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corrodedcoughin · 2 years ago

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something something southern boy eddie being jealous of nancy and steve growing closer (even though there's nothing going on between them and it's all in eddie's head) and going to an open-mic night in country bar a couple of towns over to sing jolene.

that's it. that's all i got. i just want more eddie singing dolly parton songs and he'll be such a petty lil jealous bitch that jolene fits him perfectly. okay, hope you're having a lovely day friend!

oh my lord do NOT get me started on Dolly Parton loving steddie. I believe and will promote it!! Southern boy Eddie just feels right somehow, I love everything you said.

Now you are going to have to forgive me for all inaccuracies because I am not American but here's some thoughts.

Eddie thinking Steve and Nancy are getting closer, they've been spending more and more time together, heads bent close and talking in whispers. Every time he sees them it feels like a fist around his heart and windpipe a hot, uncomfortable thing that makes him want to turn on his heel but finds himself staring and hurting instead.

He deals with it the only way he knows how, through music and who better than miss Dolly? He spends nights in his room blaring out Jolene, and I will always love you. Sometimes he mixes it up, adds new artists in Willie Nelson with 'Always on my mind', patsy cline 'crazy' and whatever else he can torture himself with.

Wayne handles it as best he can before he's knocking on Eddie's door shouting to turn it down when the soundsytem starts to rattle the mugs on the shelf. He loves Eddie like a son but if he loses another mug to Tammy Wynette's laments he's going to start hiding his record collection from that boy.

Without an outlet for his heartbreak Eddie gets restless so one day after he sees Steve and Nancy whispering and smiling again he jumps in his van and drives, speakers turned up and when he stops he finds himself a couple of towns away outside a bar with some pretty interesting clientele that, while keeping a low profile, are clearly having a good time. He gets curious and Eddie has never been somebody to shy away from his own curiosity so he goes in and what he finds changes his life.

There is such an amazing mix of people, couples and non-couples and most of all, a complete lack of stares or judgement. He keeps looking around, a smile on his face grows when he sees the stage when the barman is at his elbow

'You here for the open mic night? You look the type anyway'

Eddie turns to face the man, certain that this is a place he is coming back to

'Not this time, but sign me up for the next one'

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It’s a few months down the line and Eddie is a regular, carved himself a spot on the stage in this evidently accepting and thriving gay bar.

He is gearing up to go out, ready to pour his heart out after seeing Steve pick Nancy up and spin her around, his whole mood souring and the overwhelming pain and sadness sitting low in his stomach. It had been manageable up until then, difficult sure, but manageable. So tonight is the night.

He walks up to the mic to familiar cheers and heckles; he always has such a varied set but never a bad word said about him. Eddie gets himself settled on the stool, acoustic guitar in hand and without giving himself a chance to look at the crowd he starts with the opening notes to Jolene and silence spreads across the audience. Eddie gives it everything, holding nothing back and the bar patrons join him in the chorus. He puts all his sadness into his performance, catharsis in its purest form. He aches and the audience aches with him, it finally feels good.

He looks up then and makes eye contact with the girl that has broken him. Nancy Wheeler stares at him across the bar, she stands in a gap in Eddie's eye line, somehow with nobody in front of her. Sad eyes seeing something in Eddie he never planned on sharing with her. He looks down immediately, not wanting to completely self-destruct in the middle of his set. But that's when he catches Nancy's hand, Nancy's occupied hand holding another hand. A distinctly non-masculine hand. He looks back up. Robin Buckley? Holding hands with Nancy Wheeler? Eddie has to park that thought, can’t let it into his mind when he has his set to finish but it finds a place to sit, to be addressed later, he's curious, not hopeful but definitely interested in this turn of events.

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He finishes his set to applause and takes an ostentatious bow, packs up his stuff and shuffles off to the bar, hoping to get a drink and think about what he saw. Eddie manages to get to the bar when Nancy intercepts him, Robin in tow. He should have known she wouldn't ignore him, not when Eddie has actually been in her house, made small talk during the summers when the school couldn't be used for Hellfire and Mike's house was the only available spot.

'Hi Eddie, I just wanted to say, WE both wanted to say, that was great. Really great. Right Robin?'

Robin swings forward, hand still attached to Nancy's and starts to talk, going over Eddie's playing, song choices and then the cover of Jolene. Both her and Nancy change their body language at that lean close, soften their eyes, seem to pick up on something Eddie was showing but not telling.

The thing is, Eddie knew about Robin, they'd had talks in the band room cupboard, tentative at the start but then more open as time went on. They had a trust between each other that neither took lightly. And because of that, Eddie felt protective of Robin, doesn't want to see her hurt when she has clearly opened herself up to somebody new.

Just then Robin shoots off, says something about the bathroom which leaves Eddie and Nancy together. Eddie doesn't really know what to do with himself, doesn't want to talk to the girl that is responsible for his heartache but also doesn't want to let the opportunity to protect his friend go. So he doesn't think, just throws himself in at the deep end and hopes for the best

'You know Ms Wheeler, never thought I'd see you in the kind of place. Taking a walk on the wild side before returning to your castle?' It's not nice but it’s not overly hostile, he hopes

'Yeah, well Robin wanted to come and I thought it might be fun. Let her show me the ropes a bit'

Eddie raises an eyebrow at this

'Wouldn't it be better to come here with your boyfriend? Does he even know you are here or you just here to get some kick from Buckley where nobody can see you? Go back to you 'normal' life in the morning?'

To her credit, Nancy doesn't get angry, raises her head to look Eddie directly in the eye and begins to speak but is interrupted by Robin making a reappearance next to Nancy and then, much to Eddie's horror, a voice comes from behind him

'Ah the love bird reunited at last, don't know how you survived without breathing the same air quite honestly'

'Oh, shut up dingus, I know for a fact that you are disgustingly co-dependent so don't even start'

And that's when Steve fucking Harrington comes up to Eddie's side, places an arm on his bicep and squeezes

'Hey man, you were amazing. That Dolly cover? Goosebumps dude! I'd love to hear more if you know any of her others?'

Steve is leaning in close to Eddie, he is smiling at Eddie, he has his hand ON Eddie's arm. Eddie...may have misinterpreted some things.

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It's another few months down the line and Eddie is about to step on stage at his familiar open mic night. He walks up on stage, electric guitar this time, plugs it in and tunes up, not giving the crowd any attention. Then, when he feels ready, his eyes are up and he finds the familiar pair in the crowd. Steve.

Turns out the time he and Nancy had been spending together was to plan romancing Robin and the spinning? That was when Nancy had finally secured a date. He feels silly for it now but hey, worked out in the end, right?

Eddie smiles wide, gets close to the mic so it’s almost muffled

'Stevie darlin', this ones for you'

And Eddie starts Dolly Parton's 'Baby I'm burning' as the audience gets up on their feet and Nancy pulls Robin and Steve onto the dance floor. It's loud and it's fun and Eddie doesn't stop grinning the whole time, smile evident in his voice as he sings and he sends his thanks out to Dolly.

#HELLO THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!#I hope this is okay!!!#I am very much not American so please forgive me #I wish I could weigh in more on southern eddie because I love that idea #I could have gone full fic length on this ngl but stopped myself because who needs that on an ask #anyway!! thank you!!! hope you’ve had a good Tuesday!!!#and thank you AGAIN!!#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask #ps Eddie and Steve definitely do island in the stream at some point and the crowd goes wild #finally getting Steve on stage after Eddie’s constant reverse hecking #Robin and Nancy are front row and do the whole pretending to be groupies

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reggiejworkshop · 2 years ago

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"The Record Store"

These types of stores are always a neat place to visit if you happen to have any interest in music. While they're probably not as easy to find nowadays since many prefer the digital route when it comes to getting music, they're definitely worth seeking out to take a look. You can find all sorts of records here. A rare cassette bootleg from an indie band, a out of print album that's only available on vinyl, a famous album that managed to find its way in the bargain bin, or tons upon tons of one dollar soundtrack CDs that are usually ignored. But on top of finding different kinds of records in these stores, you can find all kinds of people too. Music lovers, casual browsers, music collectors, audiophiles, and sometimes musicians. And when you bring all these types together, you get all kinds of conversations too!

Record Collector: "I'm telling you, a Japanese import of this Cars album can go up ten times as much as this used one. The sound quality is amazing compared to this!" Casual Browser: "So I'd be dropping an extra grand just to hear less cracks and pops?" Max Goof: "...oh sure, and Powerline's my older brother!" Grunkle Stan: " No really, I know these guys. Let me tell you how I once got in a slugfest with Henry Rollins at Lollapalooza!" Phillip J Fry: Weird, I thought these things died out before I went to the future. ( looks around) I am still in the future aren't I?" Wakko Warner: "Hey, Rumplestiltkin! Can I look at that when your done?" Groundskeeper Willie: "Ay. Sure thing, laddie. Just don't call me that again." Seller: "You sure you can't take em? Only half of these skip!" Record Store Guy: "Sir, we only take non warped records here. Begone, record warper!"

This is one of the places I always try to go to whenever I get the chance. One thing I love aside from drawing is collecting and listening to music. And most of my musical tastes were forged from the various finds that caught my attention within these stores. I don't visit these places that often nowadays, one because I rarely have the time, two it gets really expensive. You'd be surprised how much money you can end up burning through just from going through the bargain bin selections week after week.

So I wanted to do a new crossover fanart piece that's loosely based on my experiences in visiting these stores. While I tend to go for a retro look in my artwork already, I decided to do something different by using a standard comic book color sheet. One that contains only 64 colors. While I did end up doing a lot of extra color mixing further down line, I mainly kept with colors in the pallete, one so I would have less difficulty in choosing colors, but also so it would have more of an old school look.

Here's a link below to the various comic book color palletes if anyone is interest in trying that out. http://www.madformidcentury.com/2013/10/mid-century-color-palette-in-comics.html#.ZCujJXbMKM8

See how many characters you can spot here! And for a harder challenge, see how many album covers are here as well!

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stuffedwriting · 2 months ago

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Cavern Captivity

The gun-filled ship of Captain William Scotch sits on the crimson water as it’s cracked its way through some sandy world with strange mile wide, deep, black, holes. William’s interest peaked, he called out to his two most trusted and untrusted crew members: Lady Charlotte Peacock and Quinn Mclain, “Ante up you two!�� They approached and Quinn objected with his cutting accent “Oi! I wa just drinken’ me head off now yer makin’ me do dis shite? Gimme a focken break first.” Charlotte joined in, “He’s right Scotch. We just had that disaster of a cruise we sneaked on and now you’re jumping at another one of your adventures. I won’t go.” She crossed her arms in defiance then Willam spoke to sway her, “Oh Lottery don’t be that way. You can’t lie to me! I know you’re looking at those pits the same way I am, you’re dying to know aren’t you? Plus I want to show ol’ McFucker over here what we do! You know, show him the ropes, get to know him!” Charlotte sighed at his teasing as spoke with a small smirk invading her lips, “Damn you Willy, you know me too well. Still, how will we get down there?” He chuckled, “We took Quinn’s ship’s crane didn’t we?” Quinn interrupted, “ Oh no, you can’t be focken serious!” The two giggled in unison and replied, “Oh yes we are!” He shot back with a tired look, “Foine. But how de hell are ye gonna get da damn ting over dare? I doubt the two o yous can drag that much metal.” William smiled, “You know how to disassemble it don’t you? Come on, the nearest hole isn’t so far.” Quinn became increasingly annoyed, “Yur a real pain in de arse ya know dat? How do ya know dares anyting down dare? Could be fuck all for all we know!”

The pairs’ smiles never wavered as William answered, “That’s the best part! I have absolutely no idea what there could be! Crystals, people, animals, we don’t know until we check!” Quinn’s eyes widened when he heard the possibility of undiscovered creatures, “Animals? Ah you got a point dare Capin, I’ll go take apart ta crane.” Quinn disassembled it and put the pieces on sleds and laid them on the sand. William and Charlotte met him when he was finished, “Aw dare you are, everyting ready for ya.” William pat his back, “Atta boy, I knew it was a good idea to take you with us!” Soon they miss miserably dragged the metal to the hole and they each stared into its depths in amazement, first William, “Blimey…” next Charlotte, “Magnificent…” then Quinn, “Fuck me, would ya look at da size of it…” William took himself out of his trance and addressed his companions, “Right you two, let’s put this thing together.” They turned the heaps of parts back to a small crane attached to the sleds to keep it stationary. They climbed on the latch and William shouted “Geronimo!” as they lowered themselves into the darkness.

When they reached the bottom the light from above showed dozens of caverns as passageways all reaching out and twisting in every direction. William spoke first, “Alright gang, let’s split up. We’ll cover more land that way.” The two looked at him in pure annoyance and they said in unison; “Shut up William.” Not knowing if he was joking or not, nor caring. Charlotte picked a random direction and started descending into the darkness as she told the men behind her to turn on their lights and give the extra to her.

Far into the complex of the tunnels Quinn felt a crawling, itching feeling on his arm, as he moved his gaze and hand to scratch it he saw what looked like a centipede mixed snake wrapped around his limb. He gave a quiet sound of surprise yet loud enough to stop his companions. He smiled at the newly discovered creature, “ello ya little bugga.” At the sight of the insect Charlotte’s eyes widened and screamed which echoed off the walls. She protested, “Quinn… what in the shit filled Seine is that.” He laughed and replied, “Oh dis? Dis is a newly discovered species! Can ya believe it?! Alien life! Just gotta name it… Ah! Scolopendra Serpentes.” William interjected, “Those are fancy science words, how does a gypsy like you know that stuff?” Quinn answered, his giddy smile at the bug on his arm as he remembered, “Da whole camp paid for mah college, I’ve always loiked animals, day never could take me away from ta horses and dags wit us. So when I got to mah university I knew I wanted to be a zoologist. I failed my tests in da end and had ta join a minin’ boat but I got ta loik at fish so it’s all good I suppose.” Charlotte spoke, panicked, “That’s really interesting Quinn but please could you get that fucking thing out of here?!” He unwrapped it from his arm and threw it to the side and William teased, “Do you know anything about birds? Because I got this peacock that I just can’t seem to tame.” The “bird” in question shot back, “Could you help me first because there’s this really bothersome ape I know.” Quinn smirked, “Bricker all ye want, I know you two fancy echudder.” At this the pair quietly told him shut and continued in silence trying to ignore their embarrassment.

Soon, during aimless their walking, Charlotte stepped into the darkness and suddenly her foot did not fall on stone, but instead on air but before the rest of her body could join her in her foot’s free fall William grabbed her arm and pulled her close, she clinged to his clothes. Quinn looked at them then shined his light towards the cliff and his eyes widened. Staring at giant glass globes in the vast cavern. Then he started laughing, laughing in pure excitement, either these were built by a civilization or were miraculously naturally formed. Whatever the case, it turned Quinn’s knowledge hungry mind ravenous. As soon as the others saw the same Quinn was already climbing down and they scoffed out a laugh and joined. It was still pitch black as they reached the wall of the sphere, with the help of their lights they saw what was inside the glass, a city of strange, long limbed and bodied pink creatures the size of people. Their lights reflected off the ground inside, so some part of this orb of a structure had water in it. Quinn remarked, “Holy hell! A city! Intelligent life!” William stared, “What are they? They look like pink lizard gummies.” Quinn smiled as he answered, “Tey look like Olms!” Charlotte gave him a confused look, “What’s an Olm?” Quinn thought for a second, figuring out the best way to get the information across, then replied, “Ya know Axolotls? Tose pink water salamanders? Dey live in rivers, Olms live in caves. Tay’re longer and blind. Tease tings we’re looking at must off evolved tah same way.” William asked, “Should we go talk to them?” Quinn spoke, “Nah, tey live in tah darkness and unter water, I doubt dey speak English. Aye missy, ya got a paper and pen? Need to write tis stuff down.” Charlotte tore out a blank page from the notebook she used to write her poetry and handed it and a pen to him with a “Here.” With that he took notes and drew a rough sketch of the beings he laid his eyes on. Afterwards they all sat in awe, taking in the entire situation’s alien beauty. Then, after they had their fill, they decided to return to the ship, back through the caves, another scream from Charlotte and subsequent call of laughter from the others when she saw another bug, and finally clinging to the crane’s claw as it raised them back up to the sand.

