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auroracalisto · 6 months ago

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stay outta trouble, yeah?

tangerine x southern!reader, 3.7k words summary: he's taken by their southern accent, much like they're taken by his british one. color him intrigued, because why not? he'll be getting them to safety as soon as he can get away from the fight--or rather, telling them to get to safety. a/n: before you read the rest... there are a few lines i took from the movie to keep part of the plot alive. and then it goes haywire... anyway. listen i was just thinking about how incredible it would be to talk to tangerine and not actually hide my personal accent. here you go, pookies. (i'm from west virginia if that helps you). i've also never been farther than türkiye, so my knowledge of what it's like to travel to japan is very limited. pardon my inaccuracies even though i only talk about it for like... .2 seconds, at most. tw: major canon divergence, talks of blood, wounds, cursing, etc.

It'd been a long few days in Tokyo. Traveling for your own enjoyment was always an incredible thing, but good lord, was it exhausting.

The flight, which was non-stop from the Washington Dulles Airport, thank goodness, was nearly sixteen hours. No connecting flights, no dealing with confusing and unfamiliar airports. But just the flight itself was enough to send your sleeping pattern to all kinds of craziness. Don't even mention the fact that you had to drive to the airport, which took several hours just to get there...

Wasn't the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last.

Travel was a luxury so many never had the opportunity to experience. When you had the chance to go to Japan, you took it. It was practically a dream vacation, despite how exhausting it truly was.

You'd come back to Tokyo after a few days in Nagoya, the second to last stop on this bullet train, maybe a quick day trip to Kyoto after, but time was of the essence. You may not have planned every little detail for this trip of a lifetime, but you had a good idea as to what you were going to do.

The bullet train would be at your stop in nearly two hours. That was plenty of time to take a nap and probably figure out what you'll do in Nagoya after finding your planned accommodations.

You found a seat in the "quiet" car, almost giddy to know that there was a car specifically for that. Being from the southern United States, the only actual train you could recall was the Amtrak Trains, but even then, you didn't know as much as you could have about them.

You kept your backpack close to you, trying to find your earbuds so you could have them before you actually sit down.

As you walked, absentmindedly, of course, you bump into a rather tall and, might I add, breathtaking man with one of those 80s' mustaches—like the guy from that one season of American Horror Story. It rather suited him, but that's not what you were thinking as the words quickly spilled from your mouth:

"I'm so sorry," you said, southern drawl instantaneous. "Wasn't watching where I was goin'."

The man looked down at you, blue eyes curiously catching yours. He smiled, and you could feel your heart melt within you. Or maybe your lungs. It seemed hard to breathe for a moment.

"No worries, love," he said, a very British accent joining his words. He scrunched his nose a bit and moved out of your way, while the man behind him muttered something under his breath. "No harm done."

You return his smile, although hesitantly. God, was he gorgeous. But that was beside the point. You moved around him, knowing you probably looked like a mess—you had only spent two nights in Tokyo, and they weren't very restful. Skincare could only do so much to make you look awake and not like you've risen from the dead just hours prior.

You choose a seat nearby where the British man and his two friends were sitting, putting your backpack on the table just in front of you. You grabbed your phone from your pocket, making sure you still had your charger in the pack, before you set up your earbuds and your music.

Your eyes flickered over to the British man, not saying anything as you opened your preferred playlist. He briefly glanced back at you and sent a rather cheeky smile before he looked back to the man in front of him.

"Fuckin' hell, mate," Lemon said as he looked at his brother. The man had made him move just so he could have an eye on the American who bumped into him. "Go and talk to ‘em, yeah? Leave me out of it."

Tangerine rolled his eyes. "Fuck off," he said. "We gotta job, yeah? Speakin' of." He stopped and looked towards the White Death's son, blinking slowly for a moment. "You gonna tell us much else or are you keepin' us in the dark?"

The Son mumbled something under his breath, tiredly looking out the window. He didn't know why he was here, other than the two brothers saying they were hired by his dad to get him to safety.

Right. Safety. What a joke.

"Right, so," Tangerine began. "Our job is to keep you safe and to recover the briefcase with the ransom money inside. And I plan on completin' my job and keeping..."

Tangerine looked at his brother, narrowing his eyes. "Lemon."

Lemon looked up at him. "Hmm?"

"Where's the briefcase?"

"Oh, I stashed it."

Tangerine stared at him in admonishment for a bit longer than necessary. "The case, Lemon. Go get me the fucking case."

"We got his son. That was our job."

"Our job was to come back with his son and his 10 million." Tangerine groaned softly and looked out of the window, sucking in a breath. "Three words describe our situation right now. Do you know what they are?"

"Sure do," said Lemon. He held up a hand and counted them off as he spoke: "Saved his son."

"Motherfucker," Tangerine blurted. He went on his spiel about the White Death, which seemed to be quite imperative as Lemon hadn't read the email he forwarded to him. Of course he hadn't—when did he ever? Why did he bother?

"He asked for pros who wouldn't fuck up," Tangerine said. "Three words, Lemon. We are..."

"Fucked." They say the words together, and if it had been another time, perhaps just hours prior, it would have been fun. Not this time. No, this time, they knew they were in deep shit.

They needed to get that suitcase and quick.

They returned to the Son only for him to be... well, let's put it frankly, bleeding from his eye-sockets and mouth, and so very dead.

"Well, shit," Tangerine sucked in a breath as he looked at the boy who had called him a liability only moments earlier.

The two trained assassins set to work on making it look like he was merely sleeping, even going as far as giving him Momonga glasses. You never know.

Tangerine looked at Lemon, frowning deeply. "We need t' find that briefcase," he said.

"Right," Lemon returned, staring at the Son for a moment before he looked up at Tangerine, nodding. "Right. Phone's on me. See if that American you ran into saw anything. Never know, yeah?"

Tangerine narrowed his eyes and glanced over his shoulder, seeing the object of his curiosity. "Hm. Go, Lemon. You see the case, deal with whoever has it."

"All right, how do I do that? Talk to him, or, like, talk to him?"

"I don't know, why don't you tell him about the story about how Gordon met Percy and how Percy's now bleeding from his fucking eye sockets!"

Lemon scoffed and left his side, going down the opposite side of the train.

"He means kill him. Of course he does."

Tangerine took one last look to the boy before he made his way to you, just a few seats down. He saw that you were asleep—surely, if you had been awake, you would've said something, right? Right. He's assuming, anyway. He keeps walking, knowing that he's got to find this briefcase and fast or else he and Lemon may not get a chance to even think about which arm they'd rather have cut off.

About twenty minutes into your restless nap, there's a loud noise blaring in your earbuds, and you jolt awake, grabbing onto your phone. You paused it, heart pounding in your chest.

"Damn," you cursed, knowing it was only from the song and nothing more. This song was notorious for loud noises. You take out your earbuds, a soft groan escaping you. Might as well stretch your legs and use the restroom since you're awake. It didn't seem like sleep was going to come easy on this train.

A voice came over the intercom, saying something about stopping momentarily, but you didn't catch the name of the station.

You stood and stretched, looking towards where the British man had been. He's not there, and neither is his one friend, but the other is there, sleeping. He's got the strangest glasses on, but you say nothing of it.

"Bathroom," you mutter under your breath, looking over your shoulder. You see a sign and follow it, taking your phone with you just in case.

You're quick, doing your business and washing your hands all under two minutes. Must be a record—the airplane bathrooms are so much more different than this.

You go to leave and open the door, and once again, you're not paying attention. You nearly bump into the tall, handsome British man, but this time, he is paying attention.

He grabbed you by the shoulders, a soft huff escaping him. "Watch yourself, love," he said, a playful smile on his lips (like he's not currently in one of the most stressful situations he's ever been in). "You're gonna get yourself hurt, now, aren't ya?"

Wide eyed, you looked up at him. "Shit, I'm sorry," you said. "It's—hell, I can't even give you a good excuse, but I didn't mean to."

"Nah, you're alright, love, just watch yourself for me, yeah?"

He let go of your shoulders, and you almost find yourself missing the touch.

"Go back to your seat, yeah? Keep an eye out for anyone weird for me."

You blinked slowly but nodded anyway. "Yeah, sure," you said. "You—"

But before you can continue, he sees something in the corner of his eye—either that or he hears something. You're not really sure. He flashes you a soft smile before he walked past you, clearly on a mission.

You let out a soft sigh and walk back to your seat, sitting down quietly.

As you get there, the British man's friend is back, and with another man—you don't catch their conversation, but whatever it is is rather heated. You simply put your earbuds back in and let your head fall back, unable to stop your eyes from fluttering shut. There's a few noises, but the sleep is far too good to come out of. At least, for now it is.

At some point, you feel someone shaking you awake. You quickly open your eyes, seeing the British man sitting across from you. He's got a few cuts on his face—not something he had before. You sat up and check your phone, eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you—"

You'd only been asleep for another twenty minutes.

"You're cute, love," he said, grabbing your phone from you.

"Hey—"

He held up a finger to you and quickly typed in a text message to his own phone. When he heard the buzz, he handed your phone back to you.

"Where's your stop, hm?"

"Nagoya," you answered. "Why?"

"Get off sooner, yeah?"

"What?"

He gave you a cheeky smile. "Get off sooner, love," he said. "Conductor must've missed you cuz you were sleepin', but he was sayin' that everyone needs to get off before Nagoya. Somethin' about the train needed worked on."

You blinked slowly. Were you still sleeping? You felt like you were. "Why the hell would they do that for? That don't even make sense—"

"Love, do it," he said, staring you down with those pretty blue eyes. "Get off on the next stop, yeah? I'll even give you the money for another ticket or somethin' if you need it."

You shook your head. "I can get another ticket, I just—"

There was something about the man that screamed danger, but no where did it scream liar. At least if he was a liar, maybe it was for good reason. Your gut feeling had been pretty good in the past, warning you against several things that could've gone terribly. Perhaps this was the Universe screaming at you to listen to it.

"Okay. I got the money. I'll just... I'll get off at the next stop."

He smiled softly at you. "Good. I'll be seein' you then, yeah? Keep yourself outta trouble."

He stood up, giving you a soft wink, before he left you in the quiet car.

You didn't see him again for the rest of the train ride, but you did listen to him. You got off at the next train stop and bought a new ticket, wondering if the cuts on his face had anything to do with his request.

It was a pretty nice warning, as crazy as that shit was.

Waiting for the next train, which would be there only momentarily, you pull out your phone. The only thing he had typed to his number was simple: Tangerine.

Was that codename for something? The fuck did fruit have to do with anything?

Nagoya, Japan.

A beautiful city with equally beautiful architecture (you'd be sure to visit the castle and the shrine after you finished exploring the city on your own terms).

You hadn't gotten a text from the handsome British man, but it didn't really bother you much. You didn't know him—just nearly ran into him a handful of times before he told you to get off the train.

Two days after the train ride to Nagoya, you find yourself on the streets, following your phone's GPS as best as you could to get to the castle. You should have just waved down a taxi cab, but you also wanted to experience the walk. That, in itself, was just as important as the journey over. Besides, your phone said only five minutes, but it seemed like it was re-routing and doing the exact opposite of being an accurate GPS.

You curse under your breath and go to type in another address in an attempt to see if it was just the castle address that was making your GPS wonky when you heard a familiar voice—you felt a familiar hand grab onto your shoulder.

"Be careful, love," the British man said, keeping you in your spot. You looked up—you're not even about to walk into anything, this time. You looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, hell," you blurted, wide eyed. "What the hell happened to you? Are you—" You pause, mouth gaped open as you look on in surprise. His friend, and that one long haired blonde guy, stand nearby. The one leaned up against the wall of a supermarket, while the other runs a hand through his blonde locks.

You looked up at him, lips parted. "Is that why you told me to get off the train?"

He gave you a pained smile. "Smart, love," he said.

There's a few people that pass by, mumbling about the sight of the rather bloodied and injured men.

"Shit," you said. "You—did you just come to Nagoya in hopes I'd still be here? What if I had been in Kyoto?"

"Guess some luck's on my side, then," he said.

"My—hell, come on, I've got a hotel room," you said. "You lot look like you've been to hell and back."

"Somethin' like that," the British man said.

"Shit," you mumbled once more, putting your hotel name back into your GPS. You had just come from there, but just in case, you didn't want to mess anything up. Especially not now. "Shit, dude, I don't even know your name—"

"Tangerine," he interrupted.

You blinked slowly as you began to walk. His friends follow behind.

"Like the fruit?" you question.

His friend snorted from behind the two of you. "Yeah, love, like the fruit."

You shrugged. "Codename?"

"Smart," Tangerine repeated, giving you a cheeky smile.

For someone who looked like he was in an immense amount of pain, he was sure cheerful.

You led them up to your hotel room, where the blonde immediately goes to the bathroom, running water in the sink and using it and a towel to try and clean some of the blood from his face.

Tangerine and the other, whom you now know as Lemon, sit on separate sides of the room—Lemon sits at the table and groans at the action, a hand on his side, while Tangerine sits on the edge of the bed.

There goes your plans to see the Nagoya Castle, but hell, this didn't seem like it would be anything you'd wanna miss out on. How often do you get three men in your hotel room like this?

Ah, fuck, scratch that—how often do you get a hot British man looking at you like that regardless of how beat up he currently looked?

You bit your lip and sit your phone on the dresser. "I, uh, my friend gave me a little kit of medicine and things before I left," you said, going to your open suitcase and pulling out a black bag. "Has like, bandaids and ibuprofen. Tums, maybe. I didn't even look to be honest."

You hand the bag to him.

Tangerine snorted softly, taking the bag from you and opening it up. You watch, seeing the scabs on his knuckles.

"Damn, what the hell happened to y'all?"

Tangerine glanced up at you, a small smile quirking on his lips. "All in due time," he said. "Don't think it's anything I wanna drag you into just yet."

You pursed your lips.

"Fuck," Tangerine mumbled. "This whole thing has been fuckin' bullocks," he said as he pulled out a couple of things from the kit.

"You can say that again," Lemon said, scoffing softly.

Tangerine tossed him a bottle of pain killers before he, himself, picked up a small bottle of antiseptic. "Be a doll and grab me a washcloth, yeah?"

You do as you're asked, moving past the blonde in the bathroom. He looked a bit worse for wear, but he seemed like he was doing far better than the other two.

You brought back the washcloth for Tangerine. "Can I help?"

"Nah, love, I'll be fine. Not the first time."

You grimaced. "Sounds painful."

"C'est la vie," Lemon said from where he sat, taking the unopened complementary water from the table and using it to take the pain killers. "You're a life saver, love."

"Hmm," you hummed, frowning softly as you looked at Tangerine.

He glanced up at you as he cleaned his knuckles. He had plenty of other places to clean, of course, but the idea of moving from his spot on the bed sounded like hell. His abdomen was screaming at him for just breathing.

"I never got your name," Tangerine softly said.

"Yeah," Lemon interjected. "Been callin' you his little American this whole time. Don't let him lie to you."

Tangerine blanched, glaring over at Lemon, before he looked up at you. "Maybe," he said. "Don't listen to him. He's a little shit-stirrer."

You smiled a bit. He's endearing if not... unconventional in his methods. Whatever that meant. You'd learn soon enough, it seemed.

You gave him your name.

He repeated it, and it was almost like heaven pouring from his lips as he spoke.

God, you'd have a hell of a time trying to explain this back home.

Tangerine snorted softly and finished cleaning up his knuckles—just on the one hand, though. He still had so much to get through.

"Must've made quite an impression if you come to Nagoya just to find me," you blurted, taking the bottle of antiseptic and the cloth from him. He didn't protest. He simply watched as you wet the other side of the cloth and took his hand in your own to clean his knuckles.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? The accent got me."

You blinked slowly, eyes flickering to his. "The accent?"

"Oh, yeah, love," he said. "Ladybug in there is an American, but you? It's like a whole other breed of American. I don't know if I can get enough of it."

Lemon scoffed and tossed the bottle of painkillers to his brother. "Stop flirting and let them clean your hand."

Tangerine rolled his eyes, watching your hands as they moved against his wounds.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"Sorry? For what?"

"For not having anything to really help you," you said. "I'm sure it woulda helped if I had a first aid kit or somethin'."

He raised an eyebrow. "Think you would've been insane for havin' a first aid kit when you're traveling all alone," he said. "Who woulda thought you'd run into little ol' me?"

"Little ol' you, hm?"

Tangerine's soft smile is unmistakable, but you make no mention of it. You let go of his hand and he examined it, letting out a soft hum. You did well enough, he supposed.

