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naturesapphic · 2 months ago

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Hi! Can you please do one for gip Scarlett.

So reader(fem) and Scar are like newly dating and reader is like a super famous singer song writer and after her first time with scar she releases the song Need to Know (by Doja Cat) and maybe put emphasis on the lyrics "I heard from a friend of a friend

That that dick was a ten out of ten

I can't stand it, just one night me

Clink with the drink, gimme a sip

Tell me what's your kink, gimme the dick

Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me (ew)

Uh, wait, I can take it (ah)" and the whole world is kinda like shock cause readers music is generally family friendly and stuff also she promotes the song on like maybe Instagram live while the music plays and maybe when the part

"I heard from a friend of a friend

That that dick was a ten out of ten" comes she goes and says that Scarlett's (referring to her Dick) definitely didn't disappoint and she just breaks Instagram that it overloads. Also maybe there is like a gathering for the cast of Avengers(any movie) and they like tease her about including scar but they all get stunned when she just shamelessly grabs and rubs Scar's Dick through her outfit and just says it's definitely a ten out of ten and maybe the end smut?

Please make it a long one if it's not a bother

Need to know

G!p!scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

Warnings: g!p, scarlett being kinda rough, smut, little bit of fluff, breeding kink?

Word count: 1,303

You were an extremely popular singer/songwriter and you recently came out with a song called “Need to know”. It was a very explicit song as you usually do more family friendly stuff but after your first time with your new girlfriend Scarlett Johansson, you had to make a song about it. Here you were on instagram live playing and promoting your song since it came out a few days ago. You were doing a q&a when one of your favorite parts came on.

“I heard from a friend of a friend that that dick was a ten out of ten” you sang along with it and giggled. “Well it’s definitely a ten out of ten. It didn’t disappoint whatsoever.” You say bluntly and you thought instagram was gonna crash from all the notifications and comments you were getting all at once and you let out a chuckle. “Okay guys well I need to go get ready for a premiere I’m going to with Scarlett so I’ll see y’all babies later! Thank you for the support! Bye!” You say to your fans and you get off instagram and started getting ready for tonight.

~ later that evening at the premiere -

It was after the big premiere of a movie and the avengers cast was with you and Scarlett in the after party. Y’all were in a big booth just talking and the topic of your song came up and everyone started teasing you for it. You didn’t exactly mind it because it was all playful teasing but it was until Scarlett chimed in was when you started getting a little annoyed. You were about to tease the fuck out of her because of her little antics she was doing. They kept going and teasing but you weren’t even focused on them.

Your focus was on your girlfriend beside you, looking as good as ever in her suit she has on. While you had on a nice tight fitted dress that made your curves pop out, especially your breast. You had your hand on her thigh, inching closer and closer to the tent in her pants that was growing. You smirked as she stopped bickering and turned her gaze towards you, giving you a look that meant stop but of course you didn’t listen. If she wanted to join in on the bickering, she was gonna face the consequences. You continued teasing her for the rest of the night until she had enough of your behavior.

This was the last straw when everyone was leaving to go home and everyone stood up from the booth and someone decided to make one more comment about the song and that’s when you had it. You reached over to Scarlett and with no shame, grabbed her dick through her pants. Everyone stared and you stood there proudly, still rubbing it. “It’s definitely a gem out of ten. Better than all of y’all’s. So get off my pussy.” You said glaring at them and everyone quickly apologized while Scarlett stood there shocked like everyone was. She then grabbed your hand hard making you look up at her and she gave you a warning glare.

“Car. Now.” She said lowly and you quickly said bye to everyone and went outside to the car to wait on her. A few minutes later, Scarlett came out of the building and opened the drives side, getting in, not even acknowledging you. That’s when you knew you fucked up and were gonna get it when you get home. The drive back home was silent, besides the faint music being played on the radio. When Scarlett pulled up to the house and into y’all’s garage she looked over at you. “Get inside and go up to the bedroom. Strip and wait for me. No touching got it?” Scarlett demanded and you quickly nodded.

When she parked the car you quickly got out of the car and unlocked the front door. You hurried up the stairs and started stripping out of your dress. Once you were completely naked, you sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for her. It seemed like a lifetime when she finally came through the door, she had unbuttoned her shirt and tie, her sports bra peaking out. “Hm…finally wanting to be a good girl?” Scarlett teased and you didn’t say anything which made her suck her teeth. She went over to you and grabbed your hair softly, making you look up at her. “When I speak to you, you answer me.” She said lowly. “Y-yes daddy.” You whimper out and she smirks, letting go of your hair.

“Good girl. Now…I’m gonna lay back and you’re gonna ride me.” She stated and you nodded. Scarlett got rid of her clothes and went on the bed, laying in the middle of it. You crawled over to her and sat on her lap, your pussy hovering over her dick, precum leaking from the tip. You aligned it with your pussy and you slowly sunk down on it, feeling her stretch you out, inch by inch. Scarlett grunted when you bottomed out and you let out a cry of pleasure. You moved up and down on her, making her let out little moans and grunts. She leaned up and placed her hands on your ass, keeping you in place as you fuck yourself on her.

It wasn’t long before both of y’all’s orgasms were approaching and your movements were getting sloppier and sloppier by the second and Scarlett kew that. So she grabbed your hips harshly and started jackhammering into you making you scream out in pleasure. “Can’t even make yourself cum on my cock hm? Always needing help from me. Such a desperate baby.” Scarlett grunts out as she keeps fucking into you, your pussy swallowing her dick. You felt your orgasm consume you and you fell forward onto her, burying your face in her neck. A few seconds into your orgasm, Scarlett spills her seed deep into you, breeding you.

You whimpered when she completely stopped her movements and then started jackhammering into you again making you gasp. “You didn’t think I was done were you? Tonight is gonna be a long night for you babygirl.”

A/n: this was over a thousand words so I think that’s long enough lol thank you for the request anon, I hope you liked it. I hope everyone else did too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

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v3nusstardust · 8 months ago

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My Love, Mine All Mine

Genre : Comfort, fluff 🙈

Summary : You had a terrible day at work/school. Everyone treated you like shit and as soon as you got home, you began to cry and vent to your boyfriend.

Warnings : none honey this is good Fr 🐺 #baddie

a/n : bois I saw Niki listening to this fkn song on Weverse and freaked the fuck out so here I am🐺.. my ass is also not gonna edit so v sorry for mistakes🧑🏻‍🦲..

Niki held you in his arms, rocking you gently. You were crying, venting to him about your shitty day. Snot, drool, and tears cascaded down your face, smudging your mascara and leaving you feeling terrified of how you must look to your boyfriend. His gentle touch caressed your face. “Look at me.” He whispered. “No.. my makeup is… it’s messed up and I look scary.” You said through sniffles. “Please Angel?” He pleaded softly. His voice was so soft snd smooth, how could you resist? You slowly looked up at him. Your eyes met with his and he gave you a warm smile. “Hi pretty girl..” he cooed. His thumbs tenderly wiped away your warm tears. “I look scary don’t I? Like a raccoon.. or something..” you said. “A cute raccoon.” Niki gently laughed. He continued to caress your face with admiration and love in his eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "Go sit in front of your vanity. I'll be back, okay? I’m gonna go to the kitchen really quick.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your wet cheeks before you reluctantly nodded, your pout and teary eyes melted his heart. "Okay," you murmured softly.

When he returned, his hands were filled with your favorite snacks.🩷

"Alright, here. Eat some snacks," he said, placing them on your wide vanity. You eagerly grabbed a bag of your favorite chips and some candies, feeling a bit more comfortable. You grabbed some makeup wipes and wipes away all of your smudged makeup.

"Where are your hair ties?" he asked, rummaging through your drawer. "They're here on my vanity... why?" you inquired. "Gimme," he replied with a smile, and you handed them to him. He then took out a couple and put them around his wrists.

"Can I connect to your speaker?" he questioned. "Yeah, sure," you replied.

The familiar melody of your favorite song, "My Love, Mine All Mine" by Mitski, filled the room, making you smile. “How’d you know I like this song?” You asked. "I've heard you sing this in the shower a couple of times... you have a beautiful voice, Y/N," he said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and kissing your forehead. You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of warmth.

"Okay... let me know if I'm hurting you... I'm not the best with this stuff," he said, picking up your hairbrush.

Niki began to brush through your hair slowly and gently, his touch soothing and comforting. The tension began to melt away as the gentle strokes of the brush untangled knots and smoothed out your hair. The music played softly in the background, creating a comforting atmosphere in the room.

“Close your eyes. I wanna surprise you.” He smiled. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

You felt Niki's movements around you, a sense of anticipation building in your chest. His touch remained gentle as he worked, his hands moving with practiced ease through your hair. You could faintly hear him singing the song, your favorite🩷 his voice was so pretty , it made you feel so warm inside.

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, greeted by the sight of yourself in the mirror. Your hair was styled in a cute single braid.

“You look so pretty..” he whispered as he bent down to place a kiss to your cheek. “Say it..” he said. “Huh..? Say what?” You asked. “Say you’re pretty.. look at yourself my love..” he tucked a couple strands of hair behind your ear. “I’m pretty..” you softly smiled at yourself in the mirror. Niki let out a little chuckle. “You should take a picture and post your hair style on your insta.. show it off though that I did it.. I wanna make your exes and secret admirers jealous lowkey..” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Is that why you did my hair.. and played my favorite song?…” you questioned with a hint of sass. “No.. I just wanna show my girl how much I love her..you’re mine.. mine all mine..” he said caressing your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing your soft lips to his.

