#i’m glad i could tune u into him :D

[apollos-boyfriend]

i became kinda obsessed with dante bc you posted abt him and now i started the manga so thanks lol

thank u for reminding me i made a collection of his expressions from ch 1 i keep forgetting to post 🫶 the single father ever

[minheelovelee]

i’m having fuma brain rot and i’m going crazy for this man rn so do you think you could do a nsfw a-z if you haven’t already? I love your work btw <3

fuma nsfw a-z

thanks for requesting anon!! im glad you like my writing :))) this took a long time hehehe

warnings: nsfw.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

oh he is the sweetest. cleaning you up with a baby wipe and making sure you're clean before you drift off to sleep in his arms. he'll take a bath with you if you have the energy. and he always makes sure to give so so much praise and so so much love. if u have tears or feel sad, don't worry! superhero fuma is here!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

bro likes thighs. a lot. he's so sweet buying cute shorts and thigh highs for your growing collections! if you could be a doll and squeeze your thighs together just a little tighter, he would love that :)

he's worked hard to earn his dream body. he doesn't necessarily have a favorite part of himself. but when he has the strength to fuck you while standing, he can't help but give himself a pat on the back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

on your back after backshots. he's got a polaroid of that scene in his wallet. he also likes cumming inside. he hates laundry. you're a lot easier to clean than the bedsheets.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's really come around to the idea of touching you while you're asleep. there's something so enticing about his little girl being so full of peace while he does dirty things with your bodies.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he fucks. no reason to beat around the bush. he has experience, and if he didn't i would be so surprised. he seems to be wise beyond his years, so i don't think this is his first time around the block.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anything from the back is a strong contender. he loves hitting it from behind. he's a bit mischievous, so he likes when you face away from him. you can never guess what he'll do next.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he fills any role gracefully. he can be silly and lax if that's what supports his partner the most. he can also be the opposite.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn't care to shave. things are pretty natural down there. he knows what an everything shower is and he HATES them.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's actually very romantic and can show a lot of love during sex with his partner. but, he can pull back and be okay with a "no strings attached" relationship. he's in tune with his emotions and understands his partners well.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't jack off that often. he has horrible post nut clarity. he would take a cold shower before he decided to get off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

his strength kink goes crazy. he's worked hard for his muscular build and loves to show it off. sex against the wall is his favorite thing. he also loves when he uses his arms to make his partner ride his cock. :)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the bedroom or bathroom. specifically the shower. he likes shower/bath sex for the intimacy aspect of it. otherwise he will keep things in the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

short clothes.

begging

lingerie

offering blowjobs :)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

won't push his partner's limits. he has rules for you to follow in and out of the bedroom. he can read his partner like a book, so he knows when things have gone too far.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he love love loves sloppy head. if you're not crying by the time your done, you didn't try hard enough. he leans more on the receiving side.

but hes really good at giving head, too. he's very attentive to his partner. 69 while STANDING. woah. i just got dizzy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's rougher than most. he likes to take things slowly when there's time. slow, deep, rough. all the buzz words.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he's not crazy about them. he would rather leave you hanging until he has time to devour you. :) he likes to take his time. he also has performance anxiety when he is on a time constraint :P

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he's willing to experiment. that's how he found out about his strength kink and love for manhandling. he always wants to try something new, and makes sure you're comfortable before moving on.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can have too much stamina at times. sometimes he just has so much pent up energy, he'll go for hours. but he knows when to stop. he keeps the multi-hour sessions to a minimum.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he owns a fleshlight. i don't think it sees the light of day often. he owns a couple vibrators that he lovesss to use on you. watching you squirm and beg is one of his favorite things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he can be a bit of a tease. he loves watching his partner enjoy themselves. but he also loves seeing their expression when he says something naughty in their ear. he's the type to get you riled up with his hands and words, leaving you needy all day.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's pretty quiet in bed. he moans when he finishes and when you deepthroat him. otherwise he sticks to small grunts and dirty talking quietly.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he's a head pusher. a nice head pusher! he's also a throat fucker. he's become obsessed with laying you on your back and fucking your mouth so he can see the bulge in your throat. :)

"atta girl. taking my cock in your mouth so well. there's a little more for you, love. can you open up wide for me?" head pusher...

"breathe through your nose. good girl. look at you working so hard to make daddy feel good. keep going, sweet girl."

"fuck, you are perfect. i bet you're soaked right now, sweetheart. come sit on daddy's face so i can see."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his body is tea. he works so so hard and has the craziest pecs.

his dick is average length. but he's quite thick. you'll feel a stretch every time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive isn't as high as you might think. he's more laid back. he can make out with his partner and have it not lead to sex. he's a strong soldier.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he's awake for a while after sex. he's gotta look out for you and make sure he didn't fuck you up too badly. if you struggle to walk afterward, he'll carry you. even if he's a little tired. :) he waits for you to sleep before he shuts his eyes.

[diorkyeom]

‘✷’ : CHAPTER EIGHT “can i have your number?”

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chapter word count: 5.6k+

chapter warnings: swearing

summary: "lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, seokmin thought, was a little bit of an enigma." - in which seokmin has known joshua for years, but he's always been a bit of a mystery to him. and as the days go by, he finds himself falling further and further for the enigmatic man, wanting to find out who the real Joshua Hong is behind his polite smiles and warm eyes and sweet words.

notes: okok guys with this chapter pls pretend that i Did in fact build on this one throwaway line back in ch1 that i wanted to add onto but then i forgot so. pretend that u remember that seokmin doesn’t have joshua’s number okay

Seokmin sighed, propping his cheek on his hand and attempting to tune out the incessant chattering of the man opposite him.

“—which is why I told him that no, hyung, I’m not some sort of telepathic mind-reader so he needs to tell me when he wants something, you know?”

“I think telepathic and mind-reader mean the same thing,” Seokmin said idly, watching as a piece of fluff floated gently across the staffroom, before his eyes eventually twitched and he lost sight of it. 

He’d missed the response that had been given to his comment, but it didn’t even seem to matter.

Mingyu was still rambling.

“—so I’m out buying him pastries, because Wonwoo hyung loves pastries, especially the ones from that cafe that’s near here, and then guess what he does?” Mingyu leaned forward, hands splayed across the veneer of one of the round, wooden tables in the staffroom. “Guess what he does, Seokmin.”

“What does he do, Mingyu?”

“He calls me,” Mingyu said, and then paused for dramatic effect, “and tells me he loves me.”

Seokmin just blinked slowly. If he tilted his head down at the right moment, his glasses would slip down his nose until they were almost falling off. It was an irrelevant observation, a needless thought, something he didn’t need to think about. 

Just like most of Mingyu’s rant.

“Gee, I’m so glad your boyfriend loves you,” Seokmin said, and then tilted his head down slightly so his glasses tipped down. “Why are you even here?”

About half an hour earlier, Seokmin had been running rather exasperatedly throughout the school, trying to find a printer that hadn’t been jammed or wasn't out of ink so he could print some sheets for his lessons. It was a free period of his, so the rest of the school was pretty much empty, with everyone in class, so he was full-on sprinting across the foyer area before, out of the corner of his eye, he’d caught sight of a big, familiar figure standing in the reception, waving vigorously at him.

It turned out, Mingyu had been out buying pastries for Wonwoo (before Wonwoo had apparently said ‘I love you’ to Mingyu, the horror) and Seokmin’s school had been near that cafe ( it was a twenty minute walk away) so he’d decided to pop in and spend some time with (be a general nuisance to) his best buddy Seokmin.

Mingyu just beamed, undeterred by the uninterested front that Seokmin was putting on. They both knew that the teacher was more than content with chatting with Mingyu, no matter the situation or setting.

"You really shouldn't be here, you know," Seokmin said. "The security is pretty tight."

Mingyu rolled his eyes, waving his hand. "Don't worry. With all of this—" he gestured to his face— "anyone would let me off the hook. Besides, I have a friend who works in this fancy-as-fuck private school, don't I?"

"It's not that fancy," Seokmin sighed, rubbing his temple, ignoring Mingyu's scoff and wild gestured around the entire staff room which, admittedly, did have marble accents and gilded ornaments. Maybe it was a bit fancy. "Anyway. Again, why are you here, Mingyu?"

“Came to say hello to my best friend, of course!” Mingyu said, and then leaned over and grabbed the frame of Seokmin’s glasses to push them up his face again. “Also, your glasses are slipping down.”

Seokmin scrunched his nose and made a noise of protest at Mingyu’s abrupt action, taking his cheek away from his fist and leaning against the other hand instead. “Wait, don’t you have work too?”

“My manager is sick,” Mingyu said cheerfully. “And so is half my department. So she told us to all go home, and then I found out that Wonwoo hyung was sick, and then we had that fight, and then I went to the cafe and then I ended up here!”

“I see.” Seokmin peered around Mingyu to the other chairs on either side of him. “Did you come here with the pastries?”

Mingyu instantly grabbed the bag from one of the chairs, holding it against his chest. “Yeah, but you’re not getting any! These are all of Wonwoo hyung’s favourites, and only he’s allowed to have them.”

Seokmin laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, okay. I guess you’ve made up after your brief fight this morning, huh?”

“Yeah? That happened ages ago, Seokmin. I literally told you he called me to tell me he loves me. I think I actually cried.”

“Sounds on brand for you,” Seokmin teased, but he was smiling, watching the way Mingyu set the bag down on the chair and patted it securely, looking down at it fondly like it was his boyfriend himself right next to him. 

Mingyu and Wonwoo were the longest-standing couple out of their entire friend group, their six year anniversary already rolling around in a few months. Junhui and Minghao followed close behind by about a year or so with their weird casual thing, but the fact still remained that Mingyu and Wonwoo had been dating the longest. And every time Seokmin was reminded of that, he thought it was both the most insane and also the most logical thing in the world. 

They were easy, natural, in the way that they loved each other, and he couldn’t remember a time where Mingyu wasn’t always bringing up Wonwoo in every conversation, nor a time where Wonwoo wouldn’t blink and soften at the mere mention of Mingyu’s name. It was as easy as breathing, for them, the act of loving and being loved and Seokmin wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if their engagement was announced any day now.

He shook his head, tapping his fingers against the laptop lid, the device sitting to the right of him on the table, still unopened. He’d dragged Mingyu to the staffroom after finding him in the front entrance, taking out the laptop from his bag and intending to do some work to drown out Mingyu’s chattering. The laptop was yet to be opened, however, and he hummed mindlessly, looking up at Mingyu.

“You’re so in love with Wonwoo hyung, you know,” Seokmin said, in an oddly matter-of-fact way, and Mingyu just laughed.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, smiling. “I’m so in love with him. Like, stupidly in love with him.”

Seokmin smiled a little, and then pouted, looking down at his finger as he traced nonsense patterns against the laptop. “It’s not fair,” he said, his voice whining and playful, bottom lip jutting out even further as he talked. “I wanna fall in love like that too.”

He expected some sort of teasing, snarky response back from Mingyu, but when the man simply made a noise of confusion, Seokmin furrowed his brow, the pout dropping from his face.

“Wait,” Mingyu said. “Wait. I thought you were in l…”

“I was what?” Seokmin asked, but Mingyu was already shaking his head, attempting to wave away the topic. “Hey, Mingyu, what were you going to say?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Mingyu said, but his eyes were gleaming, and Seokmin was reminded horribly of that time when he’d asked Minghao for his opinion on Joshua, all those months ago. He had a sinking feeling that, whatever Mingyu had been about to say, it did matter. A rather large amount. “Anyway, don’t you have your next class soon?”

Seokmin checked his watch and then scrambled out of his chair. “Oh, no, you’re right. I do.” He tucked in the chair, grabbed his bag, and stabbed a finger in Mingyu’s direction. “And you need to leave. Don’t you have a sick boyfriend to take care of?”

“I do,” Mingyu replied easily, but his eyes were still bright as he stood up, with decidedly more ease than Seokmin, who was struggling with the zipper of his bag so he could put his laptop away. “I don’t have to leave right away, though. I can wait for you to finish fighting with your… bag.”

“Shut up. I’m fine.” Seokmin snatched the laptop from the table, holding it in one hand as he struggled to open the zipper fully with the other. And then he looked at the device in his hands, pausing. “Wait, this isn’t mine.”

Mingyu tilted his head, walking around the table to open Seokmin’s bag for him. “Not yours? Whose is it, then?”

“Shua hyung’s,” Seokmin said. “Guess our stuff must have gotten mixed up this morning while we were doing work together.” He zipped up his tote bag, ignoring Mingyu’s exasperated look as he hefted it over his shoulder and gripped the laptop in his arms.

“Shua hyung’s?” Mingyu repeated. “What?”

“Joshua hyung,” Seokmin added helpfully. He had a distinct feeling that he’d had this kind of conversation with someone else before. “It’s a shortened—”

Mingyu shook his head, smiling a little. “No, no, I get that part. It’s just…” He trailed off, smiling wider. “Nevermind. Anyway, are you gonna walk me to the front door like a gentleman or not?”

Seokmin rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, complaining that Mingyu had been the one to rudely barge in during work hours so he shouldn’t have to play the part of a courteous houseowner, especially considering the fact this wasn’t even actually his home. Or his front door. Mingyu replied that Seokmin should still be polite all the same, and they bickered back and forth all the way through the trip from the staffroom, down the stairs and through the corridor before they reached the front entrance.

After that, Seokmin promptly shooed the man out of his school, telling him not to accidentally sit on the pastries because Wonwoo hyung wouldn’t like squashed food to eat. Mingyu pinched his ear for that, before bounding through the doors that Seokmin had opened for him and turning back to wave as the automatic glass doors slid back into place between them.

Once Mingyu had successfully exited the building, Seokmin turned on his heel and trotted through the hallways into the Music corridor, intent on returning Joshua’s laptop before his next class started.

He peered through the glass window of one of the doors and, upon seeing the familiar profile of Joshua’s face as he leaned over a student’s work, knocked on the door, glasses slipping a little as he bent his head into the classroom, shyly smiling at the elder turned around.

“Shu—Mr. Hong,” Seokmin corrected himself, and Joshua’s smile widened, colouring a fond pink. “Sorry to bother you.”

