#and then i think she explores writing some and even a bit of music and bard magic

[galactic-magick]

For You: AU!Claggor x Reader

Summary: In the alternate timeline, Powder encourages you to admit your feelings for Claggor.

Words: 800+

Author's Notes: Adult alternate timeline Claggor is fine af so I wrote this short oneshot. Also I just needed to write something more lighthearted and cute after writing that devastating Viktor fic earlier. Enjoy <3

“I don’t get why you can’t just tell him,” Powder huffs, shuffling through her drawers for a particular brush. She glides on eyeshadow in your favorite colors, endlessly teasing you while she works, “It’s obvious he’s liked you since we were kids.”

“Oh, like finally admitting your feelings to Ekko was so easy,” you roll your eyes, causing her to scold you for opening them. “Besides, that’s not even true. He probably just sees me like a sister.”

“Look,” Powder tilts your chin up as she applies blush to your cheeks. “As someone who was actually raised as his sister, I can promise you he treats you differently. I catch him staring at you all the time, and he goes out of his way to be nice to you. Like, he literally made a new hybrid flower for you for your last birthday. What is it you’re not getting?”

“He gives plants to everyone, I don’t think I was special,” you shrug, pressing out your lips so Powder can swipe on some gloss.

“You’re a lost cause sometimes,” she sighs with a laugh. “Come on, it’s time to make our entrance.”

-

The Innovator’s Competition is crowded as usual, with loud music and ambient lights showering the entries and guests. Powder meets up with Ekko while you go to grab a drink and browse the inventions.

People start dancing, and you sway back and forth a bit to the beat. You don’t particularly want to third wheel right now, so you make do on the sidelines. You’re closer to the snacks here, anyway.

“Wow, Y/N. You look beautiful.”

You whip your head towards the voice, your mouth stuffed with one of Jericho’s famous, sloppy appetizers.

“Oh! Hi, Claggor!” You swallow as quickly as you can and wipe your face with your sleeve. “Sorry, um, thank you.”

“Anytime,” he chuckles. “How come you’re not out there dancing?”

“I...I just don’t like dancing alone,” you say, your eyes darting back to Powder and the other couples and friend groups on the dance floor.

“Well let’s go then,” he extends his hand to you.

You smile and take it, weaving through the crowd as he pulls you towards the middle. You see Powder give you a thumbs up before your attention is back on Claggor, and suddenly the crowded room feels less overwhelming.

You let lose, showing off your most ridiculous dance moves without a worry in the world. That was the thing about Claggor, he always made you feel safe, like you could be yourself whenever he was around. There is never a glimmer of judgment in his eyes, never an inkling of unkindness. He’s been your most stable and trusted friend for years—he played with you, explored the city with you, mourned with you, rejoiced with you. He’s just that kind of guy, with a heart of gold that never wavers.

But if you told him how you really feel—how you’ve felt since you were young—things might not be the same.

-

After the competition, Claggor takes the scenic route while walking you home, showing you a couple new gardens he’s been working on around the city. He hopes that one day plant life can be the key to the pollution problem in the underground, a dream that isn’t too far off with the latest hybrids and prototypes he’s made. It’s fascinating, and you’ve always admired his natural talent with nature.

He picks you a flower from one of the gardens, the kind he knows are your favorite.

“For you,” he says, slithering the stem into your hair. His hands, his face—it’s all so dangerously close now. You can feel his warmth, feel his gentle gaze.

Maybe Powder’s right, no man who saw you as just a friend would look at you like this.

You take the chance and close the space between you, kissing him quickly before stepping back to gauge his reaction.

He immediately pulls you back in, grabbing you by the waist and kissing you harder. You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers twiddling with his soft wavy hair.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he says, your lips barely moving apart.

“I think I have some idea,” you giggle.

“Would you look at that, what did I tell ya?” You see Powder and Ekko coming around the corner, clearly ecstatic about this new opportunity to tease you. “Finally.”

Claggor keeps holding you close as you fire back, “Did you follow us just to say ‘I told you so’?”

“Nah, I didn’t even know you left the party yet,” Powder laughs. “But boy am I glad I saw this!”

She keeps walking with Ekko, whispering and chuckling as they go. You and Claggor can’t help but burst into your own fit of laughter as well, basking in the hilarity of the whole situation.

“We’ll never live this down, will we?” Claggor smirks.

“Absolutely not.”

[wannabe-gardenwitch]

I like to imagine that, in the years after Trespasser, whenever Lavellan found an alter to Fen'harel she would leave an offering, hoping one of Solas' agents would find it and deliver it to him. And by offering, I mean care package. Just bits and pieces because she wants to make sure Solas is taken care of, as well as little things she saw that made her think of him. And in every care package/offering, she writes him a letter. She never knows for sure if any of these things make it to him, but every now and again, trinkets or artefacts end up on her desk. There's never a note, but based on what they are, she knows they're from Solas. And when Rook is exploring the Lighthouse, they end up finding all these letters. Reading through a few of them, they realise that they're from Lavellan, that even thought she knew she would never get a reply, she didn't want him to feel alone and to know she was still thinking of him. Rook thinks it's sweet and sad and, having read some of the letters despite telling themselves they wouldn't read something so personal, puts the Dread Wolf in a completely new light.

Rook invites Lavellan to the Lighthouse, thinking it might be helpful in some way for her to see the place where Solas has been, see the murals, the music room and all of his Inquisition memorabilia. It is the letters, however, that they particularly want Lavellan to see; to know that all this time, he had kept and treasured her letters.

[captainquake42]

> ♡ °. INKED UP

♡ four

☆ kwon jae sung x fem!reader

summary:

You go out to a bar with your team and kwon sees an opportunity.

OR reader teaches kwon a few moves

notes:

I can't dance so I did my best describe it.

Also, if you are the person who asked me to write a fic of the reader getting hurt. I accidentally deleted your request, but that is something that i'm working on a little bit.

part one // prev part

1.1k written by:

S A R A H

You sat with Sam and Robby a table away from Dimitri and Eli. The bar buzzed with music and chatter, but you were more focused on your water (you didn’t like drinking, same as Robby, and pop was off-limits during the season—you were strict about keeping your body in peak condition). Sam and Robby were deep in conversation about Tory and Miguel, their voices low but laced with tension.

“ I hope Carmen is okay.” Robby said idly, spinning his straw in his glass “ Did you talk to Miguel before they left?”

Sam shugs, “ for like thirty seconds. We were excited to go exploring but now…” 

You nudged your twin with an elbow. “ You feel any better?” 

He scoffed, his lips curling into a humorless smile. “ No, honestly I'm actually thinking of adding rum to this coke.”

Sam smiled a little thinking he was kidding. “ Yeah right you don't drink.” 

Robby’s gaze dropped to his drink, his fingers tightening around the glass. “ might be the time to start, I've been screwing everything up since Tory put us on break and it's not even affecting her.” 

“ Like salt on an open cut.” 

“ Yeah, she's fighting better than ever.” 

 Sam leaned forward letting her arms rest on the table. “ Tory chose the other side and I feel terrible for her but we can't keep letting her get in our heads like this. We just have to accept she's against us.” 

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “ You guys are acting like we're at war, she's not against us.” You said with a shake of your head. “ She picked a different team because she was vulnerable, and a master manipulator took advantage of that. It’s not that simple. You of all people know that, you were talking about it last night.” 

Sam stared over your shoulders without replying, her facing falling. “ I'm gonna get some air.” She said getting up. 

Both you and Robby turned confused  following her gaze to the door. That’s when you saw them—Tory, Kwon, and a few of their teammates walking in, looking every bit like they owned the place.

Kwon stared at you and gave you a little nod. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he made his way across the bar.

Your back straightened unconsciously, and you had to put your hands in your lap to stop yourself from messing with your hair. 

Kwon stopped beside you, his smirk growing wider. “ Hey,” he said smoothly, his eyes locking with yours. “ Dance with me?”

Before you could say anything, Robby’s chair scraped back as he stood abruptly, squaring his shoulders. “ She’s not interested.”

Kwon barely glanced at Robby, he only had eyes for you. “ I’m pretty sure she can speak for herself, man.”

“ Robby cool off, it's fine.” You said, trying to defuse the situation.

Robby frowned, his jaw tight, but he didn’t say anything else.

“What do you say?” Kwon asked, his voice low enough that it felt like the rest of the room disappeared.

You hesitated, glancing at Robby, who was still standing stiffly. Then you looked back at Kwon.

“ Okay,” you said, taking his hand.

Kwon’s smirk turned into a genuine smile as he led you to the small dance floor at the center of the bar. “ I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“ Why?” You looked up at him.

“ You don’t like disappointing your team.” He huffed. 

“ One dance won’t kill them.”

“ Just one?” He teased, slipping an arm around your waist. “ I plan to keep you here all night.” 

You felt your cheeks get warm, but put an arm around his neck anyway. “ One,” you repeated, though your lips twitched into a smile. 

“ Counter offer, ten and a kiss.” He said with a sly grin. 

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes went wide. “ Damn you got a drink in you already?” 

“ Nah don’t drink in season.” 

“ That right?”

He hummed swaying with you to the beat. “ That’s right.” 

“ Five and I teach you how to two-step and a shoulder dip.”

“ Deal.” He said almost before you could finish talking. “ Sounds like you know your stuff.”

“ My mom used to take me and Robby to bars all the time, I learned a few things.” You took both his hands and held them up by your sides. “ A two step is easy, all you do is step forward with your left foot, then follow with your right foot. Then go back, right foot first and repeat.”

“ Just go back and fourth?”

“ Yep, super simple.” 

So that’s what you did, a back and forth two step until he seemed to get bored and spinning you. “ Alright now show me the other one.” 

“ Okay,” you laughed. “ First thing, take my hand,” he did. “ Now you're going to spin me out, away from you.” 

He did as told, spinning you out and pulling you back in, “ Like that?” He asked. 

“ Just like that,” You encouraged. “ But when you pull me back, spin me in twice, so towards your body.” 

He did both steps again. 

“ Perfect next cross your arm over and slide while I drag my hand around your back.” You explained while showing the moves you were talking about. “ Now I do a half spin so my back is facing you and I am going to fall.”

“ A trust fall?”

“ Yes. There is more but I don’t think your ready to carry me on your shoulders.”

He scoffed playfully, “ I can, promise.”

“ Swear you won’t drop me?”

“ Yes.” He says, “ what’s the saying?”

“ Cross my heart?”

“ And hope to die, yes that one.”  

“ Okay in that case, grab my waist.” He did. “ I’m going to jump onto your shoulders, on three ready?”

“ Yes.” He effortlessly picked you up, and ducked his head under your spit legs. 

“ Next I’m going to swing my left leg around and you are going to keep hold of my right, when I do that my body will fall into your arms while I keep an arm around the back of your neck to support you. When we both are standing again you will spin me one more time with the hand you have around my thigh. Got it.”

“ Understood.” He yelled back over the music. 

“ Ready?”

“ Yep.” He confirmed. 

You did everything you said you were going to, albeit a little clumsy, with it being his first time, but at least he didn’t drop you like the guy who taught you did. He was spotting Robby, who was holding you, the two of you were only ten and thought it’d be a cool trick to show mom. Instead you got your first concussion, and Robby broke his nose when he fell face first into the floor.

Kwon steadied you as you spin back to him, his arm loosely draped around your waist. His grin was wide and infectious, “ real speed this time?”

He didn’t wait for your answer before he spun you out and back in while you giggled.

[alotofpockets]

Loved | Alessia Russo

Pairing: Alessia Russo x Williamson!Reader

Summary: During your concert you surprise your girlfriend with the song that you wrote about her.

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2.2k

You loved being on tour, playing your music for your fans, and traveling the world at the same time. However, there was also a downside to this part of your career. You had to miss your favorite people for long periods of time. Of course, there were many facetime calls with them, but it wasn’t the same as having them beside you. There were only a few shows left on your European tour before you’d fly back home to London, where you’d perform your final show at The O2. 

While on tour, you used every moment that you weren’t performing or out exploring the cities you were in on writing new songs. Being away from your loved ones sucked, but it also helped you in your songwriting. Your thoughts often on the memories you created with them. Right now you are strumming rhythms on your acoustic guitars, as your mind wanders to the first time that you met your girlfriend.

It was a little over three years ago. You arrived at your shared home with your sister around 2am, after being on tour. Leah had insisted on picking you up from the airport, but you declined time and time again, since you knew she would have training in the morning. After leaving your bags in the living room, you quietly made your way over to your bedroom. Upon entering you noticed that your sister was sound asleep in your bed. You didn’t think much of it, maybe she just missed you. So, you head over to her room but when you opened the door slightly, you noticed that her bed was occupied. It was too dark to see who it was, but you softly closed the door to Leah’s bedroom and made your way back to your own. After finding some clothes to sleep in, you slipped into your bed beside your sister. The moment that your head hit the pillow, you were gone, the tiredness of touring catching up to you.