Later, once they reached their ship, William took the wheel to venture once again into the Crimson Storm. Once they came out of it, the air turned cold, flecks of snow fell down slowly and beautifully. Charlotte looked down to see the water had changed from its bloody red to a familiar, clear icey, blue. Then suddenly there was a loud metal bang and William raised his head to see the source, he shouted in annoyance. “Really?! An iceberg?!”

#the crimson sea #william scotch #charlotte peacock #quinn mclain #writing

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handfulofmuses · 2 months ago

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Write a sample of how the fandom stereotypes your character!

Tagged by: @mixed-up-multiverse

Tagging: steal it!

“Watch out, here I come! I absolutely REVEL in these virus powers! They are FUN and make me kill people yippieeee !!!! I do it out of pure ENJOYMENT and nothing else look at me I am an oil thirsty killer who is out for oil !!!! Wheee fun fun silly willy !!! I’ve got EVERYTHING under control and I am totally not afraid of myself or my powers!! Haha just kidding Uzi I am not sorry you have this virus too it’s fun !!! I am the most SELFISH person in the show and I want to learn how the control the virus to harnest this power for MYSELF.

I do not care about anybody but myself !! Screw Lizzy, Thad and Uzi!! I just want to SLAUGHTER Uzi all the time, I have no layers, no nuance I manipulated everyone in school so that they think I am just a normal girl muahahahaha!!!!!

You know that perfect little girl Uzi who can do no wrong? Compared to her my powers and killing people bring me absolute joy !!! Uzi has not done a single thing wrong and is obviously the most selfless person in the show and she should absolutely tear me to pieces because only she is allowed to grief she went through SO MUCH WORSE than everyone in the show combined here is a list and I should consider myself lucky I only lost my parents I am the most horrible person in the show who deserves to die and it’s all my fault somehow #VirusForevaaaaa!!!!”

“I am an irredeemable evil corporate beach who loves doing my job I am an absolute bootlicker!!! All I want to is to WIN and that’s why I joined up with a force beyond our comprehension who controlled us, made us kill everyone and destroyed the planets and decided to keep us around as pets and because I want to be a winner I do not care that it is wearing the skin of my best friend. I have such a massive planet sized ego and I think I am better than anyone else! I totally was alone on purpose and wasn’t isolated and had many chances to change sides, I also totally wasn’t willing to do an allyship with Uzi who then blow off my head out of pure pettiness, that obviously didn’t happen. I am working with the virus because I CAN. Because I want to WIN, duh!!!

I also lock my fellow drones in basements because I hate them!!!! I do not care about anyone else besides myself and Tessa!!!

Wait … what do you mean N is near Tessa and her favorite???? HOW DARE HE I HATE HIM !!! Tessa is MINE STAY AWAY FROM HER “

#;corrupted systems (doll)#;playing://bestmonologueever.mp3 (j)#thank you Gracie that was fun #i am still confused #that people say N was the favorite and that J hates him because of that #when Tessa spend a lot of time with J??#again - I do not dislike Uzi I dislike fanon Uzi

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innytoes · 2 years ago

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Hi! How about 5+ headcanons for the Caleb’s harem au?

-anotherfantom

-Any time Alex' parents are shitty about him and his Sinful Lifestyle he sidles up to Caleb like: can I be your date to this fancy event in a really slutty suit. He is usually shy about the whole arm candy thing except when he's fueled by PURE SPITE. They have also gone clubbing, all five of them, after a particularly uncomfortable confrontation in a supermarket where Alex was just trying to buy his boyfriends some damn chocolate chip cookies as a treat.

-Willie is so amused at his three new boyfriends being so in awe of Caleb and delights in ‘poking the bear’ in front of them because they’re like ‘oh no you can’t just... wait you can? You can literally just plop yourself on his lap and demand attention when he’s not in his office? Or ask him to buy you something? Or demand a specific kinky sex act???’

-Reggie is the King Of Grilled Cheeses and is delighted to have money to buy and test out all kinds of new fancy cheese for his grilled cheese repertoire. Caleb comes home one day to the boys all sitting around the island testing grilled cheeses and Reggie shyly offers him the latest one and he’s just like: this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted would you be willing to share the recipe with the chefs at my club.

-The grilled cheese at the club has added gold leaf and costs like a ridiculous amount of money because rich people are Like That and Caleb knows his target audience. Nobody knows the secret ingredient is like the cheapest most plastic cheese known to man.

-When it gets to be even vaguely late spring, Luke is like ‘okay it’s Naked Pool Time now’ and proceeds to just be gloriously naked in the fancy outdoor pool while Alex is still bundled in his hoodie and flannel pyjama pants standing in front of the big glass windows with a hot mug of coffee like: half of me wants to join him and half of me wants to cry because just looking at him makes me cold.

(Willie: the pool is heated.

A good time is had by all.)

-One of the many bathrooms has a bigass hot tub. Reggie learns that Lush bathbombs and hot tubs do not mix. Reggie is very, very apologetic to the person sent to fix the hot tub.

-Caleb may or may not have a plan to destroy the Mercers and Reggie’s parents and the only thing holding him back is that Willie snooped on his computer and gave him a glare like: Do Not, they will be upset if you do. But please do help me talk them into getting therapy they clearly need it. Also Luke.

-One time the heating broke and it was a fight who got to cuddle up to Luke (the human furnace) in bed. Eventually Willie was like: fuck this. And he dragged his mattress downstairs in front of one of the biggest fancy fireplaces, made a fire, piled 17 blankets and his boyfriends on the mattress, and they slept like that. Plus the dog. And the cat. Caleb comes downstairs and is like: what... is this.

-Bobby who has nothing to do with the harem at all like: I’m not judging you for this because you’re my friends and you’re all clearly happy but I’m kind of judging Caleb and Willie for their taste in men.

#julie and the phantoms #the caleb's harem au #calebxwilliexalexxreggiexluke #AUs are awesome #not!fic #I wrote a thing #just picturing Caleb following the sound of 'oh no oh no oh no' and opening the door to see like a giant column of foamy pink bubbles #and closing the door like: NOPE I didn't see this #imagine Bobby trying to give Caleb the shovel talk when Caleb is thinking like: I could ave you disappeared so fast but it's sweet you care

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soytts · 2 years ago

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Funky little smut fic for my dnd character and his man.

Uh. Idk who would want to read this but y’know

Word count: 3476

Content included: fucking in a room with 6 other people, inappropriate use of mage hand (or is it), bondage, the silence spell not the same as by book because my dm said so, oral (both ways), definite over use of the pet name dear, subtle jabs at one characters past relationship, unprotected sex (wrap your damn Willy), an entire paragraph about one of the characters hands, so much praise, voice kink, I feel I need to preface this again they would have been seen if another character didn’t cast a form of darkness around them, light bending not the spell darkness it’s different.

The end is so rushed because I suck at writing actual fucking. Anyway. Enjoy if you’re reading this!

I’m sorry I don’t know how to do the read more thing in mobile. You gotts to scroll

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“- That kiss was pretty good..” Ray’s eyes moved in between Anubis’s eyes and lips “but, it could get better don’t you say..”

“Practice does make perfect,” Anubis scooted ever so closer to Ray. “I wouldn’t mind practicing again…”

“I mean. It’ll take a long time to get to perfect, not that I mind,” Ray’s hand slid softly against the mixed blood's side. “We could add a few other things to it. Things I enjoy, things you enjoy,” Ray paused searching for a reaction on Anubis’s face. Seeing the bright red blush deepening he continued, “if that’s what you’d want that is.”

“I’d enjoy that, a lot actually,” Anubis placed a hand on Ray’s chest. Anubis’s mind slightly wandered back to his time with Kane, would it be similar, no, probably not. They’re very different men. Ray seems softer than Kane could ever be, more deliberate movements, he knows what he wants and so does Anubis.

Their next kiss was not as good as the first one with the magic no longer at play and the desperation and slight jealousy from Anubis less in the picture but it was still very enjoyable for both parties. During the kiss Ray had pushed Anubis down into the bed getting on top of him, it seemed like he was wasting no time getting to what he wanted.

Ray pulled away from the kiss to cast a silence bubble around the two of them. Anubis, thinking straight for a second, pushed himself up from the bed.

“Wait, we’re in a room with 6 other people. I’m gonna be a hypocrite for how much I harp on Jason and Sam…”

“Don’t worry, they won’t be able to hear us,” Ray got his knee in between Anubis legs pushing a light amount of pressure where he wanted it most.

Anubis’s thighs twitched at the idea of someone seeing. Still slightly worried about the others he looked between the rest of the room and Ray.

“We can stop if you aren’t comfortable with this,” almost on cue cypress seemed to notice what was about to go down and bent a darkness around the silence bubble. Letting out a sigh of relief Anubis laid back down.

“Sorry about that. We can continue”

“No need to apologize, boundaries are boundaries”

“Hah, right. Now come here, my lips are getting a little cold here,” Ray smirked, his hands sliding up Anubis’s sides stopping finally at the tie seated neatly around his neck. Starting to undo the navy tie he went back into a kiss. Anubis wrapped his arms around Ray’s neck deepening the kiss in the process.

Ray broke away from the kiss for a second, “may I call you dear? If you do so oblige,” Anubis’s heart skipped a beat, pet names, oh how he loved them, always wanting to be called one but never having the nerve to ask. Always felt like he’d be belittled by his fuck buddies for asking it, it felt so intimate, like you can only get one in the right circumstances.

“Oh gods, you can call me that all the fucking time, it sounds so good coming from you.” Ray laughed a bit, “well dear, I’ll be sure to call you that often,” before Anubis could respond, Ray pressed his lips back on Anubis’s.

Ray pressed his knee more into Anubis’s crotch causing the smaller man to slightly tighten his grip on Ray for a moment. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled away from the kiss, taking the tie with him as he moved back. Placing it in reach on the bed he then started to unbutton Anubis’s shirt following each undone button with a light kiss to his exposed skin. Adept hands pulling off the shirt, he grabbed the tie sitting on the side and motioned for Anubis to give him his wrists.

“Hands. Unless this is a no from you,” Anubis smiled, giving him his wrists to seemingly tie them up. God did Ray's hands feel good in Anubis’s. Slightly calloused but still soft somehow. Whenever Anubis had been bold enough to grab his hand he always noted how they felt, how his grip tightened when something bad was said or done. He’d most likely never admit it out loud but he spent a large amount of time looking at Ray's hands, he was doing it now. Watching him work, his movements were so smooth and careful. Less rough and forced. He made quick work of Anubis’s wrists, pulling slightly on the restraints to make sure they weren’t too tight.

“Are they feeling okay?”

“Uh- perfect, yeah,” Ray smiled and pushed Anubis’s arms above his head, “perfect, you’re perfect…” Ray's hand slid lower, fingers brushing along the waistband of Anubis’s pants. Anubis’s face warmed at the praise and he hid his face in the crevice of his arm.

“Tisk tisk, no no, we can’t have that,” Ray cooed, grabbing Anubis’s chin “look into my eyes dear,” eye contact, Ray likes eye contact, forcing his eyes to meet with the purple ones looking at him. “Ahem, sorry. Uh, I just get uhm embarrassed with eye contact in these situations,” the soft laugh that left Ray’s lips made Anubis blush more if that was possible, everything about Ray was attractive to Anubis very much including his voice, it’s so nice, and smooth in a way. Everything about him is smooth.

“Don’t worry, I find it adorable. But I do prefer to see the look in your eyes when you’re experiencing pleasure”

“Hah I do enjoy looking at those eyes, they’re very beautiful so I’ll try. For you.” Anubis smiled and winked. Ray, not expecting the sudden boldness from Anubis flushed, it was hard to tell sometimes but in this moment Anubis knew.

Anubis, getting antsy with the no movement of the knee settled in between his legs, started to grind slightly. The layers of fabric not giving him enough stimulation to satisfy the need crawling up him.

“Please, I need more.”

“Can’t be too greedy dear. Good things come to those who can wait patiently, hm, you can do that for me can’t you,” he was teasing him, just as Anubis enjoyed. With one look Ray somehow knew what Anubis wants in bed, or they could just like the same things. A whine left his lips clenching his thighs around Ray’s leg. A hand soothed over his thigh, running softly up and down. He chuckled lightly, thinking about the things he could do to the man writhing impatiently underneath him. Most would have to wait for another time, hopefully there would be another time. He wanted to do much more than he had planned but for the sake of the others in the room he decided not to. The thought of them possibly seeing still adding that bit of risk that makes Ray excited.

Anubis was moving those tied up hands too much for Ray’s liking, tisking he casts mage hand. It’s only going to be for a bit but Ray does need both hands at the moment, as much as he would want to hold Anubis down by himself.

“Be a dear and stay still, I don’t want to keep casting mage hand every minute. I will, but you’re a spell caster, you know how annoying it can be.” A whine coming from the smaller man was what he got in response. Anubis was so interesting in his mind. This very charming and bold man in the streets who gets flustered at simple compliments and gets shy when someone else takes control. He then felt it, a knee pushing against the very noticeable bulge in his pants. He let out a low groan, Anubis’s thighs clenched at the sound as he let out a small moan of his own. Ray then realizes his voice's effect on Anubis. The mixed blood did say he found it hot, he didn’t know that just the sound of his voice would make him moan himself.

Ray did note for the future that Anubis is impatient and will use any part of his body to get it moving along. Ray smiled thinking of an idea that would make the brunette go wild. He leaned down, mouth level with his ear and started rutting against Anubis’s knee. Breathy moans filled the air and Anubis in his desperation started grinding against Ray’s knee again.

Ray tisked. Using his free hands to halt the movement of Anubis’s hips.

“If you can’t stay still dear I’m gonna- ah, make you watch me pleasure myself and only myself while you sit there and watch. You don’t want that do you?” Anubis shook his head, “thought so, you wanna be played with hm, if you’re good for me and stop moving I’ll take my shirt off, I saw you looking I know what you want to see. And if you’re really good I’ll even pay some attention to your desperate little hole,” Ray lightly bit at Anubis’s earlobe while waiting for an answer.

Anubis moaned at the thought, “yes please! I want that so bad, I’ll be good. I swear,” Anubis was jealous of how in control Ray was, he could keep his voice so stable and still make Anubis flustered while he was basically humping his leg.

For the first time while Ray was removing his shirt Anubis looked down at his cock that was so obviously looking for attention, he could tell from the bulge he was a bit over average for size, perfect, that’s all someone needs if they know how to use it, and from what Anubis is experiencing currently Ray most definitely knows how to use it. Anubis shivered in excitement, as much as he wants his aching pussy to be touched not being covered up by layers of clothing he really wants to pleasure Ray and show he isn’t just a pillow prince. Also, if he’s sucking his dick he’ll be able to hear more of Ray’s moans and groans so it’s a win-win situation.

“Ray,” Anubis pushed himself up from the bed. Ray raised an eyebrow at the other’s movements and hummed a response. “Can I- uh,”

“Spit it out dear,” Anubis’s eyes moved in between Ray’s bulge and his eyes thinking of a more proper way to say what he wanted to. Ray, seeming to notice what Anubis wanted smirked, but he made no move to start it. He wanted Anubis to either say it or initiate it. Anubis decided to give up on trying to say it in a romantic way.

“Can I suck you off?” Ray laughed a bit “oh my, no better way to say it dear?”

“Probably, but would it really have the Anubis charm if I didn’t say it in the most crass way possible”

“Hm, I do love that about you. Well, if you so wish you should be getting to work, my cock won’t suck itself dear,” Anubis, surprised by the ‘vulgar’ wording from Ray, hesitated for a second. “Are you okay?” Ray’s eyes filled with a small bit of worry.