Joshua just smiled, beckoning for Seokmin to open the door a little wider, and the literature teacher did so, stepping into the room. “It’s no bother at all, Mr. Lee. What’s up?”

“I have your laptop,” Seokmin said, unable to help the way the smile remained firmly on his face as he presented it to Joshua. “It must’ve gotten mixed with mine.”

“Oh!” Joshua’s face lit up. “Wait just a second.” He walked over to his desk, taking out another laptop from his bag, before walking back up to Seokmin, and the two of them exchanged devices, laughing a little. 

“Maybe we should start naming our things,” Seokmin joked, and Joshua’s eyes crinkled, an easy smile in response to Seokmin’s words.

“Maybe we should,” he agreed. His students were not-so discreetly watching their exchange, and Seokmin became minutely aware of their stares as Joshua walked him back to the classroom door, an oddly courteous act considering the fact that they were standing not five feet away from it. “Anyways, thank you for bringing it back.”

Seokmin pffted, holding up his own laptop. “Don’t mention it. Thanks for the exchange. I would’ve stressed out if I couldn't find it.”

Joshua smiled again. “No worries.” He held open the door for Seokmin, allowing him to walk through, holding the door frame and simply smiling at Seokmin as the literature teacher turned around to face him.

They stood there for a moment, one inside the classroom, the other just outside it. Joshua leaned forward suddenly, and Seokmin panicked, but then Joshua’s fingers found the black frames of his glasses and gently pushed them back up his face so they sat comfortably on his nose.

“Sorry, they were slipping down,” Joshua said, leaning back. “I couldn’t see your eyes properly.”

“I—I see,” Seokmin stammered, wondering why he’d even initially panicked when Joshua had leaned into his space. “Uh. Thanks.”

Joshua laughed, a small, endeared breath, eyes tinged rose gold. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” Seokmin managed to reply, and try as he might, he had no explanation for the warm, fluttery blush that dusted his cheeks as he gave a wave in response to the gentle smile that Joshua sent his way, before slowly turning around and practically floating out of the corridor.

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Jeonghan stumbled down the stairs, groggily clutching his head and groaning as he fumbled his way into the kitchen, hands reaching out like a zombie until he managed to grab the back of Joshua’s shirt, and then promptly collapsing against his housemate.

“Good morning to you, too,” Joshua remarked, letting Jeonghan cling to his back like a koala whilst he shuffled through the kitchen, a pan already sizzling on the stove. “Did you take the pills I left for you?”

Jeonghan just groaned again. “Joshuji, why do you always let me drink so much during Game Night?”

Joshua sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to his scrambled eggs. “You didn’t take the meds, hm? There’s some more on the counter, next to the mug. And drink the entire thing.”

“Head hurts so bad,” Jeonghan muttered in mild protest, before eventually extricating himself from Joshua’s back and grabbing onto the counter, clawing his way across it until he could get to the medicine that Joshua had left out. “Absolutely horrible. I’m never gonna touch alcohol ever again.”

“Wonderful,” Joshua said. “Next month, you can help me clean up the day after, then.”

Jeonghan didn’t say anything, putting the pills in his mouth and knocking back the mug. Then he scrunched his nose, making horrified noises as he gulped down the entire thing, before wiping his mouth and staring, wide-eyed, at Joshua. “That wasn’t water.”

Joshua grinned, walking over to their cupboard to take out plates. “Nope. It’s a medicinal tea. Meant to help with headaches and hangovers.”

“It tastes horrible,” Jeonghan complained, pursing his lips and scrunching his nose, shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the taste in his mouth. “I can’t believe you tricked me like that.”

Joshua just chuckled, putting the scrambled eggs onto two plates, before also arranging the sausages that he’d cooked earlier. “Alright, alright. My deepest apologies for trying to take care of you. Now sit. Do you want toast as well?”

It was the morning after yet another Game Night, and Jeonghan was seriously contemplating cancelling next month’s one, because he really didn’t think his poor head could keep up with his drinking habits.

Last night had been… well, normal. Normal in the fact that Soonyoung had serenaded their ceramic sculptures again (Jeonghan was still in the process of encouraging Joshua to get rid of them all) and Seungkwan and Chan had had a screaming fight before singing karaoke together five seconds later, and Minghao may have accidentally punched someone in the face once again. 

Absolutely normal things. Except for one, small detail.

“I didn’t see Seokmin all night,” Jeonghan said through a mouthful of sausages, while Joshua buttered his toast for him. “He said hi to me at the beginning and then didn’t come up to me at all after that.” Joshua deposited the toast on Jeonghan’s plate, and the elder promptly began to devour them. “Do you know anything about that, hm?”

For a long moment, Joshua didn’t say anything, nibbling on his own slice of toast. “You’re awfully coherent for someone who complained that their head hurt too much only a few minutes ago.”

“Must be the miracle effects of your medicinal tea,” Jeonghan said, grinning, and then wiped the crumbs off the corners of his mouth. And then he tilted his head. “Joshuji. You’re not answering my question, though, are you?”

Joshua’s eyes flicked up to Jeonghan’s, before looking down at his own plate. He was doing that thing again: that thing where he tried to guess what Jeonghan wanted him to say, tried to hide what he really wanted to respond with, tried to be all mysterious and unknown and not telling Jeonghan everything.

But unfortunately for Joshua, Jeonghan was all too familiar with his tricks, and was having none of it.

“You can just tell me straight-on, you know,” Jeonghan said when Joshua was half a beat too late in giving him an answer. “I dunno why you’re trying to hide. You know it never works.” He waved a forkful of sausages at the other man. “Plus, it’s only Seokmin. It’s not like I’m asking you if you made a blood pact with the Devil last night, am I?”

Joshua pursed his lips, a small crease forming in his brow before he shook his head. “Fine. Seokmin was with me in the garden the whole night. He wanted to look at the moon.”

Jeonghan hummed in understanding. “Ah, of course.” He looked down at his plate, stabbing his scrambled eggs and scrambling them even more. Then he looked back up at his best friend, and he knew his eyes were gleaming. “And you stayed with him the whole night.”

There was a beat. Joshua narrowed his eyes, and Jeonghan just beamed. It was just the two of them in their house, so Jeonghan could tease him as much as he wanted. Joshua couldn’t exactly hide.

“Seokmin and Seungkwan are coming over today,” Joshua said, changing the subject so swiftly that Jeonghan blinked before shaking his head.

“What? Seriously? We only saw them last night. Do we have to see them again?”

“Seokmin said that Seungkwan wants… garden space? To practise his lines,” Joshua explained, and tapped Jeonghan’s plate with a finger. “Also, eat. Stop shredding your eggs.”

Jeonghan scrunched his nose, before shovelling some food into his mouth. “Fine.” 

He didn’t say anything else, and Joshua didn’t make an attempt at getting him to talk, probably relieved that he was no longer being faux-interrogated about whatever he’d been doing last night.

Honestly, though, Jeonghan mused as he stole a sausage from Joshua’s plate, he didn’t know why Joshua was even trying to hide. Jeonghan knew everything already.

“How did you find out?” he asked, and Joshua stopped pouting over his sausage to tilt his head. 

“What do you mean?”

“That they’re coming today,” Jeonghan elaborated. He innocently chewed Joshua’s sausage, eyes wide. “Did Seokmin text you?” He smiled, brightly. “Did he finally remember that he has your number?”

Joshua smiled, then, lips stretched and eyes crinkled, and Jeonghan toned down his own smile a little. 

Ah. That made him upset. 

"I doubt Seokmin even remembers the first time we met," Joshua said sweetly, standing up from the table. "Now hurry up. They'll be here soon."

Jeonghan slowed down his chewing, watching as Joshua deposited his dishes in the sink with a loud clatter, before turning on the water and promptly beginning to wash them. 

"Shuji," he tried to say over the sound of running water. "Hey, Joshuji. Joshua."

Joshua just continued to ignore him, and Jeonghan sighed, finishing his eggs in one last big bite and standing up to walk over to his sulking housemate. 

"Shua-ya," he said, nudging his shoulder against Joshua's. "Hey, I'm sorry. Don't sulk."

"I'm not sulking," Joshua said quietly. "I'm just… sad."

Jeonghan watched his side profile for a long moment, before nudging him with his shoulder again, making him move away from the sink. "Budge over. You're always terrible at washing the dishes."

"Hey—what?"

"For the record," Jeonghan said, as he turned the water temperature up, "I think it's a bit silly to get so upset over something like that. Just remind him again, you know? It's not like the memory's lost forever." He paused, looking up thoughtfully. "Although, knowing Seokmin, that's always a possibility."

Joshua's brow furrowed. "Huh?"

"Talk to him about it, idiot," Jeonghan said matter-of-factly. "And stop sulking. It's not a good look on your pretty face."

Joshua was about to protest when the doorbell rang, and there was the sound of someone banging against the door.

"Jeonghan hyung! Joshua hyung! Open up, it's us, Seungkwan and Seokmin!" Seungkwan yelled. 

The two housemates looked at each other for a long moment, before Jeonghan gestured to his soaked hands, indicating that Joshua should open the door. 

"You better greet our guests, Joshuji. After all, you're the one who invited them." Jeonghan grinned.

Joshua sighed, running a hand through his hair before making his way out of the kitchen. "You still sound far too awake for someone who allegedly woke up with a skull-splitting headache."

Jeonghan laughed. "It's part of my charm."

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Seungkwan was properly knocked out, head lolling against the back of the sofa while Seokmin repeatedly nudged him with his foot, trying to see if he’d wake up.

“I can’t believe you guys ended up staying for the whole day,” Jeonghan said as he stepped into the living room, shaking his head. “How long did you promise you’d stay, huh? Three hours, at most, was it?”

He leaned over to take the script from Seungkwan’s hands, setting it on the coffee table while Seokmin dragged out a blanket and draped it over the sleeping man. “Okay, in my defence, I didn’t think that blocking scenes would take that long,” Seokmin said. “You were the one who said we could stay as long as we wanted, anyway.”

Jeonghan laughed a little. “That’s true.” 

It had been late morning when Seokmin and Seungkwan had first arrived, with a cheery round of ‘hello’s at the two housemates, before zooming through their house and through the bifold doors into the garden.

Seungkwan was running through his lines, going through scene blockings at the same time and he’d said he’d needed some space out in the open for it. So Seokmin, his lovely friend who had offered (been dragged into) running through his lines with him, had asked Joshua if they could use their garden, and the elder had said yes.

Now, it was nine in the evening, and they still hadn’t left.

“He’s fully asleep,” Seokmin sighed, poking Seungkwan lightly on the arm. “I don’t think we can get him to wake up any time soon.” He doubted that little would be able to wake the younger at all, save for Seokmin grabbing his shoulders and screaming in his ear.

He was just about to try that, thinking that they really ought to get going if they wanted to get back home at a decent time when Joshua peered into the living room, making eye contact with Seokmin.

“Oh,” he said, smiling a little. “You guys are still here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Seokmin said, unable to stop his own lips from lifting up into a smile before gesturing to Seungkwan. “Kwan’s asleep. I don’t know if we’ll be able to leave soon.” 

Joshua hummed thoughtfully. “You know you can stay the night, if you want.”

“Wait, really?” Seokmin looked up at him, eyes wide.

The elder didn’t even hesitate, smiling. “Of course. You’ve already been here for the entire day, anyway. Having you stay the night is no big deal.”

“Really?” Seokmin’s eyes lit up. “Aw, thanks, hyung. I’d hate it if we were being a bother to you.”

“It’s no bother at all,” Joshua said, waving a hand. “You’re always welcome to stay, Seokmin.”

Jeonghan watched the two of them, head tilted, watching the way they both smiled at each other before immediately looking away, as if too shy to hold each other’s gaze for long. He crossed his arms. If things kept going at this rate, there was a chance that Jeonghan might have to meddle. He had too little patience for this whole dancing act.

“Anyways,” he interrupted, clasping his hands together. “In which case, Seungkwan can sleep on the sofa, and then Joshuji, you can get out the blow-up mattress for Seokmin.”

Joshua blinked, looking away from Seokmin to tilt his head. “Han, that’s in your room, though.”

“Yeah, but I’m too weak,” Jeonghan said, shrugging. “Come on, Seokmin. Let’s go find you some clothes. Oh, and remember to text Soonyoung that you’re staying here, ‘cause I don’t want him coming banging on our door in a panic again. I’m tired.”

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The first thing Seokmin realised when he stepped through the doors was that it was rather cold.

The night air nipped at his nose as he walked out into the garden, and he scrunched his eyes, lips pursing for a moment before he took a deep breath, and relaxed his shoulders. It was cold, but he could get used to it. Maybe he’d get so cold that he’d pass out and eventually manage to fall asleep.

Seokmin slowly lowered himself down onto the stone patio just outside the bifold, looking out onto the darkened garden. He shivered a little.

Okay. Maybe it was quite cold.

Jeonghan would probably scold Seokmin severely if he was caught, but luckily, the elder was fast asleep.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” a voice said in Seokmin’s ear, and he looked up as someone draped a heavy coat over his shoulders, and Joshua sat down next to him.

“Shua hyung?” Seokmin said in surprise. This was a nice coat. A rich cashmere that looked grey in the darkness, but was probably more of a dark burgundy. It looked kind of familiar. “What are you doing here? Wait, is that a guitar?”

Joshua smiled, holding up the guitar. “Yeah. I was going to play something out here.” He was wearing a coat, too. Not his normal one, though: this one was white. A puffer jacket. “What are you doing, Seokmin?

Seokmin blinked, looking down at the coat over his shoulders, finally realising why it looked familiar. This was Joshua’s. His regular one.

“Seokmin-ah?” Joshua gently nudged him with his shoulder, and even through the layers that both of them were wearing, Seokmin was sure that he could feel the warmth of Joshua’s touch against his skin. It was a golden sort of warmth, one that made Seokmin melt, almost without meaning to, into him.

That was how he found himself tipping over, leaning to the side, resting his head against Joshua’s shoulder.

“It’s too quiet inside,” Seokmin said softly. Joshua was warm. “It’s suffocating.”

Joshua didn’t say anything for a long moment. He breathed in, slowly, and Seokmin moved with the rise and fall of his shoulders. “It’s quiet out here, too.”

