#some songs I listen to while drawing him 🤍

[bludpudding]

MANEATER - a corinthian playlist

Maneater - Nelly Furtado

Dream Machine - Des Rocs

Born to Lose - Des Rocs

Church Outfit - Poppy

AMERICAN HORROR SHOW - Snow Wife

Novocaine - Fall Out Boy

Boogeyman - Dead Posey

Take A Slice - Glass Animals

What Makes A Good Man? - The Heavy

Mr. Fear - SIAMES

Lonely is the Muse - Halsey

Trapdoor - twenty one pilots . sorry for this one in advance

[yuutasdream]

hobbies : listening to music and reading (while it rains outside :3)

sexuality : straight female (?)

characters i love : yuuta, choso and higuruma <3

Yuta cherished every moment he had with you at home, especially after his exhausting schedule. He wanted to make you feel special and comfortable, so he prepared some tea and matching pjs for you. He knew how much you liked them, and he thought they were the cutest thing ever. He also played some songs for you on his ukulele, making your heart flutter with his tender voice. You snuggled up to him on the couch, feeling his arms around you and his breath on your neck. You felt so safe and happy in his embrace, later that night you fell asleep in his arms, dreaming of him and your future together.

Choso had a special gift for you. He knew how much you enjoyed listening to music, and he wanted to share his feelings with you through songs. He gifted you CDs of your favorite artists and of some Playlists that reminded him of you and decorated it with a cute sticker. He also knew that you were a bookworm, and that you had been searching for a specific book for a long time. He was so happy when he saw it in the bookstore, and he didn't hesitate to buy it for you. He wrapped both the CDs and the book in colorful paper and gave them to you with a loving expression. You were ecstatic and couldn't believe how thoughtful he was. You kissed him gently on the lips, then hugged him warmly, feeling his skip a beat.

Higuruma and you were enjoying a lovely walk in the park when the sky suddenly opened up and poured rain. You both ran for cover, laughing and holding hands, with his jacket over your head. You reached his car and got inside, shivering and wet. He turned on the heater and smiled at you. You smiled back and leaned over to draw a heart on the foggy window. He kissed you softly and whispered in your ear. "I love you, rain or shine." You cuddled up to him and felt his warm embrace. It was the best date ever.

Thank you for joining 🤍

Event status: closed

[obsolescent]

I lovee all are of the dust a lot (I reread it for this and it hit me just as much!!) so I would LOVE to hear what u thought while writing it🥰 especially this part bc AAA

Oh lord Em…. The way I just dropped to my knees reading what I wrote again… Sit down and get comfortable 🛋️

The soul of Ethel Cain reached into the depths of my being and wrenched All Are of The Dust out of me while I was listening to this song of her’s (specifically the second half of the song)

The lines “Please, don't love how I need you / And know that one day, you and I could be okay,” are ones that resonate throughout this.

I was like let me try my hand at writing angst, let me dip my toes in. At first, like you with 505, I had become uninspired with it before I had even wrote anything down. But I sat and dug through my mind, and motivation struck with the Preacher’s Daughter album.

Southern gothic imagery galore, it’s what I had been envisioning for this piece. I was like, this is what I needed! So I thought of this world, where you and Leon had grown up together, the trailer park not too far from the orphanage, inseparable in and outside of school, twin flames who found one another so early in life and refuse to be separated.

This was also meant to be for someone who is trans in some way, hence the part where he suggests moving to a bigger city, that you would find more people like yourself. I did leave it ambiguous though, but that’s the theme that’s interlaced with the story. He knows how hard it was for you growing up, and having been there the whole time and being your favorite listener, he knows you best. He wants you to flourish and knows you’ve been hindered by your childhood.

As a child, he knew there wasn’t much he could do to keep you safe from adults, their words like the worst paper cut to skin. Especially from a so called “loved one” who was supposed to have been someone who rallied behind you, not join the opposing party. Leon intends to make good on his word and keep his promise, if you’ll let him.

He wants to save you from that god forsaken town, leave it all behind and start anew. He never wants you away from his side for long, but he also knows just how scared you are, how terrifying change can be to someone, having to go through it when he lost his parents at such a young age. You, on the other hand, also know that if you agree to leave, finding yourself in a new place, the independence you had gained would vanish. No familiar buildings or signs nor faces, regardless of how rude they could be. You having to depend on someone once more, no matter how much they mean to you, has you digging your nails into your palms enough to draw blood, a scream bubbling up inside.