Tangerine let out a soft groan as a pain rippled through his abdomen. He laid back on the bed without another word, a hand resting on his body. This would be a hell of a pain to heal, but he was sure it would happen soon enough.

"Sorry for barging in on you like that, love," Lemon spoke up. He drew your attention away from Tangerine. "Tangerine over there kept quippin' on and on 'bout how he just had to see you again. Thought he was a broken record or some shit with how often he said it."

The handsome man in front of you didn't even object this time. He just went with it.

"Right, yeah, and what were you sayin'? Hope they have a nice hotel room that fits all us, yeah?"

"Absolutely not," he scoffed. "Don't be a prick."

Tangerine rolled his eyes. "Lemon—"

"—anyway," Lemon interjected. "We'll be out of your hair as soon as we possibly can. Don't want to outstay our welcome, and I'm sure you've got plans, hm?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

"—we won't stay long, promise."

"No, I—I mean I do have plans, but you can stay as long as you need to."

Tangerine snorted softly and glanced at you from where he laid on his bed. "You're rather trusting, aren't you?"

You blinked slowly. "Well—"

"—be careful, love," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "You should really watch yourself, before you get yourself into trouble."

You parted your lips, and the words escaped you before you even thought to stop them: "Think I'm a bit too late for all that."

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dannydoesthisthing27 · 2 months ago

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I can't sleep so I'd like to offer up some general redacted headcanons I have, and that I've talked about briefly in other posts but haven't expanded on.

Out of the D.A.M.N crew, Freelancer is the clingiest. Surprisingly Damien is the second clingiest. He's a lot more subtle about it than Freelancer, though. Damien is the 'standing/sitting close enough that you're touching but don't say anything or he'll move' clingy. He canonically has a hard time with physical contact, but I like to think that around the crew he's a lot more comfortable with casual contact.

David listens to music 80% of the time. 10% of the time he's humming to himself. The other 10% he's tapping his fingers. He grew up around people who constantly listened to almost every kind of music there is. When David listens to music he feels at peace because he feels his family through the lyrics. (Projecting big time music's always been important to me)

Camelopardalis is very accepting of his demonic nature and appearance (vega is as well but for different reasons) Cam still presents as mostly human, but he has horns, a long tail, his skin is tinted sage green and white (vitiligo), his iris' are turquoise, and his sclera are black, occasionally appearing cracked when he is in distresss. He wears very unique clothing and rarely repeats an outfit. He stands about 6'5 without his horns added height.

Huxley and Dear go hiking together as often as possible. They both love talking to eachother, or just enjoying nature quietly together. Dear likes listening to Hux talk about his house projects and the plants he grows at home. Huxley likes listening to Dear talk about any of their special interests, but he really enjoys when they talk about moths. Dear has an extensive mental library of moth facts and can ramble for hours if given the opportunity.

Freelancer is an aspiring tattoo artist and has practiced on every member of the crew, including gavin. (Idk if demons can actually get tattooed, but for the sake of my sanity, i don't want to try and figure out how)

Azmidi leaves Sweetie gifts around the house when they go to work. They vary in type of gift, but its typically something sparkly that makes cool patterns when light hits it

Guy collects di and dnd mini figures. His favorite set is one that Honey got him. There's 3 mini's, and one full set of dice. The dice are swirled red and orange in various shades and combinations. The mini's are designs he came up with that Honey had custom made as an anniversary present. One for him, one for them, and one of their cat. (Guys is a kobold)

Baabe and Sam collect records and banter at each other about who's is more extensive. They also play chess during pack meetings when they're both there. The record is 34-35 in Sam's favor. Baabe is a very respectful loser, but they are definitely still ticked off that someone is able to beat them regularly. The only other person to beat them is David. Their record is 1-1.

Hudson made an entire album to commemorate the people lost during the inversion, and it's how he's coped along with a lot of therapy.

Anton is the second biggest wolf in his pack (idk if it's been established which one he's part of yet?) Regardless he is only second to the alpha of whatever pack he's in. His partner loves it when he shifts and lays on them like a weighted blanket

Christian has a hard time expressing emotion, similar to David he just doesn't have the kind of personality where vulnerability is something that's regularly expressed. There was one time when he and Ash really got into it with eachother. They weren't on speaking terms for a few days because of a mutual misunderstanding. After they had a little time to cool off the two of them had a very long conversation about why it is Christian felt resentful towards Asher because he was named beta. They're a lot closer now and go surfing together sometimes

Guy and Honey both aspire to be the kind of people that little kids tell their parents they want to be like. They both have immaculate fashion senses and go thrifting all the time for more stuff to add. One time they were at a festival and Honey was wearing big platform boots, crazy hair colors, fun earrings, a ring on every other finger each one unique, a corset with sheer lace in the back that when resting looks almost like a skirt, their bag covered in patches and pins (guy was wearing a similar get up.) A kid came up to Honey and told them that they looked like a prince (my Honey is masc presenting) they still smile when they think about that day.

Brachium has never had tea, but if he did drink it, he would like hibiscus tea

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted brachium #redacted huxley #redacted damien #redacted christian #redacted anton #redacted hudson #redacted azmidi #redacted camelopardalis #redacted david #redacted baabe #redacted dear

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luvhu9hes · 1 year ago

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Part of Me QH43

You had been in love with your best Friends brother for as long as you could remember. So much so he was a part of you.

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI, oral (f receiving), not proofread, I think that's all of it please lmk if there's anything else.

This is only my second fic i've actually posted, if you like it please let me know. Also this is kind of rushed at the end, but I'd be stressing about this for over a week so hopefully i've done it some justice. Anyways I love all of you who take the time to read my work! Go Canucks and all that jazz.

Summer was quickly approaching in Ann Arbor Michigan, and you were all but prepared for your trip to the lake house this summer. Every summer for as long as you could remember was spent at your best friend Luke’s family lake house. Your mom and Ellen Hughes (his mother) had met their sophomore year in college from playing on the women’s hockey team together. Their friendship had continued over the years and became even stronger when they became pregnant around the same time having you and Luke only a week apart from each other (him being the older of you two).

You and Luke were destined to be best friends, practically inseparable. Always going to the same schools, hanging out daily, becoming part of each other's families. Growing up with Luke meant growing up with his older brothers; Jack and Quinn as well. Jack was like an older brother to you, always being so protective over you. Even back when you were in elementary school, Luke’s other friends would tease you about being a girl and having cooties. After Jack had threatened them, they never bothered you again. Quinn was a different story, you had always had a little crush on him, (you’d never admit that to Luke, but it was true). Even though you had been so into him, he had never seemed to reciprocate your feelings, making you feel like his younger brother’s annoying best friend. For years you tried to get over your crush on Quinn Hughes, but to no avail, your heart still belonged to him even at the end of your sophomore year of college. You knew deep down, he would always be a part of you.

Always going to the same schools with Luke led you to where you are now, at the University of Michigan, sitting in your dorm room, clothes scattered everywhere. It was the end of the term, and you were meant to be leaving for the lake house in a mere 5 days, but excitement filled your mind. You were excited to be reunited with Luke, considering you hadn’t seen him in over a month due to him leaving for Jersey to fulfill his lifelong dream of playing in the NHL with his two older brothers. Though you were extremely proud of him for all of his hard work and accomplishments, you still missed him more than anything, having never spent this much time apart from him.Even though you were excited, the mere thought of spending another summer around Quinn had your stomach in knots. The two of you kept contact throughout the years, even with his busy hockey schedule and your school schedule you still made time to stay in touch. You weren't sure if it was your imagination, but something felt different about this summer, even if you weren’t quite sure what it was yet.

The drive to the lake house was peaceful as you listened to music and traffic was low. As you got closer to the lake house the more free you felt. All of the stress of the school year slowly leaving your body and the relaxation of summer being let in. Luke had texted you the day before that he and Jack were on their way, considering it took far longer to get to the lake house from Jersey. You had expected to be the first one there as you usually were, but to your surprise, there was already a car in the driveway when you had pulled up. It was not a car you had seen before, both Quinn and Jack had gotten new cars since the last time you had seen them, but considering you hadn't heard anything from Luke since yesterday you had a very strong feeling that it was Quinn's.

You entered the house voicing a quick “Hello?” announcing your arrival to whoever was in the house. At the sound of your voice a very tousled looking Quinn came rushing down the stairs to greet you. The sight of his messy brown hair and bright but tired eyes brought a smile to your face. Your smile was contagious as it brought one upon his face just before he engulfed you in a bone crushing hug. The hug was comforting, like coming home after a long time away, but that didn't stop the feeling of butterflies from erupting throughout your stomach. “Hi Quinn” your voice came out barely above a whisper, being slightly muffled against his chest. “Hey y/n/n, long time no see huh” he jokes. You can't help but chuckle at him as you begin to pull away. Though, Quinn clearly wasn't ready to pull away, as he pulled you back in and gripped you tighter than before. The slight action had you flushing and you were grateful he couldn't see your face at that moment.

Finally as the two of you pulled away, Quinn spoke up asking “Have you heard anything from tweedle dee and tweedle dumb? They haven't said a word to me since they left Jersey yesterday.” The old nickname had you grinning as you responded “No, I haven't heard from them since about the same time.”

“Well then,” Quinn smiled, “it looks like it's just you and me for a while.” You were sure he didn't mean to sound so suggestive when saying that, but that didn't stop the warm feeling you got from his words. Your time together was slightly awkward at first given the fact that you hadn't truly seen each other in a year, but as the minutes passed the awkwardness subsided and you both began to grow comfortable in each other's presence. Conversation came easily with Quinn, talking about anything ranging from your favorite music to how life at U of M had been. It shocked you how comfortable talking to him was, because even though you had grown up around him, Jack and Luke had always been there as a buffer, even when you had wished they hadn't. After about an hour of talking with Quinn you heard the familiar sound of another car pulling into the gravel driveway announcing the arrival of Jack and Luke.

Quinn and you immediately hopped up heading towards the door to meet the two boys. You were surprised when Luke dropped his suitcase bounding towards you before spinning you around in his arms. The suddenness of it all caused you to burst out with a pure laughter having missed your best friend so much. You and Luke had missed the look Quinn had given the two of you, but Jack sure didn't, smirking at the look of jealousy on his big brother's face.

“Let he breathe Lukey” Jack spoke teasing his brother “not all of us have had the chance to say hello to her yet” Jack had finished his thought as he pulled you out of the other boy's grasp enveloping you in a hug of his own. Luke pouts as his best friend is stolen from a grasp, crossing his arm as he speaks up. “Last time I checked she was MY best friend, not yours” His whiny tone elicited a laugh from all of you as you pulled away from Jack.

“Oh Lukey, you don't know how much I've missed you.” Noticing Jack's smile falter at your words you spoke up again “before you say anything, I missed you just as much Jack” your words caused a giant smile to break out on the two boys faces.

After you all spent some time together catching up, you had excused yourself up to your room to begin unpacking for the summer. Your room was just as you left it, your bed made nicely and littered with stuffed animals from fairs and arcades that you had collected over the years. The walls were covered in pictures that seemed to show the story of you growing up, with photos of you at your first birthday party leading up to a photo of you and the Hughes boys last summer. That newest photo was your favorite, it was taken your last day of the trip when Ellen and Jim had stopped by, you were on Luke's back smiling as widely as your face would allow, while Jack was trying to act all cool for the camera. Your heart always seemed to stop whenever you looked at Quinn in that picture, he was wearing just a pair of swim trunks, showing off his toned body, but that wasn't what caught your eye, it was the way he had looked at you and Luke, he had so much admiration in his eyes, and if you didn't know any better, you would've believed that look was pointed at you and you only.

You're broken from your train of thought by the sound of a knock on your door. You muster a quick “Come in” expecting to see Luke, and are pleasantly surprised to see Quinn. “Hey Quinn, what’s up?”

“Nothing I just wanted to spend some time with you, I don't see or hear from you as much as the others do” Quinn admits rubbing the back of his neck.

“To be fair Quinn I you've never made me feel like you wanted to talk to me so I’ve given you your space.”

“I always want to hear from you y/n/n.”

Quinns confession has your heart beating faster in your chest, so much so that you're almost certain he can hear it from across the room.

“Yo- you do?” you struggle to form the words as you try to process what Quinn just said to you.

“Of course I do, I care about you, I want to know what's going on in your life, hell I want to be a part of your life, and not just in the summers.” his eyes are watching you so closely, as if he's trying to read your mind, trying to know your every thought. Your mind is running a million miles a minute as you try to think of a response, as you try to pinpoint the context for which he's saying these things.

“What do you mean Quinn, you are part of my life, you always have been” you finally utter out.

“I mean..” he says as he steps closer to you grabbing your hands “I want to be in your life as more than just your best friend's brother. I want to be the first person you talk to when you wake up in the morning and the last person you talk to before you go to sleep. I want you in the stands of my games cheering me on. I want to spend more time with you than I get, whether that means me coming down to Michigan, or you coming up to Vancouver. I want to be with you y/n. I’m so in love with you, and I have been for years. I can't keep that to myself any longer.”

Never in a million years would you have expected that from Quinn. You stared at him in such awe trying to figure out if this was real or some cruel prank the boys thought would be funny. And as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, Quinn speaks up again

“I know you weren't expecting this from me, I wasn't expecting it either, but after we spent all of that time talking before Jack and Luke got here, and after I saw how touchy Luke was with you, I just knew I couldn't hide this anymore.

After you still hadn't responded, Quinn began to panic a little.

“y/n… please say something.” That was all it took for you to snap out of the trance you were in and respond.

“Quinn, I’m so in love with you. I have been since I was eight years old and you held my hand after I had scraped my knee open. I've tried for years to push my feelings down for the sake of Luke, but also because I never thought you would be interested in me. I've never seen you as just ‘my best friend's brother’ , you're so much more than that to me, and I want all of those things too.”

The second those words left your mouth, Quinn wasted no time grabbing your face and bringing your lips to meet his. At first you were shocked, but you were quick to kiss him back as this has been something you had wanted for years. The kiss was full of passion and promise. Years of pining being made up for by one breathtaking kiss. You only pull away when you're both out of breath, leaning your foreheads together. It's in that moment you remember one detail. Luke.

“Quinn?” you ask, breaking the silence, only receiving a hum in response. “What are we going to do about Luke? How are we going to tell him? Are we even ready to tell him?” you start to ramble, leading Quinn to cut you off with another kiss. This one is much shorter than the last, as he begins to speak “Let's not worry about Luke right now hm? We can focus on us for now and tell him, and everybody else when we're ready. Okay?” The look in his eyes is so comforting, it genuinely has you questioning if you'll ever be able to say no to him. You know deep down you won't, which is why you say “Okay.”

So that's what you did. You and Quinn spent the whole summer focusing on your relationship by keeping it to yourself. That consisted of sneaky make out sessions in dark corners of the house, sneaking into each other's rooms in the middle of the night, holding hands under the blankets during movie nights, and sneaking glances that lasted longer than they should have. It sucked keeping such a big secret from your best friend, but you weren't ready to tell him yet, and you were enjoying your time with the man you loved.

Summer had come to an end much faster than you had ever expected, and that meant you would all be going back to your regular lives soon. You were worried about what that meant for your relationship with Quinn, being new to the whole long distance thing, but you were hopeful nonetheless. Today was the last day you would all be together, and you wanted it to be memorable. Luke had decided that going out to the local club would be the best way to spend your last night together, and of course Jack agreed 100%.

That's how you ended up here in a crowded sea of people cradling a vodka cranberry trying to make your way back to the booth the boys had saved for all of you. You hadn't even made it more than three feet away from the bar when a hand was grabbing your wrist. Turning you come face to face with a strange man who's very clearly drunk. You try taking your wrist back, but his grip only tightens and he speaks up in a dark gravelly tone “What's the rush doll, I jus’ wanna dance” his words slurring as he speaks

“I don't think my boyfriend would like me dancing with you, i’m trying to get back to him if you don't mind” you tried to stay calm as you tried pulling your wrist free again, his grip bruising now.

“You don't have to lie about having a boyfriend doll, if you don't want t’ dance jus’ say that”

before you get the chance to respond you feel an arm wrap around your waist and hear the voice of your boyfriend say “She doesn't want to dance pal, leave my girl alone before we have problems”

My girl, even though you knew you were his girl the words still sent butterflies to your stomach and a heat down to your core. At the sight of your boyfriend, the creep lets go of your wrist putting his hands up in surrender leaving you and Quinn alone.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Quinn practically screams, trying to speak to you over the music. It doesn't take you more than a minute to respond with a yes. The two of you find Jack and Luke and tell them what happened and that Quinn had offered to take you home, and let them enjoy the rest of their night. Luke was worried and didn't want to leave you alone, but you managed to convince him to stay and have fun.