Seokmin shook his head. “It’s not the same kind of quiet.” He looked up at Joshua, still not taking his head off of his shoulder. It was incredibly comfortable, leaning into the elder, and Seokmin wasn’t sure that he’d ever want to leave this spot on Joshua’s shoulder. “Maybe it’s because you’re here. It’s always nicer to sit outside with you, hyung.”

Again, Joshua paused, and part of Seokmin wanted to sit up properly so he could look at him and see what he was hesitating about. But then Joshua hummed, a soft vibration that had Seokmin melting impossibly further into him.

“I guess I should sit outside with you more often, then.”

“That would be nice,” Seokmin murmured. And then, with some regret, he lifted his head off of Joshua’s shoulder. “I guess I should go back in, though. Have fun playing.”

He was about to stand up before Joshua reached out a hand to stay his knee. His eyes were big, and even in the darkness of the night, they looked like they were glowing, warm gold, like his irises were a source of light themselves.

“You can stay, if you want,” Joshua said softly. And then he smiled. “You did say you wanted me to play for you.”

Seokmin blinked, before beaming, positively lighting up with excitement. “Wait, really? Can I stay?” But he was already settling down on the patio again, pulling Joshua’s coat tighter around him, leaning forward in anticipation. “What’re you gonna play, hyung?”

Joshua looked at Seokmin before breathing a soft laugh, looking down at the guitar in his lap. “I’m not sure. Whatever comes to mind, I guess.”

He picked out a few notes, letting them ring in the silence of the night. He was simply playing whatever notes his fingers found, wandering through the paths that appeared as he tried to find the right song, but Seokmin still found it so fascinating. Joshua was delicate with his guitar, almost reverent, looking down at it and letting the notes ring in the air as silver, crystalline droplets, and Seokmin thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

And then Joshua found a song, smiling a little in recognition at what his own fingers were doing, and Seokmin quickly changed his mind.

This was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

It was a soft melody, almost lullaby-like in its gentleness, spilling caramel-coloured warmth into the air and grasping onto Seokmin’s fingers carefully, lovingly leaving something so gentle in its wake.

Joshua continued to play through the rest of the song, and it seemed like he was content with just letting the guitar melody drift through the still night with no lyrics. Seokmin was fine with that: there was something so mesmerising about the way Joshua played the guitar, and he was very much okay with simply sitting there and letting the wordless music flow over him.

But then, as the song seemed to near its end, Joshua opened his mouth and began to sing.

If you’re having a hard time, you can come hug me

Because I’m just the same

No matter how much you hide, you know it’s something you can’t cover

So that we can both smile

Don’t be sorry, don’t worry, don’t be afraid

Don’t cry anymore

To me, there’s no one more precious than you

I want to tell you, you who probably had a tough day

That I’m here

That you did well

That I love you

That I’ll come and hug you tight.

The ending notes echoed out into the cold darkness of the night, warm and twinkling and precious, before Joshua’s hands stilled against the strings and he smiled, bashful, looking up from his guitar and at Seokmin.

Seokmin’s hands were gripping the edges of Joshua’s coat, knuckles white, his fingers numb both from the pressure and the cold, but he didn’t even register it, head spinning with how beautifully, devastatingly soft Joshua’s voice had been.

The lingering phrase of “don’t be sorry, don’t worry, don’t be afraid” continued to swirl around in his mind, and Joshua’s voice was such a rose petal pink, gentle and plush and satiny soft and Seokmin suddenly felt a little like crying, overwhelmed by the way Joshua’s rosy voice had sounded against the gilded gold of the guitar melody.

“Seokmin?” Joshua asked softly, and his eyes were melting into Seokmin’s as they looked at one another, vulnerable and open. “Are you okay?”

Seokmin swallowed, eyes fluttering rapidly as he tried to gather his thoughts. 

“Could you… could you play it again?” he whispered. He couldn’t bring himself to speak in a louder volume, afraid that it might shatter the perfect tranquillity that Joshua’s playing and Joshua’s voice had brought. “That was beautiful.”

Joshua’s eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, but then he was smiling, the upturned corners of his lips coloured silver with fondness. “Okay.”

And then he did, and it was just as beautiful as before, if not more. And Seokmin’s head was swimming again, his heart drowning in the most golden sounds as Joshua continued to sing, singing like every word rang true, like he was singing just for Seokmin, and Seokmin was… he was… he was…

“I’m going to sing with you, one day,” Seokmin said, once the final notes of the song echoed for the second time, and Joshua looked up at him. “I am. I really am.”

Joshua tilted his head. “You are?”

“Definitely,” Seokmin said earnestly, leaning forward as if to emphasise his point. “I mean, you played for me, hyung. I should sing for you too.”

Joshua just chuckled, a small exhale of air, looking down at his guitar before up at Seokmin again. “You don’t have to, Seokmin. Do it because you want to. Not as an exchange.”

“But I do want to,” he said, and unclenched his fingers from the lapels of the jacket to reach over for Joshua’s hands. His hands were cold, almost as cold as Seokmin’s frozen fingers, and yet he still unflinchingly enclosed Seokmin’s hands in his own. Safe. “I really, really want to.”

Seokmin’s heartbeat was overwhelmingly loud in his ears, drowning out all other thoughts, but he still had the state of mind to marvel at how undeniably pretty Joshua’s smile was, as the elder’s eyes softened, irises sparkling a gentle rainbow as his lips curled upwards, warm and wonderful.

After a moment, Seokmin shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the strange fuzziness in his mind, retracting his hands from Joshua’s to fumble through his pockets.

“In which case, hyung,” he said, finding his phone and fishing it out, unlocking it and holding it out to Joshua, “Here. You know, in all the years I’ve known you, I think it’s kinda crazy that I haven’t gotten your number yet.”

And then he smiled at Joshua, all sweet and earnest.

“So, Shua hyung, can I have your number?”

Joshua stared down at his phone, looking down at the glowing screen, and something almost regretful rippled across his gaze as he looked back up at Seokmin. In the new light that the phone screen provided, he could see that Joshua’s nose and cheeks were both dusted with pink, and his breath was a puff of cold air as he spoke again.

“Oh, but Seokmin, you already have my number. I gave it to you the first time we met.”

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[rustedhearts]

HELLO ROLLY!!!! I LOVE <3333333 YOUR FRAT STEVE BLURB!!!!!!! fictional frat boys are my weakness omggggg. this struck the exact tone i'm looking for in any college au, mainly that it reads like an early 2000s teen cw show!!! this was so excellent and really scratched that part of my brain!!! i could literally hear bowling for soup playing at the party, and could see the fried straight hair and smoky glitter eyeshadow the reader did to the party, as well as the hollister shirt she wore paired with a tasteful fur boot. also i loved tim's drawl i also love southern accents so this just hit every mark for me!!! is he from friday night lights?? if so i might tune in just for him omg!! i am giddy and excited with a stupid cheesy smile plastered on my face!!! the satisfaction of reader not letting steve fck her over again (at least not yet), is delightful. i can see the slow shot and close up of her face as she said that last line, and the we-re-breaking-up-because-i'm-tired-of-your-bullshit ballad playing as she slammed the phone shut. ugh. i love this so much omg i really, really do.

also, idk why, there's something in me that wants to be reader's older sister just so that i can recite dixie carter's "the night the lights went out in georgia" monologue from designing women at him, like at a party when he's maybe idk, trashing reader or like the classic scene where someone is like "wow u really like her" and he's like "her??? no way!!! i would NEVER like HER!!" and she unfortunately overhears. and then later i see him idk in the cafeteria or wherever his friends hang out and just really let him have it.

the link if ur interested, it seems like something you'd likewhich is why i mentioned it:

https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=Latj4SAu0Ps&ab_channel=ThrowBackTV

apologies for the length, especially since i'm not talking about anything specific about your writing, i just really loved it in general lol!!! very much catered to my personal tastes :D!!!

yes lol, in my mind it’s tim from friday night lights.

i’m glad the early 00s vibes are coming through! that’s exactly her outfit though lol, a lil brown ugg boot with bootcut jeans tucked in (low-rise obviously), and a layered long sleeve and lace tank. man i miss that era. you know she smelled like one of the pink perfumes (or the britney spears perfume)

i wanted to add more to this fic but honestly it just didn’t feel right. there might be a part 3 or some blurbs, though

[blackwolfstabs]

HIIII PARKERRRRRR

I just read your fic and I’m so AHHHHH about it. I keep yelling, I know; I recommend headphones 🎧

AnyWAYSSSS. I absolutely love how you’ve written Billy in those chapters. It’s so. Tasty.

And his silly little dynamic with Sam?? It’s so GOOOOD. I Love the idea of them having to work together in their wolf forms ahdksoxjej

ALSO??? THE LITTLE TEST HE DID??? GAH. Dropped dead. He absolutely would do that and of COURSE it would be tara that actually gets her to pass.

You’re writing is so nice and beautiful, I could just *noms*

Anyways- enough from me now- 💕💕

AAAHHHHH BILLYYYYYY

you just made my fucking morning TYSM!!! it's all good, already wear headphones 24/7 and I LOVE YELLING xD

ahaha tysm! this was my first time writing about Billy so I've been on the fence on how I write him, but I trust you with his character so it's good to know I'm doing him justice 🫡

reeeeeeeeee i'm so glad u like their wolf forms!!! i know some people are skeptical about shapeshifting, so it's nice to know that there are readers who appreciate it 😊

YESSS. I think that's the beauty of the dynamics between Sam and Billy and then Sam and Tara. Billy is the mastermind of the scream franchise to a degree, and with being his daughter, Sam tends to overthink everything or immediately jump to what her family might be subjected to, whereas Tara is able to rationalize what her sister can't

aww ty ty ty!! that's truly means the world to me. I hope u stay tuned for the rest of the story! you'll get more wolf-Billy and wolf-Sam right off the bat in chapter 4 :D

thanks again and much love ♡

[yostresswritinggirl]

Ik your request is off, but when your request is open can u write dating headcanons with Kazuha ? I like your works so much which is y i send u a request hehe

No rush please take care author-nim :'D

This is a long time coming, but I’m glad to know that you’re still a Kazuha simp even after all this time ahahha thank you for your kind words and I hope you like this!!

Kazuha Dating Headcanons

How it’s like “being with” the fugitive wandering samurai. (masterlist)

Beforehand

The whole dating thing is entirely dependent on when you met or known Kazuha. So for this one, we establish that you and Kazuha are friends even before he became a fugitive.

Your clan and the Kaedahara clan are known to be close, and that’s how you’ve known your childhood friend. You’re always together during the peace time of Inazuma, sometimes getting into trouble due to his wayfaring nature.

Your family tried desperately to help the Kaedahara clan with their financial issues but it wasn’t exactly enough to maintain such a large clan. Soon enough the samurai clan lost its power, and what remains of their abode became foreign as a more powerful clan reclaimed it.

But despite all of that, Kazuha’s happiness is your main priority and you’re relieved that despite the misfortune the young master felt more freer than ever. He leaves the sheltered life behind with the promise to visit you as frequent as he could.

And that he does, even when the vision hunt decree was enacted, even when it’s unsafe to be near the area where many eyes can identify him, Kazuha always kept his promises to visit and spend time with. And thankfully, with the history of your clans, your family are still ever so welcoming to his presence.

You even met his newfound friend (and his adorable cat!) during one of his visits, and Kazuha felt all the heaviness on his shoulders disappear when you two hit it off instantly! And after that visit he received a pat on the back and a thumbs up from his friend, telling him that he got his blessing.

This caused said friend to get smacked over the head by a flustered Anemo boy.

So when the news that he perished after issuing a duel before the throne came to you, the pain was just as bad as Kazuha’s anguish. That night you huddled together in the comforts of your room, weeping over your friend and the danger Kazuha now faces. Somehow all the peaceful times blurred into nothingness, the period of darker times and complications marked that day.

But you despite it all, Kazuha is still the honest man that he is, and he will fulfill his promises to the end: for you, for him, and for his slumbering friend.

Courting

Kazuha is a man of words and custom. Sometimes you think that his passion for poetry and wit were the things that made you fall for him, and he thought it was the best method to confess to someone as honorable as you.

So, yes, it was Kazuha who first confessed through a lengthy, poetic love letter that he left after sleeping over one night, something that he had planned many weeks ago yet kept to himself. Why would you want to be with someone who has nothing to his name? A person that you can’t spend time with freely, who prioritizes his selfish desire to be a vagabond than stay longer with you?

These thoughts stayed with him throughout the week that he avoided coming to your house and still lingered as he begrudgingly trudged up the hill to where your estate is, expecting the rejection at the sight of you waiting for him at the balcony of your room, his usual point of entry.

“YOU!” Kazuha was taken aback by the angry finger pointed at him, he was expecting something else, something sadder or guilty perhaps. Anger isn’t one of them - oh yeah, he did avoid you for a week, didn’t he? “You have the guts to drop this-” the sight of the letter in your hand made him physically recoil, “and then disappear for a week like nothing happened?! Come up here right now or I’m dropkicking your ass!”

Hurriedly, in main concern of your well-being, Kazuha used his elemental skill to jump up to the balcony - where he was met by a tight hug and you reciprocating his feelings. He hugs back in relief, before being smacked over the head for what he did.

Kazuha carries his hobby with him when you started dating, when you told him how nice it was and how you always feel flustered when it’s directed at you. Poetry, haikus, letters complimenting everything he loves about you when he knows it will take a while for him to come back. You have a special box filled with all his notes. And your favorite one:

My love is a butterfly Flies from hither to stay here forever In love and true perfection

On worse days when he’s there, at night he brings comfort by playing with his leaf, a skill of leaf-blowing he picked up from his travels and perfected for your sake. When there are times when you couldn’t sleep properly, he’s always there to pluck a leaf from the trees outside, playing a tune until you find the right comfort to rest. Usually in the company of his arms.

Kazuha absolutely loves cooking for you! When rare days comes that he is able to visit during daytime he likes to demonstrate his cooking skills, always assuring that he gets the freshest ingredients for you to eat. They’re barely a miss, like he knows your taste more than you. He takes a mental note of your favorites, your reactions and of course, your honest feedback.

The next time he comes over, he has enough to feed your family. Sometimes you feel your clan loves him more than you did.

