#lol you can see my music taste clearly here

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Emperor's Children have a sex drive

Boom! This is canon. It took me to read a lot of literature and write down all the hints, but it was worth it.

Here we go ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

First of all, we need to start with Julius Kaeseron, who experienced sexual attraction to Bequa, and later to the demonette. Fun fact. In my native language, because of the translation, not only Julius appreciated the delights of the composer, but also Lucius, lol.

JULIUS WATCHED WITH barely contained excitement as the blue haired composer crossed the stage and descended into the orchestra pit to take her place on her conductor’s podium. Dressed in a scandalously translucent dress of gold and crimson, the gossamer thin material hung with precious stones that glittered like stars. The cut of her dress plunged from her shoulders to her pelvis, the swell of her breasts and the hairlessness of her flesh clearly visible beneath. ‘Magnificent!’ cried Fulgrim, clapping furiously with the audience at Bequa’s appearance, and Julius was amazed to see tears in his eyes. Julius nodded, and though he had no real memory of feminine splendour or any frame of reference against which to compare her, the composer’s curves and obvious womanhood stole away his breath. Julius had felt such stirrings of emotion when he gazed upon his primarch, heard a particularly inspiring piece of music or went into battle, but to feel his senses aroused by a mortal woman was a new experience for him.

Bequa Kynska thrashed like a lunatic atop her conductor’s podium, jabbing and slashing the air with her baton, her hair a wild comet of blue as it whipped around her head. Julius tore his eyes from the magnificent sight of her and looked out over the audience to witness its reaction to this sublime, raucous music.

And yes, in all of these examples, you can see that Julius doesn't just find the girl and the demonette beautiful. He notes that he was delighted by femininity. Moreover, he even calls it seductive. Seductive. Not the most commonly used word in the Space Marine vocabulary.

Julius had never seen anything so simultaneously beautiful and repellent, a naked female creature that evoked both a potent loathing, and a perverse sensuality that gnawed at the pit of his stomach. Hair like needle horns swept back from her oval face, with its green, saucer-like eyes, fanged mouth and luscious lips. Her body was sculpted perfection, lithe and sensuous, but with only a single breast, and her skin was loathsomely tattooed and pierced. Each of her arms terminated in a long crab-like claw of glistening red chitin and moist flesh. Despite the lethal claws, the creature was disturbingly seductive, and Julius felt moved in a way he had not been since he had been elevated to the ranks of the Astartes. She moved with languid, cat-like grace, her every movement redolent with sexuality and the promise of dark pleasures and excesses unknown to the minds of mortal men. Julius ached to taste them.

And here you can see that the space marines did not yet know how to unleash their emotions. How to have pleasure other ways than battle:

The Astartes too were swept up in the surging power generated by the Maraviglia. Blood was spilled as the emotions of the Astartes were overloaded with sensational excess, and were vented in the only way men bred as warriors knew how. An orgy of killing spread from the stage, blood running in rivers as the power of the music thundered through La Venice.

But they learn quickly and start trying a lot of different things. This can be clearly seen in "Reflection Is Cracked". And yes, there is even a special place for more intimate things:

"Which was not to say that the observation deck went unused. Those who imbibed the toxically hallucinogenic cocktails brewed by Apothecary Fabius found enlightenment in its infinite vistas, and many indulged their freshly awakened carnal hungers with vicarious feasts of flesh and blades. Discarded bodies and torn heaps of broken glass lay strewn throughout the bay, and the occasional moan issued from a jumbled pile of clothing and leather restraints."

The same story mentions that they had fun with prisoners on one of the planets for several days. At first, one company abused the slaves, later handing them over to another.

During the Siege of Terra, the Emperor's Children also tortured mortals. Moreover, it is not specified exactly how. If this were ordinary literature, then “more direct and crude enjoyment” could be perceived as a, ahem, dubious agreement. But since Warhammer 40k is here, use your imagination.

Simple pleasures had given way to complex debaucheries. While their allies fought and died the Emperor’s Children slaughtered more than a million people and rendered them down to create endless varieties of drugs and stimulants. Countless thousands more died to give the Emperor’s Children more direct, if cruder, enjoyment.

How exactly did they have fun? Not specified. But I think that everything was there. And yes, this is an important point.

In Angel Exterminatus, Julius even emphasizes that they began to experience pleasure in EVERYTHING. They began to look for pleasure in all things.

The Lords of Profligacy had lifted the suffocating veils of the mundane from their eyes and shown them unlimited worlds of sensation and indulgence. Undreamed vistas of excess in all things: noise, music, bloodshed, hedonism, torture, violence, adoration and most of all, worship. Every second not spent indulging desires declared taboo in an earlier age was a waste of life, and Julius Kaesoron had long since declared that no act of indulgence would remain beyond his grasp.

And yes, sexual attraction is a matter for every person. While most Space Marines will be attracted to ladies, some will look at men. Yes, I can nitpick, but c'mon, just read this passage:

Lonomia Ruen detached himself from the advance, and Lucius cursed. Since the death of Bastarnae Abranxe, Ruen had transferred his cultish adoration to Lucius. For a while it had been an interesting diversion to have a slavish devotee, but Lucius was already tiring of the man’s desperate need. ‘Your body is a wonder,’ said Ruen.

In the first book about Fabius Bile, a lot is described about how the Emperor's Children have fun on the ship:

The observation deck had become a place of contemplation and experimentation for the masters of the Quarzhazat. A place to indulge in pleasures of body and mind. Slaves bearing immense narcotic generators staggered to and fro, filling the air with a pleasant fug. Emperor’s Children sat on marble benches looted from Imperial temples and eldar crone worlds, or lounged on cushions made from the flayed hides of prisoners, speaking softly to one another of past debaucheries and future ecstasies. They wagered on gladiatorial bouts, watching as unlucky crewmembers gutted each other with rusty blades or, in some cases,hands and teeth. Elsewhere, the crude gutter-poetry of lost Nostromo warred with ear-splitting songs culled from the manufactorums of Chemos and Cthonia. The more artistically inclined among them painted obscene murals on the wall and deck. Armour was peeled away from flesh, so that brands could be applied, or the bite of a tattooist’s needle.

And here we see this:

In the shadows, more intimate entertainments were being enjoyed, to judge by the screams of slave and Space Marines alike. The smell of blood and worse was strong on the air.

Moreover, their leader clearly loves his daemonettes too much. These are the interesting hints you can find in books.

The Radiant seemed to enjoy these occasional slaughters, and openly encouraged them, when he wasn’t leading a hunt or consorting with his Neverborn courtesans.

Oleander really distinguished himself, since apparently he started an affair with Fabius' daughter Melusine:

Oleander, it crackled. It has been so long, my love... come to me... come... He took a halting step forward, despite himself. Desire surged up in him, rising wild. His limbs trembled with need and his brain sparked with longing. A face swelled in his mind’s eye, inhuman and beautiful and terrible in that beauty, teased into the open by the electricfingers stroking his soul. He had danced to this rhythm before, however, and he recognised a lie when he heard one. He forced himself to stop, though his every instinct begged that he go forward. ‘No,’ he croaked. ‘No, I know her febrile stink, and you are not her,’ Oleander said. ‘She would not ask – she would demand.’

In the short story "A More Perfect Union" by Richard McCormick it's implied that some Emperor's Children are having sex (or something like sex). And not only with slaves but with each other.

Xantine to Euphoros:

'It has boon some time since you made your way to my bed chamber, my lord,' he said, draping a purple cloak around his naked body and drawing himself up to standing height with a predator's grace.

Euphoros to Xantine:

'I was worried, I hear pillow talk from from souls who tell me you are lost to your ...'* he looked at the empty containers. 'To your predilections.'

In the book Pariah, the simply amazing character Teke the Smiling appears. And yes, he not only notices the beauty of Beta and Judika, but also wants to “have fun” with the girl. He calls her "sweet" many times as if in mockery. And jokes that she should take her friend on board as "plaything".

‘My, but you’re beautiful,’ Teke said to me, regarding me intently. ‘As beautiful as the boy. Those eyes, that mouth. The hard absence of soul. It’s such a shame he’s been spoiled.’

‘I don’t want to hurt you, Bequin,’ he said. He paused. ‘Well, of course, I do. Very much. Right up to the unthinkable point where it becomes a pleasure for both of us. But I can’t. I’m not allowed to. You’re too valuable.’

‘You have provided us with it. Within just hours of knowing you, Bequin… sweet Mamzel Bequin… you have already performed an extraordinary service for us.’

‘Oh, he likes you, doesn’t he?’ said Teke, smiling at the Curst. ‘Do you want to bring him too, as your plaything?’

And I like how in the sequel the two girls talk about Teke.

‘I don’t have to imagine,’ she said. ‘I’ve met them. A brief encounter with the one named Teke. Thankfully, I was well warded. It was hard to tell what he wanted more – to kill me, or copulate with me.’ ‘Both, I should think. At the same time.’

Also worth mentioning is Telemachon, who was infatuated with Nefertari. Mostly due to the fact that she is a Drukhari. And he wanted to kill her for the Dark Prince. Is there any sexual connotation here? Well:

‘My angel. My lovely angel, you know nothing of what you speak. You’ve spent a lifetime running from the Youngest God. But he loves you, sweetling. He adores you and all of your kind. I can hear him sing each time you breathe. And one day, when you leave your flesh behind, you will be his. A concubine of spirit and shadow, claimed by your true love at last.’

Telemachon closed his eyes, breathing in her breath, drinking her every exhalation. Being near her was rapture. ‘Let me touch you,’ he said, shuddering. ‘Just let me touch you once.’

‘You live in defiance of his hunger, lovely angel... Let me taste you. Let me bleed you. Let me kill you. Please. Please. Please.’

Telemachon’s hunger for her was still a palpable thing, an aura that invisibly stained the air around him. He was imagining the salty richness of her blood on his tongue, and the thought made him shiver.

I want her, came the swordsman’s wish, as clear as if he’d spoken it aloud. He did not send the words to me, but his murderous desire was fierce enough that I couldn’t help but sense his thoughts.

 A feather. A single black feather. I tore it from the fine golden chain that bound it to the pistol grip and crushed it in my hand. ‘Is this from her wings?’ I demanded.  ‘But of course.’ ‘You diseased creature. Stalking her. Watching her.’ ‘And more.’ The onyx of his eyes flashed with reflected light. Telemachon was smiling. His facemask didn’t change, but I sensed whatever was left of his face behind the silver twisting in mirth.

And I really like that the Thousand Sons Space Marine stubbornly says that he doesn’t need Nefertari. That she is simply his property and she has no value to him in the Black Legion. Also he when Telemachon speaks of Nefertari:

I will end him. My mind inferred the tigrus-lynx’s violent eagerness as words, though as ever no words were spoken.

‘Do you value your life so little?’ I asked him, surprising myself with my own honesty. ‘This hunger for her will be the death of you.’

And the Chaosites have clearly expanded their vocubular. Just imagine what the Space Marines said smt like that during the Great Crusade:

‘Prey,’ the wych hissed again, echoed crudely by her sisters. ‘Oh no,’ Lucius grinned. ‘You are quite mistaken, my lovelies. I am not being hunted by you. It is you who are being hunted by me.’

Even Abaddon knows how to speak with ladys even if they are eldar which is really funny:

‘The Maiden of Commorragh,’ he greeted her.

‘They are gone.’ Nefertari broke in, still wearing her smile. ‘Their bodies hang in my Aerie if you wish to introduce yourself to them the way you have to others.’ Abaddon snorted in amused resignation. ‘What a wretched little darling you are, alien. And what of Falkus? Where is he, Khayon?’