Your night wasn’t long, as Leah’s 6am alarms woke you abruptly, “Leah, please shut that off.” Leah jumped at the sound of your voice. “Don't ever scare me like that again.” She said with a warning look. You simply shrug, “You’re the one in my bed.” Leah quickly turned off the loud ringing of her alarm and fell back on the bed hugging you tight. “I can’t believe you’re back, I’ve missed you so much.” You smile into her shoulder, “I’ve missed you too, Leah.” Your sister is about to get up when you pull her back down, “Are you not going to tell me who the girl sleeping in your bed is?” Leah rolls her eyes jokingly, “Of course I was, I just figured you wanted to sleep some more first. Her name is Alessia Russo, she-” You interrupt her, “Just joined Arsenal.” You were an avid football fan, and just like Leah, your favorite team had been Arsenal from a young age, so even when you were away you kept taps on your team. Leah nods, “Yeah, I told her she could stay here until she finds a place of her own, which worked out great because the house was feeling rather empty without you here.” You act hurt, “You just replaced me?” Both of you laugh, basking in the feeling of being together again. “How about after practice the three of us get lunch together, so I can introduce the two of you properly?” You nod with a smile, “That sounds nice.” Leah changes into her training gear before heading downstairs, you hear her and Alessia talking faintly but soon fall back asleep, not even hearing them leave. 

From the first moment you met Alessia in person, the two of you connected instantly, as Leah had expected. During the lunch you had gotten to know Alessia a bit, as well as told them all about your tour. Alessia moved out about a week later, finding a nice apartment a few blocks over. Leah had been with Arsenal for years, and her teammates were as much her friends, as they were yours. So, like always, you met up with the girls often, getting closer and closer with Alessia as the months went by, until eventually she had asked you on a date. 

The first few months of dating Alessia were on your mind as you worked on the song. You both had to learn to speak each other’s love languages, as they were different from each other. Even while figuring out how to best show your love to the other, you felt nothing but love in whatever way Alessia showed it. You start testing out some lyrics, writing down the ones you like. When you had the general idea of the song figured out, the lyrics came easy, as did your love for Alessia. 

Before your flight back to London, you finished up the rough version of the song, and could not wait to sing it for Alessia. From the airport, you went straight to Colney, knowing the team’s training session was in progress. You stand to the side of the field as you watch the girls play, having gone unnoticed so far. When the whistle is blown to signal that their drill is done, Alessia is the first to notice you. She comes running your way and jumps into your arms. “You’re back!” You hold her tight and spin her around. “Hi, Lessi baby, I’ve missed you.” After putting her back down you share a short kiss before Leah joins in on the hug. Alessia stepped aside, but not going far, to give you a moment with your sister. One by one all the girls came to greet you, before heading back to training. Alessia kissed you once more before returning to training too, a “I’m so happy that you’re back.” Shouted your way from the striker that was running back to the field.

Once training was over, you headed back home. You still lived in the same apartment as three years ago, the only difference was that Alessia had moved back in, now sharing your room. Leah and Lia offer to pick up something for lunch, while you and Alessia have a moment together. You take her up to your shared room, and ask for some much needed cuddles. 

When you hear the front door open, you head downstairs to have lunch all together, and spend a couple of hours catching up. You check your phone to see the time, “Oh, I have to go in a bit for sound check. Leah, how many of you were coming tonight?” Leah starts counting on her fingers, “Let’s see, so it will be us three, as well as Beth, Kim, Laura, and Jen. So, that’s seven, for sure and a few of the girls weren’t sure yet. Can you put us down for twelve to be sure?” You smile, feeling grateful for how many of your friends were going to be able to make it. “Of course, I’ll see you guys there.” You hug Leah and Lia, before you kiss Alessia bye. 

Performing in your home country was always very special, it was also your favorite place to sing your song ‘Home’. “Thank you all for an incredible night so far.” You say looking out into the crowd. “As many of you know, London is very special to me. London is home.” The crowd erupts in cheer as they know what is coming next. “It’s an extra special evening, as there are a lot of people here tonight, that make London a home.” You look over to the friends and family section where your friends are gathered. “You know who you are.” The smile on your face grows when you see the girls cheering back at you.

You start strumming your guitar, “This is ‘Home’, hope you enjoy it.” The rest of the band joins in. 

‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone

It’s where you go when you’re alone

It’s where you go to rest your bones

It’s not just where you lay your head

It’s not just where you make your bed

As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?

You step away from the microphone, letting the crowd sing the rest of the chorus for you.

Home

Home

Home

Home

You continue the rest of your show with a few more songs from your setlist, as well as more interaction with the crowd, soaking in the last concert you’ll be giving for a while. The evening was coming to an end, having played the last song on your setlist but you weren’t done yet. “Everyone, can we get a big round of applause for Jimmy on the drums, Sarah on guitar, Brian on keys, and last but not least, Mandy on base?” You bow to them, as the crowd claps and cheers for them. The band makes their way off-stage, and you pick up your acoustic guitar for one last time this evening.

“I have one last song for you.” The enthusiasm from the crowd was immaculate, and you hadn’t even told them the surprise yet. “So, I have written a song over the past couple of days, and I would love to play a little bit from it for you tonight.” After the crowd calmed down again, you continued. “I have literally just finished this, it has not yet been recorded, and no one has heard it yet. With that being said..” You let your eyes drift back to the friends and family box, “Alessia, baby, this one's for you. This is ‘Loved’ for the first time ever.” You play the first few chords of the songs, while you watch your friends tease Alessia for her jaw dropping at the news. Alessia’s eyes stay focussed on you, as she watches you with a big smile on her face, seeing you become one with your music. Your eyes closed as you were strumming your guitar. Before you start singing, you open your eyes and lock them with Alessia’s.

I don’t need a hundred roses waiting by the front door

I don’t need a fancy house in the hills

You could rope the moon and bring me all the stars in heaven

It won’t change how I feel

Even though the arena was filled with thousands of people, the crowd disappeared around you, as you were singing to just Alessia. A moment you would never forget.

You don’t have to be a modern-day Shakespeare

You don’t have to be anything you’re not

You don’t have to give me diamonds to impress me

Just give me your heart

Make me feel loved, make me feel beautiful

Make me feel dance around the room Cinderella kind of magical

Make me believe that I’m all that you’ll ever need

Hold me close and make me feel a million kinds of wonderful

Baby, your touch, it’s more than enough

Make me feel loved

You were pulled out of your moment with Alessia as the crowd went wild once you finished the song. After taking a bow, you speak your final words to the crowd. “Thank you all so much for making tonight the best ending to an amazing tour. Thank you for coming out!” With that you run off the stage. 

Only a few moments after handing your guitar over to the crew, and another crew member taking your in-ear monitors from you, Alessia came running up to you, and jumped into your arms for the second time today. When you place her down on the ground again, you see tears in her eyes. “I love you so much, that song was amazing, and you are amazing. That was a beautiful performance, and I cannot believe that you wrote a song about me and then performed it in front of twenty thousand people.” You hugged your girlfriend tight. “I love you too. You inspire me everyday, darling. So, I wanted to do something special.” You share a sweet kiss with her, before taking her hand and walking down to your dressing room, where the rest of your friends were waiting.

You were so happy to be surrounded by your favorite people again, soaking in their laughter, smiles and hugs. Some girls wanted to go out for drinks, but you told them you had to rain check, since you were so tired. Alessia picked up on your words and offered to take you home, an offer you gladly accepted. She walked you to her white Mercedes, loving the opportunity to drive you around once again. Her hand was resting on your thigh, as the two of you listened to the radio. 

Back home all you want to do is take a shower and fall asleep in Alessia’s arms. Alessia being the amazing girlfriend that she was, knew exactly what you needed. “Why don’t you head up, baby, I’ll join you in a bit.” She pecks your lips before heading into the kitchen. When you’re done with your shower, clad in sweats and Alessia’s hoodie, you enter your bedroom, where Alessia was sitting in some comfy clothes surrounded by your favorite snacks. “I know you want to sleep, but your body needs some food after all the energy you put into that show.” You smile appreciatively, “You’re the best.” 

After enjoying the food that Alessia prepared, you cuddle into her side. Quickly falling asleep in the arms of your favorite person.  

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[z0mbiekisses]

Short imagine/one shot of Josh and reader where she’s the videographer for a festival they’re playing and he sees her and asks her to come backstage and they go from friends to lovers over the week long festival. Maybe on the last day he asks her to continue on tour with them?

Hehe I need someone to write my requests while I write other requests 😁😁

HELLOO P!! 🤗 thank you sm for being my first request i’m sooo excited!! hopefully it’s not too long 😅 if it wasn’t for your work i don’t think i’d ever have the motivation to write so just know your work doesn’t go unnoticed && i’ll always write your requests 🫡

as for anyone else reading this i hope you enjoy this as well!!(: i haven’t wrote an imagine in so longgg, so hopefully it’s good!! my requests are open 🫶!

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VIDEOTAPE !

i’ve always loved filming. whether it was my friends goofing around or my cats simply existing in their space peacefully. i love just being able to capture the moment then and there. i also love music. concerts are my number one happy place. who knew that two of my favorite things could turn into a career?

i was doing an apprenticeship for this photography company. this week, i’m going to the music festival the town did every summer. except this time i’m able to be the videographer for one of the main stages! i was stoked to say the least.

it was the first day, i spent the morning helping set up the stage i’ll be filming for the next 6 days. since this stage was more for the “bigger acts.” no one was scheduled to perform till 3. after i was done, i went to explore the festival a bit before i was gonna be stuck at the same stage for hours. as i was grabbing a drink, i noticed a guy next to me in line at the taco truck. his hair was black with red underneath it. his black tanktop showing off his colorful tattoos. he must've noticed me staring. he looked over and flashed a smile at me. it was contiguous, i instantly smiled back at him before my drink was handed to me. i walked away hoping i'd run into this handsome stranger. that i'd find him in the crowd of thousands of people..

the only downside to being a videographer is not being able to dance around to the music. i had to make sure my videos were the best quality, trying hard to catch the peak moments of each artist's set. however, i was able to be in front of the crowd. only people in my section were other photographers/videographers and security. it was also nice hearing new music. most of the bands i was familiar with were playing later in the festival. and luckily for me i only work two nights. the last band set to play was about to come on. i looked behind me and saw the crowd double in size. whoever was about to play must be popular. a red light came on the stage, shining on a guy wearing a ski mask. i watched as he walked over to the drum kit on the stage. people in the crowd were screaming. i listened to the drummer, he was one of the best so far. i then eventually the singer came on stage, also wearing a ski mask. and the music started blaring. let me tell you, these guys knew how to put on a show. it was the hardest set yet for me to NOT dance and jump around. eventually the drummer took off his ski mask, and it was the same guy i saw in line. during the show he recognized me and smiled. which i made sure to get on film, even though it caught me off guard that he even remembered me from our brief interaction.

this show was my favorite to film. these guys knew how to put on hell of a show. some of my best footage came from their set. i quickly learned the drummer's name was 'josh dun." who i admired the whole night. his eyes would seem to find me, making sure to flash a grin or do some sort of pose for me..and the camera of course. and every time i felt my heart flutter. their set was over and as i was getting ready to head back to my tent a security guard caught my attention. he said i was asked to be somewhere. i had not a clue where they were dragging me to. nonetheless, i hopped on the golf cart, making sure to film the different bright neon displays that shined through the dark open field. they brought me to a fancy tent. it was huge, there was a soft glow from all of the fairy lights. giving a nice soft ambience. i began to fidget with the rings on my fingers. still unsure on what this place is and why i was here. until the same guy with black and red hair came up to greet me. i somehow felt relieved yet so much more nervous.

“i hope this is okay, i wanted to talk to you but i didn’t want to hope that i’d run into you again.”, josh chuckled nervously.

“duh, who doesn’t like backstage passes.”, i laughed softly. hoping i wasn’t making a fool out of myself.

“i’m josh by the way.”, he smiled once again. reaching out his hand.

“y/n”, i shook his hand. i looked up into his brown eyes. i was admiring his features, from his long eyelashes to his soft lips. i looked away to prevent myself from looking like a total creep. he brought me over to one of the many couches and sat with me. we talked about our careers, and what made us chose them. i enjoyed listening to him talk about something he was passionate about. the way his eyes would squint up whenever he got excited. i barely know this man.. but good god. i thought he looked good on stage, glistened in sweat & his hair damp. but seeing him get so happy was so attractive.

i spent the next 24 hours thinking about josh dun. i sadly didn’t run into him the next day at the festival, but my work was able to occupy MOST of my mind. however it was officially the 3rd day, and my first day off duty. i traded my athletic leisure for something more festival appropriate. i decided on a short sparkly black dress that had silver moon & stars printed over it. as i was walking around the festival that night, i felt someone tap my shoulder. which honestly scared me a little bit until i turned around and saw josh.

“sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you.”, josh must’ve noticed me jump. i wrapped my arms around him. normally i’m not big on hugs. but once again, there was something about him.

“i missed you pretty girl.”, he mumbled against my neck. i couldn’t hide my blush as i pulled away. we talked about our plans yesterday and how we just barley missed an encounter with each other every time. i brought him over to charli xcx’s set. i was nervous he was going to be one of those guys who just stands there and silently judges you for dancing. but josh jumped up and down with me, in my mind it was just me & him. he occasionally would hold onto my waist from behind as we danced together. which flooded my stomach with butterflies. afterwards, i followed him to the stage where one of his favorite bands were playing; death cab for cutie. he held my way the whole way through as we navigated the crowds. josh was also able to get us into vip, which i’ve been in before for work. but this was so much better. being able to relax and really enjoy the music. josh’s hands never left mines. i felt safe besides him. i smiled as i watched him sing along to the music, clearly enjoying himself. of course, i had to get it on camera. to which josh started singing to when he finally noticed. i never wanted this night to end. josh walked me back to where my cab was. i looked up at him for a moment. i wanted to kiss him. everything in that moment was screaming at me to do so. but i was so worried about messing things up that i just stared at him.

