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boldlyvoid · 1 year ago

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Love Story

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: About a week into knowing her, Spencer knew he wanted to marry her one day. So, for her birthday, at The Eras Tour, he kneels to the ground and pulls out a ring...

Warnings: allusions to sex, stupid couple fights, Spencer spoiling her, roadtrips, food and drink mention, talks of the future (future kids) proposals.

a/n: this fic is for my best friend in the whole worlds birthday. @reidsbookclub, i love you, i hope you have the best time at your concert tonight <3

Word Count: 6k

Set in the Sweet Nothing Universe

He’s been in Reno for 3 months and dating Y/N for 3 months now, too.

They practically live together now that it’s summer vacation for her. She took on some kids for tutoring, and she sees them a few hours a week whenever they have time. She mostly goes to their houses or meets them at the public library, which is right next door to his work. She brings him in a coffee or a snack whenever she’s in town, they have lunches together and she even stays a little longer in town so she can drive him home afterwards.

It’s been wonderful.

Everyone at work knows her, they call her Mrs. Reid as a joke and she thinks it's cute… Spencer, on the other hand, wishes she was his wife so, so bad. It’s way too early to ask her, even if he knows in his heart that she’s the one for him. So he’s waiting. He’s not sure how long he’ll wait. He doesn’t even know if she wants to get married one day. He still has some things to learn about her.

Her birthday is coming up, soon, he knows that much. He actually learned about her birthday when Penelope was first telling him all about her. August 4th, making her a Leo, the lion sign, even though she’s as gentle as a flower.

They haven’t planned anything for her birthday yet, it's still a couple of weeks away. He knows she’s told her kids that she’ll be busy from the 3rd to the 6th, taking 4 days just to herself, she wasn’t planning on doing anything. Spencer wants to treat her to something so bad. Be it a nice dinner, a gift she wants or a trip somewhere. So he takes those 4 days off too, he books it in advance with his boss, it’s approved and now he just has to plan something.

During one of his lunch breaks that she isn’t sitting in on, he takes out his phone and calls up Penelope. Having known Y/N longer, she’s the perfect person to discuss ideas with.

“Spencer my lovely! What are you doing calling me at 3pm on a weekday?” She answers full of cheer.

“Y/N’s birthday is coming up, I need your expert advice on what to get her,” he heads right into it, skipping all the niceties, he only cares about her.

“Taylor Swift tickets, duh!”

“I tried that months ago, they sold out way too fast,” he complains. “We missed the Vegas show 'cause I obviously didn’t know her in March, all she has left are the Seattle and California shows… but again, they’re all sold out and the resale tickets are insane.”

“Hey, six grand for 2 tickets with the love of your life is so worth it,” Penelope teases. “I might have a connection to the Inglewood show… maybe I can see if they have any last-minute tickets?”

“How do you have a ticket connection?”

“My brother's wife works for Ticketmaster, she said they save some tickets for important people until the last minute and if they’re not taken, they get released to the general public and you can get better deals if you call Ticketmaster instead of going online,” she explains. “I’ll give her a call, I’ll see what she can do.”

“Okay, call me back when you know more?”

“Will do, Spence-roo,” she says before hanging up, making him smile.

—

He goes home to Y/N’s apartment that night, they have a home-cooked meal together and they settle down on the couch to watch something on TV and just relax for the rest of the night.

She’s cuddled into Spencer’s side watching TikTok on her phone. She scrolled and scrolled and scrolled, barely watching anything for more than 30 seconds and then she stops on one. Spencer can hear the music and the cheering, it’s a tour video. He peeks over to it, watching as someone proposed to their girlfriend in the middle of Love Story.

She likes it, opens the comments and congratulated them. The next words out of his mouth are barely in his control. They just tumble out.

“Do you ever think about getting married?”

She smiles up at him, “To you? Absolutely.”

He pulls her in for a kiss. She locks her phone and tosses it to the side so she can climb into his lap and kiss him some more. His hands migrate to her hips, and she runs her fingers through his ever-growing hair. Making out with her on the couch, she lightly grinds against him, he hums into the kiss, breaking it to kiss her jaw along to her ear.

“I’d want to marry you too…”

She cups his face, staring him down, “Ask me whenever you’re ready.”

“It’s not too soon?”

She shakes her head, “No… I mean, people will probably think you knocked me up because of how fast we’ve moved but, it’s been 3 months. We know everything about each other, we sleep beside each other every single night, and I never want to break up with you. The next logical move would be to get married.”

He steals another kiss, “I think,” he kisses her again on her jaw again, making his way down her neck, “You’re right.”

She smiles, letting him go down to her boobs, “about people thinking you got me knocked up?”

He laughs against her, “I mean, we fuck so often—

“No, don’t even joke,” she pulls his attention back to her. “You can’t get me pregnant just randomly, I don’t have enough money to pay for my substitute. You’d have to knock me up so I can have the baby in the summer…”

He laughs, “You’re not serious, right?”

“I’m completely serious. I don’t get maternity leave, I have to have summer babies if I want to keep my job.”

“I have money,” he reminds her. “If we get married it becomes our money, you’d never have to worry about anything ever again.”

She settles slightly, her shoulders drop again and she stares at him so softly, “I’d still worry, you know me.”

He kisses her again, reaching up to brush her hair back, “I’m going to take care of you for the rest of your life… and if we ever had kids, you know I’d do the same for them.”

“Do you want kids, like genuinely?” She asks. “Cause I know you love Henry and you said that you thought about having them with Maeve but—

“I want you to have my babies… whenever you’re ready,” he tosses the phrase back to her.

That does it, she dives back in for another kiss, heating it up tenfold, he cradles her head and back, leaning down against the couch so he can hover over her. Working the button on her jeans open, he starts to tug on them when his phone rings. He wants to just let it ring, but it’s Penelope's ringtone. He hasn’t changed it, no matter how long he hasn’t worked with her, it’s still the same thing.

“Hold on,” he whispers, trying to pull away.

“Leave it,” she tugs him back in. She gets a few more kisses in and then he pulls back further.

“I can’t, I’m sorry, I have to take this,” he reaches out to grab his phone off the coffee table and walks out of the apartment to take the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sorry, I know it’s late,” Penelope answers. “But I have good news. We were able to pull some strings and I got you 2 floor tickets for the 4th.”

“No way?” He’s gobsmacked.

“Way!! I gave her your information, the tickets are in your name and they’re being mailed to you so you’ll have physical tickets. You can just pay me back.”

“What was the damage?”

“they were $1800 each…”

“That’s a lot better than the resale price,” he’s so glad. “Thank you, Penny, really, she’s going to love this.”

“Hey, she was my friend first, I’d do anything for her,” Penny teases. “Now go back to hanging out with her, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“thank you, we love you,” he reminds her.

“I love you too!” And then she’s gone.

He heads back inside and she’s no longer on the couch. The tv is off, all the lights are out, and she’s retreated back to the bedroom. He knocks before he enters, “Hey… sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” she says, clearly a bit upset. “I get it, works more important that me sometimes.”

“No, no it’s not… and that wasn’t work.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Cause it doesn’t.”

He timidly walks towards her, “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. I know. But it was important… it’s for your birthday, that’s all I can say.”

She bites back a smile, looking him dead in the eyes. “Really?”

He nods, “You still have from the 3rd to the 6th off, right?”

She nods, “I do… why?”

“I’ll tell you more when the day gets closer, just, don’t plan anything, I want to make this special. This is our first birthday together, I want to celebrate you.”

“Okay, you’re forgiven,” she gives in, she rushes over to him and tosses her arms around his neck. “But next time it rings and you’re about to go down on me, it can wait.”

“It definitely can,” he agrees, picking her up, he tosses her onto the bed. “Let me make it up to you.”

—

She watches the era’s tour live streams on TikTok every weekend, she favourites outfits that she’d want to wear and she tells Spencer all about the surprise songs that she’d want to hear live one day.

What she doesn’t know is that Spencer has memorized everything she’s said and he’s been using it to his advantage. He’s found her Pinterest board with eras tour dream outfits, and he’s made a playlist of her favourite songs so he’ll be able to sing along no matter what surprise songs happen. And he’s started to buy tour outfits for himself too.

He puts a lot of work into her tour outfit, too. It’s midnights themed, he got her a denim jacket with the back panel cut out and replaced with a starry lace pattern. He bought iron on paper and printed out her favourite lyrics to iron onto the arms and put stars on a pair of dark blue Converse. He’s even been making friendship bracelets while on his lunch break at work. He just hasn’t been able to decide on what to get her to wear under the jacket and with the shoes. Nothing seems to be perfect enough.

He’s walking home from work one night when he passes a window display full of sparkly dresses. He just doesn’t want to get her the wrong size. So he has the bright idea to take one of Y/N's dresses with him to the store to compare sizes. Trying to steal one of her dresses… that’s going to be difficult.

“I have a question for you,” he asks that night at dinner. “But you can’t ask any follow-up questions or anything, okay?”

“Alright..?”

“Can I have one of your dresses to compare to a dress I want to buy you for your birthday?”

She swoons, “Yeah… or you could take my measurements?”

“Either way, I just want to make sure it fits.”

And so that night she gives him one of her favourite dresses. She tells him the size she prefers in different fabrics and he makes a mental note of every single thing she says.

The next day, he brings the dress to work with him, people want to ask questions but they don’t. He makes it through the day, walks out of work with the dress and right into the store he saw yesterday.

The shop owner clocks him right away, noticing the dress, she thinks he’s making a return.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“I’m surprising my girlfriend with Taylor Swift tickets for her birthday and I’m trying to plan her outfit, too, and the dress in the window is perfect! I brought in one of her other dresses, just to compare sizing so I get it right,” he explains.

“Oh my god, aren’t you the dream boyfriend?” She teases. “Can I see that?”

He places it on the counter for her, she takes a look at the tag and holds it up, “I think I have the window dress in this size… what era are you going for?”

“I made her a jacket in the Midnights aesthetic and her shoes are evermore,” he shares. “The dress in the window is kinda mirrorball-esque, I like it.”

“You know your shit,” she can’t believe it. “Do you have an outfit picked out?”

He shakes his head. “No, I can’t decide if I want to do fearless or lover…”

“You could do both, get a puffy Romeo shirt and some pink pants, that would be cute?”

“Yeah, yeah I like that idea… you know the Lover album cover, the heart she has around her eye? How would I do that?” He asks, he hasn’t had someone to talk to about any of this, so he’s taking a chance and asking everything.

She’s really helpful, she’s able to get him the dress in the right size, show him where he can get adhesive sparkles for the face, helps him plan his own outfit and even get some accessories too. He spends a fair bit of money in her store and he thanks her.

“I’m going to bring her back here after the tour, maybe she can get her engagement party dress here,” he suggests.

“Wait, are you going to ask her to marry you at the show?”

He nods, “During love story.”

“She’s one lucky girl,” the shop owner swoons again. She’s overjoyed for them. “If you bring her back here for that I’ll give you a discount, that’s the sweetest thing in the world. I really hope she says yes.”

“Me too.”

—

He stole a piece of her costume jewelry when she wasn’t looking, a ring she typically wears on her right ring finger and brings it with him to all the jewelry shops he goes to. Finding a ring that feels like Y/N is hard. He wants it to be perfect, he wants it to be big and pretty and something she’ll show off to everyone. He wants it to be a ring that will stay in style for the next 50 years, he wants it to last.

He’s looked at a million styles, every colour and cut imaginable… but nothing seems right. He knows the kind of rings she likes from her Pinterest, but even they don’t seem to fit what he imagines for them. This ring is supposed to symbolize their love and their relationship. It has to be perfect.

He finds the ring on Etsy of all places. It was his last chance to get a ring. There were only 2 weeks until her birthday and he had to make sure the ring was in his possession before they took their trip to LA.

The ring comes in two parts, one ring for the engagement and the other for the wedding. The wedding band perfectly encompasses the engagement ring, making the main ring look like it has little leaves coming out from around it.

He gets them in white gold, the main stone is a man-made, oval-shaped diamond and the stones around it are man-made opal, 4 on each side to be exact, shaped like little diamonds. The wedding band also has man-made stones, in green. Together, they look perfect. He has them expedited, he pays the artist top dollar to make sure they’re at his house by August 1st and he prays they make it.

—

She picks him up after work on July 31st and when they arrive at his house, there’s a package sitting on his front step. Part of him is furious that they just left it, they didn’t leave a drop-off notice and take it back to the UPS store for safekeeping, the rest of him is relieved that it made it. Y/N on the other hand, is nosey. She wants to know what he ordered. She’s curious as to why he didn’t want to open it in front of her, but she doesn’t bring it up again once he hides it in his room.

They’re in the middle of cooking dinner when she wraps her arms around him, stands on her tip-toes and rests her head on his shoulder to watch him stir around the pan. “Can I ask a question about my birthday?” She pries slightly.

“Depends on the question.”

“Do I have to pack a bag or anything?” She asks the first question.

“Yeah… I got us an Airbnb for the few days we’re taking off work,” he explains, not giving away too much.

“Okay, and what should I pack?”

“Underwear, pyjamas, comfy clothes,” he lists off a few things. “Makeup and whatever you want to do with your hair… I’m going to tell you what’s happening the day of, you’ll have a few hours to plan for each event.”

“Each event?” She picks that out.

He just nods, “You’ll find out more later.”

“Fine,” she sighs, resting her chest against his back now, she holds him tighter. “I’m going to go all out for your birthday too, you know.”

“I know… we’re kind of obsessed with each other,” he teases.

“I think it’s called love,” she reminds him.

“You’re right… I do love you a lot,” he says as he spins around in her grip and hugs her close, kissing her neck gently. “I love you so much.”

