#singing along loudly and stuff i love to hear it!!!!!!!!!!!!

[thekidsarentalright]

this streamer is literally so real i hope every person that streams for the rest of the tour lets themself have this much fun

[hyunluvbug]

show me how to love I one - party time

pairing: hyunjin x afab reader

premise: all hyunjin is known for is hookups. he does not commit and would rather feed on lust. he has never been in love but his best friend, y/n, is in love with him. maybe he will someday want to be loved.

content: 🔞this series is NSFW so MDNI at all!!! some making out mentioned and grinding (in a party setting), drinking, brief mention of weed

a/n: i know its been a while but this has been in my drafts forever and is now seeing the light of day. i already have 4 parts full written, i anticipate 5 or 6 in the series so i hope u enjoy!

The floor vibrates from the loud music that fills the thick air. Smells of sweat, weed and beer litter the room. Among the smells is the loud conversations that filter throughout. Each conversation is barely comprehensible. 

She takes a sip from her solo cup and feels the familiar liquor hit her throat. Was it worth it in the end to get drunk? Who knows but she couldn't wait to find out. This is her first drink, a drink her friend Han had given her. She wasn’t quite sure what it was. 

She watches Han as he plays beer pong with a few of his other friends, Lee Know, Chan and Changbin. They were also her friends, friends she made all thanks to him. 

She felt her stomach begin to rumble a little, starting to crave food. Her eyes scan the crowd around her. A few people are dancing amongst themselves, boys chugging down their drinks, couples making out but one couple in particular caught her eye. One of them was none other than her best friend, Hyunjin, which was no surprise. She feels her face warm up at the sight. He was sloppily kissing the girl who was grinding into his lap. His hands roam down her back and settle on her waist. He moves her hips in circular motions on top of him. She could practically hear her loud moans from here. A feeling in her chest made her look away. Her eyes instead land on the snack table filled with finger food. She puts her cup down and reminds herself to not pick it up again. 

She makes her way to the snack table and stuffs her face with pretzels. The saltiness fills her tongue creating an explosion of flavor. She heard it was good to eat while drinking and right now she sure was hungry. 

“Hey.” 

She looks up and sees Seungmin, another boy who is a part of Han’s friend group. His eyes were glossed over and he was beginning to slur his words. 

“Are you doing okay?” 

The thing about Seungmin and to be fair all of Han’s friends is that they all looked after her. No matter the situation, at least one of them would be by her side. 

“I’m alright. I think I’m a tad tipsy.” She replied, she was still putting pretzels between her lips. Her face was clearly flushed and her eyes were beginning to lose focus. 

He pats her head lovingly, “Just be careful. Don’t forget to also drink some water, yeah?” 

She nods back at him with a salute which makes him chuckle. Yep she is getting drunk. 

“I’ll be over here.” he said pointing over to the couch filled with people. They were playing some video games on the big tv mounted on the wall. 

Even when Seungmin is drunk he is still a sweetheart. 

Han screams loudly in victory, her eyes look over to him. Him and Chan dance happily while Leeknow and Changbin accept defeat. She chuckles to herself at the sight. Han’s eyes make contact with hers and he gestures for her to come over. 

She begins to walk and feels her legs wobble. Is this what being tipsy feels like? Very strange.

“We just beat their asses.” Han yells over the loud music that was now making people sing along. Chan picks up his beer and takes a big swig, wiping the dribble of beer off his chin. 

Jeongin then walks over, his hand filled with a few more beers. “Who wants more?” He smiles widely. Lee Know and Changbin take one each from him, Jeongin passes the beer opener. 

Jeongin then turned to her, “Want one?” Jeongin asked, still having one left over. 

“Fuck it, why not?”

He opened the beer bottle for her and she put it to her lips. Was it disgusting? Absolutely. But, she needed some sort of stimulation tonight. The boys talked amongst themselves and she found herself searching the room. The corner where Hyunjin previously sat was now empty. She didn’t even have to guess where he was. Probably upstairs in some locked room. The mere thought made her feel less happy. 

She sighed loudly and Lee Know looked at her. He knew what was up. They all did. It was pretty clear to all of them how she felt for him. 

“Y/n.” Changbin said, catching her attention and knocking her from her head. 

“This is your time to enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about him.” He places a hand on her shoulder, his fingertips were cold from the beer bottle in his hands. 

She nods shyly, “Come on Y/n! We’re supposed to be having fun. Fuck college and studying, we’re finally done!” Han cheers loudly causing the rest of the party to cheer as well. 

It was the end of their third year in college, only one more year and they would be finished. Time surely does fly past really quickly. She swore she was just starting college and next thing she knew, she was going to graduate in less than a year. It’s crazy. 

“You’re right! Let’s do some shots or something!” She replied, a big smile coating her face. 

“Did I hear shots?”

She turned around and both Seungmin and Felix stood behind her. Felix had a tray of shots on a plate. 

“Damn how did you do that so fast?” Chan chuckles and grabs one of the shot cups. 

“Well I was bringing them anyway, I guess it was perfect timing?” Felix says, a smile spreading across his lips. Everyone grabs a shot cup and clinks their cups together before shooting them down. 

The burning liquor resonates in Y/n’s throat. Giving her a very nice buzz. She could tell her alcohol tolerance was not very high as she already felt the effects. 

She began to walk unsteady through the room. Everything soon felt like a blur. All she could see was mirages of bodies moving past. She sat down on the couch in the corner, her friends danced in the middle of the room in front of her. The music filled her ears but it felt slow. 

Something wet began to trickle down into her hands. It was water. She was crying. She felt her chest rise and fall quickly. Someone was mumbling. More tears came down into her hands creating a tiny pool. 

“Hey.” No response. 

“Y/n.” 

She finally looks up and is met with his eyes. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His hands move up to her cheeks wiping away the tears. 

“Hyunjin.”

[syluscore]

Every Version of You

A reverse harem with three variants of Leon Kennedy and feminine reader.

An average day, nothing noteworthy. Until someone intercepts you and your partner a week before you’re gearing up to head out for an assignment. Now there’s nothing average about today, nothing is normal anymore. You’ll never understand. Is it time travel? Is his soul broken apart and now manifesting different versions of himself? All you know is that an older version of Leon is here, insisting he had to come back to save your life with the help of a trusted few. And for some reason his younger self from when you two first met and survived Racoon City together is also here. When your Leon is swept away on a mission to rescue the president’s daughter from a cult in Spain, you’re left to try and prevent your coming death with his past and future self. When he returns, how do you confront everything that has come to the surface with the other two? Will you be able to prevent your ultimate demise? It’s going to take every version of him in order to save yourself.

~ Masterlist ~ Next Part ~

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SONGS: Always - Bon Jovi and Work Song - Hozier

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR PART ONE: drunkenness, pining, repressed romantic feelings, death, depression, anxiety, tension, kidnapping, violence, drugging, water submersion, self-depreciation, thoughts of dying, desire to die, heartache, angst, hurt with no comfort

!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! THIS POST AND BLOG ARE 18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!

PART "CHAPTER" ONE:

“I can’t sing a love song, like the way it’s meant to be.” You belt out the lyrics to the last song you remember playing in the bar before the alcohol completely took over. Despite your words slurring, you did your best to mimic the sultry rock tone of Bon Jovi.

“God, you’re so drunk,” Leon laughs as he tries to keep you up right as you make your way down the dark, city streets. 

The only other patrons on this road are other drunks. All of the businesses beyond the bar are closed up and dark. You can still hear the music from the bar thumping in the distance.The late night air is chilly, but you’re too obliterated to take much notice of the goosebumps littering your exposed skin.

“Nooooooo,” you whine at Leon. “You’re supposed to sing the next part. This is a duet, Leon, come on!”

He stares down at you with an amused look on his face. “I’m not doing a Bon Jovi duet with you at 3 am in the middle of the street.”

You pout at him, stopping in your tracks in defiance. He tries to continue pulling you along, but you hold the heels of your feet firmly in place on the cobblestone. The rough texture of the restored downtown district usually pissed you off. You were always tripping over yourself on the uneven terrain, but tonight it’s helping ground you in place. You subconsciously apologize to the ground for all the times you’ve cursed it.

“I can’t sing a love song, like the way it’s meant to be.” You sing the same lyric as earlier loudly, your tone absolutely atrocious. 

Leon sighs before finally giving in, replying with the next line. “Well, I guess I’m not good anymore, but baby, that’s just me.”

You squeal joyfully at his rock ballad impression before clinging to his arm again, allowing him to continue guiding you down the road.

You’re practically screaming at this point, “And I will love you, baby, always. And I’ll be there forever and a day, always.” 

Leon knows he’s lost the battle. Your drunken mind knows no ration, so he sings along with you quietly. He fights the smile threatening to overtake his face, not wanting to encourage you further.

But it’s too late. When he gave in during your small fit, that was all the motivation you needed to give the city street the performance of your life. 

As you continued singing, your hazy mind couldn’t keep track of the lyrics. Leon just shakes his head as you get the words completely wrong. 

He stuffs the warm feeling in his chest down, locking it away as he always does. He doesn’t like how endearing he finds you. The way you carry yourself so carefreely. You’re boldly and unapologetically yourself. It’s everything Leon wishes he could be. He never allows himself to think any deeper on the feelings inside of him. Nothing good ever comes from him expressing the intricacies of the branches growing and entwining deeply in his chest. 

You’ve got your claws deeply embedded into his person. He has killed for you before, many times, and he will do it again without a second thought. You’re his best friend, his partner, his twin flame, but he refuses to vocalize what you mean to him. 

The world is a shitshow filled with unspeakable horrors and ill intent. Boldly caring for anything makes you vulnerable. If you have nothing, then there isn’t anything for the world to steal from you. His life is already overly complicated. He’s merely a prop for the US government. Nothing but a tool, or more accurately a weapon. He’s the weapon they use against bioweapons. A machine that serves its intended purpose and is expected to maintain itself as it sits idly by before it’s needed again.

He finds comfort in this fact somehow. An object doesn’t need to feel or process emotions. It enables him to push down his trauma and function day to day without breaking apart at the seams. If he detaches himself from the physical world enough, going through the motions is a piece of cake. Maybe he’s not living, maybe he’s merely existing, but when he’s with you… he feels everything. He wants to stay in the secureness of being numb, safe and sound within his own walls.

He shouldn’t have agreed to hit up the bar with you tonight. But after being briefed on your next assignment, you needed to be plastered to cope with the new horrors you’d be dealing with. And the truth was Leon cared about you extensively, so he could get through tonight. He’ll drop your drunk ass off at home and then seclude himself from you until it’s time to go on your assignment together. 

“Oh fuck,” you holler as you trip over your own feet, exposed knees crashing into the ground beneath you. You hiss at the stinging of new scrapes on your skin. 

Leon crouches down and attempts to help you up, but you’re super unsteady as your legs shake underneath you. 

“We need to get your drunk ass home before you completely self-destruct.”

You giggle up at him before your eyes connect with his. Your mind goes completely blank as you soften beneath his gaze. This is what it means to get lost in someone’s eyes, it must be. The alcohol running through your system is making it hard to ignore all the pesky feelings you’re able to brush off–to stuff deep down when you’re sober.

What if he leaned down and kissed you right now? What if he finally closed the gap between the two of you? What if he completed those broken pieces of yourself and made you whole again? Finally giving into six long years worth of tension? Your eyes fall down to his plump, wet lips before rising back up to meet his stare. You subconsciously lick your lips in anticipation. Your heart feels like it’s in your throat as the pace of your breathing picks up. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire and you want nothing more than to extinguish the flames, but in the back of your mind you know you want to ignite them further.

Neither one of you break the stare down raging between you two somewhere in the middle of this forgotten street. You could be literally anywhere and it wouldn’t make a goddamn difference. Wouldn’t change a fucking thing. But you know that’s just the loneliness and liquor talking. He’s your Leon, it’s not like that. He’s not like that. You’re not like that. Right?

You’re so lost in one another that you don’t notice the sounds and shifting air around you until it’s too late. While you were lost in your own bubble, you left yourself vulnerable and exposed to the world around you. And it seems the world took advantage of that fact.

Suddenly arms are wrapped around your cowering frame. A hand comes up and covers your mouth, muffling the startled scream tumbling from your throat.

Leon darts forward to pull the person off of you when two men you don’t recognize grab either of his arms and pull him back away from you. His elbows are flying into their sides, his nails digging into their skin. His knees and legs kicking out as he fights to break from their holds on him.