“i had so much fun with you tonight, you’re really cool y/n.”, i smiled sweetly at josh’s compliment.

“thanks, you’re not too bad yourself joshua.”, i responded which earned a chuckle from josh. we continued to look at each other, not wanting to leave but unsure what to do next.

“maybe i could have your number? you know, so you can send me that video of me singing.”, josh tried to play it off. i giggled and typed my number in his phone.

the fourth day, i decided to go for a more spacey look. i wore a silver shimmery dress & i put star glitter in my space buns. of course, i met up with josh again. who i got to match with me. he was wearing a white t-shirt with an alien on it.

“you look better each time i see you i don’t get it.”, josh’s compliment made my cheeks heat up. it was almost embarrassing the effect this man had on me. but i didn’t mind it. we ran around the festival, trying random foods & messing around with the different photo ops. we even met up with his bandmate, tyler and his girlfriend jenna. me and her instantly clicked, as if we were best friends in another universe. it was amazing, i never thought this would happen. eventually we parted ways and josh dragged me to the goo goo dolls set. our hands still intertwined. i closed my eyes and moved side to side as i listened to iris, one of my favorite songs. josh pulled me in closer to his side. i looked up at him, meeting his warm brown eyes again.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that right y/n?”, i bit my lip slightly trying to surpress the huge grin on my face. before i could say anything else i could feel josh leaning into me. his lips met mine and my heart was practically beating out my chest. i wasted no time running my hair through his soft curls. josh grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer to him. i dreamed of moments like these. we both had the biggest smiles on our face as we pulled away. josh walked me to my cab again, josh was telling me they were going to start their tour soon. i felt sad. sure, maybe it was naive of me to think this could be anything long term. but this week had been so amazing, the thought of it being over hurt. and knowing josh would be gone for months hurt even more. there was a bit of silence as we were walking, i didn’t have much to say this time around. josh stopped me, holding my hands in front of him.

“okay this may sound crazy, you can say no.”, josh warned me. i could tell he was nervous to ask me. i watched his face as he tried to find the words in his head.

“we need a videographer for our tour, our usual one wife just had a baby so.. would you be interested in being our videographer?”, my face lit up.

“yes!”, i exclaimed. i hugged josh tightly. he spun me around as we giggled together out of excitement. josh kept his arms around me & pulled me in again. our lips crashing together. i was looking forward to having more moments like these over the next 4 months.

[xamiipholia]

Since it’s been a year since Burning Shores came out, some thoughts on Seyka:

TL;DR: Great character, really happy with her as a love interest for Aloy. They do some really interesting things with her that I never really see addressed so I wanted to talk about them.

She is tangibly shown to be much more of a match for Aloy through gameplay. Compared to other npcs, she solves things faster, does more damage, is a much more formidable melee combatant, faster climber - she even has a fucking Valor Surge using her Focus that does pretty significant tear damage to large machines like Slaughterspines. Environmental storytelling- Seyka’s skiff has at least 2-3 Tiderippers’ worth of parts, meaning she’s been out on her own killing the things to build boat motors, and she has some ambient dialogue that strongly suggests she’s fought and killed Slaugterspines before. Is some of this npc tech advancements in Burning Shores? Maybe, but it feels intentional. 

Seyka has a natural probing curiosity about the old world that for the most part Aloy’s other companions didn’t have without some significant hand-holding from Aloy to get them started, and some of her close friend (but not base team) characters just don’t have at all. I don’t mean this as a moral judgement, everyone is different and has different strengths and priorities , but it’s absolutely critical that a partner for Aloy have that kind of curiosity - it’s such a big part of her character. While she lives in this new world, she’s never going to be entirely a part of it. Like she says, she finds belonging in individuals, and not really the tribes. I don’t really see Aloy settling down in Meridian or Mother’s Heart. She needs to have a life of exploration and discovery and Seyka seems cut from that cloth too, whether she was always that way or being marooned gave her a fresh perspective.

Seyka did risk death using the focus and decided to do it anyway- in Rheng’s notes he calls for capital punishment for her. The threat is never *too* present but honestly I think that’s a broader critique of the series and pretty consistent with the writing of conflicts in Horizon. I agree they could have played up the dramatic tension a bit, but this is a person who weighed the risk of a military execution by a totalitarian state and immediately decided it was worth it to save her sister and others. I think Aloy can intimately relate, given what she went through for Beta.

Even though it’s a DLC, she has a TON of screen time, probably comparable to Kotallo in HFW, and Horizon does SO much storytelling through gameplay and ambient dialogue. I think she’s given a LOT of narrative space to breathe. She’s also has her own musical cues and leitmotifs that do a ton of foreshadowing work through the DLC - in terms of musical cues and framing she’s very associated with the acoustic guitar, and the flute melody in ‘Her Sky, Her Sea’ has for Aloy and Seyka the same function that ‘It Can’t Last’ does for Ellie and Dina in TLOU2 - next time you play Burning Shores, listen for it. That and the guitar cues from ‘The Idea of Home’ and ‘For His Entertainment’ do a lot of emotional work. It’s great stuff.

Okay and lastly- YMMV on this one - I’ve def talked about it with friends before but I don’t think I’ve said it on Tumblr. I’m a firm believer that meta narratives and the way that stories are situated and created in our own world matter and that art deserves to be taken seriously and dissected. I love Horizon, but it, and Aloy as a protagonist, are absolutely drenched in white savior and colonial storytelling tropes. Every time I play Frozen Wilds, all I can think of is Jack Sparrow going “and then they made me their chief”. There’s a lot of iffy stuff in the games, as much as I absolutely love them. We’ll have to see how H3 goes, but Burning Shores is MUCH better about this and honestly Seyka is a huge part of it. The story centers itself on a queer woman of color who is pretty tangibly presented as Aloy’s equal with her own strengths and weaknesses throughout the story and takes the lead just as often if not more than Aloy does, which I find really refreshing. It doesn’t entirely fix Aloy’s white savior issues but I think it’s a really good move for the narrative that continues the themes found in HFW about community and connection.

Horizon Zero Dawn: The Frozen Wilds (2017)

[ripplestitchskein]

The other interesting thing Sinsmas gave hints to are their potential future jobs. This idea that killing indiscriminately, just because you are paid to do it, without considering if the target actually deserves it, being called into question by the narrative leads to a number of interesting possibilities. Millie’s confusion over why they aren’t just doing it indicates this is more than just a one off, it’s a sign of change within the team she is confused and maybe a little frightened by.

Given Blitz’s protective nature, and how often he rescues people in a non-assassin capacity, and given that it seems there is a need for such protection even among Hells invulnerable, I can definitely see them moving towards more security and bodyguard activities in the future. He dismisses it after LooLoo Land “It was a one time thing we did badly” but he’s kind of proven that he isn’t bad at it. And I think it would be far more interesting to see more clients in Hell and what they need protection from than randomly killing people on earth.

For instance: Vassago seems to be a musical performer and Ars Goetia are not impossible to kill as we’ve seen. Verosika forgiving him a bit could have her asking for help which could give us more opportunities to see Tex and maybe Bee. Blitz already preformed that service for Ozzie and Fizz, they might need it again with the threat of Mammon still being an active issue. There are lots of potential avenues to explore this further. Octavia as well has recently made herself a target to Andrealphus, and there are definitely going to be some bonding moments between them, I think her asking Blitz for protection or him offering it could not only be a nice parallel to LooLoo Land but also a way to reconcile that conflict and have them get to know each other better.

Stolas too was given a door towards a future career, Blitz saving the book seemed significant. Someone who loves to read as much as Stolas does, who dwells a lot in fantasy and loves words, and obviously writes for fun and escapism, could go down that path for financial independence. It allows him a degree of anonymity as well. Even better if that is a way of reaching Octavia. I enjoy Secretary Stolas but I also would like Stolas to have his own thing and that seems like a good path. They could even work together, Stolas writing, Blitz illustrating.

These are just spitbally ideas, ones I’ll explore in my own fanfic over the break, but fun to think about.

[madamejadex]

Hello! Your 🐶 anon mentioned a partner a little bit ago... Well here I am! She was the one to show me your wonderful blog!

I'm quite new to domming! Your blog has helped me learn a lot and explore with her!

I come with a question hopefully you are able to answer! She's mentioned "emotional domming" or in a way, non-sexual domming. I really love that idea but nothing comes to my head when thinking of how to do that. What are some ways you have done that?

I would love to be 🧡 anon!

~ Signing off - The Butch to your 🐶 Anon!

Hello, my sweet 🧡, (Yes, that emoji is all yours now. And oh, how perfect, the butch to her puppy. My heart.)

First, let me say how lovely it is to have you here. And how proud I am of your girl for introducing you to my blog, clearly, she has exquisite taste *winks*. You two already sound like a precious pair, and it warms me to know you’re exploring this together.

Now let’s talk about emotional or non-sexual dominance, because yes, absolutely, it’s real, and often one of the most enduring layers of a D/s dynamic.

Dominance doesn’t have to involve rope or spanking or sex (though those are wonderful too). At its heart, dominance is about holding, guiding, leading, and claiming space in someone’s world. And emotional dominance, if done well, can make your submissive feel safe and cherished.

Let me offer you some ideas how it may look like:

🧡 Rituals & Check-Ins Create a ritual that grounds her in your care. Maybe a “good morning, my girl” message. Or having her report how much water she’s had. Or a daily gratitude or self-reflection prompt. It’s not about control, it’s about presence. She feels held, even when you’re not physically near.

🧡 Gentle Rules Assign her a rule that reinforces care: no negative self-talk, she must wear her favorite underwear on Fridays, or write one affirmation for herself each week. When she follows through, praise her. When she forgets, correct her softly. “Ah ah, that’s not how my girl speaks about herself. Try again.”

🧡 Comfort through Control If she’s anxious, overwhelmed, or emotionally dysregulated, guide her. Tell her to sit, breathe, count. Tell her what to wear for comfort. What music to play. Even something as simple as, “Put your head in my lap and breathe. Let me hold you.” That’s Domming. That’s emotional leadership.

🧡 Ownership without EroticismUse phrases like: “You belong to me.” “That’s my good girl.” “I’ll take care of that for you.” Ownership language can be deeply regulating and affirming, even outside of erotic contexts.

🧡 Emotional Correction When she spirals into self-doubt, gently correct her mindset. Say things like: ��That’s not what I expect of my girl. I expect you to treat yourself with care, because you belong to me. And I don’t allow people to disrespect what’s mine, even when it’s you.”

🧡 Silent Structure Give her tasks or structure when she’s overwhelmed: “List three things you’re proud of today and send them to me before bed.” “Pick one thing you’ve been avoiding. Do it for ten minutes. Then check in.” This kind of guidance builds trust and reinforces your leadership.

🧡 Non-Sexual Praise & Reward Spoil her with non-sexual praise: “I’m proud of the way you handled that today.” “That was brave.” “You’re growing beautifully.” And when she meets your expectations? Let her curl up in your lap. Read to her. Offer her something small she loves. You’re reinforcing the connection without sex, just presence and care.

Now, emotional Domming is subtle, but so powerful. It’s the kind of dominance that lingers in your girl’s chest while she brushes her teeth, walks through her day, or falls asleep smiling.

It tells her: “You are mine, even when I’m not touching you.” “I see all of you, and I choose to hold it.”

I hope this helped, and please come back anytime, darling. I’d be honored to help you both grow.

xo Miss Jade

[miainbetween]

( 💡 👜 🏛 🍨 ) for the ask game <3

AHHH okay this might be a hard one because I haven’t been scripting enough for some of these but I’ll try my best. (Actually it was super easy… how knew?) {the ask game}

I’ll be answering for liverpool/better cr.

💡 : what was your first dr and what is currently your main dr? How and why have you made this switch?

I just wanna say: don’t judge me. I know that we’ve all had hogwarts phases because of dracotok and shifttok back in the day aka 2020 but my case I feel like is worse because my first dr was crossover between Hogwarts and the vampire diaries where I was a Michaelson and Klaus was my dad… 🦗🦗 HAHAH, yeah, so I was a tribrid or something. My CR family was some magician family that I think were supposed to help Caroline, who was my mother, to get pregnant with me… I don’t even know anymore. it was all so confusing and so complicated and so unnecessary and I don’t even remember who was my significant other. It might’ve been either Draco or Mattheo. And I remember that I had scripted the abandoned house from the Greatest Showman movie. I still think that was a cool idea though. Actually, now that I think about it, I think I was friends with the malfoys. I honestly don’t remember anymore. It was a very interesting one but it was so complicated and it felt like just a story or like a fantasy in my head and that’s why I chose to not shift there for the first time. Maybe I will in the future but when I have shifted where I wanted to, first.

With Liverpool i’ve tried to be more intuitive with scripting. I haven’t really scripted that much which has kept it within reach? I feel like the only thing that is keeping me a little bit anxious is that I haven’t exactly figured out when to shift first as in how much would our relationship have progressed at the time? But I feel like the trick is to just imagine the moment when I’ll wake up without thinking about the backstory and my subconsciousness will figure everything else out. 

👜 : what’s your house look like? Do you have any roommates or people who live with you? What’s your favorite aspect of your house and why?

Okay, so I don’t know if I should answer this for my own apartment or for max’s because I spent most of my time at his apartment, but I’ll probably answer for both.