I also found two interesting comments on reddit, but alas, I could not find exact references in the books. I'm still a human being and this is a Tumblr post, not a dissertation:

The Emperor's Children are quite possessive of the Daemons of Slaanesh. Fighting honour duels for a kiss of a daemonette or to catch the eye of a Keeper of Secrets. They showered even the least of Dark Prince's daemons with affections and gifts. It is because of this they are jealous of the Word Bearers like Saqqara who needed none of that to be beloved by daemons.

And another one:

The bile series straight up has the ec doing kinky shit only just off screen and one of the things Fabius gets accused of when he's setting up his new men is that he's just making a harem for himself.

I also like reddit about Fulgrim because it's true:

I’m pretty sure there is a pretty blatant scene in Slaves to Darkness that shows Fulgrim’s interest in EVERY excess and sex is part of the equation. It’s like a bunch of cultists and demons in the Webway essentially worshipping Slaanesh by experiencing excess including sex, gluttony, etc. Fulgrim is taking part, but it’s not exactly clear what he is taking part in. He’s a demon prince by this point obviously.

He was the only primarch who was married. He can lie himself that he didn't really loved his adoptive parents and wives but can't lie me:

Fulgrim sat back. ‘I was betrothed, once,’ he continued idly. ‘Several times, actually. Political marriages, of course. Made to seal binding agreements, or open negotiations with certain executive dynasties.’ Pyke didn’t reply. His tone had become sombre. A rare thing, for Fulgrim. The Phoenician seemed to always be smiling, laughing at some joke only he understood. But now, he seemed tired. He rubbed his face. ‘I outlived them all, one way or another.’ ‘Did you love them?’ Fulgrim smiled slowly. ‘Some. I think. At first. After a time, I stopped. Love was a weakness I could ill afford in those days. A billion lives rested on my shoulders, and any hesitation on my part would have doomed them all irrevocably.’ He laughed softly. ‘Or so I told myself then.’ ‘And now?’ ‘Now, I know it would have. There is no room for weakness in this galaxy. No room for imperfection.’

And do you know why this is a lie? Because after Fulgrim become a daemon prince, he immediately got N'kari as his consort:

Fulgrim reached the dais and flowed up its side. The bloated thing squirmed in greeting, uncoiling its bulk and twining it around Fulgrim as he embraced it. The thing purred up at the daemon primarch, baring its teeth. Fulgrim ran a hand over its hair. ‘There, N’kari, my delight… We will have bliss again once this is done with, but he is family, and that means I should listen to what he says, hmm? At least a little.' N’kari… It was not its true name – that was a thing that would have broken reality to speak – but in the realm of the warp it was like a signature drawn in atrocity. Layak had glimpsed it and heard it at the edge of bloody visions, but never seen it before. Now it sat before him. N’kari… Eater of Delight, the Son of Ruin, the Daughter of Delight, one of the Six Courtesans of the Dark Prince. Fulgrim settled next to the exalted daemon, their snake bodies intertwining with a sigh, then turned his gaze back on Lorgar.

Fulgrim squirmed, a hand running through N’kari’s hair, while another picked a wet, red fruit from a silver platter and held it out to the bloated daemon. Layak noticed that the exalted daemon’s face was a warped echo of Fulgrim’s own, a fattened parody of the daemon primarch’s primarch’s soul-breaking perfection. N’kari ate the fruit and licked Fulgrim’s fingers.

‘Which war is this, brother dear?’ said Fulgrim, running a finger over N’kari’s cheek.

Fulgrim snarled as soon as Layak willed him speech. ‘I will take your soul and–’ ‘Your consort has already issued the necessary threats.'

N’kari walked to Fulgrim’s side, its bull-headed form shrinking and thinning until it was a slender figure wrapped in red silk, its skin the colour of a shark’s belly, its eyes black orbs. A delicate crest of bone and skin ran down the centre of its scalp. ‘Where the Prince of the Princes goes, so go I,’ it said, its voice a melody that promised bliss and suffering. ‘I am bound to this and to him. As you command him, so shall I follow your will.

By the way let's not forget the words of my man Tyrell, Renegade Lord of Arden IX (Codex: Chaos Space Marines (8th Edition, pg. 52):

Take care, lest your protests grow tiresome. I have asked for so little! Anyone would think that I have asked you to sacrifice yourselves and your sons! And yet, in Slaanesh's boundless and pleasing mercy, I have asked only for your daughters. Surely you would not deny me my small enjoyments?

And I don't care what fandom thinks about my beloved Ian Watson. I don't like he's other space marines. But his Children of Emperor are great:

Were the screaming tethered female prisoners hallucinating while abominations were perpetrated slowly and perversely upon their flesh? A few tormentors had shed items of armour, exposing grotesquely mutated rampant groins, their organs of pleasure bifurcated and more, with squinting eyes sprouting from them, and with drooling lips. Others had no need to shed armour. Chaos Spawn had materialized: wolf-sized creatures with legs of spiders and bodies of imps, with questing tentacles and phallic tubes. Jaq himself almost believed that he was hallucinating. A snake-like umbilical cord connected these spawn to the swollen groin-guards of their master – who stood back, roaring and whinnying with delight, as they guided the spawn in the ravishing of their captives, soaking up the sensations of these roving external members. Corralling other hysterical captives were beastmen slaves armed with serrated axes. A Chaos Tech-Marine monitored these slaves. His armour was studded with spikes. Each shoulder pauldron was in the shape of giant clutching fingers. He wore a nightmare helmet shaped like a horse’s head, eyes glowing red. One of the shaggy beastmen drooled and dropped his axe. The beastman reached out a paw to caress a particularly voluptuous captive. Immediately the Tech-Marine adjusted a control-box strapped to his forearm. The disobedient beastman’s metal collar exploded, severing his head. The head fell. It bounced and rolled amidst the captives even as the beastman’s body was tottering.

I almost forgot to add that in the book Renegades: Lord of Excess Xantine emphasizes that he is fascinated by love. He liked to kill, torture and just look at lovers. So much so that he was delighted with the way his personal daemonette of Slaanesh hugged him. The usual hug after sex, something personal and more sensual.

Later, he warms up to Cecile, a psyker, but not enough to not use her as a navigator. Although the book mentions that he didn't want to know whether she sighed in surprise or pain when he loaded the helmet on her.

He also called one woman, whom he had picked up a long time ago (she interested him because she laughed when she learned that she had become with the inhabitants of the world, who kicked her out of the city, calling her a witch) a muse.

 So...

It is clear that, first of all, the Emperor's Children derive pleasure from murder and torture. But still this is not enough. Some may have their own personal obsession. For example, Lucius' fencing. A Space Marine was mentioned who sought satisfaction in the spiritual realm rather than the material. They may love music, food, or take drugs. Including fucking. It's just not their main goal.

So everyone who is against “sex among space marines” can relax. Yes, there is sex drive, but this is just one of the pleasures. Besides, only the Emperor's Children have this thing… at least I haven't found any other Space Marines yet. But judging by my excellent analysis, if I try, who knows.

[shokosmokes]

﹒◌﹒hockey au﹒✧﹒

hi! so this is super self indulgent based on this post i made hehe n im super excited to write this, i hope u enjoy (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

this is probably gonna be super lengthy so this is just part one lol

copy-pasted from my notes app so sorry if there’s any errors

masterlist

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megumi x reader x yuji love triangle

tooth rotten fluff with a bit of angst

The music is loud—too loud for your taste—but you don’t really care. You’re not here for the party, not really. You’re here because you promised some new friends you’d show up. After all, that’s what people do when they want to feel like they belong, right? Pretend to be interested in house parties with thumping bass, cheap beer, and sweaty college students pressed together like sardines.

You tug at the sleeves of your sweater nervously, trying to blend into the wall, regretting not bringing a drink. At least it would’ve given your hands something to do. You scan the crowded living room, your eyes flicking over the mass of people, mind wandering until you spot a familiar face—or rather, two.

Yuji Itadori is hard to miss. His bright pink hair stands out against the dim lighting, and he’s laughing at something, his wide grin infectious even from across the room. Next to him, Megumi Fushiguro looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here, his expression as unreadable as ever. The complete opposite of Yuji’s playful demeanor.

It’s funny how they balance each other out like that. Yuji, the bright, silly one who lights up every room he walks into, and Megumi, the quiet, brooding one, always watching from the sidelines. You haven’t known them long, but even you can tell they’re close in a way that most people would envy.

And yet, here you are, watching them, unsure of where you fit into the picture.

“Hey!” Yuji’s voice suddenly cuts through the noise as he jogs over to you, his face lighting up when he sees you. “You came! I didn’t think you’d show up.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his excitement wash over you. “I almost didn’t, but I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” His grin widens, and he turns, waving toward Megumi, who’s still standing by the drinks table, looking completely out of place. “Megumi, come over here! She’s finally here!”

Megumi’s eyes flick over to you, and for a moment, your gazes lock. His expression softens slightly, but he doesn’t smile. Instead, he gives a small nod and walks over, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low but steady.

“Hey,” you echo, feeling your pulse quicken for no good reason.

The three of you stand there for a moment, Yuji’s energy bouncing between you, while Megumi’s silence settles like a blanket over the noise of the party. You feel the tension immediately. Not in a bad way, just... tension. The kind that makes your heart race for reasons you can’t quite put your finger on.

“So,” Yuji begins, clearly trying to break the silence, “have you been to any of our hockey games yet? We’ve got a big one coming up next week.”

You blink, surprised by the sudden change in topic. Hockey? Right. They’re both on the team, something you keep forgetting since you’ve never actually seen them play. It’s not really your thing, but the thought of seeing them on the ice—sweaty and focused—sends a strange shiver down your spine.

“No, I haven’t been to any yet,” you admit. “But maybe I’ll come to the next one.”

Yuji’s eyes light up like you’ve just made his day. “You should! It’s gonna be great. Megumi’s an amazing defender. You’ll love it.”

You glance at Megumi, who shifts uncomfortably under Yuji’s praise. “I’m not that great,” he mutters.

“You’re amazing, dude,” Yuji counters, playfully nudging his friend. “Don’t be so modest.”

You find yourself smiling at their dynamic. It’s hard not to get swept up in Yuji’s enthusiasm. “Okay, fine. I’ll come,” you say, laughing a little at how easily you’ve been convinced.

“Awesome!” Yuji’s grin is infectious. “I’ll make sure you get a good seat.”

Megumi doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you, something quiet and unreadable flickering in them. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it makes your heart race in a way that you’re not sure you’re ready to acknowledge.

You’re not here for hockey. You’re not here for parties. But somehow, being here with them feels like it’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.

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Later that week, you find yourself sitting in the cold, buzzing arena, clutching a cup of hot chocolate as you watch the players take to the ice. You have to admit, there’s something captivating about watching them skate, the fluid motion of their bodies gliding across the rink. Your eyes keep wandering back to two figures—Yuji and Megumi.

Yuji is in his element, grinning even through his helmet, waving to the crowd every chance he gets. His energy is infectious, even from the stands. Megumi, on the other hand, is focused, eyes narrowed in concentration as he defends the goal like his life depends on it. The contrast between them is striking.

Your stomach twists when Yuji skates by, throwing you a playful wink. He’s just so... Yuji. Bright, carefree, and completely unaware of the effect he has on people. On you.

And Megumi... God, Megumi.

Every time you see him on the ice, you feel that strange pull in your chest again. There’s something about him—something quiet and intense—that makes your heart race in a way you can’t explain. He isn’t as obvious as Yuji, but there’s a warmth to him, hidden beneath that cool, stone-faced exterior.

