#so yeah fuck Michael Bublé

[saxandviolins88]

Listening to "Feeling Good" by Nina Simone(the OG) and drawing Jazzy boy, because it fits so well...

[complete-clownery]

Human SWK and Mac for the soul

Long rant about the au idea ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Actually they're for my detective au I'm not really talking about but I do have this fun little animatic idea in my head to Michael Bublé - Better be tonight, where MK and Wukong beat up a lot of people behind the scenes in the bar while Macaque distracts the audience with a performance lol haha how silly of me

But yeah the au would be Wukong is a private detective who has already retired, and MK (a young detective working for the police (dw were all about acab here, so Mk would realize how shitty the police system is and leave)) would seek him out for help with a case about some underground Mafia business

(probably something I would do with LBD and the Demon bull family but who knows), and Wukong decides to help him MK and also just teach him stuff along the way while also guiding him away from the police force

(probably something something Wukong worked as a detective in there, jttw event converted into detective cases idk, celestials as the justice system ect ect),

but they would ultimately work together on the case and would cross paths with Macaque (who needs a proper human name) Wukongs former partner (partner as in work related business but yeah they were also fucking), who will probably stab them in the back at some point in the story LBD pressure and whatnot,

but yeah on normal days Mac works a shitty job in an office, but Wukong swears up and down that Mac is up to something shady (and he is kinda right) (also side note: every individual in the office regardless of gender has had an office crush on Macaque at some point lol)

Also Wukong when he worked at the police actually got himself quite the name and so people know about him, kinda was the face of the police force at some point, and MK decides to be a detective bc of Wukong, (but that was kind of a given, even tho in the show before getting his powers MK wasn't really interested in becoming a here and this was also a key plot point in season 4 MK not wanting to do all the crazy magic shit and wanting to go back to being just a delivery boy and sometimes beating up the eventual villain of the week, but whatevs)

They're in their 40s maybe early 50s but Wukong somehow still looks 20-30 years old nobody knows how he does it, everyone else is kinda the same age in the show

They're also in America for this cuz--- this is a 90s 80s detective show just because I want it to be--- how did the characters from China end up here idk :| something something emigration or maybe the au can stay in China idk man Im making up half of this as I'm writing but it's fun I like the rotate my little aus in my brain

But yeah its just a fun little idea in my head that is going to stay just that, never manifesting into something more

[urfrenfishy]

Do You Hear Marimbas?

A New Jersey Rats Short Story - M4A - Implied Masc Presenting Listener

I do not own these characters they are all made by the wicked @escapedaudios , this is a fan fiction of said characters :)

notes: this is my first time writing on tumblr please be nice idk how to format this shit, also this takes place a month after the new orlean rats

Intern breathed in, breathed out. This is meant to be fun, it’ll be fun...right?

It had been weeks since Jean and the brothers had told them about Stacy. It had been weeks since they and the brothers planned this. They had weeks of rehearsals. Alone.

Why was this so different? Jean and the brothers the only audience members and they rented out the whole fucking building! Jean won't care if they mess up, he wasn't even aware this was happening to begin with.

God, what were they thinking?! Oh yeah, let's put Intern on a stage in some fancy clothes and they'll sing all sexy for Jean! At a rented-out jazz club! They're sure that's exactly what Jean would like as an impromptu seven-month anniversary gift. A reminder of his ex.

God, they'll probably look so pathetic. Like really? Jazz singing just because his ex was a singer? Talk about insecurity.

But...wait no- this was never a jealousy thing. At least, they never wanted it to be. Well, maybe a little- but come on, you find out your lover's ex was a sexy jazz club singer, and he settled for an accounting intern who has about the same amount of social skills as a Batman villain. You'd feel a little insecure too.

So- no, they wouldn't say this was a jealousy thing, because they knew that Jean wouldn't leave them, or at least, wouldn't leave them over Stacy. They weren't worried about Stacy. Maybe...maybe they just wanted to prove they could be as...cool as she was? Yeah. Cool. They'll try their best.

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"Aight Jean, sit right...there," Badaboom explained as he gripped Jean's shoulders.

"Guys- what's- what is going on right now? I mean, when you put a sack over my head and shoved me in the driver's seat of a car- only to make me drive. With the sack still on my head. Honestly, I don't even know how we survived the trip but- Anyway! What- what are we doing at a jazz club? And why-"

As Jean prattled on, Badabing sat him down, front row. And cut him off because Jesus Christ, Jean.

"Okay okay okay- Jean- Jeany boy, just- just chill out alright? You're gonna like this, we promise!"

The music started (a slightly pitched-up version of Michael Bublé's Sway) and Jean couldn't help but grunt a witty remark.

"You promising anything doesn't actually promise any-"

Then they walked out, he heard them even before he saw them. The click of heels against waxed tempered hardboard. As he turned his head, he felt time slow. They..He had never felt like this before. There was no way to describe it. He couldn’t believe they settled for him. 

At first, he only saw their shoes, he didn't realize they would be so close. Then their legs, god- their legs. Finally, he was able to meet their eyes, only to find they were already locked on his. They weren't wearing their glasses, could they even see him? Doesn't matter. The spotlight behind them, a halo. An angel.

Then they started to sing.

Jean wasn't even listening to the lyrics. Just them. Just their tone. Their cadence. Their eyes. God, he loved them so much.

As the first verse began, they lifted the mic off of its stand and started walking, never breaking their gaze. Jean had never seen them like this. Sure, they knew how to set a mood, and they were pretty charismatic when they wanted to be, but this. Their confidence. Even the way they walked- it was a strut, honestly.

He could feel Badabing staring at him with a shit-eating grin.

"Yeah you're definitely bi-cycleul or however you say it..."

Jean couldn't afford to look away so he just sort of.. whacked his hand around the shorter man's general vicinity to shut him up.

A music break. A moment to focus on the physical alone. And god knows there was a lot to focus on.

Where did they even get that outfit? Jean had never seen it before, did they buy it just for this? Well- yeah that would make sense they had enough money for a lifetime supply of new outfits if they wanted.

Their skin shined under the spotlight, so did their clothes, their hair. But somehow their eyes were always visible- never drowned out in beams.

And soon they were singing again.

"Other dancers may be on the floor,"

Every sway and footstep was a dance. Jean couldn't even imagine how much time they put into this.

"Dear, but my eyes will see only you,"

They stared at him, into him. They reached their hand out to him and it took everything for him not to reach back, he could even feel his hand starting to rise all on its own.

"Only you have that magic technique,"

They receded their hand, twisting the mic back onto its stand and jutting it beside them as if it were their dance partner.

"When we sway, I go weak."

Their knees bent and the mic was dipped, their eyes shut as they held the note, and their eyebrows curled upwards; they almost looked sad. It was beautiful. Jean wasn't ashamed to say he was pretty envious of the mic at that moment.

As they seamlessly transitioned from lyric to lyric, Jean was positively awed. How could they sing a line so- so...seductively? Then immediately jump to the next lyric like it didn't even happen! It was like magic. Hypnosis.

The last chorus, the last verse. Jean didn't think he would survive.

Each note just kept climbing higher, he didn't know they had a range like...like this. Sure, he had heard them singing in the shower occasionally, or in the kitchen when they thought he couldn't hear but...never like this.

They held onto the mic and reached down to Jean, their glove becoming God's hand, and Jean had become their Adam. If only Michelangelo could see humanity now.

The final note was held. Their head momentarily snapped to the left to briefly bend into the mic before it snapped back forward again. And the performance was over. Jesus. Christ.

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They did it. They actually did it. Holy shit, they- they didn't think they'd actually be able to. Knowing their luck they would have tripped on a cord or had a voice crack so bad they'd permanently lose their voice or something but, no they- they really did it!

Sure they probably strained some notes at the end there, and they were so sweaty. Those lights were so hot. They hoped it didn't show. Jean was still staring. Did he like it? He looked like he liked it, but- you can never tell can you?

They were breathing so heavily. This outfit felt so heavy. They really hoped he liked it. They just kept their eyes on him.

Clapping. Oh- The brothers were clapping. Cheering even. And Jean followed. He stood up, cupping his mouth and practically yelling in support. He was always so supportive.

Jean ran up to the edge of the stage as they walked to him. He practically jumped them as he helped them off the edge. Just as their shoes grazed the floor, Jean's arms were already around them.

"Sweetheart that was- I- I don't even have the words-"

They laughed, and he laughed with them. They were so relieved. He didn't think it was weird.

"I'm...I'm just glad you liked it," They rested their hand on his chest, his heart was pounding.

"Liked it? Of course, I liked it, you- you were...I mean- you were fucking gorgeous," His voice grew quiet as his forehead rested on theirs. They loved it when he did this. They felt so close.

They felt even closer when he kissed them. Definitely closer then.

"Alright lovebirds, cut it out, don't make us singles feel too homicidal," Badabing blurted as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I don't know, I 'tink it's sweet," His taller brother defended.

"Well, no one asked you, did they?"

Intern always was amazed how those two could turn anything into an argument. The 'lovebirds' chuckled to each other at the sight. Then they felt him tugging on their hand. They turned, he was pulling them towards the stage.

As they walked, the intern gripped his hand tightly and whispered, almost overtaken by the noise of the brothers.

"What are you doing?"

Jean smiled and turned his head to them as they both walked up the steps of the stage, "Taking us backstage."

Oh? Backstage? Alone? Well damn, they thought they performed well but not that well, but they're not complaining.

As soon as the two of them got into the wings, the intern was met with another kiss, a deeper kiss than before.

"Baby- Do- are we really gonna do this here? I mean Badabing and-"

Jean cut them off. His hands gripped their arms.

"You didn't do this because of Stacy right?"

And just like that. Mood, gone. Jean had an unparalleled ability to do that. Intern probably wasn't much better. It took them a second to respond.

"That's...a good question actually, I don't...think so?"

He stared at them, his lips pursed.

"You don't...think.. so?"

"Well- I- Okay it's not- I'm not jealous. I swear to god I'm not. I just...I don't know- I guess- I guess I just wanted to prove myself," They looked down, smiling at the stupidity of it all.