A/n : Ight bois srry for the mistakes if there are any u guys💀 ima disappear for another 3 months.. unless this shi blows up I think😭 🩷x enjoy

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vroomvroomcircuit · 7 months ago

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Drive all Night

(A/N): This is inspired by the song "Call your mom" by Noah Kahan.

Summary: Max is worried about the sudden shift in his best friends behavior. But he is willing to drive all night to get to the root of the problem.

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader (little childhood friends to lovers on the side with angst/hurt to comfort)

Warnings: Association to Max's shitty childhood, reader has depression/a depressive episode, implicit mentions of suicide, listen to the song and you get the vibe

Wordcount: 2.4k

🏎Masterlist🏎 ________________________

Max Verstappen is not a big worrier. Actually, he is no worrier at all.

When there is something to worry about, he just changes it. If he can’t change it, it’s out of his area of responsibility, so he doesn’t have to worry about it.

Thinking like that helped him focus through great challenges. But his mindset wasn’t the only motivator. Through all his highest highs and lowest lows, his best friend has been right next to him, either cheering him on or being the shoulder to cry on he just needed.

(Y/N) and him befriended each other in kindergarten, having felt this unexplainable pull to each other. Ever since playing with Legos together for the first time they had been inseparable if they could help it.

Of course, as they got older and Max’s career in karting took off and (Y/N) had to focus more on school, they started to shift to calling and texting more than relying on in person talking. But that didn’t stop them staying best friends. One might even argue that through their 24/7 updates to each other, they grew even closer.

Meeting in person in their adulthood had become increasingly easier. Sometime (Y/N) travels with Max to several races back to back, being blessed with a remote working job.

The young man starts to suspect something isn’t going smoothly during one of their daily face time calls with her being in her dark bedroom and him in a hotel room halfway across the world. “But enough of how annoying these marketing things are. What did you do today? Except for work of course.” Max just finished another yapping season about the last challenge the social media teams had him participate in.

(Y/N) just shrugs her shoulders while focusing on a loose thread in her shirt. “Nothing much. I reread pride and prejudice.” Max halts a bit in his rummaging through his suitcase, being on the look out for his charger. “I thought you had plans for lunch with a friend? And didn’t you read through that book last week already? You do know that no matter how often you read it, the ending will stay the same.” He jokes a bit.

While still not shifting her gaze towards the phone screen, (Y/N) answers in mumbles. “I canceled on her. I really felt icky today, but we will try to set up another meet up some time next week or so.”

At first Max doesn’t think of it as much. Everyone feels not like socializing every one in a while. But then something else changes. The frequency of their calls and texts.

“...here we can do- Max? Are you even listening to me?” Max gets caught off guard by that question. GP was going over some points with him before starting FP2. “Oh, uhm, sorry GP. Gimme three seconds, I just want to reply to (Y/N). It seems like she didn’t have a great day and I just want to make sure she’ll be alright until I’m out of the car.”

This makes his race engineer raise his eyebrows. “Oh, what happened?” “I don’t know. But she is rewatching one of her comfort shows for the third time in two weeks.” He blinks at the Dutchman. “And in what way is that concerning?”

Okay, voicing his worrisome thoughts out loud like that makes Max realize that the signs are not too obvious for outsiders. But he is talking about his best friend. The person that always makes sure that he won’t go without his needed amount of sleep. The same person he had been having phone calls that resulted in four out of the last seven nights with him getting not more than 5 hours of sleep, if that at all.

For an outsider it doesn’t seem bad for (Y/N) to reread the same books and rewatch the same shows over and over again. Or having her best friend, the person she became emotionally most dependent on, talk with her through her nights.

But for Max, it raises red flags. It hits his alarm bells, ringing out loud that something is majorly wrong. He can’t put his finger on it, not just yet. He is still looking for a way to get her to tell him what is bothering her.

There is a certain uneasiness to Max during that entire race weekend. He is just itching to seat his ass on a plane on his way back to his (Y/N), a friend that he might harbor more than just platonic feelings for. A person that had his back all the time.

To the person he loves the most, that is also struggling the most right now.

He wants to be able to pay her back for all the times she stuck through his darkest times.

But something in him is scared that he isn’t able to get to her in time. “Didn’t you want to go out with a colleague of yours for drinks last night?” Max asks into the phone while speed walking through the airport. Ever since leaving his hotel room on this fine Monday morning, he has been on a phone call with (Y/N).

A sigh greets his ears. “I wanted to, but I didn’t feel like dressing up or sharing a space with a bunch of strangers. I just ordered some food in and watched your race.”

There is another red flag. (Y/N) maybe was never a big socializer to begin with, but she liked going out every now and then. But for a couple of weeks now the only thing Max gets to hear about plans is that she canceled them.

Listening to her just cutting contact with the outside world like that, it doesn’t only worry him. It’s not even scary. It terrifies him.

The two of them continue talking the whole plane ride until (Y/N) falls asleep. Even then Max doesn’t hang up. He still lets the call continue, not wanting her to wake up and feel alone. She doesn’t deserve to feel alone.

No one does. But especially not her.

When he was in karting, some kids gave him grief for winning most of the time. It was difficult for little Max to understand. So do people not want him to win?

It became more confusing to him since some people around him wanted him to win desperately. It hurt him, not understanding the difference of who wanted his best and who wanted to see him fail.

He felt isolated from his peers, especially those who should understand under what pressure he was, because they must feel the same. Right?

During these days, where he rather stopped driving in circles in a very fast manner and just continued playing football, (Y/N) was his only footing. She talked him out of ending his career in motorsport. She painted a picture of his future in the prettiest colors with her words. She gave him something to look forward during these trying times.

And when it got harder before it got easier, she held his hand and reminded him that she will always stay by his side.

Now it’s Max’s turn to show her that he will always stay by her side.

He opens the door to her apartment slowly, trying to make the least noise possible.

Every room is shrouded in what must feel to her like a never ending darkness. The blinds are drawn in front of every window, hindering the tiniest bit of sunlight to filter through. Even to Max it feels like the despair that is in the air will never stop. It is all consuming.

He tiptoes towards her bedroom. There she lays, illuminated by the low light of his phone screen. Curled up tight under a bunch of blankets and between a mountain of pillows and stuffed animals.

The MV lion, the first one that has ever been produced, the original prototype before giving the go for mass production, is held tightly and close to her chest. It pulls on his heartstrings, seeing the comfort it must have brought her while he was absent.

Max kneels down at the head of the bed, gently shaking her awake. “Schatje, come on. Wake up. We got a day of new adventures just in front of us outside the door.”

It’s something they started to say in elementary school. They once read a book in class with the premise that every day is the start to a new adventure. You just have to welcome it in. Back then, when inviting something unknown in your life was considered exciting, not scary or life changing.

“The adventures can wait a day longer.” She mumbles and turns around, trying to shake his hand on her shoulder off. But Max is having none of it.

“The darkness is fooling you. Every light that has been turned off can be turned on.” He gets up and opens the blinds. Sunlight floods the room, and even at the messiest state the young man has seen his best friend, she still is the most beautiful woman on earth to him

(Y/N) lets out a noise of unpleasantness. “Please Max, I can’t deal with it today.” “No, you will. We are going to deal with it, whatever this it is, together.” He marches over to her dresser and produces a clean set of clothes out of thin air. That is what it looks like to her in this mess at least.

“You are going to shower. After that we will take a drive with no destination.” His words are final and in a tone that makes the young woman drag her limbs and body out of the bed and trudge towards the bathroom, even when the unwillingness is evident by her groaning.

Hearing the shower is Max’s cue to sit down and take a deep breath. He doesn’t know what he expected, but seeing the light of life missing in (Y/N)’s eyes isn’t on that list. It feels like a punch to his gut, witnessing her wither away without knowing from what.

It doesn’t take long and they both sit in the car. A drive without destination is exactly what it says. Just Max driving with (Y/N) sitting in the passenger seat. Usually they used these trips to catch up, to talk about everything and nothing. To voice big philosophical thoughts and dumb brain farts. They started this tradition, that usually includes some sort of fast food, when Max got his drivers license.

But sitting in complete silence for five minutes straight. That is something new.

“You know,” Max breaks it after another seven minutes. “Not talking about it won’t make the problem go away. It also doesn’t hinder it in its existence. Instead it will just get heavier and heavier until you break under the weight.” His dry tone isn’t something she anticipated.

(Y/N) looks out the window, seeing the colorful sunset for the first time in weeks. It’s easy to forget the beauty of the world when your inside thoughts feel like a graveyard. “I don’t want to worry you.”

That admission nearly has the Dutchman emergency breaking in the middle of a street through the fields. “So you play cat and mouse with your feelings because you don’t want to worry me?” (Y/N) nods.

Max lets out a laugh. “So what exactly makes you think that me witnessing you just becoming a shell of who you once were won’t worry me?”

She shrugs. (Y/N) didn’t expect him to catch that something feels wrong in her.

“Schatje. I will always worry about you, You are too important to me to not worry about you. Seeing you wither away in yourself, it made me scared going out on these tracks, sitting down in the car, and wondering if you still breathe while I’m driving another mile. Not knowing what you feel, that worries me more than the truth. Because then we can work on getting you better together. But when you don’t let me in, I can’t help and feel like by just standing and witnessing without intervening that I’m at fault for anything that happens to you. It hurts more seeing you hurting than knowing what you hurt from.”

She turns towards Max, mustering his side profile. She hasn’t thought about how her actions are perceived by her surroundings. (Y/N) just fell into that hole of darkness unexpectedly. While sitting at the bottom of that somber pit, she thought that trying to reach out for help would mean another person gets pulled into it.