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After the game, you’re surprised when both of them ask you to hang out—separately, of course.

Yuji wants to go to the arcade. Megumi invites you to a quiet coffee shop he likes, one tucked away from the busy part of campus.

You don’t know how to say no to either of them.

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Megumi’s fingers brush yours as he hands you a book he thinks you’ll like, his gaze lingering just a little too long before he pulls back. “This one’s good,” he says softly, almost shyly. “If you’re into that kind of thing.”

Your heart thuds in your chest as you take the book from him, your hands barely touching. “Thanks,” you whisper, feeling the weight of his attention settle over you.

Megumi is so... subtle. His affection, if it’s even that, comes in quiet gestures. A brush of fingers here, a soft look there. It makes your heart race in a way that feels... different. Dangerous, almost.

But then, there’s Yuji.

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“Gotcha!” Yuji laughs as he beats you—again—at one of the games at the arcade, his playful grin lighting up his whole face.

You can’t help but laugh with him, your heart soaring at the pure joy in his eyes. Being with Yuji feels easy, like the sun has come out and everything is just... fun.

But it isn’t just fun. Not for you.

You’re torn. Between the boy who makes you feel safe, like a warm hug on a cold day, and the boy who sets your heart on fire, unpredictable and thrilling.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for either of them.

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end of pt. 1 /).(\ pt. 2 coming very soon

[rottiens]

hi sorry for coming in your asks again lol but I'm thinking about endeavor..... like idk he's just always in the back of my head

anyway have you considered divorced detective endeavor??? like he's completely neglecting his family & responsibilities as a father, his ex-wife is shacking up with his younger (hotter) subordinate, basically drowning himself in alcohol and cigarettes. the one routine he's kept all these years is coming into your bar at the end of the week, getting a little too drunk, and letting the alcohol flirt with you (but you've always brushed it off knowing he's married). you've listened to him vent countless times and had to call a cab to take him home just as many.

you can clearly see the ways he's fucked up (it's pretty much always his fault) but you also see the regrets washing through his mind. he wants to be better, but he keeps slipping into the same habits.

he's been coming in a little more often lately, he hasn't mentioned the wife and kids in months, and he's not wearing a wedding ring anymore. He doesn't flirt with you as often as he used to, but not because he's not interested, because he is. because he's afraid of it going somewhere. because he's afraid he'll ruin your life like he has done to the rest of his family... and because he's convinced he doesn't deserve you.

i'm sorry i'm just so obsessed with a divorced detective au ok and i cannot believe this thought has not entered my head....

You really put me in a difficult situation here. Because I'm torn between the idea of, what would he really do? Would he walk away from you completely or would he continue to indulge a little more in the idea of flirting with you, knowing he shouldn't have you?

You miss him. You miss the Enji who would come to talk to you, babbling on about work problems without getting to anything specific because, of course, he can't discuss such topics with a civilian. But you are so full of life and hope, unlike him and everything he touches that he can't help but want to spend a little more time with you and Enji hates the bitter taste the hangover brings along with your image the next day.

After the divorce, he keeps wearing the ring for a few more long weeks, hoping that his failed marriage could be mended again. He knows he did it wrong, he knows he's been careless and a bastard, but he also knows he's selfish at heart and that the idea of having a happy family is so appealing.

Yet he lets it go. He lets go of his wife and his kids who are leaving with her, and you. He cuts off every shred of happiness in his life because he is tormented by the idea of being truly happy. Enji convinces himself that he doesn't deserve it. After all the bad decisions he has made throughout his life, he only deserves to sink into his misery, into the boxes full of items his wife never went to pick up from the house, into the loneliness of the cold walls, and into the ghosts his children's laughter left behind.

Enji refuses to go back to the bar, to see you. But he has no choice but to accept when one of his subordinates invites him for a beer, something to relax for the weekend.

Like every Friday, the bar is full of people. Pop music he dislikes is blaring from the speakers. I should go home, is what he's saying to Keigo just as he catches your gaze behind the bar. Your fingers greet him animatedly, sealing the words he was about to say and walking, as if spellbound, to where you are.

Enji can't believe you look prettier than the last time he saw you. You have a different haircut, a new uniform and your smile is so warm and genuine that his chest hurts; he couldn't remember the last time someone greeted him with such joy to see him.

Immediately, guilt grows like weeds inside him, weaving through his insides and creating roots.

You pour him the same old drink and his cheeks heat up at the thought that you remembered exactly which beer he likes.

"Thank you," he says without looking at you, picking at the foam dripping off the rim of the glass with one finger.

Your warm fingers cover his for a moment, drawing his attention to you. His fingers are still trapped on his lips, the gesture of tasting the beer foam.

"Is everything okay?" you raise your voice above the music.

Enji hesitates for a moment. "Work keeps me busy."

You purr away from him and turn your back on him, clearly not believing the half-truth he just told you, but you don't probe further.

Other customers approach the bar and you continue to prepare the drinks. Enji feels your gaze on him, which he avoids at all costs, gulping down the beer as fast as he can and eyeing Keigo on the dance floor, enticing some dance partner to accompany his peculiar moves. As he comes back to the front, you're smiling at him again, placing another full glass of beer in front of him.

"I thought you forgot about me," you comment innocently, leaning a little into his personal space.

Enji doesn't pull back, but you see him tense under the white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and suspenders that cling to his broad shoulders. His lips quiver not knowing what to say. Pathetic. Maybe you do the same with the other customers, and yet you still have him trembling with your mere presence.

"I couldn't forget you. You guys are my favorite."

You purr, reaching out to touch his hand to the watch hugging his wrist. The hand reads 11:35 at night.

"Are we your favorite or am I?" You look up at him through a slow blink.

Fuck. Something beats in his chest and in his pants. He'd forgotten this: the thrill of flirting with someone, with you, of feeling wanted. Of feeling desired. When was the last time someone touched him? He doesn't remember the last time he came in someone.

Enji clears his throat and, against his will, pulls his hand away from yours to toss a few wet red locks back.

"I think I should go."

"So soon?"

Enji had to get up and run before anyone else noticed the visible bulge against his thigh, smothering between the fabric of his pants and his now damp briefs.

"Yeah, I-"

"Stay. One more beer, on the house," you smile at him. Enji barely notices that you had clung to his forearm before he could escape. "Please." You lean in, and he takes a peek at your cleavage. Your lips find his hot cheek and leave a fleeting kiss there. Enji feels his whole body boil with heat.

He knows he's going to ruin you and hates himself for it. But he can't think of the consequences when that pussy wraps around his cock like it was made for him.

"Slow down, it's been a while.."

But you cling to him like you don't want to let go. Your nails on his back, mouth open gasping for air.

The bar is already closed, so your moans and his grunts are the only thing accompanying the music now. Your hips buck desperately as he thrusts you upright against the counter.

"Easy there.." growls enji, burying his fingers in your hips to keep you still. "Hold still. Just feel it."

Enji rolls his hips deep, his pants puddling at his knees. His curly hairs meeting your bare clit.

"Like this… nice and deep. Take it like a good girl."

His heart beats so fast, his balls tight around your drooling pussy. Every time he thrusts deep you lose the rhythm of your breath for a moment, the full force of his body and thighs pushes you against the counter, weakening your feet off the ground and you can only look at him with eyes full of eagerness as you split on his fucking thick cock.

And when you ask him to cum, to cum inside you; enji has no doubt. He's going to ruin you. And he hates himself for it.

[caswensworld]

One thing about me is I will always respect a good villain gang when I see one and THIS gang! The gang of Merlin Academy running the shots! No exception. Rent. Was. Due! Disney, from here on out, if your teen villains do not look like these baddies who are serving seductive, poisonous cunt, Respectfully, Ion want it.

So let’s run down the line. Let’s take attendance.

Dara Renee said she looks cute as Ulyana, NOT HOT! OKAY GREEN! Look at her smile! First her daughter, now her sister, Ursula’s family has me in a chokehold and they are never letting me go (and I don’t want them to hehe). This look gives very much Ursula from Once Upon a Time vibes and I love it! So much! I wanna be part of her gang! Like, Ulyana, baby girl, what are you insecure of? I don’t care about Ursula anymore. I got Uma and I got Ulyana, I don’t want Ursula. I’m trying to keep it pg-rated, but…I would let her top me. I want her tentacles all over me, I’m so sorry…I’m not.

Hades has left the Underworld and he is looking sharp! I love leather. I love spikes. I love the whole punk persona! I have a punk persona! So I love the fact that me and Hades, one of my favorite villains…Are the same. Exactly the same. I am going to find a studded leather jacket and choker so we can match. We also got similar taste in music, like Hades, let’s be friends. Let’s start a band. We can call ourselves “Fire!”

Queen Maleficent, Mistress of Darkness may be lurking in the back, but I’m seeing her. Now her horns look a little weird right now but I’m gonna wait for the official posters and pictures with better quality before I start to give my full judgement. But like…y’all, she’s Maleficent, when have we ever had a Maleficent who doesn’t serve with looks, darkness, and attitude? Like, girl, come for Ulyana! Pull Hades! I expect you to use magic! I demand at least ONE Dragon transformation! DEMAND it!

Ulyana is the Captain here, jot that down, but Hook is still serving so let’s have a conversation. Looks are clearly a strength in the Hooks family, so what do the girls look like? The men are handsome, so let’s have the girls do some Justice please. His fit almost exactly replicated the cartoon and I love that. The only problem I have is…where’s the hat? The iconic red hat with the big feather? Disney, he better have that hat. Don’t be playing with me.

Morgie…he’s giving kinda Carlos and Gil vibes. That is indeed a compliment. Now is his outfit as extravagant as the others? No. Is it still good and is he still killing the game? Absolutely. These VKs stay with the drip. Who else is looking good in a scarf? I don’t see anyone else wearing one! Now his mother is said to be the Morgana Le Fay in Sofia the First so…Is our dear Princess in the Descendants Universe lol? Is my girl enrolled in Auradon Prep? Is she with Hugo? I’m sorry, I just find this so funny, where is Enchancia on the Auradon map? Watch Morgie reference this in the movie, I just, I can’t!

One thing about villains is they will always be looking good and I will always be wanting to find a way to thrift their clothing. I can’t wait to see these looks with better qualities

[lover-of-mine]

Anna, hi!

i'm not sure what questions are appropriate here, but i'll ask anyway: what are your top 10 buddie-coded songs? 👀

btw, love your edits and fics 💘

Hi, baby! First of all, thank you 💜

But I will be honest with you, my musical taste is very limited oaksaoksassk and I have the tendency of finding a way to make something about buddie anyway, so like, I don't really know oisaksokassoks i would say any song I made a video on could work, you can check them all out here or on my youtube.

That all being said, Cupid by Xana, most buddie song to ever buddie song and I take no criticism on that one lol I made a video with it that I kinda wanna remake depending on how the season goes, but I guess it depends on the vibes? I have extreme pining eddie songs (babyblue by Xana, most pining Eddie song ever), divorced era songs, I legit made a trauma compilation to 11 minutes by yungblud because I loved the "I've seen you in my head every fucking day since I left, you're on the floor with your hands around your head" applied to the shooting and it escalated, lover of mine by 5sos (also happens to be the song from my url) but I think works, I saw a INCREDIBLE best years by 5sos set yesterday that made me see how buddie coded that song can be, but I think that with the way I tend to paint them as a tragedy, it's more vibes than anything? Like, I have been fighting with a video to youth but daughter for months, because while I feel like the song has the correct vibes, I can't seem to make it work with actual scenes, I found this song again yesterday but Matchbox by Ashley Kutcher, I can see that song from Buck's eyes to Eddie so clearly is kinda crazy, it's not like I'm in love with you by Lauren Weintraub for more pining Eddie lol, dancing with our hands tied by Taylor Swift just because of the "I'm a mess but I'm the mess that you wanted" but like, I'm all over the place when it comes to music and at this point, I think I can make anything about buddie if I try hard enough lol I will add my caramel by 5sos video here to give you 10 songs aoskasooksodksd but this is all I can think about right now

[seriousbrat]

For now I exhausted my marauders questions, I need time to come up with some more! But I love your blog so here’s a new spin:

Snape or Lily!