He tilted his head in confusion and inched closer.

"Prove yourself of what?"

"To prove to myself that I'm worthy of you?"

Jean sighed, managing a sad smile. His hands slid from their arms to their back, pulling them towards him. A hug. He breathed in the scent of their hair and they breathed in the scent of his shirt.

"You don't have to prove anything, honey, you've already got me," Jean comforted while he rubbed their back.

"I know," They dug their fingers into his shirt, the fabric felt cool compared to how high their body temperature was.

He slid his hands down and hugged their waist and began to shift his weight back and forth. Soon, so did they. Swaying.

Jean kissed the top of their head.

"I love you so much."

They smiled into the crook of his neck, he felt it.

"I love you too." 

[moonspirit]

i had a lot of fun making the previous music hcs so here’s some more for other characters. (i really tried to pick popular songs or songs that have trended at one point but um.. maybe i didn’t?)

eren- last resort, papa roach.

OH GODDDDD HES EVEN WORSE THAN ARMIN PLEASE DONT GIVE HIM THE AUX.. he genuinely thinks listening to that god awful song makes him cool, he’s all like “heh.. 😈 that? it’s just my go go juice.. 😏” when someone catches him listening to it. like no. GET OUT. AND TAKE THAT SONG WITH U.

mikasa- twilight, bôa.

i personally think she would be a swiftie, however i’m not one myself so i can’t really say much about that. i think she would LOVVEEE this song, it’s my favourite bôa song. GOD I LOVE BÔA!!! they also made duvet so she might also like that. also imo she’d be a twilight fan (the movies/books) so yknow.. name is fitting. she’d probably listen to it while placing a curse on someone or summoning bahpomet or something.

sasha- just a waste, pinkpantherress.

now there were a few songs by pinkpatheress i could’ve picked for sasha but i decided to go with my personal favourite, if u haven’t heard it then u can thank me when u do. (it’s unreleased but it is on spotify as an episode)

she wouldn’t even notice if the song started playing because she’s so preoccupied with her food but if someone mentioned the song she’d be like “omgg!! yes i love that song!!” 

ymir- carmen, lana del rey.

i LOVVEEE lana del rey she’s my favourite person ever, id sell my friends and family for a cup of her bath water. sorry i get weird with her 😭 anyway!! call me biased but i hc ymir as a lana del rey fan. she’d also like A&W by lana. she probably listens to her mostly while drunk, she’d be yelling (yelling. not singing. yelling.) the lyrics. she’d be so loud u can’t even hear the song anymore.

floch- closer, nine inch nails. 

i love NIN, especially that song. and so would floch! not for the right reasons tho.. if a pretty girl walks past him he’d play the “i wanna fuck u like an animal” part and mouth the lyrics. he learned from his mistakes after his second visit to the police station. he doesn’t learn enough tho because he constantly corners girls and says “hey girl.. u wanna the song closer a reality? heh.. together..? 😏” yeah he probably has an STD he was gonna pass onto those poor girls. (good thing they have enough sense to say no)

hange- 19-2000, gorillaz.

idk i think she’d like whimsical and strange songs like that. i tried to pick a more mainstream one in the hopes that u know it.. time will tell. if we’re being honest she would listen to “unidentified creature eats u alive asmr (u enjoy it, 18+)” or something like that instead of music in her free time (no it doesn’t exist.. or at least i hope so)

marco- mr.loverman, ricky montgomery.

isn’t he just the sweetest. i don’t care for marco he’s just there but for some reason i have the urge to hc him as a barb.. his fav nicki song is def super freaky girl.. idk why. anyway back to mr.loverman!!!! he would also like line without a hook by ricky (it’s that one “she’s a she’s a lady” song) he’s like one of 5 ricky montgomery fans. 

miche- hey sexy lady, shaggy.

i love miche he’s so underrated, we didn’t get to see a lot of him so i don’t have much to base his music taste off of. but this is what i decided on.. yeah it was 100% based on his looks. i would’ve liked to give him a spanish song cuz i hc him as having a bit of latino in him but i think hey sexy lady is spanish enough for him. maybe he’d like gasolina by daddy yankee. (okay you HAVE to know gasolina i’d be so surprised if u didn’t)

hitch- partition, beyoncé.

oh god do NOT play this song while she’s within earshot.. she WILL do a strip show and start pole dancing and she WILL expect to be applauded for at least a solid 3 minutes after her performance. don’t blame her tho it’s a rlly good song. i think she’d also like donk by beyoncé. 

erwin- sway, michael bublé.

he’s the one who introduced elvis to levi but i think sway would be his favourite. he doesn’t have a lot of time to listen to music so when he can he pours himself a nice bottle of wine usually reserved for the military police, locks himself in his office, and (very fittingly might i say) sways to this song. he usually ends up spilling his wine but he has too much fun to complain.

this is a lot of people but i got carried away 🙏 anyway PLEASE PLEASE tell me what songs u didn’t know i can’t function i keep wondering about something!

Okay, I've kept you hanging for like, AGES now, I'm sorry 💀

But man! Listening to all these and giggling at the mental image of these silly idiots being lovably pathetic was a fucking fire tonic for a sickness xD

Eren DOES seem the type to listen to... fucking, Papa roach lmao. It makes him look edgy and emo and cool and on the verge of all those "feelings" he's always saying nobody else understands. The only person who thinks he's cool is himself and everybody else is just tired of his shit taste in music. He'll have to marry a Mama Roach if he wants to keep listening to that, because no-one else is taking him lmao.

On that note, Floch too follows in Eren's noble and brave footsteps by listening to... yeah. He's never seen a condom in his life and now that he has, he doesn't want to see it again and runs like it's some trap laid by the Good People against a "hot satan" like himself. According to him this is the best pick up song and best bedroom song and best aftercare song and doesn't understand why people run from him.

Mikasa and Sasha omg! Mikasa wandering through dark foggy forests with her amulets and summoning spells to the tune of this song before conjuring the most terrifying creature imaginable and calling it "a good boy" seems very fitting. But sasha! Omg Sasha, I can just picture her playing this song while pottering around her kitchen making a burger or a sandwich, singing along and shaking her butt to the beat haha xD So cute ajsgsgjw.

Ymir being a Lana Del Ray girl surprised me tbh! I had this thought that she's more of a Cigarettes After Sex type of person but... Well, maybe the two intersect at some point xD I also like thinking she likes listening to songs that often sound cynical and critical of the world - idk why, don't ask me to explain xD

Hitch would like stripper vibe songs. They make her feel like she's in her game in tip top shape! But I also like to think she'd enjoy some lo-fi city pop music for late night drives either solo or with friends. Somehow the mental picture of her in technicolour sunglasses driving through a cyberpunk city is very appealing to me 💀 sorry

Hanges taste sent me flying to MARS OMFG xD She would!! She wooouuuuld! Love! Strange songs!!!! Especially kreature songs!!!! And alien fetish(?) ASMR that would make any ordinary person hurl their earpieces at the wall, but not Hange. Not Hange, because the weirder and more surreal it is, the harder she loves it! Listen listen I think she would be the first one to appreciate movies like Shape of Water and related themes!

Oh she also likes those "10 hours of precambrian era sounds" and "20 hours of Jurassic era nature sounds" etc.

Marco wholesome. He likes songs that blast you with a big wave of good vibes. Also he's biiiiiig on the nostalgia. The older a song is, the more he enjoys it, especially If he has personal memories attached to it! I also see him as the type to really dig those "Most Wondrous Music" playlists on youtube even leaving encouraging comments below and engaging in YouTube comment poetry (it's me I was part of that community of people 🙃).

Erwin and Mike tho. The big people of the bunch. Their tastes are fitting. I hc Erwin as a bit of a classical music man too, but as far as they both go, at some point they discover that the youngsters are very fond of a particular song, and they too become fans of it.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Inkubus x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Baby, Sweetheart, It’s Cold Outside

Plot: Merry Christmas everyone! ^^ I hope you all will remember not to let the holiday season stress you out too much, though I know its hard, and know you will not have failed anything if you become overwhelmed- its a hard time!! Just make sure to enjoy the little things, like leftovers and Christmas lights ^^

Anyway, this is based off my favourite guilty pleasure Christmas song (The title ^^), with Inkubus because he’s perfect for it ^^

Don't we all wanna relinquish family obligations during the holiday season in favour of spending time with a hot supernatural creature? What? Just a little bit??? Haha 😅

Warnings: Mild sexual references.

“Hm… “To be totally fair- you are happy here. Perfectly content in fact, perched on this lovely couch inside Inkubus hotel room with a hot chocolate with marshmallows and a view of the snow falling down gently out the window. There’s even a wood burning fire crackling in the fireplace and a faint scent of cinnamon about the room!... But you can’t stay. You only managed to slip away from the 48-hour long Christmas weekend extravaganza, a lovely but insane time stuck under a roof with your entire family, to give Inkubus his gift! Then you told your mother that you would be back at her place to help her set up for Christmas dinner. Her place… where the hot chocolate is running out and mostly just for the kids, the couch is always taken and the surfaces are sticky. The thought makes you groan, inwardly, as you look around at the lovely hotel room that Inkubus gets to spend Christmas evening in… But you gather your wits and take a deep breath anyway, swallowing down the last dregs of your delicious drink and setting it on the coffee table in front of you. “Well I should I should go, now.”

Inkubus doesn’t move, but there’s definitely a flicker of mischief in his eyes that slightly concerns you. “… Really?”

“It’s been really nice, here- and thank you for the cocoa- but yeah, I gotta head off.” Throwing a thumb over your shoulder, you get up and stretch, before reaching down and grabbing your bag. He still doesn’t get up, which is odd, but you don’t really question it as you head for the door.

“Oh but darling… “Finally he gets up, and almost silently appears swiftly right behind you as you open the door a crack- and jesus fuck its cold. The wind wooshes in and incapsulates your entire body, chill taking over immediately. You’re unclear whether Inkubus feels cold, but he can for sure tell that you’re freezing. “Hmm, how does the song go?... “Oh no. No, he’s not about to- “Oh, yes. Sweetheart, its cold outside… “

You squeeze your eyes tightly shut, at that, trying to not laugh too hard. After a moment you manage to gather your strength and turn back around to him though, your back now to the door. With a very straight face, you counter that you really can’t stay.