When there are interesting things he’d encountered during his travels, he’s sure to tell you the best of them! These moments are like subtle nudges of him to convince you to join him on his adventures, enticing you with his stories to a life full of meaning and excitement out there.

More often than not at the end of his story sessions, despite knowing that it isn’t safe for you to go out (with or without him) he’ll always have this soft look in his eyes as he looks at you, smile so soft as he looks at you like a daydream, “I can’t wait to be with you out there.”

Kazuha loves it when he gets a reaction from you, whether it be your happiness or relief as he ascends to your home, genuine curiosity over his tales, the embarrassment when he makes a move, or even the worry when he comes back looking a little worse for wear.

Traveling with Kazuha

You’ve always lived a semi-sheltered life in Inazuma due to your protective clan, with your interaction mostly focused with the villagers of your area and the people in your estate. When the decree started, you barely go out now, your people feared that your Vision would be taken away if the Tenryou Commission were to see you.

It was also the main reason why despite Kazuha’s desire to show you a whole new world out there, he couldn’t ever prioritize his own feelings over your safety. It was also one of the main reasons he joined the Resistance: to make a better world for you so that he can be with you in a free world.

However, one day, a clan that’s in the favor of the Vision Hunt Decree snitched on you to the Tenryou Commission. And you were almost captured (as the only Vision holder in your clan) if not for Kazuha arriving at the last minute, fighting them off before escaping with you.

Your family was able to contact him before everything escalated, and decided that it was far more safer for you to be with him than stay at your clan. And so became your current life with Kazuha.

With a favor, Kazuha managed to get you to join the Crux Fleet. And it took a whole month before everyone (including Beidou) to find out about your relationship. This quiet boy? In a relationship with you?! Everyone calmly lost their shit, and there was a drinking party on board (for the rowdy adults).

It was warm, carefree and exciting. Despite your previous worries about the life you left behind, next to Kazuha in the middle of the ocean, somehow things ended up alright. Better even.

You jive with everyone quite well, especially with Beidou - the woman loves you to bits! Teasing you, pulling you around after finding out your backstory, as Kazuha awkwardly follows from behind in silence.

Whenever you’re around, Kazuha’s demure demeanor completely vanishes, from the mysterious kid that the crew didn’t know the name of for weeks turns into a rambunctious teen that’s only purpose is to make you crack a smile or laugh.

He is so down bad, everyone but you notices this, and soon he too became a huge target for teasing.

You’ve realized too that Kazuha smells a lot like the nature around him, sometimes the sea salt from the sea that you spend most of your days on, to the maple leaves of the forest near the docks of the cities you land in, or the musky, earthly scent of the mountains that you both trek.

Kazuha likes to be by your side every second of the day, as long as possible. And oh does he love teaching you things about the outside world, like how to tell the weather, the constellations in the sky, the inner workings of the ship.

He’s like a lovesick puppy trailing behind you. Sometimes he had to be physically removed away from you to help out on the ship, and the unlucky crew member who drags him away during a particularly bad mood gets the worst glare in their life. If they try to tell it to the others, the crew won’t believe him.

Kazuha Kaedahara had always been fascinated by you, and now that you’re here with him, he wouldn’t pass up to spend every second together. Anywhere in the world, with him you’ll be safe.

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[gnatlistens]

shye's live gig @majulah block party: my experience!

this was such a great show!! exams are finally over so I can do a write-up 😋

setlist performed (30/7/22)

i’m fine, no

phonecase

i’ll be honest (w Dru Chen)

days to morning glory

how r u sleeping (feat. Charlie Lim)

hi, hello (unreleased)

notgonnalie

999

corduroy (encore)

this was my first ever live concert/show/gig! it was an amazing experience and the energy was SO HIGH. I sang (or shouted?) along, and based on the videos I recorded, I was a lot more in tune than I expected 🤨🤨. but I also ruined the recordings because all I could hear was my voice LMAO

kicking things off with i'm fine, no and phonecase! at the chorus of phonecase, the crowd sang along so loudly 🤩

up next were I'll be honest and days to morning glory. I'm surprised I knew the words to I'll be honest without actively searching up lyrics, and it was only released a day ago! I could sing along to dtmg although I haven't looked at the lyrics once, and I obviously misheard a few HAHSHA. after the concert, I looked up the the lyrics and they are really meaningful! I definitely like it more now :)

to my surprise, Charlie Lim sang how r u sleeping with shye!! he had to look at the lyrics so it might have been unexpected for him too LOL, but he KILLED IT! I'll be expecting an official recording now 😌

also I'm not surprised Charlie Lim likes this song, I saw that how r u sleeping was playing on indiego (the radio channel), and he's the music director HAHSHA. now that I mention it, I should start listening to indiego,, just that scrobbling to lastfm is going to be a problem 

shye performed an unreleased song next, titled hi, hello! she mentioned that it's going to be part of her next EP (or album, I forgot), and I can't wait

notgonnalie was so fun to hear live! the lyrics "feeling like I wanna cry, feeling like I wanna scream" fit the vibe exactly.

999 was supposed to be the ending track, but we all requested for corduroy as an encore :D

shye didn't prepare for it at all and played the track from spotify HAHSHA. I'm so glad she did and i got to hear it live! also someone gave her shades 🕶 they were so cute!! she signed them afterwards too

shye got a birthday cake from the organisers/her mum (I don't really know :p), so the last song we sang for her was happy birthday 🥰

after the event, she gave all the fans some of the cake and met us to take photos! she moved everyone away from the loudspeakers which was so thoughtful 💟 

overall this was an amazing event and I'm definitely going to her next gig! (if it's not during my exam period). it felt different to listen to her songs in such a hyped-up environment, usually they are quite soft and comforting. it's really cool that they can be enjoyed both ways

i'm glad that this smaller-scale gig was my first, I know what to prepare next time! I'll definitely give shye something 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

All in a Day’s Work!

A gift for my very talented and very cute friend, Kana (aka @shimmeryspark​)! ;u;

To clarify, the “Shrimp” mentioned in this piece is not MC/Yuu! “Shrimp” is Kana’s Octavinelle student OC! (I recommend checking out the character sheet after reading, since the artwork gives away the twist ending!)

Imagine this...

The evening cast its somber net over Night Raven College, throwing its buildings into darkness. What few lights remained glowed faintly amidst the creeping shadows—like lost souls in the depths of the sea. A chilling breeze swept by, kicking up a torrent of leaves. 

Beckoning to him.

Octa A shivered, wrapping his jacket around himself even tighter, as he stepped out into the waiting night. With each step that he took, the trash bag at his side seemed to grow heavier and heavier. The shadows themselves seemed to cling to it, adding the weight of lost souls past.

A pink blur surged ahead, humming a jaunty tune all the while. The spring to his step set his fluffy hair and double ahoge bouncing excitedly.

Octa A stared warily after his coworker. Despite carrying a broom in one hand and a trash bag in the other, the pink-haired boy’s mobility was not deterred.

“C’mon, Kon-kun!!” Shrimp chirped over his shoulder. “The trash won’t take itself out, you know!”

“R-Right…”

Octa A picked up his pace to meet Shrimp’s. Their footsteps, and their bags, rose and fell in tandem.

Night came down upon the pair, smothering them. The howl of a distant wind grazed their ears—that, and the frantic flaps of an owl, plunging into the moonlight.

“I-I, um… I’m glad I have trash duty with you today,” Octa A piped up, his small voice filling in the quiet. “I-It’s scary to do my chores with Jade-senpai or Floyd-senpai.”

“Oh, they’re not so bad, silly!” Shrimp giggled, casually twirling the handle of his broom. “Jade lets me hang out in his terrariums, and Floyd shares his candies with me.”

“Well… th-that is nice of them, but… I’d hate to bump into them in the middle of the night.” The thought of their haunting golden eyes peering out from a curtain of jet black… it sent Octa A’s weak stomach into a series of somersaults. 

“Ahaha, really? I always feel safe with them around~” Shrimp’s smile was a beam of light in the dark. “Like earlier today! They helped us out with those mean customers.”

“D-Don’t remind me…” Octa A winced as the memory resurfaced.

When closing time had rolled around, a particularly rowdy group of customers refused to clear out. There had been shouting, cussing, threats made—Octa A on the verge of tears—until Shrimp had fetched the Leeches. Jade, with a composed smile, and Floyd, with an irritated expression.

“Gentlemen, let us discuss this dilemma outside. Perhaps my brother and I can assist you with finding a solution that is agreeable for both of our parties.”

The fools had followed the twins—and as soon as the door shut behind them, a cacophony of horrific sounds rang out. Glass smashing, bones snapping, guttural shouts and sobs. And above it all, Floyd’s wild laughter, with the occasional soft chuckle from Jade breaking through in brief moments of silence.

The twins had returned not long after without so much as a speck of blood on their beings.

But Octa A hadn’t seen those poor, unfortunate customers again since. And he didn’t dare to ask what had become of them.

The mob student vigorously shook his head. “P-People that ask too many questions of Jade-senpai and Floyd-senpai end up… disappearing. O-Or tricked into making a bad deal with the dorm leader. I-I… I don’t like tha—w-whoa!!”

Shrimp leapt in front of Octa A, causing him to skid to a halt. Their gazes locked, pink orbs against maroon ones.

“... You know what, Kon-kun?” Shrimp’s expression was unreadable, each word slow and meticulously placed.

Octa A stared back at his coworker—into the wide, sparkling galaxy of Shrimp’s eyes. All hope and starlight, painted in. a rosy hue.

And yet… the longer Octa A looked, the more and more that galaxy seemed to be swallowed up by the pupils. In the dim lighting, the black holes dilated, grew, expanded… and drowned out the stars.

A bead of sweat formed on Octa A’s crown. His throat, dry.

Then Shrimp brightened and belted out a laugh. “You worry waaay too much!”

“H-Huh?”

“All that stress isn’t good for your health!”

“A-Ah… You’re right about that. M-My doctor says I need to better manage my stress, since it gives me… stomach problems.” 

“Hey, hey—here’s an idea!” Shrimp leaned a bit closer, whispering into Octa A’s ear. “Head home early for the day, and get some rest! I can take care of your trash duties for you.”

“Wh-Whaaaat?!” Octa A immediately startled. “ I… I can’t!! Jade-senpai and Floyd-senpai would kill me!! Th-The dorm leader would cut my pay… I’ll have to live off of cup ramen for the rest of the semester!!”

“It’ll be our little s-e-c-r-e-t! I wouldn’t want my good ol’ buddy ol’ pal to burn out~”

“I… I don’t know...”

Octa A glanced down at his trash bag. Before he could open his mouth to protest once more, Shrimp yanked the garbage out of his hands.

“I got this!! Really! I’m tougher than I look!!”

“... Well… i-if you say so.” The mob student awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I-It’s really nice of you to help me out with this. D-Don’t stress yourself out too much either, Shrimp-san.”

“Hehe. I’ll do my best!!” He pat Octa A on the back and flashed a reassuring grin. “Go, go! Get some Zs!”

“O-Okay. Good night…”

“Good niiight!!”

Shrimp waved and waved at his coworker’s shrinking figure, until, at last, Octa A was long gone.

The pink-haired boy stood—waiting, listening, for creatures hidden in the night. For the beating of wings, a midnight hoot. For the scuttle of nocturnal beings, racing across the path. For incriminating footsteps in the dark.

When Shrimp was certain he was alone, he dug the handle of his broom into his trash bag, then Octa A’s. 

“Heeey~ Are you guys still conscious in there?

Weak groans and whimpers crawled out.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and shrimpy!!”

Shrimp tore open the bags in turn, revealing a few trembling students curled into fetal positions. Some bruised, others with bits of dried blood blossoming on their lower lips or from their nostrils. Upon spotting Shrimp in his Octavinelle uniform, the mob students yelped and retreated further into the bags—as though that would offer some sort of protection.

Hehe. How silly.

With deft hands, Shrimp unceremoniously dumped the injured students onto the cold pavement. They landed—on their backs, on their sides, on their faces—with harsh impacts. Their surroundings spun, the moon, the stars, and the sky pooling into a singular color.

Some parts darkness, some parts light.

“I sure hope you bad boys learned your lesson!” Shrimp warbled sunnily, wagging a finger at the disoriented mob students. “You’d better play nice next time, or else you’ll really be swimming with the fishies!”

His words were playful and as light as air, but something in his large eyes and smile seemed… off. The shadows framed his face, his eyes appearing beady and sinister from behind the evening veil. And the curve to his lips… crooked, distorting and warping his cheer.

“Wh-Who are you people…” One of the mobs—from Savanaclaw—managed to choke out. “W-What are you…?!”

“We’re Octavinelle! Founded on the compassion of the Sea Witch herself!!” Shrimp tapped a finger against his chin and giggled. “And me? I’m just the busboy~ It’s my job to clean up after messes. Speaking of which…”

“Time to tidy up!”  Brandishing his beloved broom, Shrimp spun around on his heel and began feverently sweeping up the path.

“Gosh, you folks make so much trouble for me…!! I had to clean up the crime scene and now this drop off spot, too,” Shrimp sighed, though the lilt remained in his voice. “Busy, busy…”

The Savanaclaw mob gritted his teeth. Though his body ached and screeched in pain with every slight movement, the anger boiling in his blood propelled him to move. He stumbled onto shaky legs, glaring intensely at Shrimp’s back.

“You… bastard..!!”

He lunged, claws out, for his prey.

“Hup!!” 

Shrimp whipped around, reacting just in time. He rammed the handle of his broom right into the mob’s chest—-and the wind sailed right out of him.

The Savanaclaw student went flying, landing atop another fallen ruffian. They collectively groaned, pain reverberating through their bodies.

Shrimp leaned his broom in the crook of his arm and clapped his hands together—once, twice—dusting off the scum that he had just dealt with.

“Grimey guys like you need to wash up before they try to pull any funny business!” he warned, smacking the mob student on the head with the broom’s bristles.

“D-Damn it…”

His curse went unheard, for Shrimp had set to taping his lips together and humming a tune.

“Hmm hmm hm~”

The Octavinelle student turned away and set back to dusting off the ground. A sweep here, a brush there… Shrimp worked his way down the path, his small figure retreating into the night.

The last thing the Savanaclaw mob heard before he blacked out...

“All in a day’s work!”