- Most likely to be good with animals

- Most likely to be good at drawing

- Most likely to play an instrument (Squidward Snape playing oboe?)

- Most likely to be good at cooking (how transferable are the potioneering skills?)

- Best music taste (goes out of their way to discover new music)

- Who learned the patronus first?

- Best at keeping secrets

- Most likely to develop any kind of adiction (and what would it be!)

- Who swears the most?

- Who can handle their drink the most?

Yesss I love the snily version of this just as much, so thank you!

- Most likely to be good with animals: Well obviously Lily. Snape is good at dissecting animals perhaps.

- Most likely to be good at drawing: Sev. He's just very technical and precise and also I feel like Lily would be pants at drawing lol

- Most likely to play an instrument (Squidward Snape playing oboe?): you're 1000% right, it's squidward snape playing the oboe.

- Most likely to be good at cooking (how transferable are the potioneering skills?) Okay here's the thing. If it was following a recipe precisely, it would be Sev. If it was an intuitive, taste-based experimental thing, Lily.

- Best music taste (goes out of their way to discover new music) DIFFICULT question. Sev probably has the most pretentious, niche, intellectual taste. Lily is a little bit more open-minded and varied. I'd say they're on equal ground with this.

- Who learned the patronus first? Lily. I actually think Sev had some trouble with the patronus charm at first. Bro has no happy memories :(

- Best at keeping secrets: clearly Snape, master of lies and subterfuge.

- Most likely to develop any kind of adiction (and what would it be!): I think it's Sev, he has an obsessive personality. As for what it would be, probably just alcohol..... but I could see Sev developing an addiction to some kind of magical drug equivalent.

- Who swears the most? At first Snape, then later Lily. They're pretty evenly matched on a lot of these tbh, but I think as Sev got more involved with pureblood society he'd probably make an effort to tone it down a bit.

- Who can handle their drink the most? I'm going to say Lily! In the sense that I think Sev would become a pretty unpleasant drunk very quickly lol....... whereas I feel like Lily could down a fair few pints and remain standing.

[whiskersz]

hi! I was curious if you could do a romantic hazbin hotel match up? <3

I go by she/they. im pansexual, im not too picky. I'm originally from Guatemala but was adopted to America! I have dark brown eyes with gold rimmed glasses with peircings; nose stud and septum. Im also a bit on the bigger side like mid size, im super insecure about it due to family problems making it worse. im getting bette with it though! I'm a Pisces and an infp. When first meeting me I'm normally shy and keep to myself and I've been told I look mean since of my resting face but trust I'm the silliest person you have ever met. when getting close; I love to joke around and I tend to be rude and "out of pocket " with my humor. (think of like smiling friends or oneyplays for reference) I love helping others if it be medically or just listening. speaking of medical; I'm almost done with schooling to get my EMT certification! I've always wanted to help someone every since I was a child. since I chose this field I am a real stickler for anatomy and physiology, with that being said I like to point out mistakes in movies which can get super annoying but it's something I love to do. another thing I love is the elder scrolls series! I love the real life inspo it's taken for the game universe, plus I love the medival vibe it has. I also love history such as artifacts from the past, historical texts, and medical practices back then. I'm a huge horror fan as well; scream, thanksgiving, SAW, Halloween, the omen. I love the classics! I also love crime cases too. I also love music,my favorites being malice mizer, gulu gulu, nirvana , ice nine kills, korn,slaughter to prevail and powerwolf! I like gothic type clothing but I normally dress in a baggy shirt and jeans so I feel out of place lol. I'm not the super touchy type (depends on the mood) because it gives me the ick. I'm more of acts of service and quality time type of lover.

I hope this is enough information! I love your writing < 3

Hi!! Thank you for appreciating my writing <3 You’ve got a lot of interests, you seem like a very interesting person!

With that said, I match you with a character that I didn’t think anyone would get matched with...

Lute!

I’m going to start from the bottom here and say that Lute is not very touchy either, so she appreciates having a partner who has similar tastes when it comes to love languages. Her primary language is quality time, if you’re spending time with Lute it means she considers you worthy and thinks your relationship is worth devoting effort on.

Her favorite way of spending time together is doing her own thing while you do yours and listening to music in the meantime. Maybe you’ll be studying and she’ll be stretching, or you’ll be researching historical facts while she’s preening her wings.

Speaking of preening, she will only trust you and herself to do it. She’s pretty shy when asking too, pretending not to care but you can clearly see her looking anywhere but in your eyes. She loves the feeling of your hands on her wings, and being taken care of for once.

Going back to your interests and what you two do together, she’s also not opposed to watching your favorite horror movies! I get the feeling that she’d be into those kind of things herself, and would also find crime cases interesting to follow. I can imagine you two making dinner or a simple snack and sitting on the cough together, watching a documentary on the latest crime case while chewing on your food as quietly as possible to hear every word.

Lute is not the type to get intimidated easily, especially if she doesn’t know someone personally, so your quieter and ���mean-looking’ exterior never really bothered her in the first place. When you two get closer and you eventually reveal the sillier side of your personality, she’s going to reveal hers as well. She loves out of pocket humor and mean jokes, so much so that you joke around with each other this way so often that others will question whether you’re actually lovers or...don’t like each other that much after all.

She also really admires the dedication you put into studying for your certification and the field you’ve decided to deal with. She loves dedicated and diligent people. It’s also almost funny to her how she’s an Exorcist and you’ll be working in the medical field.

Lute finds you very attractive, that is a given with her being your loyal girlfriend. She really wants you to feel confident in how you look and for you to dress how you want without feeling out of place, so she’s going to remind you that she finds you good looking very often, in her own way of course. She might be a little on the meaner side when it comes to these things, but she means well; she’ll straight up tell you to wear something more interesting if she knows you were planning to dress in a more gothic style but settled on the usual baggy clothes. She’ll then remind you that you’re good looking for her and it shouldn’t really matter what your family or others think.

Overall, Lute is a very supportive – still, in her own way - and devoted partner. If you’ve got to the point of being in a relationship with her, nothing can really separate you two from that point on.  

[fantasymindpalace]

Stacked Up - quinlar stripper au

sooo here's the first chapter of my fic. i had a good time writing it so i hope u guys enjoy <3 idek if its like any good at all but whatever lol. you can also read on ao3

A lit mirthroot blunt resting on the side of an ashtray sent small tendrils of smoke idly floating up toward the ceiling of Bryce's bedroom. She picked it up between her first finger and thumb and took a long drag. As she exhaled the smoke, her phone buzzed with a notification where it lay next to the ashtray, amid a vast collection of makeup products that she was in the process of applying. It was a text message from Hunt Athalar. 

What time are you planning on leaving for work tonight?

Bryce rolled her eyes and smiled softly. Her shift at the White Raven would start at 10 tonight and would last until around 3 in the morning. The first shift with this new 'partner' or 'bodyguard', or whatever the hell Hunt was supposed to be. Without meaning to, her mind wandered to the conversation she'd had with him earlier that day. A debrief about her "side hustle", as she'd referred to it. 

"I also work night shifts on weekends. I start at 10 tonight."

"Wait, you have a second job? Where?" he'd inquired, looking confused. 

"Yeah. It's at the White Raven. It's like, my side hustle, I guess. But I'd really appreciate it if you kept it on the low. Only Juniper knows about it." She'd replied in a mildly irritated tone. 

"Not even Ruhn knows?"

"No, he doesn't know. Literally only Juniper."

"What, is it like, a secret or something?" Hunt had asked her. 

Bryce had let out a dramatic sigh accompanied by an exaggerated eye roll, then said, "No, it's not! Well, kinda. I do bottle service there. I don't tell anyone because it would be considered like, unbecoming of the prince's cousin to work in nightlife. But, whatever. It's how I afford my apartment and all the nice things you say I have."

"You do have a lot of nice stuff." he'd replied, earning another exasperated sigh from Bryce. It was true, though. Her closet was full of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. Her apartment was beautifully furnished. And, on top of that, it seemed as though she was constantly getting her hair or nails done. 

"Well, I have expensive taste. Something you clearly don't know about," she'd said. Hunt had raised an eyebrow at that. 

Ignoring his expression, she continued, "Anyway, you should wait on the roof for me just like you do at Griffin. Just don't come in. Under any circumstances. Send me a text if you need me. I think it might compromise the investigation if the wrong person sees us there together."

The corner of Bryce's mouth quirked up into a little smirk at the memory of their conversation that afternoon. Hunt had seemed suspicious but didn't press any further. She picked up her phone, opened the message, and started to type. 

9:15. i need to get there early to change into my work clothes

He responded quickly.

Why not just put on your work clothes now?

because the uniform is a little........revealing lol

Understood. I'll be at your apartment at 9:10.

Bryce felt a slight twinge of guilt in her stomach at the lie. There was no uniform. She'd selected and purchased all of her work outfits herself. Her stomach twisted even more as she remembered the bigger lie from earlier. She wasn't doing bottle service at all. Whatever. His nosy ass was already in her business too much anyway. After taking another substantial drag from her blunt, she began to apply several layers of mascara to her long eyelashes. 

In the dressing room of the White Raven, Bryce leaned down to fasten the ankle strap of her heel. She wore a skimpy, hot pink bodysuit with crystal fringe adorning the minimal fabric that covered her hips and breasts. Her pink platforms were seven inches tall. Her burgundy hair was straightened and pulled back into a sleek ponytail, perfect for swinging around as she danced. The other girls were chattering and the heavy bass from the music playing on the club's speakers could be heard from above the ceiling. The room smelled of blunt smoke and hairspray. Vanities with lights around the mirrors displayed an assortment of beauty products and bobby pins scattered across the counters. 

"Juniper!" she called across the room, gesturing for her friend to help her with her outfit. "I can't tie this in the back."

Juniper pranced from the vanity she sat in front of over to Bryce.

"Turn around," Juniper said softly as she tied the strap of Bryce's top behind her neck. "This outfit is so cute! You'd better get a stack tonight!" she exclaimed with a wink and a tap on Bryce's mostly bare ass. Bryce giggled and turned around, crossing her arms and cocking her hip out to the side. 

"I'd better! It looked packed in there when I was coming in. I've made a thousand marks in a night with way less people in this bitch!" she said. "Your outfit is hot as fuck too, June. I'd say we're both leaving here with a stack!"

Juniper laughed aloud at that. Bryce glanced down at her phone screen, eyes widening. 

"Fuck! I'm supposed to be onstage in like, 2 minutes. See you on the floor, sexy!" she called out to Juniper as she started to walk toward the stage entrance. Her heart started to beat faster as she mentally prepared for her stage set. In her mind, Bryce ran through the songs the DJ would play for her and the choreography to each. She arrived at the backstage door and quietly slipped through, the volume of the music increasing substantially as it opened. She remained out of the crowd's sight as she waited for the dancer onstage to finish out her set. The DJ's voice boomed over the music coming through the speakers.