He grins. “I'll just repeat it. Sweetheart, its cold outside… “

Shaking your head and giggling, you waive a dismissive hand at him. Terrible man, Michael Bublé-ing you like this. “Look, this afternoon tea has been- “

“You know, I’d been hoping you would stop by at some point Y/N.”

“Yes, I know Inkubus.” You got his notes. One stuck on the book you’re reading set on your bedside table, one on the bathroom mirror, one in the shower, one on your cereal box, and so on. And the fact that he broke in while you were sleeping in order to do this doesn’t bother you quite as much as it should. “Like I said though, this was really lovely, but- “

The wince he gives at your ‘but’ is Shakespearean in how dramatic it is, causing you to roll your eyes at the silliness, before Inkubus gathers up your hands in his and your cheeks heat up- just like that. And it has nothing to do with the cold. “Here, allow me to hold your hands, love. They’re icy.”

Its true, they are, because the door is still open because YOU HAVE TO GO!! “If I don’t go man, my mum is going to worry. I promised I’d help her set up for dinner- that’s dinner for a whoooole family, plus extended’s. Do you know many placings that is? That’s so many. She needs my help!” 

“She’s a big girl, I’m sure she can handle it.” He assures you, not taking you seriously. Grrr- “Come on, what’s your hurry?”

The hurry is my mother will bury me in the snow if she has to do it all herself.

“My dad will be pacing.” You insist. “There will be deep, dark marks on the ground where he’s stepped so much!”

A little grin quirks at his mouth, then, and his eyes glide over so purposefully to the nice, warm fireplace that’s still roaring. The show draws your attention it, and, god- its so not fair. You so want to stay by the crackling fire- but you cant!! “Look at that dear, doesn’t that call out to you? We could sit by that all evening, all cosy and warm.”

Ahhhh, temptingggg- But no. No! You can’t. You can’t haul up here with him and abandon your family on Christmas- no matter how enticing the option is.

Shaking your head absolutely not, you slip your hands away from him and step back. “Thank you, but I’d really really better go.”

“Oh please don’t run off so fast from me, beautiful~ You’ll hurt my feelings.” The little grin on his face gets broader when you hesitate, the guilt trip working until you realise he’s an asshole. “No, really though sweetheart, would you truly like to leave me all alone on Christmas?... “

“… I don’t think you’re being sincere at all… “You say, reproachfully… before letting out a frustrated sigh. “But, um, half a drink more wont hurt anyone?" Will it? No... surely... Boy, you're weak. "Right?”

“Right.” Inkubus full-on smiles, then, pushing the door closed behind you before sweeping off to the drink cart. “I’ll put on some music, as well. Tell me, what’s your favourite Christmas song?”

“Oh, I like (Insert Favourite Christmas Music).” As you sink back down on the couch, a sudden realisation has you groaning and covering your face in guilt. “Ohh… I’ve been here for a couple hours, now… The neighbours are really going to start thinking, now… God knows what, but- “

“I can imagine.” You look up at him, but he’s not looking at you- the tone in his voice gives him away, though. What he’s thinking. And honestly you don’t blame him, they probably are thinking that! “But- Y/N- its really terrible out there. How could you be blamed for staying just a little bit longer?” He asks, returning to the couch with you and handing you a drink. Its brown, and it smells like… woah- it smells like a hangover, is what it smells like.

“What is this??”

Inkubus gives a mischievous shrug, and changes the subject. “There are no cabs to hail out there, either. Nor would they even see you through the snow if their were. You’d surely turn into a very pretty ice statue before you got home.”

Well… he’s not wrong there… As you’re gazing out of the window at the storm, you don’t notice him moving in closer beside you until you feel his body heat on your side and you look back at him to find that your noses nearly touch! Once again your cheeks are hot as lava as your eyes widen, then hood as you realise you don’t mind at all.

He’s leaning in, and you’re waiting as still as a statue. Oh… I wish I knew just how to break this spell…

At the very last moment before he’s meant to kiss you, Inkubus instead pinches the beanie off your head and gets up- walking away with it! Your jaw drops as you spin around in your seat to see him hang it on the coat rack, before turning back to you, and shrugging with an all-too-innocent look on his face. “… What? Your hair looks lovely, Y/N.”

Snorting, you shake your head. This man… “Thank you, but I need that so I can leave, sir.” Which he knows.

“Hmm,” He hums, and it’s a rumbling noise from the back of his throat that really does something to you- “Mind if I move in closer again, dear?~”

You give a dramatic sigh as he sits back down right next you. “Well at least I’m gonna say that I tried to say no… “

Giving a chuckle, Inkubus shakes his head. “Now, what’s the sense of hurting my pride?”

As you’re relaxing, falling into a banter quite easily- you suddenly realise what’s happening. He’s manipulating you! Distracting you! Winning! Immediately you get up to your feet again and set your hands on your hips. Oh no no no- “I really can’t stay!”

“But sweetheart… “Inkubus cranes his neck to look smugly at you, and you’re shaking your head at him before he even says the next words; A grin on your lips, even so. “Its cold outside.”

Agh!

“… You’re very pushy, you know.”

“Ha. I prefer opportunistic.”

Of course, he does. Rolling your eyes in good humour, you turn away and head for the door again. “I’m going now~ Don’t follow me, don’t even get up, I’m just gonna slip out- “

You’re just taking your beanie back from the coat hook and pulling it back onto your head, when Inkubus appears at your shoulder once again. You sigh, purse your lips and shake your head but not because you’re annoyed- because you’re not surprised. His hands land on your hips, then, and your eyes go as round of saucers, your body going totally stiff as he leans into your ear from behind. In the lowest voice yet he growls out quietly, once again, that its cold outside.

Ughh, so not fair!- Slipping around in his grip you hold up a firm finger between your faces and force a steady, stern tone into your voice. “The answer is no.”

“Look out the window, if you don’t believe me.”

“No, I know that it is cold Inkubus, its just- well, my sister will be suspicious if I stay longer with you! Now we can’t have that- “Okay, you’re reaching now, making silly excuses- but to your defence, he is making it really hard to leave. “I mean, I love her, but she’s such a pain when she catches wind that- “

When he reaches up and with a sly smirk, cups your face with one hand; A thumb gliding across your bottom lip as it parts from the top one you remember thinking, specifically- fuck this man. This has to be some kind of war crime-

“… your lips look delicious, my dear. I wonder… “

“M-My brother will be at the door, Ink- “

“I wonder… “He steps in closer to you. “What will you taste like?“

“My aunt- she’s not married- her mind really is vicious!- “

With that last word out of your mouth, he actually does kiss you. Your fighting spirit dies in your throat and you immediately clutch at the suspenders, dragging him in closer to you. When he pulls back, your lips tingle so you bite them and your neck is hot so you tug your collar up higher, and you can’t bare to look him in the eye so the wall beside you both is suddenly fascinating and- “Oh, looks like I was right. You do taste sweet, my dear.”

Uh... “… well okay maybe I can stay for one more cigarette.” You say quickly, big eyes flicking up to his as he smirks. When he leans down and does it again, beard snagging on your skin somehow in a lovely way, your eyes immediately flutter shut and a moan slips out of you as you hang onto him.

… That was some kiss, you think when he slowly pulls away again. After all you don’t even smoke!

Wait- you don't- smoke- Agh! When you realise that once again, sense returns to your head, you give a groan and push gently out his grip. Holding up another stern finger his way, but not looking at him, you fix your bag on your shoulder and turn back to the door.

Quickly and without a word you slip out of the room and close the door behind you. The cold air hits you ten fold after the heat you were just strangled with in there, bringing the logic back with it, but at 10 steps away you find yourself turning around again anyway- opening the door again to a patiently, smugly waiting Inkubus-

And dropping your bag to the ground, pulling off your beanie and throwing your arms around him again.

A few more hours wont hurt.

[quill-is-brainstorming]

🌡🏫📅📏📻

Thanks for the ask friendo <33

🌡 Fave season:

I'm gonna say either Spring or Autumn.

In spring, that's when all the flowers start coming out, and I get to walk around the woods near my grandparents' house without getting cooked alive (both because of how hot it gets here during the summer and because skin wise I am a literal vampire, literally whitest motherfuckwe to roam this planet so I get burned in a second)

Autumn for similar reasons as summer, the weather is cool, the colours of autumn are pretty as hell and I get to step on crunchy leaves. Also, that's when my birthday is, speaking of which...

📅 Your birthday

I'm doing the others in order but here I found the perfect transition so I'm doing this first.

15th of October!

🏫 Are you in school, what grade

See, that's a tricky one, because the Italian school system is completely different from America's. Basically, college is actually part of mandatory school, and so I'm already majoring in something (applied sciences, if anyone cares. It's basically advanced science + coding).

But hey, I'm turning 17 this year and Google says I should be in 12th grade so I'll go with that I guess.

📏 How tall are you

I actually haven't checked my height in forever but I must be somewhere near 160 cm, which is like 5'4.

I proudly identify as a throwable oompah loompa

(I know I'm not actually THAT short but the vast majority of my irl friends are taller than me anyway, plus I like the word oompah loompa)

📻 Fave song currently

Oh. Oh fuck.

Yeah...way to send a gal into a crisis.

Alright so I don't actually have a favorite song. With that said, here's the song I stole a lyric from and made it my life motto:

"Keep on loving what is true, and the world will come to you." It sounded so cool to 7 year old me, and I gotta say, 7 year old me was right.

[vonlipvig]

15, 17, 28! 🎵

Thank youuu!

15) A song that is a cover by another artist

Oh, I don't think I know many covers tbh, but I'm reading a book and they mentioned that this song wasn't originally by Elvis Costello and I didn't know about it! But yeah, a classic.