For my apartment it’s pretty small one. In a Victorian terrace kind of building. It has a bedroom, living room, kitchen and a bathroom. Everything is very small and sweet almost like inside a doll house but it’s so functional and comfortable. I think that my favourite part of that apartment might be the TV section in the living room because it has a lot of shelves and I have a lot of pictures there and plans, books and other things and it just feels like it holds all of my personality in one place.

For a max apartment I don’t even know where to start. his apartment is this industrial style with a lot of plants (thanks to me) and a lot of natural light. It’s mostly brick, white and grey with some little black accents and maybe dark wood but I don’t know. It just feels so nice and homey there. I think my favourite thing about his apartment is—there are a lot but—the natural light, the authentic artistic feel (he’s a music producer) with the plants as well. And also if we have to talk room-wise it’s probably the bedroom. For no other reason besides the slow mornings, the pillow talk at night and also the breakfast in bed. Now that I think about it.. I probably spend a lot of time in his bed. 

🏛️ : what do you do in your free time? Who are you with? Where do you go?

In my free time when I’m not studying and am not all over max, I am probably reading, exploring a park or a bookstore or a coffee shop or I’m trying to think of new ways to annoy or tease max. I also would be writing or rearranging flowers and plants and watering them.

Sometimes I would go out with my friend Kalina. She is my best friend who is also studying in Liverpool. She’s there for the first time and (the story is long, but I went on the exchange to Liverpool so that she wouldn’t be alone and it was also extra points for me because I’ve always wanted to go abroad) she’s going to stay there but I am on an exchange for only a year and I don’t know how this exchange thing will go because I probably won’t want to go back because doing long distance would kill me but it is what it is. I’ll figure it out later.

🍨 : what are your socials like in your dr? Followers? Username? What do you post?

Honestly, I am not big on socials. I don’t think I would have over 1000 followers. My username is probably the same one that I have here: maria with the initials of my middle and family name. Though I may grow more active or try to be, i’ll probably post just some scenery sometimes. maybe selfies. sometimes maybe Max‘s feet. capturing moments. that kind of stuff. and my little sister would probably slide into my dms and be like “why the fuck did you post that???” but that���s just part of the charm!

this was so fun!!💕

[calicocoffeecafe]

She's My Collar - Ch. 2

Sub!Colin Gray x Goth!Reader (NSFW)

Following that first date, things just looked so promising ~

Since that fateful night with Colin, you two have only been spending more and more time with each other. Inspired by the spot you took him to, Colin showed you around to a few places he liked to go when he needed to be alone. One of them was under a bridge, where you could just sit on the concrete and enjoy the river as it bubbled past. Your dates grew beyond exploration as he took you to various coffeeshops he knew you liked, or would introduce to new ones, trips to the music store to check out their selection of cds, where you were able to add to your collection of post-punk and coldwave that you had built over the last few years, and so much more. Even at school, you two were together whenever you could be. He'd meet up with you between classes to walk you to your next period, despite the fact that it meant he had to hurry to get to his afterwards. You ate lunch together, he started picking you up in the mornings and dropping you off in the afternoons, and he even invited you to a few of his Poetry Club meetings.

It was Thursday, which meant he had a meeting after school. Gathering his things when the bell rang to end the day, he sauntered on over to you so you could come with.

“Ready?” He asked as you slung your backpack over your shoulders.

“Yup,” You smiled at him, reaching a hand out for him to hold as you started making your way to the English classroom where the club met. Walking down the hall, you couldn't help but notice a few of the looks you got from people around you. There were some who seemed surprised, but out of the minimal number of folks who even cared enough to look, they weren't too shocked.

Needy caught up to you both, tapping Colin on the shoulder, a notebook in her arms.

“Hey, Colin, I have an idea for the meeting today.” She seemed a bit excited, though her tone conveyed a touch of uncertainty. Noticing you, she gave a little wave and smile before returning her focus to Colin, who asked her to continue. “We've been doing a lot of reflection on Poe's work these last few meets, and he's great or whatever, but I think what the group needs is some kind of contest. We all write something to submit, and then in maybe two weeks, we have someone be the judge!” The look on her face was bright, clearly this was something she thoroughly enjoyed as a concept. Colin thought about it for a moment, weighing the proposal before voicing his opinion on it.

“I mean, I personally like the sound of that, but who would be our judge?” A fair point to be raised. Needy gave it a quick consideration before realizing that you would be a great option.

“You've been to a good few meetings so everyone knows you, plus, you have experience in expressive literature.” High praise from Needy.

“That could work,” You accepted the offer, seeing how she lit up, clutching her notebook. The three of you walked into the classroom where the meetings were held, most of the members already there, but still waiting on a few stragglers. Needy went ahead and got herself set up by the window, where she usually did, while you and Colin hung towards the back of the room, sitting down next to each other as the final few you were waiting on strolled in.

Ms. Gardiner, lovingly referred to by her students as “Ms. G,” gathered the club's attention, bringing the meeting to an official start. As was always the case, the first ten minutes was a freestyle segment where the members were meant to pull out their notebooks or a piece of paper and write whatever came to their mind. She never collected their writing, but did offer the floor for anyone who wanted to share. You remember Colin shared one about his thoughts on the sensationalism of gossip and how it harmed everyone involved. Ms. Gardiner had given him kudos for his insights into the teenaged psyche.

This time around, he wouldn't even let you see what he was writing, which aroused your suspicion as he wasn't normally the secretive type when it came to his works. Colin let you read a poem he wrote about his internal conflict between his sexual desire for you and his fears of taking that step with someone, so for this to be hidden from you raised a few questions. Regardless, you weren't going to press the issue. Colin would share when he was ready, that much was true, and in the meantime, you could just enjoy your time with him.

When the ten minutes were up, Colin shut his notebook and slipped it back in his bag, gazing at you with a pleased expression and giving your hand a small squeeze. A few members shared their writing, one expressing the wish to know the freedom birds do, another voicing his distaste for pop music, and so on. There wasn't any particular pattern among the students’ poems, which was your favorite part of the freestyle. Ms. Gardiner, after giving all members a chance to share if they wanted, handed the floor over to Needy so she could explain the idea she went over with you and Colin.

Everyone seemed more or less on board, much to Needy's excitement, and they started brainstorming the rules and criteria for their submissions. Needy called you to the front to help give your input on what you felt would be good points to critique.

“Hmm, well, poetry is so subjective, it's tricky to find common aspects to conform to every work. I'd say that if it's genuine to your essence and you feel it's worthy of entry, I'll gladly pick a winner from the lot.” These were guidelines that everyone felt content with, given their snaps in response to your words. Colin looked so happy from where he sat, just admiring his gorgeous girl. Well, uh, not “his” like he owned you or anything, it's not like you were official yet, but like… anyway.

Joining your lover where he sat, Ms. Gardiner went on to say that in two weeks’ time, the judging would take place, meaning everyone had fourteen days to put together their masterpiece. The reward was agreed to be that the winning poem would be displayed in the classroom for others to appreciate, optionally anonymous or not. You could see the cogs in Colin's mind churning away as he brainstormed what he wanted to write about, though you had no doubt in your mind he was going to make something good. He had a way with words that made your dull heart light up with joy. That's when you realized a potential problem with the competition: bias. Your epiphany prompted you to speak out to the group.

“Hey, everyone, when you submit your poem, don't put your name on it, and type it out so I can't tell who wrote it.” You were so smart. Colin loved you.

Uh- wait, um, no, not that, uh…

Shit.

When the meeting came to a close, you and Colin took the opportunity to hang back for a minute on the front steps of the school. It was overcast, so the outside had a nice touch of desaturation to it that was very pleasing to the eye.

“Hey, can I… share something with you?” Colin asked, retrieving his notebook from his backpack.

“Always,” You were wondering if this was what he was writing earlier. Perhaps a surprise for you? You felt excitement simmer beneath the surface of your skin.

“So uh… I wrote you this… and…” Colin took a breath, clearly a bit anxious and frustrated with himself for it. You rubbed his arm, encouraging him to go on and reaffirming he was ok. “I'm just going to read it to you.”

“Were I to reminisce a past that lies ahead,

I would see only the glimpses of euphoria that lie with you.

Being by your side, I feel so sure.

You erase all confusion, and stifle the anxieties I can't subdue.

It would be a great pleasure to stay in your company;

There is no problem you cannot mend.

So, my damsel enshrouded in darkness,

May I call myself your boyfriend?”

With shaking hands, he looked at you, peaking over the paper. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his skull as the question came out. You held a hand over your heart, feeling it flutter and skip a beat.

“I...” It was hard for you to find the words. Colin swallowed, his throat dry.

“I'd like that, Colin.” You placed a hand on his thigh, a sweet smile on your face as you held his gaze. You watched the tension melt off of him as he grinned ear to ear, overwhelmed with joy at your answer.

“Really? You mean it?” His eyes sparkled like the night sky the two of you basked under on that first date. You could only nod an energetic yes before kissing him like you had several times before. It was nothing like any of its predecessors. This was even better.

Sitting together on those stairs, you held hands as you giggled back and forth like a couple of elementary school kids. You both felt so giddy, lighter than air.

That's how it continued to feel whenever you were together, which was nearly all the time, now. In the weeks that followed the afternoon it all became official, life had gained new depth as you exchanged romantic prose back and forth over text during class, snuck kisses in the empty classrooms during free period, quietly slipped out the window to visit him during the wee hours of the night. It truly seemed like he was everything you needed in a boyfriend.

He adored you. Every little thing, it didn't matter what. Colin would go on and on about how perfect you were, both in a full face of makeup or having just woken up. To him, you were beauty incarnate. You'd spend afternoons together after school, only going home when you absolutely had to.

You had him over once, and he let you do goth makeup on him. Needless to say, it was tricky to stay focused because he kept chuckling or being silly and throwing you off. When you finally got the setting spray on him, he was feeling himself to such a degree that you were worried you had created a monster. Colin just stared in the mirror, admiring your work, for what felt like an hour. You took it as high praise for a job well done.

You just felt so yourself with Colin; Colin felt so safe with you.

•♤♡◇♧•

Colin had yet to invite you over to his house until now. It never bothered you much as you figured he likely had good reason, though it did stand out to you, just slightly, as a smidge odd. A month or so into your relationship, he finally asked if you'd like to come over after school. You already knew your parents didn't care, so you weren't worried about asking them. With a resounding yes, the plan was set; instead of taking you home or out after school, he'd bring you to his place.

When the end of the day finally did come along, you felt an eagerness to get out of there, weirdly motivated to see what his house is like. Colin playfully asked why you were in such a hurry as you practically pulled him along by his hand to his car. All you said was that you wanted to get your shoes off already, which wasn't a full lie, but it wasn't the full truth.

On the way there, you felt a surplus of energy that radiated from you into Colin, making him equally pumped to have you in his room for the first time. Well, if his mom would even let you two be in there… eh, problem for a later time.

Pulling into his driveway, you stared at the place where the magic happened. Before you could unbuckle your seatbelt, Colin gave you a warning.

“Listen, I just want you to know before you go in there that my mom is a bit… odd. She means well, but if she acts uncouth, don't take it personally. She's crazy religious, is what I'm saying.” Well, perhaps you should not have worn your shirt with a massive pentacle on it, today. Too bad, you wanted in.

“I'm sure it'll be fine,” You dismissed his concerns but trusted he was only looking out for you. Shockingly enough, you were a hit with parents. Sure, Jennifer's mom nearly fainted when she first saw you, but she came around…. Eventually.

“I hope so,” Colin murmured, a slight worry in his eye as he unbuckled and grabbed his bag, getting out of the car. Following his lead, you entered the house after him, taking your shoes off and leaving them by the door as he instructed. From the other room, his mother, Jill, called out to him.

“Hi, Colin! Did you have a good day at school?” She sounded like she had definitely seen her fair share of troubles, her voice a tad raspy.

“Yeah, mom, it was ok.” Colin responded. They continued their little chat while you took the opportunity to look around the house from where you stood. You were seeing a lot of crosses, which wasn't uncommon in the goth scene, but certainly a little off-putting when pictures of the virgin Mary are right next to family photos on the wall.

Alright, Colin wasn't kidding, you thought.

“Here, she's just in the dining room,” Colin whispered to you, taking your hand in his as he guided you to the dining room. “Mom, I got someone I'd like you to meet.” He informed her.

“Oh! And who might that be-” The two of you stood across the room from her as she stared you dead in the eyes. You weren't one to get chills from something as minimal as a stare, but there was a cold, scrutinizing aspect to the way her eyes tore into your very being.

“H-Hi, Mrs. Gray,” You waved, your hand shaking with nerves as you felt yourself get noticeably warmer.

“Hello, uh…” Colin fed her your name, with which she finished her greeting. Never did your name sound so haunting. That woman gave you a serious case of the willies.

“Alright, we'll be in my room if you need anything,” Colin tugged you away from her before either of you had the chance to say anything further. Hurrying up the stairs, you couldn't even take in the details of the house.

“I don't think she liked me,” You acknowledged, a hint of defeat in your voice.

“All things considered, that's one of her better reactions. You should have seen how she reacted when she saw my friend, Razor. He had more metal in his face than a cyborg.” Opening the door to his room, you dwelled on how his mother seemed so disturbed by you. It took Colin waving in your face to get you to snap out of your stupor.

“Hey, don't worry about her, ok? I know she's intimidating, but I promise you're not going to be impaled with a wooden stake.” He sat on his bed, patting next to him to invite you to join him. Taking a deep breath, you went ahead and let yourself forget about that freaky woman for now and took the side of your lover.