She hums happily, “I love you too, sneaky man. It’s killing me that I don’t know what’s happening but I trust you.”

“Good,” he pulls back and cups her cheek. “How would you feel leaving late on the 2nd instead of early on the 3rd?”

“We can do that, I know you prefer driving at night,” she knows him well. “We can pack after work and leave once we’re done.”

“I will be packed the day before,” he teases. “I’m not a last-minute man.”

“Oh, I know, you don’t do anything lightly, but I might need help packing,” she reminds him. “You can help me pick out accessories and shoes to match whatever you got me.”

“You think I didn't get you shoes and accessories? Have you seen me?” He teases, that’s one thing she loves about him. He’s always matching.

She just laughs, “Of course you did.”

—

Spencer walks from his apartment to hers with 2 suitcases, one for his own things and one just for their eras tour outfits. He has her second key fob, so he unlocks her car when he arrives and puts his things in the backseat and heads up to her apartment. He knocks once but ultimately lets himself in. “Babe?”

“Bedroom!” She calls back, letting him know where she is.

“Hey…”

“So I’ve played out a bunch of outfits, what ones will be good for what you have planned?”

“Anything is good, I have your outfit for the main event planned, the rests are dinners, brunches and us driving to and from California.”

“We’re going to California?” She can’t believe it… but then she clues in. “Oh my god, Spencer, why are we going to California?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, you tell me?”

“I’m going to lose my mind if we’re doing what I think we’re doing,” she explains, rushing to his side, she places her hands on his shoulders, “I’m going to go nuts.”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to…”

She can’t believe him, she just hugs him and holds him there, “Oh, you’re so cute when you try to lie to me, I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he hugs her back, kissing the top of her head. “Now, hurry up and pack, we can check into the Airbnb after 10pm tonight, if we leave now we could be there by midnight?”

And so they pack her up, they check the apartment to make sure everything is off and all the widows are closed and they head out. She locks the door, he brings her suitcase down to the car and she lets him drive. He’s a lot more comfortable on the road at night, he takes them out of Reno, down Highway 695 towards Carson City. They see Bridgeport, Willow Springs, Mammoth and Crowley Lake, Big Pine, Independence, Long Pine and then they stop for gas and a snack. He drives from Long Pine to Ridgecrest and then they pass through Mojave around 11:30.

They’re in the home stretch now. She knows exactly what’s happening when they go through Santa Clara. She can see on their GPS that by taking the 405 south they’ll end up in Inglewood in just a few minutes.

He got them a cute little Airbnb just a stone's throw from the stadium, they’d be able to walk to and from if they wanted to. Once he parks outside of it, she turns to him with tears in her eyes. “How did you manage to do this?”

“Penelope,” he says with a smile. “She knows someone at Ticketmaster, they got me really good tickets for the 4th. I bought you an outfit, I made myself one, too… I know how badly you wanted to see her so I made it happen.”

“You really are the man of my dreams,” she swoons. “Thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he reminds her. Meaning every word.

“I know… now let’s get all our shit inside so I can give you a proper thank you.”

—

They spend their first day there just looking around. They have brunch at a cute little spot she’s always wanted to try, they visit the National History Museum and Exposition Park. It’s a lovely day where they just get to hold hands and be together. They order dinner to their Airbnb and eat while watching TV and then they spend another night in bed together. It’s perfect.

When they wake up on the 4th, Spencer smothers her in kisses and wishes her a happy birthday… they don’t leave the bed for a while after that.

He orders her breakfast and while they’re waiting for it, he shows her the outfit he has picked out for her. The dress, her jacket, the shoes, a cute little clear purse for the stadium and a lot of sparkly makeup options for whatever she wants to do.

“Spencer, this is perfect?” She’s amazed by it all. “How did you know?”

“I found your Pinterest,” he shrugs. “and you always show me cute outfits on TikTok, I took a lot of inspiration from what I knew you’d like and your favourite songs to make this… and these,” he pulls out a ziplock bag full of bracelets. All handmade. All perfect.

She spreads all the bracelets out on their bed, and she reads each and every single one. He has sent titles, lyrics and abbreviations, even quotes from Taylor that he’s memorized from how many times she’s watched Miss Americana on her days off. “Spence, how am I going to part with these?”

He shrugs, “Don’t trade your favourites? Maybe leave any special ones here?”

“Yeah, I guess I could do that… I can’t believe you went through all the trouble of making these just for me, seriously, when did you have the time?”

“On my lunch breaks,” he laughs to himself. “I had no idea what I was doing and then Keesha, our undercover girl, showed me how to make them better.”

“Everything is perfect, Spence,” she stands and wraps her arms around him, holding him close. “This is going to be the best night of my life.”

She really had no idea.

“I was thinking we could maybe go get our nails done,” he says as she pulls away. “We don’t have to be at the stadium till 6, I think it would be nice to get some eras nails done? I might even get some colour?”

“Yeah, that sounds amazing!” She agrees, not thinking anything of it.

He really just wants her to think her nails are pretty when he slips the ring onto her finger later tonight.

He already made the appointment with a local nail salon for 1pm, giving them enough time to head back to their Airbnb and get ready for the show and maybe even get something to eat before they go. He’s such a planner. She loved every second of it, it made her less stressed to know that he already knew everything that was going on and he was confident about it too.

He gets his nails done as well. He’s always wanted to but never had the chance to. He gets just basic gel while she goes all out with a shorter acrylic shape, she gets sparkles and stars all in the 10 different album colours and she loves them. She keeps staring at them the whole walk home, she loves how they sparkle in the light and how pretty the shape makes her hand look.

The ring is going to look even better on her hand now.

They shower together back at their place, Spencer watches in awe as she does her hair and her makeup and it’s not until the end that he hands her the adhesive sparkles and asks her to help him put the lover heart around his eye.

“What did you plan for your outfit?” She asks while carefully sticking each sparkle to his face.

“I got some bright pink pants, like, highlighter pink, bright,” he smirks. “I also bought a puffy shirt like Romeo… I wanted to go for Lover Story.”

She laughs, “Oh you’re going to look good.”

“I also bought cowboy boots…”

“You didn’t,” she can’t believe it. “What colour?”

“Pink.”

“Oh my god, Spence… really?”

“well like you said Lover and Midnights go together like they were planned to be back to back and you’re my other half so I wanted us to match… and then I’m partly fearless which came after Evermore which is on your shoes, so, it all matches.”

“I love you,” she cups his face gently, “like it’s insane how much I love you.”

“It’s not insane. It’s the perfect amount,” he teases, pulling her in for a kiss.

—

She doesn’t know they have front-row seats until they’re at the stadium getting their tickets checked. The best part of her reaction at the gate is that she thinks this is the last surprise… she’s so overjoyed with the thought of being that close to Taylor Swift that she can’t even fathom him proposing tonight.

From all the Tiktok's that she’s watched since March, she knows that the best time to go to the merch stands isn’t before the concert. It’s during. So, on their way to their seats, they simply buy some overpriced drinks and trade a couple friendship bracelets before heading towards their seats. She looks around with her mouth agape, amazed at how big the place is and how much of the stage takes up the floor.

At their seats, she shakes her head and lets out an exasperated laugh, “I can’t believe you got these?”

“Only the best for my girl,” he teases, wrapping his arm around her, he brings her in and kisses the top of her head. “I love you, Happy birthday.”

“I love you,” she smiles up at him. “Thank you for this, really. I’m going to thank you a million times.”

“You don’t have to,” he waves it off. “I wanted to come too, you know, she’s a big reason we’re together in the first place.”

“If only we could tell her thank you,” she laughs.

“We should’ve made a sign,” he teases.

“We should’ve…” she agrees. “Maybe I can just put big text on my phone and hold it up to her?”

“That could work.”

So that’s what she does, sitting in her seat, waiting for the opener, she drafts a few things to say while the stadium starts to fill up.

It takes a while before someone behind them actually shows up. Spencer worried there for a moment that the seats behind him didn’t sell and thus part of his plan for tonight would be ruined… but then a couple girls, in their teens, show up just before HIAM comes out to play.

Spencer takes something from his pocket, pretends to reach between their seats to the floor and turns back to one of the girls. “Um, I think you dropped this,” Spencer says to the girls behind them, he hands them a note and a $5 bill. Y/N watches him hand it back to them and then turns right back to watching the openers play.

“Oh thanks,” the girl says with a smile. She opens the note and her eyes widen as she reads it.

‘Can you please record me and my future fiancé during love story? I have an important question to ask her and I want to remember it forever.’ And his number at the bottom.

She looks at Spencer with her eyes full of tears and nods, mouthing “I can do that.”

He gives her a thumbs up and turns back to watching the show. HAIM are a band he’s heard Y/N play before, he’s surprised how many words he knows just from being around her. They’re amazing and he knows that because they’re on the tour now, that means their song with Taylor has been added to the setlist. He really likes that one, even if it is about premeditated murder.

He knows the setlist like the back of his hand. It starts with Lover, the intro is a remix of all her eras names over top of the song Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince, the dancers wear these big sheets of fabric, peacocking around the stage and then they cover the middle of the main diamond stage. Once they lift the sheets back up, however, Taylor emerges onto the stage and the crowd goes wild.

He’s seen the show on Tiktok live so many times that he’s okay with missing it in person, instead, he watches her. He watches the way she stares at Taylor like she hung the stars and the moon herself. Like she’s some sort of god and everyone here is blessed to be in her presence. She cries, shaking her head in disbelief, she chants the words back to her and doesn’t even realize Spencer has been staring at her the whole time.

“Look how close she is,” Y/N bumps his shoulder and points. “She’s literally right there.”

“I know,” he smiles, so in love with her he couldn’t even pay attention to Taylor.

When Cruel Summer starts, she screams so loud, Spencer’s sure she’s going to lose her voice tomorrow. He finally starts paying attention to the show now. Singing along, he knows all the words. He actually really loves this song. And the man. He loves everything from Lover simply because he’s so deeply, deeply in love.

Post-lover, Taylor heads in for a costume change and thats when Spencer starts to feel anxious. He’s 2 songs away from his big moment. He checks his pockets, he still has the ring, in its box staying safe, it’s right there and ready to go. He almost blacks out for most of Fearless, he snaps back into it for You Belong With Me and the first note to Love Story gets his heart beat racing a million miles a minute.

He looks back at the girl behind him who has her phone out already she smiles at him, nodding like she’s ready to go and he takes a deep breath. Taylors walking down the catwalk, she’s going to be literally right in front of them when he gets down on one knee… he doesn’t think she’s seen a proposal this close and in person yet on this tour? Maybe she’ll notice them?

He sings along, genuinely loving the song and it steadies him a little. Y/N is singing too, jumping up and down and pointing at Taylor during all the best parts. She’s having the time of her life… she has no idea what’s coming.

The second chorus comes and he reaches into his pocket, he’s holding the box in his hand and his heart is in his throat.

“And I got tired of waiting… wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading! When I met you on the outskirts of town!” Y/N sings along. “And I said Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you but you never come is this in my head I don’t know what to think, he kneels to the ground and pulled out a ring and—

She notices then that he’s dropped to one knee, following the song, he holds open the little black box and she screams. Everyone in their section is screaming. “Marry me, Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone I love you and that’s all I really know!” Spencer sings along to the song.

She’s frozen, can’t believe this is happening and real but she looks at the ring and then at him, her eyes full of tears. “Yes!!! Yes, I’ll marry you!!” She gets down to the ground with him and pulls him into a kiss, he smiles into it, happier than he’s ever been in his whole life.

When she pulls back he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto her ring finger. He helps her back to her feet and all she can do is stare at it. “Holy shit?”

“I love you!” He shouts, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I want to love you forever.”

She pulls him into another hug, not even noticing that Taylor did see it. She pointed at them, she got excited and there was footage of it from a million different angles that she’ll get to see later. She finishes the song, running back to make her mark and then she disappears once again to get ready for Evermore.

Y/N snuggles into his side, her left hand resting on his chest, she keeps pulling her hand back to look at it. There’s just enough quiet between eras that she asks, “Where did you get it? It’s beautiful.”

“Etsy,” he says with a smile. “It was on my doorstep the other day when you came over.”

“No way?” She laughs, “how long have you been planning this?”

“Since I asked you how you felt about getting married one day,” he admits.

She stands on her tiptoes and leans in for another kiss, “I Love you.”

“I love you,” he reminds her. “Forever and always… but I actually mean that.”

She laughs, “god, you really are the number 1 fearless stan, aren’t you?”

He’s about to reply when the girls behind him poke him in the back, “Hey!” They both turn around. “I texted you the video and my friend got the other angle of Taylor's reaction!”

“She saw it?!” Y/N freaks out.

They nod, freaking out with her, “Yeah!! She pointed at you guys and she was so happy!!”

“Holy shit!” Y/N shouts for the second time. “This is the best day of my fucking life, how does it keep getting better?��

“I don’t know man, but congrats!” The girl says. “You guys are so cute together.”

“Thank you,” they say at the same time.

She looks at him this time like he hung the stars. If you told him just 4 months ago that he’d find the love of his life and get engaged to her at a Taylor Swift concert of all places, he would’ve laughed… now he can’t imagine his life going any other way.

This is where he was always supposed to be.

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patriwoso · 1 year ago

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are you flirting with me?

lena oberdorf x reader

“Pick up” You grumble, the facetime ringtone going on longer than you liked.

“Hey baby” She spoke, your favourite sound. “Sorry I left you hanging, my mom was on the phone.”

You bite you lip softly, fiddling with the drawstring on the hoodie you were wearing, her hoodie.

“Don’t worry, your here now. I missed your face.” You smirk softly.

“Are you flirting with me Miss Y/L/N” She gasps.