17) A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

OKAY 1) this song is so playful and coy it's so fun, I will always defend it (especifially this version, I love it), and 2) I would FUCK IT UP on stage if someone partened with me for it. We would PERFORM (not in the 'I can actually sing' way, more like in the 'this is a SHOW' way).

28) A song by an artist with a voice that you love

I actually never think the reason I like an artist is specifically because of their voice, rather than their music overall, but with Maisie I can definitely say that her voice is just so unique and beautiful, and ofc this song is wonderful.

Ask game from here

[suckerforv]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘....................................... 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖...............................

hiya there! my name is starr, or you can call me heather, tia, or red! i go by she/they! i love dancing, working out, singing, doing calligraphy, playing the flute, and swinging on my swing underneath the oak tree in my backyard! fun fact about me: i have played the flute for almost a decade now and have won two ribbons and two medals!!

the groups i stan are new jeans, le sserafim, txt, bts, itzy, stray kids, (g)-idle, p1h, and aespa! my ult biases are:

txt: huening kai (although i would like to see how tall i would be next to soobin)

bts: all of them, i really can't choose tbh

stray kids: bang chan (you can't tell me otherwise that this man is HUSBAND material)

itzy: ryujin (one word: MOMMY)

(g)-idle: yuqi! her deep ass voice is just so MWAH

p1h: soul (PLEASE he's so fucking random, i love him sm)

aespa: winter (she's so pretty omg)

non-kpop artists i stan:

tate mcrae

lauv

anne-marie

melanie martinez

keshi (i'm starting to get into his music lately)

ariana grande (hot girl shit, yk what im sayin)

lany

jvke

dove cameron

billie eilish

michael bublé

but yeah, that's a brief intro of me! feel free to check out my posts and look forward for more stories to come!

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[nameless-shrimp]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 — CHUUYA NAKAHARA

↳ PAIRING: Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Reader

↳ TYPE: one-shot

↳ WORD COUNT: 3.5k

↳ WARNINGS: no spoilers, mild suggestive talk, partners to lovers, swearing, mentions of a one night stand in the past, drinking, smoking

↳ SYNOPSIS: Chuuya convinces you to stay with him when it's too cold outside. However, he has feelings for you, so how can he express that? At the same time, how could you express your feelings about him?

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTES: i wrote this in two hours be nice, idk what i was doing but i was desperate to write my bsd fics for the holiday season coming up so here you go <3

Chuuya’s eyes dragged along at the ticking clock, with the saccharine cigarette scent that aroused the coffee table. He told himself to sleep early tonight, but when you fancied yourself a visit to his place, he had his own restless idea of falling into an endless spell.

The clock ticked; the window cried in ease from the harsh breezes ripping to the glass. Christmas wreaths decorated right over his fireplace, much to his taste, where his entire apartment was dangling in nothing but faint maroons and silver bells. With your eyes widening at his extra bit to his interior, he sucked right into the touch—only placing out the most exquisite decorations right suited for your taste.

Even so, the man was struck over heels. He partnered with you—and that was the deal. Nothing more, nothing less. Only Chuuya bit his lip at that, and he always kept himself back but most days, did your lips look more softer than usual? Or did you typically hide your face like that—with him? He never knew, though he paid more mind, just a tad bit as the weekends ran by.

“It’s really cold out there.”

Your words caught him off guard, and he whisked away from the scent of cigarettes in his home by rubbing the one in his hand on the dirty ashtray. “Shit, yeah it is,” Chuuya chuckled, grinning. “Yet you find yourself here.”

“Only simply because you have the wine,” your eyes rolled. Fuck. He wished that the spell had broken for him—but he also didn’t catch on the line to complain any further. “I fancy a man that has a great taste in alcohol.”

“And that man is me,” he chuckled. “Right?”

“I said you had wine, not that you had the best,” you tapped your ears. “Do you listen?”

“How cute,” he snarled, tipping his fedora. “Still gon’ act so funny with me even when we aren’t working?”

“It’s our weekend off,” you dipped further into the stool, arms resting on the marble countertop. “Maybe we can go for a few days without bickering at each other? Thought you said Dazai was the worst, did you not?”

“He is,” Chuuya argued, shaking his head. “But you’re still a headache—sometimes.”

“At least it’s not all the time.”

“I take my words back, actually.”

You gasped. “Rude. Maybe I can bid my farewell to the door.”

“Now, now,” Chuuya quipped, raising a hand before he hopped down from his kitchen stool. “You came over for a drink, let me grant you one.”

“Only if you stop being a dick every once in a while.”

“I’m not an asshole. I tease.”

“As do I.”

“You do not.”

“I ought to say, no, no, sir,” you joked, trailing a hand before sighing. “But the wind is really kicking it outside. I should get home.”

Chuuya sighed, walking past you before reaching his cabinet. “You came for wine, so you’re staying here until you get a glass. And at least, let me walk you to the bus stop after you look sober enough to walk out my door, ‘kay?”

Your mouth opened to retort, though you simply decided to tag along with Chuuya’s words. A man so devoted with his gravity ability, and even your mind dragged into jokes about why he couldn’t act so cool and fancy by using his own ability to grab ahold of the wine bottles.

Though Chuuya was immersed with his own acts. He pranced to the countertop, dark green bottle in hand right before the touch of raspberry wine to fall right into the fragile wine glasses. The way his lips pursed in determination—such a weird man with an odd obsession with the fine tastes of expensive alcohol. He was witty in rare instances; he never agreed, only stating “Dazai was the witty fucker”, but you found yourself finding his own antics to be quite charming.

Was Chuuya doing too much for his own purpose? He knew that his heart was fond of you. Maybe that he was a person that had an interest in his own partner—hobbies, favorite color, where you’d like to go shopping for new clothes. Little wishful thinking. The kind of thoughts that Chuuya tended to puff out in nothing but smoke clouds and bitter cigarettes.

However, the spotlight was on you. He couldn’t dwell too deep into his own peculiarity. Wine. You. And two open seats near his crackling fireplace. That was the main point. ‘How delightful for you to drop in,’ he thought, following a smirk once he filled his glass to the tip.

So fucking odd.

Emotions were a rollercoaster—only for him.

“Have a glass,” Chuuya said, placing the bottle back on the counter. “We can hang out by the fireplace.”

You blinked. “Oh, so romantic. I’ll stay for a little bit, but I don’t think I can finish all of—”

“Hey, just a few sips is fine,” he shrugged. “That leaves more for me.”

And you took the glass, following his trail to the leather couch which radiated nothing but sweet heat while indulging your body into his Christmas pillows. Arousing illumination of yellow lights from the hanging bulbs around the fireplace along with the kiss of the orange blaze. You wondered if he had prepped such a boisterous and flamboyant decoration setup simply for you.

Because Chuuya never gave a damn who entered his home and, well—this was your second visit. From his words in the past, you recalled that he never gave a damn for home decoration or that he was too busy with the mafia to blink once about good furniture. Though, a man with a charming attitude towards you—sometimes—and with a fairly acceptable taste in fashion, he must have an itch for nice home decor.

After all, the fireplace was lit, and the joys of Christmas spirit were all over the living room. Let alone the half-eaten Gingerbread house in the kitchen.

(He said he didn’t take a bite after building it, but you called him a liar earlier on.)

Chuuya sipped his glass. “So, why the visit?”

“I just wanted to come by for alcohol, remember?” Your voice dragged. “I don’t remember you telling me that you put all these...” your hand trailed around to signal the wreaths on the wall and the glowing Christmas tree in the corner, radiating nothing but yellows and crimson. “Decorations up.”

He coughed into his glass. It wasn’t like he had just put it all the same day you were meant to come over—not at all. “M’just tryin’ to do something new with my place here,” his teeth gritted. “It gets dull and boring just walking around nothing when it’s the holiday season.”

“Sure,” you nodded, twirling your glass. “So, you didn’t just put all of this up today? Right when you knew I was going to stop by after like—I don’t know, two hours ago?”

“No,” his head shook. “Not at all.”

(Liar.)

“You have a tendency to try to impress me,” you said. “I noticed every time we work.”

“Hey now, don’t talk all drunk when you haven’t had a sip yet,” Chuuya retorted.

Your eyes rolled. “You’re avoiding the topic.”

Shit.

His heart raced; eyes widening. “I am not,” he groaned. “Let’s just have a toast, yeah?”

“Oh, really?” You exhaled. “What’s the special occasion?”

“To our partnership in the mafia.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing.”

“Alright, you wanna be an ass?” He laughed, sipping his wine once more. “Or are we gonna make a toast?”

You smiled. “To our partnership, partner.”

“Right back at you.”

The clank of wine glasses echoed across the living room.

And you took in a sip. Sweet roses to your nose, but the taste was nothing but a pungent taste of raspberry, much as the label on the wine bottle noted. Fighting back a cough, you exhaled sharply, letting the small sting of alcohol wash down your throat. Chuuya followed suit with a drink of his glass as well, slowly taking in much more than he anticipated.

“Say,” you grinned. “What’s in this drink?”

Chuuya scoffed, fedora nearly tipping down from his head. “What? You think I drugged you?”

“No,” you laughed, waving a hand. “It tastes really sharp but really good at the same time.”

“I have good taste in alcohol, what can I say?”

“Well, kudos to you, Chuu,” you raised your glass. “I should come over more often.”

He laughed. “You really want to?”

“Sure,” you nodded. “This welcome has been so nice and warm.”

“Say,” his head tilted. “Should I get another glass?”

Chuuya stared at his empty glass, pouting slightly right before the alcohol took a kick to his head. He didn’t bother reading what the percentage was on the bottle, and now with one glass in, he’s already feeling the adrenaline die down to nothing but a smug smirk. ‘Shit, shit, fucking hell—’ as if he wasn’t attempting to embarrass himself when you were around, but. Too late.

He levitated the bottle from the kitchen to the living room with his ability, red aura coming out from his body right before he watched the bottle slowly tip to pour more of the liquid into his empty glass. You watched, eyes fascinated with his widened ones—where his eyes twinkled in delight. You weren’t sure if it was because of you close to him or if it was on his end for starting to feel a bit on edge.

