In another manner, she is nothing. Nothing omnipotent or all-powerful about her, other than her regal/elegant looks. She is a big nerd at heart, kicking her feet and giggling at people's writings and aus. She may have curved horns and stars dotting midnight skin, but she is no more of a god than a human wearing a yellow poncho. She resides our with the community and has the niche ability to summon a blue martini glass that she can communicate through/physically embody if need be. Why? Comedic humor. XD /hj /silly

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Starry & Rosyne's designs :

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Clique's Angel au :

Starry's TTOS au :

Swizard's maidpocalypse "au" :

[flickeringflame216]

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[itscuntingseason]

after reading the wtk manga, kabahana was probably the couple that grew the most on me. there is genuine mutual love, respect and appreciation between them, but they slightly differ from the other couples in that their bond was mostly formed bc of volleyball, not bc of their otaku hobbies (although, kabakura's otaku side is ultimately what brought them together, even if he doesn't want to admit it).

sure, naoya isn't much of an otaku, but he and kou bonded over gaming. hirotaka isn't a fudanshi, but he and narumi never hide around each other and he's openminded enough that he likes anything. after rereading the manga about a thousand times, i realise my problem with them wasn't the bickering or their difference in hobbies, but that kabakura's insecurity kinda spreads towards koyanagi. he's SO insecure about his interests that he can't try out anything else and he cringes when koyanagi wants to cosplay, bc he finds himself cringy. i do think they get better later in the manga, but the way their first big conflict got resolved still pisses me off. i don't think it was entirely kabakura's fault, koyanagi could've brought up how she felt way earlier (and while she was sober), and i do believe that he loves her for who she is. but MAN he could've at least given a genuine 'i'm sorry' in that moment.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

How You Get The Girl

Contemporary romance

follows a basketball star who left the sport 8 years ago after an injury, who unexpectedly becomes the foster parents for her niece who she encourages to join the high school basketball team

and the team’s coach, who happens to have been a massive fan, and also needs a co-coach

they start to become friends, and when the latter reveals her insecurities about dating and relationships, the other offers to practice dating her so she can figure things out. but of course they start to fall for each other..

lesbian MC, questioning demisexual MC

[vee-lociraptor]

having irls you havent told about your issues with unreality is so fun bc you end up doing things like zoning out for the entirety of spiderman far from home because mysterio is Distressing and they didnt know to warn you

[widevibratobitch]

something about being told im 'the leading person at this whole academy when it comes to interpretation and stage intelligence' by the husband of the woman im trying (not really. but i mean. who knows) to seduce... ok boy you got me. lets make it a polycule.

[wonder-worker]

Margaret of Anjou’s visit to Coventry [in 1456], which was part of her dower and that of her son, Edward of Lancaster, was much more elaborate. It essentially reasserted Lancastrian power. The presence of Henry and the infant Edward was recognised in the pageantry. The ceremonial route between the Bablake gate and the commercial centre was short, skirting the area controlled by the cathedral priory, but it made up for its brevity with no fewer than fourteen pageants. Since Coventry had an established cycle of mystery plays, there were presumably enough local resources and experience to mount an impressive display; but one John Wetherby was summoned from Leicester to compose verses and stage the scenes. As at Margaret’s coronation the iconography was elaborate, though it built upon earlier developments.

Starting at Bablake gate, next to the Trinity Guild church of St. Michael, Bablake, the party was welcomed with a Tree of Jesse, set up on the gate itself, with the prophets Isaiah and Jeremiah explaining the symbolism. Outside St. Michael’s church the party was greeted by Edward the Confessor and St. John the Evangelist; and proceeding to Smithford Street, they found on the conduit the four Cardinal Virtues—Righteousness (Justice?), Prudence, Temperance, and Fortitude. In Cross Cheaping wine flowed freely, as in London, and angels stood on the cross, censing Margaret as she passed. Beyond the cross was pitched a series of pageants, each displaying one of the Nine Worthies, who offered to serve Margaret. Finally, the queen was shown a pageant of her patron saint, Margaret, slaying the dragon [which 'turned out to be strictly an intercessor on the queen's behalf', as Helen Maurer points out].