“Maybe I am, Miss Oberdorf.”

The next morning, your alarm wasn’t much help.

“Y/N!!” Gio shouts, barging through the door. “Wake up!” She throws a pillow at you.

“Fuck Gio” You groan, throwing the pillow back but completely off target.

“Spent too much time on call to you lover girl eh?” She teased.

You stuck your finger up at her then flopped your head back onto your pillow.

“What are you moping about?” Gio slumps beside you, trying to look at your phone to see who you were messaging.

“Hmm, nothing.” you quickly turn your phone off, not wanting her to see. “Why are you still up anyways, you said you were going to sleep.” You raise an eyebrow slightly.

Gio shrugged. “Got bored, came to make a drink.”

You fiddle with your phone case, eager for your own space to continue your message conversation.

“I went back to claim what was mine.” Gio looks at you.

“You what?” You look at her, confused.

“You used my face wash.. I just went to get it back. And i saw the polaroid on your cabinet.”

“Of….” You tried to act dumb but you knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You and.. Lena” She looked at you with an expression to tell you that you can let her know anything.

“Hmm” You hummed, blushing slightly.

“There was one of you kissing. Are you guys.. you know”

“Yes, well done detective Gio. Lena and I are dating.” You huff, admitting defeat.

“How long?”

“A year”

L x

I miss you ❤️

You

Miss you too pretty girl. Hope your flying over for my game at the weekend. I know your schedule is free 😉

L x

I’ll see what I can do x

You walked through the tunnel and out onto the pitch, standing beside Caitlin and Rafa as the UWCL anthem played throughout Emirates Stadium.

Wolfsburg had been knocked out of the competition at the quarter final stages by Lyon which meant Lena was able to fly over for your semi final game against Barcelona.

You didn’t know where about she was sat but you knew she was in the stadium. A member of the coaching staff managed to get you a couple tickets for the boxes for Lena and her friends.

When the whistle blew you played you absolute heart out. A sold out stadium against the best in the world and you dreams in the champions league all fell on this game.

You managed to score yourself a goal at the 27th minute but the enjoyment had been zapped right out of you when Aitana got an equaliser at the 34th.

Jonas’ half time team talk was simple. Keep possession and attack on the left, their weakest side.

You got out again, the ref blew the whistle and the second half began.

Foul after foul and finally the ref was on your side, giving Arsenal a free kick.

Frida took it and you got your head on the end, getting it past Paños.

You started celebrating, jumping onto your teammates, making it 2-1 at the 90th minute.

The ref blew the whistle and you looked up, confused. Then you felt your heart drop. 3 letters on the screen. VAR

“What!” You looked around, Lia’s hand falling onto your shoulder.

Lena was up in the crowd, her phone in hand and taking a video of the scene in front of her. When the ref confirmed the goal, you ran round the pitch. She smiled to herself, your jersey under her jumper.

“Well done, my girl.” She whispered under her breath.

The full time whistle blew and you had beaten the spanish side. You did a lap of the pitch and signed a few things for some fans.

A young boy asked for your shirt but you had to tell him you’d promised it to someone else. That someone in the crowd too.

You made your way up to the box Lena was in with Jule, Jill and Lynn.

“MVP MVP MVP” They started chanted.

You blushed and told them to shut up, embarassed as everyone looked at you.

You slipped your arms around Lena’s waist and buried you head into her neck. She whispered in your ear. “You are amazing, talented, a special girl.”

“Are you flirting with me, Miss Oberdorf.” You giggled softly.

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berryhobii · 1 year ago

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Hurry Home (pjm x reader)

Pairing: fiancé!Park Jimin x black!female!plus size!reader

Word Count: 3K+

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), reader sends Jimin naughty photos/videos, oral(f receiving), unprotected sex(don’t do this unless you’re absolutely sure), fingering, squirting, breastplay, doggystyle, begging, creampie, slight praise kink, Jimin and reader are super in love and it’s adorable

A/N: I’m back with this smutty, fluffy piece about Jimin being the best fiancé who’s obsessed with reader. I feel like that’s kind of a trend with me but black women are so beautiful. Who wouldn’t be obsessed? 🩵🩵As for reader, I described them as a darker shade of brown with coily hair, stretch marks, and of course plus sized. I hope everyone enjoys this and please feel free to check out my other works! Much love💜💜

Lover❤️

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Jimin smiled at the sight of your name on his phone. He hasn’t heard much from you since he left to hang out with his friends earlier in the evening. He knew you didn’t care about him spending time with his friends—you got plenty of his attention and you also had a social life of your own. You two were in perfect sync in your relationship, you prided yourself a lot on being the best partner and so did Jimin.

That didn’t mean you two didn’t like spending time with each other. When you weren’t at work or with friends, you two loved lazing around with one another; playing video games or cooking or your most recent hobbies of trying to complete a 10,000 piece puzzle. Jimin had impulsively purchased it online and roped you into doing it with him. So far, you’ve only managed to complete a corner of it but you were getting there. You had even gotten a table big enough to hold it.

Date nights were every Saturday and you took turns planning each one. Last time was your turn—you ended up getting tickets to one of Jimin’s favorite artists. He had tried to get tickets himself, spending hours on every device in the house to try and snag a single ticket. Unfortunately, they sold out and even the resale tickets were much too expensive. However, thanks to a few of your connections, you managed to get 2 tickets in a pretty good section. Jimin could have cried when he told him to get ready one night and drove both of you to the venue. Needless to say, he had a wonderful time and surprised you the next week with the biggest bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen and a shopping spree at your favorite store.

You two were perfectly in sync.

He opened the message as he sipped on his beer, promptly spitting it back out when he saw what popped on his screen. A cough racked his body, leaning over to put his beer on the coffee table.

Taehyung who was sitting next to him, clapped the distressed man on the back. “Whoa Jimin, are you okay?”

After his bout of coughing was done, his eyes watering and throat burning, he sat himself back up. He was handed a bottle of water by Taehyung, gratefully taking it and chugging down the majority of the drink.

“Thanks.” He breathed out. “Must have went down the wrong pipe.” He gave a pretty convincing smile to his friend. Taehyung just shrugged and turned back to the soccer game they were watching.

After making sure no one was paying attention to him, Jimin turned his phone over, holding it super close to his face. He did not want anyone seeing what was on his screen.

It was you, positioned in front of the large full length mirror in your shared bedroom—you were on your knees, sitting back on your heels which made your plush thighs look even thicker. With one hand holding your phone up, your other was holding up the end of the shirt you were wearing. That revealed your light pink thong that practically disappeared into the plush of your hips and thighs.

You had recently washed your hair, the coils now up in a puff that you often wore. He always thought it made you look sexy and adorable.

Right now, you looked like straight seduction personified.

Just as he was about to type a response, a video popped up and he swore his cock screamed at him. He turned down his volume before hitting the play button. He’s been burned one too many times in public when you’ve sent him naughty videos. You were thoroughly punished when he got home from the grocery store.

The video started. It started with you adjusting the camera, propping it against something. Probably the mirror since you were still in the same spot on the floor. You turned away from the camera, giving him a full view of your juicy ass. He gripped his so phone hard that he could have broken it, crossing his legs to try and contain the boner that was growing in his pants.

What really sent him over was when you started shaking your ass, the fat rippling and moving like god damn water. That insulting piece of fabric you called a thong was working hard to cover your pussy. He cursed the stupid underwear. Why did you even bother?

Then you leaned forward on your shoulders, reaching back to slap at your own ass before spreading your cheeks. You did that a few times before lifting and retrieving your phone to stop recording.

Another message popped up just seconds later.

Lover❤️

Hurry Home💋

He watched it a couple of times, each time getting him more and more horny. He needed to go home.

“Uh I have to go guys.” He said to his friends, awkwardly standing up to try and hide his raging boner.

“What? Why? You’ve only been here for 2 hours.” Taehyung asked, eyebrows furrowing. Guys night normally lasted well into the night and to tomorrow. They’d get so wasted sometimes that they’d all just crash in Namjoon’s living room. That and Namjoon would probably skin them alive if they even thought about drunk driving. He knew Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook would be good since they could hold their liquor but the remainder of their group weren’t as lucky. Also, he didn’t get his law degree for nothing. The lawyer in him would never allow them to break the law.

Jimin ran a hand through his hair. “It’s y/n…..” He silently hoped they’d just take that excuse without any teasing.

“Is she sick?” Yoongi tilted his head.

Yeah sure. Let’s go with that.

“Yeah! She’s been taking a new medicine and it gives her headaches.”

Yoongi squinted his eyes. It was a special talent of his to be able to point out when someone was lying. Easy enough when he was a conniving ass liar as well. Yoongi could lie his way out of a lie detector test.

After a few painfully long seconds, Yoongo shrugged. “Oh okay. Wish her well for us and call us if you need anything.”

Jimin let out a sigh of relief, grabbing his jacket and his car keys before bidding the others goodnight.

“I hope y/n’s okay.” Hoseok said after Jimin left. Hoseok was actually the one who introduced you to Jimin. He’s known you for a long time so he worried about you like a big brother.

“She’s fine. Jimin was lying anyway.” Yoongi hummed, sipping on his beer.

Seokjin groaned as he landed yet again on one of Jungkook’s properties, unhappily handing over his $200. “Stupid railroads. Huh, how do you know he’s lying?”

“Did none of you see how he was standing? He obviously had a boner. She’ll have a headache alright but not from some medicine.”

Jimin almost tore the door off its hinges. You had sent yet another photo on his drive home—a tasteful flick of your breasts, your t shirt held between your teeth.

His spotless driving record didn’t mean a damn thing to him tonight. As long as he didn’t get arrested.

He rushed to pull off his boots, stripping himself of his jacket and shirt on the way back to your bedroom. He almost tripped over the rug and slammed his forehead on the closed door, grabbing the handle to open it.

And there you were.

Laid on your belly, your feet swinging in the air, playing a game on your Nintendo Switch. The lights were dimmed, the warm glow of a lamp illuminating the room enough so he could see.

You turned your head at the sound of him opening the door.

“Ducky, you’re home.” Sitting up and moving your game console to the side, you held your arms open, ready to welcome him in your loving embrace.

If his cock wasn’t so hard right now, he’d think the sight of you grinning and waiting for a hug would be totally adorable.

3 wide steps was all it took to get him from the doorway to the bed, his body falling into your arms and knocking you back on the bed. Your giggles were pleasant, sugary sweet and like music to his ears.

Desperate pecks were scattered all over your neck and jaw, his hands already digging bruises into the plush of your hips and thighs.

Your short manicured nails ran through his hair and down his bare back, his warmth seeping into you.

“Did you have fun with the guys?”

He scoffed out a laugh against your throat, hand coming down to sharply slap at the side of your thigh.

He leaned back a bit to make eye contact with you, dark hair hanging in front of his siren like eyes. “You little tease. Did you think that was cute?”

Your eyes danced with mirth without a hint of feeling scolded, shoulders shrugging.

“Cute? No. Worthy of unbelievable sex? Yes.”

He could feel the cool band of your engagement ring as you stroked the back of his neck. For the thousandth, maybe millionth moment since he met you, he had one thought.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

“Mission accomplished.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer until you could feel his erection pressing into your barely clothed count. “Getting ahead of yourself, eh?”

His lips graced over yours, the smell of gum on his breath. “Never.”

His mouth left hot trails down your throat, hands lifting the large shirt you were wearing to reveal your breasts. No photo could compare to seeing them in real life.

He hissed as he took both of them in his palms, running over your dark nipples with his thumbs. You sighed at the feeling, finally getting a little relief from being pent up all day. You didn’t mean to pull your fiancé away from boys night but you started watching some of the naughty videos you saved in the Hidden section on your phone and you couldn’t contain it. It wasn’t until you reached a video on your engagement night that a sneaky little idea popped in your head. Sending pictures and videos were commonplace in your relationship. It derived from Jimin and you starting off as friends with benefits all those years ago. Despite being together for such a long time now, you just never stopped.

And you wouldn’t. Not when it made your fiancé fly home this quickly.

His tongue ran over your breasts, pushing the mounds together to be able to suck at both nipples.

“A-ah….Jimin….” You moaned.

He hummed against your heaving breasts, sucking purpling hickies into your chestnut skin. You were so soft, your skin fragrant with your body butter and the lightest traces of your perfume. The scent of your skin changed often since you loved experimenting with new lotions and perfumes but you always felt the same no matter what. Your hands still caressed him the same way, your eyes still held the same light, and his heart still pounded in his chest regardless.

After deeming your breasts marked enough, he whispered, “scoot up.” You did so that you were fully on the bed. He kissed his way down your soft belly and to your cunt, his hands never leaving you. Pushing your legs up so that he had full view of your fat pussy lips, he swore he saw heaven. It had practically swallowed your thin underwear, the fabric disappearing between your folds. He breathed out a curse at the sight of your already glistening heat. Just how horny have you been?

“Pussy’s so pretty, baby. You’re so pretty.” He hissed, massaging at the insides of your thighs, fingertips tracing your stretch marks.

You squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath against your aching cunt. You needed him so badly.

“Please….honey….” You felt breathless despite him not really doing anything yet. He just got you like that—desperate and needy.

He smirked. He should tease you but doing so would tease himself and his cock was way too hard for that right now.

He shushed you, pressing light kisses to your outer lips before finally, finally running his tongue up your slit. He moaned at the taste of you, never ever getting tired of eating you out.

His fingers hooked in the front of your thong, prying it from your soaked folds and off your legs. Tossing it somewhere he didn’t care about, he adjusted himself to be more comfortable between your legs. He wrapped both of his arms around your thighs, pulling your cunt closer to his mouth before diving in.

Your back arched, hands finding his soft hair.