“Don’t make me do this, Leon,” a deep voice speaks to him, but it doesn’t change anything. Leon keeps fighting against them. The man lets out a heavy sigh before swinging his free arm and punching Leon hard in the face, his body instantly going limp at the impact.

You realize you’re crying and whimpering as you shake in the man’s arms. His tight grip on you hasn’t faltered for even a second. You’re powerless, a helpless feeling taking over your entire being. You have no fight in you tonight. You’re too drunk and you immediately regret allowing yourself to be in such a state.

“I’m so sorry.” The man holding you removes his hand from your mouth, but before you can say anything, there’s a stabbing pain in the side of your throat. Your eyes shoot in the direction of his arm, seeing him pulling a now empty syringe away from you. You’ve been drugged. You want to panic, but a fuzzy feeling seeps its way into your muscles and bones. Before you’ve even processed the sudden turn of events, darkness wraps around you like a blanket.

You have no choice but to allow yourself to fall into it.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Waking up feels like you’re trapped underwater. The world is so far away, the only sound surrounding you being your own heart beat thrumming in your ears and the movement of the water flowing around you. Your limbs feel limp, your body weightless. The only thing you can do is allow yourself to sink into it, to embrace the sensations.

But then you begin to open your eyes.

Everything is out of focus, distorted as if looking through someone else’s glasses. You have to force yourself to blink, taking all of your energy to lift your heavy eyelids. 

You can’t help it. You let them fall shut again. Even with your eyes closed, it feels like the world is spinning around you, but at least the ache behind your eyelids stops.

You almost give yourself back over to sleep. Almost. 

You feel hands gripping your arms, shaking you. You assume the person is trying to wake you up and you try to force yourself up, but your blood feels thick in your veins. That under water feeling growing inside your body as well. The feeling is almost peaceful so you cling to it.

The memories start to trickle into your brain that feels like it’s vibrating inside of your skull.

You shoot your eyes open and look down, attempting to focus your eyes as you force yourself to blink rapidly. You feel so fucking high and there’s nothing you can do other then beg yourself to please come down. Even as your eyes start to focus, your brain feels trapped behind a barrier and you still can’t get any appendage attached to this useless body to just move.

This isn’t working. You close your eyes again, instead focusing on your breathing. In, hold, then out. In, hold, then out. Rinse, lather, repeat. You can feel your lungs expanding and retracting over and over in your chest; the feeling has your anxiety rising.

But it’s finally working. Somehow, some way, the anxiety is awakening your nerves and pushing the drugged out feeling away. 

It probably takes twenty or thirty minutes to come back to yourself enough to comprehend what’s happening around you, but it finally does. And what you see has you feeling even more high.

You’re laying on some dingy, old couch. The room around you is dark and dank. It’s somewhere between a basement and a dungeon. The more you look around, the more you think it’s more dungeon leaning. 

You slowly manage to sit yourself up, using every ounce of strength you have to achieve it. You take more deep breaths before pushing yourself up, barely managing to steady yourself as you stand and your knees threaten to give out beneath you. More deep breaths and your head stops spinning, allowing you to open your eyes again. 

The room is small;  just the couch, a lamp, and a door. 

A few shaky paces forward and you’re at the door. Up close, you can see that the old door isn’t closed all the way. Placing one hand on the door frame for balance, you reach forward with the other slowly pushing the door open. And what you see has your head reeling more than the drugs.

This room is much larger than the previous one, the high ceilings nearly three times higher than the previous. Two men stand at a control panel surrounding a large tank of… water? It looks like bubbly, murky, thickened water. Another man stands away from the others, looking lost and out of place in a shadowy corner of the room.

But those are the least concerning elements. What has you screaming out in shock is the man up on the metal platform above the tank holding an unconscious Leon in his arms. It looks like he’s moments from dropping Leon into the mysterious vat of liquid and it has panic overtaking your system.

Every man in the room's attention darts to you at your sudden outburst.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” a man with a thick accent speaks from the control panel.

“What are you doing to him? What the fuck is going on?” You wheeze out. The room grows silent except for your heavy breathing and the weird humming noises coming from inside the tank.

Adrenaline takes over, your survival instincts kicking in as you rush towards the tank, ready to do anything to get Leon away from this death trap.

You throw yourself at the ladder attached to the platform above the tank, ready to do whatever it takes to save him. But large muscular arms wrap around you, trapping your arms at your side.

You kick and scream, anything to break free of his grasp, but to no avail. He’s so much larger than you. Even without the drugs lingering in your system, you’re still not sure you’d stand a chance against him. You’re the damsel in distress, nothing but a sitting duck waiting for your hero to come rescue you.

But the ever dependable hero is in immediate danger, mere feet above his ultimate demise. 

“You ready?” The accented man speaks to the man above the tank.

“Whenever you are.” A gruff voice responds from above. 

The accented man starts counting backwards from ten as the other man starts to move Leon towards the edge, ready to toss him in like nothing but a rag doll.

You’re screaming, pleading, begging them to stop. You’re in hysterics and all of the men ignore you. No one even bothers to spare you a second glance.

You’re completely helpless. You can’t save him. You’ve failed him as you always do. You know if it was you in his position, he’d have saved you effortlessly. He’d never allow you to die like this. He’d never allow you to die at all, but you can’t return that simple fucking favor. 

Please let me be next. Throw me in after him. I could never live knowing I allowed him to die as if he was nothing. He’s everything. If I can’t save him, take me with him. I’ll follow him even in death. What’s a world without Leon Kennedy? I don’t want to know, please don’t make me know.

Your heart shatters as you watch Leon’s limp body fall into the vat of liquid. The man at the control panel flips a giant lever and the liquid glows. The light from the tank is blinding as the man holding you releases you to cover his own eyes. 

You’ve always been a coward and you refuse to be as your best friend dies in front of you. You force your eyes to stay open through the excruciating pain burning in them. 

But then as quickly as it appeared, the light disappears. The man on the platform has collapsed, unconscious above the tank. And weirdly enough, the man lingering in the shadows has collapsed as well. 

You can’t stop the tears as they fall down your face, a sob breaking through your lips as the realization sets in. The tank is empty. Leon is no longer inside.

Did they fucking incinerate him?

You fall to your knees as you shake, your entire body crumbling as the situation truly sets in.

I’m so sorry, Leon. I’m sorry for being such a useless piece of fucking shit. Wherever you are, reach through to me and smite me dead with you. Drag me to the other side with you. Don’t make me stay in a world where you don’t exist. 

I’ll never let you down again. I’ll remind you every day how much you fucking mean to me. You can’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. There’s no me without you. 

You’ve always been larger than this world, Leon, but it’s nothing without you. The world was never worthy of you, and neither was I. But don’t fucking leave me. There’s so many things I haven’t said, too many things I haven’t said. And I’ll forever hate myself for it. 

If your heart isn’t beating, then mine doesn’t deserve to beat either. I’ll rip the fucking thing from my chest to follow you wherever you are now. It beats for you and I think it always has, since the day I fucking met you. 

If not this life then I’ll be yours in the next. I won’t be stupid anymore, I fucking swear it Leon.

I love you Leon Scott Kennedy. I fucking love you. 

And the afterlife can’t fucking have you. I know you and I know that you can look God in the face and fight, kicking and screaming, your way back to me. It’s not your time. All the time in the world would never be enough time to spend with you.

So you bring your ass straight back here and I’ll fall to my knees, devote my life to you. I’ll pray to you if it’s what you ask of me. You are my purpose and there is no meaning to this bullshit life without you in it.

I never got the chance to properly and loudly love you. Never got the chance to show you I love you. You left this world not knowing how much you were loved. And none of it is right. I’ll burn this world down for you, Leon. I don’t care if you want me to or not. This place will not go on without you. I promise, my love. 

If you don’t come back to this world, there will be no world for any mother fucker to ever come back to. No one is more worthy than you and I’ll never allow them to feel as if they are. As if any mortal soul could ever begin to compare.

You’re supposed to stay with me to the end. This can’t be the end. Is this the end? I refuse to accept this ending. I’ll rewrite the whole fucking book until it’s structured around nothing but your happy ending, Leon.

Leon. Not my Leon. I’ve lost you before you were even mine to lose. You left without knowing I’m yours.

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Omg can we please have more huskerdust babies?? I’m thinking all the things! Possibly more things during the pregnancy? I love the idea that when the hotel is attacked by the monster of the week, Angel gets pissed that they basically have Nifty babysit him ha. Or angsty stuff like, maybe Heaven has taken note that there’s been innocent souls born and they want to take them?? Omg so many thiiiiiings I love this lil world you created <3

Oh my god I absolutely Adore this ask, these are all the things I love talking about the most! <3 I'm so glad you like the AU!

God I love the idea that Angel Dust is very unimpressed at being benched from fights, bitching about it to the point where Charlie has to give him a list of pregnancy dos and don'ts with 'gunfights' on the don't list along with drugs, alcohol and tuna. Nifty gets assigned as his bodyguard whenever they are under attack but her job is far more often to keep him in his room. More than once, Husk has come back to find that Nifty had to pin Angel's jacket to the floor with her knife

Angel is Suffering with two very hyperactive, multi limbed, winged kittens inside him, especially when he's trying to sleep. And he discovers that the only thing that really gets them to settle is the sound of their daddy's rattling, rumbling, car-with-a-busted-exhaust purr. Which leads to many nights where they're curled up in bed and Angel Dust will sleepily give Husk a shove and mumble 'your kids are awake'. Husk knows it's his cue to roll over, shuffle down until his forehead is pressed to Angel's belly and purr loudly until the little ones settle back into sleep. Usually he'll stay there, Angel's fingers stroking through his fur, telling their babies to be nice to their pops, he's doing such a good job taking care of you and keeping you safe. Angel gets to drift back asleep listening to his voice and his purr and feeling so warm and safe

Cravings hit Angel at the weirdest times, often Husk will wake up at 2am with his side of the bed empty but he knows all he has to do is stumble down to the kitchen and his spider will be there, singing to himself and making some pasta dish he remembers his Nona making when he was alive. Husk just presses a sleepy kiss between his shoulders and gets himself on busboy duty. If he's lucky he'll get some leftovers.

Angel Dust does struggle a lot with how Different he looks when he's pregnant, just because he takes so much pride in looking a certain way and he's spent his whole afterlife being told that looking hot and having people want to fuck him is all he's good for. So when he starts showing, there's a few days where he just retreats to his room, under the blankets and doesn't really want to see anyone. Husk understands and doesn't make him feel stupid for feeling that way but he will wait until Angel wants to let him in then get under the covers with him. He promises that he's as beautiful to Husk as he's ever been, he can't believe he gets to be with someone who looks the way he does and, honestly, he's struggling to keep his hands off him most of the time. It does make Angel feel better and he gets to wear his comfier clothes now and gets used to looking at himself in a different way.

And then his hormones hit. Literally no one in the hotel sees them for about a week, Charlie goes up to see if they're okay, hears the noises coming from their room and bolts back downstairs with a bright red face like '....yeah, they sound like they're doing good'. When Husk eventually does emerge, to get some water, he's limping and holding his back, groaning that he's too old for this...

When they're born, as soon as they're able to wobble about on their many limbs, the spider kitties get Terrible zoomies. Half the time there's just these black and pink blurs zipping around the hotel, tumbling into each other and nearly knocking things over. It's good reflex training for everyone in the hotel making sure nothing gets smashed

and it is SO interesting that you mention this whole business with heaven as that is absolutely a part of this AU I came up with!!!! It's long enough to pretty much deserve it's own post but I am so delighted that your brain also went there because mine did too!!

[just-a-little-cellist]

WWDITS Preference: When You're Sad/Depressed

(A/N: I've felt my depression flaring up lately (doesn't help that I can't watch the new WWDITS season yet lmao) so this is, as usual, totally self-indulgent. hope you enjoy, and feel free to request more stuff like this :D)

(Includes Nadja, Laszlo and Nandor x gender neutral reader)

Nadja:

When she notices that you're feeling out of sorts, Nadja is surprisingly compassionate. While not particularly good at talking things through with you, she does try - at the very least she'll let you rant if you need to - and will loudly assure you that to think lowly of yourself at all is ridiculous, I mean, look at you! You're wonderful! Once you're done talking she takes it upon herself to organize a movie night in an effort to cheer you up. Hearing her enthusiastically sing along to the Mamma Mia soundtrack is at worst a good distraction, and at best it'll get you smiling and singing along too.