The ride back to the lake house was torture. Quinn's hand rested on your thigh while his other gripped the steering wheel, and he was drawing shapes into your skin, his hand occasionally going higher messing with the hem of your dress. He knew exactly what he was doing, though it was the slightest of touch, it still had you squeezing your thighs together. You glanced over to look at him seeing the mischievous smirk on his face. Shaking your head you tried not to focus on his touch and focus on the scenery on the drive back (it didn't work.)

The second you had made your way into the lake house Quinn was on you. His lips attached themselves to your neck leaving open mouth kisses and nibbling just below your ear eliciting a gasp from your mouth. You turn around in Quinn's hold bringing him in for a needy, almost desperate kiss. His tongue running against your bottom lip requesting access, which you'd be crazy to refuse him. He slips his tongue into your mouth massaging your tongue with his, as his hands start to explore your body. You break away trying to catch your breath as you grab his hand dragging you up to your room. You attach your lips to his again once you're in the safety of your room, hands reaching up to unbutton the slutty black shirt he was wearing. No matter how long you had been with Quinn, you still got nervous in intimate situations like this with him causing you to have shaky hands. You could feel him smirk into the kiss at the shakiness of your hands, as his own reached up to slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders. He was pleasantly surprised to find out you weren't wearing a bra, groaning into the kiss as his hands groped your breasts nimble fingers flicking over your nipples. The sensation had you pulling away from his lips letting out a low moan, spurring him in further as he lowered his mouth taking your left nipple into his mouth. Your hands made their way into his hair holding him to your chest, Quinn backing you up until your knees hit the bed causing you to sit on the edge of the bed. Lowering himself in front of you, Quinn looks into your eyes looking for permission as he hooks his fingers into your panties, you mutter out a quick yes and he wastes no time pulling them off and licking a long stripe up your pussy. The sensation has you arching your back lacing your fingers through his messy brown hair. The only noises that can be heard through the room are the pornographic moans and groans coming from you and Quinn as well as the slick sound of Quinn eating you out. It doesn't take much more before you're coming undone on Quinn's tongue as he helps you ride out your high. You and Quinn spent your last night together, sanctifying your love for each other and cherishing each other's bodies as much as you can before you get separated.

Nothing could ruin the bubble of bliss you and Quinn had made for yourselves. Or so you thought until you were woken up in the morning by the sound of “WHAT THE FUCK” causing your head to shoot up to see your best friend, whose eyes are locked on the sight of you and his older brother laying naked in your bed.

This was not how you wanted him to find out.

Fin

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #hockey smut #vancouver #vancouver canucks #hockey imagine

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bippityboppitybabe · 4 months ago

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The Sleepover

Summary: Sometimes, good things do come to those who wait.

Pairing: Andrew Byrne-Hozier x reader

Warnings: fluff, friend-to-lovers, cursing, CONSENTING ADULTS DOING THE DEED - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: 3266

Author’s Note: I've always felt a little weird writing/reading about a real person. However, I've been in a writing slump for literal years and Hozier's music has always been inspiring. So morals be damned, right?

Disclaimer: Ya'll, I don't know this man. This is just the musings of a perpetually single lady and this should not be taken seriously whatsoever. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone (#noproofreading), and to be totally honest I just found this gif on the internet.

(Also, Mr. Hozier, I do apologize if you somehow find this on some dark corner of the internet. Please keep on scrolling.)

You hadn’t meant to stay the night— no really, you hadn’t. But there you were, tucked underneath a blanket as the day’s morning sun rays streaked across the hardwood floors. You could hear Andrew still snoring just behind you, he was probably asleep in the reclining chair you teased him senselessly about (“What are you, a seventy year old man?” / “Hey, once you fall asleep in one of these you’ll never say a bad word about them again”).

And maybe he was on to something. An achiness had already begun to settle in your lower back, and your right arm seemed to have permanently lost feeling from where you’d slept on it apparently all night.

Blearily, you groped around with your left (and thankfully still operational) hand for a phone. Nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw the time.

“Andy. Andy!” You hissed, (regrettably) throwing the warm quilt off your body as you scrambled to an upright position. “Andrew, wake up! We overslept!”

The plan had been for a casual movie night. You showed up at a respectable six o’clock with both your favorite candies, and he’d prepared the popcorn and drinks. There wasn’t much of a chance to do this sort of thing anymore— you had your boring 9-5 big girl job, and Andrew was more often out of the city than in it. However, whenever your paths crossed you both made the effort to spend at least a little time together.

But when Andrew had texted you last week, revealing he had an actual free Saturday night, you’d practically burst from excitement. Andrew Byrne-Hozier was your favorite person in the world— he was funny, and kind, and considerate. And while, sure, you were a little in love with him and every moment in his present made your heart feel more like molten honey than an actual organ, his friendship was too important to risk.

So, for the last four years, you’d watched as he shuffled through a couple of relationships (it was worse when you actually liked his partner) and went on tour and recorded songs. You were always there with a funny meme or thoughtful advice or listening ear, and sometimes you were just there for him when it became a little too much.

And sure, you’d also dated a few people (nothing ever serious) and you’d adopted a cat (whom Andy had nicknamed ‘Jammy’ because one time he got his head stuck in a jam jar) and you’d switched jobs and moved into a new flat— so you wouldn’t say you were pining for your best friend. It was just a crush. (A crush that made your head spin and your heart stop but who cared?)

But back to last night. You were supposed to leave right after the movie ended because Andrew had some important interview via Zoom in the morning— and while you had been in the background of plenty of interviews, you’d both decided the risk of you being spotted or heard was too high with all the relationship rumors swirling. Andy had wanted the focus to be on his music and the charity a portion of the proceeds of his latest single went to— not add fodder to the fire of him dating someone (and that someone was, well, you. You get caught one time by the paparazzi leaving his house and all of a sudden the internet was desperate to know who you were).

But that interview was scheduled for fifteen minutes from now, and the man of the hour was still sleeping off the sugar crash you’d both apparently succumbed to last night.

Pulling on your socks that you’d somehow kicked off during the night, you spared a moment to throw one of the decorative pillows littering the floor at Andrew. “Andy, wake up!”

He just groaned and covered his eyes with the crook of his elbow. “Leave me alone, it’s too early for that.”

“No it’s not! You whisper-yelled, finally launching yourself up to properly shake him awake. “It’s 8:45 in the morning, you’ve got that meeting in fifteen!”

At that, his eyes shot open, and he looked at the leather watch he’d left on overnight. “Shit.”

You nodded, giving his pant leg another tug. “Shit is right. What do you need?”

“I need to brush my teeth and get dressed.” He started, taking your hands as you helped him up. “I need a glass of water and my notes.”

You nodded, already mentally searching his apartment for the things you could gather for him. “I’ve got the water and notes, you get dressed. Whoever’s finished first can set up your laptop.”

So quickly you barely felt it, your best friend kissed you in the corner of your mouth (definitely by accident, he’d obviously missed your cheek). “Thanks babe— thank god you ended up staying the night. I’d’ve slept right through till the afternoon.”

Ignoring the butterflies that suddenly erupted in your stomach (he’d called you babe a few other times and it always got the chrysalis’ hatching), you nodded and gave him a little shove towards his bedroom. “Of course, now get going!”

You remembered seeing his interview notebook on the kitchen table, probably from where Andrew had been working on it the afternoon before. Moving with efficiency, you gathered it up, tucking in any loose papers into the pages tightly as you could, before flipping to the last page so it would be open for him.

But there, in the corner, he’d written your name. Not super unusual, he’d probably been thinking about your plans for the evening as he wrote down any points he wanted to discuss, but right next to it was a tiny heart.

And sure, Andy doodled all the time— on napkins and music sheets and even sometimes your hand, but nonetheless the sight of that little heart warmed your own.

Shaking your head, you picked up an empty glass from the table and filled it from the tap. Beggars couldn’t be choosers and Andrew was lucky he was getting anything hydrating right now. You glanced at the oven clock.

“Seven minutes!” You yelled, rushing into the living room and setting down the notebook and water glass. Without overthinking it, you grabbed as much as you could off his de facto interview table (usually it served as his entryway table, but it was in front of the only blank wall in his home and was the best backdrop for any business conducted over his computer).

You dumped the junk that had been littering the surface onto the couch you’d just been sleeping on (giving the quilt you’d just been shrouded in a few minutes ago a longing glance), before scooting out the table just enough to fit a chair behind it. Andrew, finally exiting his bedroom and only looking a modicum more put together than when he entered it, snagged one of his kitchen table chairs before beelining for you.

“Andrew, your hair looks awful.” You stated as you looked for a pen in the pile on the couch. You tossed it to him, and he caught it with a well practiced ease.

He laughed, plugging in his laptop before scooching into the chair he’d just placed and powering on the computer. “There’s not much I can do about it now, but you always know just what to say to make me feel good about myself.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your own hair tie and motioned for him to scoot. “I’ll braid it while you pull up the link.”

Andy complied, turning himself sideways in the chair and starting to log in. As gently as you could, you brushed your fingers through the wild curls to get out any major knots— then deftly sectioned it off into three parts and started braiding.

You would never admit this, but you loved braiding Andrew’s hair. Men always had the best hair (you were pretty sure it was scientifically proven) and he was certainly no exception. His hair was thick with so much body to it— some of your favorite pictures of him on tour were the ones where his hair grew wild from humidity. It never got quite so unruly in your hometown, but there was still something untamed about his hair you couldn’t get over.

But it was over before you knew it. Deftly tying off the end, you pulled the braid a little looser— picking out a few strands to artfully fall in Andrew’s face. You tugged the finished hairstyle before glancing at the clock. Finished with two minutes to spare.

Andrew adjusted himself in the chair, pulling up the Zoom chatroom and taking a sip of the lukewarm water you’d set out.

“Thank you,” he mouthed, before turning his attention to the screen.

As quietly as you could, you backed into his bedroom and closed the door behind you. Unsure of what to do with yourself or how long you’d be trapped, you crawled into Andrew’s bed and snuggled down into the sheets (surely it wasn’t crossing a line to take a deep sniff of his pillow, right?) Pulling out your phone, you plugged it into his charger and started scrolling on social media to pass the time…

… “Hey, wake up sleepy head.” A voice softly whispered, a warm hand brushing some hair out of your face. “My interview’s over and I got us some breakfast.”

You blinked your eyes open, struggling to focus on Andrew’s face in the dim lighting of his well-darkened bedroom. Your phone, which you must’ve fallen asleep on, was lost in the abyss of the crack between bed and nightstand so you had no way of knowing what time it was.

“How’d it go?” You slurred, burrowing a little deeper into the warm bed.

He smiled, “The interview went well thanks to you and your internal alarm clock.”

“Can I have just a little bit longer in bed?”

Andy sighed dramatically, “Only if I can join. I’m still half asleep.”

You laughed, but raised the sheets as he crossed over to the other side and got in. You two had shared a bed before, you reasoned as you turned to face him, once, a couple of years ago when he’d gotten too drunk for you to leave alone after a night out. And while intoxication was markedly missing in the scenario, you and Andrew were adults and could nap together.

“Thanks again for waking me up,” He whispered into the darked, turning to face you. “My agent would have been really pissed if I’d missed that. And I would have felt awful for wasting everyone’s time, of course.”

Gently, you pressed a finger to his mouth, “Shhhh, I’m sleeping.”

Andrew chuckled, but then took your hand in his and kissed your finger across his lips gently. Surprised by the tenderness, you opened your eyes to look at your best friend.

“I’m serious, thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you most days.” Andy said, his voice, while still quiet, had a gruffness to it you didn’t quite recognize.

“Well, good thing you’ll never have to find out what life is like without me,” you whispered back, softly smiling. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I think, sometimes, the thing I’m scared of most is losing you.”

The confession took your breath away for a moment. Of course, Andy was the most important person in your life, but neither of you had ever said anything so… vulnerable to the other before. It had always struck you as funny— while it was no secret Hozier regularly barred his soul in his songs, the Andy you knew was fairly reserved and quiet. You knew where he stood not by his words, but by his actions.

You bit your lip, wanting to word your response carefully. Slowly, you moved your hand to his cheek, cupping his face. “I’m not sure there’s anything you could do to lose me.”

Your eyes locked for a moment, and you could tell he was looking for something in your face. You stayed still, like he was a deer you were scared of frightening away, and then the smallest smile on his face broke the trance.

“What about this?” He breathed, turning his face so he could kiss the inside of your wrist. Your face broke out in a hot flush, the feel of his lips against your skin causing the butterflies you’d been fighting with to begin anew.

You shook your head the tiniest bit, “We’re still friends.”

He leaned forward, and it was only then you realized how close the two of you were in this bed. The warmth of his body and the feel of his hand moving to rest on your hip nearly sent you overboard. Slowly, as if he was now the one afraid of frightening you, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss right on the crook of your neck. “And this?”

Your toes curled and you almost gasped involuntarily, but you just managed to catch yourself. “We’re— we’re still okay.”

Andrew moved again, this time pulling you towards him so suddenly, his body was all you could feel. You looked up, his warm eyes searching your face again before gently, oh so gently, he brushed his lips against yours. “What about this? Are you okay with that?”

Words were lost to you as your eyes fluttered closed. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself against him and somehow, even closer.

When your lips met again, there was no longer a question between the two of you. Suddenly, you were nothing more than the feeling of his fingers digging into your soft flesh, the scratch of your nails against his back, the heat that seemed to blossom in the space between your bodies. He groaned as your hips (involuntarily, of course) rocked into his, and you moaned at the feeling of his hard member against you.

“Andy,” You gasped, breathing hard but unable to even open your eyes— lost in the feeling of his lips trailing down your neck. “Andy please.”

Finally, you were able to crack your eyes just the tiniest bit, and almost gasped again at the sight of your best friend. He looked up at you, his beautiful hair already escaping your neat braid and his pupils blown wide as he seemed to drink you in. “Please what, darling?”

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Gentle fingers eased your shirt over your head, and you didn’t even have time to feel an iota of self-consciousness before your sports bra gave way next. Bare to him, Andrew gently turned you on to your back so he hovered over you, one of his legs cutting between your own.

Slowly, almost tortuously slow, he lowered himself and placed his mouth over one of your nipples— teasing the sensitive skin before moving onto the other side. Your hands, desperate to do something, wove into his hair as you held him against your body.

His hand skated across your stomach, moving lower and lower until it slipped past the loose elastic of your sweats and underwear— those long fingers you loved watching play music parting you and dipping inside for a brief moment.

You arched against him, gasping at the sudden feeling of him. Part of you still didn’t believe this was real, that surely you still had to be sleeping, even as he deftly pulled your remaining clothes down your legs.

Kicking them off and into the room, your own hands pulled at his shirt while raking your fingernails across the pale skin of his back. Now chest to chest, you couldn’t help but grind down onto the sweatpant clad thigh between your legs, desperate for any friction to try and relieve the growing pressure.

Hot kisses trailed down the side of your neck as you felt him laugh against your skin, “Someone’s a little impatient.”

You groaned again, your chest heaving against his as a hand reached to slowly knead a breast. “You have no idea how long I’ve been patient for,” your voice was breathier than you’d ever heard it. “How much I’ve been wanting you.”

A cry filled the dimly lit room as those long, tortuous fingers found you again— Andrew expertly rubbing your clit with a thumb as he shifted his weight to start taking off his remaining clothes. Your hands reached behind you, searching for something (anything) to steady yourself against as the sweet, familiar pressure started to grow.

He bent your right knee down with his free hand and spread you even wider. “Say that again,” he whispered as he laid down at your side, his voice barely audible over the rushing in your ears.

You gasped as the crescendo started, two fingers now inside you— their movements exquisite and maddening. “I want you—” you paused for a moment, your eyes squeezing closed against the incoming tide. “Only you.”

Shuddering, you barely had a moment to catch your breath in the seconds after your first orgasm before Andrew was reaching around you, fumbling for a moment before finding a familiar foil and ripping it open. Planting a kiss on your temple, the two of you locked eyes for a moment. You smiled, tenderly stroking a finger down the side of his face.

Andy shifted his weight so he was hovering over you again, his eyes searching your face with a question. Barely coherent (and dazed from how quickly you’d just orgasmed), you leaned over to answer with a lingering kiss— resting your forehead against his to pause for a moment.

“Please, Andy.”