The knock of the breeze outside startled you, causing him to laugh out loud; throat raspy right before a hiccup followed after. “The alcohol really kicks in this drink,” Chuuya laughed. “Sorry. Should’ve checked the percentage rate.”

“It’s fine,” you responded. “I only took a sip. I don’t feel too tipsy.”

“Even if you had to stay over, I wouldn’t mind it.”

You blinked, lips parting. “I don’t think that’d be a good idea…”

“Why not?” He watched the bottle slowly sit on the table after his glass was refilled, only to take a harsh gulp of wine once more. “It’s cold outside. I can keep you warm.”

“Sleeping at my coworker’s place sounds a bit… much, doesn’t it?”

“Not to me,” Chuuya shrugged. “Things happen, love. Can’t help when certain circumstances come up. If you gotta crash here, feel free to.”

“Did you just—” you were about to ask, but your lips shut in an instant. “Nevermind.”

“No, tell me.”

“I should go,” you laughed, fighting your heart racing while his fedora tumbled down to the couch; orange-blazing hair tousled around with his fairly unbuttoned top. “Don’t think I should stay any longer.”

Chuuya sighed. “It’s cold. At least stay for a little longer, or you’ll freeze out there.”

“It’s only going to get colder later, Chuu.”

“Beautiful, what’s your hurry?” He asked, rubbing his forehead. “You just got here less than an hour ago and you’re already thinking about leaving.”

“I just wanted to stop by for a drink,” you noted. “That’s it, really.”

“Yet you took one sip.”

“It’s a bit strong for me.”

“Like I said, more for me, right?” He laughed loudly, voice echoing—an unusual melody to your ears while your breath hitched when Chuuya leaned closer to your figure. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I hope you know that.”

You gulped, showing off a lip bite. “I know, I just think… we both know this night might end in the opposite direction.”

He raised a brow. “What’re you on about?”

You wanted to mentally smack him. Not like there had been one time in the past where you slept with your partner—only due to sexual tendencies and unfortunate frustration built up between you two. Not that you wanted to reject it. With Chuuya, no—absolutely, no way. The man was nothing but a pleasure and always moaned sweet nothings so soothingly to your ears. As if your emotions couldn’t boil any further.

Fucker.

“Nothing,” you sighed, turning away. “Nevermind.”

“Sorry,” Chuuya chuckled, rubbing his nose. “M’feelin’ it, a little bit…”

“One glass hit you hard, huh?” You laughed, looking down at your own glass—barely touched with the lip stain near the edge. “Must be really high on that alcohol percentage then.”

“No kidding,” he groaned, placing his glass down. “I’m sorry for acting funny.”

“It’s cute,” you responded, turning away. “Don’t worry about it.”

He blinked. “What did you say?”

“I should go,” you coughed, putting your glass on the coffee table. “I’d better scurry.”

Right when you stood up from the couch, Chuuya grabbed ahold of your wrist, causing you to glance down to watch his hair flutter further down to meet his collarbone. Those buttons. His top was barely buttoned up—and fuck. The nerve of the bastard. He was totally playing along with your heart—most likely trying to match his heartbeat with yours.

“Hey beautiful, please don’t hurry,” he smirked. “We haven’t talked for long.”

“We talk whenever we do missions all the time. I’m kind of in a ru—”

“But baby, it’s cold outside.”

Your eyes enlarged. “Call me that again.”

“What?” He grinned. “Baby?”

“Why’d you say that?”

Chuuya scoffed playfully, eyes working with their magic—his heart raced further into his feelings once more. “I like to call you pet names. Tell me, which one is your favorite?”

“Chuu,” you sternly said. “You’re drunk.”

“Barely.”

“A good amount of drunk, I’d say so.”

“No,” he argued, shaking his head. “You talk too much.”

“I simply must go.”

Chuuya let your wrist go, where he raised his hands up in surrender before glancing down once more at his glass. “At least stay for a tiny bit longer,” he laughed, grabbing a box of cigarettes from his back pocket. “Maybe just a cigarette more? Then I’ll walk you to the bus stop.”

“Okay,” you retorted, biting your lip. “Fine.”

Chuuya had his way with words—let alone throwing in his emotions to you. Of course, he knew of his feelings for you, though his mind always remained in harsh denial because that’s what he typically enjoyed in this sense. A stubborn bastard who was so devoted to not believing that he loved you because it was Chuuya—could this man ever find love within his heart? At least, some sprinkle of it during the holiday season?

He only wanted to share it with you, but—it wasn’t like he wanted to admit that, anyway.

“You want to escape me so bad, yeah?” Chuuya murmured with the cigarette dancing between his teeth. You watched him fiddle with his lighter, only to see the cocky grin arise—tongue hitting the end of his cigarette. “Somethin’ wrong with me?”

“No,” you responded, voice raising. “It’s just that I—”

‘Like you… a lot?’

Could you say those words to him—could you?

The silence creeps in from your harsh interruption of stopping yourself mid-sentence, where the wind nearly brushed a load of snow right at his window. The night roared further in; your knees shook.

“You…?” Chuuya’s voice dragged on after he lit his cigarette, wailing it around with his hand. “Don’t leave me hangin’ now, love.”

“You’re just annoying.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, but—okay,” he shrugged, right before grabbing onto his glass. Chuuya took a sip, diving into the liquid for a brief moment of numbness. “Hey, I gotta ask you something at least.”

You sighed, grabbing onto the nearest pillow only to fidget with the cloth. And your heart was beating uncontrollably—where the bubbly feeling was swirling within your chest. ‘He had to look so good tonight…’ you thought.

“Yeah,” you said. “Say it.”

“When we work together, you seem more nervous around me than usual. You don’t act like that with Akutagawa or even the boss. So, what gives?”

Your eyes widened. “Like I said, you’re just annoying.”

“You can barely look at me when we’re working together and you’re hiding your face.”

“Remember that we slept with each other once?”

Chuuya’s cigarette nearly dropped, causing the wine glass to drop from his other hand only to have his ability activate to grab ahold of the glass right before it could stain his rug. “I mean yeah,” he coughed awkwardly. “One time. But we swore to not talk about it again, right?”

You gulped. “Yeah.”

“So, why bring it up today?”

‘Say something,’ you thought. “Ah, I just wanted to tell you that…” your voice trailed off, causing your lip to bite where your eyes shut immediately. Chuuya noted the uncomfortable reaction, only to have him reach a hand out and rub the cigarette out on the ashtray resting on his coffee table.

“Listen,” Chuuya sighed. “If you need to talk about anything, you know I’m here, right? Even if we just work together, you’re still a friend to me.”

‘Friend… right,’ he thought.

His heartbeat quickened.

Perhaps—is there a possibility of something more?

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Chuuya said, levitating his filled glass back to the table. “But I won’t lie, there’s something I’m not telling you either.”

You watched him, only to have him rub his cigarette out after smoking it halfway through. Not very typical of him to do. Although, nothing can beat your mind to it—no more denial, no more lies; the harsh truth would have been revealed. Even at some point, due to the memory of him not fading—never could a man express himself so much, even through the movements in bed and the gentle words that he shared to you that night.

Nothing felt cold, lost—but rather, it was right. Right for your taste. The honeyed praise. God, you wanted him—not for sex, but for something more. Brighter. And Chuuya knew that he wanted it too. Now, with two people that had difficulty expressing their words in front of the fireplace with an incoming snowstorm from outside, exactly—what could go wrong?

You exhaled. “Can you go first then?”

“Let me see something,” Chuuya said, only to have him move closer to your presence where your body dipped further into the couch—practically lying down. Hitched breaths from your throat caused Chuuya to grin in satisfaction. Cocky. But sexy at the same time. And he hovered over you, only to watch the glow within your eyes.

“Ah,” you gulped. “What did you need to see?”

“Your pretty face up close.”

“Chuuya.”

“Your lips look delicious,” he murmured. “Would it be a shame if I placed my own on yours?”

“I—” you exhaled. “I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And he fell right into the kiss, connecting your lips with his—heat pooling within his chest along with yours while his palm caressed the edge of your jaw. The crackle of the fire soothed his heart—emotions letting loose from one simple action. And Chuuya smiled within the kiss, causing him to pull back to reveal a softhearted smile, even from when his hair is tousled all over his shoulders.

“I love you,” Chuuya confessed, blinking. “I really love you. And I’m gonna be a man who’s now tipsy to tell you that I love you and I want you to stay over at my place because I don’t want you freezing out there.”

“I think I love you too,” you blinked.

“I know you do.”

“But, really, I think I should—”

“You should stay with me,” Chuuya murmured, now sitting up on the couch to grab your wrists and pull you up; noses close enough to touch. “And also be mine. Not just for this Christmas, but for a good amount of time. Forever, hopefully.”

You smiled, letting out a laugh. Heat rising from your neck to cheeks. “Sounds like a deal. There’s bound to be talk at work, though.”

“Let them talk,” Chuuya said, continuing to smile. “Don’t care. So as long as I have you, beautiful.”

“Such a romantic.”

“Shut up,” he quipped, only to peck a kiss upon your lips. “But baby, it’s cold outside. So you should stay—here with me.”

“Fine,” you grinned, giving in before falling into his chest. Expensive cologne lingered around your nose. “I’ll stay.”

Chuuya always fumbled with his words. Happily, he hugged back, falling into the realization that he actually confessed. And on your end, you felt the same—portraying the affection through a tight hug. Warmth growing within his heart, as he continued to share it with yours. An unusual feeling of endearment, right when the storm kicks in further from the outside, but with this sweet relish, Chuuya didn’t complain. Not once.

Instead, he only hugged tighter.

And asked, “let’s keep drinking then? A toast to our new love?”

You laughed agreeably. “Sure.”

He grinned, only to place a kiss upon your lips once more.