If there was one person she doesn’t want sitting next to her in that dark hole, then it is Max. She harbors too much love and affection for him to want him to suffer the same fate as her. So not talking about her darkest thoughts seemed like the best way of keeping him far away from the hole.

But it just drew him in closer.

(Y/N) finally sees what he saw the whole time.

“You know, it’s hard to explain what happened. It takes time to really understand what goes on in me right now.” Max puts a reassuring hand on her leg. “We have all night to talk about it. Help me help you. Let us find a strategy to get you better. May it be medication, meditation, punching me or falling in love with someone. I need you to find a reason to stay with me, physically and mentally.”

She puts a hand over hers and looks Max in the eye for the first time since he arrived. “I already fell in love.”

He doesn’t need to hear more.

Max keeps his promise. He drives through the night, holding (Y/N) to the best of his ability while she cries, curses and explains.

By that not everything is picture perfect again. But it’s the first step. The first one to a future they both want to share with each other. For now and ever, that is enough motivation for (Y/N) to keep going, to continue turning every light on that was off.

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hischierdevils · 2 years ago

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Doin' You Right | Q.H.

notes: I have nothing to say for myself

summary: y/n overhears Quinn having a conversation and gets a little hot and bothered

warnings: nsfw, slight breeding kink, talks of babies

wc: 1.7K

You might think I'm crazy

The way I've been cravin'

If I put it quite plainly

Just gimme them babies

The fact that you and Quinn made it out of your apartment to meet his teammates at a bar in downtown Vancouver should’ve been a feat in itself. You’d been craving him all day, since the conversation you overheard that morning, but you only got scraps of attention here and there as the day went on. He had team practice, a workout, and then when he got home he got on a facetime call with his family.

You were getting ready for your night out when he finished up with the call and he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before getting in the shower. You had picked out your shortest, tightest dress on purpose, hoping he’d get the hint when he saw you all done up. He visibly swallowed as he stood by the door when you walked out of your shared bedroom.

“You look beautiful.” He told you before kissing your forehead, not wanting your lipstick all over his mouth.

You give him a tight-lipped smile. You were hoping for hot or sexy. Maybe even, you look way too good to leave right now, let’s go back to the bedroom. “Thanks Quinny.” He was looking absolutely delicious in jeans, a black t-shirt, and a backwards hat on his head. His hair stuck out at the back and all you wanted to do was run your fingers through it.

He kept a hand on your thigh the entire way to the bar and if he noticed you clenching your legs together the entire time he didn’t say anything. You greeted his teammates and the other wags when you walked in but you stayed glued to his side for most of the night.

“Baby, don’t you wanna dance?” Quinn nudged your ear with his nose as your favorite song came on. You were sitting in his lap while he talked to Elias, sipping on a drink.

“I’m fine here.” You answer as you turn your head to look at him.

He looks down at you with concern as his arm tightens around your waist. “What’s wrong?”

You take his free hand and place it on your thigh, just below the hem of your dress. “I want you to touch me.” Normally you wouldn’t be this bold in public, especially in front of his teammates, knowing how shy Quinn is sometimes but you can’t help it. You’ve been patient all day and the alcohol is only making you crave him more.

“What’s got you so needy, baby?” He whispers in your ear as he slides his hand closer to the inside of your thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin.

You spread your legs almost involuntarily, wanting to give him more access to you. You turn your torso so you can kiss his jaw. “I heard what you said to Jack this morning.”

His hand stills from your confession. “I thought you were sleeping. How much did you hear?”

You were sleeping until you felt Quinn leave the bed. You thought he was just going to go to the bathroom and then return for more cuddles but he didn’t. Five minutes later, you heard him in the bathroom talking to someone. You weren’t concerned until you heard your name. “I’m going to marry y/n, Jack.” You started listening intently after that. “Mom’s been helping me look at rings, yeah. No, she’ll be such a good mom. I’d get her pregnant right now if she’d let me.” You stopped listening after that, knowing you shouldn’t have eavesdropped at all.

“I wanna have your babies, Quinn.” You whisper in his ear before kissing his neck.

“Fuck, let’s go.” He’s pushing you off his lap so you can stand up before you have time to register what’s happening. He doesn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone as he leads you out of the bar.

Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it

I'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it

Even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick

Don't need no side dick, no

Your ride home is much more enjoyable now that Quinn is just as needy as you are. You tease him the entire way, palming him over his jeans as he drives you home. He runs his hand up and down your thigh, getting a little higher each time.

“I’ve been so wet for you all day.” You admit as he unlocks the door to your place. He pulls you inside, pushing you up against the wall as he locks the door.

“I want to taste you.” He drops to his knees in front of you, pulling your dress over your hips. “No panties?” He grins before running a finger over your soaked folds. You jolt from the contact and moan in pleasure.

“Mmm need you so bad, Quinny.” You grind down on his hand as he sticks a finger inside of you, already so close to the edge.

“Patience, baby.” He chuckles before taking your left leg and hooking it over his shoulder. “Be a good girl and make all those pretty noises for me, hmmm?”

He doesn’t have to ask because once his mouth is on your sensitive nub, you wouldn’t be able to stop the sounds that fall from your lips. He’s still wearing his hat and you promptly rip it off of his head so you can put your hands in his hair as he circles your clit with his tongue. You’re barely able to form a coherent thought as he inserts a finger inside of you again.

“Fuck, babe…” You drop your head back against the wall as you tilt your hips up to meet the thrust of his hand. You’re going to have a beard burn on the inside of your thighs tomorrow but you could care less right now.

Quinn reaches around you with his free hand to squeeze your ass. “Let go, y/n.” Hearing him say your name snaps the last thread of control you had and you cum all over his face as he licks you up.

He sets your shaking leg back on the ground and stands up to kiss you deeply, hands gripping your face tightly. “You did so well, pretty girl.”

“I need you…” You push at his chest, pushing him into the closest room which happens to be the kitchen. “Inside me, now.”

Quinn grabs a chair from the table as you undo the button on his jeans and pull them down his thighs. His erection springs free as you pull down his boxers and you quickly put your mouth on it, circling his thick member with your tongue as you bob up and down.

“Fuck, y/n. Just like that.” He groans as his hands tangle in your hair, guiding your head up and down. You moan on him, vibrating his dick, and a string of curses leave his mouth. Pulling him out of your mouth with a loud pop, you gently push him toward the chair so he sits down.

“Are you sure?” He asks you as you straddle his hips, ready to sink down on his bare dick. “I can go get a condom.”

“I’m sure, Quinn.” You look him in the eyes as you rub yourself along his length. His eyes nearly roll back in his head as he puts his hands on your hips. “I want you to fill me with your cum.”

Quinn reaches down between your bodies to line himself up at your entrance and you both moan as you sink down on him. “You’re so big.” You murmur, telling Quinn you need a second to adjust. He gives you time, pulling at your dress so you’ll lift your arms up. He pulls it over your head and quickly throws it to the floor before undoing your bra.

You start to move on him as he squeezes your nipples between his fingers. “Oh my god.” You place your hands on his shoulders as you lift your hips and then grind back down on his dick. He’s hitting just the right spot and your rhythm soon turns sporadic as you feel yourself getting close again.

He kisses you as his hands move to your hips, keeping you still so he can fuck up into you. “You’re going to look so good with my babies inside of you, y/n.” He’s panting in your ear and you can tell that he’s close. “Gonna fill you up so good.”

“Please, Quinn.” You tangle your hands in his hair and push his face into your chest as you grind on him. “Cum for me.” Your vision blurs as your second orgasm takes over your body, and you collapse into Quinn’s chest.

“Fuck.” He snaps his hips into you and then stutters as you feel his warm release coat the inside of your womb. He kisses the side of your head as you both come down from your highs.

You such a dream come true, true

Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight

“I love you.” He tells you after you’re both silent for a moment.

“I love you too.” You say softly before kissing him. “I need to clean up.” You blush as you get off of him and his cum starts to roll down your leg.

“We’re not done, baby.” Quinn smirks as he stands up and steps out of his pants and boxers. “I need to make sure there’s babies in there.” He rests his hand on your flat stomach before kissing you again.

You let him lead you to the bedroom, surprised that he’s still hard. He usually needs a little bit before he can go again. As soon as you get a knee on the bed he’s pushing your face down into the pillow. “Hope you’re ready to go all night, y/n.”

You press your ass into him as you look at him over one shoulder. “I hope you can keep up, Quinny.”

He slaps your ass as he enters you from behind. “You better cancel all of your plans tomorrow, baby. You’re not going to be able to walk.”

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #Quinn Hughes smut #smut #my writing

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k2ntoss · 9 months ago

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hi hi it's me again, back from the void

so like i've been so absolutely sick these past few days, it's horrid, but I've not been able to stop thinking about Jason bc y'know, total brain rot over here

anyway, i just need a jason in my life to give me cuddles and read to me while I'm sick and make me soup and gimme kisses and ugh i wish he was real so baddd 😭

- the very sickly lil 🦊

POOKIE????? first of all, how are you feeling now? i do understand your brain rot, i've been thinking a lot about jason while at work and i get too lost on it sometimes heh now let me get you something that can make you feel better 🫡 listen to this when you read, check on the trad bc the song is so sweet ): HOPE THIS HELPS TO CHEER YOU UP, 🦊

jason takes his vigilante shifts as serious as it's possible, after all that's his life and there's nothing more important than that or it was like that before you. there's no way he finds something else to get his mind busy when you're all he can think of and believe me when i say, he makes everything he can for you to always get the princess treatment you deserve and he couldn't help it, from the first time he laid his eyes on you he was totally in love and even when things weren't easy at first you both worked them through and that had gotten you here.

now jason can't see himself just going out on patrol when you're sick, that's the case now, it's a cold but a strong one and he's worried "grayson, i'm not joking- yeah, just one night i swear i'll owe you a big one" you can hear his voice as he speaks with dick, you had tried to convince him that you could rest on your bed and you would be fine but he wouldn't leave you when you weren't feeling good. his heavy steps let you know he's walking back into the room and jason smiles softly when you look at him from under the blankets "how are you feeling now, baby?" he asks as he sits next to you, his hand reaching to touch your forehead so he can check your temperature.