In response, those tortuous fingers curled around your hips, your best friend kissing your neck as he positioned himself right at your entrance. “Tell me,” he whispered against your sweaty skin. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Your hips jutted upwards, and you groaned at the feeling of him brushing against you for just the briefest of moments. “I’ll never want you to stop,” You breathed, reaching up to stroke his face with your thumb. “I’ll never stop wanting you.”

The feeling of him, all of him, was more than you had ever created in your daydreams; you couldn’t have imagined how his hair would tickle your face as he leaned down to kiss you, you didn’t take into account the visual of his long, lean body as he thrust into you again and again and again, and never in a million years could you have conceived how beautiful of a sound he would make as he climaxed inside you.

Afterwards, glowing in the aftermath of your orgasm and the feeling of Andrew lingering on your skin, you turned over to face him. His hair, now completely fallen out of the braid you’d hastily pulled in it, spread out over the pillow like a halo. His cheeks were flushed (as were yours, you felt sure), the high spots a delicate pink as he breathed heavily and stared up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” you whispered softly, almost afraid to break the spell of the moment.

He turned to you, and his liquid brown eyes caught yours as a huge smile spread across his beautiful face. “Hey yourself.”

“You still have me, you know. If you want, I mean. I’m still not going anywhere.”

Andrew reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. The actions, so sweet and tender, made your heart squeeze with affection and hope. “Good, because I still don’t know what I would do without you.”

#hozier x reader #hozier x you #hozier x y/n #thebabewrites

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pedripics · 9 months ago

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Pedri via Residency - August 8, 2024

Pedri had a double training session today

How is your knee doing? - “Much better. Looking forward to getting started with the team soon”

How are you after starting your workouts? - “Tired, as it is normal in preseason, but happy with the recovery”

Does it feel weird without having your hair? - “A little 😜 but it's not the first time and I had to keep the promise. My mustache didn't last that long 😝”

What are your expectations for the season? - “The maximum. At Barça there can be no others, and on an individual level I hope everything is going very well”

How is your mum? - “Veryyyy well. Thank you ❤️”

How many sessions did you do to recover? - “I've been training practically every day on vacation”

Who is your best friend in the locker room? - “I say it a lot of times, I get along well with everyone but if I have to say one, well Ferran”

Nice vacation? - “Quiet, in Tenerife”

How was training with Gavi after long time? - “Very good! I am happy to see him do better”

“Barcelona is a great city without a doubt”

How many football games did you play growing up until you were 16? - “Well, I couldn't say... one a day, or more, if they count the games on the court and with friends hehe”

Did you watch the Olympics? - “Yup… a lot”

He really wanted to see USA-Serbia in a bit

How do you deal with hate from others? - “I try to stay away from bad comments, as well as from high praise. The best thing is to be calm and listen to the advice and comments of the people close to you”

Would you like to retire at Barça? - “Do you want me to retire already? you already know that I have been a culer since I was a little kid”

When are you returning? - “There is little left. Let's see how the next training sessions are going”

Do you recommend me to visit your familys restaurant? - “l always do... and I always will. Delicious and homemade food”

I hope to see you next year at the new Camp Nou - “Have no doubt, my friend!!”

How did your friends/family react to your haircut? - “A little bit of everything. Jokes but also people who told me it looked really good on me 🙃”

Pedri are you going to let your hair grow? (Say yes please) - “Yesss. It's not the time to go bald yet”

Do your think a lot about the climate change? - “Well, it worries me. Like all young people. It is important to think about the future of the planet and that’s why i am ambassador with Kick Out Plastic”

A lot of people give their opinion about your beard, either to let it grow, or to cut it, but what do you prefer? With or without? - “I liked seeing myself with a beard, but without it l'm very comfortable. Maybe in the future I'll let it grow again”

Best part of football? - “Enjoy doing what I like doing the most”

Do you want Quevedo to return to music? - “Quevedo is a phenomenon... and above all canarian 🇮🇨” (admin agrees)

One of his friends named his dog Pedri 😂

Do you recommend visiting the Canary Islands? - “I am obliged to do so! My land is incredible”

How many kids do you want in the future? - “Well, more than one... but it's too early for that”

Pedri do you want in the future come to Poland? - “Why not? Let's see when Lewy invites me 😁”

Are you excited for your birthday??? - “Well... there's still a lot of time left”

Do you have pets? - “No. Maybe in a few years, a dog”

How is learning English going for you??? and what other languages would you like to learn? - “Let's see if I improve my level in September”

Do you go on TikTok a lot? - “Quite a lot, yes. I laugh a lot at some videos and I also find out a lot of things out on there”

How do you feel about the new Barça kit? - “I love it”

Prove that you’re not AI - “In the previous chat they already told me something similar. Pedri 1-0 AI”

Who can cook best in your family? - “My mother… without a doubt”

Can you cook? - “It’s better if i don’t… It’s a good thing that my mother and brother are cooks”

People confuse him and his brother sometimes

Thiago? - “We barely met, because he was on tour and I was in Barcelona… I am looking forward to meeting him”

Do you like Olmo’s hair? - “😂😂😂 That question would be for my hairdresser. I like that he came to Barça, because we get along very well and I am sure he brings a lot of things to the team. We’ve already seen it at the Euros” (personally I think Pedri should announce all new signings)

Will Barça win a sixtuple again? - “Hopefully soon… Although it’s very difficult…”

Did you celebrate Gavi’s bday with him? - “Well I congratulated him and not much more because he had a day off in his recovery”

What did your day look like? - “training in the morning, eat, rest and train in the afternoon”

What do you think of Fermin at the Olympics? - “I am following the Olympic Games because I like to watch almost all sports… Fermin is being the key and I hope he will come back with gold”

How do you go shopping? Is it difficult because of all the people? - “It is very complicated, yes. Sometimes with my parents and brother, or with my teammates… but I also shop online”

If you could choose a football legend to play with, who would you choose? - “Iniesta obviously, because he is my idol. But for a little change, for example Pele”

How did you feel to reach the Olympics final? - “It was a great joy… Although I am envious of these Games because there couldn’t be fans there in Tokyo because of the pandemic”

Hidden talents? - “Not that I know…”

Are you playing on Monday? - “No, not yet”

If you weren't a footballer, what would you probably be? - “Firefighter... or waiter in my parents' tavern. Although one day I helped them and I realized that it wasn't my thing”

He hasn’t trained under Flick yet (duh)

Movie/ series recommendation? - “I'm finishing Game of Thrones. This is nothing new, but the truth is that it is very good!”

What do you like to do in your spare time? - “Being at home, mainly” (same)

How was your childhood? “Very happy! In Tegueste, with my family and friends, like any other normal boy”

Do you ever go biking? - “No. We are not allowed to either”

What do you think of Duplantis, have you watched it? - “What he did was crazy”

Your mum is the best she is such a cutie - “Siii”

Tomorrow will you watch the men's olympic final ??? - “Yes, of course... and if I can, the women's match for Spain too”

Would you like to be the captain in the future? - “Of course I would like to”

What do you think about Asia? - “I know that they support me a lot from there and I would like to visit in the future... now it's not easy, because the seasons don't give a break and on vacation I prefer to rest close to home”

It's not too complicated to be famous I mean do people always have to stop you for photos? - “It's not easy, but it's not something that bothers me. I try to give photograph and sign autographs, because I remember when I was little and I asked for it”

Is your favorite food bananas? - “My favorite fruit. I love food a lot, although some of them I can't eat now because of my diet. For example, I really like sushi”

Does your brother annoy you sometimes?? - We get angry, like all brothers... But he's a very important person in my life”

Favourite sport other than football? - “Basketball or padel, for example”

Do you look forward to the next World Cup? - “Of course... Although there is still a lot of time left. Now we have to fight to win the maximum with Barça”

#i apologise for any wrong translation but i have just landed with two hours of sleep lmao #pedri #pedri gonzalez #fc barcelona #*residency

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cho-aaacho · 1 year ago

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(HC's) Bocchan Boyfriend! Gojo Satoru

Masterlist

Tags : Soft Gojo, Melancholy Gojo, Violinist Gojo, Secret Love, Forbidden Love, Backstreet, Boss/Employees relationship, Showering together, Kissing, Gojo is madly in love with you.

A/N : Bocchan means "Young Master."

You two have known each other since you were little. Because your dad is a head butler at the Gojo Clan. You've been living in Gojo mansion since you were three.

Although he was raised as a wealthy, old-money, and spoiled cute little boy, but he treated you better than he did to anyone else.

Perhaps because you are the only person of the same age in the mansion as him, or he just feels lonely?

He enjoys playing the violin, and he has a practice room. When you catch him playing the violin, you may see a different expression on his face. Serious, melancholy, with delightful finger motions.

He'll sometimes let you judge his performance, identify a few flaws in him, and then invite you to his music room. You'll be sitting on his favorite couch, listening to his violin performances.

His favorite instrument is Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake.

He loves afternoon tea, and you are the only person he trusts to take care of everything: tea leaves, sweet macarons, and cake. Don't worry; he has you!

Reading books by the window is also his favorite thing. His bedroom is on the second floor, so when you're in the garden, you can see him there, bathing in the rays of sunshine. Caresses his sweet silver hair.

He reads two books a day and spends like 4 hours reading them.

He wears a ring matching his two best friends, Suguru and Shoko. He also introduced them to you, saying they were the best things in his life.

When test week arrives, you'll often find him sleeping in an unexpected location, such as a kitchen table, living room, or fountain, because he enjoys studying and doesn't want to miss out on his school scores.

And you will approach him, covering his body with a blanket, you don't have the heart to wake him up.

"Thank you for always supporting me. I don't know what would happen to me if you didn't lend me your hand."

"You've been nice to me since we were kids. We aren't family at all, but you and your father are better than the Gojo clan itself."

"I always love your tea, and I don't want anyone else to replace you! Promise me you won't stop making tea for me."

"I've just realized the reason I'm still living in this mansion is because of you and your father. I hate this family and its hierarchy system. They always force me to do something."

Your relationship with him is more intense when he realizes that he's in love with you. Not only does he enjoy your tea, cake, and the way you treat him every day, but he loves you because you make him feel free; you make him view things in a new light.

It's because of you.

"During all those times I was acting as just your friend, in reality, I had wanted to get closer to you."

He loves to hug you while you make tea, and he would say, "Keep holding me tight."

Secretly loves to kiss you. Kissing you while you are asleep, watering the flower, cooking or anything else.

Sometimes when the head of the Gojo clan is not around, you'll sleep with him and cuddle.

...or maybe showering together.

When the head of the Gojo clan learned of your relationship with his heir, he separated you from him and transferred you to another Gojo mansion in a different prefecture.

Although you didn't want to leave Gojo Satoru behind, you accepted it. Because you are just you, after all. You will never be his.

He didn't know about that; initially, he thought that you had left him because you were bored with him or because you were already married to someone else.

He forces himself not to believe it, filling his head with the thought that you were studying abroad. But the head of the Gojo clan makes it worse by telling him a lie about the reason why you left.

"They already have a good life, Satoru. After all, they don't come from a royal family like ours. Just forget about them."

It hurts him, to be honest.

When he learns the truth, he goes insane and punches everyone and everything in the mansion. He threatens his father and the rest of the Gojo clan.

"Do you think I'm a rag doll that you can play with? I have a right to choose someone in my life, not you. You are not me, and I'm not you!"

"Let us exchange these rings, forget about everything, and run away. I'll throw my Gojo name."

He couldn't stop himself from hugging you when he finally found you. He pouring his sadness and longing into your presence. Despite his sadness, he tried his best to act strong.

But when you say, "Welcome home, Bocchan," he cries aloud.

Hey... I just want to say thank you for following this "boyfriend" series! I might be adding more characters in the future.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo headcanons #jjk gojo x reader

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cherrylng · 4 months ago

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Matt Bellamy's 2nd 20,000-character interview - Muse [ROCKIN'ON (November 2012)]

MUSE "The 2nd Law"

Interview by YUKIKO KOJIMA

A shocking evolution!

How can only Muse evolve against the laws of the universe? Matt talks about his upbringing, the formation of the band and all the albums in this definitive 20,000-character interview!

On October 3rd, Muse's sixth and latest album, "The 2nd Law", will finally drop in Japan. Their previous album, 2009's "The Resistance", reached number one across the board in 19 countries upon its release and even snatched a Grammy Award that year. Of all the young UK guitar rock acts of recent years, Muse were the only ones to achieve such a global-scale feat. How could Muse be the only band to achieve such a feat in a scene where there are calls for a ‘guitar rock crisis’? Why did Muse always defy the ‘principles of nature’ in such a way, and why did they continue to win, despite the public's view that they were ‘heretics’? The whole world is waiting with bated breath for the new album, which hints at what's to come ‘next’, and on the afternoon of September 6th we caught up with the band again at a studio in London, where they were rehearsing hard for their tour. Matthew Bellamy, who has been Muse's main songwriter since the early days of the band, tells us all about Muse. Growing up in a musical environment that was like an encyclopaedia of 50s-80s rock/pop music, with a father who was a former rock star. His first taste of electric guitar and blues rock at around the age of 11 or 12. This interview covers everything about Muse's evolution, including the history of the band before and after their debut, which was by no means an "easy path to success," and of course the behind-the-scenes stories (+secrets) of the production of all six albums. Read it in conjunction with the interview in the September issue, which already details "The 2nd Law", and you'll get a deeper understanding of where they are now. Next January, the band has just officially announced their ‘Live in Japan (January 12th + 13th @ Saitama Super Arena)’, which Matt revealed to us during this interview. Take this opportunity to witness Muse's ‘next’ before anyone else. -Yukiko Kojima

MATTHEW BELLAMY 20000 WORDS INTERVIEW

"It was the Cream album that got me into guitar. I guess my starting point was all in the album I listened to that day."

Today's interview will focus on you, the band's main songwriter, but will also be about ‘Muse's band/music history’ to date. 「Yeah, okay.」

Let's start with your musical history before Muse was formed. According to your public biography, you started piano lessons when you were around 6 years old and guitar practice when you were around 12. How did you first encounter musical instruments? 「I first came into contact with musical instruments when I was around 6 years old, when I started playing with the piano we had at home as a toy, so I didn't learn how to play formally from a proper teacher, like in a normal lesson. So I started playing an instrument purely for my own enjoyment. My parents wanted my brother to take formal piano lessons at first, but in his case, because he was forced to do so from childhood, he ended up hating playing the instrument (sarcastic laugh). My parents had such a painful past, so they tried to create an environment where I could discover the joy of music in a more natural way. They didn't pressure me to take piano or guitar lessons every day, but instead encouraged me to just naturally start playing with the instruments around me when I liked them, and eventually discover the joy of playing them myself. Thanks to that, my relationship with music is still very positive. I'm very grateful to my parents in that sense. I did learn some rudimentary playing techniques on the clarinet during music lessons at school when I was in primary school, though. That's the only time I've ever had any kind of formal lessons on an instrument. Everything else was self-taught, whether it was the guitar, which I started playing when I was about 11 or 12 out of curiosity, or the Hammond organ, Mellotron and synths, which I gradually got into after I started playing in school bands.」

I see. So what got you interested in rock/pop music in the first place? 「Probably…… It probably came from my family background, but my father was also a member of a rock band when I was younger (he was the guitarist for The Tornados, a popular 60s band that had the first ever number one hit single in the US with "Telstar" in British rock history), so he had a huge record collection. Thanks to that, my brother and I have grown up listening to all kinds of records from the 60s and 70s, rock, beat pop, blues, R&B, jazz, country, folk, and all kinds of genres every day from the time we were old enough to understand. Because of that environment, rock/pop music for me wasn't something quirky or special, it was just a normal part of my everyday life.」

So, what artist and what work awakened you to the ‘special and real joy of pop music’? 「Hmm…… I think it was Ray Charles' records that first introduced me to the joys of piano-based popular music.」

You were obsessed with Ray Charles at the age of 6?! 「No, I think I was already 7 or 8 years old by then.」

I think it's amazing to be a kid who's into Ray Charles at the age of 7 or 8. 「(laughs) Well, that's because I was into that kind of boogie style piano playing at that time. But at the same time, I was also listening to more rock/pop-oriented genres. Buddy Holly, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones. My father also liked American country rock like Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, so we often listened to that together. My father's musical tastes originally ranged from 50s rock ‘n’ roll to 60s and 70s rock. We had all kinds of records from that area at home. My mother's tastes, on the other hand, were more contemporary from a later generation, more synth pop from the 80s onwards. She loved Duran Duran, Ultravox, Eurythmics, Prince and especially Queen, and we had all their records, so I grew up listening to a lot of that 80s pop with my mother. So I had everything from 50s to 80s rock/pop at home, but I didn't have any classical music records at home. So I guess you could say that the classical-ish element was the only influence I could find and acquire on my own.」