His plump lips latched around your sensitive clit, sucking the little nub before flicking the tip of his tongue all over it.

Your head rocked back and forth against the pillows, the pleasure overwhelming but not enough at the same time. You needed more.

“Jimin……fingers, please.”

His hooded eyes glanced up at your from between your legs, taking in your heaving breasts and face that was twisted in pleasure. Just the sight made him want to give you even more, to see you when you completely fall apart.

Two fingers ran up your slit, his mouth still slurping and nipping at your throbbing clit before pushing them both inside. The slight stretch made you moan, your toes curling.

Jimin’s been made fun of for the size of his fingers for years but you never complained. Those things could still bring you to orgasm, sometimes faster than his cock could.

Pressing the pads of his fingers upwards, he expertly located that special spot against the top of your pussy. He knew he located it when your hips jumped.

Adjusting himself so that he was leaning on his arm that wasn’t knuckles deep, he began fingering you. His pace was slow but calculated, making sure he was rubbing against that spot every time.

Stars danced across your vision as sparking hot pleasure radiated down your body. With each press of Jimin’s fingers, you could feel that familiar and immense sensation prickling at you.

Your high pitched moan alerted Jimin as well. He knew your body like the back of his hand of course.

He popped off your clit, sitting up slightly to lean over you. His plump lips kissed at your collarbone before trailing up to your lips.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” His voice was saccharine sweet with a hint of teasing in it.

You unashamedly nodded your head, blurry eyes blinking at him. Your hands cupped your own breasts, tweaking the nipples.

Adjusting himself, he pressed his hand into the area just above your pussy, the fingers inside pressing even harder into your sweet spot.

“Hold your legs.” He demanded and you obeyed, gripping both of your calves to hold your legs open.

Inhaling a deep breath, Jimin began thrusting his fingers in and out of you in a blurring pace. A loud moan rang from your throat, your nails digging into your skin but you couldn’t even feel the pinch. His arms bulged with each stroke, a slight strain in them that he ignored.

That feeling grew from the base of your spine around to your belly, swelling and swelling until you were ready to burst.

The tell tale clench of your walls and the way your eyes crossed let Jimin know that you were close. The sounds of your cunt were loud and wet, arousal dripping down between your ass cheeks and staining the blankets.

When he pressed particularly harshly, one of your hands flew down to hold his arm that was pistoning in and out of your squishy walls.

“Ooohhhh my godddd-uhhhh! Jimin!” You cried.

“Cum baby.”

You were way ahead of him.

That dam burst, the clenching of your walls forcing Jimin’s fingers out of you, a clear spray of liquid following. His fingers went to your clit, rubbing it back and forth to help you through your orgasm.

His grin was wide. “Yessss, good girl. Good job.” He patted your clit and few times, splashing the remaining droplets around as you came down.

You deflated against the bed, ears still ringing and pussy clenching at the aftershocks. You were so out of it that you didn’t even hear Jimin unbuckling his belt nor did you feel him turning you over until he landed a slap on your ass.

He was almost at his limit. He’s been hard since he left Namjoon’s place and he needed to be in your cunt right now or else he’d combust.

“Up on your knees.”

You huffed but rose up on your knees, keeping your chest and head down on the bed. You brought a pillow under your chest to hug and bite down on because you both knew how loud you got from doggy. And your neighbors were definitely tired of you by now.

Jimin took a brief moment to admire the plushness of your ass and love handles, running his hands down your sides before gripping your hips. Hands free, he slowly slid into your awaiting cunt.

You moaned into the pillow as his girthy cock penetrated your walls. Jimin was just the perfect length and girth for you—not too long were it hurt and just thick enough to really make you feel it.

Once he was all the way in, pausing to take a breath, he slowly slid back out to give you an experimental thrust. You hummed before adjusting your knees slightly so that he could press into that spot on the next slide.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder. “You okay, baby?” Your heart pounded at his sweet consideration. He knows you’ve had uncomfortable sexual experiences in the past so he always made it a point to ask if you’re okay. While you’ve insisted you’d tell him if you were ever in pain, it still made you feel all fuzzy to know he’d still ask.

“Yeah.” You croaked out. “You can move.”

Sitting back up, he dug his fingers into your hips before starting to move his hips.

Deep and long thrusts that took your breath away, his balls slapping against your clit and sending tiny shocks through you. He perfectly jammed into your sweet spots, your belly tingling as pleasure overtook you once again.

“Fuck…” he cursed, head hanging low and eyes never leaving where you two were connected. “You feel so good. So tight.”

You moaned in response. “Faster baby.”

His hips clapped against your ass, the fat rippling as it bounced off him. He could watch this sight all day long and never grow tired.

You buried your face into the pillow, letting out pornographic like moans as your fiancé stroked you just right. He knew just how to move to melt you into a puddle.

Arching your back and spreading your knees a little more, you began throwing your ass back on him in a way you knew would drive him crazy.

He groaned, halting his hips to let you take over. “There you go. Throw it back baby. That’s it.” His right hand slapped both of your ass cheeks, loving how they jiggled under his force.

You lifted your head slightly from the pillow to moan out, “Your cock feels so good. I love it so much.” And you did.

His right hand gripped your left hip, starting his hips back up to meet each of your bounces. He couldn’t stop staring at the way your cunt began to cream around him, a thin ring forming around the base of his already arousal shined cock.

“I love you. Love this creamy fucking cunt.” He tossed his head back as your walls clenched around him. He was close.

Little “ah ah ah’s” came from you as Jimin practically carved his cock into you. His fingers hurt from how hard he was holding onto you, as if you could disappear if he let go.

He leaned his body down onto you, your legs spreading even more until you were almost pressed completely into the mattress. His fists moved to rest beside your head, lips sucking and nipping at the skin of your shoulder and neck.

Your sweat slicked bodies moved against one another, his chest pressed against your back as his thrusts became more erratic and fast. You moaned loudly, forgetting all about your neighbors. Jimin was hitting your spot just right, every fiber of your being on fire.

Everything just felt so hot and heady—the room low on oxygen and your bodies desperately chasing orgasm.

“Jimin….Jimin….Jimin….” You chanted, one of your arms unwrapping from the pillow to grab at his wrist that was by your head. Your other arm snaked under your body to rub quick little circles into your clit. “Right there baby. I’m so close.”

He grunted against your shoulder. “Me too. Cum baby.”

A few more rubs of your clit and your body was locking up as your orgasm washed over you. Jimin wasn’t far behind, a few more strokes and he was releasing inside of you.

Your legs completely gave out, body flopping against the bed. Jimin let out an airy groan before rolling over to lie next to you.

Both of you sat in silence for a moment trying to regain your breathes.

You stretched your body before rolling on your side to face your fiancé. His eyes were closed, chest moving up and down to calm himself. You moved to straddle waist, your cheek resting on his shoulder. His fingertips traced up and down your back, goosebumps popping up on your skin.

It was your turn to ask, “You okay?”

He hummed. “I’m fine. And you?”

“Good. Sorry I made you leave boys night.”

His laugh made his chest jump, a smile spreading across your face at the melodious sound.

“No you aren’t but it’s okay. Jungkook was beating Seokjin’s ass at monopoly so it was bound to be ruined anyway.”

You believed him. Seokjin was kind of a sore loser. Pair that with some alcohol and he had probably already flipped the table.

You chuckled, snuggling closer to his throat to place some light kisses there. “Guess I did good then.”

“Very good. I probably broke multiple traffic laws though.”

“You? My goody two shoes? Impossible.” Your sarcasm was thick and playful. He rolled his eyes, slapping your ass, your giggles joyful.

“I love you.”

You lifted your head to gaze into his tired eyes. “I love you too.” You pressed your lips to his in a slow and intimate kiss. “Round 2 in the shower?”

He smiled against your lips. “You read my mind.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #bts fic #jimin smut #bts imagines #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #taehyung smut #hoseok smut

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enluv · 1 year ago

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love spill !

PAIRING! - rockstar!jay (enha) x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k+

warnings: angst-ish but not really + fluff later !!, reader is stressed/exhausted, profanity, slow burn(?)

coco’s ♡ note: this came from a mini game I answered once and literally could not get over because I need rockstar bf jay so badly, I might make more with this jay too so let me know if you like it or have any rockstar!bf jay thoughts because I will indulge and write them !!! literally adore this jay so much ahhhh!!!

Finally.

Finally some piece and quiet away from the shared apartment you live in with the three younger boys.

Perhaps living with your younger brother and his university friends wasn’t the best idea, especially when you had a ten page journalism report due by three pm the next day.

That’s why you find yourself here on a hot summers day sitting in your favorite cafe, it’s not busy on Fridays and is hidden enough so the boys won’t find you for a while, but they will come looking eventually.

The bell of the cafes door rings to signify it being opened but this report is due tomorrow and you can’t stop to look up, but maybe you should have. Maybe you should have because now as you watch the hot brown liquid seep into your laptops keyboard you become painfully aware of the boy in front of you who’d walked in early wearing the most guilt ridden expression. His words muffled as you watch your screen go black.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry. Wait here let me get something to clean this up.” He’s fumbling with the other drinks in his hand as he tries to reach for napkins to clean the spill he’s made.

Where else would you go really? Right now you’re just waiting for the ground to swallow you whole. Had the program even saved the other three pages you’d written? Was your hard work gone just like that? Would your professor even believe you if you told him what happened? Even if it sounded straight out of a movie?

“Just leave it, I’ll clean it myself. Please leave.”

He stills at your words, no malice or emotions within them just exhaustion. The tone of your voice makes his heart ache, and he swears to himself that he’s going to make up for this for the rest of his life.

“I’m sorry for this really, I need to leave because I have a schedule to get to but I promise I’ll make this up to you. Can I have your number?”

Your stare makes him feel small, then he realizes how his question sounds after a minute passes between you two.

“Wait I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not asking you out. Not saying I wouldn’t ask you out but I’m not doing that right now! I just need it so I can text you to pay you back, or I can pay to get your laptop fixed. I’ll send you the money or even if you want buy you a new one.”

Jay can’t tell what you’re thinking but somehow he’s walking out of the cafe with your phone number and an assortment of drinks for his members. Dreading having to explain to them just what happened in the cafe.

unknown (2:46pm):

uh hey this is jay, I’m the one who dropped my coffee on your laptop, really sorry about that by the way!! um i want to give you these so I can say sorry again in person because my mom always said to apologize face to face or you don’t mean it and also that way we can figure out the laptop money thing together.

unknown (2:47pm):

four attachments sent

just stop by tomorrow and have some fun and then after I’ll come find you and we can talk!! what’s your name by the way?

you (3:12pm):

it’s y/n. thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

“I cannot believe some random dude gave you tickets to see downfall, like this show has been sold out for months and I mean months, talking eight months and he just gave up four tickets to see them? He must be loaded! Tell him you want a new computer and game console, I want the newest version.”

Jungwon’s excited rambles bring a smile to your face, sure just yesterday you’d cried almost all the water out your body until Jungwon had called your professor and explained in detail (along with sticking the phone in your room so he could hear your cries) the situation, but he’d also somehow gotten you an extension on your paper for the next week. He seriously deserved the random concert tickets the stranger, Jay, had sent you.

Receiving them was odd but he’d convinced you with the promise of fixing your laptop and that’s honestly all that mattered, so if you had to sit through a three hour long show next to some stranger who spilled coffee on your laptop then so be it because you’d be getting it fixed no matter what.

Except instead of said random stranger sitting next to you, an actual random stranger stood beside you excitedly yapping with her friends and the random stranger you had expected was perched on stage with a guitar in hand, microphone stationed in front of him like it belonged to him, and soon enough you’d realize from the crowds hollers that it did belong to him.

“ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT?” He’s met with screams all around the arena.

“That’s what I like to hear, alright let’s go.”

The shock of who Jay was really didn’t cease even after the show had ended and the four of you began to walk out the packed venue, it doesn’t really go away until a large man comes to escort you backstage.

“Hey buddy I think you have the wrong people, we’re just here still because my sisters waiting for someone.” Jungwon’s voice breaks you out of your shock and the man nods as if he knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah he’s backstage, just follow me.”

Jay fidgets with the bag he has in his hands, earlier he’d dragged the boys along with him to pick you out a new laptop and even threw in a new case and holder for it. He really wanted to get the image of your exhausted eyes out of his mind, he wanted to see you happy and healthy.

“Y/N you didn’t tell us the guy who spilled coffee on you was one of the members of downfall,” the voice he hears is failing to whisper as you get closer.

“Are we about to meet one of the members? What if it’s just like a staff or something like why would an actual member be getting their coffee and oh my god that’s the lead singer Jay.”

He laughs shyly at the boy who’s mouth is now wide open pointing excitedly at him, but he quickly shuts up as he spots you. You look so pretty, completely different from when he’d last saw you drenched in coffee and exhaustion all over your face. Right now you looked content and really really pretty.

“Hey Y/N, I know I said I’d give you the money to fix your laptop but I thought you should just have a completely brand new one, I’m really sorry for spilling my coffee on yours, I’m sure you were busy and needed it, I hope you can use this new one well,” his breath hitches as he holds out the bag to you and your fingers touch briefly, “and I hope you liked the show, I see your friends did.” He sends a wave their way and laughs when they all excitedly wave back.

A smile begins to develop on your cheeks and his heart races. This is exactly how he’d like to see you, happy and smiling.