"i guess that there's no point on telling you i'm feeling good, right?" you asks with a soft chuckle, his touch is so gentle that it makes you feel fuzzy inside as he shakes his head before lying next to you "i'm not going on patrol, dick is going to cover me with bruce" jason tells you when he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer so you nuzzle your head against his side "so i'll stay here to make sure you really take care of yourself"

he makes sure you're comfortable next to him and when you look up at him jason smiles brightly, is something so usual of him to you, even when there are bad and rough days or fights between you two there's also good moments like this and you both have made sure they are what matters the most because there's been enough shit that happened to you and him to cling into more of it. jason picks up the book he's currently reading, once again pride and prejudice because he knows you like it when he reads to you, jason would lean in to whisper some lines into your ear before he kisses your temple while his other hand plays with your hair.

"are we feeling better, princess?" he asks in a whisper, a chaste kiss to your cheek and one more in your lips because jason really doesn't mind if he gets sick too because that means you'll take care of him too "i feel better now... but i'm a little hungry" you say, voice gruffy and eyes a little sleepy thanks to your boyfriend's soothing presence and cuddles, he nods and sits straight on the bed with a thoughtful expression before letting out a hum "want some soup?" and as soon as you nod jason is walking to the kitchen because it's what has to be done if it gets his love to feel better and happy.

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Need You Now

A/N: THIS IS NOT FINISHED BUT I NEVER WILL FINISH IT. ITS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG BY NOW.

Summary: Songfic of Need You Now by Lady A. You and Striker broke up, but neither of you can stop thinking about the other.

“Hey Y/N, uh, its me. I’m still thinkin’ bout what happened and uh…I don’ know, I just miss ya so much. Gimme a call back…please.”

You stared at the phone and replayed the message again, the voice of your ex-boyfriend, Striker, pleading for you to call him back. It had been almost three weeks since the two of you broke up, fighting over stupid shit because you were both upset and not actually listening to the other. You had been upset because you had no way of contacting Striker and went days on end not knowing if he was okay or where he was. He didn’t want to hear it, yelling at you that you weren’t his mother and he didn’t have to tell you everything about everything. The two of you blew up at each other, screaming and yelling and probably waking all your neighbors. But you didn’t care as Striker grabbed his things and put his hat on, slamming the door so hard behind him it shook your apartment. You hadn’t heard from him since, your friends all telling you he wasn’t coming back and you needed to move on from him, but you couldn’t. You still loved him, that’s what got you into the fight to begin with. You spent many nights afterwards drinking wine and sitting on the floor of your bedroom, looking at pictures of the two of you throughout your long term relationship and mourning it. You often cried yourself to sleep and woke up with a nasty hangover and tear stained face, longing for the comfort Striker brought you, but he hadn’t come back.

You tried to ignore his call like how he ignored you all these weeks, deciding to try and go to bed. Walking into your bedroom, you saw the pictures scattered around your room from the night before. You picked up one of the both of you at a bar, Striker bending over you at the pool table to show you a better aim. Another photo in your other hand was one of the both of you at a random ranch you worked at for a few months, both of you muddy and hay in your hair, but you were happy. You began to cry yet again, not being able to get over Striker. He had always been there for you and did what he could to tend to your needs, and you were always there when he got home from a hard day to ease his worries and pains. You missed the feeling of his arms around yours, dancing to some love song in the living room and laughing when he dipped you and kissed you. Sure he was a hardass on the outside, but to you he was sweet and romantic, and you loved him more than anything. You knew he loved you too, your relationship wasn’t one sided. He sought out your love and comfort, and opened himself up to you in ways he had never done with anybody else.

You turned back to your phone, seeing Strikers missed call and pressed his contact.

Meanwhile, Striker poured himself another shot of whiskey, quickly downing it and slamming his face on the table. He hated himself for hurting you. Your heart broken face plagued his mind, he hated the way you looked at him in that moment. Your face was red from tears and anger, but the feeling of betrayal was prominent in your eyes. You looked like he had just shot you in the chest, and he may as well have considering the pain for you was equal. He’s had plenty of breakups before you, but none of them hurt like how this one did. You were everything to him, for years he was on his own with only one goal; to take down royalty for how they treated him and the ones he loved. But after meeting you, he had a new mission; to protect you and love you no matter what. He had never loved someone so…softly before. He was willing to open up about his past and insecurities, you gave him a space to be sweet and soft with you. And that all ended because he was selfish and cold towards you, shutting you out and getting angry when you accused him of exactly that.

Striker sat up and took another shot, his eyes lingering on the door of his hotel room. He missed how you’d walk through the door, face lighting up when you saw him and leapt into his arms. He wished you would walk through that door right now, giving him anther chance with you. But the silent hotel room stayed still, reminding him of the loneliness he felt without your bright spirit there to put him at ease.

Striker wondered if you were even thinking about him at all. You probably hated him, despised him for how he treated you, and he didn’t blame you one bit. He was thinking about you constantly, you were his first thought when he woke up and his last thought before he fell asleep. He was never a soft or sentimental guy, but seeing some of your belongings around his room struck his heart with a pant of guilt. It had been three weeks and you hadn’t even come to retrieve your things, some clothes and other small items. He figured you were too angry to even look at him, maybe wondered if he had thrown your things away, but he could never. He left your things where they were, wishing you’d come through that door demanding for them back with that feisty spirit he loved so much.

#helluva boss striker #striker x reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader

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cierraonline · 11 days ago

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Ouuu whats the new Billie book gonna be about!!?! I’m excited now lol

I’ll Believe It For You

chapter one: I'll believe it for you

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Would it be crazy to say that, as a girl obsessed with orchestral music yet plagued by stage fright, I always knew I was destined for fame?

“Storm, over here!”

“Storm, look over here!”

“Over here, Storm!”

“Storm, how does it feel to be the youngest and fastest artist ever to win an EGOT award?!”

It’s even crazier to think it all began with a favor for my best friend’s older brother.

“Hey, Kitten!” Finneas bounced over to me in Billie’s room, where I was currently sprawled on her bed, working on a composition that seemed to be going nowhere.

“What do you want, Ferb?” Storm groaned, scratching out an entire bar that didn’t make logical sense to the ear.

“How would you like to write and compose a song for my band and Billie’s dance class?” He bent down to her level on the floor next to the bed.

“Okay,” The girl nodded, looking up at him.

“Than—”

“Not so fast,” Billie interrupted her brother’s gratitude, unimpressed with the one-sided deal. “What does she get in return?” She sat up, suddenly awake from her boredom. Normally, she would be at dance practice around this time, but she’d been sidelined due to the pain in her hip that had been bothering her for a week.

“What do you want?” Finneas groaned, knowing that if his sister was setting the terms, it wouldn’t come cheap.

“Oh,” Storm murmured, my eyes widening as she scrambled to think of what she could ask for. “A miniverse ball… please?”

“Just a miniverse ball?” Both siblings blinked at her in disbelief. One in shock that that was all she would ask for when she held the upper hand; the other, bemused and skeptical.

“Dea—”

“You could drain this sucker’s pockets, and one miniverse ball is all you can think of?” Billie furrowed her brows.

“I like writing music and composing, so it’s not like I’m doing something I don’t want to do. Plus, Ferb always gets Ben & Jerry's when he goes to the store. And you know how I feel about my Ben & Jerry’s,” Storm said, meeting Billie’s gaze, ocean-blue eyes meeting void-white ones.

“Don’t listen to her. She wants five miniverse balls and those Mary Jane leather heels from the thrift store on Melrose,” Billie cut in, looking at her brother with a determined expression.

“No,” Finneas shook his head, convinced she was asking for too much.

“Then no song,” Billie crossed her arms.

Hesitation flickered in Finneas’s eyes as he stared down his little sister, who shot the energy right back at him. Storm glanced back and forth between them, unsure if she should intervene, but knowing the family as well as she did, Storm figured it was better not to—otherwise, She’d be the one on the receiving end of their glares.

“Fine,” Finneas groaned, realizing he’d lost this battle with Billie leading the negotiation. He extended his hand, letting Billie shake on the agreement, while Storm trashed the music sheet she been working on and opened the sketchpad app on her iPad.

Or maybe none of that was crazy. Maybe the real craziness was me, an eleven-year-old, writing a song about how looking into my best friend’s eyes made me feel.

“Hellooo!” Billie waved her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance. “Pay attention to me! Why do you keep looking at me, then going back to writing?”

I've been watching' you for some time

Can't stop staring' at those ocean eyes

Burning cities and napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

Your ocean eyes

“If you don’t say anything, I’m going to put together one of your miniverse balls right in front of you,” the blonde threatened, but she was ignored yet again as Storm glanced up from her tablet, made brief eye contact, and returned to writing with renewed intensity.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling' into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Letting out a frustrated breath from deep within her lungs, Billie stood up from the left side of her bed and walked over to where Storm’s new miniverse balls lay. “I’m holding them…” she waved the wrapped balls in her hand, voice laced with mischief. “I’m going to open them…”

Still, nothing. The moment she began picking at the wrapping, however, Storm’s head snapped up, and her pout quickly formed.