Leon would never push you into something that you’re not completely behind, so he’ll let you make your decision on your own. He knows you need time to mull it over, let you have your time with your thoughts. Though, he feels unsettled by the feeling that’s stirring in his gut, for the one answer he dreads to hear.

I do have it to where there’s two ways this can end. I won’t go much into detail here for the fact that I have much planned for it, but this really did inspire me to pick this story back up.

Thank you, Em, for wanting to hear my rambling and wanting an analysis on my work, we both share in the brain rot that is Leon Kennedy 🧡🤝🤍

[crescenthistory]

Hii! Congratulations on 2k followers!! Can I have a interpret?

My favourite song is Lana from Kamaitachi (brazilian singer, btw, but his musics are really good), I love reading romance books, specifically, and watching documentaries about criminal cases. I'm almost always listening to music and I draw sometimes (used to be a big hobby for me in adolescence). I study nursing but I intend to do a literature college in the futire and be a writer. I'm the eldest daughter between 3 kids (two girls + one boy) and I'm 22 years old. I am more introverted and often "shy", and I don't like to go out that much. I write poetry and music when I need to distract myself, and I dance sometimes. I know portuguese, english, spanish and a little french, but I want to learn more languages.

That's all, sorry if I said too much (?), anyway, tchauzinho!

hi darling, thank you for the love<3 not at all too much xx

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i will INTERPRET for angestrawberries

carina's 2k celebration

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for the boys, i believe you would be a great match for remus lupin!

you are reserved but levelheaded and incredibly bright. you've got your head screwed on straight but are not afraid to revel in the arts and the dreamery of it all. i believe you would be perfect company for remus because you seem to be kindred spirits in terms of your interests and energies. a beautiful balance would be achieved between the two of you because you would be able to see every part of each other instead of just one. remus would not limit you to just nursing or just literature, he would thoroughly enjoy engaging with you on both topics equally. he could teach you welsh and you could teach him portuguese; he would tell you about his favourite classics and you would gush about your romance novels. a quiet night where you take turns playing your favourite music as he knits and you draw, or where you have some documentary on in the background while you cuddle and giggle sound just about perfect for him.

as for the girls, i think mary macdonald would love every bit about you.

she is a whimsical girl with a lot of heart, and you have the kind of well-roundedness that just exudes loveliness and would attract mary like a fly to a lamp. she would see you reading, drawing or dancing and immediately approach you, wanting to learn more and engage with you. she is very passion-oriented, so the fact that you have so many interests you hold dear to your heart would be so intriguing to her. the two of you could sit and talk for hours probably, both teaching and learning from each other. mary is also a recovering introvert (from being tossed into a wizarding world she had no idea about at age 11), so she would both have a deep understanding for any reservations you have, while also knowing when to push your shyness and help you grow. she is big on holding hands and spending quality time together, and it sounds like you would be able to give her just that. 🤍

[liulans]

Teeny tiny Wangxian AU drabble for Wei Wuxian's birthday 🎂 🥳 🥰

rating: G / w/c: 1724 / lots of fluff 🤍

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Lan Wangji has been told that he isn't particularly friendly, by several people, in fact. That is fine — he's incredibly picky with who he spends his time with; where he expends his social energy. He's not particularly interested in gaining new friends. Acquaintances, perhaps, kept firmly at arm's length.

But if he is not friendly, somebody should probably explain what he has done so right to wind up with, single-handedly, the greatest best friend anybody could ever ask for. His best friend, sitting on his couch, wearing his pyjamas, while deliberating over matching Halloween costumes.

"Hey, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian says, eyes glazed over with something pleasant, the light of his phone pailing next to the bright of his eyes. "What about Joker and Harley Quinn?—actually, no, that's a toxic dynamic. We could do, like, Barbie and Ken?—like, that rollerblading scene? Actually, I can't rollerblade and you'd have to carry me everywhere."

"Mn," Lan Wangji says, just to show he's listening. These ideas are fine, but there's a certain difficulty in picking out costumes on the actual day. And that's without mentioning that he's aware Wei Wuxian is skirting around another separate topic here.

They wind up opting for cutting eye-holes into some of Lan Wangji's old bedsheets. To draw little mouths onto them. Wei Wuxian's is adorned with a big, happy smile, while Lan Wangji's is more of a straight line.

"This is so cute. You're so cute, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian had said, and so, that was that.

They have something of a tradition every year. First of all, they'll head out to dinner, wherein Wei Wuxian will make up some elaborate story about how they're 'celebrating their wedding anniversary', usually because that gets them a free bottle of cheap wine — a couple of extra side dishes for Lan Wangji.