Later that night as you pull out the new laptop determined to finish your nearly complete paper, a small card flutters out with it that reads —

“I wrote this to say not only sorry again, but to also ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime? and I mean it this time, as in I am actually asking you out unlike last time when I, you know accidentally asked you out unintentionally, this time I promise it’s intentional. Please let me make up the god awful first meeting we had, I promise it’ll be worthwhile. You have my number so if you want to then just shoot me a text but if not then that’s fine with me too! – Jay”

A smile forms on your face as you set down the card and get to working on your essay, the answer to Jay’s proposition already clear in your mind. Yes.

coco’s love note: i am so terribly down bad for jay it’s crazy. he’s so just perfect like I adore him so much!! and I’m the biggest rockstar!jay enthusiast like I just had to write something about it, plus I think it’s so adorable how he’s clumsy in this fic but a crazy rager on stage & only mc gets to see both sides of him fully! I hope you enjoyed this fic! As always, feedback & reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading <3

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zambehnation · 2 months ago

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so this came about because S2 Jaskier looked a little emo and my brain was like S1 Jaskier= romantic, breezy, alt-folk music think The Lumineers and S2 Jaskier= MCR and I was listening to "I dont love you" and thought what if Jaskier veered into the black eyeliner, dark reds and black clothing emo musician phase of the 2000s after a "break up" with Geralt?

Geraskier Modern AU prompt:

Jaskier and Geralt met in college. Jaskier was a double major in musical theory and theater with an alt-folk band that played in that one hipster cafe across campus that catered to art students in the late afternoons and held dnd nights for the nerdy kids every tuesday evening. He knew everyone on campus, was well liked, was invited to every party by every kind of student from the goths to the frat boys and one friday evening after midterms- when everyone else was out getting plastered and making bad choices and he, himself was drunk off his ass, thinking the library would be a decent place for a nap, he'd come across Geralt looking miserable and lonely and studying what appeared to be a giant tome with numbers and drawn figures on a friday evening!!! And he'd just felt bad and Geralt had pretty white hair and he couldnt help the clawing need in his gut to adopt this person like one of those grumpy stray cats he sometimes feeds outside the dorms. Ofcourse, Geralt had hissed and clawed when Jaskier slid into the seat across from him and tried to strike up a conversation. Ofcourse, Geralt eventually ran out annoyed but Jaskier was nothing if not a persistent little shit that kept showing up, unexpectedly until Geralt begrudgingly gave in and they became friends.

Ofcourse, they also fall in love at some point, because why not? but neither of them want to destroy a good thing and Jaskier thinks Geralt is straighter than an arrow and Geralt thinks he couldnt possibly compete with all the beautiful people Jaskier falls into brief and intense situationships with and though Jaskier flirts he'd never be seriously interested and really theyre both just morons.

Fast forward 10 years into their unlikely friendship, Geralt with a not exciting but stable job as an engineer, met Yennefer at some company gathering and he and Jaskier have a falling out because Jaskier doesnt like Yennefer but he was trying so hard not to show it and come off as a jealous bitch and Geralt wants to try with someone else because 10 years is a long time to be in love with someone who was unable to be serious about anyone and he thought he wanted normal- white picket fence, and a kid, kind of love not the wait for your messy bestfriend to get his shit together and actually see you kind of love and yes, they're morons.

Fast forward, a kid, a divorce, 5 years later and Jaskier becomes a successful musician and Geralts teenage daughter Ciri loves him and Geralt, wanting to make his adopted daughter happy is on a mission to get tickets to a sold out concert for her birthday. Only, can he really just slide into the dms, hope for the best and not reopen old wounds?

And what if, after all this time, there's still something there?

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #witcher fanfiction #fanfiction prompts #someone write this #please and thank you

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pjsk-headcanons · 2 months ago

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breaks knuckles we're doing akinene ( •̀ ^ •́ )✧

Context for later stuff: In my mind, WxS have a game where they yell out random parts at each other and do their best to play it for the next five minutes. Mizuki is fully in on this and even participates. (Mizuki theater kid canon TO ME)

Akito didn't realise he was into Nene before she got all confident, and now he's just down bad. Unforch for her, Nene has a thing for Loser Boyfails, now that she is no longer a Loser Girlfail. (To the same extent, at least...) She takes one look at this guy, sighs very heavily, and starts taking notes on how to become his friend. (In a very neurotypical fashion.)

They're bi4bi but lean in opposite directions and are so used to being percived as gay that all of their friends are Very Confused when the resident lesbian and chronically gay guy start making out holding hands - and I say holding hands because they are both embarrased to hell and back. This does not mean they're going to lay off the PDA though. Making your partner embarrassed is the highest form of love.

Before they got together, Nene attempted to act (Y'know. given she's an actress.) like Akito's friends to try and win him over, which means being bubbly and listening to the entirety of both RADder and GLaP days' catalouge trying to figure out how to start a conversation. Eventually she gives up and tries talking about her intrests, specifically a game she knows Toya also likes (Slime Rancher). This is exactly what she needed to do from the beginign because, as stated, Akito is down bad and will just sit there staring in awe while she infodumps.

Nene shows up to a VBS performance in full theatre kid attire and Akito proceeds to buy her an entirely new wardrobe.

Akito is forced to go to WxS performances. Nene begs him not to but Kohane and Toya had already bought tickets and An cant make it so he kinda has to. Half the performances are Nene doing the stupidest shit imaginable (She fills in for Tsukasa on the human canon one time and now Rui thinks it's acceptable to do literally anything to her-) or she's playing the villan and holy shit is he gay straight bi.

Nene unironically says "unforch" and it's begun rubbing off on Akito. Which means Kohane and Toya and Kotaro too. An is sobbing in a corner.

Ena is the last person to find out about this. She thinks Akito just has some random girl on his arm or whatever but she goes to the Shinonome Household one time and Ena's impression shoots up instantly when she finds out Nene is not just a girl, but a Gamer Girl (who listens to n25).

Mizuki jokingly threatens to kick them out of Kamikou's Pride Club for being too straight. An actually threatens to kick them out but bc of the aformentioned WxS game - Rui keeps giving her slutty parts intentionally and boy howdy does Akito fall for it.

Rui: Nene! Kinky assassin! Nene: What gender? Rui: A guy. Nene: On it. (To Akito) Wow I've, um. Dropped my assassin killing gun. Into your dick. D'ya mind if I fish it out? Akito: (Spluttering) An: (Groaning) Toya: (Chuckling) Everyone Else: (Roaring Laughter) Mizuki: Okay, now do it for real. That means not on your boyfriend. Nene: Sure. (Walking over to Rui and holding a Finger Gun below his neck) Wow... Sure would be a shame if I had to feel up your insides, removing any trace of life, raw and bleeding, so all that was left was a variety of products to be sold... (Shrugs) Too bad you wont be awake to feel it. (Shoots Finger Gun) Akito: (Has not said anything and we're not sure he can.) An: (Bemused Laughter) Everyone Else: (A Light Smattering of Applause) Nene: (Mimicking Tsukasa) Now back to talking about that policy that wants to make our existence illegal. Tsukasa: How dare you mock me, a future world star??!! Nene: Yeah, you can't be a star if you get hatecrimed, dude.

They stay up all night playing Splatoon! <3 I love me some gamer gays. They did almost break up over Mario Kart, though...

formatting this on my phone was a mistake... but yah i think thats it for now!! i'll probably think of something else in ten minutes though... from 🎲 anon!! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

#KHDKDHDKSGX #pjsk #prsk #project sekai #headcanon #nene kusanagi #akito shinonome #nene hc #akito hc #akinene hc #akinene #🎲 anon #sorry dice anon but im not tagging all the characters

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cowboywritersworld · 10 months ago

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"Are you actually blushing?" "No! Shut up!"

With Daniel Garcia 🙏

It's so difficult not to be attracted by you

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Daniel Garcia Masterlist

Characters: Daniel Garcia, Reader

Prompt: "Are you actually blushing?" "No! Shut up!"

Resume: you are a huge fan of Danny and whenever AEW is in your town or not too far away, you attend the shows. Danny shouldn't fall in love with a fan, he shouldn't get distracted, but there is something in you which makes him want you.

You are a fan of Daniel Garcia ever since you can remember seeing him in a Wrestling Federation. As a fan, every time All Elite Wrestling is in your city, you attend to the show and if you can, you buy the meet and greets as well.

You have got some tickets for tonight's Dynamite as a Birthday gift, what your best friend hasn't told you though, is that she got you passes for the meet & greet as well.

"I can't wait to be there! Front row seats... A dream." You say as finish braiding your hair into a high bun. "Danny is in the main event!" You say dreamily.

"Have you bought the meet and greet?" Sarah asks you, watching at you amused.

"They were all sold out, I would have loved to... I wanna meet Danny in person so bad." You sigh as you sit on the couch, waiting for your best friend to be ready.

"Who knows what might happen, maybe he'll fly at you, or he'll dance right in front of you." Sarah chuckles, while your cheeks turn a bright red.

"I would die in both scenarios and you perfectly know that!"

You both get in the car when you are ready, the drive to the Arena being short. You are wearing your Daniel Garcia t-shirt, and as you enter the Arena, Sarah makes you close your eyes, leading you somewhere.

You can only hear people talking, but don't understand where she is taking you, until you can hear a familiar voice. You could recognize it everywhere and you bring your hands to your mouth, shocked and in awe.

"Sarah... You didn't!" You are so sure that voice is Danny's, you have no doubts about it.

"I did! This is your last birthday gift."

She chuckles and allows you to open your eyes only when you are called next. Your heart beats hard in your chest when you and your best friend approach the table Danny is sitting at. When he finally looks at you in the eyes, you swear you could melt right there, in front of him.

Daniel's eyes get wide as soon as he sees you: it feels like a lightning strikes him, because he can't take his eyes off of you. Your blue eyes are very intriguing, your curly hair almost make him want to touch them.

He notices how your hands tremble as you hand him a photo to sign and he can't help but smile at the sight of your merch T-shirt.

"My best friend would love if you could do your dance." Sarah dares to say, while your cheeks turn red.

"She does? Got no problem with that."

Danny stands up after signing the photo you gave him, getting in front of you, starting to dance. You chew on your lower lips, trying to keep your cool, while Sarah films it all.

"Are you actually blushing?" You faintly hear Danny ask you this, but can't really say the truth: after all you are just one of his fans and you have no possibility with him.

"No! Shut up!" You say, turning your face around, to hide how much you actually are doing it. You gulp as you realize how you answered him, but he doesn't seem offended; instead... He is smirking.

"Make sure to watch me out there, will you?" He says, almost flirting with you.

"I will."

You can just promise him, before letting other fans chat with him. It feels so surreal, but Daniel Garcia has just smirked at you and he tried to flirt with you.

He dares dancing another time in front of you and you still blush, but he has to focus on his match. Still... You have the impression that he keeps looking at you most of the time. It feels like you are interesting to him, but you barely know each other, so it's really impossible.

#ask me #writing prompt #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #Daniel Garcia #fluff #daniel garcia x reader

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sugarsfics · 2 years ago

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Eddie's Girl

Summary: You are the girlfriend to the Eddie Munson lead man of Corroded Coffin. One of Eddie’s band members says some hurtful things about you. In the moment you learn something new about Eddie

Trope: Rockstar!Eddie x plus!size!reader

Warning: Use of Y/N, hurt to comfort, fat-phobia, mean words toward reader, cussing, mention of sexual activity, +18 please

Word Count: 1.1k

You always got stares when walking by you didn’t mind them really you got used to them, but it got worse over the year. Especially now you get death glares you had what everybody wanted Eddie Munson, the lead singer of the hottest rock band Corroded Coffin. He has mentioned many times in interviews on his type of women, he loves the thick ones, the ones that their stomach jiggles when they move, a big juicy thigh. He claims that they are the best type because there is more to love and their cooking is the best. Nobody believed him at first so when the bikini body groupies tried to go for him, he just looked at them then walked away. So, when he saw you, he just had to have you, you were perfect not all by body but by personality, taste in music and cooking, that boy loves to eat. You finally had the courage to go in line backstage to try and get an autograph, at least you also wanted to know if the rumors were true that he only went for the big girls. Once again you got the stares and whispers while in line but stuck it out you wanted that autograph. What you didn’t know was that Eddie had been having his eye on you all night. He watched you as you sang and danced, the way your body moves, he was so glad he was playing guitar to hide his tent in his pants. After the show he saw you get in line Oooo was he excited. “Wow does she really think she have a chance compared to these sexy ladies" John the backup drummer for Gareth spoke, Eddie rolled his eyes, God I hate this guy Eddie thought. “Oh, don’t worry John that one is mine” “Eddie come on man you have so many girls on their knees begging and you are choosing the fat one” “Hey she is not fat she is well love is a fuckin goddess and yea I chose her”

Let’s just say you got a lot more than an autograph that night from Eddie. You found yourself the next morning in Eddie’s hotel cuddled into your chest. He made a little whimper sound he you tried to get him off “what why are you leaving” he said sleepy “sorry I didn’t mean to wake you I just have to go-” “Wait-” he grabbed you hand before you could leave “Are you going to be there for tonight concert?” “No, I only had tickets for last night” “Come” “What” “Come tonight” “It sold out I can’t.” He ran out the bed and went into his bag “Here” he handed you a lanyard. “This will get you anywhere, tonight when I get to the studio I will have my manger put your name down on the VIP lists all of them” “Eddie I-” “Please come” he gave you the biggest puppy eyes that you have ever seen and cave “Fine I will come” “Great!! Can I get your number?”

The rest was history now you a backstage going to your boyfriend’s dressing room. You heard fighting from John’s dressing room but didn’t think too much of it. Sadly, Gareth broke his hand, so John took over the remainder of the tour. This was your first-time seeing Eddie in 2 months. You weren't able to come with him for those two months due to work, but this was his last concert of the tour and tomorrow you were meeting his family and friends in Hawkins. You walked into his dressing room “Baby” “Your here finally” he picked you up and spun you around, his is surprisingly very strong, “You ready rockstar” “Always ready when my girl is with me” “Oh stop it....is John ok I heard yelling when I was walking by” “He is fine you know John always causing drama somehow” “That true” as you giggled and watched Eddie finish getting ready.