The meanings here are complex and have been variously interpreted. An initial reading of the programme found a message of messianic kingship: the Jesse tree equating royal genealogy with that of Christ had been used at the welcome for Henry VI on his return from Paris in 1432. A more recent, feminist view is that the symbolism is essentially Marian, and to be associated with Margaret both as queen and mother of the heir rather than Henry himself. The theme is shared sovereignty, with Margaret equal to her husband and son. Ideal kingship was symbolised by the presence of Edward the Confessor, but Margaret was the person to whom the speeches were specifically addressed and she, not Henry, was seen as the saviour of the house of Lancaster. This reading tips the balance too far the other way: the tableau of Edward the Confessor and St. John was a direct reference to the legend of the Ring and the Pilgrim, one of Henry III’s favourite stories, which was illustrated in Westminster Abbey, several of his houses, and in manuscript. It symbolised royal largesse, and its message at Coventry would certainly have encompassed the reigning king. Again, the presence of allegorical figures, first used for Henry, seems to acknowledge his presence. Yet, while the message of the Coventry pageants was directed at contemporary events it emphasised Margaret’s motherhood and duties as queen; and it was expressed as a traditional spiritual journey from the Old Testament, via the incarnation represented by the cross, to the final triumph over evil, with the help of the Virgin, allegory, and the Worthies. The only true thematic innovation was the commentary by the prophets.

[...] The messages of the pageants firmly reminded the royal women of their place as mothers and mediators, honoured but subordinate. Yet, if passive, these young women were not without significance. It is clear from the pageantry of 1392 and 1426 in London and 1456 in Coventry that when a crisis needed to be resolved, the queen (or regent’s wife) was accorded extra recognition. Her duty as mediator—or the good aspect of a misdirected man—suddenly became more than a pious wish. At Coventry, Margaret of Anjou was even presented as the rock upon which the monarchy rested. [However,] a crisis had to be sensed in order to provoke such emphasis [...].

— Nicola Coldstream, "Roles of Women in Late Medieval Civic Pageantry", Reassessing the Roles of Women as 'Makers' of Medieval Art and Culture

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Villain Mito...

[grymmdark]

meryl is the best character in stampede and if i ever see anyone talking shit on her i will kill them with my bare hands she is literally so important to me.

[yesyourstalker]

Makeup artist:.......... Are you nervous?

Baja: a little bit.... This isn't like in front of a studio audience right

Makeup artist: No sweetie, it's just a one-on-one interview.

Baja: that's good. Who are we interviewing?

Makeup artist: You're going to have to ask the show-runner, Mickey.

Mickey: let's go. Let's go. Let's go what takes so long putting powder on a face. He has perfect skin anyway. We had to get him to the dressing room. We start filming in a couple minutes

Makeup artist: I'm finished. Just need to map down some scales and he's...... All done. You're free to go sweetie

Baja: thank you

Mickey: So you must be then host of the show. Sorry I wasn't able to meet you sooner. I was on vacation. Oshi told me you're a really good candidate for this show. You seem to be competent you know your way around music....*sip* ..... Coffee?

Baja: I don't really drink that much coffee. I like tea though

Mickey: Green tea! *Snap*. .*snap*

Assistant: your green tea

Baja: thank you

Mickey: Well I know one thing for sure. She was right about the pretty face. Now as you get dressed head to the studio so we start filming promotional material Ramon should be there with you. After your interview which will count as the pilot

Tammy: Mickey listen I really think you should reconsider about not casting me for the show

Mickey: No....*sip*

Tammy: but I really think you should I mean I can at least be co-host. I'm great to be around! Tell him, baba

Baja: it's Baja

Mickey: No, we need to bring up the sea slug viewership

Tammy: I can be the second co-host

Mickey:....*sigh*...... Tammy listen to me. You didn't get the job all right. You just don't fit the criteria we need for this show and this channel. But hey you have other opportunities for other networks alright. You're pretty, you're bubbly and you have a nice rack. You can get a job anywhere with those qualities around here.... You're just not going to find it at this station

Tammy: but-

Mickey: goooooood byyyyyyyyyyyyyeeee Tammy!!