So it was the ideal family environment for a music-loving boy. Who and what was the first record you bought yourself, for example? 「In my case, I didn't buy it myself, I just borrowed it one day from my brother's record collection (laughs). It was a Cream compilation album [1] that got me into rock electric guitar for the first time in my life. I was around 11 or 12, I think? One day I was going through a pile of analogue records and CDs in my brother's room and I found some Cream records. I thought, "Huh? Blues rock? Sounds interesting!" I started listening to them and got hooked, and that's when I started playing guitar myself. And that's when I started to seriously listen to my father talk about blues music theory and history for the first time in my life, and that's when I became interested in guitarists with a blues-like sensibility. That's when I got into Robert Johnson and Jimi Hendrix. So I guess you could say that my starting point as a rock musician all started with the Cream albums I listened to that day. I think that probably has a lot to do with the fact that I still stick to a three-piece band formation.」

Now that you mention it, both Cream and Jimi Hendrix were three-piece bands. So that's the reason why Muse started out as a three-piece band in the first place. Incidentally, your guitar playing has been recognised for its skill and original style since the early days of Muse. How did you acquire this kind of technique? You listened to Cream at the age of 12 and discovered the electric guitar. After that, you started playing in a school band. Who were the guitarists who inspired you? 「There are countless guitarists that have influenced me and that I like, but…… I'd have to say Tom Morello of Rage Against The Machine is at the top of the list. Of course, I still love Jimi Hendrix and Edge from U2, and I'm also really inspired by Johnny Marr's playing style from The Smiths. And if we're talking about the type of guitarist who isn't afraid to get into a kind of ‘crazy chaos’, I think Kurt Cobain of Nirvana is also a great expressionist. In the sense that he's not necessarily bound by technical rules when it comes to the bare emotion of rock ‘n’ roll on the guitar. I realised when I heard him play for the first time that it's better to tear up the rule book and throw it out the window, so you can let yourself go and create your own style of playing. I really think Kurt Cobain is an underrated guitarist.」

So what about your father, who is a professional musician? Didn't he teach you how to play when you started practising guitar? 「My father was waiting for me to develop an interest in the instrument on my own. He never mentioned the guitar before, but one day I was in the living room fiddling with the guitar, he came over and casually said, "This is how you hold down that chord," and taught me for the first time the basic concept of how to hold down the strings and how the right and left hands work together. But he said, "If I say any more than that, you'll pick up the playing habits of other people, which is not good, so it's better for you to find your own playing style naturally." So that's about the only guitar lessons I got from my father.」

By the way, when did you start to have the ambition of "wanting to become a professional musician in the future, join a rock band, and become successful!"? 「I had a vague idea that I wanted to be a musician eventually, from when I was about 9 years old. But at the time I thought I'd end up in a jazz band, not a rock band. I was just getting into clarinet and piano, so I thought I was more suited to a jazz band. I didn't become interested in rock bands until much later, when I started playing guitar around 11 or 12 years old and met Dom, who was in a local school band at the time. Dom was already a big rock fanatic even back then. Dom was already drumming in a band called Gothic Plague when I met him, and he invited me to join Gothic Plague, which was my first foray into rock as a musician.」

Before forming Muse, you and Dom were playing live in various local bands in your hometown of Teignmouth. Was that when you met Chris, who later joined Muse? 「Yes, Dom and I were in a four-piece band called Gothic Plague at the time, and Chris was in Carnage Mayhem as a drummer. Chris's Carnage Mayhem often played live as an opening act for our band Gothic Plague back then. And we also rehearsed in the same rehearsal space, so it wasn't long before we started hanging out with the band members. Chris became closer friends with us than the other members of his band, which made it easier for us to bring him on when the other members of Gothic Plague left later, hahahaha……」

(laughs). So, what style of music were you playing when you were in bands like Gothic Plague before Muse? The last time I interviewed you, you revealed some shocking information from your past, saying "There was a time when I was playing funk," which surprised me. Because Muse's dark, tense musicality and funk's light-hearted, continental groove are the polar opposites of each other, aren't they? 「I think I may have worded that a little wrong……. We were a cover band back then, so our live repertoire consisted of covers of other people's songs. We did a lot of indie rock covers, like Wedding Present, Ned's Atomic Dustbin, Nirvana, Sonic Youth, Mega City 4 and Senseless Things. In particular, Dom and I were big fans of Senseless Things at the time, and Morgan (Nicholls, former member of Senseless Things) started participating as a member of Muse's touring band around 2004 (he plays keyboards, bass and back chorus at Muse shows). We asked him to join us because we've been big fans of theirs since we were boys. ……So, well, to get back to your question earlier, I meant that the band that Dom and I were in at the time had funk-like songs as part of the repertoire that was formed by the various styles of music that we were covering. I didn't necessarily mean the ‘local bands that only played funk’ that were all over the place around Teignmouth at the time.」

However, in a previous interview, Dom called that period a "dark history". 「(LOL). But you know, generally speaking, the best thing about bands playing funk music is that they're very good performers. I think it was a great chance for us to hone our playing technique, because we were a cover band at that time, playing any kind of music, regardless of genre. So I personally am not ashamed of that period.」

(laughs) So it's not a dark history for you. I understand. So after the cover band period, when and what prompted you to start exploring the ‘Muse-like sound’ that you would later develop? 「I thought, ‘Instead of being a cover band forever, why don't we write our own original songs?’ This is something I've been thinking ever since Dom invited me to join Gothic Plague. I had started to develop some ideas for songs around that time. I suggested it to the other members a few times, but Marcus [2], the vocalist at the time, and Andrew, the bass player, weren't interested at all. I even went to Marcus' house once and played with him some song ideas I had been working on, and asked him if we could write a song together, but he turned me away with the words "I'm not interested in those songs" (sarcastic laugh). But only Dom was very supportive of my idea from the start and was very enthusiastic about it. So from then on, the four members split into two groups, and sometimes Dom and I would rehearse separately without telling the other members. It was when the vocalist and bassist left that Dom and I started to realise our secret dream. It wasn't that we kicked them out, though. Marcus and Andrew both quit the band at that time because they wanted to get proper jobs. So when those two left, we decided we had to break up Gothic Plague, and that's when me and Dom started doing our first real sessions together. I think Dom and I were about 15 years old. So it was around that time that we started to concentrate on writing original songs and creating sounds as a completely new band.」

Is that when you started doing vocals? 「Yes, we started off as a two-piece with Dom as drummer and me as guitarist, so someone had to sing, so I started singing myself. To be honest, I didn't want to be the lead vocalist, although I had a great desire to write songs. So when we started looking for new members after that, I was looking for another vocalist along with the bassist, but we couldn't find a vocalist who would fit our sound, so I ended up doing it myself. That's actually how I ended up being the frontman of the band, even though I'm morbidly shy. A few months later, I invited Chris to join as bassist, and over the next six months or so the three of us continued to play together and gradually developed our own band sound.」

"At the time, British labels were still looking for ‘pop bands like Oasis and Blur’. If we'd turned to a menswear-style sound back then, Muse's history would have been completely different."

It was only then that the current three-piece band came together and the band format "Muse" was born. So you guys were already sounding like Muse back then? 「No, our sound at the time was nothing like Muse. We had a more experimental, progressive sound with riffs, improvisation and jamming, and a lot of instrumental tracks with minimal vocal parts. At the time, every song was over 15 minutes long (laughs). It was more like Pink Floyd or Rush, a very progressive sound. And then I got out of the phase where I was only writing songs in that style and started writing songs that would later become Muse, rock songs with a clear structure like "Cave" and "Muscle Museum", when I was around 17-18 years old. Both songs are on the first Muse album. So I guess you could say that the origins of the current Muse sound all came from these two songs.」

I understand. So after that, you guys briefly called yourself Rocket Baby Dolls, and then around 1995, you changed your name to Muse, which is what you are now. At the same time, you decided to drop out of the local college and concentrate on the band professionally. Over the next few years you guys built up a fan base by touring the UK playing countless shows. 「Yeah, it was the only way we could do it as a fledgling band at the time. Back then, we were happy to go and play at any pub, even the smallest bar in the middle of nowhere, if we were offered a gig. I don't think there was a single small venue in the UK that we didn't play at. We experienced both the fun and the miserable aspects of touring the countryside back then (laughs). In fact, I think those days touring the countryside were a great chance for us to develop our skills as a live band, and I think it was a great experience in that sense too.」

After spending time touring around the countryside, the "Muscle Museum EP" was released on the indie label Dangerous in 1998. The EP suddenly reached No. 3 in the UK indie charts and was the band's first chance to make a name for themselves. Despite the fact that Muse had become the centre of attention from the national media, UK record labels at the time were reluctant to sign the band. 1998 was right in the latter stages of Britpop, so do you think Muse's early struggles with signing contracts were related to that situation? 「Yes, I think the situation of the scene had a lot to do with it. Around 1996, Britpop was coming to an end, but labels all over the UK were still looking for ‘pop bands that sounded like Oasis or Blur’ when signing new artists. Come to think of it, menswear was all the rage at the time…… If we'd turned to a menswear-style sound back then, Muse's history would probably have been completely different.」

That's a bit much (laughs). 「(laughs) Anyway, that's why the UK music industry has always been trend-driven. A newcomer like Muse who made a sound outside the mainstream was a big risk for any UK label at the time. That's why we didn't care about any country's label, and we decided to try out for a newcomer showcase event in Manchester at the time, just to test our mettle. At that time, none of the UK labels that attended the event were interested in Muse, but several American labels made very enthusiastic offers. After that, they started inviting us to showcase events for American labels in New York and LA. After three US labels continued to fight for us for a while, we finally chose Maverick (a label under Warner, then run by Madonna. They officially signed a contract with Muse in December 1998).」

Come to think of it, Muse was signed to different labels in different countries, and the band's popularity was also higher in European countries and Japan than in their home country of the UK, which was unusual for a UK band at the time. 「That was certainly the case…… Maverick was only in North America, then Avex in Japan, then we were signed with France, Germany, Scandinavia and other European countries, and finally we were signed with Mushroom in our home country, the UK. It was a great experience for us to sign contracts in different countries at that time. It also meant that we could get a good grasp of the differences in the reactions to Muse in each country. Anyway, we were able to realise at that time that Muse in the early days were more hated by the industry in the UK than in any other country in the world (laughs). Thanks to that, from then on we started to look at our band activities from a more international point of view, rather than focusing on success only in our own country. I think the change in attitude during that period was a great benefit for Muse going forward. Our musical horizons have broadened a lot since then. It's also in the sense that we're no longer trapped in the "homegrown, in-house sound" that so many UK bands fall into.」

"The reason our sound completely changed with "Origin" was because we did Magic Mushrooms (laughs). He [John Leckie] emphasised that this was the only way to break out of our shell."

Speaking of a home-grown sound, when you first debuted with Muse, you must have disliked the Britpop bands a lot? I've heard that the slogan your fans shouted at early Muse shows was "Fuck Oasis!" 「(laughing out loud) But I personally loved Suede. Their first album was one of my favourite releases at the time. And I don't think Blur is bad either. I think they did some interesting things musically, even if they were a bit too pop for my taste. They were ultimately a pop band, and that's fine, isn't it? But when it comes to Oasis, well…… musically they were too traditional, or what can I say…… (desperately searching for words) [3]」

(laughs) So it's not to your taste, then. Now let's go back to Muse again, circa 1998. After signing with Maverick at the end of 1998, you went into the studio at the beginning of the following year to work on your first album, Showbiz, with John Leckie as producer. The album's ‘guitar rock that combines aggression, melancholia and European grandeur’ was both incredibly unorthodox and innovative at a time in the UK when everyone wanted to sound like Britpop. What did the first album mean to you? Was it an antidote to the UK scene at the time? 「Hmm…… Of course we were uncomfortable with the UK scene at the time. But at that time, we were still more concerned with shaping our own sound, so it wasn't an album with that kind of message. The songs on that album were written as we were developing as a live band from the age of 15 to 18. With the debut album, it was more important for us to put those songs into a clear form as Muse for the first time. It was also our first time making an album. It was all new to us, what it was like to make an album, what the actual studio work was like. So we didn't really have a sound concept, and we started with a very diverse musical style and an anything-goes attitude. From the 40-50 original songs we had when we went into the studio, we carefully selected 12 songs, regardless of musical style, and recorded them in a way that was close to our live sound at the time, and that was our first album. Even the songs "Cave" and "Muscle Museum" on that album are almost the same as the versions released as EPs before we signed with Maverick. In other words, that album was a kind of a milestone in Muse's formative years. Around that time, John Leckie first encouraged me to listen to artists I hadn't heard before, like Tom Waits, and I was also discovering a lot of new music at the time. So maybe we were still in a transitional period in that sense.」

“"Black Holes" was actually one of the hardest records to make. We thought we had done everything we could do as a guitar band.”

Speaking of the first album period, the British media at the time often compared Muse to Radiohead because of the use of John Leckie on that album. How did you feel about the British media's preconceived notions? 「I thought it was a harsh comparison for a new band. I think it was because we used John Leckie on that album, and because I have a high-pitched voice, similar to Thom Yorke's. I thought it was really unfair that they treated us as followers just for that reason, and to have such a preconceived review written about me without even listening to the album properly. I was born with this kind of voice, and the way I sing with this kind of high tonal range was actually influenced by Jeff Buckley. So, as I said before, the early Muse, at least up until the first album, was really disliked by the UK media and people in the industry. I guess we were a difficult newcomer to deal with because we were doing music that was completely different from the UK groove of the time. In fact, the response to our early albums was much better in European countries like France and Italy, and in Japan. We ourselves felt that at the time we released that debut album, we didn't function as a band in the UK…… and we felt frustrated. I think it wasn't until our second album that Muse started to get proper recognition in our home country of the UK.」

So let's talk about that second album period here. Muse suddenly underwent a major transformation with the release of the second album, "Origin of Symmetry," in 2001, establishing a truly original Muse sound - the "ultimate form of new-generation guitar rock." What was it about that period that led you to develop your own musical identity for the first time? 「The reason we got our musical identity at that time was because of the change in our mindset during the tour after the release of our first album. We were touring in front of audiences all over the world at that time, and we were slowly getting to know what our sound was all about. When we were making our first album, we didn't even know what direction we wanted to go in, and at that point we weren't sure if we should go in a softer acoustic direction or a harder guitar rock direction. It was a situation where we could go either way, and we ourselves couldn't decide which direction to go in, but after that tour, when we played in front of crowds all over the world every night, our live sound started to lean more and more towards harder and heavier guitar rock. In the case of "Origin", all the songwriting and recording was done at the same time as the world tour. The album itself was sort of born out of the live sound during that period of touring. Even the hard rock-leaning songs like "Plug in Baby" and "New Born" were all written during that tour. The system for writing new songs and recording the songs on that album was to find a studio and record them in each of the places we were touring. It was a very intense and hard situation, but it turned out to be good for our sound.」

At the same time, the second album "Origin" was very innovative in terms of sound, with the first major introduction of the pipe organ, the use of outlandish chord progressions and guitar techniques that would be unthinkable for ordinary people, and the use of bass lines as the lead instrument in songs despite it being guitar rock. Why did your ‘mindset towards music’ suddenly change so drastically during that period? 「Hmmm…… I don't know if I'm allowed to say this in a place like this, but…… (after hesitating for a while), maybe it was because we were doing Magic Mushrooms at that time of year, at the suggestion of John Leckie. [4]」

So those crazy bursts of imagination were Magic Mushrooms! 「(laughs) Because John Leckie was very keen to recommend it to us while we were recording. He said, "Try eating this to awaken brain cells you haven't used before. You'll be freed from your normal perspective and you'll see yourself differently from outside the box. Your approach to instruments will change completely." John Leckie has a very 60s, hippie sensibility in that sense. He emphasises that this is the only way to break out of your shell.」