[pseudofaux]

last tipseus I asked for Ikerev dirty talk and you said you weren’t quite drunk enough to write for Sirius, so. how drunk are u now? (👀 5⭐️?)

LORD, ummmmmm. I will probably never be drunk enough, but you know what? OKAY!

here we go

(Nonny/ie I cannot tell you how much I admire your verve, the tune of your horn, your pluck. I really struggled with this because tbh I want Sirius to dirty talk me! And I’m hitting a mental wall and I think not ready to put out the specifics of that by revealing too much here. But I hope you’ll enjoy this for what it is.)

Praaaaaaaise. Instructions that are (or are followed by) teases. Wants to ruffle her feathers and be the one to smooth them. That’s ♠️Sirius Oswald♠️.

General style is to tease, tease, tease, but sweetly. He’s not trying to hurt her feelings, but a prickly little part of his brain is trying to keep her blushing (he will deny this in a Cradle Court of Law). He doesn’t use dirty dirty talk (momma raised him right), and would NEVER insult her body or call it anything harsher than “needy” which is, duh, exactly how he wants her anyway! But he does talk about what he’s seeing, and sometimes he gets a little appreciatively graphic, shall we say. When he’s complimenting her his volume dips because he feels a little shy about it. When they’re in it and he’s flushed and sweaty it becomes a little easier to be directly sweet, because he’s so turned on and he feels like he won’t get caught. Not sadly at all, his dick is so good he never gets caught. We cannot blame Alice, only live our surface lives wanting to be her.

(bury me here)

“Breathe,” he reminds her. “I’m flattered by your nerves, but I want you to be comfortable. And conscious.” When she giggles he smiles and laughs a little, too. Her eyes look at his mouth with open desire he doesn’t think she knows she’s showing.

“You want something like a kiss,” he tells her, slowly leaning close, “You have to show me how romanced you are, so I know you’re ready.”

He probably comes close to making her actually swoon a few times. Super amused by it. Not in a mean way, but... he won’t deny to himself that he loves the sweetness of her flusters, early on. He’s gratified by all her responses. When she manages to be the tiniest bit bold with him, maybe reaching for his hand under the table or pressing an innocent kiss to his face as he does paperwork?

“That’s good, little lady, that’s good.” He palms her hot cheek like the treasure it is and praises and teases her until she squeaks or squirms.

“A little forward for you, but I liked it very much.” If they’re in public he’ll ask if she’s trying to tell him she wants to go even farther. If they’re in private he’ll tell her that’s where this is going, thanks to her display. He’d be a terrible example for the rest of the army if he didn’t respond appropriately to a lady’s affection.

If she runs away, he’ll be laughing. If she stays he’ll reach for the knot of his tie and tell her to go lock the door for a few minutes.

Sirius thinks the long flirtation before consummating a relationship (and most especially the long flirtation between entering and consummating a relationship) is one of life’s greatest pleasures, and the person who gets to see how smug he is about that... is the other person in the relationship. His brain is all about speculating what could come next and how to deal with it, that’s why he’s good at his job. He likes every stage they share and revels in wherever they are currently, but he can’t help but put her mind on future possibilities or sequences whenever he sees them. It’s not a form of pressuring her, it’s a form of pleasuring them both. A fantasy he shares aloud. By teasing her with it. 

“You’re so stiff I could use you as a level,” he murmurs at her neck. He’s got her on one of the bay window seats in a quiet room of headquarters. He helped her pick up the room so he could have time to do this with her. “What can we do to relax you back into being a lady, hmm?” He dances his fingertips from the tops of her shoulders to her back, brushes of touch so light they make her skin itch for real contact. Bingo.

“Shoulder rub, maybe?” he offers.

His hands go lower, to the tall waist of her skirt. “Or a back rub?”

His hands keep moving. She’s not quite brave enough yet to stay put and see what happens. He pulls her back on the seat with him and hugs her, really rubbing her shoulders and doing it and doing it and doing it well.

“Don’t run away, please,” he says. “I can tell you’re getting shy. Do you want to stay like this instead?” Her nod against his chest makes his heart feel like it’s blooming.

“You need to use your words, then, sweetheart,” he reminds her, and he keeps rubbing her shoulders as she gets through that gauntlet.

“You’re making this so difficult, silly,” he tells her at one point. But difficulty is his. 

When they’re at the point where they are touching each other more, he’s talking more, too. She’s wiser and a bit more comfortable dishing a little heat back at him-- not the kind of heat he serves her, but her own little objections, ways to call him on what he’s doing. He loves it. Their flirting makes him feel so free and happy and in love with her.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this,” he confesses, watching her hands undo each button of her blouse. The bench at the end of his bed has never been the site of so much happiness (and of course that has him thinking about how eventually they’ll make each other happy on it. all in good time). It’s a comfortable spot to watch her progress. “You’re doing so well,” he tells her, because she is. But his voice must distract her, because her fingers slip over a pearl half-sphere and he stands up to help her.

He lets his gloved hands-- her request! brave girl-- wait in front of the swell of her chest. Her eyes are wide and pleading when they look at one another, but he only lifts a brow.

“H-help me?” she says. He kisses her forehead and helps with the buttons, surer and more careful work than taking the sides and tearing it open.

“Always so polite,” he tells her, and puts the tinest bit of teeth against her ear when he is done. As expected, her arms fly around his back. He can’t see anything she’s revealed by opening her shirt this way, but her embrace is its own reward.

“Careful manhandling me,” he whispers. “You’ll give me ideas.”

“You already have quite a few ideas, I think!” she hisses back. It makes him laugh much louder, more happy than seductive.

“You have no idea,” he tells her as he gently pushes her chin up from where it’s tucked so tightly against his chest. “Don’t hide from me and I’ll share a few of them with you.”

At first he only kisses her closed eyelids as he touches her and listens to every hitch of her breath. Then she gets too loud, and that’s when he pulls her down onto the blue velvet, uses his body to cover her dainty chemise with its lace edging and its hopeless fight against the points of her nipples, and he kisses her silly.

Eventually, of course, there’s more. Her own bed, in her own cheerful room. It smells like her in this space. Especially against all her pillows, where she’s sitting, beautifully bare, in his lap with her back to him. He likes his own bed but has to admit hers is perfect for this, soft and a little farther away from the others than his own room. She seems to feel more secure here, which is so cute he has to tease her about it by going a little more into explicit territory. They don’t get this time often, he wants to use it well.

“Eyes here, watch.” His arm is around her, the base of his palm snug against her mons , and his fingers spread her lips w i d e opening her to the air. He loves it when she sags against him that little bit more, helpless and whimpering, needing him “Ah ah,” he scolds. “Eyes, little lady. Tell me what you see, hmm?”

She sputters and he has to clench his jaw not to laugh. He’s glad she can’t see him. She’s been getting more decisive about how she will let him arrange them, so he likes to think she knew what she was getting into.

“Is there not enough to see?” he prompts. His middle finger curls to stroke her little button, and she starts making those soft puffs of breath he likes. “Ah ah,” he reminds her. “You’re still not looking. We’ll be here all night at this rate.”

“Oh no,” she huffs dramatically. “I’m sure that wasn’t your plan at all.” He laughs again and rubs the spiral she likes.

“Tell me,” he repeats, firmly now. “Or you know I’ll stop. And who knows what else I’ll do. You are very naked, you know.”

She does know, so she tries. He keeps making her describe how things look and feel until he swears he can feel the heat coming off her face from his place behind her. Her nipples have been pinched and stroked, her sweet sex has been cupped and patted and fingered in combinations that dizzy even him, and he’s the one who’s done it all.

“Good girl,” he says quietly, safe behind her and all her pillows and the headboard safe behind him. “You did well.”

She hums a questioning noise, a little too blissed out to have caught what he said in so hushed a voice.   

Instead of repeating himself, he says “I love you.” Her arms slide around his, wrapped around her tummy. She’s not far from nodding off, he knows what she’s like.

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Hey I want to ask for Levi with a fem s/o were she tries to cook for him but while doing it makes a complet mess out of the kitchen.. s/o cant cook but wanted to try for Levi :( scenario if you have time please 🌼

I'm so excited to post this, originally I would have taken another path but these past few weeks I've been thinking about this story a lot and I wanted to write an interesting take on fluff. Hope you enjoy❤️

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Warnings: beware! F L U F F, I wouldn't say this features mentions of PTSD, but anyways it could touch a similar topic

Tags: Hurt/ Comfort, all the fluff.

The nightmare before our fifth anniversary

The devastating sight of a kitchen covered in oil, flour and unevenly chopped vegetables would be enough to make every clean freak in the world, inside or outside of the walls scream in agony but it only sent concerned shivers down to Levi's spine.

He could only feel his poor heart sink as his eyes paced around the room in a panicked state. The unpleasant smell of smoke that came from the fireplace only sent hot rushes of blood to his newly throbbing head.

In a haze, he tried to puzzle the pieces together, to figure out what had actually happened. With a quick check around the small space he was assured that all windows were indeed in perfect condition, not a single crack or scratch adorning them. In addition had been locked when he entered, a fact he was amusingly certain of.

Had this been an attack, surely the attacker must have had entered the cabin someway. The lack of blood and physical struggle around the room though, slowly put his mind at ease as he took a step at a time, heading to your shared bedroom.

Glancing around he found traces of tiny vegetable pieces, some flour -or so it seemed- and water. In many places they were mixed together, creating the weirdest mass of sticky residue; such filth was an unusual decoration to his house yet his cleaning obsession instincts refused to mingle with his thoughts just yet.

"(y/n)?" With the calling of your name he heard a saddened tune. He knew, he definitely shouldn't have felt so relieved to the sound, still your situation was unbeknownst to him, but it was a sign that you were certainly still able to make noises.

As his shaking hand reached to push the wooden door of your bedroom open, he tried to shake all horrible thoughts out of his head.

"You're home early."

His eyes widened at the sight of you, feet sprinting on their own to your direction; you sat with your back against the closet door, your hands scrunched in weak fists resting on your cheeks, just underneath your eyes, wiping rivers of tears. Worry splashed on his chest in ice cold swepts as he kneeled down beside you, taking your hand in his in the process.

It was in that moment that he noticed you were covered in flour and unevenly teeny pieces of chopped vegetables. The sight immediately put his otherwise puzzled mind at work and in a second it had clicked to him. Naturally, it all came to fit in the bigger picture, he was proved wrong on his unitial guess on this being a home invasion.

A failed attempt at cooking, that's what it was.

The way that you burried your face in the flat of your palms was as painful for him to witness as it was for you to endure. You were panicking, the sheer terror of his reaction to the mess of the house bullied the insides of your ribs by twisting and turning them, burning them to the point you had to leave pained whimpers escape you.

It was so hard for you to look him in the eye and admit what you had done. Yet, your own embarrassment wouldn't allow you to torture yourself more than what you had already.

"D-don't yell at me, Levi"

"Now, why would I?"

With an exaggerated movement, his hand came to mingle in the space under your jawline. Another sudden wave of hot salty tears threatened to spill out of the corners of your eyes as you melted under the feathery drag of his fingers across the nape of your neck.

His mellow touch was soothing and comforting; forgiving even. It made your whole body fall into serenity as you leaned your head into his palm. Your own hand came to palm under his, your chest letting out a pleased hum as your furrowed brows finally curved upwards in a relieved manner.

"There was a time I knew how to cook. Before all that." you spoke low, voice barely over a whisper as your throat threatened not to hold back the lamp of cries that had gathered at the depths of it. "All I wanted was for us to have a nice anniversary dinner Levi."

You couldn't bear to look him in the eye just yet; your heart hammered inside your chest, anxiously preventing you from ensuring another comforting antic of his to yourself despite your need for it.

You hated yourself for not being able to exceed this simple domestic mission.

"It's fine," he eagerly spoke, his tone mimicking yours "you didn't have to cook on your own. We could just go to a nice restaurant."

"No, Levi! I wanted to make you those duck stuffed eggplants that you like! Why am I so useless that I can't even cook? Seems like all I know is how to put on odm gear and kill Titans while I'm at it."

His other hand came underneath yours. After having finally trapped your hand in between his fists he dragged your mingled hands to your chest, resting them right on top of your heart. Your pulse tightened, your heart threatened to spill in gory manners from the gaps between your ribs, this action was all too familiar to you, all too traumatic for you to momentarily try to endure. It struck you, though, in between coarse breaths and a sudden realisation that plastered wide shock in your eyes that this wasn't a salute. His slow hands wouldn't let go of yours; through your chasted breathing he could feel your whimpering heartbeat, the feeling causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise.

When, at last, your eyes fell into his the silence in the room became overbearing, the familiar buzzing that emitted from such lack of sound was sending your thoughts into a haze as your chest started to pulse with an all familiar warmth.

Surely enough your head wanted to guilt trip you and maybe pester you for not being able to simply mix ingredients together, but your heart ever melting under Levi's affections was invested in its counterattack against your intoxicating brain. When he finally batted his eyes, a little too loudly at it, to prepare your ears to endure the sudden incoming words he was about to utter, you goggled at him desperately. As if you were asking for forgiveness your eyes watered again, a whole new wave of tears shaking you whole.

"Please allow me to drown those tears, we'll prepare a meal together alright? I will show you how." He whispered and crashed his body onto yours respectfully, his chin now sat at the space between your neck and your shoulder. It was a much necessary physical connection that you would never get enough. The warmth that spread from his whole body through every aspect of him that was in contact with you was enough to help you feel anew. Had you previously melted under his touch, now you felt like you were ready for be molded, your existence flickering between the consistencies of melted wax and gooey sand.

In addition to his soothing words, the achingly beautiful gesture that still sat on the left side of your chest burnt holes through your shirt and your skin. His eyes on you were gleaming as if he had ordered the outside world to come to an alt, everything in you screamed for his calloused hands to get a good grip of your heart while he was at it. It should serve him as a well deserved trophy in a solo collection, him the rightful owner of your heart could do as he pleased it so long you could feel him hold you like that.

"Could I take one hand out of our grasp to bring close to me properly?"

Your answer was inaudible, yet he manages to figure it was of positive nature due to the short nod of your head in the name of his neck. He prompted himself a few inches back, despairate not to break much contact with you and reluctantly unleashed his right hand from yours. Before you managed to protest of the prolonged departure of his body on yours though, his hand shot tenderly on your cheek, cupping the soft skin in an urging motion.