"Please give it up for Roxy Onyx!"

Bryce watched Roxy blow kisses toward the crowd, then bend down to start picking up the money at her feet while everyone cheered for her. Bryce applauded her as well. From what she could see, people were tipping well tonight. So, yes, she decided, she would be going home with a stack of marks tonight. As if on cue, the DJ's loud voice echoed through the club again as Roxy made her way offstage. Bryce gave her a high five as she walked past. 

"And now, please give a warm welcome to the star of tonight's show, Starlight!"

As Bryce walked onstage, the crowd erupted into cheering and applause. A wide smile graced her beautiful lips as she sauntered towards the center of the stage, swaying her hips purposefully. As soon as she placed her pretty hand on the pole, the first song of Bryce's set started playing, and she began to dance. She circled the pole a few times as the tempo started to increase. Her eyes scanned the crowd gathered before her, winking at a few regulars in hopes of getting them to tip more. Then, right as the beat dropped, she dropped to her knees. Placing her hands on the floor in front of her, she leaned forward slowly until her ass was high in the air. The volume of the crowd grew louder the higher Bryce's ass went. She scratched the floor with her long nails as she slowly rose to her knees again. In perfect time with the music, she popped back up on her feet, but remained low in a squat, working her hips to the rhythm. With one hand, she gripped the pole for support as the other hand snaked leisurely from her ankle all the way up her leg. She grabbed her ass cheek, jiggled it, and smacked it with a demure smirk toward the crowd as the money began flying all around and landing at her feet. 

Hunt could feel the heavy bass of the music vibrating in his chest as he sat on the roof. He tapped at a game on his phone, uninterested. To be honest, he was struggling to stay awake. He should at least be able to go in and get a drink, he thought, but he'd promised Bryce that he wouldn't. He opened the text message app on his phone and began typing.

Just checking in. Still want to leave at 3?

He knew he shouldn't be worried that Bryce didn't reply immediately. He knew she was working, obviously she wouldn't be able to get back to him right away. In an attempt to keep his mind off her, he closed the app and went back to the game. It didn't work. His thoughts kept returning to when he was picking her up from her apartment earlier. When she'd first opened the door, he'd barely been able to stifle his reaction. He was fixated on her alluring eyes, which were beautifully enhanced with dark, smoky makeup. Her long, pretty lashes left him breath taken. Then, he'd noticed her seductive, full lips, which were glossy and pink. Seeing that had caused another reaction. A physical one, which was much more difficult to conceal. And, as if all that wasn't enough, her perfume was purely intoxicating. Hunt had been trying not to imagine the "revealing" uniform Bryce was wearing right now. Trying, and failing. A deep sigh passed through his lips as he set his phone face down beside him, gazing toward the night sky. For a moment, he closed his heavy eyelids. He'd almost started to doze off when his phone vibrated with a notification. It was a text message from Bryce Quinlan. 

yeah. im doing good, ty for checking in. i'll be out in 20

Cool. See you then.

As Bryce and Hunt made their way back to the apartment, he noticed how tired she looked. She kept shifting her duffel bag of work clothes from shoulder to shoulder, so he offered to carry it for her. 

"I don't need some alphahole to carry my shit for me." she quipped. About two minutes later, she wordlessly handed the bag to him. The pair continued silently until they reached the door to Bryce's apartment. As she unlocked the door, Hunt asked, "How did your shift go?"

Bryce pushed through the door and said, "It was pretty good. I met my goal for the night!" stifling a yawn as she spoke. 

"Your goal?"

"Yeah, June and I set goals for tips sometimes."

"Oh? And what was your goal tonight?" he asked absentmindedly. He was more focused on her sleepy eyes, reddened from smoking mirthroot. 

"A stack," she stated simply.

"What?" 

"A stack!" she replied, pulling a zipper wallet out of a side pocket on the duffel bag Hunt was still holding. 

"Like, a stack as in a thousand marks?" Hunt questioned her. He wasn't sure they were referring to the same amount, considering it would be an outrageous amount of tip money to make in a single night. 

Bryce beamed as she removed a thick wad of cash from the wallet. "A thousand marks!" she exclaimed and started to count the money. One thousand three hundred and twenty gold marks. Hunt couldn't believe his eyes. He was simply too tired to conceal the disbelief on his face as he gently set the duffel bag down by the door. He couldn't fathom how she did it. But, he supposed, he would tip extra too if someone who looked like Bryce was his bottle girl. In fact, if Bryce was serving him bottles in the club, he'd probably end up giving her everything in his wallet. So he could potentially see how she pulled it off. Still, it was almost unbelievable.

"What?" she teased. "This is how I afford all my nice things, Hunt."

He shrugged. "I guess that explains it." He was trying to act casual, but his name coming from those pretty lips would be his undoing, and he was becoming too exhausted to resist them.

Bryce laughed unabashedly. Hunt's heart melted. 

"Well, I'm going to bed," she said, "I work again tomorrow night, same time. Rest up!"

With that, she swiped the cash off the counter in one motion, sauntered past him, and headed to her room. Hunt, still contending with his skepticism and intense attraction, obeyed her and went to bed.

[bisluthq]

I enjoyed Sabrina's album more than I thought I would. A little hit or miss, but overall pretty solid!!

I also enjoyed it way more than I expected to. There were a few things I really enjoyed about it: firstly, as always, her voice. Sabrina really and truly has one of the most, if not the most, beautiful voices of the Gen Z pop stars. Secondly, I liked the length. I liked that it was short and... sweet lol. Thirdly, well... let's get to the contents and do a track by track breakdown lol.

Taste - strong opener and my first thought was like "damn what a sick bop" but then I started thinking a little about what she was actually saying and I'm... what a fucking bizarre concept for a song. On the bright side, it's a little bit gay, which I really like, because okay girl yes she'll taste YOU on him - this is not a totally original concept and it's always a bit gay when girls start saying this kind of thing ngl and I'm into that aspect of it - but... the part that truly baffles me... is the "I heard you're back together and if that's true". I was following the whole message, and really vibing with the subtextual gayness, until that specific detail. Sabrina's essentially saying: "Camila, I know I got your sloppy seconds and he dumped me for you but I stole all his clothes in the period we were together and now even though he's back with you, you're gonna have to remember I had him in between you having him the first time and having him now." Which is... kind of a self-burn? Or is it? Is she like reclaiming being the August girl in this song lol? What is she actually saying? I'm baffled by this song, I truly am. Sick fucking vibes though if I turn my brain off and just vibe and don't think about the lyrics at all. I will listen to this song again. But I don't understand what the fuck she's saying lol.

Please Please Please - I disliked this song the first time I heard it, and I still dislike it now. I'm not sure if it's meant to be purposefully funny. "I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker" could be funny? But the whole song isn't really that funny? Also it's about Barry, clearly, with the whole "you're an actor" bit and I'm just like... is this woman addicted to self-burns? (Saltburns? Self-burns? Both seemingly lol). Because he sure as shit looks like he'd embarrass you, and y'all have now apparently broken up, so idk that you got what you were begging for here. I'm also going to be honest, the first time I saw the title I expected it to be an orgasmic thing like "please please please [get me off]" but it's not (that disappointed me the first time too) and idk I just don't vibe with this song at all. 2/10 maximum. Sorry. It's also just not vibey enough for me.

Good Graces - another solid bop. Kinda boring tho. Very standard like hype up gym music but feels deeply inauthentic based on the rest of her album and also her overall vibe because "I won't give a fuck about you" is... seemingly not true like at all lol. I feel like she phoned it in on this one tbh.

Sharpest Tool - this was the first song on this album I REALLY actually genuinely liked. I enjoyed it beyond just "yes it'd motivate me to keep running/rowing/stepping/cycling". I really like this song. I also must say, it sounds like Shawn really fucked her over. I think the confusion and the hurt is relatable and feels authentic and I just... I like this song. I also love the fact that she's like "you're a fucking idiot and I guess that makes me an even bigger idiot for falling for you" because I've definitely felt that way/thought that about some people but I am not certain I've heard it expressed in a song as directly and I just... really dig this song.

Coincidence - okay so I can see how if you're in a situation where someone you're seeing goes back to their ex, which is not an uncommon situation to find oneself in, this would be on repeat. It makes sense on account of how, as Sabrina has now repeatedly told us, Shawn went back to Camila. I do like the continuation of the Sharpest Tool thing where she's like "guess this makes me a bit of an idiot but not as much as you apparently think I am" and it's boppy af but yeah not my fave.

Bed Chem - I actively fucking hate this song. My first problem is that I just can't not see Barry in my head as she's singing it and I keep judging her for that. I know I've judged Swifties for that kind of thing before but I just... it's a pretty accurate description of Barry's vibe, same as Please Please Please, and I'm just sitting there like... "Sabrina, are you seriously telling me you looked at BARRY KEOGHAN AND POPPED OFF LIKE THIS?" Then I think like, actually yes, I can imagine that because despite her trying to make this probably the sexiest and most explicit song on the album it's super fucking unsexy. I hate positions and 34+35 (Sabrina also tells us the thermostat is set at 69 in this song and I'm genuinely asking if either Ari or Sabrina have ever had really good sex because thus far nothing has convinced me that they have) but I somehow hate this song even more ardently. It also sounds like it got lost from a shitty long forgotten 00s/10s one hit wonder's album. I just fucking hate this song. Everything about it is terrible. I wish I could unhear it. Then again, this appears to be a recurring theme for me and things to do with Barry - I wish I could unsee his "big bad mmmm" as Sabrina called it but here we are, I live in this timeline now.

Espresso - I've obviously heard this song before and look, it's cute enough but originally struck me as utterly forgettable. There was nothing to like or hate about it because it sort of just exists. However, the rest of this album has made me kinda reassess this stance because it has some unintentionally hilarious lines. "Too bad your ex don't do it for you," sings Sabrina, seemingly totally unironically, on an album primarily about how Shawn went back to his ex. I also find "I can't relate to desperation / My give-a-fucks are on vacation" very fucking funny, again because of the contents of the rest of this album. Bestie, all of your songs about Barry are desperate as fuck. You can't get over Shawn going back to Camila. When have your fucks ever taken a vacation plz stop lying to us. Also, on the bad sex thing like the whole Nintendo metaphor makes me... unconvinced she's ever had good sex because idk if I've ever been like "woah that was incredible, I got played like a Nintendo." It's also unclear to me from the lyrics who's the one playing Nintendo and while I can see how you could sorta do that vibe on a vajayjay if she's keeping HIM up by playing him like a Nintendo then that sounds like it'd be very fucking weird.

Dumb & Poetic - I'm not lying when I say to you guys this is one of my favourite songs I've heard this year. It is so fucking funny, it's so relatable, her voice sounds grand on it, I just love it. Honestly a 10/10 song. This is one of the songs I'm not totally sure is purely a Shawn smackcam - it's obviously inspired by him, but parts of it remind me of us. so it could also be a bit DoB. I think that's partly why I love it, because there are SO many guys like this in the world lmao and this song sums them up so so so so well.

Slim Pickins - RIP Gaybrinas, she just killed y'all dead. Aside from being one of the straightest things a woman has ever written I guess I can see why it'd be relatable to girls and gays who are feeling frustrated with their dating options bc boys are menaces, this is true.

Juno - Sabrina is truly at her worst when she tries to make sexy songs. This song is terrible. It is marginally less dreadful than Bed Chem, on account of how the title and concept is kinda funny to me (and that's intentional unlike with the accidental jokes on espresso, like she's making a funny intertextual reference and it indeed is pretty funny, I'll grant her that) but there's just NOTHING sexy about it? It's also another Barry song, evidently, and another funny thing about it is imagining his "whole package" somehow fitting inside Sabrina lol ngl.