His room was more or less what you imagined it would be: posters all over the wall, various band stuff, a cd and vinyl collection, a vintage boombox, a little computer set-up, and just the general mess of a teenage boy's room. It was cozy. His walls were a deep shade of gray, which you made a joke about that he had already heard a thousand times by other people he had over.

“You're so funny,” He quipped sarcastically.

“I know,” You smiled, snuggling him close and letting out a relaxed sigh. This was nice.

The two of you had shifted to a lying down position, much more relaxed and comfortable. You had your head resting on his pillows while Colin had his arms around your waist and his leg slung over yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck, breathing in your perfume. Rubbing his back gently, you chuckled at how cute he was like this, all cuddly and cozy. The best part about this position was that you were acutely aware of how his cock was pressed against your thigh the entire time. Any jostle or shift caused sparks to rush to Colin's head, and he was very much failing to keep his mind at bay. You found his plight delicious.

Trailing your hand up to the back of his head, you scratched the nape of his neck. He shivered, tilting his head to look at you, seeing that hungry flame in your eye, burning just beyond the horizon.

“Colin?”

“Yeah..?”

“Take those fucking pants off.”

He was so good at following orders that the next thing either of you knew, you had him pinned to his bed, your mouth assaulting the side of his neck as he bit back all the moans and whimpers that threatened to escape. Colin didn't want to risk his mom hearing your antics, but all you could think about was how he squirmed in such a titillating way when you bit down on his neck and sucked the bite. He whispered your name, his voice hoarse with need.

“Shhh, don't speak. I only want to hear the sounds you can't control.” Colin felt himself get light-headed hearing you whisper that in his ear as your hand traveled up under his shirt. “We can stop at any time, ok?” You added for good measure. All he could do was nod and gulp, the blood not going to his brain enough to give you an intelligent answer.

You could feel his now raging erection against yourself as you straddled his lap, continuing to leave bruise after bruise on the sensitive skin of his neck. Colin was on cloud 9, intoxicated by how you took control of him. You'd whisper something for him to do and he did it, no questions asked. It felt so good to not think, to not have to worry about what was going to come next. He trusted you to lead him through fire.

“Colin,” You purred, grinding down on his cock and drinking in the way he shuddered under you, his eyes shutting at the sensation. Wow, he was so starved for contact that the minimal friction provided from that motion made his hips buck. How pathetic. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He whined, the thought of you taking him all the way being the only thing to occupy his mind.

After tugging off your shorts and panties, leaving on the oversized shirt, you pulled his underwear down, revealing the cock that begged for your touch. You watched a pearl of precum form at the tip just to flow down his throbbing shaft. You licked your lips at the sight. Colin was losing his mind seeing how you stared so intently at his rod.

Placing your hands on his thighs, you pressed gentle, teasing kisses onto his cock and balls, driving the point home that he was your plaything. Colin bit his lips together from the inside, trying to muffle himself as best as he could, but nothing would have prevented the sharp hitch in his breath that came as you dragged your teeth along the head. Fuck, it hurt him so good. Your soft lips left a kiss on his slit, a trail of pre coming with you as you pulled away, but only a few inches so as to keep the string connected. Colin murmured various obscenities at the sight of your face so close to his cock, a strand of pre connecting the two.

You figured he'd had enough and showed the poor guy some mercy. It was time for a new position. You swapped places with Colin and wrapped your legs around his hips, showing him exactly where you wanted him to be. Colin, with shaky hands, lined himself up to your folds, running his tip over the delicate skin and relishing the feeling. You let out a hum of approval, finding enjoyment in the action just enough to warrant its allowance for a moment.

With a pull of your legs, his tip slipped in and he let out a gasp followed by a soft groan. You bit your lip as he breached your pussy, feeling how his hardware really made itself at home in your box. Colin buried his face in the crook of your neck once more, wrapping his arms around you in a hug, and slowly slid the rest of himself inside. Fuck, it felt so good. Fuck.

You sighed in pleasure, your hands on his back as you encouraged him onwards, “That's a good boy, Colin.” You cooed in his ear as he began to rock in and out of you at a gentle pace, as if he were scared to do too much too soon and finish before you had the chance to. How romantic.

“Nice and easy, for me,” You coached, letting your bodies develop their natural rhythm as his strokes grew more confident, taking your orders to heart. His motions evolved to be smoother as you went on, less timid, less afraid. Colin huffed into your neck, fully enveloped by you, both physically and emotionally. You were a drug to him. A dragon he'd chase for the rest of his life if he could.

“You're doing so well, baby. That's my good boy,” If you kept speaking like that, he was going to burst. However, instead of saying that, he just whimpered in response, letting you know how you affected him so deeply. You grasped his hair in a tight fist, feeling the approach of that all-too-familiar thrill.

“I'm getting close, baby, think you can make it?” Colin let out a desperate noise into your shoulder that told you he was closer than you were. “Just hold it, baby, be my good boy. I know you can do it.”

Colin bit down onto your shoulder, trying so hard to do anything but cum. It was the only thing his body wanted to do, so to keep it in was borderline torture for him. Just his luck, that bite sent you over the edge as your cunt clamped and convulsed around him, the bliss of your orgasm rolling over your body in waves of ecstasy.

He unloaded inside you instantly.

Rope after rope, pump after pump, sloppy thrust after sloppy thrust. When both of you had finally come down from the beautiful apex of your climaxes, he slumped down on top of you, beyond spent. Colin peppered little kisses along your collarbone, rubbing your back as he let himself bathe in the afterglow.

“Good job, baby. You did so well,” You comforted him, knowing that was hard, but very proud of his abilities to withhold from bursting too soon. Taking the duty of cleanup upon yourself, you grabbed a few tissues from his nightstand and wiped up the mess as best you could, throwing the evidence away and putting your clothes back on. Such a kind woman, you even redressed Colin. He was a puddle on that bed, his mind still blank from everything you just did.

Considering the physical activity you just did, you figured it would be a good idea to fetch some water for both of you. You checked your reflection to make sure you looked more or less the same as when you came up, then made your way downstairs. This house must have been made well because there was not a single creaky floorboard in the mix. It was almost uncanny.

Looking around the kitchen, you opened the fridge to see plastic bottles of water sitting on the bottom shelf. You grabbed two and turned on your heels, ready to return to your lover. Only, when you made your 180, Jill was at the door, arms crossed, expression stern.

“I don't want you dating my son.” She stated firmly. You felt your stomach drop.

“W-What..?” You asked.

“It's bad enough he's listening to that devil music, but running around with a whore like you, dressed like one of Satan's concubines? Unacceptable. You are to break up with him at once.”

No… No… This wasn't real. You had fallen asleep upstairs, yeah, that was it. You were-

“I can't do that,” You spat back, feeling tears behind your eyes.

“It's either you break up with him, or I pull him out of that school. Disgraceful, named after the devil, what were they thinking? It's no wonder temptresses run amok, they invited the devil in.”

You felt dizzy. She couldn't be serious right now. Take him out of school? But it was so close to the end of the year…

“That… you can't-” Jill cut you off.

“I can and will, young lady. The choice is yours to make, but come tomorrow, I better not see you two cavorting again. Understood?” All you could do was nod, your lips curling as you fought back the tears that threatened to break free.

“I think it would be best if you left.” Jill stepped aside, allowing you to pass her and leave as she instructed. With weak legs and a queasy stomach, you stumbled to the front door, pulled your shoes on, and left. You left your backpack in his room, but thankfully you kept your phone on you. With faith that he would bring your stuff to you come Monday, you called your dad to come pick you up, the tears now flowing freely down your face.

What were you supposed to do, now?

~ ° +. ⛤ .+ ° ~

Part 2 of 3

[sxcretricciardo]

Improbable guests - Marc Marquez

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The studio was smaller than you’d expected—cozy, dimly lit, with colorful LED lights bordering the ceiling. The walls were plastered with posters of previous podcast guests: athletes, actors, musicians, even astronauts. You were no stranger to interviews, but this was different. The podcast, Duality, was known for pairing two extremely famous guests from completely opposite careers, with the goal of exploring unexpected common ground.

You were a globally recognized singer, someone who’d gone from viral covers on social media to selling out arenas. He—Marc Márquez—was a legend in MotoGP, known for his daring maneuvers on the track and his boyish charm. You’d never met him, though you’d heard of his impressive career and seen flashes of him in interviews.

What could a singer and a MotoGP champion possibly have in common?

You were about to find out.

The host, Ana Reyes, greeted you both in the green room, her signature bold lipstick and oversized glasses in place. “This is going to be a fun one,” she said with a grin. “You two are so different on paper, but I have a feeling you’ll surprise us.”

Marc turned to you with a polite smile and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’ve heard your music before—‘Midnight Heart’ is one of my favorites. My sister made me listen to it so many times that now I actually like it.”

You laughed as you shook his hand. “That’s a relief. I’ll have to thank your sister.”

Once inside the studio, you both sat on opposite ends of a wide couch, microphones adjusted, headphones on. Ana introduced the show with her usual energy.

“Today, we’re pairing two absolute powerhouses: one rules the charts, the other dominates the track. Please welcome international music sensation Y/N and eight-time world champion Marc Márquez!”

You smiled at the camera while Marc offered a playful salute.

Ana leaned forward. “Alright, let’s kick things off. First question—what’s something about your job that people completely misunderstand?”

You glanced at Marc, giving him the floor.

He chuckled. “People think MotoGP is just riding fast bikes. But it’s more than that. There’s strategy, mental endurance, reading the bike, reading the other riders… It’s not just speed. It’s survival.”

You nodded. “I get that. For me, it’s the assumption that being a singer is just fun and glamorous. But there’s so much vulnerability. Writing lyrics, performing night after night, living in hotel rooms… You kind of lose touch with reality sometimes.”

Marc tilted his head. “Sounds a bit like race season. Every weekend, a new place, new pressures. You can’t lose focus.”

You smiled. “I guess we’re both adrenaline junkies in different ways.”

Ana grinned. “I love where this is going.”

⸻

Later in the episode…

The conversation flowed more naturally as time passed. You found yourself leaning in more, laughing at Marc’s stories of near-crashes and childhood motocross rivalries with his brother. He laughed at your tale of forgetting your lyrics mid-performance in front of 20,000 fans.

Ana smirked as she shuffled her cue cards. “Okay, here’s a fun one. Let’s say you two switch lives for a week. Marc, you’re now a pop star. Y/N, you’re a MotoGP rider. What’s the first thing you do?”

Marc glanced at you. “If I had your voice, I’d definitely go into a recording studio and just… sing sad songs until I cried. Is that what you do?”

You burst out laughing. “Close. I write the sad songs, cry while writing them, and then cry again during the performance.”

He nodded seriously. “That’s emotional cardio.”

You grinned. “If I were you, I’d definitely take the bike for a spin—but I’d probably crash before I got out of the pit lane.”

“You wouldn’t even make it out of the garage,” he teased.

Ana interjected with a laugh. “I’m sensing some real chemistry here. Have you two ever met before?”

You both shook your heads.

“Never,” Marc said, glancing sideways at you with a smirk. “But maybe we should’ve.”

⸻

After the official recording ends…

The cameras stopped rolling, but the energy between you remained. You took off your headphones and stretched, noticing Marc watching you.

“You know,” he said, “I expected this to be a bit awkward. I thought we’d run out of things to say after ten minutes.”

“Same,” you replied honestly. “But it was… fun.”

He picked up his water bottle, swirled it absentmindedly. “You’re actually really interesting. You don’t give off the ‘pop diva’ vibe I expected.”

You raised a brow. “Pop diva? Should I be offended?”

He laughed. “I mean it in the nicest way. I expected you to be a bit… I don’t know. Untouchable. But you’re easy to talk to.”

Your cheeks warmed a little. “Thanks. I thought you’d be more… macho. Intense. You’re surprisingly sweet.”

There was a pause. A beat.

“Would you want to get coffee sometime?” he asked, eyes not leaving yours.

You smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

⸻

A week later, the podcast airs.

Clips go viral. One in particular—where you and Marc laugh uncontrollably after Ana suggests you record a song together called Fast Lane Love—hits over a million views in a day. Fans flood your social media with comments like:

Why do I ship this??

These two had CRAZY chemistry.

Marc and Y/N collab WHEN?!

You post a photo the day after the podcast release—just a blurry coffee cup, a bike helmet, and two sets of sunglasses on a café table.

The caption?

“Opposites… maybe not so opposite after all.”

[whorediaries-09]

hey, could you write a one shot where Sirius, as his playboy self, had sex with y/n, dates her for a week, and his cocky demeanor thought y/n would plead for them to talk after the week, but it's like she ACTUALLY knew what she was getting herself into, so she's accepted the fact that they broke up, and Sirius is like "huh? she's not desperate? how does that work?" and then ANGST with a happy ending please i need this

womanizer

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- angst, 18+ content, drinking, hints at sexual assault. a/n- man has me in a chokehold

ps- trying to write more dialogue heavy fics, so a bit different than usual.

masterlist

to think that I would be a victim, not another say it, play it, how you want it but no way I'm never gonna fall for you, never you, baby

it's not an act of public humiliation, or embarrassment for you as sirius had expected when you catch him with his tongue down some other guy's throat. instead you smirk, taking a swig of your drink, swaying your hips to the music, walking towards your group of friends. sirius wipes saliva off his lips, his fingers gripping tight around his glass of firewhiskey.

lily rolls her emerald eyes, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to her, whispering into your ear,

'weren't you guys dating?' she enquires, her tone weaved with curiosity.