The kiss he planted on the apple of your cheek was followed by another on your eyelid, he tired to ignore the ticklish feeling caused by your lashes brushimg against his contact sensitive lips but it was to no avail, a smuh had made it to his mouth before he manages to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"I really love you Levi, I'm glad you're in my life, I say this type of things every single year but-"

Your words were cut short as soon as they had began to form, only as his lips slammed against yours. In a matter of seconds he was moving feverishly, gluttony defining his earth shattering kisses and not even for a second did you hold back in returning the actions with fiery passion.

"I don't speak of this often," out of breath, he pulled back "but I do love you, so very dearly."

Before he could process the endearing look in your eyes, you pulled him in for a kiss once again, lips trembling to meet up with your hearts expectations. If there was a way to show him how you loved him this was it, the soft mingling of each other as you bit and sucked and fought for his lips to never leave yours, pressing his head impossibly close to you.

You knew what your answer should be, a short telltale of the way he made you feel a few moments ago would serve your feelings justice before you could press your aching lips on his once again.

"You could do as you please with my heart and I'd thank you, please don't ever leave me!"

"I won't, I promise. I couldn't be able to push forward without the one who holds my own heart."

Tags: @sasageyowrites @levisbrat25 @alrightberries @nobody-knows-anymore @miss-consulting-timelord am I forgetting anyone?? Pls I'm not good with taglists

[catcze]

Bae... HES BACK AGAIN 😭

i just woke up and im convinced that it was just a dream BUT IM STILL SCARED OF IT (′⌒')

SOO when it was about 2 ish, my sister wanted to go to the kitchen and cook some midnight snacks and i was like, okay cool go ahead. I was still half asleep, so i continued on sleeping. bUT THEN, I FELT A HAND GO TO MY WAIST AND THEN A PECK ON MY NECK.

I LITERALLY FLINCHED AND HE SAID NOTHING AT ALL. I TURNED TO LOOK AT HIS FACE BUT IT WAS BLURRY FOR ME SO I COULDNT SEE MUCH. HE JUST SAID, "Did she leave yet?" I was so convinced that it was a hallucination, so I leaned back down on my futon and gave up. We stayed still for few minutes while he rubs circles on my belly. bUT THEN THE GUY STARTED TO KISS MY FINGERS ONE BY ONE and I was like, Bitch you raping my fingers?

I just shook him off and he just sighed and continued on rubbing circles on my stomach with his thumb while humming a soft tune (if im not wrong i think it was my favorite which was called, "Mary's theme") before my back became cold, which meant that he left. I couldn't hear the door open though

the next morning when I woke up, I asked my sister what she cooked last night and she said, "I didn't cook anything..?"

I want to hit my head and never sleep anymore. IM RELIEVED THAT IT WAS JUST A DREAM, BUT THESE DREAMS ARE GOING TO HAUNT ME FOR MONTHS TILL I FINALLY FORGET ABOUT THEM. This guy's voice is hot and all, BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE I FEEL LIKE THAT IS WHAT A YANDERE WOULD DO AND IT'S CREEPY 😭

My stomach feels much better tho :D

IM SORRY BABE FOR ANOTHER RANT </3

-🍩

Sye 🎐 ANON THANK YOU FOR EXPLAINING WHAT IT COULD BE BECAUSE I WAS SO SCARED AAA THANK YOU MY LOVE <333 -🍩

BABE NO DW DONT APOLOGIZE FOR RANTING </3

I'm glad you're still safe, even tho you had to experience it again :((

PLS at least it's confirmed that it's just a dream tho, so you're really not in any sort of physical danger–– tho pls stay safe regardless, like, mentally and emotionally too <33

I'm glad that Sye 🎐 was able to help u AAAA <3333

[mobiusxyearslater]

A/N: This takes place towards the beginning of Arc 1. Please enjoy!

~Mun @t-vict101

A/N: Please enjoy this tale containing original content from our AU. This is the first of many to come, so please be kind to the other mun who is working hard to produce this story as well as loads of other free content for this blog.

~Mun @spacepumpkinz

Part 1

The hotel room was quiet with only the master of chaos Shadow the Hedgehog laying in bed, still fast asleep from the events earlier. All that could be heard is the hedgehog’s soft purrs filling the air. It seemed like this was the only moment of peace he has had in a long time. The door creaks open for his temporary partner Ailani the Falcon, a hero from a different dimension, to peek inside of the room. She observes the area and spots Shadow still laying in bed fast asleep. Sighing out in relief, she made her way inside carrying a few bags filled with essentials such as water, food, and some much-needed coffee.

“Okay. He’s asleep. Everything is fine. Now just to wait…” the bird says to herself as she brushes away the feathers falling to her face. 

She rummages through the bags, taking out an apple before seating herself in the armchair near the bed Shadow laid asleep. Taking out a switchblade, Ailani began slicing the apple in her hand and popped a piece into her mouth. Her thoughts lingered around her as she sat in the quiet room. After seeing Shadow’s agony, her heart twisted a bit with guilt. Maybe if she was more careful or actually calmed down it wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if she hadn’t made him push himself to catch her the pain would weigh less. Her thoughts just drowned her further and further into guilt, but she took a deep breath and pushed them into the back of her mind.  

She tilts her head up to the ceiling and tightens the grip on her half-eaten apple, “...I meant what I said and I said what I meant… I’ll fix this... “ She spoke, slowly closing her eyes, “...Whatever it takes…”

With another huff of breath, Ailani sets the apple down and reaches into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Out of all things that did get affected by the transport, she’s glad her tunes are still intact. Scrolling through her playlist, a smile stretches across her face as she presses play and slips on her headphones. The song soon has her lost in the beat as her eyes travel to Shadow’s sleeping form. She tilts her head, studying him as he sleeps, then slowly starts to reach over to him. Without thinking about it she presses her finger against his cheek and lets out a giggle feeling the vibrations of his purrs.

“Heh. He seemed like a big grump but … he seems at peace now.” she giggles again at the sudden vibrations then brushes the feathers falling to her face. “...He even purrs in his sleep. How cute.”

Unbeknownst to Ailani, her soft poking caused Shadow to wake up. His eyes crack open as he feels soft poking at his cheek. His eyes shift over to Ailani still giggling and poking at his cheek softly. If he had more energy in his system he would grab her wrist but his limbs felt like they had anvils strapped to them. Still, the poking was starting to annoy him, even if he remained purring for some reason. 

Letting out a low growl he finally said, “...What the hell are you doing….?”

Ailani snaps out of her trance and springs backward into her seat retracting all hands away from him. “N-NOTHING! I-I was just uh... Uh… I-I… Uh.. was just making sure--”

Shadow held up a hand stopping her from talking as he started to sit up with a big groan, “....Where are we…?” he asks. 

Ailani perks up and puts a hand on his chest, laying him back down, “D-Don’t strain yourself.” She immediately pulls away once he gives her a look. “U-Um...well... We’re at a hotel. It turns out G.U.N. Agents are given a room for free for important occasions or something. I just showed them your I.D. and boom a nice room. Lucky right?”

“Huh…” Shadow huffs out, he slowly looks out in the distance in thought. While it’s not wrong that G.U.N. uses certain facilities needed for missions, it’s not without going through the necessary paperwork. It’s doubtful that any agent can flash their badge at the front desk and get a room like this with no questions asked. No one is that good. Not even Rouge is THAT good. Something about this doesn’t sit right with Shadow. He looks at Ailani wondering how she’s not registering all these red flags. Maybe it’s because she’s not from here but still. 

A dull pain presses against Shadow’s chest as he groans rubbing it, “...Shit… What happened to me..?”

Ailani hums a bit and reaches over massages through his chest fur, “I-I guess the energy inside of you needed to release somehow. Maybe that’s why your chest started to hurt and you blacked out… among….othersideeffects… HEY, YOU WANT SOME COFFEE?!” She zips over to the table containing the beverages shifting through them anxiously. 

Shadow quirks a brow watching her start to fuss over the coffee, “...Judging by these attacks, we don’t have the time to rest.” Shadow starts to shift sitting upward, “ We need to keep moving towards New Mobotropolis--”

“NO!” Ailani screams out as she zips back over to him, laying him back down, “Why don’t we take some time to rest! We need all the rest we can get, right? I mean like WHO travels in the dark?? Am I right??”

Shadow narrows his eyes at her watching her sweat and shake clearly intimidated. Something was up. He tilts his head and crosses his arms, “...What? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark or something..”

Ailani peeks around and nods happily pointing at him, “YES! YES, I AM!” She gives her forehead a small bap and tilts her head, “Helloo~~ Duh~~ Heh. C-Coffee??” She says sounding more and more nervous with each passing word.

She walks back over to the table fussing over the coffee. Shadow’s looks practically burned through the back of her head, she’s hiding something. He gives off a huff and starts to get up once again.

“That’s it. I don’t have time for this. We’re leaving!” He declares with a big huff.

“NO!” Ailani screams out in a panic tackling Shadow down onto the bed then pinning him down, “W-Why rush huh? We can just spend the night here for the time being!” She pleads, tugging at her collar.

Shadow narrows his eyes at her and growls, “...What the hell do you think you’re doing…? Get off of me!”

Ailani shakes her head, “N-No! I-I can’t!”

His eyes started narrowing more and more like he was burning holes into her forehead, “...Why the hell not…?”

Filled with panic and eyes darting about the room, Ailani blurts out, “B…. BECAUSE… UH… I-I LOOOVE YOU! MHM. THAT’S RIIIGHT I LOOOVE YOU!”

Shadow stares at her nervous demeanor for a moment before grabbing her face and pushing her off of him, “Would you shut up. You’re clearly trying to hide something. It’ll just be easier for you if you just tell me.”

Ailani slowly peeks up from the floor and fiddles with the blankets a bit looking down, “...P-Promise you won’t get mad?”

“That all depends if you keep dancing around the issue trying to avoid telling me.” he huffs out.

She picks at the blanket and peeks at him, “...Okay but… Y-You didn’t say you won’t get mad--”

“Ailani…” he growls out in a deep gruff.

Ailani flinches at his voice and sinks further behind the bed, “O-Okay… Remember those side effects that I told you about earlier?”

“What about it…?” Shadow says in an even angrier tone. 

She sinks even further behind the bed at his voice, “W-well… While you were passed out a side effect happened and… I-I had to stop here…”

Shadow slowly narrows his eyes at her as he growls out, “...What happened…?”

Giving off a nervous chuckle, she waves at him with a smile, “N-Now it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle! S-So no need to get too mad--”

Shadow slowly starts to lean down closer to her gritting his teeth, “...You’re still not telling me…”

Ailani gulps and starts backing away slowly crawling backward, “B...Because you’re gonna get really mad if I tell you…”

Shadow growls a bit showing off his fangs, “...I’m going to get angrier if you don’t get to the point.”

Ailani practically saw a dark aura shoot out of Shadow’s body. She hides away behind the armchair as she confesses, “ IACCIDENTALLYCRASHEDYOURMOTORCYCLEWHENEVERYTHINGHAPPENEDANDICOULDN’TSEEANDI’MSORRY!!”

Despite the speed of her speech, Shadow understood exactly what she just said. He felt his eye twitch as he rose from the bed, “ You did WHAT to my WHAT?!”

Ailani peeks out from behind the chair and waves at him, “N-Now just relax! I-I’ve got it under control--”

The chair she was cowering behind suddenly was pushed away and Shadow stood over her. He took her arm and yanked her to her feet pulling her closer, “What the hell is that supposed to--...” Something wasn’t right. Before he passed out this bird was able to cradle him in her arms like a toddler, she was a tall one. How come Shadow was now looking DOWN at her instead of up? He narrows his eyes, “...What. Did. You. DO?!”

Ailani winces in his grip and starts to shake, “ W-Well! I-I was being super careful with your bike and everything was going well until… “ She gestures to Shadow’s newly grown body, “...All THIS happened. You sorta blocked my view and I drove into a tree. B-But don’t worry! I-I found someone who can fix it by the morning! I-I’m really really sorry…”.

Shadow feels his anger slowly fade as Ailani explains what exactly happened. Someone with some sense would have used the brakes. He quietly observes her arm, quirking a brow at the soft bruises and small cuts. They were probably from the crash. At least she wasn’t lying THIS time. He huffs out a breath and lets go of her arm sitting back on the bed. 

“.....Why didn’t you just say that in the first place…?” he says, giving her a look.

Ailani felt her own emotions flare up at that moment once he said that so plainly as if nothing, “Well GEE… I have NO IDEA why I couldn’t say ANYTHING to a guy WHO CAN LITERALLY END ME IN 0.2 SECONDS! Not to mention I have absolutely NO IDEA WHAT IS HAPPENING!  I AM WALKING ON EGGSHELLS HERE! GIMME A BREAK!” she sees him staring at her causing her to immediately cower back, “Mister Shadow Sir… Officer…. Agen--”...

Shadow holds up a hand interrupting her speech, “Stop talking.” Thinking it over, maybe he was being a bit too harsh on her. To be fair, it’s not entirely her fault that all this is happening. Partially it is. However, they’re basically in the same position of uncertainty so it would be unfair to unload all his frustration onto her, “...I see your point…”

Ailani perks up a bit and fiddles with her fingers, “...Does… Does that mean you’re not mad anymore--”

“I’m still mad…” He says bluntly, “But given the circumstances, you did what you had to do. I can’t entirely blame you for that.”

Ailani rubs her arm, “...Well. I didn’t want to be a jerk and just leave it on the side of the road. I had to at least try to get it fixed.” She awkwardly points to the coffees at the table, “...Coffee?”

Shadow huffs and shakes his head, “...Jeez. Fine…. Whatever…” He says, crossing his arms.

Ailani nods and walks over to the table to get the coffee, “The repairman said they’ll have it done by tomorrow morning so we can head out then.” She walks over and holds out the coffee mug to him.

He gives her a look and slowly takes the coffee mug, “...Thanks… for at least getting my bike fixed.” 

Breathing out a small sigh of relief, Ailani smiles then gives him a small nod, “No trouble at all.”