(laughs) So it was all John Leckie's fault. 「(laughs) Yeah. It was also the time when I first became aware of 19th century classical music. That's when I first wanted to try to bring that kind of operatic grandeur to our rock music and create a new sound. It was also when my vocal style started to change from the way I sang in the early days. I think the change is most evident in songs like "Micro Cuts". From that time onwards, I started to sing less like a regular rock singer and more like an operatic soprano singer. It was also around that time that I started practising the pipe organ for the first time. I think the reason why our mind-set changed like that was because we got a lot of flak from the media in our own country during the period of our first album, and that made us think, "I don't care what other people think anymore. From now on, we're just going to do what we want to do". Regardless of which of those reasons triggered it, that second album was certainly a big turning point for us. Since then, the scale of our tours also changed from small venues with a few hundred people at the beginning to venues with several thousand people. So that album got a lot of recognition in Europe, Japan and Australia (it was the first UK album to make the top three in the UK), but it wasn't very well received in the US…… When the album was released, there was a dispute with the US label, and it ended up not being released (Muse refused Maverick's unreasonable request that Matt's falsetto be reduced on the album to make it more radio-friendly. Muse left Maverick). So at that point, Muse was as good as completely extinct on the US scene (wry smile).」

However, Muse's third album, "Absolution," released two years later, also reached #1 in the US on Billboard's Heatseekers chart! And also #1 in the UK and France! And in other European countries, Muse made a spectacular comeback, reaching the top three, of course. This album contains elements of symphonic rock, classical music, and electronic music, and features many of the signature sounds that would later be called "Muse's trademark." What was the reason why your creativity blossomed so vigorously during this third album period? 「I think one of the biggest factors in the production of "Absolution" was that we were free from the touring days of the past, and for the first time we were able to lock ourselves in the studio and really work on it. As I mentioned earlier, the songwriting and recording sessions for "Origin" were all done at the same time as the world tour, so we didn't have the time to carefully work out the details of the sound. That's why the second album had such a live-oriented style. On the other hand, when we made "Absolution", for the first time since the band was formed, we were able to take a break from touring and take our time and concentrate on making the album. We could afford to experiment with studio work, which we had wanted to try for a long time. In other words, "Absolution" was the first album where Muse were able to explore its potential as a studio band. Also, lyrically, the album started to contain more socially relevant material. The 9/11 attacks in 2001 were a big shock to me and had a big impact on my worldview. It was around the time of the third album that I started to want to express this change in perspective through our music and lyrics. I wouldn't call "Absolution" a political album, though. It's true that our view of our music and lyrics became much more serious after that period.」

I understand. Well, it seems that time is running out, so let's move on to your fourth album, "Black Holes and Revelations" (2006). You started working on this album in a chateau in France, and then spent a long time in different studios in New York, Milan and London. During the making of this album, you guys learned studio techniques for the first time - in other words, was this album an important turning point for Muse in terms of creativity? 「Yes, at the same time it was one of the hardest albums for us to make, actually. At the time, I was hitting a wall creatively for the first time in my life, and I had no idea what to do next. After two albums, "Origin" and "Absolution", I thought we had done everything we could do as a guitar band. We couldn't write new songs in the guitar band format anymore. So when we started working on the fourth album, we had to start by looking for new ideas, something that would take Muse to the next level. That's why the production of "Black Holes" took so long. The breakthrough for us was the fundamental idea that "we have to break away from our previous band format." I was playing guitar, Dom was playing drums, Chris was playing bass, it was already the formula of Muse at that point. I felt that we couldn't go any further if we continued in the same way. So, at the time of that album, I started to write songs more with piano and synths and other instruments, rather than sticking to the guitar-driven songwriting that we had been doing up until that point. "Supermassive Black Hole" was also a song written mainly with programming and vocal chords, and all the members started to play different instruments from their previous ones. By changing the way we wrote songs, we tried to fundamentally change the formula of Muse as a three-piece guitar band. And because the dynamics of the band changed during that period, we needed another member for live shows, so we asked Morgan (a former member of the aforementioned Senseless Things) to join us. Unlike playing in the studio, live performances don't allow the same members of the band to play different instruments at the same time. In that sense, the fourth album was a big turning point for us.」

"The starting point for the latest album was that we wanted to explore a personal point of view. It's diverse in style, but it's an honest album that reflects who we are at the moment."

Now let's swiftly move on to your fifth album, "The Resistance", released in 2009. As soon as it was released, the album reached number one in 19 countries around the world and was the first album to enter the top three on the US album charts. It also won the Grammy Award for ‘Best Rock Album’ the following year. At the same time, this album was one of the most wide-ranging Muse albums to date, but what does it mean to you guys? 「For us, "The Resistance" was a record that broadened the horizons of the new Muse that began with the last album, "Black Holes", and pushed us even further beyond that. It was an album where we aimed to go even further than we did with our fourth album, where we grew dramatically as studio musicians and producers. So there are quite a few songs on that album that can't be reproduced live, like the three suites from "Exogenesis: Symphony", which cannot be reproduced exactly as they are on the album in a live performance. "The Resistance" is an album that was not originally made with a live show in mind, but rather an album that focused on perfection as a studio album. At the same time, it's also very conceptual in terms of lyrics, and I've been able to focus on what I want to convey to the audience. In that sense, that album was one where the quality of the studio work was more important than anything else. We decided to completely self-produce the album because we wanted to find out what direction Muse would take in the future, without any outside influence. What exactly is Muse? We wanted to find out for ourselves. In a way, the album was also a search for the answer to that question.」

I understand. Now let's talk about your sixth album "The 2nd Law", which will finally be released. This album is one of the most artistically adventurous and stimulating Muse albums to date. What does this latest album mean to you, the creators of this album? 「The starting point for this latest album was to take another turn from the direction we had pursued with "Black Holes" and "The Resistance", and to push further into the personal point of view that we had expressed on our first album. The titles and lyrics certainly have a lot of social and hard science overtones, but the content is all written from a very emotional point of view. The musical style of the songs on the album is the most varied to date, but the sound structure itself wasn't created with a complex concept in mind. It's a very honest album, a reflection of who we are at the moment. So in the case of this album, I'm confident that we can reproduce almost all of the songs live. With "The Resistance", there were more than half of the songs that I thought…… I think it would never work live, no matter how we tried (laughs). So this latest album is also a reaction against ourselves in the past few albums. It was also meaningful to bring Muse back to simplicity, which we had made more and more complex in the process from "Black Holes" to "The Resistance".」

Finally, what are your plans for the future? Muse's live activities will finally resume with a UK & European tour starting in early October. When do you think this will develop into a world tour, including Japan? When I last asked Dom and Chris, they assured me that "We will definitely do a live show in Japan next year!". 「Yeah, at the moment we are talking about doing a show in Japan around January next year. Right now, it seems that it depends on the timing of whether we can actually transport all of our equipment to Japan at that time. It's right after Christmas and New Year's, so it might take a while to get them there. So as long as we can clear that up, we should be able to come to Japan around the 11th or 12th of January. We're looking forward to it and we're excited about it.」

Will you descend on stage in a model UFO, as you recently confessed in a British magazine? 「If the venue would let me (laughs), of course I'd love to do it.」

Translator's Note: It's been over a month since I last posted a translated interview. This one was a really long one, and on top of being on holiday abroad and coming back sick, I barely managed to have the energy to look through the translations and edit them accordingly. So, sorry about this being long overdue.

This is actually the second time Matt has done a 20,000 character interview with Rockin'On. The first long interview with Rockin'On was released back in October 2001, and said interview was reissued into the August 2010 magazine.

[1] I don't really know which Cream compilation album that Matt was talking about, given that by the year and age that he discovered it (1990 at age 11-12), there were already 3 compilation albums released by Cream (Best of Cream, Heavy Cream, and Strange Brew: The Very Best of Cream). And that doesn't count in the 2 live compilation albums also released by that time.

[2] While the name of the members that made up Gothic Plague were already known on Musewiki, this is actually the first physical proof of what their positions in the band (Marcus = Vocals, Paul = Guitar, Andy = Bass). Not even Matt's photo of the itinerary for a Talent Content in 1991 had written what instruments/position Marcus, Andy, and Paul played as.

[3] You finally heard it here, folks. When it comes to Britpop, Matt likes Suede and Blur more than Oasis LMAO

[4] Now everyone, thank John Leckie for introducing to the boys to magic mushrooms. And only magic mushrooms, thankfully.

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#Matt Bellamy #Dom Howard #Chris Wolstenholme #Muse #Muse band #The 2nd Law era #my scan #translation #interview #ROCKIN'ON #ROCKIN'ON November 2012

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thedeathlysallows · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader (previously established as Sugar Plum)

Summary: And I'm standing here handing you my heart 'cause I couldn't wait anymore

Warnings: depressed reader, angst, smut. Loki using his shadow magic for nsfw purposes, degredation, spanking, bondage, possessive!Loki, hair pulling. Warnings aren't exhaustive

Here's a part 2 to Santa Baby for y'all. I hope it lives up to expectations!

The year passes by in a dull, painful blur of building toys, spreading Christmas cheer, and ignoring the ache in your chest that appears any time you think about Loki.

No phone call.

No letter.

Nothing.

All you have is the ghost of a memory that fades with each excruciatingly boring day.

You can't even practice your magic properly... since... ya know... he was your teacher. Honestly, someone should've picked up on that. You're not your brother who takes everything in stride and seems to perfect everything with the ease expected of a future Santa Claus. You aren't your mother who just knows what to do to make someone feel better and keeps the elves satisfied and cheery without breaking a sweat. You aren't your father who is Santa Claus and brings joy to every living being across the nine realms.

You're... an imposter in a family of saints.

No wonder Loki ditched you as soon as he fucked you.

That's all you deserve.

To be used and tossed aside.

"You okay over there, sugar plum?" Sprinkle peers at you with curious eyes and rosy cheeks.

You clear your throat and straighten your dress. "Just fine, Sprinkle. How's the blushing bride?"

Sprinkle perks up even more, her mouth stretching into a wide smile. "She's perfect! I love Mrs. Claus more than anything in the whole world, but I think your brother picked a good girl! She'll be the perfect Mrs. Claus when your parents retire and pass the title!"

Sprinkle continues chattering but you block her out. You love Sprinkle, you really do, but it's difficult to listen to her go on and on about how perfect your brother's soon to be wife is. You know how perfect she is. You knew it the moment she stepped foot in the North Pole. You could sense it. Sprinkle is right; she will be the perfect Mrs. Claus one day. She'll have beautiful children who will one day also pick the perfect spouse and the tradition will keep going for as long as the world still spins.

And you'll be somewhere watching.

"I need to go. I can hear them starting the music." You cut off Sprinkle before your chest can cave in from the nasty feeling brewing deep inside you.

Anxiety, Doctor Jolly called it.

(You aren't sure about him with his credentials being from Gumdrop University, but your dad swears he's "the best in the biz". You're pretty sure your dad only says that because good ol' Dr. Jolly always prescribes hot chocolate for almost any ailment of your dad's.)

You wind your way through the labyrinth that is your home, meeting the rest of your family at the front entryway. Red and green garland wrap around every available surface, silver tinsel dripping off various fixtures. If this was your wedding you probably would've requested more decorations, but Holly wanted to downplay the whole "Santa thing" as she called it.

"My family thinks they're in Canada," she confided in you last week. "I couldn't tell them the truth, could I?"

No, she couldn't, but you still feel bad she had to lie to her family.

And all for your brother.

Ew.

"Oh, sugar plum, there you are!" Your mother reaches out for you, running her eyes over your perfectly pleated red dress before nodding to herself. "Sprinkle did a wonderful job."

"As usual." You give her a tense smile and turn to Holly. "How are you?"

She nods, looking flushed and excited. "I'm good! I've been waiting months!"

Months.

Holly and your brother have known each other for months.

Loki's known you practically your entire life and you can't get him to talk to you anymore.

"-go sit down," your mother says.

You've clearly caught the tail end of a conversation, but you can't find it in you to care. She tugs on you, wrapping her hand in the crook of your elbow before stepping through the heavy oak doors to head into what your mother affectionately calls "the entertaining room". It sort of reminds you of the throne room in Asgard, but less austere and more homey with all the dark wood and soft fire light. It's decorated similar to the entry hall, with red, green, and silver covering everything. A giant Christmas tree sits in front of the staircase with yellow twinkling lights and various handmade ornaments.

"They made it after all, how lovely!" Your mother nudges you in the side, forcing you to look up from the red aisle runner.

You follow your mother's line of vision only to meet Thor's eyes. He gives you a broad smile and whispers something to the brunette woman sitting on his left side. She looks completely awestruck, taking in everything. Whoever she is, she must mean a lot to Thor if he risked bringing her to the wedding.

You look to Thor's right and your throat constricts. Loki sits with his back straight and legs crossed, lips curved down in a bored frown. He looks up at the same time you and your mother take your seats in the front row. Not even the comfy cream and silver chairs the elves worked so hard on for the wedding can relax you. Loki's eyes burn holes in the back of your skull through the entire ceremony. You even miss your dad pronouncing the happy couple man and wife, you're so desperate to find an escape route.

For an entire year you wanted so desperately for him to say anything to you, and now all you can think about is getting away.

How brave of you.

Face your problems head on, Doctor Jolly told you months ago. It sounded nice at the time. Helpful even. Now? Now not so much.

No, you'll make the rounds at your parents' side and then go hide in your room.

Good?

Good.

The assembled crowd migrates to the dining room and you try to lose Loki in the throng of bodies. Much to your displeasure, it doesn't work at all. In fact, it's like he's zeroed in on you and nothing can distract him from stalking you in the giant room. You dance around him, downing one glass of champagne followed by two more. Eventually, you lose him and feel your shoulders relax.

"Hello, sugar plum," Loki's low voice purrs in your ear.

The tension in your body comes back immediately. "What the fuck do you want?"

He puts his hand over his heart. "How nasty. Is that any way to treat an honored guest?"

"Honored guest?"

"That's what the invitation said."

"Well I sure as shit didn't write that." You pluck a sugar cookie off the tray of a passing elf. "If it had been up to me it would've said something like "stupid liars need not show up"."

He raises a brow. "Stupid liars?"

"Yeah, well, it's a work in progress. But you get the idea!"

"No, actually, I don't believe I do. What exactly did I lie about?"

"Good question! You-" you bite off the cookie, trying to buy yourself some time. Loki just looks at you, half expectant, half amused.

"Admit it," he goads you. "I haven't lied to you."

"You took my virginity," you accuse.

Loki shrugs nonchalantly. "Something anyone could've done, sugar plum."

"But they didn't!" A few people turn their heads curiously in your direction when they hear your raised voice, and your skin heats up in embarrassment. "I didn't let anyone else. I let you and then you just left me."

Loki's mask of cool indifference falters for a second before he slips it back in place. "Did it not occur to you that I was otherwise occupied?"

"Oh, so you finally made that move on Sif now that she's free from Thor?"

"Of all the stupid, childish things to come out of your mouth, that one might earn the top spot." Loki bends so his lips are right at your ear. "It's been no one but you for a year, sugar plum. Shall I prove it?"

You shove him away and tilt your chin in defiance. "Fuck off, Loki. I don't need you."

Without sparing a look back, you leave the dining room and head to your bedroom. You'd rather be alone forever than spend another second in a room with Loki. Besides, everyone is so busy with your brother and Holly that they won't notice you're gone.

Once in the safety of your bedroom, you strip out of your dress, the heavy red velvet pooling around your ankles. A simple green bathrobe sits on the edge of your bed, but before you can grab it, long fingers wrap around your wrist. Loki tugs you toward him with ease.

"I've certainly missed this sight," he purrs.

"How did you-"

"Magic, sugar plum. You would've sensed me sooner had you been practicing with your own."

"Sorry, my teacher fucked me and dumped me, so I've been a bit depressed."

Loki hums. "Yes, so Sprinkle cornered me and told me."

You genuinely have nothing else to say. An entire year of dreaming of this moment, and now it's here, and you can't think of a single thing to say.

"Speechless, darling? I do tend to have that effect on women." He's teasing you, trying to get you to say something, but you still can't find the words. "Come now, sugar plum. I'm sure you have more to say to me."

You open your mouth only to close it before opening it again. "I don't."

"Not even if I said I've missed you every second this past year? Not even if I said losing my mother didn't even compare to losing you?"

You heard about Frigga dying. You even attended her funeral. Loki had been nowhere in sight.

"I wanted you," he continues. "Every second of every day."

"You're lying," you say.

"How can you be so certain?"

"Because..." You swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the tears. "I'm nothing. I'm no one."

"Who's the liar now?"

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. "You know it's the truth."

Green flames flicker and dance in the depths of his gaze. "I've met many beings in my life, sugar plum, and most of them never deserved to exist. But you? You're not one of them."

"Loki, I don't feel-"

"No, you never do. You never feel anything, do you?" He's angry as he pulls you into his chest, his long fingers leaving their mark on the bare skin of your hips. "If you refuse to help yourself, sugar plum, I suppose it's up to me."