'me and the puppy dog?' you chuckle, arching your eyebrow.

'yeah?'

'oh, yeah, for a week. but he likes to lap dance on everyone's dicks and pussies doesn't he?'

she chuckles at your statement, the throaty laugh filling your ears. you smile, taking a seat on the soft plushy sofa, your ass sinking into the cushion comfortably. it's no surprise to you that sirius would have sex with you, whimper false praises of affection while ramming his cock into you, take you on dates just to leave you. you knew what he was like, bold and extravagantly handsome. he was a fucking womanizer, a player of hearts, with girls and boys falling to their knees with every swagger of his step. it was no hushed secret that the man was good in the bedroom, because he knew what he was doing, and neither was he afraid to explore the different spectrums of sex. he was charming, and if you were honest, you thought he could charm even a brick wall.

his charm you could resist, but the way he fucked? oh lord you so couldn't resist that.

you feel the sofa sinking beside you, a scent of cedar and marijuana tantalizing your nostrils.

'hi james,' you acknowledge his presence. he smiles, pouring you a drink in your glass. you arch your eyebrow,

'this shit non-alcoholic?' you question.

'drink up to find out won't you?' he offers you a shit eating grin. you smirk,

'that won't be very fun,'

'we'll see about that....i'll get padfoot to check upon you if you get a hangover,' he replies, his shoulders dancing to the beat of the music. you ruffle with his curly hair,

'nope, that puppy dog's too busy shoving his damned tongue down everyone's throat,'

he winces, before cursing. 'again?'

'yeah,'

'doesn't it bother you? i mean he was shoving your fingers into you yesterday in class and now he's out there making out with other people,'

you laugh, patting his shoulder.

'i know what he's like,'

you're not sure whether his face turns red because of your statement, for sheer embarrassment for his friend or because lily catches his eye, swaying her hips with mary's and drinking away endless shots of tequila. somehow the marauders had manipulated lily to sneak in 'muggle alcohol' within the walls of hogwarts without getting her head girl reputation and pride tarnished.

'smoke pot?' he asks, gritting his teeth as lily flaunts her lovely red hair, batting her eyelashes before wrapping them around mary's neck and dancing away to the music that fills the common room. james had finally gotten his chance with lily, after she'd said yes for a date....but the both of them weren't on exclusive terms. at least no labels of being in a relationship.

you smile, 'get ya girl. she'd doing it to get your attention potter,'

his eyes brighten under the dim lights and he scoots away to his 'lily-flower', on a mission to steal her from mary.

you continue taking sips from the drink james had poured in for you. while you usually kept away from alcoholic drinks, you needed one tonight. the party felt warm and stuffy, with your friends gone away to enjoy the presence of their lovers or hook-ups. it was too much, the sight of sirius making out with someone who wasn't you. it wasn't something you should've been bothered about, but he took up a space in your head which you just couldn't escape from.

it was a strong dose of alcohol. it got you filtering your tension through a few sips, loosening your senses and anxiety. very soon you'd found yourself hazing away from the line of reality and dreams, your eyes deciphering blonde curls before you fell asleep, you head slack on a muscular shoulder.

*****

'god why can't you fucking leaving me just alone?' you scream with wrath, a strange tiring feeling consuming your insides, the sunlight trepid on your face, as you turn to face the window of your dorm.

'because you're hungover. did you know malfoy actually try touch you yesterday night?' sirius answers, his hand shaking from anger he bottles up inside him. tears well into your eyes, soreness clinging you from within as you bite your lip, you face still hidden.

'why do you even care?' you turn around.

his eyes widen, the gray in his eyes darkening at the thought that you thought he didn't care about you.

'why, why, why? you slept with me, whispered fake promises and shit and now you're acting up, as if you fucking give a shit,'

'i do give a shit about you! even if i didn't fucking love you so much, i would've given a shit because no one deserves to be touched in a nonconsensual manner.'

your eyes widen, as you spit loathe for the words of foul lies he throws from his pretty lips. you're burning red with anger and confusion,

'shut the fuck up. you don't love me. you had your tongue down some random dude's throat last night and now you're spewing fucking bullshit about loving me,'

'i do love you.' he says, as if fighting a nightmare.

'bullshit honey, if you loved me you wouldn't have done what you chose to do last night,'

'i do fucking love you! god i was so scared of getting attached to you, of gaining feelings for you, but somewhere when we started dating, i realized i had always liked-god loved you! it was so scary, i got fucking drunk and pissed at myself. james told me that i was sitting on the bathroom floor, crying with one sock on. he told me i could mumble nothing but your name and how scary it was in my head to fall for you!'

'if you loved me you wouldn't have pulled such a cowardly move sirius. just leave me alone.' you whisper.

'no, i love you, i'm not walking away. i'm gonna prove how much a love you.' he says, with each step walking closer to you. his warm breath fans over your already heated face, as he holds your face, his thumb gliding over the back of your ear.

'please,' he whispers, almost like a beg. you feel his eyes scan your face, as you hold the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him close to your face. you brush his lips against yours,

'on your knees. now,' you demand. his mouth slacks open at your demanding tone, his knees wobbling as you lock eyes with him.

'if you want to prove you love me, you've to do what i say. on your knees,' you whisper. he grabs your thighs, slowly moving down upon his knees, still maintaining the eye contact with you. you bend down, grabbing his raven locks,

'come on puppy, do what you do the best.'

his finger twirls around the cotton of your underwear, pulling it down your thighs. you feel your knees weaken as his tongue prods at your clit, sucking upon the sensitive bud. you whimper, rotating your hips against his face, his stubble scratching against your inner thighs, his breath hot on your mound. his finger enters your pussy, stretching you open.

'f-fuck, you feel so good,' you praise, feeling the coil of orgasm building inside you. it's like a ferocious fire, the touch and twirl of his tongue haunting your pleasures.

'go on, go on, make me fucking cum,' you demand, while you rub yourself on his tongue. he moans against your pussy, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy of need that drives you crazy. your orgasm comes ripping apart, as your thighs shake and you feel release coating his face.

he stands up, smiling, his chin glistening with your juices. he grabs you by your throat, pushing you on your bed. in a swift move, he's gotten out of his pants, freeing his thick, long and hard cock.

'i'm a slave for your love,' he says, before ramming his whole cock into you, splitting you open, swallowing up your moans and whimpers with his mouth upon yours. he's consuming you, abusing your pretty little hole, ramming into you, pinning you onto your mattress. his teeth glide down upon your neck, marking pretty spots on the skin, before opening the buttons of your shirt with his teeth, freeing your breasts. his moves his hips with yours in a rhythmic manner like he's got your body memorized. it's maniacal, the way he has explored you, the way he hits your g-spot so perfectly with each thrust.

it's not long before you feel the familiar feeling of burning up, gnawing coil bubbling inside you. you feel like you're going mad,

'oh-god-fucking shit, sirius!' you scream, as he groans, his finger circling your clit with the perfect amount of friction you liked. his tongue latches on your nipple, ramming into you with full force, like a symphony of imprinting the 'bullshit' of him loving you into your head. he feels your cunt tightening around his cock,

'i-i fucking love you. you got that?' he asks, pushing into your guts, even deeper with every word that slips out of his mouth.

'y-yes-you love me! god- i'm so close,' you scream, cumming around his cock, his seed spilling into your warm cunt simultaneously. there's a beat of silence that hangs as the both of you pant, sweat clinging upon your chests. your eyes are locked, it's as if you're speaking with your eyes, before he falls on you, his lips intertwined with yours.

[southernbelllle]

also I’d love to see some hcs or crack of them #lighten up the spr fandom

Saving Private Ryan Modern/Crack-ish Headcannons

Including: Miller, Horvath, Reiben, Mellish, Jackson, Wade, Caparzo, and Upham

AN: Yay! First SPR headcannons post! I had so much fun writing these. I wrote a lot for some, and a bit for others. Don't worry if I didn't get to explore your fave this go round. I'll deep dive to them soon I promise. Also, HIHIIIIIII DIANAAAAAA!!!

Miller has a giant iPad that is only used for either watching videos of people opening packs of baseball cards or reading random clickbait articles with size 36 font. He also has a pair of +1.25 readers he wears when he does decide to read on it. He only has two apps, Facebook (for marketplace,) and camera (so he can take pictures of things he's selling on marketplace.)

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Horvath has a sweatshirt that says, “Uncles Greatest Gift.” No one quite understands what exactly he means by that. Reiben believes that his uncle got it for him, therefore insinuating the Horvath is his Uncles Greatest Gift. Mellish thinks that maybe he bought it for a nephew and never gave it to him. The matter is so fleeting however that no one remembers to ask Horvath about it.

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Speaking of Reiben, he downloaded OnlyFans because one of his favorite car youtubers was offering exclusive car content on the website. One day, he left his laptop open and Carpazo immediately spotted the website being on screen and called it out. He swore up and down that it was just for more exclusive car content. That only seemed to make the teasing from Carpazo and Mellish worse.

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Mellish is NOT innocent though. His mother sent him a care package filled with all sorts of necessities. One of them being a lip oil that was scented like strawberry shortcake. He didn’t give it much thought at first, but later found out that it actually did make his lips more moisturized, as well as cover up the smoke smell. So, he used it. He made a habit out of sneaking away after having a smoke with the group to apply the oil. Wade followed him one time, curious as to what exactly Mellish was trying to escape from, and he found a puckered Mellish applying the oil with his eyes closed. Wade cackled and called everyone over. “Mellish is putting on lipstick!” Jackson would shout. “It’s a lip oil! It’s unpigmented!” Mellish would return. He never did quite live that one down.

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Oh, bumpkin boy Jackson, lord have mercy on all of our souls. This man knows every line dance to emerge from the American south. The music at the church potluck remained the same throughout his years of growing up there. The cotton eyed Joe is so entranced in his soul that sometimes, when the group is just standing, he’ll click his heels together or subtly gyrate his hips. It weirds everyone out.

He can’t really help it though, since he’s pretty much banned from every Honky Tonk on Nashville’s main drag. Word of Public intoxication combined with public urination charges travels fast down here.

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Wade’s mom dropped him off at a public beach while she went to work one time. He had a blast. He dug holes in the sand, he caught tiny minnows with a net. The perfect beach day for a little boy. Wade was especially obsessed with pirates as a kid, all of the exploration that came with such a job intrigued him immensely. He even had a little wade sized pirate hat he’d sported. So, when he decided he’d enough of the simple pleasures of the beach, he decided he needed to go on a pirate adventure. He walked and walked until he found a small roped off area. He cut under the rope and looked around to see no one else around him. In a panic, he ran until he found someone. Unfortunately, the first person he found was an old man wondering the beach. A naked, old man wondering the beach. His pirate adventure led him to a secluded nudist beach. After an awkward call from the old man’s phone to his mom, she never let him wonder alone in public again. He threw his pirate hat out and slept in bed with her that night.

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Caparzo has a secret tiktok account where he dons a gorilla mask and grey sweatpants and does that “dancing every day until I get a girlfriend trend.” He has around 50k followers and averages a pretty good like to comment ratio. He is on day 1,379 and has no intention of stopping anytime soon. He's never missed a day.

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Lastly, and most meekly, sweet little Upham. Upham was a very quiet kid in school. He didn’t make much noise or make an effort to participate in clubs. What he did put his heart into however, was the daily writing prompted that his 6th grade language arts teacher would assign the class. The prompt one morning was just “Fat lady Little Boy.” Feeling particularly inspired this day, he wrote about a fat lady who stepped into an elevator, and everyone had stepped out because of her body odor. The little boy was the only one who stayed. After the two talked, the little boy tells her that she’s his long-lost son. She believed him, and the two embraced in a hug. He was so proud of his story. He was even chosen to present the piece to the class after a few others. Every other student’s story, however, were tales of fat witches who ate boys, and large whales ingesting sailors. It was at this point he learned just how soft ant tender his heart is. He went home and just stared at himself in the mirror after school that day.

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I lowkey did not proofread this so if anything is like incoherent sorry OOPS.

[cwritesforfun]

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader: Dating the Dunne Sister

You're Billy's twin and Graham's sister:)

Y/N = Your First Name Dunne = Your Last Name Narrator = Julia Dunne (but Narrator for sake of the story)

**** the timeline is going to seem weird lol but I'm just writing what I want to write lol

Narrator: Could you just introduce yourself, Auntie? Y/N: Of course, sweetie. Hi, I'm Y/N! I'm Billy's twin sister and Graham's older sister. Narrator: Could you tell us what growing up with Graham and Billy was like? Y/N: Sure, I can. My mother, Marlene, was kind and protective of us. She wanted us to have a good life and at first, she hated that my brothers wanted to pursue music. She didn't see the point in it. But when she heard them and saw their love of music, she was all in and even would make band t-shirts for all the moms. Hank, well, Billy idolized him. I thought he was cool, but something felt off about him. He disappeared and it didn't really matter to me because my mom raised me not him. I was fine. Billy was always controlling and stubborn, but I still loved him. He took over Graham's band by his third practice with them. I listened to them occasionally and they were talented. Eddie, Warren, and Chuck only saw me as Billy's twin so they stayed away from me. They thought that if they even talked to me, Billy would be mad. I once tried to audition for their band and Billy said they had no need for a female voice then said that my style of music didn't fit with them. Graham told me once that if it was his band, he would've let me stay. They were annoying and I spent many of my teenage years mad at them for not letting me join. Eddie: For the record, I do think we should have let Y/N join the band. She was a talented singer and she had this effortless groove as she sang. It made you want to keep watching and never stop. Billy: I don't regret telling Y/N she couldn't join. Not at all.