“Oh, ahah, yeah I just wasn’t expecting such a refined gentleman to say something like that, you are right though, your cock won’t suck itself,” Anubis smiled and got to work. Using his still tied hands to unbutton Ray’s pants he was then stopped.

“Ah- ah- ah- no hands dear,”

“Wha- how am I supposed to-“

“You have a perfectly skilled mouth don't you, why don’t you use that,”

Anubis squinted at Ray and thought for a second, he did guess that it would be pretty hot to watch. He sighed and lowered his hands. He bit his lip, wracking his brain on how to possibly do this. Deciding that nothing will get done if he doesn’t move he lowered his head and grabbed a hold of the fabric with his teeth. Looking back up to Ray he was met with purple eyes staring down at him. His mouth slightly agape, cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowed, his hair, as messy as it was in this moment, framed his face perfectly. God did Anubis wish he could take a picture of Ray in this moment, everything about this man was perfect to him, he’s so elegant and Anubis loves it.

He pulled at the fabric, the buttons popped out of their fabric holders from the tension. He was now faced with another issue, how could he get his cock out from his underwear without hurting him with his teeth. Ray, realizing why Anubis is hesitating, stood up and removed the remaining clothes in the way.

Ray’s cock could only be described as pretty, 6 inches standing proud, it curved up slightly, at the base was a neatly trimmed patch of hair that went up into the happy trail that Anubis snuck glances at when Ray was shirtless. It twitched at the cold air of the room, a little dollop of pre-cum cumulating at the tip. Anubis started with an experimental lick, testing the waters, he put the tip into his mouth, sucking slightly while his tongue ran along the underside. Ray’s hips twitched forward at the stimulation on his sensitive tip, letting out a breathy moan that only encouraged Anubis to take in more.

Anubis’s fingers twitched. He could so easily give himself some stimulation, he decided not to, to keep his hands neatly folded in his lap as Ray used his mouth. He bobbed his head, taking him in deeper. The tip hitting the back of his throat he had to suppress a gag, his throat constricting around the tip which made Ray thrust in farther. This time he couldn’t control the gag, Ray quickly pulled out.

“Are you okay? I didn’t force you too far did I?” Anubis coughed on the saliva stuck in his throat. “No, no, you’re fine, don't worry. My throat has been fucked before one gag isn’t game over for me,” Anubis winked as he so attractively wiped the spit off his mouth. He went back in, and in one breath his nose was touching his pelvis. One of Ray’s hands tangled itself into Anubis’s hair, pushing down holding the man in the position for a second before using it to control his movements. Anubis couldn’t keep his eyes open as Ray bruised the back of his throat. His moans filling the bubble causing Anubis to moan around his cock, the vibrations only encouraging him more.

“Fuck..” Ray moaned as his cock twitched, “I’m- close, where do you want it,” he loosened his grip on his hair letting Anubis move where he wanted. He looked back up at Ray and then continued bobbing his head.

“Shit- you’re… so good to me- so beautiful… fuck-“ he grabbed Anubis’s hair again and forced him to take him fully as he came. He twitched as cum made its way down Anubis’s throat, pulling off he swallowed most of what he could keep in his mouth before coughing up some, he looked up, Ray looked picture perfect. Chest heaving as he recovered.

“That- was amazing, dear. I think you deserve a little attention down there don’t you think,” he pulled him into a kiss, the taste of his cum on the others lips. He picked Anubis up and placed him on the bed once again,

“Hands above your head,” Anubis sighed and complied, getting his arms in a comfortable position, he shivered in excitement. Ray wasted no time removing the remaining clothes.

“My my, who could have possibly gotten you this excited, love?” His fingers run through the folds collecting some of his wetness. He raised it to his lips and put his fingers in his mouth, tasting his essence. He groaned at the taste, removing his fingers to go down for more. He licked a stripe collecting the wetness ending at his clit. He sucked on it as his fingers prodded at the entrance. They entered and Anubis’s thighs clenched around Ray’s head. His fingers scissored inside to stretch him out. In the process one of the fingers brushed over a spot that made Anubis’s body twitch forward. Ray smiled knowing he found what he was looking for, his fingers attacking the spot.

Anubis’s orgasm approached quicker than he’d like it to, it was just too good and he’d been holding off for so long.

“Ah- fuck fuck, Rayyyyy…. I’m so close, keep going fuck,” Ray looked up at him, his eyes clenched shut, eyebrows upturned in pleasure. The knot in his stomach snapped when Ray thrusted his fingers in once again. His whole body convulsed as the orgasm took over him. Ray continued his actions, riding him through the orgasm and more slightly overstimulating his sensitive clit.

“Ah- stop, stop, too much,” Anubis scooted away from the stimulation and closed his legs, “ah, sorry my dearest, I may have gotten a little distracted.” Another kiss, Ray seemed to like kissing after oral, maybe so they could taste each other. Anubis didn’t know but he was glad he wasn’t one of those people who would not kiss after you sucked them off. Those people always gave Anubis the ick, the same people who would let you suck them off but wouldn’t even think of eating you out. Anubis was glad Ray enjoyed oral as much as he did, he did get hard again from eating him out.

Ray positioned himself between Anubis’s legs and started to rut himself into him. His hands run along Anubis’s sides, tracing the discoloration and scars that litter his body.

“You’re beautiful, so beautiful,” Anubis wrapped his arms around Ray’s neck looking into his eyes, his fingers touching the remnants of his horns. “Everything about you. Is so perfect,” Anubis didn’t know if he was told that often but he knows from experience it’s always good to hear it from the ones you care about. It’s so easy for Anubis to not lie to Ray, so right, he can’t find a reason to like when he was with kane. It's so nice. No other people for him to look at the same way he looks at Anubis. It felt so good.

“Oh.. thank you dear,” judging from the reacting he didn’t get told that often, he did flush every time Anubis would compliment him, natural response but from what Anubis knows about how he used to think about himself he feels he needs to hear it more, just as Anubis knows he needs to hear some things.

Ray thrusting inside snapped him out of his thoughts, letting out a surprised moan as Ray sighed at the feeling.

“Sorry for surprising you there, I couldn’t wait much longer,” he started at a study slow pace, his thrusts still having a good power to them, shaking the bed with each of them.

Anubis’s moans filled the bubble, as much as Ray did enjoy Anubis’s voice he did need to focus. Pushing two fingers past his lips. “Suck, keep your mouth busy, I do love the sound of your voice but seeing you sucking on my fingers is very enjoyable.” Anubis’s tongue swirled around the fingers in his mouth, his eyes going half lidded looking into Ray’s, pleading, for something. He didn’t know what he was pleading for, it just felt right.

Casting mage hand again Ray moved it to focus in on Anubis’s clit while his other hands were busy, his body twitching, close, still sensitive from his previous orgasm. Ray was hitting all the right places while the mage hand abused his clit forcing the rising orgasm to approach quicker.

A muffled moan coming out around his fingers, words that Ray could barely pick up on. He assumed it was something along the lines of “I’m cumming” as a muffled scream ripped through Anubis as he came from all the stimulation. His body convulsing, his cunt clenching around Ray in the right ways, sucking him in.

Ray was close, so very close when he pulled out and jerked off furiously above Anubis’s slack body. He came with a low groan, painting his chest with white.

He flopped down beside the other man, catching his breath before going to unite Anubis. Placing a small kiss to the bruises forming, casting prestidigitation to clean the two of them. He pulled the smaller man into his chest, holding him there.

There was no need for words in this moment, the silence comforting as they both caught their breath from the mind blowing sex that just had happened,

“My,” Ray was the first to speak, his voice rough, “that was amazing.”

“Hah. Yeah, you sure know what you’re doing,”

“As do you,” Ray smiled and started playing with Anubis’s hair, brushing it out of the way and kissing his forehead.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that another time.”

Anubis giggled, “I don’t think I could let you run away after that.”

#smut #dnd ocs #dnd character #dnd fic #dnd fanfiction #oc #oc fanfiction #oc smut #ftm ns/fw #gay ftm #ftm mlm #gay

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invisibleraven · 2 years ago

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Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: Who does all the cookies and gingerbread house?

Day Sixteen: Let It Dough <-AO3!

Alex poofed into the Molina family kitchen and immediately regretted it. Every surface seemed to be covered, and Julie was there in the middle, tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she happily stirred away at a bowl.

“Did a flour bomb explode?” he asked, taking in the dusting of white powder on the counters.

“Oh hey Alex, it’s Christmas baking season!” Julie replied. “I got a little carried away, but don’t worry, it’ll all get cleaned.”

Alex took in the ingredients everywhere, the dishes filling the sink, the oven humming with a tray of something inside. “How many cookies are you making?”

“At least ten different kinds,” Julie offered. “I give them away as gifts to my friends and then there’s more to eat when the family comes over on Christmas. I’d offer some to you and the guys but…”

“We can’t eat them,” Alex finished. “D-do you want some help baking them though?”

“You like to bake?”

Alex flushed but nodded. “Yeah, before everything, my mom and I made cookies every year at this time. Most to give away to the parishioners during Midnight Mass, but we also kept a few, just for the family. As I got older my dad discouraged it, but it was something I really enjoyed doing.”

“Well then roll up your sleeves!” Julie encouraged. “The sugar cookies are in the oven, these shortbreads are almost done, and then we can start on the gingerbread people!”

“You making a house too?” Alex snarked, starting to sort through the chaos in order to help her.

“Nah, store-bought for that is fine. We just have to watch it because Carlos likes to steal the candy and leaves the cookie part alone,” Julie cautioned.

“I mean, I don’t blame him there. No one really likes gingerbread.”

“Don’t tell my aunt that, she’s super proud of her recipe,” Julie replied.

Soon enough the mess was more organized or dealt with, the dishes cleaned and drying, and cookies were cooling on the rack. Alex helped Julie measure and mix all the ingredients. He still didn’t really like the taste of gingerbread, but he would admit that these smelled delicious, all sweet from the molasses and spicy from the ginger, cloves, and nutmeg. He cut out all the little people, half girls, half guys and put them in to bake.

A while later, when the baking was done, the kitchen disaster sorted, and the cookies cooled, it was time for Julie’s favourite part; decorating! They whipped up several varieties and colours of icing, and went to town.

Snowflakes, snowmen, trees, and presents all came to life as they did the sugar cookies. The shortbreads just got a fine layer of sprinkles. But the gingerbread people was where Julie went all out.

She held up her first one; in a sleeveless blue shirt, black pants and an orange cap with a few wisps of brown sticking out. “It’s Luke!” she proclaimed. “You wanna do one for Willie?”

Alex beamed and nodded, grabbing one of the girl figures that the skirt had been shaved down and went to town. Sure his design skills were a bit lacking, but it was a good enough cookie likeness for him.

From there, Julie did Reggie, Flynn, and Carrie cookies while Alex tackled her family ones. He was especially proud of the one for Victoria, as it was the neatest and he hoped his cookie did her proud. He also did a sneaky Julie cookie, grinning as he dusted the icing with purple sparkles.

“Here’s you,” Julie offered, handing him a cookie that did look like him, down to the pink shirt and fanny pack. He couldn’t help but smile at it, how lovingly done it was, but that was Julie, full of more love than she knew what to do with.

“Bet I’m delicious,” he commented wryly. “Thanks Jules.”

Julie leaned in, grabbing him in a fierce hug. “You are more than welcome. I wish you could get to enjoy them, so I really appreciate you helping me knowing you can’t.”

“I had fun too,” Alex said, squeezing her tight. “I only ever got to eat them on Christmas when I was a kid anyways, so it’s not such a big loss.”

“Hey guys,” Willie said, poofing into the kitchen, waving. Alex and Julie broke apart, grinning at him. “Oooh, cookies!” He snatched up a shortbread and took a large bite, moaning at the taste. “It’s delicious!” he said through the crumbs.

“Ummm… how can you eat outside the club?” Alex asked.

Willie shrugged. “Christmas magic?”

Alex picked up a sugar cookie and brought it to his mouth, gently nibbling on it. The flavour of it burst across his taste buds, and he beamed at Julie. “I can eat the cookies!” The two of them bounced up and down, then stopped so Alex could truly savour the taste.

“We’re not telling Luke and Reggie right?” Alex asked after he’d polished off a few select treats, Willie and Julie also helping themselves.

“Not if we want them to last until Christmas,” Julie replied with a wink and took another bite of her snickerdoodle. “But we’ll give them their gingerbread men later, and see what happens.”

“Ten bucks says they’ll be too terrified by the idea of eating themselves to even try,” Willie wagers. Alex agrees, but that doesn’t stop him from snagging a gingerbread star to sample, and dammit if tia isn’t right about her recipe being the one good gingerbread one.

He’s tempted to take a bit of his Alex cookie, but Willie beats him to the punch, scooping it up and devouring half of it in one bite. “Delicious!” he says with a wink and Alex is certain his face is as bright pink as his hoodie at that.

But he snags the Willie cookie and repeats the motion. He’s not sure what’s tastier; the cookie, or Willie’s expression.

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #alex & julie #jatpadvent2022 #julie and the phantoms

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aparrotandaqrow · 1 year ago

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Bit of a hot take maybe but with the exception of etiquette rules that were founded on blatant racism, almost all etiquette rules served and can continue to serve an important purpose. Even beyond providing social scripts. Including which fork to use.

Let's use the forks as an example. Suppose you've got a meal with several courses, which will include some nice appetizers, a salad, an entrée, a soup, and a dessert.

If the meal's menu has been well-planned, you're likely to encounter a variety of flavors in this meal. And I don't know about you, but I don't particularly want to get the taste of raspberry vinaigrette on my salmon or quiche or what have you. What's the easiest way to not mix those flavors between courses?

Yep, that's right, have the different courses on different plates, and use a different set of cutlery. The only place the flavors might mingle is your mouth and stomach, and there are beverages and palate cleansers to take care of that.

So if you're gonna have a bunch of cutlery in the place setting, it'll get super confusing if it's all laid out willy-nilly. It all gets a lot easier if you adopt a simple rule: start at the outside, and work in. Appetizer fork on the outside, then either entree fork or salad fork depending on which comes first. Soup spoon on the outside on the right, then a spoon for the entree if it calls for one, and the dessert spoon usually above the plate, so once the dinner plate is cleared, you have easy access to it.

It's a simple rule that is first and foremost intended to meet a practical need.

If you come from an upbringing that didn't often include meals with multiple courses, or didn't have enough silverware to not just lick the current set clean and reuse it, then of course that rule wouldn't be obvious right away. And a proper host or neighbor at the table, knowing or inferring this about you, would politely and discretely tell you how to navigate the place setting.

Etiquette rules have often been used as cudgels for classism and racism, but that's not one of their inherent properties. People just used them that way. Just look at the internet today; people find loads of reasons to exclude people they don't like. And that is rude.

I feel like in the rush of “throw out etiquette who cares what fork you use or who gets introduced first” we actually lost a lot of social scripts that the younger generations are floundering without.

#etiquette

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human-antithesis · 9 months ago

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Wicked (Ice Cube Cover)

Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones... Wicked!!!!

Ha Ha 1. .2. .3 and I come with the wicked style and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a t Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck! but it's a must to Duck! Duck! Duck! Before I bust ya! Looking for the one that did it You want my vote, no your never gonna get it Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillin Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille Wicked, Wreckin Baby, I'll rock that test tube baby, take it. . .

'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire But know I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Don't say nothing just listen Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison You going my way you get served Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around All you see is big black boots, step in, use my steel toe as a weapon And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about p Your sly, you pig, dig Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket but ya talkin...

People wanna know how come I get a gat and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like Ghetto Blaster December 29th was power to the people, ya'll might just see a sequence 'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that dosen't fly straight I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Williams, I'm doin with the pil I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...

#Korn #Nu Metal #United States #USA #US #Ice Cube #Cover #Youtube

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rinarecommends · 3 years ago

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Inked - K.Bakugou x F!Reader

Hello my readers! It’s Rina back at it again with another collab from bnharem. This time it was a literal dream come true because it is all BAKUGOU fics. Everyone wrote a fic for bakugou, so for all my bakubabies, its time to read!