And then Lan Wangji will find a time to tack on the fact that it is, in fact, also Wei Wuxian's birthday, much to Wei Wuxian’s protest. But that will earn them a free slice of cake to share, so who's winning here?

Today, they've opted to go to some Sichuanese restaurant, because Wei Wuxian is a maverick who loves spice — and he's lovely enough to spend five minutes scraping the sauce from Lan Wangji's mapo tofu. It is still a little too spicy for his tastes, but Wei Wuxian uses the remaining spicy sauce as a dipping condiment, and that smile on his face is all that matters, really.

He does, in fact, get his free bottle of wine, not quite the bottom of the barrel, but the next one up in the weirdly determined hierarchy of fermented beverages. He gets a free slice of cake, too, and much to his embarrassment, ends up with the dining room staring at him, singing Happy Birthday.

He shoots Lan Wangji a look that perhaps says something vaguely threatening like 'wait until it's your birthday'. But when the room stumbles over his name mid-song ("happy birthday dear…uh, you…"), the vibrant fit of laughter he twists into is more than worth it.

"I hope everything was to your liking," the waiter says, stacking empty plates and bowls strategically atop his arm. "I hope we have made this day special for the two of you."

Wei Wuxian smiles, something big and shining. "It's perfect. We'll come back here on his birthday, right sweetie?" Lan Wangji blanches. They do this every year — it is tradition, and yet, he doesn't think he'll ever be used to that. "Hold a table aside for us for January. We're gonna have to blow his mind."

"I see." The waiter has a kind smile, even as his gaze flickers between them. "Don't worry, just call ahead of time and we'll keep a table for you. And may I just say, the two of you make a lovely couple. Oh, to be young and in love again. I see the way you two look at each other."

"Oh," says Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji will dissolve right here, right in this seat. He will dissolve into the ground and let earth's crust break and swallow him up. "Ha ha haha. Yeah, we've known each other a long time. It was inevitable, y'know?"

"Ah, inevitable lovers. And on your birthday, no less. You've got yourself a romantic, young man."

"Ahah, yeah," Wei Wuxian casts Lan Wangji an apologetic gaze that lingers just a little too long. "He really is. He's the best."

The best. Lan Wangji has heard that many times. It often drips from Wei Wuxian's tongue, prompted by any manner of actions that Lan Wangji would deem to be wholly normal, instinctive, even. Picking Wei Wuxian up from work, holding a blanket around his shoulders when the cold hits, diligently holding his hand at fancy restaurants to get that free wine.

It is good, he thinks, to be someone who Wei Wuxian considers to be 'the best'. An honourable feat indeed.

"Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian's eyes are glimmering, grey painted pink by the sunset. He suits golden hour very well. "Mind holding the bag a little while? You're better at maintaining the integrity of take-out boxes."

Lan Wangji, of course, agrees. And if it's because he wants to watch a very giddy Wei Wuxian shuck a bed sheet over his head and proceed to bounce in place, making all sorts of silly "boooo" sounds— well, that's for Lan Wangji to think about.

Wei Wuxian is tentative as he drapes the other sheet over Lan Wangji's body. He's comically stiff, and Wei Wuxian laughs about it, bright and airy.

Their hands find each other again. And then they're walking out into the rapidly darkening evening, joining the hoards of haphazardly costumed passers-by.

"Hey," Wei Wuxian says after a while. It feels as though they've walked the whole block, just talking, occasionally pausing to paw at a bit of cake. Lan Wangji dips beneath Wei Wuxian's sheet to press a small slab of icing to his lips. "Thank you for doing this. Like, every year. It's a big act to keep up with, but you pretend we're married, and you're so convincing about it."

"It is your birthday," Lan Wangji replies, as though that much is obvious. He's a little muffled beneath the sheet. "It is no hardship for me." I love you, is what he means. "I know. That you do not enjoy your birthday. So I hope— that this is enjoyable regardless."

He's stared at for a long moment, Wei Wuxian's gaze flitting over his face. Lan Wangji is very aware of himself; how it's been so many years, and his expression must be growing easier to read. "It's always enjoyable. Like, we're just hanging out, and it's still the most fun."

"Wei Ying, it is your birthday. I wish to celebrate you."