(It also goes without saying that if a person has caused your sadness, she'll hunt them down without a second thought.)

Laszlo:

Not that he'd do it for anyone else, but Laszlo will immediately sit down to have a conversation with you if he notices you feeling depressed. It hurts him to see you so deflated and he won't stand for it. He will offer advice and affirmations as you talk, and reassures you that you can always confide in him in future if it'll prevent you feeling this way (and, like Nadja, will kill for you if a person caused this).

The same day, he'll compose a song for you on the piano and requests that you sit beside him while he plays it to you for the first time. He'll play that song to you in future whenever you feel down as a reminder of how much he cares for you.

Nandor:

When Nandor sees that you're feeling depressed, he's very empathetic. He's been through his fair share of it, after all. His methods of helping aim more towards taking your mind off of things and making you smile. He'll take you out somewhere if you feel up to it, dance with you at home if you want to stay in (honestly I'd kill to slow dance with Nandor), and gives you plenty of physical affection.

Everything that he does, he watches your face carefully until he sees you smile and then beams at you like you're his entire world. He will not stop until he's sure that you feel loved and wanted, and on particularly bad days he will go to the lengths of making a glitter portrait for you.

[exorcqism]

ok i got one. gojo fucking y/n until her brain doesn’t practically work / until her brain goes to mush 💯💯💪🏾💪🏾

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

„𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄”

: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, light sex, praising, proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 936

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; wrote this up in class. i hope ya likeeee. reblog to support meeeee and if you want more :D

destiny’s child’s song “say my name” was playing loudly off your spotify playlist on your tv as you brushed your hair. your hair was dry after you washed it and did your hair care routine. you’d put some oil in your hair for extra moisture and continue to brush it from the ends going up to your scalp.

“heyyyy, i love this song.” you heard gojo say as he entered your room. you could hear him singing along with the song. his goofiness made you smile and it always made your day when you were upset.

you turn around to him, “i didn’t know you liked this song,” you giggle. gojo nodded, having a big goofy grin on his face.

“yeahh, i love your music taste…uh..some of it,” he chuckled. it was true, gojo loved the songs you played. whether it was some violent gang banging music or something soft like chris brown or any 80s-90s rnb songs, he was always down to test the waters of your music.

“hey, hurry up and finish your hair, i wanna cuddle.” gojo stated as he began taking off his shirt. the male was out with his best friend, geto, doing some work and fighting off any spirits they might’ve encountered during that time. you couldn’t blame him for being tired.

you finish with your hair and put a bonnet on your head so it could be protected while you relaxed with gojo in bed and turned off your music, putting on a random movie to play on netflix. you lie down beside your icy haired boyfriend and he immediately puts his arms around you, holding you tightly.

gojo starts kissing your shoulder, slightly distracting you from the movie that you were watching. you didn’t know what was happening but you were interested in the film sort of. it wasn’t long until gojo was on top of you, kissing you all over.

“i thought you said you wanted to cuddle,” you interject, making gojo stop and smirk at you. when he made that face, you knew what he was up to and you weren’t opposed to his actions so you let him continue.

sexual interaction with gojo was sort of funny because he was always making jokes with you while he was forcing his dick in your guts, which made you stop laughing at him. you had a feeling he’d do that again.

tonight was different. gojo was prepping you, sticking his face in your wetness. you could feel the tip of his nose tickling your cunt while his tongue circled your folds then plunged down into you, sucking and slurping your fluids.

you put your hand down on his head and gripped his snow white hair. your hips bucked into his face before gojo would push his hands down against your hips, forcing you to stop your movement.

your moans were motivating him to move faster. he’d lift his head only to spit on your womanhood and continue to lick you until you were clean and ready for him, just so he could ruin you all over again. once he finished with that, he’d remove his boxers and stuff his length inside you without warning, making you yelp.

gojo laughed, “did i surprise you? or did it hurt?” he asked, still having that smile on his face even though his face was covered in your fluids. he didn’t even bother wiping it off. he liked the feeling of your mess coating his skin like a face mask. now he wanted to feel everything. and he wanted you to feel it too.

you shake your head, “you just didn’t give me a warning, that’s all.” you managed to get out between all of your moaning and groaning. trying your hardest to not turn into a moaning mess. but he’d do it to you anyway.

while the unknown movie played on your tv, gojo was pounding into you, showing no signs of stopping. he put his head down into the crook of your neck, kissing it. his kisses turned into bites while simultaneously sucking your skin to create a hickey.

“what’s my name, princess?” you heard gojo ask. you were so drunk off pleasure that you completely forgot what was going on. you forgot where you were. your mind completely blank. the only thing on your mind was gojo and how he was making you feel.

“gojo,” you moan. he’d pick up his speed, wanting to see his bulge through your stomach as he pounded you into the bed. you felt like your were sinking down into the mattress because of the position he was holding you in.

“sorry, i didn’t exactly hear what you said.” gojo chuckled before he let out a long and deep groan. he would continue to slam into you until he heard his name filling the room countless times.

he was fucking you dumb. you felt like a mindless zombie that only knew one word. one name. you were drooling all over yourself as your mouth hung open and your head leaning back against the headboard of your bed.

“is that all you know how to say?” gojo teased. you couldn’t even say anything to counter her statement. you were lost in another world. a place you couldn’t even comprehend.

before you knew it, you were making another mess for him. you let out a contempt sigh when the two of you finish. you felt exhausted but you felt like you wanted another round at the same time.

“okay, now we can cuddle.” gojo beamed, smiling at you, laying his head down on you.

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

⋆｡࿇ ·࣭࣪̇˖ 𖦹°༅༚

[asturniolos]

you too - matt s.

chapter 3 ; waistband

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 4

11:29am

maple syrup by the backseat lovers plays quietly throughout annie's car as we drive back to my apartment from our starbucks brunch.

i told her about my unexpected run-in with the 'matt' boy she told me about, but wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of admitting my attraction to him.

"so he asked for your number? and you seriously believe it was purely so that he could pay for your phone to be fixed?", annie taunts me. "you are so unbelievably naive sometimes, y/n."

i roll my eyes at her and turn up the volume. we're only a few minutes away from my apartment and, as much as i hate to admit it, i can't stop checking my phone hoping for a message from matt. all i can think about is him.

~

1:14pm

as much as i love winter, sometimes it gets a little too cold. like today.

the second annie dropped me home, i made myself a hot chocolate, got straight in bed, and took a nap for an hour. i woke up to a missed call, crossing my fingers that it was matt. unfortunately, it was just mr bryan asking me if i received the study material he sent me.

now, i'm in the shower attempting to get my mind off matt which, to no surprise, isn't working.

party for two by johnny orlando plays loudly throughout my bathroom and i sing along when the chorus begins-

and i could throw a party

without our friends,

just watch you dance,

and i won’t tell nobody

just you, me and the moon, baby

i squeeze some body wash onto my hand and start lathering myself with it while the song continues. after about a minute i step under the water, closing my eyes and feeling the soap running off my body. my hands slowly trail down my waist, stopping at my hips as the thought of matt slips into my mind. a smile spreads across my face and my eyes remain closed underneath the warm water. i take my hands off of my waist and bring them up to my chest, lightly touching my boobs with the thought of matt still flooding my mind. my fingers make their way down my stomach, hesitating just inches above my pussy. i pull them away, quickly taking a small step back out of the water and opening my eyes.

god. what am i doing? i met this guy just a few hours ago and i'm already imagining him touching me in the shower.

i reach for the tap and turn it all the way off, causing the water to come to a sudden stop. stepping out of the shower, i glance at my reflection in the mirror but can only make out a faint silhouette of myself in the fogged glass. i grab my pink towel off the rack beside me and wrap it tightly around my wet body. my hand reaches for the door handle but i pause when my music stops suddenly. the bathroom falls silent except for the faint drips of water coming from the shower head, followed by a faint ringing coming from my bedroom.

matt?

i swing open the bathroom door and quickly walk to my room to see my phone laying face down on my dresser. taking a deep breath, i walk over and pick the phone up.

unknown number.

i clear my throat and hover my thumb over the answer button for a moment before pressing it.

"hello?"

"hey, is this y/n? it's matt."

his voice sounds even hotter over the phone.

"yeah, hi matt. what's up?"

"what's your address? i can come to yours in ten and give you the money to get your phone fixed if you're free."

i look to my right and see my reflection in my mirror; wet hair, no makeup, and wearing nothing but a towel. there's no way i'm letting matt come to my apartment while i look like this.

i think for a moment before replying,

"can you just venmo me? i'm kinda busy right now."

"busy with..?", he questions.

"just, you know.. assignments and stuff.", i reply.

"if you don't want me to come over you could've just said that, you know."

"no i want you to come over, it's just-"

"you do?", he says, cutting me off.

i hear him let out a light chuckle.

shit.

i say nothing.

"text me your address. i'll be there in 10."

he hangs up.

fuck!

i hear the music on my speaker start playing again as i run to my wardrobe, picking out a pair of bike shorts and the first hoodie i see. then, walking back into my bathroom, i brush my dripping wet hair and twist it up into a claw clip, pulling some strands out at the front. as i spray my deodorant on underneath my hoodie, i hear a message notification ding from my phone. i sit the deodorant on the bathroom counter and rush back into my room. matt again.

*unknown number*: address?

i quickly type my address and apartment number into my phone and press send. he reads it instantly and doesn't reply.

i turn my phone off and throw it onto my bed before pulling open my makeup drawer and taking out my mascara and favourite clear gloss and applying them both.

~

matt's pov

all i can hear is the loud taps of the heavy afternoon rain pelting down on the roof of my car as i speed down the highway as fast as i can. ever since running into y/n on the way to my lecture this morning, i've been dying to know more about her. as guilty as i feel for smashing her phone, a part of me is so glad that it happened considering i'm now on my way to her apartment.

mansion by lil skies starts playing through my car's speakers and i instantly reach over, turning the volume up and leaning back further in my seat. as the song begins, i can't help but imagine y/n's hands wrapped around my dick, slowly moving up and down while i drive. i let a deep breath out, feeling myself getting horny at the thought of her making me cum. as my car comes to a stop at a red light, i take my left hand off the wheel and lightly rub my dick through my black nike sweats. i bite my lip at the feeling and tilt my head back in pleasure, closing my eyes and moaning softly to myself.

the car behind me honks loudly, causing me to focus my attention back on the road and at the now green light.

fuck, what am i doing.

i put my hand back on the wheel and keep driving.

~

after about five more minutes, i finally begin pulling into the street that y/n's apartment is on. i take my left hand off of the wheel and place it on my lap. my head quickly shoots downward when i feel my boner through my sweats.

"shit."

after putting the car in park i slightly pull down my sweats and then reach into my boxers, grabbing my dick and tucking it underneath my waistband to hide it. for a moment i consider putting the car in drive and going home to do something about it, but the thought of missing out on seeing y/n again outweighs it.

i step out of my car and nervously walk up a few flights of stairs, and before i know it i'm standing face to face with her apartment door.

a/n ; hopefully this chapter is a little more interesting than the first two- next chapter will be out tomorrow, which does have some smut !! tysm for readinggg 💌

[fictionalmenxyn]

From anonymous,

Heya! hope ur doing well and i love your work and was thinking if i can request where y\n's a small girl member of tf 141 and they knew her for having cute stuff and they react to hearing you listen to rock\metal songs (like they didnt think she would be into those genre cos she's always on cute things 😂) That's all Thank you 💖💖

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Of course I can do this for you, this is a good idea! I love this consent as in person many friends of mine don’t know I actually listen to rock/ heavy metal since my father listened to it and I grew up on the music genre! I’m also doing well thanks, hope you are ok too :)

Ghost

His reacting would definitely be shocked

Like you literally have no band shirts, posters or anything that could show your into the music genre. Your room has loads of soft toys from the team from past Christmas’ and birthdays’

So it wouldn’t make sense if you listen to rock/metal???

If you were his s/o. Feel like they way he’d find out is that he’s casually laying on your bed while your showing and he hears Metallica blasting in the bathroom with you singing the lyrics word for word as if your James 😂 (Metallica’s lead singer)

If your not s/o then it probably be something like your both on a run and feel like he doesn’t find having music on is concentrating as he focuses on his surroundings and his heart beat as he is too paranoid

So while you two were on a jog he could hear your music as you like it loud and almost deafening which is always makes Ghost confused

Once you’ve finished listening to music he’d definitely ask ‘since when did you listen to that type of music?’ You tell him how long you have been listening and he’ll ask you types of stuff like what bands you listen to or what specific genre you like

He is very interested and invested in this once he’s found out and for your next Christmas or birthday depending on which comes first he’ll definitely buy you your first band shirt

Soap

Feel like he would definitely gasp!