Narrator: So, could you tell everyone how you were the reason that the Six got their record deal? Y/N: I don't think I would say that. Narrator: Everyone else did. Y/N: Oh well then, that's really nice of them... So I moved to Los Angeles right when I graduated high school for college. I wanted to move away from my family and this California college offered me financial aid to afford tuition. So I studied business management and got a real estate license for California. As I studied for my degree, I needed a creative outlet, so I joined a band with my friends and we had small gigs at bars or on campus every weekend. I usually sang or played guitar, but I could also play the keyboard and clarinet if we needed it. The other members of the band were 3 girls that I met in my astronomy class. We became instant friends and named our group the Sista Sirens because we loved Greek mythology. We wanted to explore different genres, so we played a bit of everything! We sang rock covers or popular songs at bars when it started getting crowded to keep people interested or tipping. It worked well in our favor and we were discovered by Teddy Price of Runner Records. He signed us and we started creating an album. That's around when my brothers told me they were moving to Los Angeles to pursue their music. I hadn't even told them that I had started pursuing music because well, I was nervous. So they showed up and they started playing some gigs. I would attend a few and sit front row cheering them on. I told Teddy that they had real potential and a new sound, which intrigued him. I sent Teddy their way and they managed to get an audition. Narrator: How did they take the news that you pursued music and had a record deal? Y/N: They were proud and jealous. When they found out, they were calm and cool. Later, Billy was upset that I was stealing his thunder and about how he wanted to work for his record deal not get it because of me. I didn't think it mattered because the audition didn't automatically mean a record deal, he still had to win Teddy over. I was just helping him get his foot in the door and this audition meant he could get closer to living his dream of performing music live for big crowds. The rest of the band had no problem with me helping them out.

Your plan to reveal your record deal and music career was simple: Before the audition started for the Dunne Brothers, the Sista Sirens would be rehearsing and you'd play your music as they walked in to surprise them. You hear Teddy from the sound booth exclaim, "Ok, so we have the Dunne Brothers standing with me in the booth now. Sista Sirens, let's hear track one from the top to show this group the talent of Runner Records." You count off your band and play your first song. Teddy says, "Amazing job, that's it for your rehearsal today. I think we have a solid take here. Y/N, come on back!" You place your guitar in its case and carry it into the sound booth, where your siblings stare at you with their mouths wide open in shock. You laugh, settle your case next to you, and say, "Hi, brothers." Billy moves forward to hug you first then Graham. Warren then hugs you followed by Eddie. Eddie says as he hugs you, "I suppose we have you to thank for this. Thank you." You nod and smile. At least someone knew to be thankful. You notice a girl standing with them and ask, "Hi, I'm Y/N Dunne. What's your name?" She answers, "Karen Sirko and I play the keyboard. Nice to meet another Dunne." Teddy says, "You know, Y/N talked you all up. She said you had real potential and a new sound. She's in one of my most promising bands, so I can't wait to hear your sound. You have her to thank for this and I only heard one thank you from your lot. This is not a good start." You laugh and say, "And it wasn't from my brothers, so thank you, Eddie. And brothers, I love you." You notice Eddie blush and smile. Warren shoves him and you laugh. You love this band even if they can be difficult.

While the Dunne Brothers set up, you tell Teddy, "Their name is confusing, don't you think?" He laughs and says, "It is. Two of them are Dunnes and the rest are not. By the way, why didn't you join the band?" You answer, "I actually auditioned, but Billy said I couldn't join. He didn't want a female voice and he thought my music didn't match with the music he wanted to play. I also don't like their leadership styles... and I don't think siblings plus work are a good combo." He laughs and asks, "Good to know. Are you staying?" You answer, "No, the Sista Sirens have an interview later today. I have to get ready and soundcheck. You can call me to either thank me or scold me on how I was wrong later though." He laughs and you both hug.

Narrator: I guess we know that Teddy signed them. Y/N: We do and we know that they changed their name. Narrator: How were the early days of the Six for you? And was your band friends with them? Y/N: My band was like family to the Six and it made sense because 2 members were my literal family. I would go to most of their parties because my band loved their parties and they loved their house. We stayed in a 4 person apartment to save a little bit of money. Parties were a great excuse to see Camila who was so sweet and she felt like the sister I never had. I loved hanging out with her at parties. The Six went on tour with their first album and I was so proud of them. I got to see one of their shows, but my band also was touring around the same time, so I didn't get to support them as much as I would have liked. They saw one of my band's shows too and they seemed to enjoy themselves. But then during the tour, Graham called me and said that Billy went to rehab. It terrified me that I didn't know how bad he was doing and I wanted him to be okay. We had recently disagreed about touring before he left because he wanted me to make sure I was safe. We may have disagreed from time to time, but we were looking out for each other. I love my brothers. I didn't talk to most of the Six for the rest of my tour. But then they started recording album number two and I started recording album number two. Narrator: What did you think of Daisy Jones? Y/N: I had met Daisy in the studio before and she was a feature on one of our songs. We wrote a song about loneliness together, it was somber and beautiful. Teddy cried the first time he heard it live. Daisy and I celebrated at a wine bar. It was great. Narrator: So you were a fan of Daisy? Y/N: Yeah she was crazy talented. I do also think she was wild and I didn't go out with her a lot for that reason. She stressed me out because I wanted to look out for her and she just wanted to have fun. Narrator: Isn't this around when you and Eddie started dating? Y/N: Haha yeah as they were recording album number two, they partied a lot and at their Halloween party, that's when I started dating Eddie. The Halloween party of 1975 thrown by the Six was one for the books, haha.

Your band had decided to dress up as sirens with turquoise outfits, horns, and lots of dramatic make-up. It was your best costume yet.

You pull up to the party with 2 packs of beer and a pack of soda. You walk in and you feel the eyes on your band. You knew it was good, but that good? Idk haha!

You see Billy and Camila matching causing you to smile. They see you, hug you, and Camila says, "Wow you are all stunning. You also brought drinks, thank you." You reply, "I did, yes. Billy, you might want to get some soda before it's all taken." He smiles and thanks you.

Camila leads you over to Karen and Karen gasps at your costume. Karen exclaims, "Oh wow, this costume is amazing. You look so gorgeous." You thank her and say, "I love your costume as well." Camila says, "We have something we want to ask you." You ask, "Ok what?" Karen asks, "What do you think of Eddie? Like would you date him?" You laugh and ask, "I do think he's attractive and I would date him, but my brothers would freak out." Camila smiles and says, "This is too good to be true. Come on, he like likes you, girl. He talked about your band all tour and would make the driver turn up the radio if your music came on. He kind of annoyed your brothers by talking about your achievements... Look, he's with Warren, Graham, and some random girls right now. You and Karen should go over to interrupt. Graham won't care about what you're up to if Karen is there, trust me. He likes her too much." You laugh and ask, "And Karen, what do you think of my brother?" Karen answers, "He's cute, but I'm not looking for a relationship and I think he is." You nod and reply, "Well just let him down easy then." Karen nods.

You and Karen strut over to the crew. You noticed Eddie's eyes on yours as soon as you started walking in his direction and they never leave. Warren exclaims, "Oh wow, all hail Y/N and Karen! Look at these sexy costumes! Who did you wear them for?" You wink at Eddie before answering, "Wouldn't you like to know." Karen answers, "Maybe we wore them for ourselves because we're hot and we know it." Warren whistles and laughs. The two girls tug at the boys to dance and the only one who caves to them is Warren, so they walk off together. Graham asks, "How are you, Y/N?" You answer, "I'm doing great. My band brought your favorite beer, so if you want it before it's out, get to the fridge quick." Graham smiles, kisses you on the cheek, and says, "You're my favorite sibling ever." Graham rushes off and Karen says, "I'm going with him," before she runs off.

You look at Eddie and say, "I like your costume, Eddie." He replies, "Oh this old thing, it's nothing... Yours is wow. I mean, it's sexy and shiny and beautiful." You reply, "Thanks, Eddie. You're sexy and beautiful too." He laughs and you hear your name being called by Billy. You sigh and say, "Sorry Eddie, Billy is calling and we know not to leave him waiting. Can we talk later?" He nods and answers, "Yeah, find me later even if I'm with someone else. I'll choose you to spend the rest of my night with." You feel yourself blush and you say, "Oh... wow okay." He smiles and you rush off towards Billy.

Billy introduces you to some random guy and the guy is sleazy. WTF was Billy doing? Did he just not want you with Eddie? UGH! The guy suggested that we leave together, but you said no. He then tried to get closer to you to kiss you, but you also said no. You notice his fists clench and you run over to where Eddie is talking with a girl. Eddie faces away from the girl, stares at you, and you ask, "Can I kiss you? I need to kiss someone right now and I'd prefer it if it is you. I'll tell you why after." Eddie nods and you pull him down into a kiss. Eddie kisses you back and wraps his arm around your waist. When you pull away from the kiss, you exclaim, "Sorry about that, Billy called me away from you to set me up with someone random. He set me up with this jerk who tried to kiss me and make me leave with him even when I refused. I ran away and found you. I hoped that he would leave me alone if I was with someone else." Eddie replies, "For good measure, let's kiss again." You kiss him again and then Eddie asks, "Okay, what did he look like? I'm throwing him out of this party. You disrespect my girl, you're done. And I'm sure if we tell your brothers, they'll approve of me tossing him out." You inform Eddie and point out the disgusting guy. Then, you find Billy with Camila and tell them about the situation. Billy apologizes for setting you up with that random guy, and Camila holds you tight in a hug. The boys then go off to throw the guy out. Camila says, "Billy stormed off when he saw you alone with Eddie. I don't get why he hates him so much. They used to be best friends. I'm sorry that he did that tonight." You reply, "I'm just glad I could get away and that I found Eddie so fast." She replies. "Me too."

Billy and Eddie return. Billy apologizes again and you say, "Look, I'm just glad I got away from him before something worse happened to me. And I'm glad I found Eddie. It all worked out fine, but I think I need a drink. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make one." You walk off to the kitchen and start mixing liquors. You see Eddie leaning against the kitchen counter near your supplies, so you ask, "Eddie, do you want a drink too?" He answers, "Sure since you offered." You stand next to him mixing up your drinks and you feel his gaze on you. You hand him his drink and say, "Thank you for saving me tonight, Eddie." He replies, "Of course, Y/N. I'll always be there to protect you or save you from anything and everyone." You smile, cheer your glasses, and sip. Eddie says, "Holy sh** you can make a good drink. When did you learn this?" You answer, "Haha I made some for friends in college. I think making drinks is fun." He leads you back outside and you both sit next to each other. You both talk the rest of the night :)

When you go inside, you find 2 members of your band cuddling asleep on the couch and Graham tells you that the other one is with Warren. Karen pulls Graham away to help her and you exclaim, "Ok so I either wake up my band and anger them or I stay here tonight then we leave tomorrow morning." Eddie says, "Don't risk their anger. You should stay with me. I promise I won't steal all of the sheets." You smirk, place your hands on his chest, and say, "Ok, but I need something to sleep in unless you want me to sleep naked tonight." He smirks and says, "I wouldn't mind one bit, follow me."

You go back to Eddie's room and Eddie exclaims, "I really really like you. I don't want to force you have sex to have somewhere to sleep tonight. We don't have to if you don't want to." You cup his face gently and ask, "Do you want to?" He puts his arm gently around your waist and answers, "What I want is not relevant." You reply, "But sex is about two people wanting it, so I think what you want is entirely too relevant." He smiles and says, "You were always the most clever Dunne, weren't you?" You answer, "Yeah, and if you want to see how clever I am in bed, then I suggest you get to undressing."

The next morning, you feel light pouring into your eyes and you flip over only coming face to face with Eddie. Eddie is smiling softly at you and you say, "Good morning." He replies, "Your morning voice is hot. Kiss me." You kiss him gently and say, "So is yours." He says, "I don't want this one night to be it. I want to take you out on dates and be your boyfriend." You reply, "I would like that very much, Eddie. You kind of told me you liked me last night, so I had hoped we could go on a date." He asks, "Did you say you liked me?" You answer, "I didn't, but I think I showed you last night how much I care about you... I really like you Eddie Roundtree and I think you're the sexiest bass player I know." He smirks and says, "Yeah... well you're the sexiest lead singer I know." You smile and say, "Yeah, I mean if you found my brother hot and just did this to get him jealous, then we'd have a problem." He laughs and says, "I most certainly am only into one girl and she is named Y/N Dunne." You smile and kiss him.

After showering and putting last night's clothes on, you and Eddie go out to breakfast. Everyone else is there and they just stare at you. Warren says, "Nice of you to finally join us, sex demons." Graham slaps him and says, "Ew that is my sister." You sit next to Camila who you lean against and she hands you a plate of pancakes that you gladly eat. Eddie sits next to you on your other side and barely talks.

After breakfast, Eddie walks you out to your car and you ask, "Hey, are you doing okay? You weren't as talkative at breakfast." He answers, "Yeah I just... I don't want your brothers to think I'm using you for sex or something. I want them to know I care about you a lot and we're not sex demons." You smile and say, "Then tell them that you seriously like me, just maybe leave out the sex demon comment. I don't think they like hearing about my sex life. I'm sure they'll approve and even if they don't, screw them and take me out." He smiles and says, "Anything for you, Y/N. I'll try talking with them and I'll call you after I do so we can schedule our first date." You kiss him and say, "Great, I look forward to hearing from you."