The concert was amazing, they ended their tour with a bang. You waited for Eddie in the green room along with others to congratulate them. John walks in first and shoulder checks you. “Move it fat ass” “Wow hey” Jeff intervenes “No need to be rude” “Well she shouldn’t be here” he says pointing at you “ What going on” Eddie says as he walks in “Nothing Eddie” you tell him then John had to speak “Your girlfriend should not be here she ruins the look” “Look what look” Eddie said “ THE LOOK EDDIE how to you think people think when they see her walking around we look like fuckin losers” “Dude you better watch how you are talking especially to my girl” Eddie turns to you “ Don’t you dare listen to a word he says he is just pissed that his girlfriend got him cheating again” “ Oh you're the one to talk Eddie” you heart stop for a moment “After the concerts you always going straight to your room and I can hear you moaning and groaning so what groupie do you got in there huh” your world stop was Eddie cheating? before the tears could spill out “Well if you want to know so bad what I do in my room fine I am jerking off to the hot pictures of my girl, yes get fucking horny after a show we all do but unlike you I love my girl and I’m not going to messed that up for a random fuck” did just say that he loved you.

The room went silent, nobody knew what to say. “Come on babe lets go” the walk to Eddie’s room was silent too. So many things were going through your mind he said he loved you, you haven't said that yet, he jerks off to your picture, that’s hot but what pictures, is he lying. When you sat on the bed you asked him one of the burning questions “Is it true” “Is what true” “About the pictures” “Oh duh yea here look” he went into his bag and pulled out a smaller bag “See you can tell which ones I like the most” the one of your thighs had been ruined so you took a lucky guess “And this one” he pulls out another picture of you smiling “Goes on your pillow that I took from you, with your shirt on it” you felt so loved at that moment, a little confused on how Eddie took your whole ass pillow without you noticing but still so loved. Love you thought he said he loved you “Hey Eddie” “Yes baby” here goes nothing “I love you” he smiled and kissed your lips “I love you too”

#rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x plus size reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie fluff #eddie hurt to comfort #stranger things #rockstar girlfriend #sugarsfics

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thelittlestseal · 4 months ago

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Sooooo Lpscon 2024…

I'm happy I went, but the best parts of my experience were the sweet, memorable interactions I had with vendors and other guests.

A few of my grievances:

1. I didn't have a CC pass but still went upstairs multiple times and attended workshops because they just let my dad sign us up without checking out tickets??? We didn't know the higher floors were closed off for general admission until 4:00pm (well into the con)

Communicating that did not happen. I'm so sorry for the people who spent extra without getting the perks ://

2. We knew beforehand that you needed to sign up for the fashion show and kahoot AT ADMISSION. They advertised it as first come first serve and knowing that, wanting to partake in both we tried to sign up AT ADMISSION and were told (paraphrasing here) "Yes it's definitely first come first serve. Come back in 15 minutes because we want to get everyone inside first. We will sign you up after admission" 15 minutes later it's sold out. This seriously put me off and was extremely frustrating. We kept up with their socials, planned ahead, came with the notion sign up would work the way they said it would, did everything right and missed out anyway. This was on them. Awful, awful experience. The whole first room was seemingly set up to maximize cramping and confusion.

3. The looping video/announcements made the first floor unbearably loud.

4. The raffle was an HOUR LATE and stretched out far, far too long. Vendors were packing up and they still hadn't finished!! It seriously killed the vibe and probably left a lot of people on a sour note.

5. I might not know much about convention planning but there HAD to be a better layout than this ://

This was my first con ever and despite the constant malarkey I made some really special moments and came away with a ton of rad goodies, customs, pets and friends. I got to meet Prescott hill in person and show him my work, see so many breathtaking customs and exist in a room with thousands of Ips (heaven)

After all that I’m really interested in starting a local small scale meetup just to rectify the mess of a management team Lpscon had. It's very "if you want it done right you gotta do it yourself" pfafaffa

#Lpscon #lpscon crit #lpscon neg #lps #littlest pet shop #lpsblr #lps community

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cuntydreamgirl · 2 months ago

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hi beloved how are you?

hi bff !!!! i’m actually upset this morning because i tried to get zayn tickets and they sold out :/ but me and my best friend are convinced we’re going somehow so it’ll be fine

ANYWAY i’m so happy it’s finally getting cold. we had an intense heat wave the past two weeks and this week it’s been cloudy and slightly colder at night. it makes me so excited for the holidays

how are you??? <3 has college been keeping you too busy?

#rae <3

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rachel-of-autumnbow · 1 year ago

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Day 10 of @fanovember: Online Dating

Vax is surprising his online girlfriend by watching her performance (and her) for the first time irl.

Vaxleth. Fucking cute i almost died writing this shit. Soft Vax. Feat Korring being the best dad. Probably grammar mistakes. Enjoy.

10. Online Dating

Vax put his phone back in his inside pocket and straightened the jacket lapels for the millionth time. He hated formal robes in general, but suits were a special kind of hatred for him. He had a comfortable set of clothes back in the motorbike chest. “Only a couple of hours,” he thought. “Then back to moving freely.” He waited until the theater doors opened and tried to sneak inside. It would have been easy, if it wasn’t for the flowers he was holding.

Kiki: im so nervous i think im gonna puke 🤮

Vax: itll be fine, its not the first time you do this

Kiki: it’s not the same today, my dad came

Vax: im sure he’ll be very proud of you

Kiki: i hope i don’t mess this up

Vax: you wont you’re a great actress

Kiki: you never saw me on stage

Kiki: or ever

Vax: yet

Kiki: anyway, i should get ready

Vax: go break a leg

Kiki: thanks babe 💚

“Hey, you, I will need your ticket, please.”

“Oh, sorry.” Vax pretended to look for his entrance ticket he didn’t have in his pockets. “I must have left it at home.”

“Sorry, sir, no entrance, no show.”

Vax nodded. “Alright, at least could you make sure to give this to Keyleth by the end of the play? Please.”

The doorman sighed. “Fine, but get out.” Vax turned around and pouted as he examined the hall for a different way to get in.

“Excuse me, young man.”

Vax looked at the man behind him, “yes, sir, I was about to leave…”

“Oh, no, it’s not that. I couldn’t help but hear you’re an admirer of my daughter?”

Vax blinked. His mind quickly showed him the pictures he had seen him in. Pictures that Keyleth had sent him or posted. “Yes, that can be said.” The man smiled in the same way Keyleth did in their facetimes. ‘I can’t believe I’ve met my girlfriend’s father in real life before even seeing her’.

“May I know your name?”

“Vax’ildan, sir.” The man stared at him for a second as they shook hands and he ended up laughing.

“Oh, so you’re that Vax! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Keyleth talks a lot about you, and now I can see why.” Vax cleared his throat and felt a hand on his shoulder. “Does she know you’re here?”

“No, sir. I had a surprise planned.”

“And you left your ticket at home.”

“Actually… The gas and the flowers took all my savings. I was going to, well…”

“Sneak in?” Vax sighed and nodded. He never felt sorry or ashamed of the things he had to do due to his lack of money, but at that moment, he would rather Kiki’s dad not know any of it. “Then consider this your lucky day, come with me.”

“Sir?” The man didn’t say anything, just went to the doorman and gave him a ticket, pointing at Vax. The guy nodded and let them both in with a gesture. Vax followed Keyleth’s father through a corridor, then up a bunch of stairs and a door that led to a box, right in front of the stage. Probably the best seats in the theater.

The man invited him to sit in one of the front seats. “I always get two tickets for Keyleth’s performances, just in case me and my wife happen to be in town to come. I could make it this time, but she didn’t.”

“Thank you, sir.” Vax sat by his side. He had never been in a box before. He could see people under him moving like a sea of heads, slowly finding their place.

Keyleth’s father, Korrin, as it happened to be his name, talked to him while they waited for the play to start. They talked about their families, friends, and how he had met Keyleth. His pocket buzzed.

Kiki: i thought they were kidding about the sold out but they werent!

“Is that her?” Korrin asked.

Vax nodded. “Yes, she’s quite anxious about today.” He was tempted to say something like ‘yeah, i can see that’, but he didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

In that moment, the lights faded as the off voice started saying the welcoming. The play was fun, all of the actors were indeed amazing. Vax knew some of them, he had made friends with Keyleth’s circle during their relationship. He was aware, although he didn’t really care, of how dumb faced he looked when Keyleth made her first appearance.

Vax: that means there are so many people that want to see your brilliance.

Kiki: most of these are Scanlan admirers.

Vax: i refuse to believe none of them came for you

Vax: its mathematically impossible

Kiki: i thought you hated math

Vax: thats not the point

Kiki: i know 😁

Kiki: i wish you were here 😞

Vax: be careful what you wish for, it could come true

He had seen her in pictures, he had heard her in voice notes and calls, but none of that did justice to her. He imagined himself jumping out that box, running to the stage and kissing her right that moment, but he didn’t want to mess the show. He stood there, mouth half open and heart pining and longing.

Vax didn’t part eyes from the stage until the end, when the doorman entered the scene during the final bows with his bouquet. He handed it to Keyleth, who read the note and started scanning the crowd. Vax stood up and thanked Korrin for everything before heading out.

He waited in the hall for quite some time, he saw everyone go out and half an hour later, even Korrin waved at him when he was heading out. “I didn’t tell her a word. She’ll be out soon.”

Vax smiled, although he has a bundle of nerves. “Thanks.”

Ten more minutes passed and he heard steps in the hall. "Vax?" He turned around and he felt his heart splutter.

"Hey, Kiki." He could only catch her and spin around in a hug. Her hair smelled like freshly cut grass and her laughter was probably the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.

"I can't believe you're here." Keyleth pulled away to look at him.

Vax put a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I told you to be careful what you wish for."

Keyleth's smile became even brighter. "Did you watch the show too?"

Vax stroked her face, unable to believe he was actually doing what he had been dreaming of for so long. "Yeah, you're amazing, you know?"

"I-I mean… you came all the way to see me."

"Yeah… I also came to do something else."

"Really? Wha—"

Vax didn't hold the kiss anymore.

#critical role #fanovember #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #cr1 #critical role fanfiction #critical role tlovm #critical role vax #tlovm #vaxleth #vaxildan #vax'ildan #critical role keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #keyleth

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docholligay · 6 months ago

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BOY ARE YOU TWO ABOUT TO REGRET GIVING ME THE MILDEST POSSIBLE ENCOURAGEMENT.

I love Phil Ochs. He is easily my favorite of the protest folk/folk revival whatever you care to call that style and time in history. Bob Dylan is a better poet (but I mean, Jesus who can live up to Bob Dylan?) Joan Baez has a much better voice (A reviewer once said Phil had a 'nasally effective range of about half an octave' and given how many times he brought up/joked about it, i assume it stung), nearly everyone was easier to get along with, and yet with Phil Ochs it is love for me. I love the way he sings, it's simple and straightforward and sometimes plaintive in these ways that go beyond vocal theatrics. I like his patter, I like his humor, I like that he is willing to fight with Bob goddamn Dylan, I like the way he moves, i don't know. Fucking mess of a man. Love him. Do not get me started when i've had a few unless you're prepared to not get a word in edgewise for the next 20 minutes.

To the point, that a lot of the time I won't put anything of his on a mix album I make for someone! How stupid is that? I don't know, some things feel personal even thought they very decidedly are not. It's stupid. It's human. Whatever.

ANYWAY, SOME OF MY FAVORITE PHIL OCHS SONGS FOR THE UNINITIATED I THINK YOU SHOULD ALL LISTEN TO THEM. BUT I ONLY WANT TO KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT SO I THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN OTHER PEOPLE.

The Power and the Glory: When I said Phil Ochs, man with a huge fucking FBI file on him by the time he died at only 35, wrote my favorite patriotic song, this was it. Beeb even knows part of this song, because when I walk her to the Y, I sing to her part of the way, and this is on the playlist.

There But For Fortune: This actually became a minor hit for Joan Baez! (Adding to his frustration about his own life) It's a really beautiful song about not thinking you're above anything.

I Ain't Marchin Anymore: I included this because if you've heard a Phil Ochs song in an American History class or something like that, it's this one. I do like it! It had an immense effect and I would be wrong to exclude it. It's much more of a straightforward protest song than anything else on this list.

Outside a Small Circle of Friends: I think about this song all the time, a cheerful rag about indifference to the suffering of others. Don't put yourself out! Remember, you need to think about what makes you comfortable!

No More Songs: This song always makes me so sad. I love it, but it does. After this song, he would only ever record about 5 more tracks. He never had another album. He had massive writer's block, he was disillusioned by the way the world was going, he was an alcoholic, he was very clearly starting to lose it*. And seemed to realize he was losing his grip. I love this very sad country-folk song, and I think a lot about the line, 'Is anybody home? I only want to say, I'm sorry."

*and boy did he. As in, for awhile he assumed a new name and said that person had killed Phil and replaced him lost it. Ranting about the Cia and the Fbi trying to kill him lost it. Getting into intentional barfights with patrons over nothing lost it. I feel bad, because as much as a pain in the ass as he could be, reportedly, he also clearly had a lot of people who felt a lot of affection for him. His brother tried to have him committed. His sister wrangled him from off the streets to live with her. His friends tried to help and encourage to record. Even Bob fucking Dylan talked to him about doing a tour together, and when Phil put together a benefit concert that was in danger of being canceled for lack of ticket sales, Dylan was like, 'I'll play" and it sold out immediately. Lots of people tried really hard to pull him out of it. But it was just...he felt like a political, personal, and artistic failure, he was out of his goddamn tree, and it was one of those situations where I just want to be like, "You tried your best, everybody! I'll accept literally any emotion about this from any of you but guilt." I feel bad for everyone.