Like when he hears the strong strumming on the guitar or the heavy beats of the drums he’ll gasp loudly and say ‘you listen to that music?!’

He’ll like Ghost ask when you started listening to it and he’s so shocked it’s like he just found out he won a million pounds

He loves spending time with you in your room as he says it’s the comfiest room cause of the toys or fluffy blankets and yet he’s never noticed your music taste

The man’s flabbergasted that’s all I say 😂

He’s like those type of people who gasp loudly and place a hand on their heart

He honestly thought you were the type of person to listen to One Direction or k-pop (I’m not trying to hate on the bands just giving examples)

Gaz

Honestly thought it was Ghost at first but when he heard your voice singing along to each lyric he ran to your room and knocked on your door

He’d say something like ‘since when the fuck did you listen to that type of music?!’

He honestly digs it. Cause I feel like he secretly listens to a few rock bands to but not metal (there is a difference)

He’d sit in your room or in the break room and ask if you went or wanted to go to any of bands/singers concerts and you told him a few

So that night he’d look at any available concerts and book tickets

Let’s say he became your favourite team member for a long long time

Price

Feel like he wouldn’t be surprised. Also feel like he wouldn’t be shocked cause he knew you were the type of person to have many interests but wouldn’t tell people

He like a few bands like AC/DC and Black Sabbath so when you two are alone you’d definitely offer to put a vinyl on or music on your phone

Feel like he’s a bit like Ghost. He’s invested on your obsession with the music genre especially for the person most people see you as he’s definitely asking at least ten questions

Buys you a few small trinkets or a poster as he wants you to show off your cool ‘hidden’ obsession as you like to show off your fluffy blanket collection or your obsession with plushies

Loves the idea of how your such a kind and cute person but listen to the most rock and roll/ metal music ever

Alejandro

He’d probably be like Gaz with the hand on heart followed with a gasp

He’d say ‘didn’t know you were into that type of music, mi amiga (my friend). Are you a metal head?’ You nod and he’d say something like cool or since when

Definitely gets you to list the bands/singers you listen to and notes them in his head so he could get you something relevant to the band/singer

Loves how you can talk for ages about the music genre and how facilitated you are with it

Also love the fact that you have more stuffed toys in your room than you have pillows and you have a lot of pillows

Rudy

Flabbergasted. He’s like another hearing their child swear

He’s like ‘since when?!’ Then you laugh and tell him about it and when you’d tarted listening to the genre

He then gets it and likes how you are ‘diverse’ going having a load of TY toys and a hella collection of fluffy socks and being so polite yet listen to the most strong and loud rock/metal music

Actually is impressed when you can to the scratchy voice (kinda like if you were singing korn, megadeth or Metallica maybe Iron Maiden songs)

Only things he doesn’t really enjoy is standing in HMV all day as you look through cds/vinyls. You take in everything when you go and search everything (much like my dad and I’m the one standing there forever, although I do look it’s just I can’t get vinyl as he won’t let me use his vinyl player 😖)

Thanks for making a good suggestion. If anyone wants to feel free to message or ask me any requests you’d like. Don’t be shy! It just will take a it if time to do it so don’t expect it exactly that day or the next.

Hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night :D

[miss-nandini]

Hello I hope you are well! I was wondering if I could request f!reader asking Azul, Idia, and Malleus to sing with them after hearing them at the masquerade event? (separate) And what their reactions would be to the request and reader confesses to them at the end of the song? I’ll leave the song choice to you! (bonus if they end up waltzing together! I just need some fluff and cute stuff in life rn and those are my favorite characters) Thank you! 🖤

Disclaimer: Song credit goes to Arijit Singh, Antara Mitra and their whole team. Translation credit goes to "Filmy Quotes."

A/N: Hey there! Hope you are doing well. Thank you so much for requesting! I had fun writing this one. Also, I chose just one song for the three of them. I used the English translation but I will add the original version here. The song is named 'Janam Janam.' Trust me you will love the song. So, make sure you listen to it! Enjoy and have a good day/night/afternoon! 💜💜💜

HC: You ask them to sing (and dance) with you and then you confess. (F! Reader)

Feel It!

Music connects us, dosen't matter where we live in this planet. Feel the rhythm, the words. Soak it in and get lost. Close your eyes, hold each other hands and dance the night away.

Or, the headcanon where you ask them out the classic way.

In each and every birth, you walk with me. You have to promise, that you'll come and meet me here. We'll be as one life, even if our two bodies separate. Always be mine. Never say goodbye.

Azul: When you wanted to meet him, he didn't realize you were talking about this. But, he was overjoyed. He is glad that you aren't horrified by him and actually trying to spend time with him. That was enough for him to be on cloud nine. Azul closed the lounge early and told the tweels to give you guys some privacy. (You are pretty sure that ain't happening.)

He wanted you to sing and he wanted to hum along with you. He wanted to get lost, just for one day. He wanted to gaze in your eyes and admire them. Who knows, maybe he will never get the chance again... He asks for your hand with a blush. You were so close to him. His heart was beating faster. Azul closed his eyes. He wanted this to last forever...

You're my morning and you're my evening. You're my pain and you're my relaxation. my prayers only call for this request. Always be mine. Never say goodbye.

When the song ended, you leaned in closer.

"I... love you, Azul. Will you be mine?"

He pressed his lips on yours as happy tears cascaded down his cheeks.

In your arms are both my worlds. Wherever you are, my  heaven is there. The fire that is burning on both sides, may that never get extinguished. That's my wish. You're my desire. I'm your love. You're my poem. I'm your music.

Idia: Again, why did he agree to this? He already asked himself this exact same question at least a billionth time, yet the answer is always the same. He is in love with you. But, he isn't courageous enough to admit something like that. 

He lets himself get lost. For once, he completely drops his guard around you. He felt at peace.

He wasn't used to having you so close to him. He never imagined even in his wildest dreams that he will get to dance with you one day. That... he can have you in his arms without the both of you freaking out for different reasons.

"I love you, Idia."

There was a long silence and then... well... he squealed loudly and yup the answer was quite clear.

The quest that is in me, is only for you.  Like an intoxication, you get mixed in me. When it comes to my love, you give it the respect it needs. Always be mine. Never say goodbye.

Malleus: He was happy that you asked him. There was something about you that fascinated him. You occupied his mind, his heart and his soul. But, a part of him was afraid. Will you think of him as a freak if he told you that? He kept you in the dark, like he always does.

You're my morning and you're my evening. You're my pain and you're my relaxation. my prayers only call for this request. Always be mine. Never say goodbye.

He felt something. A feeling so foreign to him. Your little warm hands holding his bigger cold ones, the way you were pressed up against him. The way you looked at him... It made him feel like he was over the moon, yet, at the same time it left a feeling of dread. 

"Malleus, I love you..."

Malleus pulled you closer. His eyes became moist as he pressed his lips against yours. 

Always be mine.

Never say goodbye...

[livingformintyoongi]

Congrats on 300!!! 👏💙 Since I found your blog from the Bring on the night series I think is only appropriate to send the emoji that is song related hehe so, 💐 + yoongi ♡

Congratulations again, you deserve it! I can't wait to continue reading your work uwu

Thanks for being so sweet ^^, tbh, this is one of my favorite couples in this series, I really love their interactions and how they've been acting as a couple for so long, even if none of them assimilate yet <3. This is kind of a prequel, so to speak, the song as such describes how their relationship starts and pretty much determines the kind of interactions they would have in the future (5 years later, where SIFO begins).

That said, here's the song I have to represent this couple:

The new title track from BOTN's album, Shoot Me, echoed loudly in the venue they had rented for the listening party. There was smoke on the floor, lights of various colors were moving in patterns around the walls. There were dozens of people, each one more famous than the last, all dancing and singing along to the new song that all the critics were saying would be the new hit of the year. It probably would be, it was Yoongi's favorite song on the entire album, at least it would be until tonight, he didn't think he could ever listen to it again without banging his head against the table.

"Can I have a mimosa?" you smiled brightly, resting both arms on the bar. Your eyes roamed over each of the various liquors and spirits on the other side. You weren't an expert drinker, but the colors of the bottles combined with the party lights made them look quite bright and aesthetically pleasing. You watched as the bartender nodded slightly and went to get the stuff to make your drink. It was only until you followed him with your eyes that you noticed a head of what appeared to be black or blue. In the dark-haired man's hand was a small glass with a ball-shaped ice that took up most of the space. You assumed it was whiskey.

He lifted his head lazily, sighing as he kept his gaze fixed on his glass. He gave it a swirl and finished drinking what little he had left. You, for your part, were attentive to his every move and expression. There was something about his thin lips, pale face and catlike eyes that made you curious in a way you hadn't been in a long time.

"A mimosa for the lady," said the bartender from earlier, setting the glass down in front of you. You jumped in your chair at the fright he gave you. You took the glass and shot a glance at the man in the suit, who gave you an amused expression as he gestured towards the guy sitting next to you. You rolled your eyes, taking your drink in one gulp in an attempt to forget the heat that had appeared on your cheeks as you were caught watching the boy next to you.

Half of your drink disappeared in the first gulp, and as soon as you set it down on the bar you looked back up at him. He still seemed too engrossed in his own world to pay attention to you, and judging by his annoyed look, the place he was in mentally was not in the least bit pleasant.

"Bad day?" you asked close to his ear. The music was too loud and you didn't think he'd be able to hear you if you didn't move closer to him. Your smile faltered a little as you saw his face head on. He was so handsome.

"Excuse me?" he frowned slightly, tapping his fingernails against the clear glass of his glass. His eyes studied you from head to toe, your face didn't look familiar to him at all, but judging by how you acted with him, it seemed you were, or were you just like that with everyone?

"I asked you if you were having a bad day" you repeated, this time bringing your index finger right between his eyebrows. You laughed as you watched his eyes follow your finger in confusion. "Your face is crying out for help, you seriously look like you're hating life right now."

"Oh, well, maybe it's because I am hating it" he muttered under his breath, turning his full attention back to your face. Why were you acting like you were close? Did he sleep with you at one time and had forgotten about it? No, he didn't think that possible, you were too different from any other girl he had been with before, and he wasn't the type of guy who drank until he forgot what happened in the night.

He noticed how you picked up your glass and drank what was left in one gulp, letting out a satisfied gasp before turning back to him, "Then dance with me" you said in a cheerful tone, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up so you could lift him out of his chair.

"What? no, forget it, I don't dance" he shook his head quickly, trying to release himself from your grip in a not so rough and rude way. Yes, he may not be an extremely friendly person, but that didn't mean he would turn down your offer petulantly, at least not when he had three glasses of whiskey on him.

"Everybody dance, plus it helps to relax the body and up the amount of endorphins the body produces, and I can tell you need some of those," you said as you dragged him onto the dance floor. He might have been verbally refusing, but his body was putting up no opposition.

"You just made that up, didn't you?" he raised his eyebrows, pausing as you did. You turned around, giggling playfully at the sight of his expression. You could get used to seeing that shit-eating grin he was wearing right now.

"Totally, although that's probably true, you know, dancing is a type of exercise and exercise releases endorphins" you nodded firmly, taking his hands to rest them on your waist; you, for your part, rested yours on his shoulders.

Yoongi took the time to look at every feature of your face, from your big, bright eyes to the freckles on your cheeks, you were not his type at all, moreover, he preferred a girl with slanted eyes and thin lips a thousand times over someone with a puppy face. However, there was something about your cheerful gaze and bright smile that made him rethink his tastes. You had an interest in him, that much was obvious, perhaps, if you asked him to go somewhere more… private, he'd probably fuck you until your memory was fuzzy and your legs were shaky.

But you weren't asking him that, instead, you were trying to convince him to dance with you to release endorphins. This was the strangest conversation he'd had with a girl in years.

"So, what's got you like this? I mean, you look awfully attractive with your 'I hate everyone' look, but there must be a reason behind it, right?" you cocked your head to the side, watching his expression closely.

"Does that matter?" he laughed softly, settling his hands on your lower back as he pulled his body even closer to yours. "I doubt you came over to talk to me just to find out what's got me in a bad mood."

"Sure I did…sort of" you laughed softly, tangling your fingers in his hair. Now that there was a little more lighting in the place, you could tell that actually the color of her hair was navy blue. It suited him quite well.