“Well, that took a lot of convincing.”

tags: @whorefordazai @tender-rosiey @internetkilledtheroxstar @sadcannibal @sonder-paradise @pompompurin1028 @tetsustation @milky-toast @missrown @requiem626k @jessbeinme15 @kyuus4ku @kiyokoxd @dazaiaiko @kazubxnii @chuuyasboots @nullified-kiss @mikasackrmann @n1kolaiz @bungoustraypugs @sebtomm @scul-pted @sky-drgn

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heloo! can I request hand-holding (3), kisses (6, 12) hugs (32) and touching (12) with renjun, thank uu^^

why do my renjun drabbles always end up so long LOL . btw age old kiss under the mistletoe <3 never too early for x’ams imagines i guess LOL, enjoy!!!

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 32: long-lasting hugs

kisses, 6 & 12: slow kisses, kisses on the corner of their mouth

touching, 12: pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

renjun’s eyes couldn’t leave yours. well, more of your body as you talked with mark, gesturing grandly about his new single that he dropped. he remembers you playing it whenever you met up, rapping the lyrics back to him that only had renjun groaning in embarrassment. staring around the room, he scans over the members in the party with a smile. having had taken a rest from the all the alcohol earlier, he was glad to be left alone to his… indulgences where no one could interrupt him.

“hey.”

“gah! wh- what the hell?” haechan shocks him out of his stupor, easily avoiding a smack on the back from renjun. his laughter gains attention from others, but otherwise they just return a cheeky laugh back while conversing. soon, the other is able to pick up on his loneliness, partially blaming it on the crazy challenge he dared renjun to do earlier. the partial reason, however..

“are you ever going to confess to (y/n)?” haechan raises a brow.

“keep it down! christ, hyuck. just because some members here have their partners on their arms doesn’t mean i should rush to make (y/n) mine.”

“oh, but you’re so obvious that it’s tiring to watch,” haechan sighs, taking a swig of his drink. the both of them admire the theme of the party for a little bit, red and green decorations hung from the spacious dorm, held on the fifth floor because they were the ‘cleanest’ (against jungwoo’s wishes and with kun’s agreement, they settled for an early celebration on the 23rd).

the speakers blasted christmas music, no doubt from the talented mr. bublé who was a compulsory artist to listen to, along with other renditions of christmas songs that just felt good. fairy lights from the members’ rooms were brought to be set up. plus, with ten’s recent sunset light purchase that he bought for the felines, the room was soon bathed in joyous lighting that could rival decorations outside.

“dude. the members had to have their partners fly in because they’re both so busy. (y/n)’s already there, c’mon the opportunity is right there — and this is the one time you’re able to unwind and relax. just go for it, man,” haechan is relaxed and laid-back, haven’t yet experienced the palpitations whenever one looks at their crush. the only exception was probably a rookie idol back then, but that was old news.

“if you happen to want to cuddle or fuck later, we’ll leave you alone.” this time, renjun was able to land a punch to his shoulder, expression turned into a scowl.

“you’re right, i guess. i’ll see what i can do.”

a gasp, “renjun admitting i’m right? rare.” renjun gives the other a lighter smack with a smile, chugging down the last bit of his water before heading over to you. he feels like he’s walking through snow whenever he wants to get to you, the resistance strong with each step. curling and uncurling his fingers, he loosened his freezing hands as you wrap up the conversation with mark.

“renjun! have a good rest? donghyuck was trying to avoid you for the past fifteen minutes, because he knew you’d get another headache if he talked to you.”

“i’m having one right now,” renjun jokes, emphasising his point by rubbing some fingers on his temple.

your laugh is like first snow. or like the heater that’s currently fuelling the house with heat. he isn’t sure what to choose, but he knows he likes it and wants to make you laugh more.

“do you need to rest again? i’ll promise i’ll be quiet-“

“delivery?” someone calls out. with a shout, you’re already at the door, receiving another batch of booze since the grocery shopping you went on earlier severely underestimated how much these boys can drink. “oh- uh-“ renjun swoops in like prince charming, hand brushing over yours while he steps forward to help you. they tingle like electricity, deciding against pulling away which would leave you to struggle.

“miss (l/n) (y/n) and mr huang renjun. please freeze in your place,” haechan’s annoying voice penetrates throughout all the conversation happening and you swear the man beside you mutters a curse as you two try to haul the booze past the member. “place the beer down. you aren’t going anywhere, anyway.”

before any of you can ask for an explanation, he points above you which displayed a mistletoe. “surprise!”

the delivery man’s voice scares you, until you realise it’s johnny, hidden under a very smart disguise of a fake moustache and a replica of the uniform. your mouth hangs open even when johnny squeezes past you with the booze effortlessly hanging from one arm, sighing inaudibly at the absence of the heavy drinks.

“so?” the members are looking at you expectedly like they’re watching a movie. there’s endless thoughts swirling in your mind even when renjun grabs your hand with his timid one, but it calms you down just a little when he brushes a thumb over your skin. it’s like you’re waiting for the director to yell out ‘cut!’; even you thought you’d do better on a movie set.

“(y/n)-“

he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his, garnering a few ooohs and ahhs, including the satisfied smiles and sighs of relief. renjun’s lips taste like a mixture of the candy cane drink he spat out earlier, and some whiskey with coke. it’s a confusing taste, but with the pace your lips are moving with each other, it allows you to draw out every other time you imagined kissing huang renjun.

it doesn’t even come close, if you’re being honest and even if you’re standing in front of countless other men he calls his members in a ridiculously sized k-pop group. renjun deepens the kiss when he turns his head, cold, but clammy hands coming up the cup your cheeks. they shock you for just a bit and there’s a shameless smile into the kiss as renjun continues to deliver pecks onto your own.

he chuckle and it sounds like well-written christmas movies, or the very first listen to michael bublé’s christmas album. you aren’t sure what to choose, but you know you like it and want to make him chuckle more.

in a blink of an eye, you’ve grabbed his hand, heading straight for one of the rooms that you often see when renjun’s gaming with haechan. you recognise it straight away from the set-up and in a rush to shut the door, you stumble just a bit before meeting the hard wood of the door in a roar of laughter.

“great, now they’ve locked two people out,” haechan nudges johnny.

“three!” johnny’s partner calls from the doorway, which makes the living room shake in another round of cheers, getting back into the natural flow of things before everything got interrupted by a plant. faintly, you hear them ask if the plan worked, and haechan’s prideful answer right after.

slowly, you peek out of your hiding spot being your hands. renjun’s eyes shine, “so you like me.” it comes out flatter than he expected and he winces.

you snort, taking a step closer to him on the door, half leaning on it. without any prompting, the other’s arms encircle your waist, now pulling you flush against him while your head rest on his front. the next moments are spent in comfortable silence, the rowdy party going on outside giving you a little of a main character moment. your breathing syncs up, chest expanding and contracting with the deep breaths you take. there’s always a puff of mist leaving your lips, but it appears less now that you’re in your crush’s arms.

“yeah. i like you,” you nod, coming to face him after the tight embrace. his fingers touch your cheek experimentally and you flinch, the pads freezing cold to the touch. maybe it’s because he didn’t touch whiskey for the past half ’n hour. gently, you take his hands in yours. “why’re you always freezing?”

“ugh. you figured me out. tactic to get you to hold my hands.” throwing your head back in a silent laugh, you shake your head in disbelief.

“at least you haven’t caught on to me, holding your hands down so you won’t have to-” a kiss to one corner of his mouth. “restrict me from-” another to the other. “doing this.” lastly to his lips.

renjun entertains your dramatic flair with his jaw hung open. it doesn’t last long, though. “why would i restrict you from doing that?” you shrug, letting go of his hands now that they gained sufficient warmth. renjun silently decides it’s not enough, but first, he wants to kiss you again. his fingers are less freakishly cold now, brushing against your skin to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. it sits there obediently, dissimilar with the way you did it. ‘it always falls out!’ you want to tell him later, but first, you want to kiss him again.

“huang renjun, you drive me crazy.” grinning, renjun knows it’s your way of confessing before his lips collide with yours with the fervour that hallmark movies lacked, and ironically, a plot which hallmark movies embodied. and just like that, you wish you could hold a pause icon over your head, because you wanted this to last for as long as it could.

[gukyi]

in the frosty air | a jjk drabble

summary: two weeks ago you and your roommate slept together. which would be fine, if you knew you both felt the same about each other. but you don’t. and now it’s christmas, and jungkook is still gorgeous and gentle and wonderful and here, and and you don’t really know what to do about that.

{college!au, roommates!au}

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: this is just an angst train tbh, but it has a happy ending! word count: 1.6k warnings: mentions of past alcohol consumption, this centers around everyone’s favorite capitalist holiday, being sad in the wintertime a/n: OHHHHHHHHHH *internet breaks* anyway yeah i’m back baby!!! here’s a little drabble to celebrate because i can’t help myself when it comes to jungkook. love me or we both go down coming soon!

“This Christmas is pretty fucking lame, isn’t it?”

You whip around at the sound of his voice. “Oh, hey. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I figured,” Jungkook chuckles, bending his head down as he crawls through the open window to join you on the fire escape. The temperature is freezing and the wind is stinging your skin, but it didn’t really feel right to be spending tonight inside. “Saw the window open. Thought you might be here.”

“Yeah. I was probably gonna head inside soon, though.” In the hopes that you would be curled up in your bedroom before Jungkook even got home. Seeing him lately has been hard. “How did your final go?”

“It was alright.” You don’t have to keep looking at him to feel Jungkook taking a seat next to you, crossing his legs over each other as he stares out into the city below you. It snowed a few days ago, and the sidewalks are still covered in that dirty slush that always lingers, wet and cold and black from car tires. Just being beside you makes your heart race, makes your chest tighten. “I was pretty stressed out about it, but then I just sort of remembered that I did my best and that was all I could do, you know?”

“That’s good.” You wish you had that mindset. You spend days studying for an exam and once it’s over, you spend days dwelling on all the things you might have gotten wrong. It’s a philosophy you apply to most aspects of your life. Why you did the thing you did. Why doing the thing you did was the worst thing you could have done. How you will recover from it. If you even will. 

Jungkook sighs. You turn to look at him, just briefly, glance at his side figure, and notice he’s wearing nothing but a giant zip-up hoodie. Isn’t he cold? “It doesn’t really feel like Christmas.”