He walks you backwards until the backs of your thighs meet your soft bed. The two of you topple over onto it, Loki's body still pressed firmly to your own. Through his finely pressed suit you can feel every single inch of him. What little bit of his skin is exposed is hot, feverish almost.

"I wasn't avoiding you," Loki says with a snarl.

He presses hot kisses to the column of your throat in between words. Something cold and almost mist-like wraps around your wrists, pinning them in place. You look to either side and see large shadows the same shape as Loki looming over you. That's what holds your wrists down. That's what slithers across your breasts, toying with your nipples and leaving goosebumps all over your skin. His shadows.

You struggle to catch your breath. "Then what were you doing?"

"Preparing, darling."

"For what?"

Loki hums, trailing his fingers from your hips to the insides of your thighs. His touch is light, teasing. "For you. You're mine."

"Y-yours?"

He nods. "Mine."

He spreads your thighs, dragging a finger over your slit. His shadows still hold you firmly in place, allowing their master to do as he wishes with your exposed body.

"Tell me, darling," Loki purrs in your ear as he sinks two fingers deep in your cunt. "Why would I want anything that isn't absolutely perfect?"

You bite back a moan and squeeze your eyes shut. You've wanted this, dreamt of this, for a year... and now you're totally overwhelmed to have his attention again. As Loki's fingers pump in and out of you, you arch your back, your brain going foggy with lust.

"You're a goddess," he continues. His lips are right by your ear and he nips at your earlobe. "I've been searching for a place worthy of us for the past year. You were made to rule by my side."

Loki leans back, a flash of green momentarily joining the warm orange glow of the fireplace. His clothes disappear in the flash and he's back on you in a second.

"You were made for me," Loki whispers. The firelight catches the sharp angles of his face, softening his expression. His shadows disappear and it's just the two of you now. Loki withdraws his fingers from your cunt and strokes his cock. "Yes?"

You nod, eager to have him inside you. "Yes!"

"Mmm, good girl."

He flips you over onto your front and grips your ass, fingertips digging into your flesh. His cock prods and your soaked entrance and you moan into the sheets. One of his palms moves to rest against the small of your back while he uses the other to guide himself inside you. It feels so good, so right, to have Loki buried to the hilt inside you. You feel full. Complete.

"Loki," you moan out as you arch your back, fucking yourself on his cock. "Please!"

Loki strokes your hair before grabbing a fistful and yanking your head back. "So pretty when you beg, sugar plum. But a good whore uses her words. Tell me exactly what you want."

You continue bouncing your ass on his cock, desperate for any sort of friction. "Please, Loki, please fuck me please!"

"Is that all? You just want me to fuck you? Is that all you're worth? A hole for me to come in and throw away after?"

"Y-yes." It comes out as a question more than a statement.

Loki's hand comes down on your ass, a loud slap echoing through the room. "Wrong. What did I tell you that you are?"

"A goddess!"

"What else?"

When you take too long to answer he smacks your ass again. "What else?!"

"Yours," you cry out. "I'm yours."

Loki snaps his hips forward, meeting your own desperate grinding. "Fuck yes you are."

You let your upper body fall forward, relaxing into his smooth movements as he fucks into your cunt. He's thick and hard inside you and reaches spots you didn't even know existed. Your mind goes absolutely blank until the only thing that exists is the sensation of Loki inside you. He moans your name, praises falling from his lips.

So good, he says. Mine. All mine.

"L-Loki..." you gasp out his name as your orgasm washes through you, leaving your body tingling in its wake.

"Yes," Loki groans. "My perfect girl."

His cock twitches inside you as he comes, his body draping over yours in the aftermath of his own orgasm. His chest rises and falls quickly as he rolls to his side and pulls you with him.

"Are you leaving now?" You hate how small your voice sounds when you ask the question, but Loki's answer has you sighing in relief.

"Never again, sugar plum. As I said earlier, you're mine. Now and forever. In every lifetime."

#loki x reader #loki smut #loki x you #loki fanfiction #loki layfeyson imagine

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zorrash · 2 months ago

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about me!

YO! i'm zorrash, but amongst humans i go by julian. both are perfectly acceptable, as are nicknames. i'm a 26 year old transmasc otherkin butch. the pronouns i like to use are:

he/him/his/himself

drae/drae/draer/draerself

claw/claw/claws/clawself

after mostly abandoning social media for a few years, i'm back! i'm here to share some of my writing and experiences (and of course to reblog spam) :D this is a general blog, just with a lot of otherkin content!

my only dni is that i ask that you be 18+ to follow, as the blog may occasionally contain mature content! reblogs and likes are ok. :)

more info below!

kintypes!

i'm a bronze-heritage dragonborn ranger! i'm always happy to talk about it with people. it's my main kintype; i consider myself to physically be a dragonborn, with one major difference from 'canon' being that i have a tail. though i only recently learned the terms for it, i've felt this to be true since i first learned about d&d at all!

my other kintypes are:

gemsbok

african wild ass

king vulture

thunderstorms

currently kinsidering snappers from flight rising, as well!

as i'm still exploring and learning, this list might grow and change in the future

interests!

of course, i love hiking and geocaching! i also have an interest in collecting various oddities and antiques, and an interest in taxidermy though i can't do it myself. i also also am interested in animal welfare, training, and handling (and animals in general, of course).

other interests include sociology, history, mythology, vintage + retro technology, retro cars, reading, plushies, cookery & mixology, and postfurry!

when it comes to film, i have a real soft spot for horror, animation, and documentaries of all kinds. practical effects and stop motion are the way to my heart, no matter how cheesy they are. i also quite like historical drama. my show tastes are fairly similar, and lately, i've been particularly obsessed with better call saul. i watch some anime, but don't know most of the ones that are popular these days.

when it comes to music, i listen to practically everything. i believe that every genre has something to offer, so i explore and try to expand my horizons constantly. i love delving into the new and obscure, so never hesitate to make recommendations!

and finally, with games, it should come as no surprise that i love ttrpgs and games inspired by them (but, funnily, have not played through baldur's gate 3). otherwise, i play a lot of puzzle, rhythm, and horror games!

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impracticalv2 · 4 months ago

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This app and the people so far have been really chill, so I'm gonna start posting stuff about my interest and whatever, so hello, this is like my proper introduction. I am NOT a social person. I fear social interaction so much, so I'm afraid of people online. I'm doing this whole thing to A. Get over this fear of mine & B. Make more friends because friends are awesome!

Who is this dude?

My friends normally just call me Philipe or Toast

(Both nicknames one from an old gamer tag and another just taken from my name)

I'm a strange person, and I'm not gonna try to act normal to please anyone. I am STRANGE, and I will be embracing it. Now, when I say strange, I don't mean like I'm collecting people's teeth and dried blood. I mean, when I'm speaking, I kinda just don't know what I'm saying. 70% of the time, I will be talking about absolutely f#ck all. (No idea how Tumblr is with swears and all that jazz, so just being safe)

Aside from me being a weirdo most the time the 30% of the time I'm grounded and using the pink thingy in my head to interact, I'm an enjoyable person. I am a YAPPER! When I get going, I won't stop unless someone says to stop, so don't be afraid to shut me down. I can also listen, but something is wrong with my ears, so you'd be hearing a whole lot of "Huh?" & "What'd you say?" I AM TRYING THOUGH I TRY REALLY HARD TO PAY ATTENTION AND LISTEN BUT IT'S DIFFICULT SOMETIMES.

What does this guy like?

Chances are, if you're reading this, I've got you hooked by my natural charm & overwhelming charisma! (I need this for my ego. Let. me. have. it.) Okay, now the part that may connect us. what in the hell am I interested?? Just gonna list some things I enjoy now.

Anime & Manga

Blue Lock (I mean come on it's in the pfp)

Jujutsu Kaisen (ik the ending was kind of lacking and the story just wasn't there sometimes but it has it's moments)

Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

Cyberpunk Edgerunners (The first anime to make me cry like I broke down I'm so serious)

Dragon Ball Z & Super

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

I watch and read more than this I just can't for the life of me remember anything

Games

The Binding of Isaac (Love hate relationship)

Dead by Daylight (I'm a well-rounded player on both survivor and killer)

Don't Starve (Slowly getting a hang of what the hell I'm meant to be doing)

Guilty Gear Strive (Bridget inspired me to get a yo-yo and I've started practicing)

Minecraft (Everyone loves a bit of Minecraft every now and then)

Outlast Trials (AMAZING GAME BUT MY FRIENDS ABANDON ME ANYTIME A MONSTER COMES BY)

Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance (I play this game for the OST and gameplay I am NOT a hard-core metal gear lore enthusiast)

Ultimate Marvel Vs Capcom 3 (Iheartjustice made me wanna play Phoenix Wright)

Ace attorney

Roblox (Typical game to have in the lineup nowadays)

YouTuber's

FUNKe - Eye candy and the occasional 4 syllable word has my brain on lock

AstralSpiff - Speedrunner, Streamer, funny stories & a cute cat what more does a person need

SaltyPhish - Don't enjoy overwatch myself anymore but he's still funny

Jschlatt & Basically anything he's in (Sleep deprived, Chuckle Sandwich, collabs, ect)

Ted Nivision - His movie reviews are super funny

Slimecicle - He's goop that's all that really needs to be said

TheRussianBadger - like FUNKe but more, uh AMERICAN.

MichaelReeves - Crazy robot dude

Music & Artist

(To simplify this I'm gonna list the Artist and my favorite song by them)

Will Wood - Misanthrapologist

Sodikken - Redmaggedon

Lyn - Wake up, Get up, Get out there

Green Day - Lowlife (I KNOW IT'S A DEMO IDC IF IT'S LITERALLY PART OF JESUS OF SUBURBIA I STILL WANT IT TO BE A SEPARATE SONG)

Jorge Rivera-Herrans - No longer you

Bear Ghost - Gypsy

Twenty One Pilots - House of Gold

Rare Americans - Brittle Bones Nicky 2

Felix Hagan & the Family - Delirium Tremendous

The Long Faces - Jane!

I have more artist I like but the list just won't stop if I keep going.

Is this dude done talking yet?

Yup, now is the part where I wait for people to hopefully read this then like me, then message me, or however this app works, then FRIENDS! If you read all this, thanks because I spent like an hour typing this out because I'm sorta slow. AND IF YOU'RE READING THIS PART MESSAGE ME ALREADY CHANCES ARE YOU LIKE WHAT I LIKE IF YOU'RE HERE PRECIOUS TIME WE COULD BE CONNECTING IS BEING WASTED WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!?!?

I CAN FLYY DAYY (≧∇≦)/

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lonelyroommp3 · 4 months ago

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25, 26, 28!

25. name a song that makes you think about someone you love

i got FAR too deep on that last set of answers so i feel like if i continue by bringing out a proper earnest serious lovey dovey answer about very nice love songs i actually associate with my beautiful wonderful girlfriend i will magically explode into a pile of goo or something. so i will keep those secrets for myself and instead say that when we were in ireland together we spent half the time crafting an increasingly incomprehensible parody of guess by charli xcx based entirely on our various (already inscrutable to anybody but us) injokes & the assortment of tumblr posts we were obsessed with quoting that week until the entire song was reduced to pure nonsensical gibberish. now we can easily drive each other to instant insanity by just texting each other the words "you wanna THIS"

26. name a song that makes you think about someone you don't like

picture this, it's the final project of my masters degree, i'm paired with one other musical direction student to assist on the MA musical theatre showcases (format: everybody picks two songs - either 2 musical theatre songs or one MT and one pop song - and a monologue and gets those taped; the accompaniment was split between us and the professional MD leading the project). the professional MD in question is a guy i already have beef with because i found him really hard to read and i also found his teaching & mentorship style deeply patronising. i had a panic attack halfway through the process and went and cried to the course leader about how much i hated this guy & he literally emailed him telling him to be nicer to me. it didn't work because literally the day we were due to film he randomly reassigned two of my pop songs to the other student MD, with no explanation other than the implication that i wasn't playing them well enough for whatever reason. and now to this day i cannot listen to "since u been gone" or "havana" without flying off the fucking handle thinking about this injustice

28. name a song (or a few songs) that would need to be included in a movie about your life

following on from the previous ask's chat about me and my veritable fetish for Big Starting Over Moments, i think practically every era of my life has had at least one Big Starting Over Moment Song that i've taken on as my personal theme tune. of course, the combination of massive ambition and even more massive insecurity just means a lot of this is going to be family jewels era marina and the diamonds, and hand on heart, i think it's probably been about 10 years on the trot that i have viewed are you satisfied? as the overarching theme song of my life. you can really tell how much i'm going through it based on where this falls in my spotify wrapped each year (the higher the better, bc that means i'm at least daydreaming in earnest about getting out of a rut. it uh, did not feature last year.)

during my masters degree i discovered another song that fits this brief, and which i still absolutely adore, new mood by LPX. those opening guitars get me so instantly hyped every time

and FINALLY, a new entry, and a particularly brutal callout from the spotify algorithm - as mentioned i was listening to fires by nerina pallot for the first time the other day, and it was just slightly too short to cover my entire commute to work. which meant that as i was walking the final three minutes between the station and the church, the album radio threw this little gem at me, and i really felt right there and then like maddy euphoria realising this fucking play is about us

#not me being like i got too deep on this last set of answers. and immediately doing it again

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lithuanianking · 8 months ago

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Which LSOH adaptation makes the most bank?

It's pretty obvious that money is important to the main little shop of horrors storyline,but out of the multiple Adoptations who are the "richest poor people"

In this post I'll be covering the following versions going from poorest to richest and mentioning the richest of these

-the og short story by H.G wells

-Arthur C.Clarkes short story

-the 1960 movie

-the musical+ movie musical (will be merged together)

-the cartoon

1. The 1960 movie

The og film adoption is definitely the poorest. (In my opinion in ofc these are all opinions) practically every character suffers hardships. Farb has a very small office and has a small budget for plants,Ms.Shiva asks for discounts,Seymour can't afford to take audery on a date,the typical "we need to close the shop!!!" Fiasco,Etc. But unlike the next adaptation there are no "Rich" characters

So who is the Richest in the 1960 movie? I've gotta go with Burson Fouch based off the fact he can stand around all day buying flowers

2.Musical/Movie-Musical

Next is our most popular versions,and while they aren't too different I'd like to consider them different for one certain factoid.

The poor-ness in this version is a lot less subtle. Which Seymour right off the bat going "poor.all my life I've allways been poor." (Here comes the part I mentioned at the start) in the movie-musical he still lives in the shop but he might not in the musical. Sure he definitely had as a child but Seymour leaves way more kinda implying he has somewhere else to go (if that makes sense)

Audery is now implied to be under financial stress aswell. (She wasn't in the '60 film) having to presumably live off of orin

Speaking of orin he is this versions richest character

Here's why,

-owns his own business

-has a pretty big clinic (it's bigger then the shop and farbs office combined)

-owns a motorcycle. No otther skid row resident seems to have any form of vehicle. He also has to pay for Gas for it.

-regularly buys hair product

-Able to employ (farb couldn't afford that)

And on top of all that he allegedly financially supports audery.

These next two are gonna take a different direction. The following are both short story's with 2 charcthers and the main charcther Is has all the dough,so I'll just be listening why the charcthers are well off

3.Clarke's story

This storys main character is named Hercules

-Hercules lives on his own

-he has a plant collection which of course costs money to care for,and some of his plants are costly.

-is able to support his life style while spending much of his time at home

4.Wells' story

Our protagonist here is named winter wedderburn.

-winter lives in a pretty nice house

-has a house keeper

-again can afford to buy and maintain rare plants

-Also collects otther things

-and he does it all WITHOUT HAVEING A FUCKING JOB

(And wells tried to tell me this guy was like middle class)

5. Cartoon

(OK next one may not actually be the most financial well off but I didn't really know how one would go about appropriately breaking up the short stories section becausei feel as though winter would totally win but I'm talking about the most well off universe not just person)

So in little shop all the charcthers are actually not doing so bad.(I mean it may be a little odd to have the charcthers struggle with poverty in a Relatively upbeat show)

the kids go to a pretty good school considering the fact they have home EC and are able to just buy a refrigerator (and have a fully functional shop class)

Seymour and his mom still live in that big ass house and she doesn't seem to work considering the fact she just seems to Exercise all day. So overall everyone is doing way better then previous adaption.

Exspicly our richest charcther,Dr. Driller and there's actually a reason. Driller is motivated by money instead of pain with it just happening to be a product of his work.(despite his son being named paine)

He has a nice car,got his kid that sweet little motor bike thing,pays his sister to work for him,and I think he payed for his sister's wedding in that one episode.