"So you didn't talk to me just because you wanted us to fuck?" he whispered against your neck, brushing your hair with his nose. A shit-eating grin appeared on his face as he noticed the way you trembled slightly at that suggestive little act.

"The thought crossed my mind, I'd be lying if I said otherwise" you pulled away just enough to see his face, smiling defiantly at him, "but the mood needed to be warmed up, and you definitely weren't cooperating with your unfriendly face."

Yoongi licked his lips, grabbing your wrist and turning around, ready to take you to one of the bathrooms that were on the premises so he could do his thing, "Well, I'm in a better mood now, why not-?" he cut off his sentence as soon as he felt you pull him hard, almost causing him to fall to the floor.

"Oh, no, don't even think about it" you laughed, hugging his waist with a big smile on your face, "right now I want to dance."

"But-".

"Nope, shut that pretty mouth of yours, honey" you pressed your finger to his lips, raising your eyebrows, "let's dance until our feet hurt, then you'll take me for a drink at the bar and, only after that, you'll take me to your car so we can fuck, because no way am I doing it in a bathroom, I don't want to get infections."

An incredulous laugh escaped Yoongi's lips. Normally he wouldn't listen to something like that, he probably wouldn't even have let himself be dragged to the dnace floor in the first place, let alone buy a drink for someone he would only have a wild night with which he would most likely forget the next day, but how could he say no to you when you were smiling at him like that? How could he when your eyes were looking at him with the glare of the lights reflected in them?

"Do you want to release enough endorphin before we have sex?" he said in a teasing tone, smiling involuntarily as he watched your expression get even brighter, if that was even possible.

"Totally, I think we're starting to get along…"

"Yoongi" he replied almost instantly, waiting for you to tell him your name in return.

"Y/N" you took his hand, shaking it firmly, "it's a pleasure, Yoongi."

"Same here, Y/N" he replied with a smile, keeping his grip just as firm as yours.

He tried to completely ignore that it was the first time in his entire life that he was telling his real name to one of his one-night stands.

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Unfortunately, my grandma is the only person irl who shares my love of the Beatles, so we had a movie night and watched a Hard Day's Night and it was a blast! Here are some of my thoughts and comments on the film and some of my favorite parts/quotes (sorry if it's out of order):

• the opening is obviously iconic, I love how George and Ringo fall and almost get fucking trampled and we aren't even a minute in yet

• also the way John just laughs at them took me tf out, I love it

• "he's very c l e a n"

• Paul's grandfather was fucking helarious

• my grandma was singing all of the songs so loudly that I couldn't hear any of them 💀

• "Tell me, how did you find America?" "Turn left to Greenland"

• "What do you call that hairstyle you are wearing?" "Arthur"

• the entire part where George is mistaken for a teen model had me cackling

• "do not breathe on me, Adrian"

• "grotty" should be used more

• I love how the manager was basically just like a babysitter trying to take care of four out of control children

• I did not appreciate the Ringo's nose slander, his nose is beautiful

• Ringo's wack ass dancing was so amusing to me

• "Do I snore, John?" "Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son."

• John randomly oinking like a pig caught me off guard tbh

• Ringo being protective of his drums is literally me with my guitar

• "Put yer tongue away, it looks disgustin hangin out, all pink and naked."

• all of the songs were bangers, ofc

• all of the John in the bath scenes give me pure serotonin, I love his goofy ass

• me and my grandma sang a duet of And I Love Her when it came on and it was so fun and sweet

• I'm so sad that they didn't add "You Can't Do That" into the film since it's my favorite song on the album

• since I watched Nowhere Boy directly before this and almost cried, this line tore out my heart

• the scenes of Ringo with the kid were so random but also so wholesome

• the whole mistaken identity scene with John and the lady had me laughing and blushing, oh my God

• since my grandma is a George girl, she was simping hardcore during his song, it was so cute

• she literally yelled "I've got dibs on George!"

• my grandma also doesn't laugh when she thinks stuff is funny for some reason, so it was basically just me cackling in the otherwise silent living room the whole time

• she kept looking over to me throughout the film and finally said, "man, you're all over John the whole movie, huh?" 😭

• please, she can't talk, this women literally ran up to the TV and touched George's face 🤣

• okay, I know I'm going to sound delusional as fuck but just hear me out-

During this exact particular scene:

I swear to God, for a second I thought I could smell John through the screen. So, the whole room just smelled like nothing basically, but when the camera was on John straight ahead in this scene after he's talking to the lady in the hall, my senses just exploded basically. I suddenly smelled strong tobacco and cigarette smoke, along with a clean sweet smell and citrus. It's like when someone walks by you with a lot of cologne or something and you are hit by it? It was like that with the sudden angle change when it went to this shot of John. It was the weirdest shit. I know it sounds dramatic and like I'm making it up, but weirdly enough it's happened to both me and another family member a few times with other movies, but idk why lol. Then when John went up the stairs it faded away and didn't come back. No one smokes in their house either and there was no smell like any of that in the room before, so it was really weird but also oddly comforting. Anyways, I'm probably just going insaine.

[spinningalbinoturtle]

LOTR Music Headcanons

Every time I see a TikTok edit of LotR I think of this

Sam: Sam is a Swiftie all the way, waited five hours to get in line for Eras Tour tickets. His favorite album is Fearless closely followed by Folklore. He also likes bluegrass music but is not ashamed of his Taylor opinions. Before the quest he tried to hide it from his dad, but afterwards shamelessly plays it all the time.

Frodo: Frodo definitely went through an emo music phase as a teenager MCR, Death Cab for Cutie you know the works. He also secretly loves ABBA and other disco music and eighties stuff like Kate Bush and Pet Shop Boys and Madonna. Was not initially a Swiftie but Sam got him into it and his favorite album is Speak Now.

Merry: Merry likes old folk music from the sixties (Bob Dylan, Joan Baez etc). Of course being the massive stoner that he is, he also loves reggae and has been accused of cultural appropriation by Frodo every time he mentions wanting to grow dreadlocks. He definitely has the massive Bob Marley weed poster on his wall. He also can jam out to heavy metal any time.

Pippin: Pippin has the most bubblegum pop taste and mostly listens to top 40 but if you asked him who is favorite artist is he would say with a hundred percent confidence Weird Al

Gandalf: Gandalf mostly listens to podcasts but he surprisingly likes rap music a lot and also classic jazz

Aragorn: Aragorn doesn’t listen to music unless its live, he has no idea what headphones are and if he did he wouldn’t use them because they prevent him from being vigilant.

Boromir: Boromir likes military marches and things sung by the bards of Gondor. He also loves country music and will only play the country station. Despite their different tastes Merry and Pippin will loudly sing along with him in the car to the top country hits

Gimli: Gimli of course loves hard rock (get it?) but he also loves anything with a bagpipe. He likes music that mixes genres and has good percussion.

Legolas: Legolas is also a pop girly but pretends to be interested in only classical music to be a snob but he once got kicked out of a Charlie XCX concert for trying to sneak back stage. He and Gimli have no overlap in music taste which drives Aragorn crazy when in the car with them because they continuously fight over the aux.

Eowyn: Eowyn of course loves feminist punk music. She also likes dark female country music and southern murder ballads sung by women. Currently she is on an Ethel Cain kick.

Arwen: Like Aragorn she prefers listening to live music, mostly like relaxing stuff like the shit you hear in yoga class. She likes chill pop.

Faramir: Faramir likes emo music and indie rock and discusses these in depth with Frodo. He also likes world music and loves salsa and takes Eowyn on salsa dates every month.

Bilbo: Bilbo of course loves old Elvish ballads and his own compositions he doesn’t really listen to anything he isn’t singing or someone he is likes is singing.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

I think I've put this in something before but its been a minute so, imma ask for hcs anyways

During the summer riddle is on a family cruise and is getting really tired of his mom's bs, so he's sneakily texting his bf GC all the drama

When riddles mom leave to go to the bathroom, eel Fliyd grabs riddles sleeve and pulls him into the water (he uses magic so riddle doesn't drown or anything lol)

And they swim to a beach nearby where a handful of the other bois are waiting to spend a summer break with riddle while riddles mom panics that her sun is missing

Hcs?

OKAY I love this prompt! It's so cute and PERFECT for Riddle and I made a playlist for this idea!

And I'll add onto the songs for certain ships lol!

Riddle, as mentioned, was very board out of his mind with his mother's "very important business cruise" he was forced to attend thanks to a little thing called "reputation".

Upset and tired, he fished into his jean pockets and found his cellphone and began to text to a specific contact of "Eel Breath" about the party

Curious after a few minutes he puts his phone away and watched as his mother left the dock area, leaving him alone to the sea air

Then a strange splashing sound grabs his attention

Before he could possibly process the sound he felt a pair of strong hands grab him and the cold water wrapped around his form.

Grey eyes snap open at the feeling of cold soft lips on his to see Floyd clinging to him under the ocean waves in her merform. As the merman pulls away, the dorm head was shocked to find himself breathing fine under the ocean and a small bitter flavor on his tongue.

The two swam fast across the ocean waves, Riddle stuck in awe of the view and feeling around him and the feeling of Floyd's scales across his hands

After a few minutes they made it to a island a bit far from the cruise's way and many shadows on the shore helping them up

The sun was perfect for this plan as the gang spent a whole

I'm talking plenty of fun under the sun beams even Idia and Rollo enjoyed, lots of refreshing drinks and treats to cool off to, cute romantic stuff perfect for social media and private

At one point while Riddle swam back first across the ocean in his little colorful strawberry printed swim floaty he felt the urge to look down. Once he did he was too late to catch on on Floyd swimming from under him and grabbing onto him while squeezing into the floating with him

The two laugh until they realize they're both now stuck

Idia got all creamed up from sun screen and prepped Lilia and Riddle happily with it

Rook, Floyd, Jade, Leona, Jack, and Lilia happily caught some fish and crabs for the lovers

After some hours of the beach the group head to the cars and Leona started to drive car one while Rook drove car two, both having a phone/tablet on a video call to keep to update of the rest of them as they drive

The ride was calming on Riddle's part, eyes on the window happily listening to the voices of those so important to him.

Then-

"Oh hold up I love this song!" Shouted Cater from behind Riddle's seat

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand cue Cater starting to sing along to the song on the radio, with Neige and Kalim and Lilia joining in first, then Vil and surprising the most Riddle. Then everyone besides Trey and Rollo and Leona and Jack singing along loudly at the song, some goofy others really trying, Idia didn't join in either but recorded with Azul also quiet and laughing with a silent Jade

Riddle singing to a beach hair brush was the highlight

The first stop of the after-beach fun vacation was the Shaftlands and they did in fact spent the first half of the drop by window shopping and Kalim, Leona, Malleus, and Vil spoiling Riddle and everyone else with items

Then hunger hits them all rather hard. They were ignoring it until hearing Riddle's stomach growl

They went on some voting back and forths with dietary stuff for Vil, Rollo, Jack, and certain food restriction for Jamil and Kalim, and just straight different taste in foods until Riddle sighed, "How about we find three places, different, three groups will go to the three and we come back and eat together?"

So they did just that and met at the city's center happily with verities of food of fast food to sweets to healthy stuff and even gourmet after Malleus convinced Rollo to order a fucking spaghettis set instead of a single croissant and he paid for it

As the gang chilled by the fountain and ate their meals, more cute couple happened from selfies and snuggles and shared drinks

Ace, Riddle, Idia, and Neige shared a strawberry milkshake and all the rest were just melting in love

Kalim dipped his fries in Riddle's shake and did that couple thing of feeding the other by handing it with his teeth

This

Also this happened between Chenya and Neige-

Lots of brave kisses of Riddle happened this moment with him crashing his lips onto Deuce clumsily, sneaking kisses on Jade's temple and Azul's knuckles, and of course some goofy romantic shit happened

The gang chilled at town more after eating with Cater, Neige, and Vil posting on their socials and some booze swapped across everyone thanks to Arie's daddy's card ;)

The cars were left alone during the night and Riddle, again being brave, thanked Floyd for picking him up in the back seat while everyone's busy having fun to notice the two were missing

Riddle sung this while hangout out at a beach bonfire made by everyone as the night drove to the end

Lots of cuddles and kisses swapped as he laid on the sand and towels of the well prepared Trey

The next morning they all went to Epel's family's home and pluck some apples and drank some iced tea and had apple pie and vanilla ice cream and relax

Next stop was Flur City and they also chilled and met up with Giles and Amyir who caught up on cuddles and love for the red head

They knew well Riddle's mum was going to take serious action looking for him so they bid goodbye while Riddle called his mum and said he got home safely.