“Nooo,” Storm whined softly, not wanting Billie to open them. Everything about Miniverse was special to her—from unwrapping the tiny treasures to arranging them neatly on her shelf with the others.

“Are you going to talk to me?” Billie tilted her head to the side, eyebrow raised.

“I have to finish writing,” Storm groaned, already anticipating Billie’s disobedience as a form of punishment.

“You can write and talk to me,” Billie shrugged, peeling further at the wrapper.

“Don’t touch those!” Storm protested, wanting her rewards to stay intact.

“You erase anything from my wall if it isn’t ‘happy,’ so I think I’m allowed a little revenge,” Billie replied, defending her actions.

“Because… I don’t get why you’re so sad,” Storm pouted again, her voice soft with concern.

“Because you’re still a kid, Peaches,” Billie replied, finally setting down the miniverse balls. She didn’t really want to open them; she just wanted her best friend’s attention.

“You’re only two years older than me,” Storm crossed her arms defiantly.

“Yeah, and within those two years, I’ve experienced more than you.”

“You said the same thing when you got your period before me.”

“One day, you’ll understand… but, hopefully, that day never comes,” Billie sighed, sitting cross-legged in front of her friend on the bed, her face softening.

“Is it really that bad?” Storm looked up at her, innocent eyes wide.

“It’s the worst,” Billie whispered, leaning forward and resting her head gently on top of Storm’s, closing her eyes and allowing herself to relax.

“One day, I’m gonna make all the sadness go away so you don’t have to feel it anymore.”

“It doesn’t work like that, Peaches,” Billie murmured, sighing softly.

“But it will, Honeybee,” Storm smiled, sensing her friend’s body sink further into relaxation. “You just gotta believe.”

“And what if I don’t believe that?”

“Then I’ll believe it for you,” Storm replied warmly. “That’s what best friends do, regardless of age.”

True friendship knows no age; it's a bond that bridges years, laughs in shared moments, and finds wisdom in each other's hearts.

“It didn’t sound right,” Storm judged as Finneas and his bandmates looked at her and Billie, awaiting feedback on their performance of the song she had written and composed for them.

“It was awful,” Billie shook her head.

“It wasn’t awful,” Storm nudged Billie’s thigh. “It just wasn’t… beautiful. Maybe try a softer approach and create depth.”

“Huh?” Travis, the drummer, looked at the two young girls, visibly puzzled.

“She means you guys are screwed,” Billie stated flatly.

“They’re not!” Storm stood, smiling with encouragement. “We’ll help you.”

“We who?” Billie raised an eyebrow.

“Us we,” Storm grinned. “Now, stand by the microphone and sing. I’ll add depth with my voice.”

“Ugh, fine,” Billie groaned, taking her older brother’s place behind the mic alongside Storm.

“Yay,” Storm’s soft, dark eyes sparkled. “Okay, start from the top.”

The band picked up from the beginning, creating the soft, melodic sound Storm had spent the last two days carefully crafting and refining.

Billie | Storm

I've been watching' you' for some time.

Can't stop staring' at those ocean eyes

Burning cities and napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

Your ocean eyes

No fair No fair

You really know how to make me cry You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling' into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

The music stopped leaving the two girls confused. “Why did you guys stop?” Billie turns to them.

“T-That was amazing,” Finneas said, looking at the two girls, his eyes wide with awe. He’d heard them sing together before, but it had always been lighthearted and playful. This was different—an almost out-of-body experience as their voices intertwined, creating something otherworldly.

“It was like… a melodic acid trip, with angels singing while it’s thundering outside,” Travis murmured, slowly processing what he’d just experienced.

“I was awful, and Storm was amazing. I totally ruined it,” Billie laughed, her disbelief clear as she shook her head.

“You were incredible, Peaches,” Storm replied with a soft smile, genuinely unconvinced by Billie’s self-criticism.

“No, I wasn’t,” Billie insisted.

“It was so good,” Finneas said, his voice sincere. “I have to post this on SoundCloud.”

“Just for it to get, like, one listen,” Billie jokes, rolling her eyes.

“I think it’s going to be a hit for Ferb,” Storm encouraged, giving a supportive smile to the older boy who was like a big brother to her.

“Thank you, Kitten,” Finneas grinned, feeling lifted by her words. “I’m posting it right now.” He moved to upload the recording from his laptop onto the platform.

To everyone who listened, Billie was the voice, and I was the experience. Together, we created a whole spatial audio universe.

Do the dance, do the dance

The way you move is a mystery

Do the dance

You're always there for music and me

Do the dance

The way you move is a mystery

Do the dance

You're always there for music and me

Storm bounced around her family’s home, singing the lyrics to "D.A.N.C.E." by Justice while mimicking the dance moves from her Just Dance game on the Wii. It was Sunday, which meant family night—an evening reserved for movies, laughter, and simply enjoying each other’s company.

In their lively, culturally rich household, three family members filled the space: Roman Siren, a 35-year-old Samoan native from Los Angeles; Veronica Dash, a 34-year-old African American woman from New York City; and their eleven-year-old daughter, Storm, whose unique white hair complemented the vibrant personality that inspired her name after her favorite superhero.

Roman and Veronica weren’t a couple in the traditional sense. They were best friends who had met in college, bonding over their shared vision for life and the belief that relationships, as typically defined, weren’t for them. However, they both wanted to experience family life and saw a deep-rooted friendship as the foundation for it. So, they decided to have a child together through insemination, a decision that brought Storm into their lives and made them a family.

Together, they raised her as co-parents and friends, forming a close-knit family under one roof—a beautiful balance of friendship, love, and the progression of family on their own terms.

Under the spotlight

Neither black nor white

It doesn't matter-

Storm’s singing was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of her rose gold iPhone 6. She looked down at the screen and saw a picture of her and Billie flash across it, signaling her best friend was calling.

“Hi, Bi—”

“We’re on the radio! Turn on the radio!” Billie’s words tumbled out in a rush, so fast they blended into one muffled sentence.

“Huh?”

“Turn on the radio! We’re on the radio!” she repeated, voice brimming with excitement.

Roman, noticing the commotion, paused the music playing on the TV. Following Billie’s instructions, he opened the iHeart Radio app on his phone and quickly navigated to their local station, KCRW. With a tap, the familiar sounds of the station filled the room, and Storm listened with wide eyes, anticipation buzzing in the air.

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling' into your ocean eyes

Right away, the room filled with the blend of Billie and Storm’s voices, unmistakably playing over the radio. It was official—they were on the radio.

“I-I’m on the radio,” Storm stammered, unable to believe her work was really airing on the actual radio, open for anyone in the region to hear. “I’m on the radio! Mommy, come quick, I’m on the radio!” She jumped up and down, and her father began recording the moment to share with family back in his homeland. “Mommy, come quick! My song is on the radio!”

“I’m coming!” Veronica’s voice echoed from upstairs as she hurried down, feeling a mix of pride and a strange tension brewing in her chest. “I can’t believe my baby is on the ra—”

“Ahh!” Storm’s excitement turned to horror as she watched her mother trip on the stairs, tumbling harshly and hitting her head as she fell. “Mommy!”

“Peaches?” Billie’s voice, once joyful, now sounded afraid from the other end of the phone. “Peaches, what’s going on?”

I was on the radio and thought my life was going to change…It did, but not in the way I’d imagined.

“It was a stroke,” Storm heard the doctor say, though his words seemed distant, with only fragmented phrases fully reaching her. “Expressive aphasia.”

“W-what’s that?” Storm asked, her confusion mounting as she looked from the doctor to her dad.

“It’s a condition affecting a third of stroke survivors. She can understand speech but may have difficulty speaking fluently and with movement,” he explained gently.

“What’s the recovery rate?” Roman’s voice was strained, seeking hope.

“I’m sorry,” the doctor replied, and Storm felt the rising hum in her chest build louder, almost drowning out his words. She didn’t want to hear it. In every dream or other life, her mother stood strong, head held high, dressed in her neatly pressed pantsuit with her signature So-Kate heels. She was her steadfast mom, who brushed Storm’s white curls and assured her she could achieve anything she dreamed of. “There’s a ten percent chance that Ms. Dash will return to her previous state.”

“It’s going to be okay, Peaches,” Billie said softly, squeezing her best friend’s hand as Storm sat next to her in the sterile hospital hallway.

“No, it’s not,” Storm whispered, as tears slipped down her cheeks. She turned to look through the doorway at her mother lying unconscious, bed-ridden, surrounded by tubes and wires. “She won’t be the same. My mommy won’t be my mommy anymore.”

“Yes, she will, Kitten,” Finneas crouched down in front of her, gently wiping away her tears. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“Finneas says he’s going to make us superstars,” Billie murmured, rubbing Storm’s hand soothingly. “You’re going to be a world-renowned composer, Peaches.”

“I just want my mommy to be okay,” Storm’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“And she will,” Billie said firmly, her own voice filled with determination.

“How do you know?” Storm asked, looking into her friend’s eyes, seeking something to believe in.

“Because I believe it,” Billie replied with conviction. “And it’s okay if you don’t—because I’ll believe it for you.”

Hope You Liked It!

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tieronecrush · 1 year ago

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⏯︎ i want your video

preoutbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: none, she’s fluffy :)

word count: 1.2k

summary: based on the song “i want your video” by djo

you get a little too drunk on a night out with your friends. they call your boyfriend joel to come to the bar to pick you up, but you beg him to stay so you keep dancing for another song or two or five. and of course, he obliges.

warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, no/pre-outbreak, established relationship, use of pet names, alcohol use

a/n: i literally love this song and just imagine joel being the one holding your bag every time i listen

“I’m not going anywhere, darlin’. I’m here to take you home, so I will take you home when you want to go,” Joel speaks in his low, affectionate timbre into your ear, his head bent down so you can hear him over the pop music blaring around the bar.