Security guard: Right this way ma'am

Tammy: Mickey!!! I'll have your fucking job!!

Mickey: we'll see you next week Tammy we're filming the season finale

Baja: she seemed pretty upset

Mickey: eh she'll get over it ... She's been in a couple of shows here and there on the network. She plays Kate the baby sitter on 'dock and dingy' ......*sip* ..... She'll be fine. Here Is your dressing room your clothes should be folded

Baja: alright... and I just head to set after

Mickey: yep your's and Ramon's chairs will be the brown arm chairs. The musician or celebrity will be sitting on the loveseat and will perform on the stage behind you

Baja: they're going to perform?

Mickey: yeah.. yeah they're starting their Solo career

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Ramon: hey... You look good. They spruced up your wardrobe too

Baja: yeah. I wonder if we're able to take this home with us

Ramon: probably. I think it'd be easier just to keep in our dressing rooms for now. Keep our work clothes separate from our regular clothes. Feels like bad energy to mix them together.

Baja: how so?

Ramon: I mean this nice brand name stuff fancy designs, colors and a hefty price on it. It's nice but it isn't really me. It's what the studio and the producers want me to be and I rather keep that at work when. I go home I wear my regular off-brand jeans, my 8-year-old sweater and a pair of kicks with a hole in it. That's me. That's who I am. A regular person, I'm not above anyone and I don't want to feel like I am. Get what I'm saying

Baja: yeah... I get it. You don't want the job to change you

Ramon: exactly

Mickey: All right! Hitch you got the shot?

Hitch: Yeah I got it. We can use this for commercials

Baja: you were filming?

Mickey: Yeah yeah no worries. We just wanted to film you guys interacting. We didn't tell you cuz we wanted to look natural.

Hitch: we didn't have any mics on so we couldn't hear what you were saying so don't worry about it. I'm the director by the way names Hitch. Nice to meet you..

Baja: hello

Ramon: hey

Mickey: alright so we're going to start filming the show in 30 minutes. Kikura is their dressing room.

Ramon: Kikura from C-side?

Mickey: yeah

Kikura: sorry I'm late.. I tend to procrastinate when I'm getting ready for these types of things...... Not a good excuse but... yeah

Mick: Well that's perfectly fine. We'll be filming in a couple minutes this is Ramon and this is Baja. They're going to be the ones interviewing you

Kikura: hey

Hitch: while we wait for that, let's do some more advertisements

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Assistant: alright..... Advertisement 2 take one...[clap]

Baja: Hi my name is baja and I'm the new host of the inklab's new show 'music at midnight'.... Me and my new co-host Ramon

Ramon: sup

Baja: we're going to be interviewing musicians from all walks of life

Ramon: and different genres.

Baja: We're going to have nice conversations getting to know them, telling us some really cool stories.

Ramon: a show airs Thursdays at 11:30 p.m. can't wait to see you there!