But Chenya stayed until Riddle fell asleep safe and snuck out on his own

The gang, before arriving to their own vacations and schedules, sent Riddle a bunch of sweets and get well items before they left and video called him every night before the final week of break ended and Riddle was eager to hurry back to Night Raven Collage

[lil-melody-moon]

Breakfast with a Rockstar

For @jimmysdragonsuit13 - fic with Joe Elliott

Tiny summary: You wake up to an empty bed, Joe is nowhere to be found, but you can hear singing coming form downstairs

The last night was wonderful. Joe was back home, you two had a very heated night, the sleep coming to you once you've found yourself in his arms. You turned on your side, curling into what was suppose to be your husband laying next to you, but instead, you just hugged a pillow and buried your face in it. It was the one Joe slept on, so you were fooled by the smell for a bit. Then it occurred to you that it was too fluffy to be Joe.

You've opened your sleepy eyes, meeting with the pillow. You yawned, burying your face in it again, Gosh were you sleepy. You didn't regret a thing though, maybe only the fact that you woke up alone in bed. "Where is Joe?" you mumbled, too lazy to get up. Laying in the silence, you heard something. It was a faint sound of music coming from downstairs. You've listened it closely, something telling you it was one of Def Leppard's albums playing. You couldn't figure it out correctly with the bedroom door closed, so whining that you had to get up, you eventually did. You stretched your back, almost falling off your balance, stumbling on your feet.

You've made your way to the door, opening it, now hearing the song clearly. It was Def Leppard playing, "Hysteria" on top of that. You smiled at the choice of your husband, as if he didn't have enough of singing their songs on tours. Well, you couldn't blame him, he was a silly goose that you've loved with your whole heart.

Humming along you walked downstairs, letting the rhythm guide your steps, making your way slowly to the kitchen. You were about to greet Joe with your usual "Morning, sweetie!" but you decided against it once you saw what was happening.

It was crammed, almost as if Joe was making a breakfast for twenty people, not two. Music was blasting, he was dancing in the kitchen, tomato in his hand, messy sandwiches on the counter. Okay, you had to admit, he was trying, but you still wondered why he needed so much stuff for what seemed… Like a few sandwiches, eggs and some beacon. You kept shut, as the real show began when Joe's voice in the song started singing again.

Joe was holding a teaspoon in his hand after he placed the tomato on the counter, tea still being prepared and as you thought he will finish making it, you almost burst out laughing, seeing Joe use the teaspoon like a microphone, lip syncing the song, dancing and moving along, doing the usual faces he did when he was singing for real. Once he bent himself back, exposing the apron he wore, you burst out laughing so loudly, that you startled him and made him fall to the floor.

"Laura?" he called to you, while you were pissing yourself. Soon enough you landed on the floor, laughing your ass off. "How-?"

He couldn't ask the question, your laugh was this loud. Joe started laughing himself, figuring that he had to look stupid, but seeing you this happy was a sight he secretly lived for. He lowered the volume, made his way to you, just to make another stupid face when you looked at him. Another burst of laughter, your weak "JOE!" heard in your house. Joe waited for you to calm down, just to help you get up on your feet, helping you with wiping the tears away.

"You okay there?" he asked, once you were somehow able to speak, after coughing and clearing your throat.

"God, yes" you answered, still giggling.

"How long were you standing there?" he asked, totally forgetting about the tea.

"Long enough to see your kitchen performance" you said, starting to laugh again. There was no helping you, you curled, trying to make the move just like he, before you lost it again, running out of breath. Joe laughed with you, actually adding:

"I can make such performances everyday for you." You've looked at him, fresh tears in your eyes and that sweet smile of yours on your face.

"Don't, you'll kill me" you said, although you wouldn't mind such a sight each morning.

"I think I will" Joe stated, finally recalling the tea. "If I have to hear your laughter, I can sacrifice your life."

That was a joke which caused him to receive a playful punch from you, before you headed to the chair in the kitchen, waiting for your husband to finish the breakfast. Needless to say, even if you've enjoyed the breakfast he made, you knew that cleaning all the dishes will be a chore.

"Why did you use so much stuff?" you've asked, out of curiosity.

"I was trying to figure out which ones you were using" Joe explained, which made you giggle. You already had a plan and that was to make small notes describing which dish was for what.

[tdinyomomma]

TDWT- Cody X Reader (Chapter Three) Walk Like An Egyptian Pt. 2

If you haven’t read: two

“Let’s take a few moments to review some of the features of our aircraft.” Chris announces, the next clip showing back to when a piece fell off the plane outside and a raccoon falling out with it. “Safety is our number-one priority. So please remain seated with your seat belts fastened at all times.” 

Showing off Owen knocked out, straps holding onto him to sit up right. 

“The plane has one exit, located here.” Another old clip of Chris throwing Ezekial out of the exit door to the plane, after that is the team mates running for their lives. “

As we explore exotic destinations, take time to familiarize yourself with the local architecture. The world is our playground.” It’s a bunch of clips of the teens getting hurt in the last episode.

 “But remember- refusal to sing will lead to immediate disqualification. When dividing into teams, be sure to give your crew a catchy handle. Upon arrival at our final destination, one lucky competitor will receive a parting gift to remember: 1 Million dollars!” It shows the kids passports and a big ole hunk of cash before going back to Chris with his hands behind his back. 

“So stow that carry-on baggage and lock those tray tables in the upright position. We’re taking off for one crazy ride, right here, right now, on Total… Drama… World Toouurr!”

Of course we’re back behind the starting line in the middle of a hot ass desert. Have I mentioned that I need a new agent? If not… I need a new one. 

“Ooh, look! Team colors!” Izzy awes in admiration at something so simple. 

“Why the heck is our mat yellow?” Harold speaks up, disgusted. “We’re no cowards!” He raises a fist into the air. 

“Relax, sugar. The mat’s gold ‘cause team victory is in first place!” Leshawna points out. “Not for long.” I whisper, glancing down at their stick. 

“I can’t believe Duncan got disqualified just ‘cause he won’t sing.” Gwen exclaims, obviously hurt that, that punk loser decided to take his losses. 

“Maybe he can’t sing.” Heather quips. “Oh, he can do anything he sets his mind to. And now he’s stuck on the plane, waiting for a ride home. Poor thing. He must be miserable.” Courtney cuts off the mean girl and I raise a brow. 

“It’s his fault if he is so miserable, even seems like a player since you two are so upset about him leaving.” Was what I wanted to say outloud but this is about gaining their trust. I couldn’t say that. 

“It’s a shame he quit, but hey, you won’t focus on a boy being here or not if you’re winning.” I grin, nudging the two girls earning small smiles in return along with them blushing. 

“You’re right, Amazing super star, [Name] [Last Name].” Courtney sighs in a dream-like state and I snicker, glancing over to see Heather’s upset expression. 

“Duncan-and-Courtney fans will be devastated, but I also agree with [Name] Courtney don’t need no man” Sierra snorts, 

“But another but, I think you and Owen have a shot at becoming fave “Total Drama” couple on my fan site.” She informs Izzy. 

“Owen’s magic. When he breathes, his nose whistles the national anthem!” The crazy redhead shouts proudly. 

“Super cute! But he’s no [Name]... Or Cody!” She says as Cody and I walk past which gives me the shivers. I plug my ears to not hear another fact she weirdly knows about us two. 

“Does she weird you out too?” I question the boy next to me and his eyes widen. He stares at me for a few seconds so I repeat myself. 

“Did you not hear me or something?” I crossed my arms. “No, no! I did, I just didn’t expect you to actually talk to me.” His face turns red and I ruffle his hair. 

“Cute,” I then grabbed my hand sanitizer realizing what I just did. 

“And yes, she does extremely weird me out.” He tells me as he fixes his hair. Before I can continue on the conversation a cymbal crashes loudly. 

“Mmm. Good.” Chris stuffs his mouth with grapes. 

“Don’t know about you guys, but I am loving egypt.” He chuckles. 

“Mmm! And I’m gonna love it even more watching you enjoy your second challenge– The amazing camel race.” He declares. 

“Where are the other camels?” Harold quizzes. 

“There are no other camels. It’s a camel race. Not a camel’s race.” He fixes their thinking about the whole race ordeal. “Yes!” Heather cheers. 

“What?!” Alejandro adds in, distraught and angry. 

“We won last time, but they get a camel, they get a goat and we get a stick?!” Leshawna furrows her brows. 

“Each reward has its advantages. Trust me. You’ll be racing to the world’s most infamous waterway, the Nile.” He assures them. 

“Teams must bring their rewards all the way to the finish. You have 60 seconds to strategize.” He points, 

“Move it, people. It’s a race.” Heather hurries us as she is already on top of the camel. 

“Uh, Hello? It’s Team Amazon, not Dictatorship Amazon.” Courtney argues with the girl. 

“Great. Well, I’ll stop being bossy when you start doing things right.” Heather says, I get on the stupid camel and I’m squished in between Gwen and Izzy. 

“Whee! Yeah! I get the throat!” She then starts grunting and it sounds more like a donkey noise if anything. “I just introduced myself in camel-ese.” She mutters. 

“I bet you did.” Gwen encourages her and I shake my head trying not to scoff. “Oh, hey. Fancy meeting you here.” Cody lifts himself up in front of Gwen. 

“Go out for a slushie later?” He asks. 

“Cody. Hey. Listen, I still really appreciate you setting me up with Trent that time.” Gwen thanks the boy. “Nice, right?” He smiles a toothy smile. 

“And now that he’s gone, huh? Yeah. I’m available.” Cody tells her, I make a face knowing the girl is not interested.

 “Hear that? It’s the sound of girls all over the world running and rushing, just desperate to lock their doors.” Heather starts off nice and then completely stomps on his heart. I sighed out as the other girls laughed. 

“That was mean, he didn’t deserve that.” I snap back to her. “I’d be interested in Cody, he’s a sweet boy.” I tell Heather, it shut the other girls up real quick too. Of course I wasn’t telling the complete truth, and normally I wouldn’t have cared about anyone really. But laughing at him like that for having feelings just didn’t sit right with me. 

“A’ight! Nile’s thataway! Kind of big, blue and watery. Can’t miss it. Or I guess you can, but then you’ll die. Probably get killed by the local scarab beetles. It’s mating season and they get all killy when they’re in heat.” Chris tells us, I watch as Leshawna goes up to him. 

“I am glad there aren’t any out here. Those things are nasty!” She looks up at him. 

“I’ll tell them you said so.” Chris motions to Chef Hatchet who knocks over a big vase. It lands with a thump in the sand and shows the little beetles crawling out.

 Leshawna screams, running away causing a domino effect to all of us around. Then that stupid ding goes off. 

“Ooh! Time for a song! Think of it as a mini challenge. Music can soothe the savage mate-seeking scarabs. So make up a good song and maybe they won’t kill you. Or don’t and get disqualified, like Duncan.” He speaks up, but I’m more focused on the bugs crowding around us as the others groan except for Izzy of course. The music starts. “

No need to get crazy.” Alejandro starts off. The other guys snapped to the beat. 

"It’s lovin’ time at last.” He belts. 

“You don’t want to eat us up!” The guys sing together. 

“We’re mostly full of gas~ No!! No!” Owen shouts as the beetles start to climb up him. 

“It’s mating time for scarabs!” Courtney, Heather, Gwen and [Name] sing. 

"So what you waiting on?” Leshawna pushes two of the scarabs to each other. 

“Just ignore us humans.” Izzy holds one. 

“And make out till the break of dawn!” The teens all come together. 

“It’s lovin’ time,” Alejandro says. 

“lovin’ time, lovin’ time.” 

“Scarab mating season!” 

“It’s lovin’ time.” It shows Cody staring between Gwen and now [Name] as they sang their part.

 “Lovin’ time, lovin’ time!” 

“Scarabs, get busy now.” Alejandro seems disappointed in what he has to sing out loud. 

“It’s lovin’ time.” Harold does his own piece. 

“Lovin’ time, lovin’ time.” 

“Scarab-mating season!”

“It’s lovin’ time!” Cody sings, now starting to tip-toe away as the Scarabs are busy loving each other and finding their mate. 

“Lovin’ time. Lovin’ time.” 

“Scarab-mating season!” 