Suddenly Shadow pokes his finger onto her forehead, “But, if we’re going to work as a team. We need to be on the same page. That means no more pathetic attempts to hide anything. Understood..?”

Ailani flinches at his small poke but nods at his words, “Understood. A-And a little less… of the yelling… and desire to kill me..?”...

Shadow pulls his hand away and gives her a look, “...I never intended to kill you in the first place.” He then held up a hand before she could argue, “But, I will give you more credit and respect…” He holds out his hand to her, “...Deal..?

Ailani looks at his hand and smiles, taking it and shaking it curtly, “Deal!”

“Good.” Shadow stands up from the bed and walks towards the balcony, “You take the bed and get some rest. You must be tired from carrying everything, including me, around everywhere..” 

“W-Wait,” She reaches out and grabs his wrist, “You should still take it easy! That remedy is supposed to have effects lasting hours!”

Shadow looks back at her hand then looks at her face filled with more determination than fear. He huffs and softly pulls away, “I’m the Ultimate Lifeform. I’m sure your remedies have a lesser effect on me. Now rest. I’m not going to do anything rash.”

Ailani pouts at his last comment and huffs as she lays back in the bed, “Fine... If you say so. Plus I’m sure you can still die, Ultimate whatever or not.”

Shadow just huffs at her comment and walks onto the balcony shutting the door behind him. Leaning on the rail he thinks about her words. The slight chance that he might die because of this. He looks at his palm and clenches it slowly. Shadow can feel the raw power racing through his veins but he should be able to handle it. He IS the Ultimate Lifeform. So then why does he feel so exhausted?

Soft music from the room snaps Shadow out of his trance and he peeks back to see Ailani relaxing on the bed enjoying her snacks and bobbing to the music. He shakes his head and looks forward, his eyes slowly venturing over to a mini camera hiding in a hanging potted plant. No time to think about it now, he thought as he narrowed his eyes. He had other things to worry about.

[discotreque]

LwD 1.10, “No Small Parts”

Well, that was the most fun I've had watching Star Trek in literally a quarter of a century.

I had high hopes for this series. I love TAS, largely because of its wacky outsized concepts that could only have worked in animation—not that they all did work, but the potential was so apparent to me, even as a kid reading the Alan Dean Foster novelizations—and as an adult, there's something about the imagination of Lower Decks's FX setpieces that transcends even the glorious CGI bonanzas of Discovery.

Pause for a confession. I've long pushed back against criticism of serialization in new Trek. That's just how TV is now, okay? Might as well complain about it being in widescreen. But I'm backing down a little, because I've realized there is something about Star Trek that's inextricable from at least a partially-episodic format. And while Picard was telling a different kind of story, I can't deny that my favourite episodes of Disco have been the ones with a mostly self-contained A-plot. After 10 delightfully episodic instalments of LwD, its focus on long-term development of characters instead of a season-spanning puzzle-plot (okay, mostly just Mariner, but we only have 10 × 22 minutes and she is the star) has been downright refreshing.

So here we are, at the end of the most consistent and well-executed Season 1 of a Star Trek series since, arguably, Those Old Scientists. And sure, if they'd had to produce another... yikes, 42 episodes? Then sure, they probably would have dropped a clunker or two—but they didn't, and winning on a technicality is still winning. I'm practically vibrating with excitement for Disco to come back next week, but damn, I'm going to miss this little show while it's on hiatus.

Spoilers below:

Something I've been keeping track of finally paid off this week! (Which never happens to me, lol.) The destruction of the USS Solvang marked the first present-day death(s) of any Starfleet officer on Lower Decks, the only other on-screen killing at all being a flashback in "Cupid's Errant Arrow". Which makes sense, being (a) a comedy, and (b) about typically "expendable" characters: it hasn't been afraid to flirt with a little darkness here and there, but killing people off at Star Trek's usual pace wouldn't just be wrong for the tone, it would be downright bizarre.

But... people die on Star Trek. That's one of the core themes of the show, really: space is full of knowledge and beauty, but also danger and terror, and believing that the former is worth the risk of the latter is (according to Trek) one of humanity's most noble traits. I'm the least bloodthirsty TV watcher I know, but the longer we went with a body count of nil—ships completely evacuated before they were destroyed, main characters hilariously maimed without permanent consequences, etc.—well, I didn't mind per se, but the absence of truly deadly stakes was definitely getting conspicuous.

Turns out they were saving it up for maximum impact. And holy fuck, I've never felt such a pit in my stomach watching a ship get destroyed that wasn't named Enterprise. It felt grim and brutal and somehow both much too quick and dreadfully inevitable—and yeah, it looked extremely fucking cool—and I'd like every other Star Trek property for the rest of time to take notes under a large bold heading labeled RESTRAINT.

Comedy doesn't need to do this, but my favourite comedy does, and in a way that few other art forms can even approach: lower my emotional defences by making me laugh, endear character(s) to me with goofy-but-relatable antics—then BAM, sucker-punch me in the motherfucking feels. M*A*S*H is probably the classic example on TV, Futurama was notorious for it, and even Archer has pulled it off a few times; it's also a staple of some of my favourite standup. I wasn't sure if Lower Decks was going to go there in Season 1—and wasn't sure if they'd earn it—but I knew if they did, that they'd nail it, and damn. Feels good to be right.

Last batch of notes for the season!!! I rambled enough already, so let's do it liveblog-style:

I fucking KNEW they were going to use "archive" visuals from TAS at some point, I KNEW IT :D

"THOSE OLD SCIENTISTS" ahahahahahahahahahahahaha

I like chill and confident Boimler a lot? You can really see—

oh bRADWARD NOOOOO

That opening shot of the Solvang tracking down to the red giant was extremely Discovery-esque... minus the motion sickness, that is

A lady captain AND a lady first officer? That's—oh hey, it's Captain Dayton's brand-new ship. Hahaha, that means they're totally fucked, right?.

Yep! They sure a—umm, wh—shit, okay, but—oh no—no, you can't—wait DON'T

...fuck

FUCK.

Narrator: "And then Amy needed a five-hour break."

[live-action Star Trek showrunner voice] "Gee, Mike! Why does CBS let you have two cold opens?"

Okay, yes, the bit with Rutherford cycling through all the different attitudes in his implant was transparently an excuse for Eugene Cardero to vamp while waiting for something to do in the story, but as far as I'm concerned they can contrive a reason for him to do a bunch of different silly Rutherfords in a row any time they damn well want, because that was classic!!!

EXOCOMP EXOCOMP EXOCOMP EXOCOMP

AND THE EXOCOMP IS PAINTED LIKE THE EXOCOMP IS WEARING A LITTLE EXOCOMP-SIZED STARFLEET UNIFORM

EXOCOMP!!!!!

The slow burn and now the payoff of the Mariner-is-Freeman's-secret-daughter plot has been executed so well. I'm beyond impressed with this writer's room, y'all—they are threading a hell of a needle here

"Wolf 359 was an inside job" would have been a spit-take if I'd had anything in my mouth

...how many memos do you think Starfleet Command has had to issue asking people to stop calling the USS Sacramento "the Sac"?

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THEY'VE DECORATED THE SHUTTLECRAFT SEQUOIA THOUGH

Is, uh, is it weird if I'm starting to ship Tendi and Peanut Hamper a little? It is weird, isn't it. I knew it was weird...

Coital barbs??? I take back everything I said about wanting to know more about Shaxs/T'Ana.

The "good officer" version of Mariner is... kind of hot, tbh! But Tawny Newsome has done such a great job of building this character all season that her voice getting uncharacteristically clipped and martial and "sir! yes, sir!" is also deeply, deeply weird

Ah, so this is literally exactly like when TNG (and DS9) would bring in, and then blow up, a never-before-seen Galaxy-class ship, just to underscore that we're facing a real threat this week, baby. And hey, it fucking worked—my heart was in my throat, omg, for the reveal of the—

PAKLEDS?????????

The fucking PAKLEDS have been gluing weapons to their ships for the last 15 years. GREAT.

(We interrupt the SHIP BEING SLICED INTO SCRAP for an interesting bit of world-building: on Earth, the traditional First Contact Day meal is salmon!)

"I need a dangerous, half-baked solution that breaks Starfleet codes and totally pisses me off! That's an order." I'm starting to think Captain Freeman might actually be overqualified for the Cerritos, y'all—she's REALLY awesome

OH SHIT IT'S BADGEY, this is a TERRIBLE IDEA

"How much contraband have you hidden on my ship?" "I don't know! A lot!"

Awwww, Boims!!!

AHAHAHAHAHAHA, FUCK THIS, PEANUT HAMPER OUT

BADGEY NOOOOO

AUGHHHHH WHAT THE CHRIST DID HE JUST—BUT—RUTHERFORD'S IMPLANT????

RUTHERFORD!!!!!!!!!!

SHAXS!!!!!!

F U C K ! ! ! ! !

ahaIOPugdfhagntpgjrq90e5mgu90qe5;oigoqgw4ouegrw5SP;IAEHURVa IT’S THE TITAN???????????

IT'S CAPTAIN WILLIAM T. RIKER ON THE MOTHERFUCKING TITAN??????????

i'm screaming I'M SCREAMINGGGGGG​TGGGTGQER;​LBHAOIBVNV;​OAPBIJNVagr;h;​oagruipuwtnaetbaetgq35ghqet

I'M SO GLAD THIS WASN'T SPOILED FOR ME WTF

I AM WEEPING LIKE A CHILD

...

(Just a brief 20-minute pause this time)

And oh wow, seeing Will and Deanna hits different after Picard too, in a few different ways, which I may even get into later now that my heartrate is back to normal, lmao

Oh, I am always here for some jokes at the expense of the Sovereign class. The Enterprise-E sucked. They should have built a new bigger model of the D and new Galaxy-class interiors for the TNG movies, and I will die on that hill

OKAY, FINE, YOU GOT ME, RUTHERFORD × TENDI WOULD BE ADORABLE AND THIS IS ACTUALLY A PRETTY GOOD SETUP FOR IT

Awwww, Shaxs though :( Congrats on the single most badass death in Star Trek history, dude. The Prophets would—well, the actual Prophets would probably be slightly confused about most of it, but Kira Nerys would be proud of you and I feel like that probably counts for more. RIP, Papa Bear

I am here all damn DAY for the Mariner–Riker parallels, ahahahahaha

Pausing it to record my prediction that Boimler's commitment to not caring about rank anymore is going to last 3... 2...

Yep.

Bradward, how DARE YOU.

"Those guys had a long road, getting from there to here." OH FOR THE LOVE OF—

What a brilliant way to resolve and renew the various character arcs and relationships moving into Season 2! The writers could easily have brought everything back to status quo—chaotic Mariner fighting with her mom and being a bad influence on Boimler, etc.—and done another 10 just like these, but I suspect that wouldn't have been ambitious enough for these writers. What a blast. I cannot wait for more.

Thanks for following along, friends! Stay tuned for my (similarly patchy and amateur) coverage of Discovery, starting next week!

[deaddovecoterie]

HSMTMTS Holiday Special Soundtrack Review

1. This Christmas by Sofia Wylie

SHE REALLY POPPED OFF WITH THIS!!!!!! i’m so glad they gave her a song with lots of spicy jazzy stuff which totally reflects both her and gina, and i love that. her vocals were amazing and even all the extra stuff in the background was so good. like a 9/10 for this one

2. The Perfect Gift by Joshua Bassett

SO !!!!! SOFT !!!!!! MAJFGNGIFNFJSJSJ I LOST MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THIS ONE😭 everything about this song just screams domestic rini and the lyrics are so perfect and fitting for their dynamic. he communicated how ricky feels so well and i could genuinely picture everything that he was signing. joshua bassett never misses and i stand by that. 9/10 only because we didn’t get like some backup vocals from liv or something 😳

3. Feliz Navidad by Frankie Rodriguez and Joe Serafini

FIRST OF ALL, THIS DUOOO PLSSSSS I LOVEEEE THEM SO MUCHHH JOE COMING THROUGH WITH THE VOCALS, HIS VOICE IS EVERYTHING I CANTTTTT. their voices are so pretty and they NEEEEEEED more solos or duet in season two or i will be throwing hands. joes voice is so powerful and just yesssss. that’s all i have to say. tbh the sirens in the first part just did not do it for me💀🤚🤚 so like a 7/10

4. Hanukkah Medley by Julia Lester

julia babe they did you so dirty with this 😭😭😭😭 julia’s vocals are INSANEEE THE TALENT THAT THIS WOMAN HASSSS but the song itself are just so bad i’m so sorry, this song was just not it. 2/10 for the song itself but 10/10 for julia’s vocals

5. Last Christmas by Matt Cornett

YES MATT CAME THROUGH WITH THOSE VOALS, IM SO GLAD THEY GAVE HIM SOMETHING IN HIS VOCAL RANGE!!! he truly does have a really nice voice and so i’m happy they gave him something that was just smooth and fit his voice. i genuinely really like it, like if definitely listen to it even if it wasn’t on the soundtrack so yeah, like a 8/10

6. White Christmas by Larry Saperstein

AMEJGJGKGIGKRGIGIRJDH I LOVE MY UNPROBLEMATIC RED HEADED KING, LARRY IS SO ELITE, he sounded SO GOOD, like it really fit his voice. AND THE TAPPING IN IT??? PLS THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME😭😭😭 anyway 10/10 i love this man

7. Little Saint Nick by Joshua Bassett and Matt Cornett

STOPPPP THIS DUO IS SO GOOD, I LOVE THIS ONE CAUSE ITS JUST SO SOFTTTT these boys together warm my heart, and joshs voice in this makes me smile so much skdmfigmgjd pls i’m gonna cry🥺🥺🥺 like a 9/10 cause it’s actually a bop

8. Believe by Dara Renee

i normally don’t like slow christmas songs BUT LIKE THEN IT RAMPED UP AND I WAS LIKE OH SHIT THIS IS INSANE SKDMGKYMGIFMSJFIGMHJS DARA FUCKING RENEE RUN ME OVER. i just- *dies* she’s so talented and her belting and vocal range and her voice????? LIKE THE RUNSSSSS AHHHHHHHH ALSO ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WHEN SHE SAID “childrenNNNN” WAS THAT TIKTOK TREND WHERE- never mind😳 anyway, i’m dead. i’m alive but i’m dead. 10/10