“Just one more song, I promise. Unless the next one is really good. Then you can take me home, handsome,” a small drunken burp comes out as you pull away and wink flirtatiously at him, a laugh slipping out as you stumble back towards your friends. Halfway there, you turn back a bit too quickly, nearly tripping over yourself.

Joel steps forward, ready to swoop in and catch you. You balance back on your feet before he can make it over, taking short, exaggeratedly careful steps back to him.

“I forgot to ask. Can you hold my bag? It’s just been so annoying and I just wanna dance and it’s so heavy on my arm and --”

Joel’s light chuckle cuts off your drunken rambling, nodding as he holds out a hand for the small shoulder purse that is hanging on your shoulder.

“Course I can, sweet girl. Gimme your bag, I’ll be here waiting for you.” He looks down at you tenderly, with no annoyance on his face about the fact that you’re keeping him here late or about the fact that your friends had to call him to pick you up in the first place. His large hand dwarfs the bag, holding it by the body of it and tucking it against his chest. He crosses his arms over it, leaning back against the high-top table where your friends and yourself have discarded your empty glasses. Many empty glasses, he notices.

Joel’s attention is pulled back to the dance floor at the sound of your voice singing over the music. A grin pulls at his lips, watching you as you move to the beat of the music. It’s rhythmic, and the alcohol in your system has lowered your inhibitions enough to make you completely carefree. There are no rigid movements, only fluidity. Hips sway back and forth, nearly hypnotizing him as he hones in on them.

Your laughter pulls his eyes away from your body, gaze falling on your face. It’s lit up with elation, your eyes sparkling in the lights of the bar and your smile wide on display. Your hands hold onto your friends to your left and right, all of you now jumping around and singing to some Spice Girls or Destiny’s Child song that he doesn’t know the name of.

He’s completely enamored with the sight of you, an affectionate smirk quipping up the side of his mouth as he chuckles to himself. There’s a beaming light inside of you that is shining unobstructed through the joy you’re sharing with your friends and even the strangers around you. He can see people staring, unbothered by any guys checking you out cause he knows that he’s the one that’s getting you overnight. He’s the one holding your bag, the one who’s got your back until the end of the night and beyond.

In the midst of his admiration, you’ve separated your hands from your friends to peel off the platform sandals you’d decided to wear out. He warned you before you went out, knowing that he’d end up putting band-aids on your blisters in the morning. The sight gives him another chuckle, shaking his head when your eyes find him and send him a pleading pout. Your hands hold your sandals out by the straps, swinging them back and forth.

He concedes and waves you over, meeting you at the edge of the dance floor to take your belongings. You send him a grateful smile, eyes glazed over by still holding the warmth they always do when you look at him.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best boyfriend ever! One more song, I mean it!” your words draw out in the most minor slur.

“Whenever you want, darlin’. But be careful, please. Don’t want you to step on any glass.” He gives you a serious look, concern in his eyes as he takes your shoes from your hands.

“I will be. Thank you, love you!” Your words are punctuated with a quick kiss pressed to his lips, soft laughter trailing behind before you turn around and run back to your friends.

Gone in a whirlwind again, he just sighs contently to himself, returning to his post at the table. He spends the next twenty minutes just watching you, in a state of being that is completely who you are. You move like you know what to do, each motion confident and carefree.

God, he was in awe of you. Always yourself. And he feels so lucky to know so much about you, and to be the one you chose.

He’d let you know what he’s been feeling tomorrow night in the comfort of your shared home, but for tonight, he’s content to wait until you’ve danced til you drop and he can be the one to carry you home.

A few more songs pass before you say your goodbyes to your friends, all of them hugging you and sending Joel an appreciative wave. He smiles and sends a short wave back, eyes focusing on you as you stumble towards him.

“Ready to go, pretty girl? Danced out?”

Your eyes are half-lidded, the drowsiness from the activity and the drinking of the night finally catching up with you. Your head lulls in a nod, gentle grin growing on your face.

“I’m ready. Thank you for indulging my need to dance. And for coming to get me,” you hiccup and take your shoes, slipping them back on without doing up the straps. Joel keeps your bag in his hand, clasping his other with yours to start guiding you out to his truck.

“You wanna know a secret?” you lean into his side, tumbling over your feet for some steps. He holds you tightly, walking slower to stay slightly behind you in case you trip.

“I always wanna hear secrets from you, sugar. You always got the good gossip.” His small jest makes you laugh, the sweet sound pulling the corners of his lips up into a wide smile. He squeezes your hand, leading you out of the double doors of the bar into the cool night air. He quickly separates from you, shrugging off of his jacket and draping it on your shoulders before intertwining your hands again.

“Not gossip, sorry. But still a good secret,” you grin impishly, swinging your hands between you as you approach his car, “I asked my friends to call you. I know you gotta work tomorrow but I wanted to see you sooner, and when you were awake 'cause you probably would’ve been sleeping by the time I got home.”

Opening the passenger door, he gazes down at you with adoration, his wide smile still plastered on his face.

“I’d come to get you any time, anywhere, baby. And you can always have one more dance.”

tagging some mutuals for funsies: @swiftispunk @joelsversion @johnwatsn @midnightswithdearkatytspb @pedrit0-pascalit0 @theelishad @undrthelights @ladamedusoif @ruinedbylanadelrey @thetriumphantpanda @pedgeitopascal @dinsdjrn @thepascalofus @pedgito @soaringcloud @somedayauthor @alloftheimagines @pr0ximamidnight @beskarandblasters

#joel #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x yn #me #writing

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 2 months ago

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Holding Out For A Hero (Bonnie Tyler)

Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed/Late at night, I toss and I turn/And I dream of what I need/I need a hero/I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night/He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast/And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

"I mean good god this song is horny in like a metaphysical sense. I simply can't articulate how hard this song hits when you listen to it at 2am while chronically single (bonus points if you listen to it directly after Gimme Gimme Gimme by Abba)."

Chords (The Amazing Devil)

Walk into your waves my loves/Tell them all your names/Go tell them how we failed you/And gift to us all your blame

'Cause we'll be all that you hate about yourself/So you can grow/'Cause life begins by leaving/And our love is shown in the letting go

Think back to days in hidden caves /They’re still so small I gave them everything They’d paint your eyes with sunsets /My saints, my sighs, my upsets, and the days I couldn’t cope And the waves. Oh the waves

"Oh no my parental issues have manifested in audio form to smack me gently over the head"

"It's about growing up and leaving home and parenting. It's about knowing that your parents loved you as best as they could even if they had their issues and resenting them for their mistakes and trying to be better than they were but acknowledging that you can't help but love them anyway."

"It makes you feel loved in a visceral way, the absolute pain and devastation in knowing that someone you love is going away, but that the love will endure. Grasping at the shards of good memories despite the pain of knowing that they will hurt you. And the waves. Oh, the waves."

Chords submitted by @saint-oleander + others

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #bonnie tyler #the amazing devil

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osleeplessflowero · 1 year ago

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The sun peeks into your room through the windows, casting its light upon everything it can touch. A fan in your room moves the curtains slightly with it, keeping you cool away from the sun's harsh warmth outside.

You lie peacefully in your bed sleeping away, moving between different dreams that are just mashed up of different thoughts, some comprehensible, some not.

The world is calm this morning.

At least, it was at the start.

As you feel yourself being trapped within a dream, you start to hear a muffled voice outside. Someone saying your name over and over..and over..

You open your eyes once your name is clearly said, blinking to un-blur your vision as you turn to see who got into your house.

"Good Morning!" Blue smiles sweetly at you, leaning over the side of the bed to look at you.

"...Blue? How did you ge- oh wait, I gave you a key, that's right."

"Yep! I Always Make Sure To Have It When I Plan To Come See You." He holds it up to demonstrate.

"Okay, well..what are you doing here exactly?"

"I Wanted To Ask You Something And I Just Couldn't Wait For You To Wake Up- You Always Oversleep-"

"Sleep is peaceful. I don't have to do anything when I'm asleep."

"i hear that."

You turn your head towards the doorway, seeing Stretch leaning in it, smiling lazily over at you. You give a half-hearted wave.

"Don't Encourage Them, Papyrus-" "don't lie, you like to sleep in too." "I- That's- Shush." You smile amusedly at the two, sitting up.

"Anyway, I Came Here To Ask If You'd Like To Join Us On Our Way To The Beach Today! We Wanted To Pick A Day Where Not-Too-Many People Were There. And That's Today."

"The beach? I dunno..I don't know if I have everything I need."

"We Could Go Shopping With You Beforehand, If You'd Like! C'mon, Don't You Wanna Have Some Fun Today? It Beats Sleepinggg-" Blue smiles, trying to persuade you. He succeeds.

"Eh, sure, why not? I'll check to see what I've got and what I need."

"Great! We'll Wait Downstairs."

"M'kay-" You watch them go downstairs, then stand up.

"Okay..time to find everything."

A bit of time passes as you scurry around your room, trying to find anything and everything you could possibly need for this daily trip.

You tend to overthink a little about every possible scenario there could be, wanting to be ready.

"you good in there?" You hear Stretch call to you from behind the closed door.

"Yeah, just gimme a sec." You grab the bag you placed everything in, before walking out of your room.

"did you get everything?" He smiles, glancing down at you while his hands are stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

"Yep- everything and beyond- just gotta get a new swimsuit. My last one's a bit too small for me now-"

"i'm sure we can find something for you once we're out."

The two of you talk as you walk downstairs until you finally reach the bottom, meeting up with Blue and walking out of the house.