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Me (48M) and my wife (49F) have always been big fans of oasis ever since our youth in the 90s (such big fans that I once drunkenly beat someone up for preferring blur).

Being such big fans, we were extremely excited when they confirmed their reunion, and on the day tickets went on sale, my wife decided to spend her day at home in the ticket queue as I had work that day. Now, when she said this I was assuming that she would buy us both tickets, however when I got back home, I saw her and her best friend Jenifer sipping champagne, they had oasis songs playing and were drunkenly singing along.

I assumed that my wife must’ve secured tickets, and that me, my wife, and Jenifer were all going to see the band. I joined in with their celebrations, but then, out of nowhere, Jenifer asked if I had gotten tickets too. I was shocked- wasn’t my wife purchasing my tickets on my behalf?

I asked her what she meant, and she explained that she had only gotten tickets for herself and Jenifer, as they were best friends and the band meant a lot to them both.

I quickly tried to get more tickets but by then they had already sold out- and I wasn’t prepared to fork out £1000 to get a resold ticket off a scalper.

Enraged by this, I told Jenifer to get out our house, me and the balling chain rowed for a bit before calling it a night and heading to bed.

I explained how I feel like she should’ve prioritised me (her husband) over her friend, or at least have made it clearer that she was intending to buy tickets for just her and Jenifer, so I could potentially get a ticket for myself. I politely suggested she tell Jenifer (who is a right cunt anyway) to fuck off so we could go together

She said I was being dramatic over nothing and that she had spent £700 on tickets and that she should be able to to do what she wants with her money.

Next morning, tensions were less, we joked about the argument for a bit- but then she ‘jokingly’ said that she would leave me for Liam Gallagher. I didn’t take this as a joke. She was questioning our relationship, I bet she would actually do it given the opportunity- what makes it worse is that Noel is much fitter anyway.

I immediately snapped back saying that I was going to divorce her because of this and the ticket situation- we started rowing again and I stormed off to my mates place, been staying with him for a week and am now looking into legal divorce.

When I told my mum about this she said I was over reacting and that I should apologise to my wife but I’m standing my ground Aita

Me and who???

#get legally married only to quarrel over fandoms #please 🙏

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weirdopeep · 2 years ago

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sami yaffa x reader ❤️in Paris❤️

⚠️=smut,unprotected sex but slight fluff at the end ☺️

You're best friend asked you yesterday if you wanted to go to Paris with her, you actually didn't really like Paris because you we're kind of scared of love you had heartbreaks before but because you're best friend asked you, then you will come (best friend=Yuri)

you agreed... you wish you didn't but you did you couldnt stand it if Yuri would be sad..

"yay omg bestie tomorrow will be the best day ever!" Yuri said, she was jumping happily around the room with the biggest smile ever but you? You we're just standing there with a little smile but nothing else you we're still scared

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You we're heading to bed after you put on you're sleeping dress you couldn't sleep you we're scared something would happen but after all you and you're bestie we're 22 years old now you could stand up for yourself, after a while you finally fell asleep

Next day

You woke up seeing yuri with all the bags already

"yuri..? How long are you planning to stay there ..." You said on a sleeping tone

"you mean 'we'! And we're going to stay there for a month or maybe two!" My eyes widend when Yuri said that but I didn't resist all I did was sigh, I stood up to get ready

Fit you will wear :

Fit Yuri will wear :

After some time you both we're ready and headed outside

*time skip to when you arrive*

You couldn't believe what you started.. your here.. in paris.. right now.. you sighed again deeply and Yuri noticed what was wrong now

"hey... don't worry.. nothing will happen maybe you will find the perfect one here or maybe we both stay single or idk?" Yuri said

You smiled softly and finally you tried to be happy to, the first things you both did was go shopping and go eat that lasted for a while and Yuri was kind of tired already but that didn't stop her, she grabbed your arm and leaded you outside

"what now?" She asked you, and you shrugged and then your eyes widend

"oh my you dumb*ss we didn't even went for a place to sleep tonight! How late is it? Sh*t... We're to late..." You said "WHAT!? Where the hell do we sleep now!?" She screamed, but you weren't listening... You weren't even looking at her... By some time she followed your eyes to where you were looking and then she saw a group of people walk, all boys the group was probably around 6-7 people it wasn't easy to see but clearly you we're staring at just one of the men and before you knew it Yuri was talking to him, you got all flustered and ran up to Yuri grabbing her by her arm and you pulled her back but the man kept waiting till you both we're done talking he clearly had respect.

"Yuri what the hell do you think you're doing!?"

"oh just talking to your FUTURE BOYFRIEND" she yelled out with a laugh it made you blush brightly knowing he of course heard that until he interrupted

"could I ask what is wrong?" He said on a sweet soft but warm tone which made you blush even more now hearing his voice

"she likes you" Yuri said pointing at you, you knew you now looked like a clear tomato before something sprung in you're head,

"you seem... familiar.." you spoke and the man laughed

"my name is Sami yaffa, I'm the bassist in the band Hanoi rocks" he said politely

Your eyes widend,you've had a crush on that man for like 4 years or so and your parents didn't like they're music so they banned it from you, they needed you to give your posters to! So you forgot about them for some time not for long tho but now your seeing him in real life!

Sami smiled clearly seeing your a fan, he putted his hand before him pointing at you and you understood

you grabbed his hand "m-my name is y/n"

he smiled again "pleasure to meet you y/n" "we were just about to go to the concert, we're playing today would you like to come?"

you blushed but then looked a little sad "I uhm.. I don't have money for tickets right now sorry and I think they are already sold.." you said sadly but he smiled "no no for free! I'll let you both inside for free you two can hop up behind the backstage to with us if u like then we can talk and show you what we do!" You looked so happy because of what Sami said that you were gonna cry for real but you held it and agreed but you looked at Yuri and she nodded to

after some time you arrived you were constantly talking to Sami and you saw Micheal was flirting with Yuri sometimes and she enjoyed it which made you happy she found somebody

you two got on the side of the stage to watch them there and they started performing you sometimes catched Sami looking at you, and when you made eye contact he smiled, you were staring at Sami and you didn't even know until he winked at you which made you blush brightly, Yuri noticed and asked what was wrong so you told her and she was smirking like hell at you

When the show was over sami walked up to you handing you his hand to pull you up and Yuri already got up before she was already heading backstage while you and Sami just looked into each other's eyes until he spoke "you have beautiful eyes.. did anyone tell you that before?" You shaked you're head as a no his eyes widend a little "well people are just blind" he layed his hand on your cheek and you both got out that you weren't alone when the crowd started cheering and then they started screaming "KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!" Everyone was shouting it you got so flustered that your head fell against his chest and he laughed lowly and put his hand on your back and the other on the back of your head,he layed his chin on your head since he was still taller then you and everyone in the crowd we're screaming of cuteness and you putted your arms around him to and then you both let go, he grabbed your hand leading you backstage, you first needed to walk through halls they were pure empty no sound of anyone which made you both get silent.. you walked a little further until Sami stopped, you stopped to looking at him confusingly "what's wrong?" Your eyes widend when he pushed you to the wall and looked at your eyes again "you know the people asked us to kiss.. I wanted that but, I just didn't know what you would think'' he said and your eyes widend more but kept silent and your eyes slowly rested and then he found out you wanted it to, so he pushed him self closer to you against the wall as he softly pressed his lips on yours, you were both blushing and you didn't even notice how long you both we're kissing , it was heated,deep and rough but still soft he had his hands on your waist and when you both finally let go it was just to catch air, you were both panting and when you both calmed down he and you crashed your lips at the same time again together him now pulling himself closer by your waist thightly as you had your arms around his neck kissing him deeply the full hallways we're echoing with your kisses and slight moans as he pushes himself against you he slowly moved down your neck kissing there to he slightly licked your neck to as soft whimpers and moans left your mouth he knew it was your sensitive spot so he bit you gently but a little roughly you got clear hickeys because of him.

He started pressing you even thighter against the wall when you both started hearing footsteps and voices, he was squeezing your thigh you both could hear the voices going louder

It was Yuri and Michael they were looking for you

Suddenly when the voices got even louder Sami grabbed u by your hand and dragged you to the most nearby room the room was his since he's name was on it the light was dimmed but you could still see him but not perfectly he pressed your back against the wall next the door as his right hand was next your head he held his other hand it's finger against your lips when you tried to speak and then he moved it to his own showing you to stay silent

You heard Yuri and Michael's footsteps really close until you heard a knock, Sami didn't say a word and suprinsingly he was blushing he was scared that they would hear you both which you found adorable Michael kept knocking asking if Sami was inside and you heard Yuri yelling your name to but you both didn't reply but your thought couldn't go away of how cute he was when he is shy so suddenly you pulled him closer to kiss him it was deep but soft and his eyes widend he was blushing even more and you couldn't stop the kiss so you talked through it "gosh your so adorable when you're shy~"

you kissed him more and he followed, you slowly moved him to the bed pushing him onto it, the bed wasn't as comfortable as it used to be it was already getting old so it made some creaking noises sometimes which clearly catched the both of you and Sami's friends

"did you hear that?" Yuri asked to Michael you didn't know if he shrugged or nodded because he didn't say anything but that didn't stop you because Sami was still flustered with his shirt half open which you found even more cuter and so fucking hot

You leaned down to kiss on the side of his lips and he wanted to touch you already but you moved his hands back down he looked disappointed and had a begging face

"fuck Sami why you gotta be so fucking handsome.." you said softly close to his ear

He whimpers slightly causing him to move a little forward to you begging for you to touch him instead you couldn't help his cuteness so you did

You kissed him roughly but still soft and you slowly hoverd above him still kissing him but now opening his pants and pulling out his rock hard cock, you were slightly rubbing it which caused his back to ache a little but then you finally needed it to

You stripped out your clothes and undressed him to now slowly u ended up lowering onto his cock taking every inch inside of you suprinsingly he was huge

"ah.. oh gosh man your so big!" I slightly moaned out when you were all down on him, you didn't know if your and Sami's friends were still outside your door but fuck that

He blushed and growled lowly when you jumped on him, your breasts jumping with the way you go you had your hands layed on his chest as you pounded onto him faster letting your head fall back, Sami finally managed to touch both of your boobs holding them and rubbing them while you did your thing.

You rode him even more and finally you were thightening around him and he was twitching to you started to speed up causing you to quickly let your cum follow

You cummed all over his cock and needed to lift up quickly before he cummed and just when u got off he cummed you were reliefd it wasn't inside of you.

But then all of the sudden after you both we're breathing heavily he flipped you over on your chest and pushed himself inside of you, you drove this man wild.. he was moaning your name before and now you were screaming underneath him he fucked you roughly in your ass holding your arms back but then he let go off your arms and grabbed your hair pulling your head back and fucking you even harder

He was thrusting so hard and fast that you almost broke your fingers of holding the bed sheets so thightly you were screaming out your moans and he was groaning like hell

After some time your orgasm followed again, you cummed again but Sami didn't stop he kept going he was so in the moment which you were to that you didn't notice he cummed inside you until he collapsed besides you and then you finally felt the sticky cum that spreaded over your walls inside of you.

You actually didn't care all you both did more was breathing heavily until he finally wrapped his arms around you and cuddled with you

you giggled softly

"I love you Sami..."

"but you just met me?"

"I don't care.."

"heh... I love you to baby.."

AAA THIS TOOK SO LONG RIP I KEPT LOSING THE SAVES I HAD 😭 Pls lmk if I should make a second part where the reader finds out she's pregnant 😳

#sami yaffa x reader #sami yaffa #fluff #x reader #fem reader #80s bands #glam metal #hair metal

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omegaremix · 6 months ago

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Pandemic Blues (Spring).

When Dad passed away, I knew it was a new era. No more of his presence meant things would change on the inside and out, for better or worse. He almost had hit the U.S. average of male life expectancy by a pinch (78.54 years to his 78.19) so he’s had about his money’s worth. God couldn’t have cashed him out at a better time.

To start 2020, I took two weeks off from work for the first time in the six-plus years I’ve been with the company. I’ve met friends I haven’t seen in ages. I’ve abandoned non-successful projects in the name of self-care. I’ve re-wrote my diet for the better now that Dad wasn’t pumping me with free food ‘round the clock. I’ve also become the store champion in revenue for the year once again, and learned how not to get stress get the best of me. I had only one sunny day out of the twelve off in February which was extremely disappointing. As all you devils know, heading to New York City never leaves my mind. I promised myself that I’d make a visit to both Modern Pinball and Sunshine Laundromat, visits I’ve been waiting three years for. I came close. I did visit the city in early March for a check-up and visited Central Park as I called up my Godmother Laura to make Easter plans, leaving only after a half-an-hour when it started to get dark. By then I’d started to receive inklings of pending changes. The coronavirus was only in the back of my mind, and you normally don’t think of these things unless it pertains to you. I dialed up my aunt Theresa and she told me that the city schools and offices were contemplating closing down. I brushed it off like it was nothing, until…

It was a weekend at work like any other. A regular Sunday. Then it started. A customer asked me for nine mid-range laptops for himself and his co-workers to work from home. I sold them all to him. That’s a $3,100+ ticket. Another older man came in looking for five printers and ten monitors for his business. I could’ve hit the jackpot if only we had enough but we didn’t, but we piece-mealed whatever we could from other stores and that was another $1,500+. More customers and business owners came in to buy buy buy whatever they could to work at home with no limit and we now had a weekend clearance sale we never planned for. Every man and woman for themselves rushed in to save their jobs and tried grabbing whatever they can. When the weekend was over, they wiped us out of all our essential stock. Webcams, budget laptops, and monitors went clean off the shelves. We were fucking bewildered.