This is my VERY first smut, so be gentle. I am liable to delete my whole blog if this tanks, but I’m putting myself out here anyways! ... I’m kidding, I won’t be deleting my blog, just yeeting myself off the internet or something as dramatic

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy folks.)

This is a tattoo artist bakugou au that has been on my mind for the longest, so I decided that this was my time to shine.

For the collab, I got the dialogue; “do you trust me?”

Find the other amazing fics here!

Shoutout to @sightoru for always hyping me up and believing in me and giving great advice. Shoutout to @kingexpl0sionmurder for listening to me complain about how I couldn’t do it and always telling that I could. Shoutout to @jodrawssmut for reading it and making me feel more confident, and also a shoutout to one of my fave writers of all time: @andypantsx3 for giving me even more advice and support in this tumultuous endeavor of writing smut, how you guys do it on a daily basis, i dont know.

Enjoy!

Banner Picture Credit: https://twitter.com/BrttPaige/status/1147540482475663360?s=20

You had always been the type of person that wanted to be adventurous, yet you never got around to it. You wanted to be social, yet you stayed home to study instead of going out with your friends, so you could get into your dream college. You got into your dream college, and that’s where you met the guy that you thought you were going to settle down with, despite it being your first relationship. Instead, you were left with a broken heart and time wasted after finding him in bed with another girl.

A broken heart changes your perspective on a lot of things, including yourself, and you realize that you had wasted so much of your life in books, that you hadn’t really been living, instead you were just going through the motions. Was your dream college really your dream college, or did you want to go there because your parents did? Did you not drink because you didn’t think you’d like it, or you wanted to keep an image that wasn’t really you?

This change in your perspective brought you to where you were now. In a bar. You had finally taken up one of your friends countless offers of a night out. You were single now, had been for weeks, and you were over it. You didn’t want to waste anymore of your life on things that shouldn’t be worried about. You had decided you were gonna live your life and whatever happens, happens.

“What made you decide to come out tonight?” Mina asked you. Mina Ashido was a girl you had met in a lab two years ago, your freshman year of college, and despite how different you two looked, you had so much in common. She had pink hair while you had brown. She had tan skin with beautiful tattoos all down her arms, and you were pale with no tattoos at all. Despite these differences, you had become fast friends, you would dare even say she was your best friend.

“I’m trying to live life, instead of just letting it pass me by.” You said as you took a swig from the mixed drink you were sipping on, still a little new to alcohol. She smiled.

“Why does it take shit like heartbreak to make us into the people we always wanted to be?” you gave her a look, not being able to imagine someone breaking her heart, who would want to?

She smirked at you. “My dad broke my heart a long time before a guy ever could.” she said simply with a shrug, as if she knew what you were thinking. Mina was like that, somehow she always knew what you were thinking.

As the night went on, you couldn’t stop staring at her tattoos. They were so beautifully done, intricate, as if someone like Picasso had picked up a tattoo gun and tried their hand at tattooing. She had some portrait work, some realistic, some with lots of line work, but all of them were beautiful.

“y/n.” she said, snapping your attention away from the tattoos. A blush forming on your cheeks from being caught staring at them.

“You like tattoos?” She said with a smile on her face. Did you like tattoos? You had never thought about them, not really. It didn’t fit into the person you had try to be in the past, but now that you were just doing whatever you wanted, that made you happy… a tattoo was really appealing, even though you weren’t sure about your pain tolerance.

You nodded.

“I might get one, now that I’m not letting life just pass me by.”

“Let’s get one tonight.” Your eyes widened at her remark.

“Mina. It’s like almost midnight. I doubt there’s a tattoo shop open anywhere, and if they are, I don’t know if I would trust someone who stayed open till midnight, tattooing people.” You said giving her a side-eye as you took a larger swig from your drink.

Her smile widened and then she laughed.

“You’re right. He closes at 6, and he’s usually in bed at 8:30. I swear he’s a grandpa even though he’s only 25, but he never turns down a tattoo virgin, and he does owe me a favor, so I could get him to do one tonight… So are you in or not?” You thought about it. Tattoos were permanent, a commitment, which should scare you since your last commitment had ended in heartbreak, but tattoos couldn’t break your heart, right?

Before you could talk yourself out of it, even though you had no idea what you would even get, maybe just something random, maybe there was one of those machines that you had heard of, where you put money in and a tattoo idea came out, you nodded.

She smiled, showing her teeth with how wide it was, and pulled out her phone. You watched her type away for a couple of minutes, rolling her eyes as some of the messages came through, but smiling nonetheless, it made you curious as to who this tattoo artist was. Mina obviously knew them, knew them well to be okay messaging them so close to midnight, to get a tattoo.

She slipped her phone into her pocket and stretched her arms before looking at me with a face. From her expression you couldn’t tell what the outcome of the conversation was, at least until she broke out into a big smile.

“He said to give him 30 minutes to get there, so we can finish our drinks then catch a cab or uber there, it’s only 10 minutes or so away, i believe.” She said, taking a swallow from her glass.

You nodded looking at your drink that was almost empty. You downed the rest in one go, for some liquid courage, for some reason you felt you might need it. You stood up as Mina stood up with you. She took her phone out of her pocket, her eyes widening as she read a text that she had received. She took her lip into her mouth, as if she was debating on what to do.

“You okay?” You asked her, concerned something might be wrong.

She giggled. “I’m fine, Kirishima just texted me wanting me to come home because he needs me.”

You paused for a second. While it would be nice to have someone for moral support for your first tattoo, you knew that both Mina and Kirishima were always busy with school and jobs, so they didn’t get a lot of alone time. You smiled, just because you were single and angry at the world, didn’t mean that she was, so you sighed. You had made it outside the door before you had realized, so you looked at her.

“Give me the tattoo shop address and go see your man.” You said to her with a small smile, and she squealed.

“Thank you, I owe you one!” She said as she wrote a text with the address to the shop, and hailed a cab to drive her home as you waited for the uber that she had apparently ordered before you guys walked out.

A blue sedan rolled up to the curb you were on a few minutes later.

“Mina?” You smiled sliding into the backseat.

“Mina is my bestfriend, she had to go, but she said I could take the uber to where I needed to go.” You explained to him as you gave him the address that Mina had given you.

You listened to the music as the driver took you to your location, wondering what you were going to get tattooed on your body. Now that you were thinking about it, you had tons of ideas going through your head about what you might want on your body for the rest of your life.

“Ma’am, we’re here.” the driver said, snapping you out of your thoughts, having not noticed that the car had stopped.

You smiled at the driver, and you got out of the car, wishing them a goodnight.

You looked towards the shop, but stopped as you spotted a figure by the door, a cigarette in hand, arms crossed as if they were waiting, but that’s not why you stopped. It was because this might have been the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. He was wearing a tank top, so you could see the skin was covered in tattoos, not a patch was bare along his arms, and it made your mouth water, because the muscles were also very visible, and he was fit, really fit. He had blonde hair that fit him so well, sticking up in places everywhere, you just wanted to run your hands through it, even if you didn’t know who this man was.

His voice stopped you from checking him out as he said your name.

“Are you Y/N?” He said as he took a drag from the cigarette in his hands, looking you up and down, with a smirk on his face. You didn’t trust using words at that moment, so you just nodded. He threw the cigarette on the ground, snuffing it out with the bottom of his shoes, holding out his hand.

“I’m Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugou. Mina told me you were coming, but she didn’t say how pretty you were. I’ll be tattooing you.” He stated, as he shook your hand, sending sparks all down your spine, body alight at just a single handshake. At that moment, you weren’t sure exactly what tattooing with him would consist of, but you were ready to be inked.

He opened the door to the shop, holding it so that you could enter first, and you quietly thanked him for the chivalrous act.

“First tattoo on a friday night at almost midnight, why do you want it?” He said, his back facing you as he led you to the back of the shop, into a tattoo room. He waved towards the table that you assumed you’d be getting tattooed on, and you sat there as he went around the room flipping stuff on, getting ready for the work ahead.

“Why?” You asked him, not expecting him to ask you that, you had assumed he’d just ask you what you wanted and do it, never thinking that he would care why you wanted to get one, at the age of 25, people usually getting one, if they wanted, as soon as they were legal to do so.

He hummed in agreement, before turning to look at you, stopping his messing with the contraption that you assumed was the gun, not having ever seen one before.

“People have different reasons, some better than others. I’ve heard lots of different answers, some girls just want it because they want something cute on their skin, some men get them to prove that they can handle it, but there have also been deeper reasons, and i like to know why I’m tattooing someone. Mina’s tattoos all mean something to her, will yours mean something to you?” He explained.

“I want it to mean something, I’m just not sure what… I want it to mean.” You said, hesitantly, wanting to be able to give him a better answer than that.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but words just started pouring out of your mouth.

“I’ve always been the girl who does things because she wanted to seem perfect, wanted to uphold an image for her family, but I’m tired of being that girl. I want to do things that I want to do, not because I think it’ll make anyone else happy. I want to be me, unapologetically. I dated a guy for 2 years, up until 3 or 4 months ago, and he was great, at least to my family because they loved him, and I thought I did too.” You took a deep breath, before rubbing your neck sheepishly, but Bakugou just gestured for you to finish, as if this was just another day of work for him, and you were starting to think it was. He just gave off the energy that you could talk to him, and he’d be brutally honest about everything, telling you exactly what you needed to hear, not what you wanted.

“I thought I loved him too, until I came home, to an apartment that we shared, with him balls deep inside another woman, in the bed that we had shared for a year, and it hurt, y’know? It hurt, and it broke my heart, but then I just felt so free when the pain left. I’m starting to think that I didn’t love him, per se, but that I loved the idea of him, someone that my parents would approve of, that would give me the stable life that everyone else wanted for me, but I’ve just come to realize that… I don’t want that. I want to fall hopelessly in love with someone because I love them, not be with them because I think it’s what’s right. I want to travel and help others. I want to live.” You exhaled, not expecting to let all of that out to someone you had just met, but for some reason, you felt like you could trust him. You looked at him, and he had a small smile on his face.

He came towards you, put his face in yours and smirked.

“I know just what to tattoo on you.” He stated.

“O-oh yeah?” You stuttered out, his closeness making your body flush and your nerves flare up.

He nodded.

“Do you trust me?” He asked you as he leaned away and stood back up straight, having to lean down a little to be eye level with you as you were sitting.

You had just met him. Could you trust someone that you had just met? Probably not, but nevertheless you trusted him enough to spill your emotional trauma out to him, so surely you could trust him with putting something on your body, his work was beautiful, mina’s skin was a testament to that, so you nodded, giving him a small, nervous smile.

“I trust you.” You stated.

“Any idea where you want the tattoo to be?” He asked you. You thought about it for a moment.

“I think I'd like it on the back of my thigh.” you told him. He smirked at that answer.

“Okay, princess. Take your pants off.” He said, nonchalantly. You felt your face flush, and you were sure you would look like a tomato if you looked in the mirror right now. You gave yourself a push, calming your nerves, and stripped your pants off before you could think more about it. You laid on the tattoo table, face down ass up, and you heard him doing something in the background. Music flooded the room and you heard him sit down in the chair beside the table. His hand touched the curve of your ass as he prepped the area for the tattoo. He laid the stencil down, asking you if you wanted to see the placement, but you shook your head. He asked you if you trusted him, so you were gonna trust him fully, not wanting to see what he was doing until it was done.

The tattoo gun vibrated against your skin as he drew on your skin with ink, you had thought it would hurt more, but it didn’t.

“So how do you know mina?” you asked him, breaking the silence between the two of you.

“We went to Yuuei together, and we were in the same class for 3 years. Kirishima is my best friend, so she was a part of our friend group, and we’ve just stayed close.” He said, plainly. You were aware of every move he made against your skin, his hand on your leg felt as if it was burning your skin.

“I met her in a lab, and despite all the differences between us, we connected, and now she’s my best friend, the best one I’ve ever had probably.” You told him when he asked you the same question back.

“How’d you get into tattooing?” You asked, trying to get your attention off his hand and its movements on your ass and thigh, telling yourself that this was his job, it didn’t mean anything, even if you wanted it to.

“I was an angry kid, so I drew out my feelings, and I was good, but one day I saw All Might’s tattoo work, and I wanted to do that, so after high school, I got an apprenticeship with him along with a childhood… friend… of mine because I wouldn’t settle for anything less than working under the best, and once I learned everything I could from him, I opened up this shop, and the rest is history.” Everyone knew of All Might. He was one of the most famous tattoo artists in the world, one of his apprentices, Deku, was running his old shop now that he was retired.

“Why were you angry?” You asked him before thinking. You mentally rolled your eyes at yourself, you didn’t ask people that, when you barely knew them. Then again, you had told him things that you usually don’t tell people you barely knew.

He chuckled.

“That’s a long story, princess. Maybe I can tell you another time, over dinner.” He said. He called you princess again, and it had the same effect, going straight to your core.

“D-dinner?” You stuttered out. He wanted to take you to dinner?

“Yeah. Me. You. A meal.” He said, and somehow, you could just picture the smirk on his face. He patted your ass as you heard the tattoo gun’s buzzing stop, the action making you clench your thighs, hoping he didn’t notice the small action.

You looked at the clock, somehow almost 2 hours had passed, and you had gotten a tattoo, and a wet spot in your panties that you hoped wasn’t noticeable. You felt him spray something on your tattoo, before patting your ass again, and you wondered if he did this with all the girls he had tattooed.

“Are you ready to see it?” He asked, and you took a deep breath and nodded. You got off the table and turned towards the mirror, with your back facing it, turning your head to see the back of your thigh, gasping at the sight. You felt tears come to your eyes.

He had drawn a beautiful bird cage with its door open and a bird flying out of it with beautiful flowers around the cage.

*picture something like this*

You saw him come closer to you in the mirror, and you turned towards him with tears in your eyes. He smiled softly, instead of the usual smirk.

“You’re free now.” He stated, and despite being the least sexual thing he could ever say to you, it was like something snapped in you, that had been building up since you laid eyes upon him that night.

You leaned up, slowly, looking him in the eyes, hoping that he had felt the connection between you two, but that if he hadn’t, he would stop you, and he didn’t, so you closed the gap between you and kissed him. He kissed you back, almost instantly, and it was full of passion and hunger. He slowly backed you up against the wall, holding your hands above your head when he got you against it. He pulled back, looking at your face, and smirked, before pecking your lips, dragging his lips down your jaw leaving pecks that set your skin aflame in the wake. He got to your neck and kissed the same spot a couple of times before sucking, you were sure it was going to leave a mark, but it didn’t matter. He had already left something more permanent on your skin. You felt a moan leave your mouth as you felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he left a mark. He pulled away too soon, and you felt your head chase his, to bring your lips back together, moving on instinct.

“I have to wrap your tattoo, princess.” He said to you, making you groan out loud, and he smirked pecking your lips.

“We have plenty of time, relax.” He whispered as he walked to a drawer, grabbing something, you weren’t really paying attention to what he was doing, and before you knew what was happening, he turned you around so that your chest was against the wall, and he dropped to his knees behind you. You felt him rub something on the spot where your tattoo was and felt him put something over it, then as you were about to turn back around, you felt his lips on your thighs, placing kisses up, and you arched your back at the feeling. You felt him go up your leg with his lips before he got to your center, and he pressed a kiss onto the wet spot in your panties and you groaned out loud.

“Don’t be a tease.” You said, sounding out of breath when he had barely touched you, your body felt like it was on fire, burning for his touch as if him touching you was the only thing to ease the burn.

He chuckled against your core, before, suddenly, you felt the cold air of the room against you and you were bare before him, you instinctively closed your thighs to hide your wetness from him, but kept your thighs apart, slapping your ass making your back arch at the small sting it sent through you.