So how are we liking the gifs?I've been thinking of making my posts look a little more visually appealing,maybe throw in some of those divider things and stuff

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achaotichuman · 2 years ago

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*Slides in asks* okay but like Modern!AU but like Lucien as a Hot Motorcycle guy riding down the coast with his hot artist boyfriend Tamlin.

Sorry but I'm a motorcycle lover and imagining Lucien riding A Harley, wearing all those leather and gears is making me 🥴🥴🥴 and the gloves, don't get me started on the gloves 😭😭😭

Ngl I have never written a Modern!Au before, and I know nothing about motorcycles, but first time for everything right? One hot man with motorcycle and hot boyfriend coming right up!

"Do you need a ride home?" Tarquin asked. Tamlin looked up from his music sheets to see the younger man packing up his guitar, preparing to head back to his place.

Tamlin glanced around at the others, Kallias was sitting on the couch up against the wall with Viviane beside him. Both knee-deep in papers and books. Eris and Cresseida were sprawled over an armchair, practically covering each other as they jotted down notes. They were at the recording studio, today they were supposed to be recording some vocals for a song they had been working on for six months now. But it seemed most of Tamlin's friends were taking the opportunity to cram in extra study time. Considering exam seasons were coming up it was now wonder why everyone could only think about their courses.

It still made an irrational part of Tamlin angry. They had started this group to record and eventually put out music, not to study.

Tamlin himself was pursuing a bachelor's degree in environmental science. He desperately wanted to help with the protection of their natural world. It was dying, slowly but surely, dying. He was pursuing this path out a need to do something. To help. To do his part.

Still, he was trying to juggle what he really, truly wanted to make his life. Music called to him at every given opportunity. Never in a million years would he give up his hope to one day help restore at least some of the earth they had lost, but he still hated that his friends were just... seemingly no longer interested.

Even Tarquin who had picked up his things and was preparing to walk out the door, had only played a few chords today before burying himself in notes and studies.

"No, I'm fine, thanks for the offer though. I might take you up on it next week." Tamlin said, returning his eyes to his music sheets.

"You sure? Everyone's staying here for the night, you'll have to catch a taxi if you want to get home." Tarquin pressed.

Tamlin sucked in a breath. Everyone was staying here tonight, because their recording studio, was also technically classified as Eris' basement that he let them use from time to time. Eris mostly came down to listen and watch the show when they were using the studio. Every now and again Tamlin could convince him to play a melody, but those were rare occasions.

Their entire band wasn't here at the moment. Thesan and his soon-to-be husband were buried in their own life. Bron and Hart were on a back-packing trip around Europe. And the second eldest Vanserra brother Silas was on vacation with his girlfriend. So at least most of the time they were busy when they were at the studio.

Still, it felt like they had stopped playing for the most part. Maybe he was being a little dramatic, but he loved playing in this group. The idea of losing it broke him more than he cared to admit.

"Yeah, I've already got a ride, he'll be here in a couple of minutes." Tamlin snatched up his phone and quickly checked the time, already 5, he should start packing up his things as well.

"Who's picking you up?" Kallias asked, not looking up from his notes.

"Lucien." Tamlin said, beginning to pack up his sheets.

"Ooohhh" Cresseida whistled from her seat beside Eris, "Hear that Eris, Lucien's picking him up."

"Yes I heard Cress." Eris hummed, "Believe it or not they have been dating for some time now."

Viviane huffed, "Dating since they met more like it."

"Hey!" Tamlin said, "We were good friends, its just... recently it became more."

"As if," Kallias said, "I remember when I first saw you two at a party together. Lucie practically had his hands all over you, and you glared at anyone who dared to try and get his number."

Eris let out a loud 'hah'. And Tamlin's face couldn't have been hotter.

He couldn't deny the truth in their words though. Tamlin had always felt strangely possessive over Lucien, and Lucien had never held back from touching Tamlin like he owned him. That had just always been their relationship, they stuck so closely together one might think they were joined at the hip.

It was also Lucien who warned Tamlin against dating Rhysand. Tamlin hadn't listened, too charmed by Rhysand's flirtatious personality that he never saw how the man gaslighted and manipulated him. Nearly talking Tamlin out of thinking Rhysand had cheated on him.

Six months, that's how long it took for Tamlin to leave bed without sobbing every time he passed a place that reminded him of the bastard he once called his lover. A year it took for him to look at Lucien, the man who had stuck by him the entire time and finally realize what had been beside him all along.

And how he was teased for not realizing it sooner.

A message popped up on Tamlin's phone. Lucien. It read 'Outside, ready when you are.'

Tamlin quickly grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder, "Alright, I'm going now."

"Have fun with Lucie!" Viviane called out, the rest of his group laughed. Tamlin walked outside with Tarquin. The younger man knocked his shoulder against Tamlin as they headed out of Eris' house and out onto the street.

"You have to admit, it took you ten years to realize Lucien was right there, you're lucky he didn't get taken before you could have him.

"Yeah, I know, I don't deserve him." Tamlin hummed.

"No one does, its Lucien for the Gods sakes." Tarquin said, a wistful look appearing in his eyes, "You scored with him."

"Don't even think about him like that Tarquin." Tamlin snarled. Tarquin rolled his eyes, then turned towards his car parked on the curve.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Tam." He said as he unlocked and opened his car door, "You head off with your precious lover."

Tamlin rolled his eyes, but waved as Tarquin started his car and drove off.

What a prick. A what a bunch of pricks his friends were.

Well, they were his pricks so he couldn't really complain.

As Tamlin watched Tarquin drive off down the road. The sounds of another engine filled his ears, he turned to see Lucien heading down the road towards him. On that damned motorcycle.

Lucien stopped abruptly in front of him, sending dust flying in his wake. He swung his leg off the motorcycle as he pulled his helmet off.

Head to toe in leather, gloves covering his hands and red pouring out down his shoulders, Lucien stood before him. Tamlin felt his breath get caught in his throat as he watched Lucien's chest expand with his breathing, forcing that tight jacket to stretch around his ribs, accentuating every muscle he had.

"Hello beautiful." Lucien purred as he walked towards Tamlin and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Tamlin blushed so hard he felt dizzy. He bit his lip and pressed his forehead to Lucien's.

"You brought your motorcycle," Tamlin murmured, remembering one to many times Lucien had done terrifying tricks while Tamlin had watched, scared out of his mind.

"You love it." Lucien accused. Tamlin laughed.

"I like the leather." Tamlin whispered, tracing a circle over Lucien's sternum. Barely able to take his eyes off the gorgeous body before him.

"Everyone does." Lucien said as he pressed his lips to Tamlin's. Tamlin entertained his kiss for a second, before he pulled away with an eyebrow raised.

"Who is everyone?" Tamlin asked.

Lucien laughed and wrapped an arm around Tamlin's waist, holding him close, "Anyone that passes me."

Playfully, Tamlin shoved Lucien's shoulder, "You've got too big an ego for your own good."

"You say that like you don't."

"I deserve to be egotistical." Tamlin said.

"Whatever you say, my love." Lucien said, pulling him in for a proper kiss. Tamlin complied, pressing their bodies right up against each other.

After Tamlin finally remembered they were in fact, in public, he pulled away from Lucien and pulled out his helmet from his bag. Quickly strapping it on, he let Lucien get on the bike first before his slid in behind him.

Tamlin wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's middle. Tamlin wouldn't admit it aloud but being on the motorcycle tended to terrify him at times. Considering he had no clue how it worked, and Lucien often went faster than he should just to 'impress him'.

It was impressive, or it would be if Tamlin wasn't on the bike with him. At least Lucien always slowed down whenever Tamlin asked.

They took off. Speeding down the highway so fast everything in Tamlin's vision became a blur. He held tightly onto Lucien and laughed. Watching the blurry view beside them.

The wind whipped around him. A welcome coolness against the hot sun. They passed cars and sped through the city. Tamlin felt every part the girl on her bad boy boyfriend's bike from the Hollywood movies, and he loved it so much.

They eventually found the coastal road. Lucien slowed as they went through the scenic route. Passing the glorious sea spread out over miles and miles, glittering in what was now the sunset light. Oranges, red and purples danced on the horizon, a beautiful painting that adorned the sky.

Tamlin let out a content hum as he hugged his boyfriend a little tighter.

Eventually they slowed to a stop outside of their favorite restaurant. Tamlin furrowed his brow as Lucien shut off then engine. Taking off his helmet Tamlin asked, "What are we doing?"

"I'm taking you out to dinner of course." Lucien said, taking off his helmet, and pulling off his gloves. Tamlin nearly licked his lips as he watched those bronzed hands slowly be revealed.

Standing up, Tamlin placed his helmet on the bike, then turned to Lucien. He wrapped his arms around Lucien's neck, then stood up on the tips of his toes.

He pressed his lips to Lucien's. The Vanserra paused for amoment, seemingly surprised, but then he gripped Tamlin's waist and pulled him close. His tongue gently prying Tamlin's mouth open and slipping inside. Tamlin moaned and pulled him as close as he was physically allowed.

The sun set over their heads. A brilliant end to the day.

In Lucien's arms. Covered in that skintight leather. Kissing him senseless. Tamlin didn't think he could ever be happier.

I may add more to this at a later date, just because I really like it. Thanks for the prompt! I loved writing this!

#acotar #tamlin #lucien vanserra #pro tamlin #pro lucien vanserra #tamcien #tamlin/lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #acotar headcanons #acotar modern au

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aeolianblues · 1 month ago

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So scareds. I've built this up for 6 years. 6 years ago, I turned my back on that city, on that university, transferred out with regrets but knowing that this would be better. I left in April 2019. Shit, how much time has passed. When I set foot on my new campus in September, I was determined to dislike it, because I didn't like it. It was different. It was small. I had nothing to do. I had to make friends again. I was in the middle of nowhere. All the 'freedom' of moving out to somewhere on your own for the first time was eaten up by the fact that there was nothing to do and no place to do it. I lived a little far away too, which didn't help.

I took so many walks that first semester. Got really into podcasts and just walking, listening to full albums. I still can't put on Poses by Rufus Wainwright without my eyes flooding with memories of October and November walks. Too far from campus to be in the fun, grabbing a dinner alone, listening to a new album. Listening to a new (old) radio podcast from a decade ago. Various comedian things. Determined to just. Idk. Finish up my studies as soon as possible and move back. I didn't like it. I was bored and quite lonely and possibly a bit isolated by how far away I was. I think I got so bored I wrote and rehearsed two whole 20-minute stand up sets. I performed them to friends back home on the phone. A friend and I started a mad podcast. Something, anything to do...

Wanting something more like a podcast I stumbled towards local radio and the campus station I was trying to volunteer with. It was also really dead, I can't lie. We'd have a few touring bands and everyone was in their mid-30s. I was 19 for fuck's sake. I was on the mission every single 19 year old is on: do something significant and cool before you turn the big 2-0. 20 was scary. But what cool stuff was there to do in a bumfuck quiet town that was constraztingly filled with party-loving students? I wasnt a partier.

I was helping out with sorting music submissions to our library (we were still getting physical submissions on CD back in the day). I was to write a short note and a genre for cataloguing, and was allowed to come on the show and describe a few albums I'd reviewed on air, for mic practice.

Here's a 60 year old bluegrass artist who sends you his latest work from walking across the Prairies courtesy of a SOCAN grant. Here's a fiddle band from the Nova Scotia scene sending their latest CD. They're veterans who have worked with Grammy winning producers. Yay. This means nothing to me. This roving folk trubadour has been singing songs of his growing up across the country for the last 40 years. Cheers man. Here's more roots rock... Dude I am so bored. There's nothing happening around here. Where are the young people?? From what I remember from O-week, they made a discord server to share their Ableton beats. They're dancing in the nightclubs to Martin Garrix. Not exactly our station's brand, but largely also not mine.

Fine. Fuck it. It's something to do. I joined a punk show eventually, quite by accident. Just walked into it looking for someone else, ended up staying the hour having hit it off with the host, and she kindly asked me to join her on late-night radio. Ooh! Exciting.

Up until this point, I'd rarely actually been on the airwaves because I always had class just before the previous show I was talking about started. So I was like, nervous nervous. Practising what I'd say, what cool bands I could bring up, brushing up my punk history.

Well, that went on so well I was with her until the pandemic hit. (Which is when my show started, we had dead air since do many people left when the first lockdowns hit that they just gave me an hour to fill with music and talk from home. That's where yellow brit road started anyway.)

Something changed when I came back in 2022. I joined the morning teams the following Jan, by April we had student bands. Summer 2023 was crazy. There were so many people. Locally. It was so much fun. I got so involved with community. The student bands burst onto the scene that fall. I fell in love with the idea of community. There was something here, hidden away, unbeknownst to the rest of the province, something that was ours in a way nothing had been in ages. It was young again. Younger than me now, in fact.

I was meant to finish my degree early and get the fuck out of here. I stayed an extra year. I'm the oldest person in the room. I'm the Elder you ask for advice who's a friend but not really your friend group, they're Older and you like having them around but come on. I fell in love with fitting into something cohesive and whole.

So it's strange now, leaving. Does the place I had hoped the big city was actually hold up? You need to do all that work again to build up that community— and I'm back now as an outsider. It's funny because I started there. But you'd never guess. Even I forget (is that healing?)

I'm just scareds. It's not 1998 anymore. You can just see that the twinkle is gone from many people's eyes. They're tired. Rent used to be 400. It's now $1700. No one has the time. They've gotta commute back to their parents place 2 hours away. They've gotta pick up extra shifts at work. They're just exhausted, bless them they're trying.

Who has the time for leisure? Who has the energy? Who has the money to pay off a fine from innocent rehearsals drawing noise complaints, now that all the rehearsal spaces are shutting down?

Who has the earnesty to stick around this city and scene, when people see opportunities in the arts dwindling and every other band you see coming up alongside you is competition rather than a celebration of your city's talent? Who wants to get locked into little factions that won't talk to each other?

It's killing our arts scenes. Fucking 'entertainment district' in name alone.

I took the tram yesterday and we crossed from the entertainment district into the central financial district. The dead eyes and cleaned up looks are imposing. It's coming for the arts. It's coming for the culture district too. There's no romance left in the city. There's no bohemia, nothing exciting can develop here, only in spite of here.

Is this the wrong time to be leaving? I helped build up what we have in my little town right now. I have a tiny, tiny hand in it. What if this is the breaking point and anyone cool has had enough of the big city? Everyone's leaving because it's quite unliveable. Am I moving into an unliveable place at the worst time possible?

Because I'm sorry— large, international nostalgia acts are not 'a vibrant, thriving culture'. It's the new world underground that's culture. And I see that different from when I was 18, for sure.

When I was 18, I was just so happy to be in a city where the band Muse toured. Now, such a thing would ring hollow. I still travel to see Muse, mind. I've done that a few times. Still, I do acknowledge we have some of the worst crowds. It's the deadness. It breaks my heart. Everyone is just too tired, too caught up in dayjob work and stress. I have no doubt I'll be too.

Ostensibly, I am moving because it is "good for my tech industry career" to be in a big town: more opportunities, more connections and all. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Not working in this industry at all. It's mad to say but I want to work in culture and the arts. Now that's a mad person talking, so I can't just say that out loud. Who's gonna pay big-city rent then? So I'll join the dead-eyed.

Will I become one of those 'itll surprise you to learn they used to be cool' people who your niblings and kids will discover had the coolest life in college and then just eased into the corporate world and that side was never heard from again. Wistfully ruminated on "what could've been" idly sometimes, but firmly in a past that cannot be revived. "You belong here" goes so far, necessity goes further.

So I hope it's not the beginning of the end. When I try to think about what I can and will do in life... I just don't feel like an adult capable of making decisions when that happens. I have a prettty solid portfolio for jobs that don't exist to the point where I sound like an impractical 6-year-old child that wants to be an astronaut, talking in fantasies, when I talk about actual things I HAVE done in my time.

I don't know!! What's the end goal?!! My trial period on adulthood is coming to an end. There is permanence now. The minute I walk out of this town, I leave behind the flexibiity of studenthood. I leave behind the protections being a dreamer. That's impractical. I now need to face up to my own life and become a serious person. I never noticed the time fly by. I feel wholly unprepared. I just hope I can do it without losing my soul.

#Sigh.#Adulthood #Oh and as is typical of my life that old standup routine?#I was scheduled to perform it at a gig on 26 March 2020 🥰✨#I took it as a sign and never looked back at standup. God the hours I had put into getting an OPEN SPOT.

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