One outstanding memory I had of last year’s outbreak was seeing someone eye-ing over all-in-ones. After twenty minutes of no one asking him for assistance, I finally got him. He already had as much time under his belt deciding which way to go: Windows or Mac? He had lots of questions for me, and took me on a world tour of my own department to see which of three units he wanted to take home with him. Fine by me, because being in the presence of his brown-eyed peanut-butter haired daughter was all that mattered. Imagine Jessica Chastain in her late twenties and neck-length hair wearing a green St. Patrick’s Day shirt with a beige clover on it and blue jeans. Somewhat conservative and reserved but she was nice 100% all throughout. That’s more I could say than most people on the island or in my life I’ve met. An hour later, her dad finally decided on a high-end unit. “Wrap it up” he said. “Thank you for your time and purchase” I say, and it’d be the only time I would ever see her. Eventually, I noticed more customers coming in wearing masks. A different father-and-daughter pairing didn’t get it right wearing theirs under their chins, a half-assed way to at least fend themselves from the poison going on. Later on, two young female best-friends asked me for a Nintendo Switch. When they saw I had the Animal Crossing version, they suddenly asked for two more. Done. Knock yourselves out.

Within one week our store changed operations on a near-daily basis. We shortened our hours, then limited our total number of occupants to appointments only. By mid-week our store was closed to the public and it was all phone-orders and curbside pick-ups. Salespeople became impromptu warehouse and back-end runners. We couldn’t believe what we were experiencing. We were literally witnessing the slow gradual death of our traditional operating model. Corona- finally arrived and everyone was on edge not knowing what was coming next. Then we got the call from corporate: “all New York stores to be shut down indefinitely until further notice. Pack it up and go home. Expect a call from us in a few weeks”.

This was unreal! Our positions were in limbo. It felt like we were let go yet still employed otherwise. Meaning: furlough. We’d be fortunate enough to hold our titles and be kept on the payroll while we were mandated to stay home. Later as I learned, the ‘essentials’ as deemed, still had to work on through as a necessity to others; pegged to deal with the public who had no foresight as to how serious it would be. Before heading home indefinitely, I walked next door to the market. Never had I seen meat and paper shortages. Bare shelves of canned goods, frozen vegetables, pasta, and rice like the world was ending. There was no timetable for lockdown or how it’d last. I was now in competition with everyone else to stay alive. Count my high cards that an long-term food shortage was not the case.

27, 47, 81.

If only Dad would’ve lived long enough to see this unfold. He’d be forceful enough for me to stay home with him like some early exits from my location did. I can imagine that even if my bro- didn’t yell at him to stay home, Dad would say “hey, fuck you!” and drive out to see his friends. He literally fell of heart failure, and if that didn’t get him, would the -virus? Could he survive it with his expiring health and the spectre of death on impatient delay? Since Dad fed me almost daily, he’d feel very sad and broken if he couldn’t bring food home for me. He’s not here on this Earth anymore to do that, so it was time to change it up. The haunt of immuno-compromization had me thinking to cut the crap and go healthy.

245, 332, 417.

My ex- Yenny, the most cautious person in the world, sent me directions on how to make my own mask which I did out of old worn-out tees. Welcome to the new real dystopia. The first aesthetic of the pandemic was in the form of this makeshift cloth mask dampened with my own carbon-monoxide emanating the smell of damp stale cotton. Back to the neighborhood Chop N’ Drop I go. I stockpiled on fruits, vegetables, broth, anti-oxidants, juices, dark chocolates, nuts, and seltzer water. The moment of spending money on real food was the moment I started making real meals; the mixture of Idaho and sweet potatoes, celery, carrots, and vegetable broth aerated a distinct spring of fumes forever tied to these months in isolation. A daily carousel of apricots, oranges, cauliflower, tomatoes, and green peppers were a wonderful much-needed addition I had to have from now on. Visits to Bullseye had plenty of food, albeit the shelves were disorganized and the essential workers were overwhelmed. Idolatry was only steps away and to stock up on whatever non-perishables I could find, then threw them on the belt where the young silent Spanish girl who didn’t feel like being there was waiting for me at the register.

I noticed all around me that things were a little…different. Most of us were given things we never imagined. You’d never think of being home for months to have the opportunity to catch up on a life they once had no time for. People finally caught up on cleaning, pursing through personal belongings, old photos and memorabilia, reading lists and vinyl records that piled up. Imagine all the things said about not having to travel to work, or staying home to work, or not working at all. They were right. No such thing as stress. No managers shoving daily quotas or finding faults down your throat. No awkward moments, lack of courtesy, rudeness, or interruptions. No immature adults turning into bus-ride children competing for your attention or older women stamping their feet when being reminded of how out of line they were. It was total bliss.

486, 548, 753, 819.

Most of us had all the time in the world to shit ourselves in our front-row seats for what we were seeing. It’s all happening next door in New York City, fatally crowned the epicenter of the worst pandemic of our lifetimes. We were The Death Nation. The deaths came at such an expedient rate that literal dead bodies were lined up outside the city’s funeral parlors. By then, restaurants closed. Businesses closed. Stadiums, theaters, arcades, bars closed. Schools and universities were canceled. Even Easter, the next social holiday in line…closed. The nation’s unemployment rate spiked high as 15% as people pounded on the doors on a broken system to have their unemployment benefits or loans in hand as soon as possible. No meta-game suffered distinctly than the music and venue industry. Artists, operators, and promoters had their livelihoods taken away from them in an instant; forced to make a living improvising on live-streaming. They just lost their selves overnight. Now, they held on tight for their own stability and sanity; hoping to reach for that brass ring while riding on a lagging carousel engulfed in flames.

Over at WUSB, the show still had to go on. Our general manager disallowed any further staff to enter the studios. As most planned to live-stream from their homes, I opted to send my shows in. For the entirety of spring (and summer) I’d hand my shows in our engineer’s at-home automation for broadcast. Saturday 10:00PM Eastern Standard Time on the dot, no error. I had all the time in the world to post on Ω+, my portfolio VMFX, and get Our Lady Omega finally up to speed without worry of deadlines, distraction, or needless interruption. It was when I rifled through many auditions burning on the hard drive. Cleaners From Venus’ “The Jangling Man” couldn’t have come at a better time, signifying a cancelled Easter intended to be spent with my Godmother now at home. I never heard it ever but it yet it sounded familiar before. The cassette fidelities and a certain ‘89-’90 recorded feeling that took me back to my Nintendo youth becomes a new forever memory. Shoegaze and post-punk cuts such as Ing’s “Closet”, Milly’s “Talking Secret”, Es’ “Hidden Track”, and Miserable’s “Loverboy”, to name a few, have indisputably defined the pandemic era’s soul.

But enough of that for today. Down comes Mario, my five year-old nephew who’s yearning to play. Dad / Pop is no longer here, so it’s me he’s looking forward to seeing every day to try and win me on Uno or Candy Land while ginger-superior Madelaine Petsch / Cherry Blossom or Hayley Orrantia were on the flat-screen. We had nights where he’d chose a deck from my collection and we’d make separate piles out of suits. He’d play some good ones, too: the “Junior” of Hearts, the “Mom” of Diamonds, and the “Dad” of Spades he calls them. Aces were “sooper!” and the jokers had their own narrative: a clown on the unicycle was riding to 7-11 to get some Slurpees for us. (Once in a while, a horse-head or the word “MAVERICK” in cowboy caps- for those wild ones.) What kind of an imagination is this? And he loved Monopoly, too. We played so much that it inspired another aesthetic forever tied to the pandemic. Solid oranges and sky blues against the CRT’s, and Monopoly symbols of trains and utilities helped create sets of icons for a series of graphics templates I’ve made.

800, 814, 1036.

Red bottles with blue and red labels of now-discontinued blue liquid soap. Blocks of green and white cleanser cubes cased in plastic. Bulbs of blue and purple diffusing liquid. Cucumber sanitizer. They’re all symbols of cleanliness. All the time in the world posting, sound-editing, and layouts prove exhaustive at times. It’s 1AM Eastern Standard Time in New York City / Long Island and an open window allows the smoky cold chill of a 50°April breeze to vacate downstairs. It’s an invitation to step outside and admire the clear moonless skies. No clouds, only the stars above. I sit in my backyard to hear near-total silence emanating from the expressway. The asphalt rushes were a bare minimum because no one had a reason to travel. The utmost quiet was enough for the nostalgia to vacate right in. The cold, clear, quiet spring Saturday and Sunday nights spent with my Plainview circle of friends. We’d talk shit about everyone we knew, what our favorite Green Day, The Offspring, Collective Soul, or Nine Inch Nails songs were, and matching up with the alternative girls I never met before. The post-dinner April starlights spent shivering with Cath- off the busy Sunrise Highway admitting how much I missed her and how it felt when she succumbed to the heroin demon, the drives down random gas stations to save her ass, or the rare night rides from campus to take her home after my Wednesday radio stint. The temperatures also matched the experience of visiting Central Park for the very first time while an essential contact was in the back of my mind, her text asking how my day in New York City waited for me when I arrived home. It kills me that these are rare moments I’ll never have back. To this day that I’m still paying emotional interest on them.

142, 103, 101.

Rinse, repeat. For two months there was no place to go. No work shifts, classes, ballgames, weekend traffic, or Sunday dinners demarcating the days of the week. Saturdays were Tuesdays. Sundays were Mondays. No one ever humanly experienced a blur of time where every day was literally the same. Then a phone call. “Operations are re-opening. Be here Sunday and ready to start packing.” What my manager should’ve said to me: “be ready to be crucified”. I told myself it’s the last week of May. Three days to get back into it. The spoils of staying home from work once again with financial security and benefits intact will end. Slowly but surely things will pick up again. The floodgates will soon open and here come the entitled Karens, ugly kniving fishwives, dumbshit Tony’s From Brooklyn, and whatever unkempt messes who somehow still manage to breathe will tug my shirt for attention or see me as a whipping boy for their insignificant grievances I never asked for.

If the quarantine made many lives a nerve-wracking unbearable hell for some people, then what happened next would be the breaking point: footage posted of Minneapolis police murdering George Floyd sent people into the streets in an outrage, and rightfully so. Short-Term Memory America didn’t learn and repeated their mistakes once again. No surprise there. The unnecessary needless precursory murders of Breonna Taylor and Armaud Arbury led up to the state’s latest nationwide collapse of unrest.

It took the latest event of racism and murder for everyone to finally come outside since the start of the pandemic and show what they were hiding for the longest time. Frustrated adult-male mouth-breathers acting out like total jerkoffs throwing their childish ignorance and building blocks in more reasonable mature people’s faces, and unattractive vanilla pig females turned into cartoon versions of themselves as they yapped multitudes of n-bombs and were damn proud of it. Cutting noses and spiting their own faces; doing whatever it takes at all costs to preserve their personal right and false constructs in treating people-of-color like garbage. Bulletin-board bruisers and ultimate keyboard warriors finally brought it out for all of the world to see. Others, however, had enough of their friends, family, co-workers, and fellow human beings being shot, beaten, or killed based on the color of their skin. They came to protest, picket, fight in the streets, and set it all in flames because enough was enough…enough of a corrupt racist celebrity president who’s done absolutely nothing except write off white supremacists and dismissed the coronavirus as a hoax. It all came down to this after living in an irrational anything-goes backwards presidency, all because the Fascist-in-chief cared for no one but himself, his family, and those who pledged their allegiance to him.

If the last four years provided us some out-of-this-world ridiculousness, what else would’ve been possible? We’ve experienced a hell like no other. We genuinely lived in fear that we could reach the point of no return. No one had any idea what was in store for us or how bad it could’ve been; during an election year, nonetheless.

Where I’m heading is another story. I drive home down Rt. 25 and there are clusters picketing on the side of the road. One supporting Black Lives Matter, one for Tr*mp 2020. Summer’s on her way and the new heat was here; the allegory of pent-up frustration and emotion which everyone was feeling exacerbated by the pandemic. The possibilities were spring-loaded in the back of my mind and made me on edge, not knowing what could happen.

All I, and us, could think about was when this would all end, and when we could go back to life as we knew it. We were holding out on all hope that something had to give. When will we be open for business again? When would be all go back to what it used to be, or what would ‘the new normal’ be? Will we change course and advert a national crisis, or will be dig ourselves a totalitarian grave so deep we won’t crawl out of? Will we have reason, rationality, science, humanity, and common sense back again, or will we have hatred, nastiness, cruelty, and contempt kept in place for tradition’s sake and have it rammed down our throats until we die sick of it?

It was the three most surreal months of my life. True uncharted territory; no map, no compass. And Spring wasn’t even over. Not just yet. As everything was unfolding and unraveling, something else was headed my way. A season that was anything but normal was going to end on an even more bizarre and curious note. Not in the form of more shutdowns, sickness, emptiness, or despair; but of someone who reached out to me.

(To be continued.)

Cleaners From Venus “The Jangling Man”

Damp “Death, Sex & Arby’s”

Ing “Dust”

Crumb “Ghostride”

Future Islands “Day Glow Fire”

Lisel “Digital Light Field”

Milly “Talking Secret”

Stardeath & White Dwarfs “What Keeps You At Night”

Miserable “Loverboy”

Districts “Cheap Regrets”

Snarls “Walk In The Woods”

Es “Hidden Track”

Strobobean “Keep It Together”

Katie Tempest “People’s Faces”

Penelope Isles “Round”

Shopping “All Or Nothing”

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