That makes Wei Wuxian falter, just a little bit. They have this conversation at least once a year. "I know. You're too good, you know? Wait—it's hard to be real with you when we're dressed like this. But like, seriously—"

He's cut off by the sound of fireworks, rising and bursting overhead. He swings around, utterly engrossed in the millions of trickles of colour shooting across the sky. Lan Wangji can only stare at him.

The both of them lift up their bedsheets, half draped over their heads, practically capes now.

And because Wei Wuxian looks so happy, is rendered so silent, Lan Wangji - without thinking one bit - swings forward. Whispers softly. "Happy birthday, Wei Ying."

He isn't sure Wei Wuxian hears it at first, but then the palm flush against his own adjusts, fingers intertwining instead. Wei Wuxian is gazing over his face then, flickering down and up. Down again; up again.

"I'm—gonna kiss you, okay?" He says, looking smaller. "Lan Zhan, you're gonna have to say no quickly if you don't want—"

Lan Wangji surges forwards, in spite of himself. Their hands part only to allow their arms to circle into an embrace. Wei Wuxian's mouth is soft, and it's so easy to sink into it. So easy to forget the sounds of people cheering, their oohs and ahhs; the intermittent pop of fireworks scattering across the sky. It's so, so easy.

They kiss like that for a while, bodies slowly swaying side to side, as though listening to some far-off music, somewhere. But then Wei Wuxian is smiling — Lan Wangji feels the curve of his mouth before he feels the teeth that follow. And when he opens his eyes, the sight before him is so bright, so colourful, so much more even than the sky.

"Lan Zhan. Lan Wangji." Wei Wuxian says that, and nothing else. His eyes are scrunched into delightful crescents, his lips pink. They look like messes, both of them, with their costumes strewn so carelessly over their backs.

Lan Wangji repeats, just to make it known. "Happy birthday. Wei Ying. I hope that you have felt celebrated today. Wanted."

"Are you kidding me? Every year my birthday is the best, better than everyone else's. Because you're a massive sap and you're so good. So good. I— Lan Zhan, let's go home, okay? Let's watch a movie or something. Oh! And let's kiss some more? That was good, you are really good."

Lan Wangji finds his mouth again, a chaste press of lips. It's chilly with the cold, but he feels so warm inside. But then, he nods. "Wei Ying can have anything he wants."

"Best birthday ever." Wei Wuxian whispers to himself. Lan Wangji secretly starts making notes to make next year even better.

And little does Wei Wuxian know that when they get back, there's even more cake waiting for him. A delivery of brushes, inks, and paper he'd mentioned he'd wanted in passing. A big jar of aged wine hidden in the closet. A ticket to redeem a visit to the zoo.

Lan Wangji will add a spare set of keys to that list. Wei Wuxian practically spends all his time there anyway. Maybe next year, he'll propose. If this all goes well.

(It does. He proposes next year. Married the year after that. Wei Wuxian deserves to remember his birthday as a day of celebration.

Those dinners they share each year are genuine after that. Happy Birthday, Wei Ying. Happy anniversary, Wei Ying. I love you, Wei Ying.)

[allthingsfook]

hiiiii! ❤️ Can I get a ship?

I am 5'5 almost 5'6. I have one hazel eye and one very dark brown eye. And I have blond hair. I'm a little on the thicker side.

I love going out and doing things like thrifting, going to antique shops, going to mom and pop diners, going to museums, looking at old houses, or just simply going nowhere, listening to music.

I love animals. I have 2 dogs. One is named Buddy Blue. He's a mix. And the other is named Oliver. He's a Yorkie.

I love drawing and doing useless crafts. I love watching movies and learning the whole script so I can talk along with the characters. I play the bass and piano.

I have one tattoo. I plan on getting more.

Thanks!

Also can you add an nsfw headcanon? If that's okay.

Of course you may!!!! And skipping down to the bottom….. I absolutely can include some explicit context to it 👍👍 that is what I do best 😂

I ship you with….

Josh 🤍

Being around the same height, he’d be able to look straight into your gorgeous eyes and melt for you. He’d be OBSESSED with your different colored eyes. You’d often catch him drifting off into your gaze. Your cheeks would rose over and shrink into your surroundings. Josh wouldn’t let you hide your beauty from him tho. He’d pull you into his arms and make his point.

“You are exactly, precisely, and perfectly you,” he’d coo. “You are what I crave.”

He take your face in his hands, flash his chocolate eyes and embrace your lips in a passionate kiss. As Josh keeps super busy, a fiery moment like this quickly escalates to more. His hands would roam over your curvaceous body. Squeezing your chest and ass, and grinding your hips into his core. He’d whimper into your mouth as he grows hard in his pants…..