You decide to sit in the back with your bag since there's more space and freedom to move there, relaxing for a bit. Some nostalgic songs play from Blue's playlist. Once you showed some classics to him he couldn't stop listening, so they pretty much fill up his playlist now.

"Comfy Back There?" "Yep, I'm all good here, Blue." "Just Making Sure-" He slides on some shades that were adjusted a bit to fit over his eyesockets.

You look out the window, smiling and waving at your neighbors as you pass by them. Everyone's so friendly here..it wasn't always like that, it took quite a bit of time before some of them warmed up to you. But once they did, you found yourself having strong bonds with them.

A neighborhood full of skeletons..who'd have thought it'd be possible? Certainly not you, that's for sure.

Everyone moving in was a pretty sudden surprise, but as time went on and you found yourself talking more and more with them, you couldn't imagine life without them.

"alright, looks like we're here."

"Oh, sweet." You smile as Stretch rolls the window up, sitting your bag down, grabbing your wallet and exiting the car before the others.

The three of you go into the store together, you taking your time picking out a swimsuit that suits your taste, as well as an oversized tee.

After a bit more time and a short fashion show, the three of you drive to the beach together. Surprisingly, it's completely empty today.

"Woah- no one is here? That's a bit odd- it's like..ridiculously hot out."

"we lucked out, it seems." "Aw, I Was Kinda Hoping I Could Talk To Some Other People. But! We Can Still Enjoy The Beach Plenty By Ourselves."

The three of you exit the car, the skeletons pulling out their beach equipment like floaties and an umbrella, you helping them carry some of it over to a nice spot near the water.

The three of you head over to the changing areas, you letting them go first, sitting down in a chair and waiting for them to come out.

They both decided to wear swim shorts of their signature colors, Blue's having some cute watermelon patterns and Stretch's having some flamingos. Ironic as always, aren't you, Stretch?

You go to change yourself, walking out and doing a 360 for Blue, feeling your face flush a little when he applauds your choices in swimwear.

You each make your way to the area where Blue set up an umbrella and some chairs. Stretch lies down on a towel, claiming he's "getting a tan", wearing some shades that cover his eyesockets. (He falls asleep within the span of a few seconds. How he does it, you'll never know.)

Blue starts to blow up some pool floats, careful not to bite into them and accidentally pop them. (He's done that before.)

You walk out to the water and feel it beckon you to enter it, so you do, running into it and falling face first, sinking until you're completely submerged.

Swimming has always been fun to do, floating beneath the bright blue water and swimming up if you sink too far.

You float back up to the surface, shaking your head a bit to get your hair away from your face and seeing Blue running towards the water.

"CANNONBALL-"

He jumps in, making a big splash next to you. You laugh a little and wait for him to swim up, grinning at you once he reaches the top.

You splash him with water, him promptly splashing you back. This goes on for a while before you end up accidentally splashing Stretch and waking him up.

"Oh shit- sorry, Stretch-"

"do you have any idea what you've just done?"

"Um-"

"you've declared WAR-"

And with that, he joined the two of you in the water, splashing you rapidly.

You find yourself laughing until water gets in your mouth, causing you to choke for a second before spitting it out. Gotta love it.

Blue steps in to defend you, the two of you teaming up against his brother in an epic splashing showdown.

Once you all get bored, you resort to swimming around for a while. Stretch floats on his back, and Blue dives underwater to see if he can find any hidden treasures.

"so, you having fun, hon?" Stretch opens one of his eyesockets to look at you as you swim up to him.

"Yeah, I'm really glad I decided to come with you guys today. It's pretty fun being able to swim. One of my favorite things about summer. And getting to be here with both of you, well..I wouldn't miss it."

You smile warmly, your smile growing a little when you see Stretch's cheekbones flush a light orange shade.

Blue emerges from the deep, popping up beside you.

"Room For One More?"

"Always."

You each chat and swim around a bit more before getting out of the water and drying off, you putting the tee over your swimsuit and sitting on the towel Stretch placed down a bit ago.

They grab some drinks out of a cooler and you grab some snacks you packed from a bag.

"So, Has Today Been..Entertaining?"

"Yeah, it's been super fun. We should do this again sometime."

"I'm Really Happy We Could Spend Some Time With You..Just The Three Of Us. Not That I Dislike The Others Or Anything, It's Just, Well..They Tend To..Catch Your Eyes More."

"Oh, Blue..I didn't know that was how you felt- I'll spend more time with you, promise. I don't want anyone to feel left out."

He simply nods in response, his cheekbones flushing a bit blue as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"don't forget me." Stretch sits down on your other side, leaning his skull on your head.

"I'm really happy I could spend the day with you..thanks for dragging me out of bed."

"It'll Definitely Happen Again-"

You all watch as the sun slowly sets, painting the sky with shades of purple and orange flowing together oh, so nicely.

"I can't wait.."

#sleeplessflower's oneshots #underswap #underswap x reader #underswap sans x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #swap sans x reader #swap papyrus x reader #swap sans goes by blue #swap papyrus goes by stretch #gender neutral reader #using the common fic nicknames

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strange-creature-222 · 18 days ago

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Ok just got back from MCR concert live stream (couldn't use Tumblr while watching so I just watched and decided to write everything later). I'm just gonna jot down my thoughts in one post for everyones sanity just . uh sorta pretend that anything with a — between lines is a new thought eye gee (Way)

Ok so first things first: AAISAIVUFJFJVHCNDNDIDIFICH NSKAOSIVN NDNSOSFI UJRSICI JSNSJDIFIVJ NXNSJSIFIFI HSNANDKVIVJSNEB J JSJDNCJ N DNWJISIVVJWBBFVI UCJSNDNVVJ

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I joined right before Mama started and I think that was by the will of some divine power, like what are the chances I join right before my favorite song off the record starts

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Guys I love my chemical romance so much oh my god I love them they are the band ever 😭😭😭 <3

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augh just. Hearing everyone in the crowd singing with such passion, in any concert really, is everything to me, it genuinely makes me so emotional, all those people coming from far and wide to listen to the music they love so dearly. People who's lives have been changed by this music. I can't express how emotional the mere concept of concerts make me

I was also singing along the whole time

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YOU'RE JUST A SAAAAAD SONG, WITH NOTHING TO SAY, ABOUT A LIIIIIFFEEELONG WAIT FOR A HOSPITAL STAY, AND IF YOU THINK THAT IM WRONG, THIS NEVER MEANT NOTHING TO YOU

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I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING, I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE, HONEY IF YOU STAY ILL BE FORGIVING, NOTHING YOU CAN SAY COULD STOP BOTH ME GOING HOME

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Thank you Mikey Way I love Disenchanted

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Famous last words is so awesome its such a good ending to the album (Blood is end credits to me so they don't count, I say that with much love because I'm a huge fan of Blood)

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gotta be honest, any time I heard the ominous noises between songs some part of my brain was like "yo their gonna play something from Danger Days now!!" As if they were gonna play bulletproof heart in the middle of TBP

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Omg they played Nanananannananananananananananana !!!!!!

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LOVE GIMME LOVE GIMME LOVE I DONT NEED IT BUT I'LL TAKE WHAT I WANT FROM YOUR HEART AND I'LL KEEP IT IN A BAG IN A BOX PUT AN X ON THE FLOOR GIMME MORE GIMME MORE GIMME MORE

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Helena oh my god I love Helena

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I learned this yesterday but damn Gerard cut his hair

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Have I mentioned that I like MCR a whole lot?

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Ok that's all I'm super tired and its 2:30 am byeeeee

#MCR #Creatures Ted talks #silly music people doing silly things #I wanna see them live so bad #mcr wwwy

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 1 month ago

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hey slug,

whats ur opinion on the dh trailers?

Let's give them a listen! I'm currently in public waiting to catch a train, so I may breeze through this a little faster than usual.

Sasara's Laughin' Hope

(17 seconds in) Already obnoxious. (said with affection) Perfect for Sasara. Clashing dreadfully with the country song the café I'm in just started blaring.

(23 seconds in) Wait, no fancy subtitles? Channel Hypnosis Mic, you can't do this to me :(((

(30 seconds in) Oh okay there they are. I guess the earlier bit didn't have them because it was just snippets of other songs.

(33 seconds in) "So painfully aware of social mores it wraps back around to acting inappropriately" Cheers, bro, I'll drink to that. I like it that Sasara's acknowledging it outwardly to more than just himself or Roshou.

(45 seconds in) Man's opening tf up. You love to see it.

(52 seconds in) This song is too damn catchy to be listened to in public.

(1 minute in) "Gimme a light"... I wonder what that's supposed to mean. As in, light my cigarette? (That one gay-ass SamaSasa cigarette panel comes to mind.) Shine a light on me/illuminate me?

(1:08) I'm not a big autotune fan, but I'm kinda vibing with this.

(1:11) "Laughin' when I'm in pain, laughin' when I'm feeling fine" Homie is going THROUGH it

(Overall) I like Sasara saying the quiet part out loud--not just to himself, but to an audience. (Because it seems like most of his songs are performances, right?) Also a bop. Very fun!

Roshou's On My Way

(0 seconds in) All I can think about is that Phil Collins' room

(13 seconds in) I have literally no idea what to make of this, musically.

(33 seconds in) ...This feels like an anime ending. I think that's my only takeaway thus far. It's like...scrambling my brain. This isn't a bad thing. I'm just very...intrigued?

(39 seconds in) Okay the backing beat helps immensely.

(1:35 seconds in) Ohhhhhhh okay the "on" is from 途中. I think the vibe this title is supposed to evoke is kinda like "Work in Progress."