“Don’t hide from me princess.” He said before you felt his tongue lick its way up your slit, a filthy moan leaving your lips at the sensation. He ate you slowly at first, teasing you with the piercing on his tongue, making you pant and say “please” before he ate you as if he was a man starved and you were the only thing that could satiate his hunger. You felt yourself climbing in ecstasy, you could not wait to reach the peak of it. Suddenly, it was like a dam broke as he took your clit into his mouth and sucked, his piercing rubbing against, making you reach your peak, and you let out a pornographic worthy moan, never having cum so hard from oral. You felt yourself being spun around before you could come completely down from your high, your back now against the wall you had been leaning on with your arms as he feasted on you. Bakugou pulled you into a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips, kiss full of hunger and lust. You felt his hand run down the front of your body before one of his fingers rubbed against your clit, moaning into the kiss.

“Please.” You whispered against his lips, barely pulling away from the kiss, only enough so that you could whisper that one word to him. He smirked into the kiss before inserting a finger into your cunt, slowly, agonizingly slow, and you whimpered at the intrusion, having been so long since something had penetrated you.

“Fuck princess. You’re so tight, you think you can handle my cock?” He muttered do you as he peppered kisses down your jaw before getting to that sweet spot on your neck again.

“I can handle it.” You got out, moaning between the words. He chuckled against your neck, fucking you with his finger before adding another. It felt so good, but you wanted more. You moved against his fingers, giving yourself more friction, the palm of his hand brushing against your clit as you fucked back onto the two fingers.

“That’s right baby, fuck yourself on my fingers.” He whispered into your ear, his voice gravelly and full of lust. You grabbed his hair, pulling his lips back to yours, he groaned against your lips at the feeling of you pulling hair, making your pull more, softly biting his bottom lip as you pulled away, looking into his eyes as you rode his fingers.

“More. Please.”

“You sure?” He asked as he rubbed a third finger against your clit, making you throw your head back and scream a silent moan, you could feel yourself reaching your peak again, you nodded at him, wanting more, needing more.

His third finger entered slowly with the first two, and you whimpered, stretching you open, but the slight pain mixed with the pleasure felt so good. Your hips had stopped moving, so he started a slow pace, to get you accustomed to the stretch before he made it a steady faster pace, fucking you with his fingers. You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off, when it should have been off long ago. He stopped to take it off for you, and you whimpered at the loss of contact, but when you saw his chest, you groaned. It was covered in beautiful, intricate artwork. His body was that of a Greek god, chiseled to perfection, and when you noticed a glimmer from the light of the room hitting it on his chest, you spotted the piercings he had on his nipples, and you salivated, becoming more hungry for this man than you already were.

You pulled his face closer and grabbed his hand guiding it back to your center, where you wanted them, and he slowly slid each finger back in, one by one. You groaned at the return of the feeling of his fingers inside you, your body set aflame once more. You pecked his lips as he started a steady pace, making your way down his jaw and neck like he had done to you previously, but you had a target. Thankfully, he was taller than you, because your height gave you the perfect angle to take his pierced nipple into your mouth and gently suck, the moan he let out, making you even wetter than you already were.

You gave each nipple attention before attaching his lips back to yours, loving the way they fit together so effortlessly.

“I want you inside me.” You groaned against his lips, grabbing his belt buckle, undoing his belt without breaking away from the kiss.

You broke away, getting on your knees to unbutton his jeans, pulling down his underwear along with them, freeing his erection. You gasped at the size of it, understanding why he asked you if you thought you could handle it. He was big, girthy, and a nice length, but you noticed that there was also metal glinting in the light down there as well, piercings on his cock as well you licked at the tip that was leaking pre feeling the metal of his piercing against your tongue, but before you could take him into your mouth, or try to, he pulled you back up to your feet.

“As much as I’d love to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, princess, I want to be inside of you just as much as you want it.” He whispered giving you a kiss, he muttered that he needed to get a condom, but you stopped him from walking away.

“I’m clean, I’m on the pill, just fuck me. I want to feel all of you, inside me, please.” You told him, tone almost as if you were begging, he threw his head back and groaned at your words. He looked into your eyes as he rubbed the tip against you, you whimpered at the sensation of his piercing rubbing against your clit. He patted your thighs, signalling you to jump, so you did, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you from against the wall. He sat you down on the table that you had been laying on to get a tattoo just earlier, and spread your legs open again, rubbing the head of his cock against you before stopping at your entrance. He looked at you, as if he was giving you one last chance to back out, but you were all in, so you just stared back as he pushed into you. You whimpered at the stretch, making him stop, before relaxing your muscles, moving your hips to tell him to keep going.

“Move. Please.” You whimpered out, and he obeyed. You had never felt so full in your life, and in that moment, you knew that your cunt was ruined for any other man, you would never be satisfied if they couldn’t make you feel this kind of euphoria. You wrapped your hands around his neck as he started a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, piercing hitting a spot inside of you that made you see stars, you scratched down his back, and he groaned against your lips, not kissing but still wanting to be close.

“Oh God, Bakugou.” You let out a small scream, your peak getting closer and closer as he kept ramming into you.

“Katsuki. Call me Katsuki.” He grunted to you, sharp short thrust with every word as if to emphasize his point.

“Feels so good, Suki.” You babbled out, head filled with nothing but the feeling of pleasure and him inside you.

“Yeah? It feels good, babe? You gonna cum all over my cock, huh princess?” He grunted into your ear, his words making your head spin even more with his dirty words.

You whimpered out an “uh huh,” not being able to say much else, only focused on hitting your peak, clenching against him hoping he would reach his with you.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” He ground out, picking up a faster pace, making you throw your head back and scream, you were glad it was just you two in the entire building and that the walls were concrete. His thrusts getting sloppier, his hips stuttering, you knew he was close as well.

“Need to cum, please let me cum.” You whimpered to him, not knowing how much longer you could hold off your impending orgams, you were teetering on the edge of the peak, wanting to reach it so bad.

“Fuck. Cum Baby.” He said, and you exploded into the best orgasm of your life. Vision turning white. Screaming out his name, rocking against him as you rode it out.

“Fuck. Such a good girl, cumming all over my cock. Where do you want me to cum, princess?” He asked, his voice still full of lust, as he came to his peak, starting to pull out to finish, but you wrapped your legs around him, not wanting him to leave from inside you, wanting him to fill you up, to ink you in more ways than he already had.

“Inside. Cum Inside, Suki.” You babbled out, begging him to cum, with pleases over and over, and he groaned, taking you into a kiss as you felt him fill you up, warmth filling you, his cum painting your walls.

“Fuck.” He whispered. You nodded, agreeing, it was a “fuck” indeed. Who knew the best sex of your entire life would be with someone you had just met.

You both stayed silent, trying to catch your breath and come down from the high you had experienced together. He pulled out, and walked over to get his jeans, putting his pants back on before stepping back between your legs, that you had not bothered to close yet.

“This is ass backwards, but dinner Friday?” He asked you, breaking the peaceful silence and afterglow that had set in. You looked at his red eyes, and you giggled.

You decided that tattoos were permanent, but you maybe also might want the person who did the tattooing to be permanent too. You weren’t sure what would happen between you and Katsuki Bakugou, but you wanted to find out, and maybe, just maybe he’d ink his name on your heart the way he had the beautiful artwork on your leg.

“I’m free.” you said to him, pecking his lips for good measure.

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If "death rockers" My Chemical Romance say they're superheroes, then who is Blender to argue? We just don't remember Spider-man having so many problems with drink, drugs and swearing in front of kids. By Dorian Lynskey. Photography by Lego.

One day last August, Gerard Way boarded a plane to Japan with the gnawing conviction that he might not be coming back. Over the past year, the 27-year-old singer for the rock group My Chemical Romance had got it into his head that he had to be drunk to perform, and then needed Xanax to switch off his brain afterwards, and the combination was making him suicidally depressed. Way didn't like being suicidally depressed, so he'd often add cocaine to the mix. That's when his mood really got black. He spent the days before the flight saying goodbye to friends in New Jersey, just in case.

In Japan, Way spent all his time drunk. Before the final Tokyo show, he got so trashed on Heinekens and vodka tonics that he realized, even as he was performing, that he wouldn't be able to remember anything about it the next day. After he came off-stage he spent half an hour throwing up in a garbage can, until there was nothing coming up except bile. Tonight, he thought to himself, his hair caked with vomit, I've drunk my last drink.

"It was a vicious circle," he says matter-of-factly. "I needed it to function but it made me want to kill myself. It made me extremely unpredictable and dangerous to myself. I didn't want it to get to the point where it became like a VH1 Behind the Music where they show this really bad picture of me 30 pounds overweight, throwing up on the floor in Berlin. I didn't want that to happen to this band."

Way's cold-turkey flight back to the band's home of Belleville, New Jersey, was excruciating- almost 7,000 miles of skin-crawling, sweat-soaked willies. "I got really emotional outside the airport when we landed. I didn't know if I was going to see these guys again." He went straight to his therapist and booked into Alcoholics Anonymous, knowing that in the same week My Chemical Romance had to replace their drummer, film a video and start their tour. And you thought you'd had a hard week at work. "We got through the hard shit," says Way. "This is the easy part." /

Any fears last summer that My Chemical Romance were going to implode into obscurity were knocked flat by their swaggering teen-dysfunction anthem "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)." Inspired by the high school experiences of Way and his friends, it delivers angst-rock verities with a knowing wink, not to mention the kind of melody that ignites careers. The tongue-in-cheek video, filmed in the same L.A. high school as Donnie Darko, depicted MCR as proudly geeky misfits. It was a role that didn't require much rehearsal.

Way calls My Chemical Romance's music "death rock." Others have tagged it goth punk or emo. Some endearing individuals have overcome genre confusion by simply calling MCR faggots. "Our guitarist Frank met somebody who said, 'How do you feel when people stop liking your band because they find out you're gay?'" says Way, curling his lip with pointed amusement.

To the more meat-headed members of the Warped tour fraternity, some eyeliner and the occasional ambivalent lyric (in "You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison." Gerard sings "I'll kiss your lips again" to a male character) are too much to process, but Way hopes MCR can change a few minds.

"We've always tried to switch the way people think about rock bands," he says. "That [lyric] puts a dividing line between people. Are you on our side and you want to be different or are you on that side and you want to throw a football at my head?" Only a morbid former comic-book artist from blue-collar New lersey could have hatched a band as toughly unorthodox as My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way writes the songs with his bandmates— his bassist brother Mikey Way, guitarists Ray Toro and Frank Iero, and new drummer Bob Bryar— but the vision is all his. He illustrates the record sleeves and defines their image. Recently he chose matching shirts, ties and armbands for the band to wear in the video for "Helena," taking enormous care not to resemble (a) the Hives or (b) the Nazis.

Most important, he's the one who assembled the band back in late 2001, when September 11 iolted him out of his rut as a struggling illustrator. On their 2002 debut album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, and last year's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, MCR voke the thunder of punk to the black humor of Morrissey, Nick Cave and Tom Waits. and blaze with purpose.

"There are bands that are in it for the wrong reason, polluting the airwaves and filling their own pockets." Gerard growls. "Or just saying, Oh I wanna be a rock star. Right. You've got a lot of kids following you. What are you saying to them?"

So what are MCR saying? He's ready for this one. "We're saying it's OK to be messed up. There's other people just like you. And if we stick together we'll get through this."

—

When Gerard was still working in comic books, his favorite creation was The Amazing Goffo Brothers, Piano Movers Extraordinaire. A black comedy set in a creepy, anonymous city, it was a metaphor for the relationship between him and his younger brother, Mikey.

Despite their age difference (Gerard is 27; Mikey is 24), the Way brothers wore matching outfits as children. Today, the Ways arrive at a Midtown Manhattan restaurant wearing identical black jackets, but that's the only visible similarity. With his blood-red tie, ink-black hair and snow-pale skin, Gerard looks part Jack White, part Edward Scissorhands, and sounds as if he's been hanging out at the Bada Bing! club. His stick-thin sibling, meanwhile, wears oblong-framed glasses and the kind of candy-striped wool hat favored by fourth-graders and fashion stylists. He has the most extraordinary laugh: a shrill, girlish giggle that causes waiters to turn their heads.

They grew up in the predominantly Italian-American town of Belleville, in Sopranos country— the Pizzaland restaurant glimpsed in the show's opening credits is a few blocks from the house they still live in with their auto-mechanic dad and hairdresser mom. In Jersey, says Gerard, "There's a 99% chance you're not going to do anything with your life." Mikey yelps with pretend outrage.

"Well, 90%, maybe," his brother concedes in a deadpan drawl. "Every time I come back to Jersey, it's ready to put its tentacles all over me and suck me right back in. If I'm home for more than three weeks, I forget I'm in a band. I start to fill out applications for supermarkets.”

Is there anything good about the Garden State?

"I think it gives you a bleak outlook on life, which is awesome," says Mikey, cackling. "It gives you an edge. When you're from Jersey, people act like you're from Rikers."

Gerard nods. "Sometimes all we have to do is get up there, make some feedback and say, 'Yeah we're from Noo Joisey,' and then hit 'em like a bomb. People are like, 'Hey, I don't want to get beat up!'"

After high school, Gerard studied art and Mikey drifted his way through college: "I thought college was a place you went to find people to be in a band with."

Sometimes they played in bands together, but Gerard was more committed to becoming an artist, which was proving to be a disheartening process. When he eventually quit, his big project was a magic cartoon chimp called Breakfast Monkey. "I was doing bullshit," he shrugs.

After September 11, Gerard wrote his first song, "Skylines and Turnstiles," and played it to an old friend, drummer Matt Pelissier. Pelissier knew a guitarist called Ray Toro. "They played me their one song / and I was jumping around the attic and headbanging," says Toro, a genial, frizzy-haired film buff with a caricature of Alfred Hitchcock tattooed on his left arm. "Gerard sounded really sincere about wanting to start something real. That's what made me excited."

The members of My Chemical Romance aren't especially weird— it's not like any of them collect skulls or serial-killer memorabilia— but they all grew up with reasons to feel like outsiders.

Toro was a shy kid with an overprotective mother. Instead of going out with friends, he'd stay at home playing guitar to Iimi Hendrix or Metallica. Guitarist Frank lero suffered from bronchitis and ear infections and was ill almost constantly until the fifth grade. He was raised by his mom after she split from his dad, a musician who worked on records by John Lennon and Kiss. "I'm in the family music industry," he says. "My dad would ask me how school was, but mostly it was, 'When are you going to start playing?'"

Jazz-trained drummer Bob Bryar was an Illinois kid "who took apart radios and stuff and then tried to put them back together and realized they didn't work." He has a dark sense of humor that can sometimes come off as surliness. "I get these urges to fuck off sometimes," he says. "I find it hard to entertain myself."

Bryar befriended the rest of the band in 2003, when he was a soundman for the Used, whom My Chemical Romance were supporting. When relations with Pelissier deteriorated, he stepped in. The new lineup had just two days to practice before their next tour.

"I haven't relaxed in a long time," sighs Iero. "I look forward to that. I'd like to take a step back and look at some newspaper clippings."

—

The next morning, the sky is the color of a dirty washbowl and it's being emptied on New Jersey. Brian Schechter, My Chemical Romance's manager, taps at his cellphone as he steers his car through the damp, gray streets to pick up the Ways. We collect Mikey first.

"Did you see that MTV.com head-line?" he asks, still wearing his striped hat. "MCR Aim for Smashing Pumpkins Status.' It was out of context, but it's OK. It makes people think it's possible."

The band's destination is Philadelphia's Theatre of Living Arts. A local radio station held a competition between high schools to raise the most food for homeless shelters, the prize being an exclusive My Chemical Romance show. Considering the audience will be as young as 13, some adjustments need to be made. "We should probably have a PG show tonight," says Schechter. "We didn't do a show for charity just for Gerard to call them a bunch of motherfuckers."

It's a forlorn hope. "Put your fucking hands together!" cries Gerard within minutes of stepping onstage. In a black-velvet suit, red tie and black armband, he struts across the stage, wagging his finger to the lyrics or spraying mouthfuls of water over the front rows, while his band compress punk, metal, goth and glam into furiously concise pop songs. When he introduces "Headfirst for Halos" as "a song about suicide," you can almost feel the ripples of concern from the adult chaperones lurking around the edges of the room.