9. What Are You Doing New Years Eves? by Kate Reinders and Mark St. Cyr

meh, this one didn’t really do it for me to honest. i found they used way too much auto tune on marks voice (also kates but not as much i don’t think). i don’t really have any thoughts on this one, it didn’t really thrill me. but kate sounded great :D i’d say only a 4/10 to be honest

10. River by Olivia Rodrigo

OLIVIA PLEASEEEEEEE LET ME BREATHE U CRIED SO HARD LISTENING TO THIS, OLIVIAS VOICE IS SO ANGELIC I LITERALLY CANT GET ENOUGH IF IT😭😭😭😭😭 shes so fucking flawless, her voice is like honey. to be honest this kind of sounded a bit like drivers license??? i said i’m not a fan of slow songs but for livs vocals i’m gonna give this a 9/10 cause goddamn

11. Something in the Air by HSMTMTS Cast

no thoughts head empty😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WAS JAMMING OUT TO THIS ON REPEAT FOR 7 HOURS STRAIGHT DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT IT, ITS SUCH A PROBLEM IM SO OBSESSED, THE SONG IS SO HYPE AND THE CASTS VOCALS TOGETHER AND THE JOSH AND LIV DUET ON THE BRIDGE???? PLS I HAD A FUCKING HEART ATTACK DMGKHMMHKGMGIDSMGKIFIDJDUVFKGIFI AND JOES RUNS?? JULIAS RUNS??? DARAS RUNS??? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK BYEEE THIS ONES LIKE A 20395868/10

12. That’s Christmas to Me by Julia Lester, Joe Serafini, Frankie Rodriguez and Kate Reinders

also a meh. not a wower in my opinion. their harmonizations are great and so are the vocals, but the song itself just isn’t my fave. 5/10

13. Christmas by Dara Renee, Joshua Bassett and Matt Cornett

DARA REALLY SAID MAIN CHARACTER🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 her voice is just so powerful, smooth and ughhhhhh i can’t get enough of her. and may and josh with the back up vocals? yes pls😌😌 the saxophone and everything? ugh everything is just so good. 8/10

[caermis]

❝The 2rd Piece...❞

❖Midoriya I. X Togata M. X Black! Reader(BL) 

❖Characters:  ⇛Violinist! Midoriya I.  ⇛Pianist! Togata M. ❖ Word Count: 1324  ❖Warnings:  ⇛None ❖Prompt/Summary: A violin and piano, who knew you lived beside musical geniuses. ❖Notes:  ⇛Y/D = Your Drink  ⇛Not me sobbing  ⇛I know jack shit about music, but this idea was like a hard punch to the g-u-t

❖I couldn't remember the time, nor date it happened. I had just moving into an apartment complex, next door to a kind, gay couple. Both around my age and kind. Never pried, respectable, nor made me uncomfortable. So the situation I was in was perfect. Anyway, but I don't remember much about the day before the event took place, I sat in my window, waiting for the sun to peak over the apartment buildings, the windows slightly open. Just as the soft golden glow of the sun spread amongst the sky, the soft sound of a playing violin filled my ears. A melody that I hadn't heard before, but felt so nostalgic, I couldn't help but hum along.

❖Several days, the sun would rise and then the sound of the violin would begin, mixed in with the soft keys of the piano. The same melody, while I made-up words to go along. Like the melody was for me, so warm and lit and filled with an indescribable love.

❖How deep into the night it was, I don't remember, but the wooden floor felt cold beneath my feet as I walked throughout my house, fixing my hair cap, as I grabbed a mug for Y/D and walked towards my window seat. The quiet playing of a piano flowing through my window. Lulling me into a trace, far different from the playing of the violin. The sound was bolder and held a sense of joy and pride that made my hair stand on in.

❖“Y/N, I'm so glad you made it.” Walking into the cafe, I smiled and took a seat in front of the green-haired male, tucking a braid strand from my face. “I got caught up.” His eyebrows furrowed together. He stared at me in worry. “I'm not keeping you from something? We can reschedule.” He placed his hand lightly over mine, his thumb rubbing lightly against my wrist.

❖ “Not at all. I was getting my notes.”  Pulling my hand back, I reached into my bag and pulled out a notebook and passed it to him. “I know you've been sick. So here,” Taking my notes, he opened them and looked through them with wide eyes. “Oh. You didn't have to do this for me.” His green eyes stared at me in gratefulness.

❖“It would've been a pain to try to catch up.” Both ordering our drinks, we went over the notes and parts he didn't understand. Making small talk in between breaks. “Y/N, you should've come over for dinner. You've helped so much and the most I can do is cook you a good meal.” As I packed my things, I shook my head. 

❖“I don't wanna intrude on you and Mirio more than i have.”

❖“You aren’t. We love your company.”

❖“I will try to stop by today. Around 7 PM. Does that work?”

❖“Yes! I'll see you then!” Watching him disappear around the corner, I headed off to my next class.

❖Lightly knocking on my neighbor’s door, it quickly swung on to a bright eyed, wide smile Mirio Togata, dressed in black slacks and a white button-up shirt. “Y/N!” He enveloped me into a warm hug, smelling like a sunny day, I couldn't describe it. Smiling, I pulled away. “I'm glad you made it.” Stepping to the side, he allowed me to walk inside and slip off my shoes. 

❖“Thank you for having me.” Their apartment had an intense homey feel that made you forget it was an apartment. “You're always welcomed. We are neighbors.” Mirio chuckled, leading me deeper into the apartment. Modern style mixed in with a little country. The one thing that stood out was the large piano. Walking down the hallway, and taking a seat on the leather couch, Mirio stepped into the kitchen, grabbing two glass cups and a bottle of expensive wine. “How has school been for you?” 

❖“Um.. All over the place, but I'm managing. How is being a teacher going?” He left out a light sigh, passing me a cup as he drank his. Mirio was older than me by three or two years, having received his masters in History and becoming a history teacher. Now he teaches highschool students.

❖“They're a handful, but all talented students. You should stop by the class sometime. Izuku does a lot and helps. You could just stop by, say hell, give me a tender kiss on my cheek.” His smile widening as he joked. “Maybe.” Taking a small sip, my eyes going over to the piano.

❖“Do you by chance play?” I stood up, lifting the piano lib that covered the keys and pressing down on a few random ones, my other hand still holding my drink. Mirio stood up beside me, playing a short portion of a song with one hand. He looked down at me, while my eyes watched his skillful fingers move. “Are you interested?” Snapping out of my daze, I looked up at him. “Perhaps...” His blue eyes darting down to my lips before locking back with my eyes.

❖“Y/N.” Breaking out of my gaze, my fingers slid off the white keys, as I placed my glass on the coffee table walking over to Izuku. Enveloping in a quick hug, the smell of soft pine entering my nose. “I'm glad you made it.” Pulling away, he held my hands, rubbing soothing circles on the backs of them. 

❖“I was just showing Y/N the piano.” I glanced back at Mirio as he sat on the stool. “I had no idea she was interested in instruments. I would have played the violin for you sooner.” Pulling away from me, he ran his hands through his hair and went to fetch his violin just as Mirio started to play. 

❖Deep and soothing, my hands grabbing my glass, as I eased onto the couch, listening to him play. I recognized the piece; it was by a late composer a few years ago, used in an opera. It was telling the story of a lonely King, married to another, yet in love with someone else. It ended in a tragedy for the lonely King, who was in love with two people at once.

❖The King’s lover soon found out and left the King, taking the maiden the King had loved away. A sad play indeed, a slow tuned piece that slowly picked speed, before abruptly stopping, signalling the point that his Lover left. After the piece ended, Mirio turned and looked at me. “It was the first piece I learned to play when I was young.”

❖“There was a 3rd piece. From the perspective of the Lonely King’s Lover.” A high note from the violin came from the hall, Izuku slowly appearing. This part of the story was that the Lover, before marrying to the Lonely King, was friends with a maiden and wanted to be with her, yet she rejected his confession. The Lover then met the King and got married, joining kingdoms, but neither of them were fully happy.

❖The Lover raises a mob to attack the castle, while they escape with the maiden that the Lonely King had fallen for, leaving the Lonely King to die. It starts off as random notes put together, signaling the Lover’s heartbreak, before coming into a soft melody that never seemed to be enough before picking up to a fast past and ending in random notes again.

❖The King dies, and the Lover loses a part of him. While the maiden… who knows. The 2rd piece was never finished before the composer died. Some say that the 2rd piece would have taken place before the Lonely king fell in love, saving them both from a horrible tragedy. Izuku ended with a slight frown. All eyes were on me. 

❖“Y/N… will you be our 2nd piece.”

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If that's okay, I'd like to request some headcanons or a scenario in which Ferid from OnS takes a liking to a certain human, and since the human loves spending time with Ferid, they get along well despite the human being super shy, but not afraid to voice their opinions. Later they become one of Ferid's servants and then a friend of his, and then after being friendzoned for a while, they become his lover, basically a very slow burn. Feel free to ignore it if you don't like it. Thanks in advance!

a/n: I'm so happy you sent this and I gotchu boo! Also thank you for your patience and for sending your request!! 💖

It’s really long cause I be adding too many things and forgot this was supposed headcanons, not a fleshed out fic lmaoo. My brain just gets way too into it and has fun haha!

Sooo, I guess this is a half fic/half headcanons??? Ficanons??? hics??? 😳

Reader is 18+ here, just sayin' cause it'd be weird if it were a child

Anyway, I hope it's to your liking anon!! 🥺💖

Con mucho amor <3

My Favorite Human

FERID HEADCANONS W/ SHY!READER

Before the whole vampire reign and the massacre of humanity happened, you were a super shy kid. You often times minded your business seeing as you were too shy to talk to others

Now captured as live prey, nothing changed. You were still reserved and because of that, you were alone for most of the time. Many children your age have endlessly tried talking to you, but you couldn’t muster the courage to say anything back, only blush red and feel the rapid beat of your heart

Literally, kids your age were roaming around laughing, and you would just sit back and watch. Every once in a while, newcomers would ask if they could include you, but of course, someone would explain your lack of response and continue on with their game

One time, as you were watching the children have fun, someone had sat next to you

You couldn’t clearly see them, oh, but you felt their looming presence

And your mind raced like crazy!!! 

What do you say? Are you going to mess up? 

“Such interesting faces you make~!! Does my presence alone intimidate you? I don’t bite..not hard at least~”

Ferid’s red eyes watched you, dancing with curiosity to the way you react to his words. The vulnerability, and the quivering of your body. He hums in content before walking away humming a tune

You hoped the person doesn’t come back again

That didn’t happen

The next day, the day after that, a week, and then a month you were tortured by this person, but little by little you grew accustomed to it

Quick glances is your superpower!!!

Of course, not quick enough that Ferid wouldn’t notice uwu

Two months passed by honestly, Ferid cannot get bored of you and your reactions to his comments, yet, today was different

He was doing his usual teasing and glanced to see that favorite red face of yours only to hear you shakedly inhale and turn to look at him directly in his eyes

“Stop following me around and saying weird things!!”

He was shook!!! Like, his eyes slightly widened at your actions and said nothing as you exploded red, crookedly smiled at him, and ran away to who-knows-where. And he laughed at this.

Despite saying nothing for two months, and now say something? He couldn’t leave alone after that, not with that tease of fierceness in your eyes. You really piqued his interest now that he definitely knew.

Upon arriving to your small home, face beet red, you couldn’t help let out a childish giggle remembering the expression the white haired male made

You were glad he didn’t leave you alone after two months

Two years have passed and now you’re a servant of the one and only, Ferid Bathory

Still shy to this day with him, Ferid noticed, but you were slowly opening yourself and showing some colors

Ferid unconsciously tries to help with your shyness

Mikaela enters into the picture as his second servant

Whenever you and the noble vampire were alone, he would tease you about Mikaela and it’s those rare moment that you spoke your mind 

“[Name]~! You don’t talk to me as much anymore! Are you perhaps in love already with Mikaela~?”

“No. Are you perhaps jealous?”

Ferid always looses it when you aren't shy and say whatever you're thinking

It's embedded in his brain 24/7

Honestly, Ferid accepts that he'll probably never get tired of you

You were pretty sad when you heard that Mikaela left to save his so-called 'boyfriend'

His heart s q u e e z e d at your crestfallen expression and nearly tripped

And he was just standing lmao

Remember when your bold comebacks and opinions were embedded in his brain?

Yeah, well now, your embedded in his brain

He notices how you get nervous, thoughs small twitches of a smile whenever he goofed around with you, how when you're uncomfortable you tap your fingers against your thighs. Those facial expressions you make when you're embarrassed and shy af made his heart literally stop only to be revived again by you tapping his face

He couldn't help bit wonder...what other expressions you could make under different circumstances..

cough cough

woah, looks like he ain't just thirsty for blood, ya catch my drift? 😏

After days thinking over these newfound feelings (which he thought was impossible) he came to the realization that he likes you

He didn't see you as his servant. He never once did actually. You were his friend, yet he wanted to be so much more than that

He yearned to be more than just a 'friend' to you

So he confessed that day after he made up his mind after so much debating

And you friendzoned him

"Ferid, I like you. But I like you as a friend. I'm sorry."

Damn, you have no mercy for the noble vampire 😬

But ngl, you were panicking on the inside

Was it right for you to do that? Did you ruin it? Was he still going to talk to you?

The flamboyant vampire still spoke to you normally like any other day, but even you could tell the he was hurting.

But not to the point that Queen Krul herself came to talk to you

"Tell me, servant of Ferid Bathory, do you really view him as a friend or are you just lying to yourself?"

You denied duh

You bet your booty cake that she didn't believe you

"From now on, Ferid will no longer feed off of you. Okay? Okay."

So now there you were, watching (more like glaring) Ferid drink blood from someone that wasn't you

The Vampire has never seen you this livid before

And he was gonna take advantage of that

He hummed in satisfaction and this man had the audacity to even look at you while doing it

You walked over to him and glared at the person he held, making them flinch and run away

You sat on his laps, shakely inhaled before once again looking straight at his red eyes

Eyes you've come to adore and love

Actually you loved the vampire to death

"I take back what I said to you that day. I like you too, Ferid Bathory."