“Yeah.” You don’t have anything else to say to that. It doesn’t. Which is a damn shame, because you and Jungkook spent the entire beginning of this month turning your tiny, two-bedroom apartment into a winter wonderland. You got a tree to put up next to your TV and decorated with the weirdest ornaments you could find. You hung up those dangly white Christmas lights on the balcony of your fire escape, the ones meant to look like icicles dripping from the metal railing. The radio has been playing nothing but Michael Bublé and Mariah Carey. And yet.

It’s not hard to wonder why this Christmas is such shit. Your spring internship fell through a week ago. Your parents rented a lake house and assumed you wouldn’t be coming with. All of your other friends have gone home already. And Jungkook, perhaps the last person in this whole goddamn city you would have wanted to spend time with, you can’t even bear to look at. 

“How did your finals go?” Jungkook asks, trying to keep the conversation going. 

“They were fine.” At least that torture is over. But living with Jungkook, seeing him every day and knowing that what you have done you can never undo--it’s endless. 

There’s silence. It’s like the two of you simultaneously have no idea and know exactly what to say. Like the words are lingering on the tips of your tongues but your lips are sealed shut. Opening them won’t be like a can of worms. It will be a dam, a waterfall of I’m sorrys and What nows. One week ago, in the heat of the night and in the haze of drink after drink, you and Jungkook made the worst mistake two roommates could ever make. 

“Are you going home this break?” You blurt out the words before you can stop yourself. 

Jungkook sighs. “I’m not sure.”

“It’s okay if you want to.” I get it. I’m not sure if I’d want to hang around and see me either. 

He shrugs. “I just haven’t decided yet.”

He knows that you’re staying. The two of you were so looking forward to spending Christmas together. Now look at you. Jungkook was the perfect roommate. Then everything changed. 

“Okay.” He’s probably just trying to figure out a way to let you down easy. 

Next to you, Jungkook rustles a hand through his pocket. “By the way, uh--I just remembered. I got you something.”

You don’t even have time to object before Jungkook is placing a small fabric box into your open palm, resting on your lap. You look down at the item, at the way your hand seems to envelop it. 

“You didn’t have to--”

“I wanted to.” Jungkook is firm in his response. “Besides, I got it a while ago. Figured now is as good a time as any to give it to you.”

There’s not really anything else to do except open it. Carefully, with trembling fingers, you pull off the lid. Inside sits a dainty silver locket resting amongst a pile of folded tissue paper. You gasp, your breath coming out in smoke in the cold winter air. 

“Oh my God, I--”

“I overheard you talking on the phone saying you wanted one,” Jungkook admits sheepishly. “I wanted to give it to you before I forgot.”

Fingers shaking from the cold, you pull the locket from the box. It dangles from its chain, a delicate little thing, barely the size of a fingerprint. Even on this hazy winter evening, it still catches the light.

For the first time tonight, you look up at him. His eyes are a swirling brown, a deep chocolate. They are unreadable. He offers a small, guarded smile your way, lips pink in the chilly air. “Thank you,” you tell him honestly. This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for you. 

You can’t accept this without returning the favor. Wordlessly, you get up from the fire escape, rushing indoors for a moment as you grab your gift from your bedroom. It’s been sitting in there for at least two weeks now. You hold your hand behind your back as you make your way back to the fire escape, sitting down next to him once more. 

With a small flourish, you reveal your own present. They’re drumsticks. 

“For you,” you tell him, that same small grin on your face. “Since you’re always drumming on everything. Thought you could use something to do that with.”

Jungkook looks positively starstruck. He takes the sticks in his hands, feels the wood with his fingers, tracing over the logo at the bottom. You aren’t very well versed in the world of drum equipment, but your friend in the orchestra told you it was a good brand. 

“Wow, Y/N,” he says, mouth agape. “This is... this is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever gotten me. Thank you.”

“Always.”

And that’s the truth, isn’t it? No matter what you do, no matter what you say, you will always be there to give Jungkook what he deserves. To make his life just the tiniest bit better. Doing thoughtful things for him has never required effort on your part. There is just a part of you that will do them, because he deserves it. Because he is so gentle, and loving, and kind, and wonderful. 

You sit there for a little while longer, relishing in the brief respite of your gift exchange. It’s softened the ice, warmed the air, broken the tension. Even if only a little. But it’s enough to keep you out here, sitting next to him. It’s enough to keep you from drifting away. 

“I don’t regret that night.”

The words feel like biting wind. 

“What?” You turn to him. 

“I don’t. I’d do it again. A thousand times over.” Jungkook is resolute. He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed in determination. 

“Jungkook, what happened that night--”

“Is something I’ll never forget,” he finishes. “Do you know how fucking long I had been waiting to do that? To hold you? Kiss you? To spend the night with you?”

Each syllable presses deeper into your chest, imprinting themselves on your heart. You stare back at him, too shocked to say anything at all. 

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” Jungkook adds on, quickly backtracking. “I sort of... got that message when I woke up that morning and you were gone. But I just wanted you to know that that night didn’t change anything about how I feel about you.”

Jungkook’s got it all wrong. You were the one who fucked up. You were the one whose feelings won’t change. “I thought you were the one who didn’t feel the same.”

Jungkook chuckles, this sad, forced cough. “Are you kidding? I’d do anything to relive that night. You’re my favorite person in this whole world, Y/N.”

If the weather were just a little bit warmer, if the wind wasn’t as dry, perhaps tears would fall. But instead, you blink back at him and it feels at once like your heart weighs a million pounds and nothing at all. “Me too,” you choke out. “I never want to be without you.”

Your fire escape is barely big enough for one person, let alone two, but that doesn’t stop Jungkook from reaching over and pulling you in, pressing a chilly kiss to your frozen lips, the heat of his mouth warming you up from the inside out. It’s cold tonight, yes. But Jungkook makes you feel like it’s summer all year long. 

You smile against his lips. They feel like home. They taste like peppermint lip balm and coffee and ice. 

“Do you want me to stay?” He asks. As if he was even thinking about going home anyway. 

“Yes,” you whisper back. 

It feels a lot more like Christmas now. 

“Then I’ll stay.”

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[derelictheretic]

oc tag: song challenge!

Tagged by @hoesephseed @quentinbecks @thefathersbride and @adelaidedrubman !! Thank you guys <333

Tagging: @i-am-the-balancing-point @bl-beater @florbelles @strafethesesinners @jollybone @eur0paa-2 @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @aceghosts

step 1 → create your oc (or ocs) in this picrew

step 2 → list 5 songs that inspired (or capture the feel of) your oc. if you chose multiple, feel free to pick your favorite or do songs for all of ‘em! (and feel free to list fewer or more songs if you want)

Putting under a read more bc it got long <3

Piper Vasquez

1. Creep by Radio Head

I want you to notice | When I'm not around | So fuckin' special | I wish I was special

2. Cherry Pie by Warrant

She's my cherry pie | Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise | Tastes so good, make a grown man cry

3. Highway to Hell by ACDC

No stop signs | Speed limit | Nobody's gonna slow me down

4. We Will Rock You by Queen

You got blood on your face, you big disgrace | Waving your banner all over the place

5. Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash

This indecision's bugging me | If you don't want me, set me free | Just who the fuck am I supposed to be | Don't even know which clothes'll fit me

Anya Cherkov

1. Never Love An Anchor by The Crane Wives

I am selfish I am broken I am cruel | I am all the things they might have said to you | Do you ever think of me and my two hands | And wonder why | They never soothed your fevers

2. Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex

When we dance in my living room | To that silly '90s R&B | When we have a drink or three | Always ends in a hazy shower scene

3. Swan Lake by Pyotr llyich Tchaikovsky, André Previn, London Symphony Orchestra

4. Bite The Hand by Julien Baker

Who do you think you are? | Who do you think I am? | What do you wanna say? | What do you think will change | Maybe i'm afraid of you

5. For Elise by Betoven

Blair Marie Bell

1. Oh My God by Adele

I'm a fool, but they all think i'm blind | I'd rather be a fool than leave myself behind | I don't have to explain myself to you | I am a grown woman and I do what I want to do

2. I AM WOMAN by Emmy Meli

I am woman, I am fearless | I am sexy, I'm divine | I'm unbeatable, I'm creative | Honey, you can get in line

3. whore by King Kitty

I ain't got no problems that I think are worth adressing | You are just a pair of hands that I call to undress me | Undress me | Unzip my dress please | Impress me | On my mattress (king)

4. Candyman by Christina Aguilera

Well, by now i'm getting all bothered and hot | When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot | He got lips like sugar cane, oh | Good things come for boys who wait

5. You've Got a Friend in Me by Randy Newman (the Michael Bublé cover tho)

Some other folks might be | A little smarter than I am | Bigger and stronger too | Maybe | But none of them will ever love you | The way I do | It's me and you boy

Heather Lucille Valentine

1. I am not a woman, i'm a god by Halsey

I am not a woman, I'm a God | I am not a martyr, I'm a problem | I am not a legend, I'm a fruad | So keep your heart, 'cause I already got one

2. Primadonna Girl by MARINA

'Cause I'm a Primadonna girl, yeah | All I ever wanted was the world | I can't help that I need it all | The primadonna life, the rise and fall | You say that I'm kinda difficult | But it's always someone else's fault

3. cult leader by KiNG MALA

I might be the villain | In somebody else's story | But that's fine | My methods are controversial | But at least it keeps them all in line | In line | I don't need your roses, I like men on their knees | Praying up to their god, seeing visions of me

4. Power & Control by MARINA

I'm gonna make you fall | We give and take a little more | 'Cause all my life I've been controlled | You can't have peace without a war | Without a war, without a war

5. Fake Bitch by UPSAHL

Fake bitch, fake bitch | Running from her problems | But she makes it look so good when she ignores them | And she puts them on a shelf | And she whispers to herself | It's okay, bitch | Don't ever change, bitch |

[nylwnder]

cold december night | rasmus sandin

a/n: finally writing for my swedish lil’ baby!!! rasmus i love you so much and i think he’s out of protocol today so let’s fucking gooo!!!

warnings: make out session, implied soft smut (nothing bad so it’s okay)

word count: 1.05k

taglist: @bb-nhlqueen7 , @sebbyaho , @swedishprince88 , @nilspettersson , @boqvistsbabe , @oliviapangburn118 , @brandtsclarke , @stars-canucks , @drei-mrssvechii , @joeljuice

inspired by: cold december night by michael bublé

series masterpost: 10 days of christmas

hand in hand, we walked through the park to get some air on this cold december night. it was just after evening, so the parks were empty. the snow left with marks from sleds that kids would ride all afternoon.

i looked up at rasmus’ face, it was rosy. he smiles at me and it made me feel warm against the frosty air. all of a sudden my foot slipped on a certain section of the cement most luckily due to black ice. although i was holding sandy’s hand, i still fell on a pile of snow pulling him with me. “woah! haha are you okay, sötnos?” he asks as he grabs me tight to pull me up.