Hitch: CUT!.... Great! We're going to do some more editing and maybe some reshoots on that but here is your intro You're going to do this during every episode you introduce yourself. You tell them what show they're watching and then you tell the current news what's going on in the music world..... You're also going to have to do that when you start writing articles for the blog, but we'll get to that later. ... Here's the monologue script. If you want to go off script feel free... Go over it, memorize We'll film in 15...... Oshi! Good to see you..*mwah mwah* how are you baby

Oshi: Hitch! Hope everything is going well I just wanted to check in on everyone

Hitch: yes... You're going to start filming soon so have a seat....(Pat...Pat)

Oshi: alright..... I'm getting a call.....*ugh*..............[inhale].....[exhale]...... Hi Shimi! How are you doing dear?... Are you having fun on the farm? I saw some pictures warabie posted on squidder. You look cute riding the tracker hehhe....... Well you only have one week left honey..... yes I've enjoyed my break..... The church? If that works for you honey I guess it gives you a purpose.........*sigh*...(Eye roll)....acting is also your purpose I know...how's warabie is he having fun?......well tell him to try to enjoy himself..............yes ...... alright good bye hun.............

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Shimi: hm.....

Merv: Shimi it's your turn to take the manatees out to graze, take your son with you. Noiji start up the tractor I need you to harvest the octoberries, ikkan pack up squidmelons and head into town. Koi would you help me harvest some of the squid lemons

Koi-koi: I'd love to

Merv: Cirrina sweetheart you said you're going into the city for a school project?

Cirrina: Yeah just for 2 hours. When I get back I'll feed the krill and clean out their coop

Merv: All right, be safe

Shimi: warabie help me load up the manatees

Warabie: yeah..... What were you calling Mom about?

Shimi: It's none of your concern she didn't let me talk anyway............

Warabie:... All right, the manatees are in (bump...bump).....

Shimi: alright...................

Warabie:............so what's mom up to at home?

Shimi: she's working on project O.E.T network

Warabie: that's nice she's been working on that for years

Shimi: *humpf*.... We've been working on for years.... Typical of her to go behind my back and do things without my permission or opinion

Warabie:...... Oooookkkaaay...........hm.................hey mahi

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Mahi: hey dude

Warabie: what's going on at home?

Mahi: nothing much. Baja got a new job...... stop!........ Yeah, he's going to be on TV now. That's pretty neat

Warabie: tv?!

Mahi: some talk show.... Midnight music...... Music at midnight something.....neta stop spawn camping!

Neta: I'm not spawn camping

Warabie: he got the job!? How did he get the job?!

Mahi: I don't know, I really haven't had time to talk to him. He's been in and out of the apartment for like days now..... cod damn it!.... Let me leave the base at least...... fuck!

Neta:hehehehehehehe... I'm sorry .hehehe

Mahi: sorry... Neta's being an asshole...uhhhhh...Baja honestly hasn't been here and when he is here he's just there to get dressed and then leave.

Warabie:*sigh*....... good for him... Guess he's going to be the new breadwinner

Mahi: hey so when are you coming home?

Warabie: end of the week I should be home

Mahi: great apartments too quiet and-Neta!

Neta: what?! What am I doing wrong? I'm just playing the game. It's not my fault you always end up in my range of sight. Get good at the game

Mahi:*huff*... Can you come home faster? I miss you

Warabie: aww I miss you too mahi.. I honestly want to go home too. This place sucks ......I'm tired of scooping Manatee shit and hauling crates of squidmatoes

Neta: ask him the question

Mahi: *ugh*........are you able to bring home fresh produce and milk

Warabie: I....... I'm going to have to ask ikkan's dad that

Shimi: we're here unload the manatees

Warabie: I got to go.... text you later..........

Mahi: bye..... I'm not playing with you anymore! I'm done with this game....

Neta: One more round. I want to get a gold badge on this weapon I'm two games away. You can be on my team this time

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Cirrina: .......this must be the address..........(Knock knock)

Bayou: Cirrina! You showed up!

Cirrina: yeah....hehehe sorry if I'm a little early ...

Bayou: no worries. Come in, come in you can use your shoes on the shelf right here. So what do you want to know about krillarney?

Cirrina: I'm just you know the origins and the history of krillarney...... You lived on the surface for most of your life, right? Is that true for most octolings here?

Bayou: yeah... Most of us here spent their whole lives on the surface though there are some who moved here who previously lived underground

Cirrina: Interesting......so... And did your family move here?