Lie to Girls - like Dumb & Poetic, this feels like it could be an amalgamation of several arseholes she's had the uncertain pleasure of meeting. I also think it's a (mildly) mildly original and legit relatable concept in terms of us lying to ourselves if we like someone well enough lol. I think we've all lied to ourselves in order to justify being with someone we're into or to justify being into that person in the first place. It's not even just girls, everyone does this. It's also just a pretty song tbh.

Don't Smile - I like that she's honest in this song. Yes, girl. We know you're a petty and vengeful bitch. That's been evident on this album lol. It's much more like her based on her personality that I gleaned from this album than "my give a fucks are on vacation" when I don't think they've ever taken one in her whole life ever. I also like Sabrina best when she’s not trying to be a cool girl or a sexy girl because what I get from this album is she’s not naturally either of those things. She is deeply, almost painfully uncool. It’s funny that Olivia had an issue with her being too cool because Olivia naturally is fuck cool lmao and Sabrina is a whole ass nerd and very desperate to be liked and petty and vengeful and insecure and when she leans into that side of herself, she has some cool songs. Like as much as she wants to be sexy and nonchalant and brazen, she actually just hopes that no guy smiles that it’s over with her and it really disappoints her - deeply - when they leave.

I haven't listened to this one because it wasn't part of my Apple Music album but I went into Genius to make sure I remembered the lyrics right to make this post Needless to Say really makes me want to tell Sabrina to keep my lil sis/niece Olivia R's name out her skanky donkey dick sucking mouth. Genius tells me it's about her ex but idk it sounds like a pretty direct Olivia smack cam and she should stfu and stuff another donkey dick in her plastic mouth. (Jk, clearly I kinda like her now and I just wrote a very nice thing about her in the para above, I just like Olivia a loooot more lolol and actually on Needless to Say she is once again being uncool and petty if - as I think it is - it’s about Liv lol and that’s not cool of her but Sabrina at her best isn’t). I also don’t like that she had 13 songs as her deluxe album, feels very Swiftie of her but then again that’s also uncool and lowkey as I say likable re her. She should lean into that more.

IN SUMMATION: This is a solid album. I really like some of the songs on it. It's a solid 7/10 for me. I also respect just how much tea there was on this lol she really fucking is very upset that Shawn went back to Camila lmfao and I... respect that lol I guess.

[solitaryandwandering]

TAG GAME!

This is gonna be SO embarrassing but @waitmyturtles tagged me to put my Spotify On Repeat playlist on shuffle… and I’m gonna do it. Hearing all the other songs people have shouted out has been super fun!! My taste is extremely eclectic and I jump all over the place so… we’ll see what this turns out to be!

Here’s my first 10 songs on shuffle:

1) Gasoline by KEY

This song ALWAYS gets me pumped up. Clearly I needed a lot of that recently if it’s on this playlist.

2) Kidd by SE SO NEON

I love this music video and band. So cool, such a nice sound.

3) Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman

Never can have enough of her!! One of my favorite artists of all time. Recently saw a drag performance of this, so glam.

4) The Con by Tegan and Sara

A classic. Saw them in concert recently, they are GREAT live. Better than in the studio honestly, oops.

5) blue blur by Ryu Matsuyama feat. mabunua

Gorgeous vibes. Pretty sure it was y’all here on Tumblr who introduced me to this song, thanks so much!!!! OLD FASHION CUPCAKE SUPREMACY!!!! That show never steers me wrong!!

6) Bad : Commentary (with Song Taejong) by So!YoON!

Lol this is a weird one. I was listening to this album in the background while doing some work since I kept focusing too much on either music or English podcasts. Figured a Korean chatty sort of thing would work since I don’t know the language haha. If anyone wants to translate what they’re saying, send it my way. Here’s the song they’re commenting on if you’re interested. I highly recommend it, actually.

7) I’ll Remember by DAY6

September was FULL of DAY6 and I did not regret one bit of it.

8) MOVE by TAEMIN

Heck yeahhh

9) Villain by KEY and JENO

For some reason I just got really back into this song last month. It’s so fun!!

10) Closer by Tegan and Sara

Quite literally the song that made me realize you could desire women. Like, carnally. I have a vivid memory of watching the music video (in class on the one computer, WHY??) and reading the lyrics and just… realizing. I knew men and women and men and men could be attracted sexually to each other but… women? It had never crossed my mind. I had been poisoned by this belief that girls who liked girls did it in a “pure” sort of way. I got excited that I was allowed to feel this way, then terrified that I… may very well feel that way. This song was quite literally my sexual awakening (and triggered quite a bit of panic and internalized homophobia). Kinda hilarious now, watching the music video back. It’s so joyful, not promiscuous at all. I was in the nascent period of questioning my sexuality, at that point wondering if I was some sort of bisexual, and this song poured fuel into the fire.

I’m terrible at tagging so consider yourself tagged if you see this!!

[autumntouched]

Day 26 of Ode to Phoenix

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry AU Series in which Jake is a Cowboys fan (lol like Glen) and Natasha is a 49ers fan (like Monica and me)

Jake and Natasha's Wedding, Pt. II - Husband & Wife

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: None for this part, just fluff

A/N: This fic got really long so I'm posting it in three parts. I'm sorry this took awhile, and I'm a little nervous about it but needed to stop rewriting and get on to your ACTUAL requests. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted song suggestions! As you'll see, I may have gotten a little carried away. Also, clearly some of these songs are homages to Top Gun and TGM. Please don't judge my song picks too harshly. A note that they had everyone do their toasts at the rehearsal dinner the night before. Okay, hope you enjoy!

I'm sharing the full Hannix Wedding Playlist here, but the key songs are also included when they appear in the fic.

The Wedding | Pt. II - Husband & Wife

The next hour is a whirlwind of pictures with all of their loved ones and then finally, they escape to a quiet moment to themselves. Only a half hour, but it’s everything. Jake closes the door of the suite behind them. It’s been decorated with flowers for the occasion, and a small table with motif candles and flower petals waits with their meal.

But before they sit down, Jake pulls her into another kiss, this one so heated that it leaves her feeling almost tipsy. He cups her face in his hands, eyes bright. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you today how stunning you look.”

“You like the dress?” she murmurs, only inches from his mouth.

“So much I want you out of it so bad,” he groans and kisses her forehead. 

“I could say the same for you.” Natasha spreads her fingers across his chest. The fading sunlight catches the diamonds on her rings. Jake places his own ringed hand over hers, and she stares like she’s seeing their hands for the first time. 

“Maybe we could skip the reception,” he suggests, only half joking. Before she can scold him, he swoops in for another kiss and Natasha finds herself very nearly persuaded to agree. He kneels on the floor to help her out of her bridal heels, pausing to kiss each of her ankles cradled between the strap and the lace detail on the counter. 

It’s not until they sit down to eat that she realizes she’s starving, and although he must be just as hungry, Jake lets her have everything she wants from his plate. 

—

They enter the reception to “Take My Breath Away” and a thundering standing ovation. In the soft blue tinted light, Jake dips her again. Natasha stares up into her whole world with his scintillating green eyes, deep dimples, and imprinted laugh lines. The cacophony of clinking glasses begins already, and he murmurs, “I think they want me to kiss you, Mrs. Seresin-Trace.”

She grins back at her new name and cradles his jaw. “I think we should give the people what they want, Mr. Seresin-Trace.” Natasha kisses him and nearly bites his lip when he swings her back to her feet so he can finish it properly. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Gabby says into a mic, “that’s my incredible big sister and now another big brother for me to annoy. Jake, you can’t say you didn’t know what you were getting into.” 

Everyone laughs, and Natasha looks over to a little stage beside the head table where her sister and Rooster stand ready with guitars over their shoulders. For weeks, Natasha and Jake argued about their first dance song. Some couples bond over their taste in music, but theirs could not be more different. She was on the verge of digging in her heels when Gabby reminded her that Jake had made his proposal everything she wanted. All he was asking for was a song to let her know the life he wants to build with her. That was enough to persuade her to agree, but then Gabby rearranged the song and sent a recording of her and Rooster performing the duet. That was when Natasha finally understood that Jake wanted the song because of its conventional portrait of love, because he’d never imagined wanting that with anyone until her. 

Gabby starts to play while Rooster sings the first verse. “A few days before he turned 80, he was sittin’ out back in a rocker. He said, ‘What you been up to lately?’” 

Jake holds her so close that their knees brush as he leads. They’ve practiced this dance in their living room until they flow through the steps as one. Only now, there is an audience of their friends and family circled around them. Although she knows the lyrics by heart, as both Gabby and Rooster play and sing the chorus, it hits her that the man she can’t live without is now her husband and the one with whom she truly gets to do what she loves and call it work. 

She spins at his gentle prompt, her skirt swirling out around her feet, and whirls back into his warm hold. His smile is radiant when the palm he rubs up and down her exposed back presses her closer into the line of his body. She can feel his brass buttons on her chest and stomach. They no longer bother with the choreography and instead sway together. “You know why I really wanted this song, sweetheart?” he breathes over her ear. 

“Why?” she sighs happily. 

“It came on and by the end, I knew I was going to propose to you. I almost went straight home and did it.”

Natasha smiles up at him, thinking of him holding in his proposal so he could make it as perfect as it was. “You’re the only one I want this life with, dickhead,” she promises softly. 

His arm tightens around her. “I never knew I could be this happy until I loved you, Nat.” 

“Happy isn’t even close to what I feel right now,” she says thickly, nose a little stuffy with emotion. She laughs and blinks to hold back the sudden tears. “Jake, I love you so much.” 

He smiles tenderly. “That’s why I wanted to give you this.” 

A soft chord plays on the piano, and Gabby’s voice lowers and becomes more ethereal as Rooster accompanies her. “I found myself dreaming in silver and gold, like a scene from a movie…” It is the first dance song that she wanted, “Like I’m Gonna Lose You.” 

“Close your eyes,” Jake whispers. She squints at him suspiciously. He touches her cheek, the hardness of his wedding band on her skin going straight to her heart, and places a kiss on her forehead. She does as he asks. They sway together to the breathy notes of Gabby’s singing. His hand slides up to hold her shoulder as she rests her head on the chest that has protected her, comforted her, and carried his love for her. 

He squeezes her hand at the chorus, stroking her rings. “Okay, you can look now sweetheart.” At first, Natasha thinks her eyes haven’t adjusted because she and Jake are floating in darkness. Then he turns her slowly, and the soft glow of candlelight spreads around them as their friends and family pass a flame from candle to candle. Their smiles and awe are illuminated in a wash of warm, golden light that rises to surround them. She looks back at him, too overcome by the exquisite, breathtaking moment he’s orchestrated to know what to say. 

He rests his forehead on hers. “I wanted you to see how you light up our lives, Nat. The light you are in mine. Nothing scares me more than the thought of losing you.” His hold on her tightens as if the thought alone will sweep her away from him. 

His words nearly burst her heart. If she could, she would marry him all over again. She would marry him every day so he never forgets what his love means to her. Lips trembling, Natasha reaches up and cups his face as teardrops splash onto her chest. Whether they're hers or his she can’t tell. “You told me we have only so many times to tell someone we love them, and I wanted you to know that I’ll treat every one like it’s the last. I’ll never take it for granted.” 