However, even they can't resist tapping a toe to "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)." Last night MCR played it on The Late Show With David Letterman. Tonight they're playing it to a couple hundred Philadelphia high school kids. Letterman was a highlight of their career to date, but it's here that the song makes most sense. "I didn't do my usual thing, where I compare high school to prison," protests Gerard later, sucking on a cigarette in a dimly lit backstage office. He admits he can see how people might get the wrong idea about MCR. "Journalists usually portray us as a fucked-up, dark, vampire, alcoholic rock band. Until they meet us."

Although he's got the charisma and the goth pinup looks to be an angst-rock martyr, Gerard seems too grounded to play the feel-my-pain card. Maybe it's the Jersey in him. Even when he talks about his therapist (a "rad guy" who turned him on to Brian Eno), he's pragmatic.

"If you're in this band, you're in it for the right reasons," Gerard declares. "You're not in it for money or fame. You're in it to do some good. Becoming more popular, it's like people are granting us superpowers and we have to use them to fight evil."

Is that the comic books talking?

"Oh yeah," he says, his grin a pearly sliver in the gloom. "We're like the Doom Patrol."

—

You from Joisey? I'm from Joisey! My Chemical Romance are but the latest stars to emerge from the swamps of the garden state… By Steve Kandell Martha Stewart: What Exit? 150 (Garden State Parkway) Bada-Bing! The home-decorating wingpin learned everything about tea cozies and insider trading as a child in suburban Nutley. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Conspiracy? Obstruction of justice? Multiple indictments? You can take the girl outta Jersey, but… John Travolta: What Exit? 71 (Rt. 95) Bada-Bing! Don't let the Malibu estates and the Scientology mumbo jumbo fool you: Travolta's straight outta Englewood. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: A lifetime of breathing toxic Jersey air prepared him well for The Boy in the Plastic Bubble. Aaron Burr: What Exit? 15 (NJ Turnpike) Bada-Bing! Thomas Jefferson's Newark born vice-president killed his archival Alexander Hamilton during a duel in Weehawken in 1804. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Only a veep from Essex County would handle a political beef Tony Soprano-style. Buzz Aldrin: What Exit? 148 (Garden State Parkway) Bada-Bing! The second man to set foot on the moon was born and raised in Montclair. TELLTALE SION OF JERSEYNESS: No one better illustrates the lengths to which some people will go just to escape N.J. Shaquille O'Neal: What Exit? 15 (NJ Turnpike) Bada-Bing! Before becoming the NBA's most dominant center and starring in Kazaam Shay grew up– way up– in Newark. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Shaq recently warned former teammate Kobe Bryant that charging the lane against him might result In physical unpleasantness. He sure didn't learn the art of the threat from playing in Orlando.

Photo captions: Makeup by Andie Markoe-Byrnes for Kiehl's. Left to right: Tank by Calvin Klein. Shirts by Nautica. Pants by Dickies. Boots by Dr. Martens. My Chemical Romance (left to right): Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Bob Bryer. "Just dial 1-800-CRAZY-CULT." My Chemical Romance are sponsored by Tie Rack. Martha with a present for her cellmate, "Big Irma." Aaron Burr. And that's his good side!

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blender, april 2005

words: dorian lynskey photos: ray lego / ethan miller

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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Hey bb! First of all, let me just tell u how much I love your writing! You're fabulous, love. Don't ever doubt yourself. Secondly, I wanted to know if u could do a college professor! Jungkook and pretty student reader where Jk is absolutely enamoured by her.. (also, with a bit of the good ol smut🤭) It's a-okay if u can't tho! Just know that you're appreciated!❤️

the probability of us

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 6k

glimpse: jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.

notes: there’s something so warm about this request that it made me write it as an actual fic and not a bullet one!!! i did alter it a little bit but i was genuinely so happy writing this so thank you sO much for this babe :D // gif from pinterest!

Jungkook, in his better and most definitely unbiased judgement, thinks he knows enough about you.

He knows you well enough to have noticed your patterns and habits with almost everything in between. They were predictable for the most part, and that was partly because he takes pride in being observational, but you manage to unintentionally throw him a curveball every now and then that makes him smile.

You always come into class when there’s atleast fifteen people in it and Jungkook wonders if you know it in the back of your head or if you just sneak a peek at the room every now and then. He’s not keen on being early to classes, and on the three straight occasions his dad left something in the classroom from the day before and got him to retrieve it for him, you were already there.

You’re fixated and practically attached to your knitted cardigan, seemingly having no problem wearing the same outfit for days straight — something so both adorable and visibly heart-racing when it’s almost always a tank top underneath that’s on the lower scoop, and a rotation of pants and sweats that sometimes feel so misplaced with your cardigan that it matches.

Jungkook’s found out that you probably wear atleast three rings on a daily basis, and that only took him two days to figure out because you’d exit the classroom with slight marks and indentations on your cheeks or on your jaw. Whether it’s to being sleepy, being bored, or being focused is something he has yet to discern — but yeah, he looks at you with his eyes silently when the class is dismissed, wondering if he’d see the same Pandora tiara ring mark on your cheek, or this time from a signet ring you sported more often.

He’s eight weeks in doing whatever this is. Whatever having the definition of him trailing behind his dad, a back and forth between his classes and his office, then them eating out for lunch break.

Sometimes, Jungkook forgets that his dad’s the president of this very university.

He’s only really known him as dad and he’s grateful for that, and the only times he’d see his father as the educator he was with the fancy doctorate degree was whenever Jungkook’s been a little lacking in his studies as a child up until high school. His mom, a doctor, would be on duty for nights and at home for mornings so that’d be the window she’d teach him the alphabet and addition with the carrying, something that eight-year old him would tear up just at the mention of.

His dad would just sit beside him in a very calm manor, take out two notebooks for one of them each, and make reviewers. Jungkook writes down what he knows and what his dad tells him to, highlights the key terms, and for some totally odd reason, making his own reviewers saved him from failing altogether and become an honor student with little help from his parents and most especially his dad.

It humors him that people are so rigid and intimidated by his dad, and he knows that not everyone would believe that this is the same guy that taught him how to give someone a proper wet willy. Jungkook sees people left and right going out of their way to greet him and pay their courtesies, stifling in a giggle that his dad also fights the need to laugh.

He loves and looks up to his dad, feeling a lot more thankful that he has a healthy relationship with his parents as an only child. Jungkook feels he owes that much to his dad that he took education for his college course, despite his blatant lack of interest for it.

And here he is — a senior at another college his dad’s not the professor of, studying a degree that he’s not gonna practice, and shadowing his father for eight weeks while he goes and teach for the “experience” as his dad calls it.

This has got to be a little ethically questionable, but that’s okay. Jungkook takes some comfort knowing that his dad’s the boss and he could just sit in a chair, pretending to absorb his lessons. In fact, he doesn’t even know why his dad opts to teach still even if he’s well high up in that ladder, the only explanation being that his father just really really likes teaching and not just be moving between airconditioned offices and meeting rooms all the time. And if that was enough, his dad just had to teach two classes to which Jungkook needs to accompany him in both — Statistics and English Literature.

Jungkook has a memory of stone that’s probably of the same kind the Code of Hammurabi was inscribed in (because he just swears his memory started way earlier than the age of four), because he practically knows everyone in each of his dad’s classes.

Eight weeks in. He’s only known that long.

But Jungkook knows for a fact that you’re never late — that much he knows. He refuses to believe that you’re actually gonna be late to class.

His dad comes in early and normally, he sits by his chair just when he’s a minute away from starting class. For some odd push today, he felt the need to enter the room with his dad and be early for once; but for the one time that he did this, you weren’t around for it.

You’re late, and you’re never late, and you’re throwing him a curveball, but something tells him in his gut that this just wasn’t something you pull out of your cardigan sleeve to confuse him.

You’re confusing.

You’re never usually confusing.

He visibly straightens in his seat when you enter the room with a sense of complacency and without the need to rush, the class only in the quieting down stages before the lesson begins when you walked in.

Mr. Jeon’s flickered to the entrance briefly, his tinkering with the HDMI cord continuing nonetheless. “Kook,” he just barely manages to get out because he’s already standing up from his seat, nimble fingers grabbing a slip from his desk that makes his dad perplexed.

Jungkook walks all the way to you at the back of the class, holding out the late slip to you a little too eagerly as it seems, and you can’t help but feel confused and irritated at the same time with how you started your morning.

For starters, coffee was spilled on your cardigan from the night before, and soaking it overnight in a mix of detergent, softener, and the tiniest bit of bleach wasn’t enough to completely rub the stain off — which meant you had to get up extra early to have it dry-cleaned (the staff looked at you a bit weirdly) and head off to where you needed to be, in a rush.

“But I’m not late though.”

You murmur as you peer up at him, refusing to even take the slip in between Jungkook’s fingers. He turns impatient, even more-so at your retort that honestly sounded genuine, that he settles on dropping it down your desk.

“You are, Y/N.” He says as convictedly as he can, only having to glance sideways briefly to your nosy seatmate to keep him out of a conversation he clearly isn’t a part of, and you make a note in your head to apologize to Jimin who gets scared easily, especially by the president’s son.

As if to prove his point, Jungkook rolls the sleeve of his bomber jacket in the slightest, enough for you to see a glimpse of his flashy gold Rolex in an attempt to tell you the time, one you couldn’t decipher because it was analog and your eyesight’s not that quick-witted nor clear.

“It’s three minutes before the start of the class,” you make it a point to outstretch your forearm, one that isn’t covered by your cardigan as he now realizes, your silver and digital Casio telling him that it’s 9:57, indeed three minutes away from the start of his dad’s class.

He barely even blinks before he adjusts himself to stand between your stretched legs so he could hold your arm and adjust your goddamn watch to be set four minutes later, his movements done so quickly that you straighten your back to the seat.

Jimin pretends he’s looking away, but deep down you already know that he’s gonna ambush you with questions as soon as Jungkook leaves.

“See that? You’re late,” he hums contentedly, pushing the late slip towards you and stands by himself with his hands across his chest, all-knowing that he wouldn’t leave not until you comply with his stupid request for a late slip.

His dad sees the interaction unfold from a distance, still confused but somehow amused, and a curious smile appears on his face as he now has something else to bring up on the dinner table later.

After all, he only called out to his son to tell him that they should go pick up a few groceries over lunch break — not to give you a late slip.

Jungkook collects the piece of paper from you wordlessly, letting his hand linger for the briefest moment but you pay him no mind, too occupied to looking at your left and gesturing for Jimin to scoot closer.

Something’s wrong.

His instincts are not exactly the most accurate but after all, it does account for something. He’s not the best at reading people when they’re indifferent, and normally you’re never indifferent to him.

He decides to lay low at that, sitting back on his chair and only twirling the slip in between his fingers and not once setting it down on the desk, preventing himself to look at it.

It’s only when his dad calls him to do a summary and explain to the class about his lesson’s breakdown, and he turns stern when he crushes the paper within his palm for the sake of being indiscreet that he totally wasn’t fiddling with paper for an hour and a half.

Jungkook returns and that’s when his dad starts giving out final reminders for their next meeting, straightening it out as much as he could until he can see your messy handwriting more than he could see the creases.

Tutored Hwang Hyunjin; state quizbee next week.

And why, exactly?

As far as he knows, Hyunjin’s the faculty’s favorite because he was such an intelligent student. He might be the favorite of his dad but he’s not entirely sure because his dad says he doesn’t like playing favorites, but he seems to think so nonetheless. If the guy who’s in the line-up for summa cum laude is asking help for a mere quizbee, what exactly is it for?

You’re an honor student, sure. In the dean’s list and in the running for cum laude, but you’ve said it yourself that you’re no Hyunjin and in verbatim, anyone who takes education as seriously as he does needs a hug and an emotional support system. Do you see yourself doing all the extra credits when you already have the highest average on all of them?

Did you hug him?

Jungkook scoffs to where his mind is running, a little dejected as he ponders on it even more as he stands next to his dad’s desk, nodding curtly at the students who bid him goodbye.

He’s extra quick to stepping up when it’s you who passes him, hands on his pocket as he asks under his breath.

“We cool?”

He tries to search for a hint of distaste in your face and he’s almost disappointed to find none, a genuine small smile on as you reply and come out the door without so much of a look back at him.

“‘Course we are, Mr. Jeon.”

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

“What’s up with you?”

Jungkook utters the moment the door of your apartment swings open. It was straight to the point, really. No buttering up to you and no unnecessary bullshit before he drops the question that’s been plaguing his mind the whole day.

You had only been brushing your teeth when you hear a series of crisp and heavy knocks that led you to think that your neighbor Hoseok next-door has finally screwed up the pooch completely, and accidentally set his kitchen on fire with the cookie batter he’s been doing a series of trial and error with for a dozen times already.

Oh.

It’s only Jungkook, then.

He doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned being out in the hallway that gave everyone an opportunity to see him. Frankly, everyone who’s set foot to the president’s office, which is everyone, could tell who he is simply by looking at the few hundred picture frames Mr. Jeon has on his desk.

He’s not concerned and he doesn’t have the gall to be concerned either, because as much as he knows that although underneath his dad’s section, the housing section of the college wasn’t under his close supervision. Besides that, he finds that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Jungkook only looks up to you for a few seconds, wide-eyed with your toothbrush in your mouth, and decides to let himself in.

This being yours and Jungkook’s interactions for the past eight weeks. There’s not a label to it, but it goes along the lines of the occasional fuck, and then the ranting about each other’s days, and binge-watching that either ends up as hook-up, or trying to pick up new hobbies the other’s just suggested, or whatever’s playing is actually playing and the two of you just watch, your head laid on his lap and his hand brushing your hair.

Yeah, that one. Whatever that’s called — that’s what you and Jungkook are.

It’s been painfully obvious to your tight knit of friends, namely only being Jimin and Hoseok, that those things practically yielded to the commitment of him being something that starts with boy and ends with a friend, no spaces in between and all in one word.

You blink away your internal monologue, remembering that you need to spit before replying to his question that he’s asked you point-blank two seconds ago.

“You saw me in class today.”

That one couldn’t be anymore obvious and he huffs at that, once again going on a grumpy fit of frustration while he lies on your bed upright, arms across his chest. “Off,” you swat his leg immediately, making him haphazardly throw away his shoes if he want to keep being frustrated with you.

That’s the exact bit though. Regardless if you forced him to take off his shoes while he’s on your bed, he’d be frustrated at you regardless. He doesn’t know why he’s frustrated with you in the first place and that just makes him stressed even more.

The realization hits him that Jungkook doesn’t really know why he’s so pressed about you, his tone considerably softening because now he feels a little smaller under your curious gaze.

“Yeah, yeah. I clearly know that. I, uh, I meant outside of class.”

Normally, he’d find your avoidance of things actually endearing because you seemed to worm your way out of any situation you just deem to be unrelated to you — but for the first time, he doesn’t know if you’re avoiding his question. If this was still your passive-aggressiveness or genuineness showing its head right now.

“You’re starting to sound like a professor, y’know,” you note with intrigue, relishing to how Jungkook lying on your bed and looking at you under such intensity seems normal to you at this point and at this moment. “A professor hanging out with his student outside of class, in her dorm, and on a weekday.”

The comment you add was supposed to be humorous but you find it rather odd now having said it out loud, the realization dawning on you that whatever this is, is just too ambiguous and vague that you’d never wanted something so specific in your lifetime.

“Just trying to appease dad. Do I look like I have the patience to teach a class, better yet show up?”

That’d be the actual bane of him.

Don’t get him wrong, professors must be so cool and patient with their workload and stuff, but holy fucking shit does he hate it for himself. He means no disrespect to his dad but he honestly can’t see himself doing what he does, even for a fraction of his life willingly.

You sort of envy him for the upbringing he has and the wholesome and healthy relationship he has with his family that you wouldn’t mind telling people all about. Not everyone expects Jungkook to be as family-oriented as he looks, and the little nugget of information he made you privy too puts a gentle smile of your face.