Bayou:...... I think you might get more information from my nan.... Nana!!....... You remember my Nana. from church?

Nana: yes!? Bayou? What is it love?.....oh... Dear the little girl from church. Nice to see you again sweetie

Cirrina: hello..

Bayou: Nan do you mind if she asks you a few questions?

Nana: I have no problems sweetie

Cirrina: It's just a couple questions .. . I'm doing a five-page essay on octarian history in other countries

Nana: wasn't that nice? Well what do you want to know dear?

Cirrina: uhhhh .... When did you move here

Nana: oh I have no idea sweetie It's been years...... The war started when I was around......10 of 11 years old. I lived with my two sisters in a small village My mother was a School teacher and my father passed away years ago.

Cirrina: *writing*

Nana at the time my village was not affected by the high tides but it was targeted with conflict over land and resources. Next thing you know, I was being drafted for the war along with my two sisters. They just turned 13. They never held a weapon before. My mother couldn't even imagine them going to war, it was only after the first bomb we decided to leave. We had to leave quickly so we weren't able to bring a lot. All we had to pack was whatever we could fit in our backpacks. I packed two dresses, pair of pants, three shirts and one skirt. I also packed my Adva doll she's the only toy I played with for years.

Cirrina: *writing*

Nana: My mother was good friends with a man who moved to our village before the war happened. He was a nice inkling man Mr. Doal he offered to help us leave. His son got drafted and passed away early in the midst of combat. He told us about a developing sovereign country called krillarney that was currently taking in anyone and everyone across the world who wanted to get away from the war

Cirrina: *write*..... So how did you get to krillarney

Nana: we were informed that there were fairies and ships offering to help people leave. We set our trip in the middle of the night and met up with Mr. Dole and other people who wanted to leave as well. The walk was 3 hours straight. No brakes, no rest until we made it to the coast and we got onto a ship. It was a squid beak ship if I remember, The S. S. Escargot. We sailed for a week to krillarney making several stops picking others in similar situations.

Cirrina: was it just inkfish who were escaping?

Nana: oh no there were so many people from so many walks of life on the ship. Urchins, fish, cephalopods, Crustaceans. So many were affected by this war. I remember seeing some still wearing their military uniforms. It was their only chance to leave and they took it

Cirrina: when you got to krillarney what was it like? Was different from how it is today.

Nana: Well I can tell you one thing we didn't have these malls, outlets or a nice studio apartment like I have now hehehe. .... When I first got here My mother could only afford a nice small house with two bedrooms. Our neighbor was young octoling and his wife was a bass. They were enlisted in the military for years. When the war started they were completely against it. They were planning on having kids at the time they couldn't do that if they were at war. Unfortunately they weren't able to have kids but they watched me and my sister so many times that they kind of saw us as their kids hehehe

Cirrina: *writing*...... Do you ever think about your old village? What happened to it?

Nana:............. Well....um..... Like I said at the time the high tides didn't affect my home but.............. Soon enough it was............. Everything was wiped out and everyone......... From what I know now....... The water levels have subsided and it is inhabitable but............ I just never went back. Everything I know about that place is gone. My home my toys.....some of my old friends

Cirrina:.... I'm sorry.......

Nana: it's alright love

Cirrina: ....... I think I asked enough questions

Nana: are you sure? I could tell you more

Cirrina: oh that's ok really.... I have enough to write my paper. I have to get home to do my chores

Bayou: alright..... Do you want me to walk you to the fairy dock?

Cirrina: (blush).... well........ok...

Bayou: great..... I'll be right back Nana

Nana: Come back safe

Cirrina:..........................

Bayou:...........................

Cirrina:..................

Bayou:..............you know we have tons of historical sites here if you ever want to check them out..... Add some photos for extra credit

Cirrina: that would be nice but I really need to get home

Bayou: we don't have to do it today.