She pulls him down into a kiss, their lips salty and wet with their mingled tears. A promise to love him always with no regrets. “It’s beautiful, Jake,” she whispers. “Thank you.” By the time Gabby and Rooster let the last notes drift into the air, they’ve given up moving altogether and simply hold one another.

They break apart to soft clapping and sniffles while the lights come up. Smoke from the candles wisps through the air, adding a magical haze to the room. As Jake takes her hand to lead her to the head table, Natasha’s glad that she has her own surprise for him. They pause at the stage to thank Gabby and Rooster for making their first dance so special. Natasha hugs both of them and nudges Jake when Rooster steals a kiss from Gabby when he thinks their backs are turned. Lise dashes in to blot the tears from both their faces. 

Making their way down the table, hugging their friends, takes them longer than Natasha would have expected, and her brother, Sebastian, is waiting to say the blessing by the time Jake pulls her chair out for her. 

Nervous about her own upcoming performance now, Natasha tunes in and out of Sebastian’s grace and is glad that their bowed heads mean Jake can’t see her worrying her lip. Her older brother is remarkable with words so his blessing receives an impressed round of applause. She blows him a kiss on his way back to his seat at her family’s table then gets to her feet. Nora, Payback’s wife and one of her bridesmaids, and Gabby take their cue and rise with her. 

“Where are you going?” Jake whispers, glancing at her parents standing to welcome everyone. 

Natasha smirks. “You didn’t think you were the only one with a surprise, dickhead.” Beneath his suspicion, he looks almost proud. Even when they’re keeping secrets they know one another too well. 

“Go get ‘em Phoenix,” he whispers loudly, leaning behind her chair to slap her ass. 

“Watch yourself, Commander,” she warns over her shoulder with a giggle, “you’re in uniform.” 

Gabby grabs her hand and tugs. “C’mon. Could you two behave yourselves for two seconds at your own wedding?” 

“It’s our wedding!” Natasha and Jake quietly protest in unison. But she follows her sister to the music stage. 

There are whispers of curiosity at the tables as Natasha pulls Gabby’s guitar strap carefully over her hair. While Gabby takes up the banjo she borrowed and Nora makes sure her violin is tuned, Natasha steps up to the mic. Fortunately, one of the lights throws a flare over the top of her vision so she doesn’t have to see too much of the crowd. 

“Thank you, Mama and Dad,” she says, “and like they said, we’re so glad you all could celebrate with us today.” She glances at Jake who’s watching her with his chin propped on his fist, dimples visible even from where she is. 

“As some of you may know, someone very important and dear in my husband’s life couldn’t be here tonight.” A thrill goes through her at calling Jake her “husband,” but the smile dropping from his face settles a weight in her stomach. She scans the crowd, and she’s relieved to see Sandy’s blonde tresses swaying through the tables as she makes her way to be with her son. “I never got to meet his sister, Colleen, because she passed away when Jake was in high school.” 

The sounds of sympathy scattered through the room turn to chuckles when she adds, “I’d like to think we’d be close, that she’d be happy to have me as a sister because I hear that until I came along, she was the only one who could keep her little brother in check when he was bent on being a dickhead. So to all of the Navy senior officers and anyone who has had the pleasure of working with Jake here, you’re welcome. From us.” Sandy takes the empty seat next to her son. Jake’s eyes crinkle, letting Natasha know he is entirely glad to be under her influence. She has to stop looking at him to get through the next part or she might start crying too much to be able to perform.

Clearing the tightness from her throat, she adjusts the guitar. “Sometimes I feel like I know Colleen a little, though, through all of the ways Jake carries her in him. I have her to thank for some of the things I love most about him. How brilliant Jake is, how relentlessly competitive, how protective and fiercely loyal, and how very very sweet and endearing he is. I wanted to make sure that she was part of our celebration today, that you all know how much she will always be part of our lives, and couldn’t think of a better way than one of her favorite songs for the wonderful Texas cowboy she gave me.”

In the quiet before she starts to play, she can hear people sniffling and blowing their noses. The wait staff does their best to move quietly through the room to serve dinner while they perform. Gabby passes her a pick, and Natasha plays the first chords, leaning into the gentle notes to ground herself. Nora joins on her violin. 

“I said I wanna touch the earth,” Natasha sings softly. “I wanna break it in my hands. I wanna grow something wild and unruly.” Building into the chorus she adds more forte to her voice and finally has her footing enough to look at Jake on, “Cowboy take me away. Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue.” 

Her fingers nearly lose their place on the strings when she sees the raw emotion on his face, the depth of gratitude, the softened grief, and the boundless, quiet awe she sometimes catches in her periphery. Now that it’s there for her in plain sight, she can’t look away. 

She steps off the stage and moves toward Jake, playing and singing just for him. He and Sandy sit arms twined and heads leaning against one another. Without missing a note, Gabby shifts from the harmony to the melody at the mic. Although it’s not how they practiced, Gabby and Nora fade out as they reach the end of the song to let her finish on her own. 

Standing in front of her beautiful cowboy who looks like he is truly on the verge of answering the invitation of the lyrics to take her away, Natasha sings the final words for him, “Cowboy, take me away. Closer to you.” She strums through the last chords of the song and lets her hands fall from the guitar with a smile. 

She’s barely finished before Jake is out of his seat, face blazing, to take her by the cheeks. Guitar and all, he hauls her up to his mouth and kisses her like they’re the only ones still in the room. His lips are sealed to hers, threatening to steal every last breath from her body, while their guests don’t even bother clinking glasses they’ll likely shatter and go straight to pounding the tables and stamping their feet. Their cocktail hour may have been a little too free flowing.

Rather than come to her rescue, the DJ jumps in with “Kiss Me.” She touches Jake’s shoulder, and finally he takes the hint. They’re both breathing heavily, her lips buzzing, when they break apart. “Colleen would love you,” he promises, tracing the curve of her ear through her hair. “She’d have loved that. I loved it.” 

He brushes his lips across her forehead before Gabby rescues her out of the guitar. 

“That was beautiful,” croaks Sandy, dabbing at her eyes then reaching across the table to hug her. “Thank you, sweetie,” she whispers. “That meant the world to him.” She draws back and affectionately touches her knuckles to Natasha’s cheek before also giving Jake a hug and returning to her seat.

Jake joins her to greet their guests during the meal, leaving Zach instructions to watch their plates. 

Part I | Part III

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

Hannix Football Rivalry Series AU

Tag List: @melodiousoblivionao3

[longeyelashedtragedy]

granit and uhhhhhhhhh šime 😭

i was legit just thinking about šime earlier today 😭

@colorsofmyseason also asked me granit so i will answer š's here and then tag u in that one!

favorite thing about them: man, of everyone who's made an appearance on my favs list, he is absolutely the most mysterious, both because he is mysterious but also because he would rarely do an interview in a language i can understand (tyoma is monolingual but somehow very understandable anyway 😂). šime speaks spanish and english but would only really do interviews in croatian or italian i feel like. so i feel like i know so little about him! but of course: he has the absolute most beautiful footballer tattoos (that BUTTERFLY!!!), fantastic taste in music, and his sense of style--a little more alternative/edgy than other footballers. he's clearly a guy who did his own thing without seeking a lot of external validation, and it was fascinating how he comes across as very mysterious but very steady at once. he's also very uniquely beautiful--there is that "you can tell a lot about a person based on whether they think šime or dejan is hotter" concept 😂 and the whole tungelr knows where i stand on this, but, damn if šime's slutty pirate/širen self isn't captivating to stare at. i miss him SO much and think constantly about how he essentially gave his whole career to the 2018 world cup without realizing.

something else is how humble and normal he always came across. of course you can only know about these people what they put on social media, but back when he was active on there, he was never vacationing to dubai or ibiza or on some yacht--he'd go home to Zadar and repair old cars with a grungy tshirt tied around his head.

least favorite thing about them: that he knocked up some Instagram Hot Lady and got together with her! and disappeared off social media and is made of literal glass! promise i'm not showing favoritism--i don't think šejan had a dramatic and bad breakup, but i think science kind of proves that the breakup was driven by šime bc dej is persistent as fuck and clearly a very devoted long distance boyfriend 😂

favorite line: omg i can't remember the exact translation of it, but it was during the wc when he was like "you film me doing everything, you'd probably film me taking a piss" and dej was like "THAT'S RIGHT!!!" i mean, the šejan lajvs had a ton of classics that i could go back and find, but i'm contractually obligated to say that one

brOTP: ŠLUKA! i loved their drunk asses together at the Slutty Pirate Party in zadar after the wc

there's a lotta good photos but obviously this one has širtless content so... I also feel like šime and domo would make a great brotp.

notp (switching these next two around): probs will piss off some section of gen z tumblr saying this kind of thing but...his girlfriend/fiancee/wife/whoever. just...Not feelin the vibe

otp: i mean...

to see šejan, two grown ass men, in hysterical giggles in their own private world, is something else entirely. those 2 really had something going on. they kind of had "read each other's minds and finish each other's sentences" vibes, except they were usually laughing too hard to even finish a sentence. at the same time, šime's calm, even energy was obviously so healthy for dejan's uh, in the words of Mo, stormy head. it breaks my heart that it is over.

(PLUS. when deki said šime should get his name tattooed on him on šime's pornographic workout livestream...)

(i think all my other photos are on insta somewhere)

random headcanon: i don't think i have one? in mare liberum, i want to figure out the headcanon about how he uh...got Cursed to become...what he is (NO SPOILERS even though i think mare liberum only has one reader lol).

unpopular opinion: idk what would be unpopular? i think that like, his playing when he wasn't injured was super underrated.

song i associate with them: so these are songs i associate with him because i've seen him listening to them:

badr hari by grše | california love by dr dre/2pac | i'm still standing by elton john (LOL) | klinka by jala brat (the song in the background of the Pissing Video).

jgb edit of deixa a gira girar by os tincoãs because i listened to this on repeat while writing 5.VII lol. i think i wrote the entire bathroom porn scene in 1 sitting and i needed something awesome to power me through

and then also... song for the siren by this mortal coil | o meu amor marinheiro performed by carminho (this song makes me cRYYYYyyY...i think it played a big part in inspiring mare liberum)

favorite picture:

ok i know this seems like a copout because it doesn't have his face, but...there's something about it

[hellisanhonourstudent]

First of all,you need to listen to this song - it slaps(Femme Fatale,by the Exit Eden group).

Second of all,listening to this and repeating it 134! times reminded me of Light Yagami - His relationship with Kiyomi Takada,to be more precise. Outside of the obvious fact that the music speaks about a dangerously seductive woman and a man as her victim,it describes very well how Takada got used then killed. (Alternatively:stupidsexpotflanders connected the two dots. She didn't connect shit. She connected the two dots.)

Twilight zone in the dead of night Sends a shiver down your spine Lips like blood and the look of love She's the master of divine "Back away for you will get burned" Yells the voice inside your mind But you refuse to see the signs

This part is already pretty telling. I'm kind of reaching here,but the first and second verses of this strophe(?) can be linked to the beginning of the relationship. Light getting back to Takada's life after those years is kinda weird,but not inherently suspicious. On the other hand,verses 3 and 4 are perfect describers of this dynamic(disregarding gender stuff,of course). "Lips like blood" talks about red lipstick,but it can also be about malicious persuasion(and,as you'll see later,the music does mention it) - a major weapon of Light's throughout the manga. "The look of love" is also present in this arc,and Light acts like the clever sweetheart with a sense of humor. "She's the master of divine" is clearly about Kira. It's knowing Light is Kira that makes Takada lower her guard in a way she definitely shouldn't. The last verses talk about how Takada had reasonable doubts about Light,but ignored her intuition. Just like it happened with the guy from the song. Bonus point:Takada got literally burned.