“You do have the patience to ask me if I’m okay though.”

It’s a question between reeling yourself in and putting yourself out there more, plopping to sit on the edge of your bed as you try to put lotion on your legs all the way down to your heel.

Jungkook finds it normal to see you putting lotion on and zit cream on your face, and he doesn’t question it for one second.

That doesn’t automatically mean that he’s gonna address it though.

“Well, baby, are y’okay?” he crawls the short distance from you, putting half of his body weight as he slings himself on your shoulders from behind, lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you tighter.

“Mhmmm.”

He finds it that as much as he pulls you tighter, you grow a bit more distant. You’re there with him but your mind isn’t, perhaps lost on the lotion that only adds into your scent that seems engraved in his mind nowadays.

Jungkook does as much as to tug a sleeve of your shirt to expose the slightest bit of your shoulder blades, pressing wet gentle kisses that leaves you, surprisingly, unfazed.

You make no move nor action, just continuing on rubbing your arms with your hands and him taking the momentary act of silence to look around your room, seeing your textbooks piled neatly on your desk with your lamp on.

“Long night?”

He asks and not a second later do you hum in confirmation, making him roll his eyes and his stomach churn, but it probably just has something to do with a heartburn that’s beginning to form because the ache’s spreading to his chest.

It’s got to be heartburn, right?

“Alright. Didn’t have to answer me too quick just so you can kick me out.”

He mutters underneath his breath a little hurt, taking your responses as his cue to leave. His flair for what you think is the dramatics makes you roll your eyes and slap his thigh, following him out on the way to the door.

Jungkook’s fazed because he doesn’t exactly know the essential purpose plus his expected outcome of this five-minute visit. He doesn’t have a clue, but dropping to your apartment unannounced and seeing you for just even five minutes, even if he doesn’t know why, doesn’t seem wrong.

What is wrong, is that you’d normally kiss him goodbye.

This time, you don’t.

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

Jungkook’s gut tells him to come early to class, even telling his dad that he’d come down there by himself so he could scope out his class like the great son that he is, and he does exactly that.

Some of the early-birds are pleasantly surprised to see him there, early and alone without Dr. Jeon, sitting on his usual chair.

This setting’s odd for him and as much as he wants to leave, he doesn’t feel the need to. He doesn’t really care if he’s intimidating the students because after all, that’s not the reason why he’s here. In fact, he’s aware that he seems to be quite the talk of the campus, the verdict being half and half if he was as fun, easygoing, yet stern like his father — or if he’s something else entirely. Either way, none of them could catch on to the fact besides you that he’s not here out of passion, but rather obligation.

There’s less than thirty students in the room but Jungkook could just feel it at the back of his spine that you’re gonna walk through the door soon enough. You’ve got to be, right? Jungkook stands by himself near the door, practically barricading the door with how he’s built.

This familiar guy he can’t put a name to is walking through the door carelessly, eyes completely fixed on his phone that his shoulder’s barreling into Jungkook’s.

“Oh hey dude, what’s up?”

The guy in question barely even looks up for a second, a meek smile on his face before turning to his phone again and just staying there by the door, a character paused to block it all for a fucking text as what it seems.

Jungkook barely needs a second to look at him eye to eye; tall, pale, long blonde hair, and smooth pronounced features.

Hwang Hyunjin.

He’s only seen him in passing but never on this scale, his first instinct being straightening his back. They’re roughly the same height, Jungkook shoving his observation to the back of his head that Hyunjin’s only a millimeter higher than him.

He’s probably the only one applying pressure to this scenario, thick brows furrowing as he almost grimaces looking at the younger guy in front of him.

“Are you in this class?”

What?

Hyunjin’s confused to say the least, not only because this random dude he bumped into is suddenly making conversation with him, but because someone’s actually questioning about his presence here.

He lowers his phone, putting a pause to his heated exchange of which installment of this series they’re watching this, all in the favor for staring at this guy who’s cowling at him.

“... Yes?”

His answer even sounds unsure, Jungkook’s questioning raise of his brows prompting him to explain.

Hyunjin doesn’t even know why he feels compelled to explain but he does it nonetheless. “They say I could sit in this class. Some topics would show up in the quizbee next week.”

That’s just grand.

Before Jungkook can simmer in his irritation even more, his dad slips through the door by holding his shoulders in place, looking between the two of them briefly before walking to his desk.

“Kook? Thought you’d open up the lesson without me.”

Blondie tilts his gaze, eyes narrowing as he tries to scan a Kook in his brain’s directory and why it sounds so fond coming from Dr. Jeon.

“Mmmm, sorry dad.”

Jungkook emphasizes a little more than needed, turning to him and sending him a half-hearted grin while unbeknownst to him, Hyunjin pales and is having a breakdown and a half.

Did he really just accidentally bump into the college president’s son? Is he gonna be expelled now?

Jungkook’s oblivious to the inner turmoil that’s unfolding in the guy in front of him, crossing his arms before looking at his dad once more.

“Is he allowed here?”

He questions sharply like a toddler who’s just seen an inconspicuous man by the swing, his cheeks rounding with his lips pursed.

His dad’s really confused because this is the most intrigue he’s seen Jungkook inhibit for the whole eight weeks.

Of course his dad knows; he’s more than aware that his son has literally no interest in being a professor, and honestly speaking, he’s not even mad at that. He’a outsmarted him on this one and just went along with the lengths of hi son trying to impress him, falling into this eight-week routine of them bonding together with little practice teaching, yet Jungkook still wonders where he got his wit from.

He looks back and forth between Jungkook and Hyunjin, perplexed because he’s pretty sure that the two of them don’t know each other and that doesn’t explain the tension lingering.

“Hyunjin? Yeah. President’s lister, right?”

Hyunjin grins and chuckles at that, bowing slightly as he just passes Jungkook that appalls the latter.

“You put me there, sir.”

Jungkook mocks him under his breath, not going unnoticed by his dad who just chuckles all the same. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he lies right out of his teeth, sitting on his chair and spreading his legs until his dad nudges him to be atleast decent because he wants the students to focus on his presentation and not his son’s crotch.

He feels cursed having such clear vision because even when the lights are dim, Jungkook still finds his gaze looking for you out of habit. Cursed for seeing Hyunjin sit on the other side of you and suddenly he wishes that this would be the time that Jimin interferes.

He’s unsure if you’re making him confused or he’s confusing himself, but the way his head feels like splitting just by thinking about you and what he could’ve done wrong tells him that he should be definite.

“Would you mind wrapping up the lesson, Mr. Jeon?” his dad asks outloud and for any other context, they’d share identical smiles on how they should be professional towards each other (as suggested by his dad) during class.

“Not at all, Dr. Jeon.”

God, he’s so oblivious to see how he has everyone gravitating towards him that it’s actually endearing. You sitting all the way up gives you a front-row seat to see how everyone sits up a little straighter and how heads follow his every move.

Jungkook has everyone wrapped around his finger and he doesn’t even know — you’re everyone; he can’t know.

He steps up to the plate and the natural dominance and hold he has on everyone broke through, a lesson about statistics never being this intense and a large majority of the people would really stay for another hour and a half if it’s Jungkook who’s teaching.

He’s so absorbed into summarizing as a way of destressing that he ended up giving perhaps one of the best makeshift lectures ever, his dad positively awed and ending up even more confused.

Jungkook’s coming down from his lecture high, nervously fiddling with his fingers as his dad gives the final reminders. What doesn’t help is also you coming out of the classroom with Hyunjin in tow, wearing your cardigan, and that’s what considerably sets him off.

Suddenly, he now decides that your cardigan is the ugliest and most disgusting piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life. It’s the furthest thing from adorable, and the nearest thing into being set on fire.

You still smell sweet and homey when you’re nearing him, and the realization that your cardigan’s tainted by the smell of you and soon enough, Hyunjin will — it hits Jungkook too hard that he mutters under his breath, his jaw lax from being clenched.

“If you have a problem with me, just tell me about it.”

He can’t find the will in himself to care whether or not Hyunjin’s gone on without you and is waiting for you by the corridor, or that his dad’s arranging his shelf and could be possibly listening.

“I don’t,” your face reflects the same thing as your answer, devoid of any uncertainty that you have a problem with him.

“You don’t?” he prods further even if he knows that asking the second time wouldn’t even help.

“I don’t. Do you?”

There’s no malice in your tone. It’s the same gentleness laced with mischief underneath, head tilting in question.

That’s when he narrows his eyes at you, always knowing how to play your cards right without him knowing.

“With you or with myself?”

You shrug carelessly, an automatic giggle tumbling out of your lips that it bothers you too because you shouldn’t be okay with pulling yourself away from Jungkook, and the fact that it could be because you made peace long enough that the two of you will never be more is something to blame.

“You tell me, Mr. Jeon.”

He’s never hated his family name more and the formality preceding it than now. In reality, he’s just a year older than most of you in this class and the last time he’s checked, no one calls their senior, despite being from another university, like that.

Everyone assumed that he should be called with respect because after all, they’re probably looking at the future of this institution anyways.

Stable breaths aren’t enough and Jungkook seems to despise the way your slightest change towards him affects him the most, and his pride over not reaching out to your first has long been gone since.

He figures that this is just your way of detaching from him because his eight weeks are almost up, and that he should be totally fine with it because after all it’s only been eight weeks.

He can’t see another eight weeks of you pulling out from him, and even worse, eight weeks without you.

“We’re not cool.”

Jungkook says as soon as you open your door, not waiting for you to gesture him to come in. In any other situation, he’d find you adorable having traded your contacts for glasses, and absolutely sexy if his blood’s rushing elsewhere besides his cheeks. There’s no introduction of asking about your day nor catching you off-guard with a kiss either.

It’s him going straight to your bed and lying upright, looking at you somberly that you feel sorry you’ve been establishing this change in the first place.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

His question is a complete 180 from his voice that’s been gravelly since morning, sincerity underneath the rough edges.

You shake your head no, a signal that there’s absolutely nothing wrong and you don’t have anything to tell him about.

“Are you sure?”

He looks at you with wide reassuring eyes just begging for anything, atleast something, the only time that he wishes there’s something wrong going on so he could chalk it up to that instead of facing this shift with you blindly and aimlessly.

You’re wordlessly climbing up on bed too, making him automatically scoot over to his side of your bed when he stays overnight, instant warmth welcoming you just by having your shoulders touch with him. It’s a head nod of yes, I’m sure that there’s nothing wrong with your eyes closed.

Being beside him is the equivalent of all the comfortable nights you’ve slept. Jungkook’s the ultimate compilation and the most expensive goodie box of warm hugs and warm tea that tasted familiar instead of incredibly earthy. He’s white noise and eight-hour loops of rainfall against your windows and humidifier-goodness of sleep that you take indulgence and warmth in.

Jungkook’s in another realm of thought when he almost snaps at you because your roles have been reversed and it’s him who’s doting over you.

“Are you usually this non-committal?”

You’re always warm with a cherry on top when you talk to Jungkook, and just only two days of you giving him timid replies has him asking you if you’re the opposite of the adjective that people most commonly attached to you.

“I think we both know best that I’m loyal.”

You are.

It’s a word that’s almost always attached to your name. You’ve never really sustained a large group of close friends, and it wasn’t needed, but Jungkook finds it funny that you’re oblivious to how people look at you.

He’s well-acquainted with what goes around, and the only things that go around about you was that you’ve touched them in one way or another. You’re the most loyal friend Jimin has because you’ve stuck with him even if he’s spilled his guts on your bathroom floor, missing the mark of your toilet bowl. You gave up your bed for him and tucked him in even if he was still at risk of throwing up because he just couldn’t stop, and made him breakfast the next morning. You’ve only known each other for three days.

Hoseok considers you his most loyal neighbor slash friend ever, because you let him have a go at your pantry even if you knew at the back of your head that he’d screw up something in his recipe one way or another. Even started buying extra ingredients whenever he needs them, and him purposefully forgetting that he has brown sugar at the back of his cabinet.

You are loyal, and that’s what he sometimes hates about you too because it makes you more vulnerable. A little too easy to trample on. A little too easy to have you cheering for someone from the bleachers when they’re still on the bench.

Jungkook wonders if you’re loyal to him too, and if you were (which he’s sure of, and there’s no denying it), would you still be even if he feels like the two of you are growing apart?

“Then why do I feel that-“

He sighs in exasperation, head turning to face you and he’s greeted with your finger outstretched, digging in to where his dimple would appear.

He could look at you properly this time because he’s not in a rush asking if you’re okay. Eyes glazed looking up at him underneath your glasses, scrunched nose with the cutest smile and all that he wants this to never stop.

“Hey.”

You whisper in a rush all of a sudden, a toothy grin fading steadily when your thumb comes to rest on his cheek, whole hand soon pressed to it whole that Jungkook finds himself leaning.

“I’m in love with you.”

It comes out of you fluidly; no baited breath and no hesitation at all. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, actually. Not once did you think that you’d ever tell Jungkook you love him in this way, or ever for that matter, but it’s something that materialized out of thin air.

It’s as quick as a passing thought and as stable as a core memory, reiterating what is only a truth instead of a confession.

There’s no sadness in your gaze and no distrust either, but the smile that stretches on your cheeks doesn’t look as giddy.

He’s a little cross-eyed with how close you are, but Jungkook audibly whimpers when you pull away suddenly and out of the bed altogether, picking up your laptop from your table.

You don’t know what you’re doing either, but you could only hope that it looks as natural as it seemed, wanting him to know that your sudden realization that you need to make a twenty-page essay in size 12 font has nothing to do with your profession of love.

“But I know I shouldn’t, and besides, it’s a conflict of interest. Anyway, let’s just end this here now and-...”

“Are you insane?”

Jungkook exclaims in punctuation marks and of deep urgency, looking at you as if you suggested the most ridiculous thing ever after what you’ve just said, which you exactly did.

“Just continue loving me!”

He says it as the most obvious thing ever, his chest feeling an odd sense of relief after having blown up with emotion. He’s a sponge at this point in whatever relationship the two of you have. He’ll take what you can give, but this was something Jungkook would run to hell and back for to not take from you.

“You didn’t even ask if I loved you back! And that’s my honest answer, not something that would appease you when you return the question.”

He looks a little softer around the edges at the moment — arms flailing around and hair bouncing as he keeps moving his head.

His cheeks are puffed out when he’s angry and his lips are red from trying to get his point across strongly, stammering with what more he could think of in his head.

“It’s not a conflict of interest either! I only shadowed my dad to please him, but we both know that I don’t want to become a professor like him. You just think that it is because you’re up on the seats and I’m down on the podium!” he’s heated and his cheeks are warm and there’s no way it has something to do with your airconditioning.

“It’s a stint. It was a literal eight-week stint for free, because he’s the president for god’s sake — that’s it! I go back to my university in like what, a week? And they don’t even need me passing requirements, because they already know, again, that I’m the son of a university president! Honestly, it’d be stupid of them to.”

Jungkook feels like he’s gonna pass out with how overwhelmed he is. Too overwhelmed to the point that he doesn’t see you smiling out of the corner of his eye, hand rubbing down the length of his nape to his back.

It’s only then that you realize that he’s rambling and his voice is wavering, concern dripping down from you instead of amused laughter.

“Y/N, please, it’s convenient — more than convenient. I graduate this year, and you next year. The last thing I’d do in my life is grade papers. You know what I want to be? I wanna be-...”

Jungkook’s cut off with a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth that’s grounded him, blinking twice to look at you.

He should really kiss you right now.

“You could’ve condensed that into a single simple sentence,” you snort when you pull away from Jungkook’s hold, sending him a look of faux disappointment to which he whines. “It’s called I love you too, Jungkook.”

He squints at your teasing but reasons just as quick, sneaking in his head underneath your shirt to escape from your teasing and importantly, press a gentle kiss to your chest, then your boobs, and settling to lie down on your stomach as he’s content.

“I was panicked!”