Narrator: Did Billy and Graham approve? Y/N: Graham immediately did. He said I was a grown-up who could make their own decisions and he knew Eddie before Billy, so he stood up for him. Graham even said that Eddie had liked me for years and he just hid it really well. Billy is protective as I've said before, but he did approve of us. Eddie confessing his feelings to Billy meant a lot to Billy and he trusted Eddie with me more than before. Billy told me to be careful though and to not break his heart because it would break up his band. It was silly and I understood. Eddie: They did haha. When I went back in after saying bye to her, the whole band was bombarding me with questions about us. So I told them all to sit down and shut up so I could explain. I told them about my crush on Y/N that started when we were younger and grew when I started listening to her music. I told them how I was proud of her and wanted her to be treated like the Queen she was. Billy and Camila loved how I compared her to a Queen. Graham said he approved easily. Billy asked me more questions about my intentions before telling me that he was cool with us dating. Narrator: Honeycomb blew up and Daisy officially joined the band. Then your band was the opening act for the Daisy Jones & the Six's The Aurora Tour. Can you tell me how that happened? Y/N: My band was selling albums, but not like The Six. We were able to fill smaller venues pretty easily, but it worried Teddy. Teddy liked me and he said that he knew he could help us grow more. He said that if we opened for The Aurora Tour, part of the whole draw was seeing a Dunne perform and then 2 more. It could be a family show and show our family's talent. Billy, Graham, and I did a few interviews talking about how we all became musicians. We did a magazine cover promoting the tour and showing how close we were. It was great. I can't remember a time when we three were closer. Billy: It was great to bond with my siblings over music. We wrote and played a song together that the Sista Sirens released... You know, Y/N helped our band start out and we helped her band grow. It was nice to feel like I was repaying her for that audition with Teddy. Graham: It was great for us to work on a song together, just us three. Y/N was always the calm one who made sure everyone was heard. Billy had this genius songwriting brain that could string our ideas together flawlessly. I knew how to tie in instrumentals and tie it all together. It was one of my favorite songs I've helped to create. Narrator: And how was the Aurora Tour? Y/N: Insane in both good and bad ways. We played our first show in Los Angeles and the crowd was electric. It was amazing to be on tour with the band. We had lots of fun and many mistakes were made. Eddie and I were falling quickly for each other, which terrified us. We would do the awkward stare across the party wondering if we should confess our love to each other. It drove our friends insane. Narrator: What did the Sista Sirens do when the Chicago stadium show was done? Y/N: We knew it was the end and we embraced it. We played an unreleased track to gain some excitement over it and we played our hearts out. My band left on our bus with Eddie on it and we drove home. Eddie moved in with us for a while and he never left actually... we got married the next year. We now have a kid and we have jobs haha... the good life.

[twnj]

✨️In the grand tradition of some good friends of mine, I have decided to post a yearly recap. It seems strange to do this in the middle of the year, I know - but gather round and I will explain why I have chosen today. 🤓 ✨️

I've flitted in and out of fandom life for 20yrs now but was never Part Of fandom in the way I have experienced these last 12 months.

I had a terrible time through covid for various reasons (which now seems like a life time ago) and as such I dived back into art and fics and all things lovely and familiar and nerdy. I joined tumblr 😀

I've been floating around the fandom spheres since then, but these last 12 months in particular have been a year of firsts for me (or first-time-in-a-long-time-s, I guess 🤭).

I've chosen today specifically because this was the month I became completely and utterly batshit-obsessed with the fic Grandmaster and the 25th is when the all round fantastic person and author @notquitejiraiya replied to my massive wall of text in her DMs. I don't think she knows it - and it sounds very dramatic - but my mental heath, self esteem and fandom life were tranformed after that day.

(Side note: If only my 14yr old self knew that in the future she could reach out to her favourite creators to discuss their work - at length on a regular basis - her wee head would have exploded!🤓)

Not only could she endure my incessant screaming and frothing at the mouth about her writing, but this wonderful person introduced me to a whole new community (an Ino-Shika-Cho server) with the most colourful, funny and braw (good) folk, whom I have genuinely enjoyed getting to know and become friends with ❤️

This wee community brought with it not only some of the best fanfics I've ever read, but also art and music, books, movies, ideas from different cultures and one of the most important parts of this recap - a return to my own creativity 🖌🎨✏️

With the encouragement of my new friends, I scribbled my first sketch in 15 years and I haven't stopped since!

I didn't realise how much I had missed the creative process until then. I now have over 300 pieces (not all published) and it all started from the need to see a character standing at a bar with an orange Walkman. (If you know, you know 🎧👀)

Since then (and in no particular order) I have taken part in several events such as the Chojikurai Week hosted by @mybutterflykindred and my first ever event curtesy of the lovely and talented @unioncolours who ran a very successful Shikajin Weekend last year. I took the opportunity to explore these bois from all angles and try some different art styles. These are my faves, here and here and here!

Since joining the server I've had the privilege to learn and get advice from fellow artists @backgroundcharacterno5 and an-empty-heart who have far more patience and eye for detail than I could ever wish for.

I've had the honour of helping beta @servenna 's roller coaster of a series 'Holiday Banter' and @phoenixleaf 's sand sibling fic 'The Butler of the Sand', and was even commissioned (although I use that term loosely 🤭) by @image13lyub to make some art for a gift - it was mindblowing to see something I had drawn on the cover of an actual physical book! 🤯

I branched out to fanart outwith my Naruto brainrot too - more notably from a series of fantasy books by Ilona Andrews that the heavenly Servenna introduced me to 6 months ago (and have literally listened to on repeat since 😵‍💫), and I even wrote my first proper poem featuring Sai with the help of the amazingly talented and beautiful person @clumsydragon28, which without her would not have looked like a real poem at all!! 😘

I joined twitter again (mainly to post/see nsfw pieces) but also to see what the wider fandom world was saying! I find it a bit noisy tbh so I'm not on it very often 😅 BUT I was able to interact with some of my favourite artists AND HAVE THEM COMMENT ON MY OWN PIECES 🤯🫠🥹 I have posted the vast majority of my work but I didn't keep up with my master list, so some of my posts are now lost to the mists of Tumblr...

When I was but a young quine (girl) I dabbled in writing my own fics (which can unfortunately be found abandoned on FF.net still). I have done a few drabbles on and off since then, but I fell in love with the idea of niche AUs after reading 'Grandmaster' and the EPIC tale 'No one cries for unknown soldiers' by unioncolours. (I cried so much reading that one!).

As a result I have been sitting on an AU idea of my own; rotating it slowly in my mind for nearly 6 months now, too afraid to take the plunge and properly commit it to paper.

As I've said to many before, I have never been very good at the mechanics of writing (spelling, punctuation etc) and this has always put me off. But with the encouragement of others I managed to put 4k words onto paper and get some semblance of a plot...kind of. A bit. 👀

I'm still not sure where it's going or what it all really means, but I wanted to explore the ideas of women in STEM and Scottish rural culture (which sounds crazy, I know!) through my OTP Shikatema 🫠😍

I was walking along the beach front a few nights ago, looking out across the north sea coast with a beautiful setting sun, the crunching of smooth pebbles under my feet and smell of salt in the air, and I thought to myself '...I really just need to start writing that fucking fic'.

So with that, I tentatively - humbly - offer up the first installment of my first 'real' fic.

Caledonia, You're Calling Me on ao3

It becomes harder to meet new friends as time goes on and I've been very fortunate to have a good circle of friends irl. However, it wasn't until this year I discovered how invigorating and enjoyable it can be to be part of a supportive group who are also as obsessed and fixated on the same beautiful nerd stuff as you are; where you can be "as loud and obnoxious as you want about the things that bring you joy and are just as loud and excited right along with you 🥰❤️" as a good friend said to me just the other day.

Honestly, this round up doesn't even touch the surface, but I have really found myself again through art and friendship and I can't wait for what comes next! ✨️

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @thefreakandthehair! With thirty-nine works in the Steve/Eddie and Stranger Things tags on Archive of our Own!

In an underdogfics first, we have TWO nominators!

Our first nominator recommends the following works by @thefreakandthehair:

this is my month, I can feel it. october, baby!

never been afraid of any deviation.

scar-crossed lovers.

the answers are all inside of this.

Our second nominator, @sidekick-hero, recommends the following works by @thefreakandthehair:

over the hills and far away

meeting you was coming home.

make no plans and none can be broken.

rounding third, sliding home.

what's mine is yours (to leave or take)

Lex's brain is full of very creative scenarios, reading her writing is like reading an anthology of short stories but it's with all of your favorite characters! You get to see what they'd do in this AU or that AU, I love the exploration. It's like she's made a stew and it's simmering on the stove and you realize you're so hungry for stew as soon as you see it. <3 -- anonymous

Lex writes characters that come to life on the page while you're reading her stories. It makes it so easy to get invested in them, to feel with them and root for them to get their happy ending. She's one of these authors I would follow anywhere, any trope, any setting and universe, I am here for it. So I think more people should get to find her stories and be treated to the magic. -- @sidekick-hero

Below the cut, @thefreakandthehair answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

How can I possibly give just one reason! These two burrowed themselves into my brain like little gerbils with no hope of ever getting them out. I mean, was I supposed to hear ‘dontcha big boy?’ and be normal about it? But in all seriousness, they’re two sides of the same coin and those oppositions in character are super fun to play with!

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

It was tough to choose, but friends to lovers keeps coming up!

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

If I have to choose a particular trope, hurt/comfort would be the closest fit, but in the sense of healing past hurts together as a unit.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

This question sent me into an existential crisis and the best I could do is narrow it down to three, and even that was nearly impossible. In no particular order: We’ll Know For The First Time by KikiZ; carve your name into my chest by hexiewrites; and more recently, Among the Wildflowers by ParadimeShifts.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Rivals to Lovers in my football AU! I’ve been so excited to get moving on that one.

What is your writing process like?

Oh, I wish I had a better one. I start with a skeleton outline, pop on some music, and then pick and choose which part of the outline sparks joy in that moment. I rarely, if ever, write chronologically so I just write what feels good in the moment and then go back with a scalpel to create connective tissue.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Definitely writing out of order, I think! And if there’s one thing about me, it’s that someone is gonna have an introspective moment looking up at the stars. Someone told me it’s like my calling card and they’re not wrong.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I like a bit of both. I like to post on a schedule for multi-chapter fics but only after it’s either completely done or mostly done so that there’s no pressure to it.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Over The Hills And Far Away incorporated some personal bits of my past that were equal parts cathartic and difficult to write at times, so I’d have to say that one! It’s really satisfying to take experiences that you regret or that didn’t end the way you’d hoped and give them a different ending in fiction.

How did you get the idea for never been afraid of any deviation?

The Eddie Month prompt for that day! Me and my co-mod for the event, nostalgicbones, included Bad Reputation by Joan Jett as a prompt and as I was listening to it, it got me thinking about how Eddie is someone who cares for those in less than ideal situations— maybe even to the point of weaponizing his own bad reputation to protect someone. In this case, that was Steve!

When writing the answers are all inside of this, what was something you didn’t expect?

I didn’t expect it to become multiple chapters! That one is part of my So Much For Stardust series (that I haven’t forgotten about, I’ve just been busy with big bangs) so it was based on The Pink Seashell interlude from the album. I still don’t know exactly how a 1-minute interlude turned into a 15k multi-chapter fic, but it was super fun to let go off the rails!

What inspired scar-crossed lovers?

Also a So Much For Stardust series fic, the first one in the series, actually. I heard Heaven, Iowa for the first time and wrote this based on that song in a day. My brain just kept rotating it around like a rotisserie chicken until I wrote it.

What was your favorite part to write from scar-crossed lovers?

This is ironic because I’m not an angst-writer by nature, but writing about the slow deterioration of Eddie’s van as a symbol for the passage of time was really fun to do. Bittersweet, but it was one of those things that I didn’t realize I was doing until I was in the middle of it and once I realized, I just carried it throughout!

How do/did you feel writing never been afraid of any deviation.?

Excited! It was the first time that I wrote pre-s4 steddie (which is wild that in two years, I just wrote that for the first time last fall?) and it was so fun to do!

What was the most difficult part of writing the answers are all inside of this.?

Probably balancing the kids’ voices in the first chapter while still creating tension between Steve and Eddie.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

It isn’t one of the fics listed here, but in no better version I could pretend to be tonight, I loved writing the line “Something about Steve feels like home, and Eddie is only familiar with houses.” Hurt/comfort, my beloved.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I’m planning on taking a break from big bangs for a bit to focus on some super neglected WIPs, so there are a few upcoming fics I’m excited about! My Football AU, an ASMR Artist!Eddie x Insomniac!Steve AU, and I’m working on a fic called Pickup Note with sidekick-hero and firefly-party that I cannot wait to dive into fully.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Just thank you so much for all that you do with this blog! The ship truly exploded overnight and there are so many incredible stories that I’ve completely missed just because they’ve fallen through the cracks. I really appreciate what you’re doing here and the undertaking that it’s been!

Thank you to our author, @thefreakandthehair, and our nominators, anonymous and @sidekick-hero! See more of @thefreakandthehair works featured on our page throughout the day!

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