Like a moth you are mesmerized Flying spineless to the light Lost control feeling insecure The affection drives you wild Vulnerable you are led by her To surrender without a fight The sweet temptation is your guide

Look,an opportunity for a dumb pun! The first two verses from this stanza/strophe(?) describe quite accurately what happened in the manga,IMO. When Light told Takada he was Kira,she mentioned how he was "the only man she admired" and "all of it was too wonderful for words". Any suspiscion she might have about him is ignored because he's "the god of the new world" and she might be "his goddess". The other verses are more of an emphasis to his/her precarious situation,and to how the woman/Light took down his/her defenses.

She's a femme fatale Hypnotizes with her spell Armed with seduction and affinity She's a femme fatale Like an angel sent from hell When she rejects you with serenity She's a femme A femme fatale

Onto the chorus. Light is a Femme Fatale,and gender isn't a factor in my opinion - I'm talking about the classical archetype,where a woman with a dark agenda seduces,manipulates and ruins a poor shmuck. His "spell" is fairly mundane - during his monologues,we see him planning on how to "build a relationship with Takada in order to be able to control her". The fifth verse is perfect for Death Note's general Christian aesthetic,but I really don't see him as a Satanic Archetype. "When s/he rejects you with serenity"... When Takada got compromised,Light gave her a painful death by fire - "rejection" is the euphemism of the century,lol.

Just one touch and you lost your heart With devotion in her arms In those eyes you see innocence Never meaning to do harm Taste the lips, they are bitter sweet Drink the poison blind from love Intoxicated by her charm

As I said before,he's very gentle to her. However,said gentleness is tainted with ill intent and cruelty. Light takes Takada on his arms after promising he'll make her His Goddess(is this how they're calling it now?). In another one of their dates,Light asked her to be Kira,and Takada was taken aback enough to not being able to stand up. To keep her from falling down,he grabs her. To top it all,Light and Takada have those "meaningful looks". The guy is poisonous.

Pardonne-moi mes offenses Comme je pardon aussi À ceux qui m' ont offensés Et ne me laisse pas entrer en tentation Mais délivre-moi du mal

The Lord's Prayer in French(or at least a part of it). Christian stuff just for aesthetics is a trademark of the Death Note Manga. It doesn't go much deeper than simply "Rule of Cool",tho.

She's a femme fatale Hypnotizes with her spell Armed with seduction and affinity She's a femme fatale Like an angel sent from hell When she rejects you with serenity She's a femme A femme fatale

And I just put the chorus here because the song ends with it,and because I just find it neat.

Another bonus point:Takada was the last person Light killed in the manga.

I chose to speak about this relationship because while Light did many shitty things in the manga,most of them were related to him being a comic book supervillain - therefore,way over the top to be truly horrifying. However,an individual setting out to get another person's affections with the sole goal of using and discarding them after they're no longer useful? That's quite realistic(With Misa,it's a more complicated case,since she knew Light was playing the role of boyfriend and doesn't care much to know who he's as a person. I'm not saying Light isn't shitty to her,it's just that they're mutually awful in a way by being enablers. Light indulges Misa's fantasies,and Misa does Light's bidding). Plus,he seemed really gleeful during his monologues - as if he was high on that power.

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello! I'd like a platonic matchup for Hazbin Hotel! (something like a mother/father/guardian figure)

I'm a 13-year-old cis-girl, and I use she/her pronuns!

Idk if I have to put this since it's a platonic matchuo but I'm Pansexual (and very proud of it, like- you can see me wearing pins and/or accesories with the pansexual pride flag).

I'd preferred not to be matched up with Valentino, Velvet, Vox or Rossie (no personal reasons tho-)

I want her/him/they to be respectful with me and my boundaries, to not make fun (in a bad inentioned way) of my likes or hobbies and to be willing to spend time with me in some little moments of the daily life. I'm a very physical person and I express my (platonic) love through hugs and I'm practically going to cling onto the person you pair me with almost every time I'm with her/him/them. BUT if they don't like/aren't comfortable with physical contact I'm going to respect that and only hug them ocassionaly or when I'm feeling/they're feeling bad and instead express my (platonic) love through gift giving ^^

I'm a huge fan of the KidCore clothing style and I'm always wearing something making alusion to how the 90's and/or 2000's kids were dressed. I'm a very kind person and I'm usually smiling all the time, I tend to laugh at almost everything that is funny and I tend to snort or wheeze when I do laugh, other thing that happens is that my knees give out and I tend to end lying of the floor when I laugh of something I find very funny. I care very much about others (even more if they're my friends) but not to the point of being obsesive or intrusive, I always give everyone their personal space, and I tend to do everything that's in my hand to make them laugh or smile.

I also have this broken/or Gen-Z humor that bases on su1cid4l or self depricating jokes. I use that as a coping mechanism for when I'm feeling bad or just having a rough day.

My music taste is very variated but what domines in my spotify playlist are Indie Pop or normal Pop, artists like "Melanie Martinez" and/or "Mitski" and 80's-90's Spanish rock bands (La Frontera, Tequila, Los Ronaldos, Andrés Calamaro, Siniestro Total and Seguridad Social).

And please a mini fic of what situation first come to your mind ^^

-🇪🇸Anon (Ha! Ya didn't expect that. didn't ya? 👀)

OMG HI 🇪🇸 ANON!!! this was definitely a surprise!!!! thank you so much for sending in a request because I have the perfect character for you!!!

the character I chose for you is...

CHARLIE!!!

she is very respectful to you as a person and will love everything about you

she will never EVER make fun of you

she loves to hear about your interests, so please tell her about you because it makes her so happy when you do

she loves hugs just as much as you do, so hug her whenever you can because you will always expect a surprise hug (and sometimes she'll even sneak attack you with a hug lmao)

if you give her gifts, she will tear up lol

LOVES the way you dress

like seriously, she finds it to be the cutest thing ever

she will 100% let you dress her up

when you laugh, it is contagious, so she will suddenly start laughing LMAO

she cares about you just as much as you care about her and that's what makes your platonic relationship so great!

when you make self deprecating jokes, she will turn to you with this horrified look on her face saying "NO, NO, NO, NO!!!" and then Angel Dust will snort in laughter and Charlie will turn to him with a deadly eye lmfaoooo

will let you play music in the happy hotel

and per your request, here is a short fic :)

MINI FIC

"y/n? Could you hand me some of those streamers please?" Charlie said while standing on top of a ladder, covered in glitter.

"More streamers?" You giggled, handing them to her anyway.

"Yes, more streamers! How else are we supposed to advertise 'Happy Hotel' without streamers?!"

"And glitter?" You sneezed as more glitter flew up your nose.

"And glitter." Charlie echoed, clearly confident with her work.

"Well, either way, Charlie, I think it looks great!!"

"Thanks, y/n." Charlie climbed down the ladder and was greeted with a hug from you.

"Charlie, I can't wait for the Happy Hotel to open. It's going to be great."

"You really think so?"

"I know so!"

Just as you got out of your embrace with Charlie, Vaggie walked in, also covered in glitter. "Charlie. I support your idea of the hotel and all... but I hate glitter."

You just burst out in laughter, pointing at Vaggie's glitter covered figure.

Whatever was going to happen, you were already excited for the Happy Hotel.

~~~~~

matchup rules --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

[naneun-no]

What is your favorite jikook moment/bts song?😄

You saw my whiny little post from last night, eh? Lol. I was in a bit of a mood for a moment but thank you for indulging me ☺️🤣

But clearly I was talking out of my ass, huh, cause now I have to pick one favorite?! ONE?! Painted myself into a bratty little corner there, didn’t I.

Song: I am an indecisive person & I also tend to cycle through songs and have different faves at different times (like everyone probably) but one of my ultimate all time faves is We are Bulletproof: the Eternal. I’m a sap at heart, so that one can straight up make me emotional if I hear it at the right time. The guys have such clear emotion ringing in their voices, it feels so pure and raw and like it’s something they sing from the bottom of their hearts. It’s just a very epic feeling song, too, and musically gorgeous. I have so many other faves but I’ll say that one today 😁 lol

Fave Jikook moment?!? Seriously what was I thinking acting like I could pick one?! Feels like every time I see another moment or rewatch an old one, I see it from a different angle, pull something else out of it.

One that I find very tender that I think is a bit underrated is that 2019 fansign where JK ranked Jimin as first in looks.

Let me preface this: I detest those looks ranking questions. I get it, it’s showbiz, and maybe a bit of a cultural diff too, but it just grosses me out. Takes me back to junior high when the boys in my grade passed around a piece of paper with all of the girls in our grade ranked by looks 🤢 so, yeah, not praising the scenario here, BUT:

1. JK handled this so cutely

2. JM’s reactions and whole demeanor was everything.

You can watch the whole thing translated to English here (it has a JK focus in the bottom left), all the guys have adorable chemistry in this one and it’s a fun one to watch. The looks ranking starts at 3:40.

And when I tell you my man Jimin goes through a JOURNEY during this question. It’s kinda sad— getting ranked last previously, especially by JK, was probably hard on him (would have been hard on anyone, it’s just a fucking uncomfortable situation ugh) — and you can kind of see this moment where he hears that they’re doing a looks ranking, and that JK is doing it, and he kind of pretends to ignore it? Meanwhile everyone but Tae the ethereal blue-haired beauty who is shuffling through questions is watching JK.

Focusing on Jungkook for a sec — he prefaces the whole thing with this adorable caveat that this is HIS ranking according to HIS taste. Okay, we hear you. Continue.

They shuffle around while he says this, get situated and Jimin looks over, so clearly he’s aware of what’s going on after all.

But while JK works the crowd and builds up to saying who’s in first place, Jimin looks back down to read the same question he’s read like 6 times now. Cause he definitely for sure isn’t paying attention (again it’s actually fucking sad and I wanna hug him but luckily he has ppl in his life for that lmao). But boy does he read the heck out of that little slip of paper.

And then, surprising literally no one BUT Jimin, JK says first place goes to the one who USED to be ranked last, Jimin-ssi, cause he can’t not call him that.

And Jimin’s face. Y’all. He lights up. His shoulders lose this tension, he looks genuinely surprised and delighted and it’s fucking adorable. I think this meant something to him beyond on-stage antics of a fansign, I really do. And maybe I’m reading into it, but I think it felt good to Jimin for JK to do that, for whatever reason that may be.

AND THEN

yeah you thought I was done I’m not

AND THEN, Jungkook decides to screw the rest of the rankings and skip to the last place, which he was gonna name himself, but Joon cuts in and says just name second place because that man is an excellent leader and diplomatic as hell, and JK goes “okay I’m last” and names Joon second place in a cute little interaction (just go watch it). But what I find so telling about that is that JK basically threw the rest of the question. He didn’t want it, probably partly because looks ranking is cringey but also because I think he really just wanted to right the wrong of ranking Jimin last, put him at the TOP of the list according to HIS taste, for the record, and then be done with that shit. And I feel him.

Whew. If you got to the end of this thanks, I’m long-winded. Thanks for taking the time to ask and if you feel like coming off anon, I’d love to hear your faves in a reply 💜

[distort-opia]

bro Lol sorry im here 😂but your tags are very right about the "it's more than 5" 😁😁😁also just doing thisbhevause i can recognize IAMX lyrics when i see them (ur based)

Hey! No sorry, glad you had fun with those tags. It's a great art piece, the inevitable obsession most people develop with Bruce is one of my favorite things 😂 And thank you, clearly you also have great taste in music!