“Season, eh!” Ezekial messes up the whole tone and the Scarabs get agitated. “Whoa! No! Wait!” The bugs start crawling up him as the others run away screaming.

An air horn goes off as we get on the camel. As moments pass we’re still in the lead.

 “Come on!” Courtney smooches at the animal we’re riding. “Come on, camel! Faster!” Courtney attempts to motivate him. 

“That is not how you talk to a camel.” Heather then clears her throat. “Freakin’ move it!” She shouts. 

“Much better.” Gwen laughs. “Shh, guys! Keep it down, okay? I’m trying to tell him a fairy tale!” Izzy tells them then starts making the grunting noises again. 

“So, how’s it going back there, Cody?” Gwen changes the subject moving along from whatever crazy girl is doing. He gets whacked by the tail of the camel. 

“Ow! Great!” He chuckles trying to play it off. Thanks for- ow! Asking. As long as it doesn’t– oh! Go number three.” Cody informs her. 

“We’re gonna go win the race now. See ya!” Heather blows raspberries at the other team behind us. “Eat sand, losers!” Courtney jumps into the teasing. 

“Such witty remarks from such fiercely intelligent women. I’m both humbled and intrigued.” Alejandro responds and I roll my eyes. “Nice try, but I’m with Duncan.” Courtney turns away from the hispanic charmer. “And what a pity it is that you should give yourself to a quitter who doesn’t deserve you.” He tells her, which he’s not half wrong. “That’s not- Duncan is totally-” She scoffs. “You’re just- Will someone just hurry this Camel up?!” She orders. 

“Can you see the Nile, Izzy?” Heather asks. “No, not yet!” Izzy makes the Camel speak. 

“It’s got to be around here.” Courtney says. I just glance around not seeing anything. But then a smell emits the air and we all gag, realizing the camel just did it on Cody. 

“Ew!” Courtney yells. 

“Oh, gross!” Gwen gags. Then the camel comes to a stop. 

“Uh, guys the other team is gone. We’re all alone out here.” Gwen announces. “Does anyone know where we are?” Heather asks. 

“Planet earth, silly.” Izzy laughs.

 “We’re lost!” They all say as if it wasn’t fucking obvious. 

“No dip, guys. They probably went another direction, let's try going to the right!” I simply tell them, folding my arms now, getting super sweaty and irritated. 

“Are you sure?” Heather questions me. “All in favor of my idea, say I.” I smile up at her in a cocky way as they all quickly say I in return. 

They all still argue but I have Izzy talk to the camel to know where to go. The camel changes courses like I said to a while ago.

“Wait, what is that?” Gwen points ahead of us.

 “The finish line!” They shout. 

“Weird. I asked Ruby where we could get lemonade. But this is okay, too I guess.” Izzy explains. “Want me to tell her to hurry up?” She looks back at us. We all just blankly stare at her. “Okay.” She then does the grunting. Once we get to the water the other team is already making their boat. 

“Basket-weave a boat?! Ugh!” Heather shouts in disgust. I get down and pet the camel as a thank you for carrying us but right after I go for my hand sanitizer because you don’t know what kind of diseases animals carry. 

“Sorry you guys are so far behind. Plus our baskets are nearly done already thanks to my speed weaving.” Sierra apologizes. 

"Plus you’ve got Owen on your team. Lucky.” Izzy says. 

“But you have Cody and [Name]!” She then runs over to us and pulls us into her chest. “I wish we were on the same team, too!” Sierra hums. “Uh, I have to do something.” He pulls away and I nod in agreement following after him. 

“Aw, you guys are so cute together.” I overhear Izzy tell Sierra. 

“Maybe we could swap teams!” 

“Trade a basket case for a basket weaver? Fine. Sierra, you’re with us. Izzy, go play with the boys.” Heather calls the shots. 

“What?!” Alejandro shouts but immediately Sierra starts basket weaving for us. 

“Wow, she’s amazing.” Courtney compliments her and I would’ve too if it wasn’t for how creepy the girl is towards me. 

“Maybe you should think about listening to me a bit more this time around, hmm?” Heather suggests, which Gwen and Courtney burst into a fit of laughter. 

“It’ll take a lot more than this to earn our trust.” Gwen tells her. “A lot, a lot more.” 

“Where’s Chris? He won’t allow this.” Alejandro says. 

“Excuse me. Did somebody- Ugh” Chris comes up on a boat and Sierra pulls him into a tight hug. “Today is officially the best day of my life, so I really hope you allow us to swap.” Sierra stares up at the host. “But of course, you’ll make the best decision, ‘cause you’re the best decider ever!” She cheers for her. “And that’s why I’m going to allow it.” Chris smiles, I throw my head back in major disappointment. 

“Smiley face!” The purple haired girl squeals.

 “What was that about Chris not allowing it?” I tease the boy now standing in front of me as his head is down. Heather also sticks her tongue out at him but instead of getting upset he blows a kiss at her. She gasps, crossing her arms and looking away from him. 

“Ta-da!” Sierra shows off her work and we come running her way. 

“Team Amazon Rocks!” We uplift the girl happily. Chris says something as the other team finally makes their way to the water.

 “Cody! Let’s go!” Courtney yells as Cody struggles to get the camel onto the boat with us. 

“Come on, pal. Just get in the boat.” Then the boy says something quieter and goes behind the camel and tries to push but ends up with his face in the animal's ass. 

“Cody!” Sierra gasps.

 “Izzy, tell ruby to get in the boat!” Courtney demands. Izzy goes to do it but that Noah kid stops her. 

“Whoa! Whoa! Izzy’s on our team now, not yours. Not a word.” Noah glares at her. “Oh! Fun!”

 “Fine. We’ll do it ourselves. C’mon.” Courtney motions for us to follow her. We then try to get the camel to get moving as we pull on the rope around her neck. But she doesn’t even budge. I notice the other teams already start to get a move on. 

“This is totally unfair! If it wasn’t for that stupid swap, we’d be halfway across the Nile by now.” Heather groans.

 “We’re gonna win fair and square.” Alejandro says. 

“But to make sure you believe, talk to the camel.” He turns to Izzy. “Yeah? Okay.” Izzy starts the grunting noise and finally the animal starts trotting. We finally get moving and right as we do that stupid ding goes off once again. 

“Time for a musical reprise!” Chris shouts at us. Everyone groans.

 “Hey if you finish the song the first time, you wouldn’t be here now, Zeke. Start singing!” He calls out the homeschooled kid. “And put your backs into it.”

“Mm-mmm, crocodile amigos, what you swimming for?” Alejandro starts us off once again. 

“We don’t mean to bug you.” Courtney sings next, Gwen right after. 

“Please let us reach the shore!” Even the Camel brays out a song. 

“These crocs are gettin’ killy” Lindsay worriedly sings. 

“Just bop them on no-ose! I learned that in muskrat boys it vanquishes all foes.” Harold tells everyone. I watch as Ezekial goes to bop a croc but he fails and the croc eats the stick he had in his hand. 

“It’s rowin’ time!” Alejandro sings. 

“Vanquishing, vanquishing!” Now all of them sing. 

“Crocodile season!” “

It’s rowin’ time,” DJ adds. 

“Crocodiles! Crocodiles!” 

“Tell me I’m not sinking.” DJ asks. 

“Yeah, it’s rowin’ time!” Cody sings this time, on the camel’s hunchback bump. 

“Singing it, singing it! Crocodile season!” 

“It’s rowing time!” 

“Rowing time, rowing time!” The Amazon get ahead and makes it past the finish line. “

Till the Amazons Wi-i-i-i-in!” The Amazon team belt it out towards the end.

“Congrats, you’re alive. And as long as you all brought rewards across the finish line, there will be no elimination tonight.” Everyone cheers but I remember the Victory team lost their reward.

 “I lost the stick.” Ezekiel announces to his team. He then chuckles nervously causing Chris to actually start laughing. 

“Wow. Sucks to be you.”

We get to go to the wonderful first class area. We all sit down and Courtney comes up to me. “Hey!” She grins at me and I do a small wave along with a smile. 

“What’s up?” I ask. “Could I sit with you?” She seems hopeful. 

“Oh, of course!” I had to think about it at first but realizing to earn her trust I have to be nice. I go back to cleaning my area up a little bit. I feel her staring and I start to smirk. 

“You wanna fangirl a little bit?” I messed with her and she went to deny it but then blushed. 

“I’m sorry I just really love your work in the movies you play in.” She admits. 

“Don’t be sorry I love fans or just people who enjoy my work, we can talk all about it.”

“Call me whatever you want, at the end of the day my career comes with that stuff. I'm used to fangirls and fan meetings and I love everyone who appreciates me.” [Name] smiles sweetly at the camera.

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An Unexpected Guest (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: A Bergen wedding is interrupted by the arrival of a newcomer

A/N: Yes, this is my take on the full opening scene of Trolls Band Together 😀

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Celebration was in full swing in Bergen Town.

Trolls – from all over Troll Kingdom – and Bergens alike were there, setting up lots of decorations and getting into a festive mood. Well, mostly festive. Cloud Guy, who was lying belly-up in a pizza box from Captain Starfunkle’s was feeling stuffed (that bachelor party was wild after all) and it wasn’t long before he sat up and vomited a bunch of rainbow glitter.

So, what was the occasion this day though? Only one that everyone had anticipated for a long time: it was the wedding of King Gristle and his soon-to-be bride and former scullery maid, Bridget! It was something that was inevitable to happen, given how much in love the two Bergens were, and in a matter of time it had happened – the king had proposed, Bridget had gladly agreed to marry, and now the big day had come! Since Trolls loved to sing, and singing in turn made the job of setting up go faster, the Trolls were happily belting out a well-known tune, their voices carrying out loudly and melodically.

“We are family!

I got all my sisters and me,

We are family!

Come on everybody and sing!”

Overseeing everything as they rode along on some fuzzy bug-like creatures were Queen Poppy and Branch - the Trolls who’d had a hand in saving the Bergens from their misery, bringing Bridget and Gristle together in the first place, helped to unite the Troll Kingdom, and were now an official couple. Down below, they could see much of their friends making preparations. Cooper, his brother Prince D, and some of the other Funk and Pop Trolls were helping the Bergens decorate the aisle that Bridget was going to walk down. Guy Diamond was fitting Tiny Diamond into a flower costume, gushing when he was finished.

“Tiny Diamond,” he said in his techno-like voice, “You make the cuuuutest little flower boy!”

Tiny Diamond on the other hand did not share his father’s enthusiasm. He frowned. “Come on, Daddy, I told you. I’m the cutest little flower MAN!” He flung the flowers from his basket up in a flourish, trying to make himself look cool.

Branch and Poppy chuckled, their focus shifting from the wedding prep to each other. The pink and blue Trolls happily high-fived each other, loving the great connection they shared, and began to sing.

“Everyone can see we're together

As we walk on by,

And we fly just like birds of a feather,

I won't tell no lie,

All of the people around us, they say, yeah, yeah,

Can they be that close?

Just let me state for the record,

We're giving love in a family dose!”

Laughing, the two Trolls descended for a brief moment.

“Everything looks gorgeous so far!” Poppy squealed, in awe of everything and how it was coming together.

Branch nodded, smiling and agreeing. “Yeah, this is gonna be pretty good.”

“I know! And, to make things even better, I brought all of my records so we can pick some stuff to play at the reception!” She demonstrated, pulling out a bunch of albums from her hair and sifting through them.

“I just can’t decide what to put on first – there’s so much good stuff!” Poppy exclaimed. “ChristTrolla Huguilera, Justin Timber and Lakes, Britney Sparkles, the Spice Trolls...” Poppy trailed off when she got to the last one in her pile, her words turning into one big squeal. “OHH! I got it!”

“What?” Branch asked.

Poppy held up an album with five multi-colored Trollings on the cover. The queen was overjoyed. “BroZone! We should totally play BroZone!”

Branch flinched. Of all things, she had a record for BroZone ?

Well, duh, they were the ‘hottest boy band of the century.’ Supposedly.

Poppy, however, completely missed the expression on Branch’s face at the mention of the band. She was already pulling out a record player and bumping the CD, the music ringing out loud and clear for all around to hear. Trolls nearby clapped and sang along to the beat as four voices perfectly harmonized from the speakers.

“Ooh, yeah,

You might been hurt, babe,

That ain't no lie,

You've seen them all come and go, oh,

I remember you told me,

That it made you believe in,

No man, no cry,

Maybe that's why,

Every little thing I do,

Never seems enough for you,

You don't want to lose it again,

But I'm not like them,

Baby, when you finally,

Get to love somebody,

Guess what?