“yeah, yeah i’m okay. black ice.” i said. he kissed my head, but whilst i saw the pile of snow and i couldn’t help but decide to quickly form a snowball and hide it behind my back. when we started to walk again, sandy began talking but i trailed back and threw the white ball on his back.

i laughed while he stopped in his tracks and turned around with a look that only meant ‘it was on’. i ran away when i saw him bend down to the snow but i felt a hit on my arm. i turned around and gave him a mischievous look, i wasn’t going to lose this time.

i ran some more until i hid by a light post and tried my best to form a bigger ball than before. ras walked over to me but i snuck away from the lighpost and threw the snowball that then landed on his stomach. he laughed as he wiped his jacket and ran after me. he was about to grab hold of me by a piece of my jacket but i was able to dodge him off and i ran a bit more forward to stand in front of him with distance. he stopped and we gave each other a stare off. “i’m going to win this time! last time you won just cause i fell. so it’s so on sandman.” i said, he smiled in response.

“oh y/n... try me” he says as he throws a snowball he had been hiding. it hit my leg as i gave him a shocked face. i quickly ducked to grab a chunk of snow and threw it at him, some landed on his face as well. “oh we’re doing face?” he asks, as he scoops snow to my direction. it landed on my hair and i let out a small noise because of the coldness.

i ran to the nearest hill covered in white and made two perfectly round snowballs with the sticky snow. i looked around and couldn’t find rasmus in sight. i walked along slowly, looking in every direction possible. “sandyyyy…..” i said, though he was still nowhere near in sight.

i began to feel two different things: he was probably setting me up so don't lose focus, but then also seeing my boyfriend out of insight in the small empty park at night should sort of make you nervous.

i called after him again and there was no sign from him. not even a sound. “hey come on, how are we supposed to play if i can’t even see you!” i protested. it wasn't until i felt a large round shape hit my back that i got mad he was in such close contact. i turned around and threw one of the snowballs at him but i missed. i dropped my other one as i heard his laugh right before he ran up to me, grabbing me and gently but effectively putting me down to the ground.

i let out a screech as he pinned me down just enough to not be able to shimmy out. we both laughed, as he sat up, forming another snowball. “fine, finish me.” i said while looking to the side and waiting for the last hit to seal his victory.

he smirked, but as he looked at me he stalled. he ended up dropping the ball to his side and said, “you know what, i’m actually a nice guy.” allowing me to get up, i grabbed his snowball and hit him in the stomach. “fine, i win!” i said, giving him a grin.

he grinned back, pulling me to him and kissing me hard. his lips were warm and soft. they parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. i grabbed the back of his neck and stood a bit taller to try to never let go of the movements our lips made together. but one of us had to make the decision to break it cause our lungs needed a breath. so i pulled back and let the cold air come in and out of me. “well, i don’t think nice guys kiss like that.” i said.

“oh yes they do” he says as he takes my hand and we jog back to our cozy apartment. we burst open the door and i pin him to the wall by the shoe rack. he kicked the door closed and lifted me up carrying me to the couch. as he sat down i straddled his lap and tugged at his hair.

our bodies pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily as our lips also pressed together. we fumbled to take off our wintery clothes, but i striped him of his coat and his sweater. my hands roamed his torso and we only broke our kisses for air.

we became even more needy and continued with our soft and intimate actions. “i love you” was said throughout, igniting our desire for each other. we really do love each other and i’m so grateful for having him in my life.

after, we laid together on the couch, chest to chest, drawing things with our fingers on each other’s exposed skin. he kissed my forehead, his hand resting on my hip. our legs tangled, our bodies toasty warm compared to earlier. soft music played in the back as the christmas tree in the living room lighted up the space just enough.

“thank you for falling in love with me” i said as i gave him a kiss on the chin. he smiled and kissed me, “it’s my pleasure älskling”

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[futzfuck]

Ok so random rant time, youtube villain playlists and anger playlists suck fuckin ass bruh

There is such a lack of variety song wise that i can legit predict at least 3 songs on title alone. If i click on a decent thumbnail and hear FUCKING MICHAEL BUBLÉ CROONING OVER THAT FUCKING CHORD AT THE VERY BEGINNING IM GONNA PUNCTURE BOTH MY EARDRUMS WITH A PENCIL- Also hayloft (1 and 2), wolf in sheep’s clothing, can you feel my heart, my ordinary life, obey, brutal, mad hatter, blood//water etc.

Like i really like some of the songs and artists (mother mother, grandson, Melanie martinez, etc.) listed but they are played TOO MUCH

i listen to SYNTH WAVE PLAYLISTS WITH MORE MUSICAL VARIETY THAN THIS, its bs

And then the titles, god help me

“Your the villain everyone loves” “your the hero waltzing with the villain” “your the hero that falls from grace”

This is all the same fuckin vibe with the same fuckin songs and its CRINGE AS F U C K dude

Its all played completely straight and serious and it hurts me physically, like you are not a super cool manipulative villain, you are not a badass, and the fact that the playlist exists means you aren’t special/unique either, cuz either ur listening along with the 3 million other people or you made it like the 500,000 people. And all the songs are the same ANYWAY!!

Kinnie and POV shit is weird too, yall aint safe

i am NOT watching the sunset with glup shitto rn and the songs don’t even give that vibe (cuz they all the same), the title alone cant make me visualize it sorry

And as far as kinning goes, idc for it myself and i find the concept kinda stupid BUT i can kinda see where it comes from character wise and im not gonna make fun unless A. You throw the first stone or B. Your bein an asshole, and both of those requirements apply to a broad variety of things in life

I just gotta say my ordinary life, seven nation army, and mother mother as a whole can’t apply to EVERY CHARACTER IN EXISTANCE I SWEAR TO GOD-

Also if you make a playlist and i cant listen to more than 3 songs im not listening to ur playlist, im too lazy to search up the 2 songs i like up on youtube individually and ur playlist is already in my history from clicking on it out of my early curiosity upon discovering playlists existed as single videos.

Tbh tho im probably equally as cringe if not more

But you see

I can be a goofy silly little self aware boy who is funny and acknowledges their cringe

and simultaneously thinks about how lyrics and song meanings apply to character and doesn’t post the same song arrangement as a playlist for the umpteenth time-

Anyway yeah, ik i seem really mad bout it and i kinda am but at the end of the day its my opinion and if you’ve read this far and disagree i am proud of you, ur entitled to whatever u believe in the subject. I’ve i was looking to change someone’s mind this would be much more constructive and id prolly give some alternative music or methods or smthn but im not looking to do that, this is pure expression and anger babyyyyy

ALSO NOT ALL PLAYLISTS ARE BAD AND IM NOT SAYING TO NOT LISTEN TO THEM, if i was this rant would be completely hypocritical (takes one to know one)

Anyway my kins are the grinch and joe mama, im gonna go listen to gremlincore and synthwave like the degenerate i am

[penwieldingdreamer]

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

So as life is currently passing me by and hectic at work and my brain not working as it used to, of course I forgot to post my prompt for Steph's Christmas writing Challenge 🤦🏼‍♀️ but better late then never.

My prompt was supposed to be on the 3rd of December and Michael Bublé's It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, so I decided to write for Henry on this occasion.

Hope you'll like it.

Warnings: fluff, too much sweetness I guess

Words: 562

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look at the five and ten, it's glistening once again

With candy canes and silver lanes that glow

The snow had just been coming down, blanketing the world in a white powdery layer. Henry was happy to finally be home again - and just in time for Christmas. Y/N had decorated every little nook in the house and he could imagine the kids helping along the way. 

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

As silent as he could be, the dark haired actor opened the front door, smiling at the large holly wreath she put there and hearing the kids singing off key to the Christmas songs. 

"A pair of Hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben

Dolls that'll talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen

And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again."

Allie sang, hopping along to the rhythm with Kal watching her carefully so he could get away from her trampling feet while Toby helped his mom cut out the Christmas cookies and put them onto the baking tray. 

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well

It's the sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow." 

Henry smiled at the squeals that left his children's lips when he sang along to Michael Bublé's version. Running over to their father the twins clung to his legs, grinning up at him as they chattered away about their day and how happy they were that he was finally back home. 

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Soon the bells will start

And the thing that'll make 'em ring is the carol that you sing

Right within your heart

Y/N leaned against the counter waiting her turn to get greeted by her better half along with their loyal four-legged companion. After the kids were satisfied with their welcome they went back to their tasks before Daddy had interrupted them with his homecoming. 

"I'm so glad to be home again." he mumbled softly against her lips as he drew Y/N in for a longing kiss. It had been months since he felt her softness against him and he definitely would enjoy the time being home for Christmas. "You've gone all out this time with the decorations."

Lightly brushing her fingers against his stubbled cheek, his wife grinned at him. "Your kids wanted you to be able to find your way home, meaning they put lights in every window and door we have. Poor Kal nearly got tangled up in all the cables."

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

"Sure, it's Christmas once more." he sang the last line of the song, nuzzling his face into the crook of his wife's neck and lovingly scratching Kal's head. 

It definitely was looking a lot like Christmas and he couldn't wait to see his children's eyes glowing come Christmas morning. 

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