Cirrina: I leave at the end of the week

Bayou: Well you can plan something for this week maybe Tomorrow maybe?....

Cirrina: I can see.... Yeah I think tomorrow would be good yeah..

Bayou: All right so why don't we meet up here again at 2:00 and I can take you to the lighthouse, The bridge of new beginnings and I can even take you to the museum

Cirrina: Great! It's a date! I mean....uh... No! It's not a date..... it's a day out....an outing yeah it's it's it's an outing we're going out......for the day! We're going out for the day

Bayou:..heheheheheh... Here's my number....... I'll text you tomorrow. See ya Cirrina!

Cirrina: bye..hehehehehe........*sigh*..........

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Assistant director: 'music at midnight'.... Introduction take three!.....(CLAP)

Hitch:go!

Baja: welcome, welcome! Welcome my name is Baja! And this is my co-host Ramon

Ramon: hey!

Baja: I'm very excited to say that this is the first episode of our very new show called 'music at midnight'. What is music at midnight? Well as the names in the title says we're going to be talking about music and it's going to be airing during midnight.

Roman: yep so while we sit here and talk and do interviews. You're going to be sitting on your couch or in your bed and your nice warm jammies.....

Baja: I wish we could wear pajamas

Ramon: Right? We should ask the exacts for a pajama day

Baja: hahahaha...(CLAP)..... All right, let's get started.... Today's music news....... But before we do that, who's who's with us today

Ramon: today we have Kikura sitting in our guest seat

Kikura: hey everyone

Baja: so we Kikura here today and there the guitarist for the band c-side and she's a part of another group riot act.....now Kikura is it true that riot act actually came before the band C-side?

Kikura: uh....oh my cod.......uh wow..... Yeah actually that is true. It did come before C-side... Technically yes but at the time it was not called riot act.... It was actually called 'no boys allowed' uhhehe.... We were in high school that was our original band.... We were in an all-girls school. We were just a couple of weird kids just screwing around... We were all in theater together and we used to hang out under the bleachers and I don't remember who mentioned it but one of us said "wouldn't be funny if we started a band and we had no idea how to play the instruments"....and heh That's how it really started

Baja: it started out as a bit?

Kikura: Yeah it started out as a bit. We started to borrow instruments from The music room and we started to play, used to write music together like we had our own group chat and everything ... It started to get serious during second year of school. It started out as a joke and then just kind of started to really get into it and we really just stopped seeing it as a joke and started seeing it as more of a hobby and soon after we started to book gigs, shows and sets in people's basements. It just kind of took off after that.

Ramon: so what made you join C-side?

Kikura: so C-side started after I met Beika it was a small underground club. He recognized me from my band and he was really excited to see me! He told me that he was a bass player and his old roommate was a drummer and they needed a guitar player. He had a couple songs that he's written and he wanted my opinion on it. He wanted to see if I was able to do a demo track for him.

Baja: *nods*

Kikura: a couple weeks of talking I went to the studio and I met Uotora... He's such a sweetheart oh my cod.... We did rewrites and we wrote some more music. We did some test tracks and 5 hours later I was officially a part of the band...

Baja: what was your first concert like.... You played in sesame hall as the opener for wet floor

Kikura: I was surprisingly calm during the whole show. Really thought I was going to panic and freeze up because this is the first actual concert like a concert concert like it wasn't just a group of people hehehe in a backyard. I remember the crowd wasn't that enthusiastic when we came up but after playing 'click bate' people really just started to really get into it and we just formed a fan base after that.

Ramon: are you still a part of that band? After you released your new album with riot act

Kikura: oh yeah definitely. I'm still a part of the band I'm not going anywhere. This ain't that kind of band. Do we treat each other with respect...hehehe...hm... But no this is just a side project. We all just started talking again and it's just a passion project we're just doing really

Baja: and speaking of passion projects, let's get to the news....Nami one of the members of beloved yet controversial bands front roe has enough that branching off and starting a solo career. Today on Inkstagram she announced that she's working on a new album and writing her own songs she even took a selfie of herself in the studio showing in the recording booth.