(Overall) I actually quite like this in terms of plot! It's a very hopeful song for Roshou and contrasts quite a bit with Sasara's song--he's openly acknowledging his issues and facing them head-on instead of being like "I use laughter as repression :) for the depression :)" The part starting from 1:29 is like: I'm still on my way Still hung up on the future Retying my shoelaces Only enemy to speak of is myself Only point of pride to speak of are my many failures All the answers I wrote that I went back and marked wrong Of course I wish I could back and do things differently, but I look up and watch the airplane shooting through the sky. Stop saying all the time: "Crap, what have I done?" "Crap, what do I do now?" Get out from inside my own head, Look out at the world around me. I see a long road ahead of me One that'll take so long to walk I don't know how I'll ever finish it. But let's go, one step at a time!

Rei's The World is Yours

No doubt orchestrated by Rei himself, Youtube gave me a financial scam ad on this video.

(8 seconds in) Yeah I can dig this.

(17 seconds in) What the fuck is that yelling in the BG

(26 seconds in) Oh, I like this a lot. There's an idiom in Japanese--"10 people, 10 colors"--meaning that each individual has their own unique outlook on the world. Here, Rei says "Repainting over the gray city [with] the ten people, ten colors seeping [into me]." Love seeing Rei express that other people enrich your life

(50 seconds in) He's unexpectedly honest in this song. There's a confessional or vulnerable quality to it I don't see often in Rei

(1:06) "Here and now, I'll fulfill a promise [I made] long ago and far away" Oh??

(Overall) Huh, interesting! Seems to be a "Life is what you make of it" sort of song

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks

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patibato · 4 months ago

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[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-A17 - Alien Egg

Ushio: …

The washbasin isn't dried after use, and of course, the mirror's covered in water.

The towels are wet, and the paper I brought for my own use is empty.

And best of all, they're playing appropriately loud music for a quiet night…

…Hahaha, hahahahaha…!

(This is why I don't want to live together with humans!)

*footsteps*

*door opens*

Ushio: You lot- -!?

*spray*

Akuta: Ah, whoopsie.

Ushio: What… is this…?

Akuta: Cola!

Nanaki: Aaah, it got all over your face. That's what happens when you come in without notice. Poor thing.

Muneuji: Are there towels? Kinugawa, please check to see if the floor's dirty.

Kiroku: …

Nanaki: We were having an "Adult-Free American-Style Party". Didn't invite you cuz we figure you hate lively stuff.

Ushio: … …

Akuta: YEAH~! I always give a warm welcome~! The carbonation'll reduce the wrinkles on your brow~♪

Ushio: …Why are you sucking the can from the side.

Akuta: This is "shotgunning". Saw it in a movie. You make a hole in the cola's guts, put your mouth there, and drink it di-rect-ly!

Makes you look like a super refi~ned adult. Popular with the ladies too!

Ushio: …

Nanaki: Ahahaha, you really are stupid. So soothing.

Ushio: It's not.

Muneuji: I see, so that's how all adults consume canned beer. I learned something new.

Ushio: …Is your helmet fully waterproof?

Muneuji: Yes. It's very pleasant, being guarded from the spray.

Akuta: Gimme another!

Nanaki: Aaalright, what song do we put on next. DJ's gotta be good at picking something to liven things up

Ushio: You guys can go to hell.

Akuta: Huh!? Of course we can! Falling, falling~!

Nanaki: Fine by me. When that happens, you'll be going there with us.

Ushio: …

Kiroku: …Ku… …

…Kurama… you might… know this, but-

Right now, the adults are… at a gathering… with some of the locals-

Ushio: -Buddharupa…

Kiroku: …!

Ushio: Idiotake doesn't listen, and it's annoying how Panda just has to get the last word in, so I'm gonna talk to you.

Kiroku: … …

Ushio: Why is it that you aren't stopping them?

Aren't things in a terrible state all over? Are you calm, even seeing such a disastrous scene?

Kiroku: Disastrous… scene?

Ushio: Selfishly using other people's paper, leaving clothes lying around after getting changed. Making my face all wet and sticky with cola. Saying things are noisy is an understatement, aren't they causing a disturbance?

What are you doing, hiding in a safety zone without stopping them? It's obvious the adults will be angry when they return, isn't it?

Kiroku: … Uh… ah…

Ushio: Hey, why? I'm absolutely not letting you get away until I get an answer.

Kiroku: … Ah… um…

Egg: …!

Kiroku: Ah.

*beep*

Ushio: … …

Muneuji: Oh. It's the egg.

Akuta: It's clinging to Ushio's face…!

Kiroku: …The, egg…

Ushio: Hh…

HOGYAaaAAAAAAAAAGH!

Kiroku: …Has, sprouted… legs…

Ushio: AAAAAH NO, WHAT IS THIS! OFF! GET IT OFF! SOMEONE GET IT OOOFF! NOOOOOO!

Kiroku: Kurama… you're kind of… r-reacting like a little girl…

Ushio: I can't see anything! Oi, Buddharupa! You're there aren't you! Huwwy and, and, get, get it, get it aaawff!

Kiroku: …Don't, move…

Egg: …

Ushio: …What the hell…

Kiroku: The egg has… legs…

Ushio: I can SEE that! That's so disgusting! Something like that, on my face…!

I'm going to wash my face. With a scourer.

Kiroku: -…But it's… so cute…

Ushio: Is something wrong with your aesthetic sense.

Kiroku: ……

Akuta: Yeah, I also got mega scared when I saw it earlier! It's all squiggly! So cool!

Nanaki: …I don't think it's alive, but I wonder if it has a purpose.

Kiroku: …I don't know… but, it's… cute…

Muneuji: I'm proud to be able to witness the miracles of space.

Ushio: You guys, what are you talking about this so casually for!? That's not normal!

This is ridiculous! Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous! Saying it upfront, I'm changing my mind!

No way we can keep this! We've gotta throw it in the sea! It's my turn next, so I'm telling you now I'll definitely throw it away!

Nanaki: Yes, we're on the same page.

Ushio: First time I'll agree with you. Alright, the people who want to throw it away are me, Panda, and Kinugawa, so that's three. Majority rules means-

Kiroku: …!!

Ushio: …What is it.

Kiroku: I won't hand it over…

Ushio: Huh!?

Kiroku: I absolutely… won't hand it, to anyone… won't let you… be cruel to it.

Akuta: Ah, you comin' over to our side? Then we're the majority once again~! I'm not throwing it away!

Muneuji: Not throwing it away.

Kiroku: … Not…

Nanaki: shit.

Ushio: …

Right. That's fine. Give it here.

Kiroku: I won't, let you… throw…

Ushio: You're too suspicious. I won't. It's just my turn now.

Or do you think I'm a guy who's so bad at reading the room that I'd try overturning a majority decision?

Kiroku: …

Ushio: (I mean, obviously I'll throw it away. Aaah, but I don't want to touch it directly… I'll put it in a bug cage or something later…)

-Later, then. You guys make sure to clean up properly.

Akuta: 'Kaaay, good niiight. Nanaki, put a new song on! Something with oomph~!

Ushio: …

*door closes*

*Akuta and Nanaki laughing*

Muneuji: ……

News Reporter: "Moving on to our next report."

News Reporter: "Early this morning, a fire broke out at a coastal park in a metropolitan area. A cleanup robot's entire body was…"

Ushio: ……

News Reporter: "The incident saw no casualties."

Ushio: ……

Momiji: (Ushio's watching the news like it's the end of the world… I wonder if he's alright.)

Ushio-kun?

Ushio: …

Momiji: (No response. …Seems he doesn't want to talk.)

*door opens*

Muneuji: I have returned.

Momiji: Ah, welcome back. Thanks for going in my place!

Muneuji: No need to thank me.

In regards to Kinugawa, who is working hard by himself in the atelier, I would be happy if I was of even a bit of help.

Momiji: Kiroku-kun… how was he?

Muneuji: He's holed himself up in there, immersed in his creation like a man possessed, but-

*knock knock*

Muneuji: Kinugawa.

Kiroku: …

Muneuji: Pardon me for entering while you're concentrating. I come with provisions from Chief.

It's a large size bento centered around deep-fried food. An irresistible course for any growing Japanese boy.

Kiroku: …It's big… and… tawny… Thanks…

Muneuji: I'll leave it here. Well then.

Muneuji: Though there didn't seem to be any signs of it just yet, I'm sure he'll wolf it down sooner or later once he gets hungry.

And - I feel his countenance has changed somewhat. Any indication of his melancholic worrying has disappeared, or rather-

It was like an evil spirit had been purged from him.

Momiji: I see. That's great! Good job… ah.

Is that a souvenir? Did you get that for your family?

Muneuji: Yes. I took a quick look at a souvenir shop on my way back, and as there were many good-looking items, I got this for my younger sister.

Momiji: (So you really love your little sister, Muneuji-kun.)

Alright then, could I get your report on how everyone's getting on?

Muneuji: Understood. To start, as I'm sure you are aware, Nanamegi has begun composing his own music as he found simply operating it to be boring - he's full of motivation, and doing well.

Isotake has been vigorously shooting various scenes in Shodoshima, and is enthusiastic about editing them to match shots from the festival.

Momiji: Everything's progressing soundly, then!

(It's Day Five of the study tour, too… the festival's the day after tomorrow.)

(My only concern is…)

Ushio: …

Momiji: (This kid, who's lying down in front of the TV… I guess.)

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Masterlist

#18trip #18tlip #18trip translation #main story: bitter sweet sixteen #akuta isotake #kiroku kinugawa #nanaki nanamegi #muneuji kaguya #ushio kurama #momiji hamasaki

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