Jungkook’s certain that he loves you, laughing to himself when he heard heavy knocks against your bedroom wall that just conveniently happens to be adjacent to Hoseok’s.

“Fucking finally! I was about to flirt with either of you just so you could cut to the chase and admit it to each other!”

Your laugh is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard, coming out from hiding underneath your shirt and just laying on top of your clothed tummy, hand looking for yours to hold on to.

You’ve been sleepy the entire time, he’s figured. You having switched to your glasses meant you’ve already had your night shower, and only had three hours maximum before succumbing to your bed. You’ve had a long day clearly, and it’s when you’re starting to succumb into sleep right exactly where you are that Jungkook suddenly remembers.

“You know what I want to be? I wanna be-…”

“With you.”

“Mhmm?” you all but mumble, feeling him adjust your head on the pillow while he lays on his, literal weight being lifted off from you.

Jungkook feels even more endeared if that’s any more possible, the tiniest boop to your nose and the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I wanna be with you.”

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Hi I'd like to ask for a louis x fem reader where reader meets james and invites him to the school but louis gets jealous and does something to hurt readers feelings and idk just a fluff ending and stuff <33 I love you & your writing

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

in which louis feels a foreign emotion

season : four

character : louis

song : jealousy, jealousy , olivia rodrigo

date : 24th october 2021

au : clementine and aj weren't kicked out , marlon is still alive , basically everything is normal except clem and aj didn't meet james, you did , aj didn't get shot or anything or whatever happened

note : sorry this took so long, but thank you so much for requesting !! i hope you enjoy <33

from his post you could just about see the top of willy's head. "hey!" you called, causing him to go on his tip-toes to get a better look at you, and he waved.

with a small, eager smile, you turned over to james, who was fiddling with his fingers nervously. you nudged him lightly in the side. "they'll love you, james, trust me. we're an accepting bunch, no judgement."

he looked back at you, trying to believe you — you could see his eyes searching for a trust to grasp on to. he trusted you, but he wasn't sure how he could feel around your friends. every time he got close to someone, their fate arrived quickly, and often in his hands. what if he got someone else killed? he was better off alone; he shouldn't have even joined you. ah, but it was too late: the ericson kids were already pulling open the rusty gates.

by the time you and james had walked through the ericson gates and into the overgrown courtyard, james laid his eyes on everyone there. definitely a mix of kids you wouldn't imagine would get along, but if you'd all gotten this far, then he had no right to judge.

"everyone," you announced, "this is james." as if giving a presentation and pointing at all the bits of info on the powerpoint, you "presented" him with jazz hands and a big smile. people smiled and waved from their posts. you placed a hand of james' shoulder. "james saved me from a pack of zombies and was able to get me back here in one piece the other day. he doesn't have anyone else, so i invited him to stop by here, you know, see if he likes it. if he does, we might have a new addition to ericson."

ruby took a step forward, holding a hand out and shaking james' firmly. "it's great to meet you, james! we've only heard great things! i'm ruby — if you decide to stay, i'm sure we'll get along."

after ruby, everyone followed suit in introducing themselves to james, practically bombarding them with names and hand shakes and whatnot.

however, only one person lagged behind, digging their hands into their pockets. "what's up?" you asked quietly, approaching them.

louis shrugged, staring at james and the crowd that surrounded him. "i don't know," he admitted, glancing at you. "are you sure we can trust him? i mean, he's been living on his own for ages – what if he has rabies?"

you breathed deeply, stifling a laugh. as rude as he was being, louis's humour followed him everywhere. you looped an arm with his and looked up at him, a small smile on your face. "you might have rabies, lou, but i still kiss you, don't i?"

the boy next to you chuckle, elbowing you lightly. "shut up, i don't have rabies," he replied teasingly.

"then how do you know james has rabies?"

louis sighed, looking down at his boots, which were kicking the small pebbles and dust on the floor. he shrugged. "i guess you're right."

"come on," you tried, rubbing his arm, discreetly dragging him closer to the crowd. "just give him a chance. you might like him."

for the rest of the evening, people spoke to james, asking him about what life was like blending in with the walkers, asking him about his life before the apocalypse, touring him around the school and telling stories from before the end of the world. you included.

at dinner, everyone wanted to sit with him (willy and aj especially, they'd seemed to take a special liking to him), but you'd ended up sitting beside him. you could tell by how stiff he was getting, that james was often uncomfortable or overwhelmed with all the attention. after all, he spent all of his time alone or amongst the walkers, or with you if you found him.

whilst willy was telling james about "the terrible boys toilets story", you averted your attention to the other table, for you'd grow' tired of hearing the gross story so many times, and were curious of what the boys on the other table were doing. only so many people could fit on one table so, while you, james, ruby, willy, aj, tenn and aasim sat together, louis, mitch, clementine and omar sat on the other. as clementine made conversation with mitch and omar, you could tell louis wasn't contributing and was, instead, looking your way.

his face flickered in the light of the nearby fire, contorting into all sorts of emotions. your eyes met. 'you okay?' you mouthed to him, and you know he saw because he made a point to look away and join in the conversation on his table.

by the time everyone had finished their food, james thought it would be a good time to go, and everyone gathered around the gate to say their goodbyes. you hadn't had time to ask james about what he thought of ericson, and if he would join you all, but you doubted he'd want a permanent space; a visit everyone once in a while would probably burn him out, even — the kids at ericson were quite a lot to handle, you knew that, too.

as james began to wander back into the woods, pulling his walker skin out of his backpack and onto his face, everyone waved and cheered and said their goodbyes. all apart from louis.

once the gate had squeaked shut, some people clambered up the watch-post to continue waving, but you approached your boyfriend, who'd been off all day. "something's up, louis — what is it?"

"nothing," louis groaned in reply, turning away from you and heading inside. "i'm going to bed."

you sighed. obviously something was bothering him, and you couldn't figure out what, and it was only escalating things considering he wasn't being honest with you. when you two had first made it official, you promised each other that honesty was the way and your number-one priority as a couple; no matter if it was about hiding something or just bottled-up emotions.

hoping to give him some time to calm down from whatever he was pissed about, you didn't run after louis straight away. honestly, it was ruining your mood. then you noticed clementine taking a seat on the stone stairs. she'd been talking with him during dinner, perhaps she knew something?

and so you joined her, plopping down right beside her. "sorry if this is abrupt, but was louis off during dinner to you, like, at all?"

clem turned to you, and then glanced away as if she was remembering. "yeah," she stater, turning back to you. "yeah, and he kept looking over at your table. i asked if he was okay, but he didn't say anything and then joined the conversation like nothing happened."

letting out a sigh, you brought your knees to your chest, a frown growing on your lips. "god... i hope he's okay. he seemed off the whole day, like even before james arrived."

"maybe it was a long day, meeting someone new," clementine suggested with a shrug. "tenn seems a bit worn out, too. don't know if i can say the same for aj, though." she ended her sentence with a short chuckle as she watched aj climb down from the watch-post; it seemed he enjoyed meeting james. but she glanced back to you. "maybe go check on him? now that louis is out of the crowd, he might feel better to open up?"

your frown began erasing itself, and you nodded. "thanks, clem. here's hoping he's just tired out," you spoke as you stood up. "i'll let you know how it goes."

clementine didn't say anything else as you pushed the front doors open, stepping into the school and heading for the dormitories.

once you'd reached the door to louis's room, you stopped and stared for a moment. he was okay, right? was he mad at you? what if you stepped in and he did something really, really bad? you lifted a hand and knocked on the door. someone inside said 'come in', and so you opened the door.

there he was; louis, laying on his back in his bed, staring up at the bunk above him. he looked down at you, but, upon realising who had entered the room, turned on his side, now facing the cracked and peeling wall.

the frown from earlier returned, etching itself onto your face. you slowly edged further into the room, closing the door behind you. "come on, louis, what's wrong?" you asked, approaching his bunk and leaning against it.

you were met with silence.

"what happened to honesty?" you pushed further, crossing your arms. "if something's happened, tell me. i want to help you."

this time, louis sighed heavily. he peered over at you. "nothing's happened," he spoke, his jaw clenched tight.

"then why are you acting like this?" you asked, moving to sit down on the foot of his bed, placing your hand on louis's leg. again, no answer. "is it do to with james coming round today?"

louis looked back over at you — jackpot; you'd found the area of concern. but what about james could've made him so annoyed? he shrugged. "i guess so."

your hand on louis's leg started rubbing soothingly, sympathetically. "do you not like him? just because he's my friend, doesn't mean you have to like him, too. and we've never had a busy day like this before, was it overwhelming at all?"

louis wriggled around so he was on his back and could look up at you properly. his lips had been pulled into a combination of a frown and a pout. "i guess i don't really like him. i guess... i guess... i don't know."

"you guess what?" you shuffled further up the bed, taking your hand in his.

"i guess i was..." louis gulped, screwing his eyes shut tightly, like he didn't want to come to terms with it. "jealous?" he peeked out from behind his eyes to see your reaction.

honestly, it took all of you to not burst our laughing. all this because of a little bit of jealousy?

with a smile, you leaned down to pull louis into a tight embrace. "oh, lou, you don't have to worry about anyone taking me away from you."

#newajgo #the walking dead game #twdg #twdg imagine #twdg imagines #twdg reaction #twdg reactions #twdg x reader #twdg the final season #twdg louis #twdg louis x reader #newajgo requests

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vanilla-phantoms · 1 year ago

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Ok part 2 time:

11. Squalor Victoria by The National

This one is also on his official playlist and I think it perfectly represents how “employee” comes to overtake so much of his identity. Welcome to your new self worth as a middle manager.

“Underline everything

I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt

I'm going down among the saints”

12. Whiskey by Tejon Street Corner Thieves

Every kepler playlist has to have a whiskey song. And because I love angst and pain, I’m choosing one about alcoholism. I do headcanon his thing for whiskey to be more of a status symbol thing, but the song is a banger

13. Hungry People by The Happy Fits

He continues to climb in the ranks and continues to sell more of his humanity. At first, he was doing it to get out of a bad situation. How far can that reasoning take him?

“Good news: they're coming for you

They're gonna take you out of hell

Big dreams don't mean anything

When you're a product that can sell”

14. I Can’t Decide by the Scissor Sisters

Such a classic villain song. This one is on here because no matter what else he has going on, Kepler brings a vibe of fun and playfulness to his job. Also, in this section of the playlist, the flip flop between upbeat and more sad/bitter songs represents his mixed feelings about working at Goddard

15. Working for the Company by Willy Moon

Another perfect song for how working for Goddard takes more and more of his humanity over time. I know I’ve got a lot of these but I think it’s pretty central to his character arc. In order for him to have his arc where he realizes he has humanity left to fight for, he has to lose touch with that first

16. Feeling Good by Michael Bublé

Am I the only one that thinks Michael Bublé’s voice in this song, and this song only, sounds exactly like Kepler. Like I can just imagine him singing this. I have to have it on the playlist at least somewhere for that reason, but I chose this spot to continue to demonstrate his mixed feelings as he gets higher and higher up in goddard.

17. Hey, Little Songbird from Hadestown

OUGH I’m so proud of this choice actually. This one is a duet representing the moment where he meets and recruits jacobi for the first time.

“EURYDICE]

Strange is the call of this strange man

I wanna fly down and feed at his hand

I want a nice, soft place to land

I wanna lie down forever

[HADES]

Hey, little songbird, you've got something fine

You'd shine like a diamond down in the mine

And the choice is yours if you're willing to choose

Seeing as you've got nothing to lose

And I could use a canary”

18. Shankill Butchers by the Decemberists

This is a song for the reputation of SI-5 as bogeymen, like how Hilbert describes them right before they’re introduced.

“Cause everybody knows

If you don't mind your mother's words

A wicked wind will blow

Your ribbons from your curls

Everybody moan, everybody shake

The Shankill butchers wanna catch you awake”

19. Fight for Me by AlicebanD

We are entering the kepcobi section of the playlist. I have a lot of headcanons about how Kepler’s original strategy for keeping Jacobi loyal was to play on his emotional dependency (before he got attached). I could really pull any lyric from this song, but I’m choosing this one:

“I'll play with you as I know you like it rough

I'll reason that I don't think I'm that tough

I'll make you beg for me and plead for me

And I know that you will bleed for me

And I'll play with you until I've had enough”

20. Power & Control by MARINA

Still in the Kepcobi era. He flirts and uses the suggestion of more as a control tactic, but it gets more complicated when his own feelings enter the mix. I like to think this is him denying he actually likes Jacobi and trying to convince himself he’s doing it all for the job.

“Women and men, we are the same

But love will always be a game

A human vulnerability

Doesn't mean that I am weak”

I could be so interested in a breakdown of your playlists! I love when people tell me their Kepler thoughts :)

Hoo boy here we go (I think I will do this in three separate posts bc otherwise it will be miles long, but here’s part one)

First off, here’s the playlist again for reference:

1. Tombstone Blues by Richie Havens

This one is on his official playlist by Urbena and it really influenced some of my hcs for him. It feels like a good tone setter for the whole playlist as well as starting off chronologically with his childhood.

“Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food

I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues”

I headcanon he grew up poor with parents who were often absent and working, leading him to become very competent and self sufficient at a young age.

The verses to this song also have this sense of absurdist parody of capitalist wartime America which really fits well for his character as a whole

2. White Room by Cream

This one is also on his official playlist and I’m gonna be honest I mostly put it here for vibes. The lyrics don’t make too much sense except for the repeated train station setting. I especially like this verse for him:

“You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning”

Idk man. It just fits. There’s going to be a theme in these early life songs of restless frustration.

3. Time Bomb by Rancid

I discovered this song as a Jacobi song, but I can imagine Kepler in his mid teen years falling in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and having a rebellious phase. Once more mostly a reflection of an upbringing forcing him to grow up too fast and a restless anger from being someone very intelligent with few opportunities.

“Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living

Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives

Like a cat 15 years old, take him to the youth authority home

First thing you learn, you got to make it in this world alone”

4. King for a Day by Green Day

This is on there for gender headcanons that are very influenced by the headcanons of a friend of mine @vvarren-kepler (who will have more insightful comments about this than me). But it boils down to, Kepler is always someone who uses his image as a tool, and maybe at goddard he uses a traditionally masculine presentation to achieve a specific image and effect and because he knows life will be easier for him that way. Maybe, just maybe, when he was younger with a bit more freedom, he was a bit different.

5. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

See my other post here for this one:

6. Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

This one is here for his recruitment into Goddard. I like to hc that Cutter recruited him himself, and so in this song Cutter is the man with the red right hand, coming to “rescue” kepler from his life with high and dangerous promises

7. The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall

This song is a fun one for Kepler in general, but like the one before the “devil” in this song is actually Cutter. This is another one I have on here for his recruitment. I really like the metaphor of goddard as something kepler “sold his soul” or his humanity to, like Lovelace points out in that one scene.

Highlighting this lyric because I can really see cutter using a “you’re just like me” kind of technique when recruiting kepler:

“I know you, I know you young man

I know you by the state of your hands

You're a six-string picker

Just as I, I am”

8. Megalomania by David Lemaitre

This is for him as he’s just joined Goddard, getting used to the cutthroat lifestyle and feeling a little out of his depth.

9. Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor

I’ve mentioned before that I hc Kepler as having a younger brother that he was the primary caretaker of growing up but who he is now estranged from. This is the process of that estrangement. I think kepler did stick around and take care of him at least until he came of age and could take care of himself, but not for long after that. This could also be the time he decides to change his name and separate himself from his family entirely (I also hc that Kepler isn’t his real surname)

10. Glory and Gore by Lorde

This one is also on his official playlist, and I’m using it to represent his transfer from more normal work in goddard to the black-ops work he ends up leading. I think he probably didn’t start there, but it’s always where Cutter intended to put him. This lyric is one I think fits him pretty well:

‘Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay)

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways)

Chance is the only game I play with, baby

We let our battles choose us’

#there WILL be a part 3 #van talks #wolf359 #kepcobi #warren kepler

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