Ramon: I think nami's very underrated in the band. It's good to see she's getting out there

Kikura: I'm so happy that she is. I only met her two times. It was during the black square music festival and the seashore awards she is so nice, she's so kind and so pretty. We were talking and I brought up keeping my music in a notebook and she did the same thing too. She has several notebooks of music that she really wants to make but it doesn't really fit the sound of 'squid squad'..... Well I guess it's front roe now but she's kept those book for years... I truly hope she's putting those to good use

Baja: You know this actually isn't her first solo work. She worked on a soundtrack for 'high-rise falling 4'. It was a video game for the gamer boy x system.

Kikura: really?

Raman: Yeah I know that she composed background music for the menu and she also made The third boss Battle song. Man If they ever make the movie of high-rise falling

Baja: they are never going to make that movie.... It's always in production hell for years now

Kikura: I've only played the second and third game in that series, but I heard the movie is going to be starting off with The fifth installment and going backwards which doesn't make any sense

Hitch: what is high-rise falling? I don't know what that is. What are they talking about?

Oshi: It's just a game that these kids play. The audience will know what they're talking about

Ramon: they should bring her back for the movie. It would be really cool if she remixed her original tracks. I love that for him. I'm happy that she's making music. I'm really excited..... What else we have for the news

Baja: SashiMori are no longer doing fall tours or winter tours like they used to

Raman: oh?

Baja: So one of the members, Paul. He's no longer able to travel because he has school so they're going to have to do summer tours

Ramon: that makes sense.... I remember their last tour was during fall during spook fest. Everyone dressed up in costumes and during their last set, people were giving out candy.... Folks was handed a bucket before they got into the arena. it was good candy too like people were getting full size candy bars..... What type of candy do you like? I like gum.... You could never go wrong with gum..... Good flavor, good texture... And you can blow bubbles with it. What about you?

Baja: I enjoy chocolate... I love a good piece of chocolate..... Especially if it has a filling in it like marshmallow or something.....Kikura?

Kikura: I would say I'm a hard candy type of person.... I enjoy jawbreakers

Baja: really

Kikura: Yes, it lasts longer than most candies and..... Besides lollipops It is the only candy that is socially acceptable to take out of your mouth

Hitch: do we have any chocolate sponsors?

Oshi: no but I can get with the marketing team and see what we can do

[one hour of banter later]

Baja: Well folks that's our show! Thank you for being here for our first ever episode. The riot act album will be released on the 22 so make sure you check your local stores for it....now enjoy one of their debut songs 'No planned survivors'

[riot act performing in the back ground]

Mickey: what are the viewerships right now?

Assistant: Right now the viewerships are sitting at 89.4 million...and online..... only 20k views... But that number might rise in the next week

Mickey: [inhale].....[exhale]...... What do you estimate the viewership for ink lab plus?

Assistant: Well..... Judging from the viewership on TV and the viewership on the app we might be able to gain..................... 100 million first episode maybe even more...

Executive: I don't understand it! they talked about video games and then candy, went on a tangent about handbags and backpacks. How is this popular?! This is supposed to be about music and celebrities.

Oshi: Kids today aren't really all that interested in celebrities showing off their fancy cars, expensive clothes and lifestyle. They're bored at that and so are the newer artists. They just want to know who they are as a person....if knowing about their favorite candy and opinions on games keeps them engaged and interested in their music and our show I see no problem with it

Mickey: hmmmm.....

Hitch: I think we might need a meeting for this. I have an idea

Oshi: what's the idea

Hitch: we haven't had that much traction on the app for a while. instead of making a recorded video the next time we film we do a live stream and have the audience involved with the conversation

Mickey: I like that. Keeps the audience engaged and keeps the viewerships high. it saves money on editing

Hitch:......... These kids are going to make us a lot of money

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