It's gonna be me!”

Branch gave a weak laugh, trying to hide the sickening feeling that was rising from his stomach up into his throat, and addressed his girlfriend. “Poppy, you don’t want to put that on.”

Poppy gasped at him. “What! Why not?”

Branch gulped. He couldn’t tell her the real reason why. So he quickly thought of something else. “Well, because… you should go for the classics! Like this.” Before she could say anything, he whipped out another CD from his hair and bumped the record. The Cha Cha Slide began to play, and the Trolls instantly got into the rhythm of the new song. Poppy was a little confused, but didn’t pay much mind to it. Branch was right. The classics did fare well! The two Trolls grooved to the beat (Branch happy that his diversion had worked) before Branch took note of the time.

“Oh! Poppy! We’re going to be late for the royal wedding. Come on! Let’s go get married!” He grabbed her arm and tugged her along.

The Pop Queen stopped him however, gasping. “Branch!”

He paused and turned around, confused to see her wide eyes and shocked look. “What?” Then, all at once, he realized what he had said. Let’s go get married! “O-OH! I… I mean, let’s go get Bridget and King Gristle married.” He gave an awkward chuckle, his cheeks already starting to get hot at the slip-up.

Poppy breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, okay! Because that would be weird if we got married.”

Branch hurriedly agreed. “Yes, very weird. Yeah.”

They awkwardly looked away as they continued to bounce agreement off one another, Branch finalizing the point with a seemingly disgusted “bleh” which Poppy copied. By then, the awkwardness had lifted some, and they were ready to make their way over. He extended his arm out to her, which she intertwined with his and they skipped off, merrily continuing their singing with the whole village.

“We are family!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah,

I got all my sisters with me,

We are family!

Get up everybody and sing!”

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It had been an energetic preparation for the wedding, but now, things wound down as the actual ceremony began to commence.

Bergens and Trolls alike sat in the aisles as the wedding march began to play, composed by Trollzart and the Classical Trolls. Walking – or rather, sashaying – down the aisle first was the flower boy man, Tiny Diamond, flinging the petals in his basket into everyone’s faces with a very stylish flair. Next came Poppy and Branch, the maid of honor and best man respectively, who strolled up to the altar where King Gristle was already waiting with the officiator, a Bergen named Miss Maxine. And then, finally, from all the way down the aisle and making everyone’s heads turn in delight was Bridget. She looked very pretty in her white dress and veil. The Bergen elegantly came down the aisle, the Bergens gawking at the future Queen of their town. She seemed both confident and shy, the last part evident when she had finally reached the altar and blushed as Gristle glanced at her lovingly.

The Classical Trolls toned down their music a bit, still playing softly as Miss Maxine began to speak. “Dearly beloved,” she started, nearly unable to contain the excitement in her voice, “We are gathered here today to witness the joining together of two worlds. I stand here before you to proclaim that our beloved King of Bergen Town, King Gristle the Second, and his lovely bride and soon to be Queen Bridget, have opened their hearts to one another and found love.” She paused, a smile dancing across her face as Gristle reached out his hand to Bridget's and gently took them in hers. She gripped firmly as Miss Maxine continued speaking. “Today they will vow to forever cherish each other and share the blessings that come with their love. So, without further ado..." She turned to King Gristle first and asked the big question. “Do you, King Gristle the Second, take Bridget to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

King Gristle smiled softly at Bridget and gave a small nod. “I do.”

Sniffles were already heard in the audience in response. But before anyone could start bawling, Miss Maxine proceeded, addressing Bridget. “And do you, Bridget, take King Gristle the Second to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?

Tears swimming in her eyes, Bridget nodded. “I do!”

Poppy sighed blissfully, snuggling closer to Branch and swooning over the romantic moment. Branch glanced down at her, grinning, wondering for a brief second what it would be like if they had been the ones in King Gristle and Bridget’s places. He was pulled out of the thought when Miss Maxine was about to conclude.

“Then, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and - !”

“STOP THE WEDDING! ”

An unexpected voice suddenly yelled out, stopping Miss Maxine before she could finalize their marriage. Trolls and Bergens whirled their heads up towards the sound, gasping in surprise when a Troll swung down from up above, landing right in the middle of the aisle with a dramatic thud, causing many more Trolls and a few Bergens to jump in their seats in surprise. The Troll was teal colored with dark aquamarine hair. A thick snow coat was on his person, and he toted a pair of goggle-like sunglasses on his head. The crowd began to murmur. Who was this Troll? Nobody in any of the kingdoms thought that they'd ever seen him before.

Upon the altar, Poppy and Branch were just as surprised as their friends. Poppy squinted at the newcomer. He looked awfully familiar for some reason, though she couldn't place exactly when and where she'd seen him before. Branch on the other hand had the realization dawn on him much sooner than he probably would have liked. He felt himself go stiff as the Troll casually walked down the aisle and up towards the altar, greeting the confused Trolls and Bergens as he passed with "hello"s and "hey, how you doing?"s.

“Hi guys, what’s up? So sorry for the interruption, you’ve got a lovely wedding going on here, very nice event! Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s John Dory.” He waved a hand in greeting, now having made his way in front of Branch and Poppy. Branch gulped as the next words he knew were inevitably coming were spoken by the Troll. “And I am Branch’s long… lost… brother.”

His pauses in between the words gave the effect that he’d wanted. A collective gasp was heard from the audience. Jaws dropped, eyes widened, more whispers were heard.

Poppy was shell-shocked. “WHAT?” Was this for real? She took a closer look, her eyes flitting between Branch and this new Troll, and right away she could see that they kind of did look a bit similar. Their skin tones were the same, and the shape of their faces. Then, in taking that closer look, it suddenly struck her where she’d seen this Troll before.

“Waaaait a minute…” she said, snapping her fingers and smiling widely. “You’re the guy! From BroZone! ” She bounced in place, excited when he affirmed with a nod. She turned to Branch. “Oh my gosh, we were just listening to them!”

John Dory chuckled. “Well, I’m glad to see that we still have some fans, miss…?” He trailed off, extending a hand to her in greeting.

“Poppy! Queen Poppy of Pop Village!” She gladly took his hand and pumped it up and down furiously, grinning. Then she realized even more . “Wait a second… then that means…” She gasped. “The other guys, from BroZone… you’re all brothers too, right?”

John Dory once again confirmed with a “You are correct!”

Branch frowned, crossing his arms and turning himself away from JD. “But that’s all in the past,” he said icily.

Poppy squealed, addressing her boyfriend. “BRANCH! How come you never told me you had a secret brother?!”

Branch frowned, glaring at John Dory. “Correction: used to be my brother. Because the way I remember it, my brothers walked out on me, and never came back. ”

This got Tiny Diamond riled up. “ Ooooo, drama! Corn me, Dinkles!” He extended a hand out to where Biggie was standing with Mr. Dinkles. The little worm mew ed in reply, and spat out a small bag of popcorn for Tiny to catch. Tiny began to happily munch on his snack as he watched the two brothers reunite.

“Look,” John Dory said, trying to sound reasonable, “I know that things were not so hot the last time we all saw each other. But I think it’s time for that to change.” He stepped closer to the frowning Troll. “Branch, it’s time we find the rest of our brothers and get the band back together!”

Poppy gasped. “Seriously?!”

“No, not seriously,” Branch counteracted. “Because if he thinks he can come here after all these years, give some lame apology, and think we’re all going to be one big happy family again just like that, then this can’t be anything more than a joke. ” He gestured angrily. “You just ruined our friends’ wedding!”

Bridget and Gristle were standing off to the side on the altar, having watched everything unfold silently. They glanced at each other, silently communicating, and then back at the Trolls. “Well…” Bridget began. “This does sound pretty important. We don’t mind postponing the wedding until you guys get back. Right, Grizzy?”

The king nodded. “Yeah, it’s cool. We don’t mind!”

Branch gaped at them. “What? No! I’m not going with him.” He put his hands up and spoke to the audience. “Nothing to see here, guys! This is all one big misunderstanding! This… guy is going to leave right now!” He began to push John Dory away, who resisted.

“Whoa, whoa, little bro, I’m not leaving!”

“Oh, yes you are,” Branch growled, “Tell him, Poppy!”

“Tell him what? I’m not asking him to leave!” the Queen said, completely opposing her boyfriend. “We totally have to help him. They’re your brothers, too!” Poppy clasped her hands together, envisioning it all now. “We’re gonna have the best family reunion ever!” She began to shoot out album title ideas in quick succession. “BroZone 2.0! BroZone Reunion! BroZone: Here We Bro Again! BroZone: Where Did They Bro? Oh, I Don’t Know, But WE’RE GONNA FIND THEM!!”

Branch, who had tried to cut in amongst her excited rant, sighed and decided against it. He had learned that it was no use to try and get Poppy calm after she was overjoyed about something. And maybe, he thought to himself, maybe this WILL be a good thing. He blinked. Whoa… where had that thought come from? Maybe Poppy’s positivity was rubbing off on him, giving him that little hopeful thought that maybe it would be beneficial for him, John Dory, and the other brothers to reunite - perhaps not to get the band back together per say, but to at least clear the air, maybe even be on good terms again…

But then his reasonable side kicked in again. First of all, they didn’t even know where the other guys were. Second, where would they be traveling in? Third, who was going to watch Pop Village while they were gone for who knows how long? Fourth, why should he even bother giving them second chances? They sure didn’t seem to care when they all left the first time. Fifth - would this mission even be worth it?

As though the universe had heard his questions, much of them were suddenly answered.

“Don’t worry,” John Dory was saying, “I’ve got all the maps and references we need to find our bros, all on my caterbus!”

“Sweet!” Poppy exclaimed, pumping her fists in the air.

“And I don’t mind watching Pop Village for a little while,” said the former King Peppy, who was confident as he’d done it before. “With a little help, of course,” he added.

Trolls from the audience piped up, primarily delegates from the other kingdoms. Among them were Val Thundershock, Demo, and Blaze Powechord (all from Rock); Holly Darlin’ and Gust Tumbleweed (from Country); Dante Crescendo and Minuet Sonata (from Classical); Lowtone Jones and Rhythm & Blues (from Funk); and Synth and Laguna Tidepool (from Techno). “We’ll be glad to lend a hand!”

Everything seemed set thus far, but there was still one obstacle to get over.

“Come on, Branch, pleeeease? ” Poppy pleaded. “This is gonna be so awesome, I just know it!”

Branch pulled her aside, speaking in a low voice so that John Dory couldn’t hear. “You really want to do this? You trust him? Because I sure don’t.”

“Branch, of course I trust him. We gave the Bergens another chance. The whole Troll Kingdom gave each other second chances. Look at where we all are now! Why is this any different?”

Branch wanted to groan, realizing that his girlfriend had a point that she was making. Plus, she had less reason to feel so apprehensive. It wasn’t her brothers that left her in the dust, after all. She could be right in going off on this mission.

Or maybe she just wants autographs from them.

He pushed aside the pessimistic thought, and sighed, not believing what he was about to say. “Okay. Fine. We’ll go.”

Poppy beamed. “YES! YES! I KNEW YOU’D SAY YES!” She leaped at him, wrapping her arms tight around him for a hug.

The Trolls and Bergens in the audience clapped and cheered, happy for the Trolls.

John Dory laughed. “Ha, ha! I knew it, too! Bring it in, little bro!” He reached for Branch and wrapped one arm around his neck, using the other to give him a noogie.

Branch struggled free, glaring at him. “You do that again, and those sunglasses won’t have a head to be on,” he warned darkly.

Tiny Diamond in the meantime threw his popcorn in the air. “OOOOHHHH, sick!” He eagerly looked up at his father. “Can I go too, Daddy? Please?”

Guy Diamond looked a little uncertain. “I don’t know, Tiny…”

“Daddy, I told you, I’m a man. I can take care of myself, and them, too!” Tiny Diamond said, trying to defend himself.

Guy sighed and looked down at his son with a smile. “Okay. You can go. But please, just be careful.”

“I will, Daddy!” Tiny assured, giving his father a quick hug before rushing over to catch up with Branch, Poppy, and John Dory to let them know he was tagging along.

Guy looked on with a wistful smile. “My little boy is growing up!”

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A/N: I had to have them sing an NSYNC song 😁

Also, for Tiny Diamond's strut down the aisle, just picture the Flower Man meme 🤣