While he’s home, I could easily see the both of you enjoying thrifting, movies, sight seeing, crafting, dining, drawing, and escaping into the adventure of music on the road! As Josh has said before, he’s a troubadour… always on the move….taking advantage of the time he has on earth. With that being said, I could imagine the both of you slipping out of east Nashville and head toward the hills. Sadly, I have to say Josh would likely be a huge aux hog and you’d be forced to listen to whatever he’s into at the moment.

Once you arrive to tour impromptu oasis, he’d waste zero time laying you out in the middle of nature to worship your body. He’d insist on spending hours touching you…kissing, sucking, nipping at your skin…massaging your curves….pulsing in and out of you. Not stopping until the sun sinks behind the hills and darkness masks his view. Only then he’d pull you inside and continue to obsess over you, but in less obvious ways. He’d constantly dissociate, envisioning you towering over him while you ride his cock; gorgeous tits bouncing rhythmically as you fuck yourself on him…..

After a late evening packed with a homemade meal, a few rounds of euchre (a piece of his midwest childhood he carries with him), as long winded discussion, the both of you would resort to the bedroom. You’d settle into the cozy bed, thinking Josh would be satisfied with the attention he’d given you throughout the day, but that thought is interrupted by his hips bucking into your backside. You’d roll your eyes and turn toward him to inquire further. He’d just shoot you a shit grin, and not being able to refuse him, you’d chuckle. There’s his invitation! He’d shoot out of bed and escort the dogs, shutting the door behind them; something he’d insist on… dogs out during sexy time 😂 Being the softie he his, as soon as you both orgasm and settle back down, Buddy and Oliver scramble back in and claim their spots for the night!!!

Well!! I think I got really carried away, so hopefully this isn’t too much! But you did ask for NSFW 😂😂 per usual, I LOVE to hear back from you guys after you are able to read the ships…. I especially wanna hear what you think since you are the first to specifically ask for an explicit ship!

I am including a collage and song for a little razzle dazzle 😂

[marimayscarlett]

Thank you for tagging me in your really beautifully worded post, @woodswallow! I relate to a lot you said, especially about last year. It was the worst year in my existence, and the Rammstein situation really crushed me additionally.

While I don't know a lot about Die Ärzte or Farin as a person and artist, him and his band were omnipresent when I grew up. Their songs were funny, sometimes biting, and managed to humorously draw attention to things and provoke thought - and they still do. Because of this, I’ve always had the impression that Farin is a very thoughtful, intelligent person who stands for his opinions and convictions in a genuine way, without forgetting to have fun.

It means a lot to me that Farin publicly supports Flake in his solo project, both musically and in the video. Rammstein has always had a difficult time in Germany, a position that has worsened in certain circles over the past year - particularly among those who refuse to fully inform themselves or engage in nuanced, moderate discussions about things. Farin's support is so important because he openly stands by his friend Flake.

Some Die Ärzte fans take issue with this and now criticize Farin, and I truly wonder if it wouldn’t be more appropriate to trust an adult to know what they’re doing and who they’re supporting - especially someone who has consistently demonstrated thoughtfulness in the past. But well, after last year I'm not surprised that some people like to scream rather than to think and listen.

Wie schon gesagt: Danke dir, Farin 🤍

Why Farin Urlaub's support for Flake means so much to me

Had a short conversation with @marimayscarlett about that topic that made me realize something...so here you have a little personal post about my thoughts and feelings about that collab between Flake and Farin Urlaub (member of the german band Die Ärzte).

I loved die Ärzte from my childhood, my older brother introduced me to them. I started loving them and becoming an active fan around the age of...14 maybe (I'm now 36). Farin was always my favourite member. I was a die-hard fan for many, many years, went to several concerts, watched every bit of them on television, listened to their interviews, read everything I found about them. Especially about Farin. For me, he's one of the most intelligent people I "know". I love his views on things, value his opinions, admire his openess, his modesty, his creativity, his very balanced opinions. He reads and travels a lot, and it definitely shows. I would love to meet him and just listen to his storys. I really, really admire him as a person. He had a huge impact on my life as a teen, he also formed my inner moral compass. He's for example the reason why I never got into drinking alcohol (took a sip here and there, but gladly never started). My fan-fire for Die Ärzte has cooled down and made room for Rammstein, but I still am a huge fan of the man himself.

When that Row-Zero shit started last year, needless to say, I was devastated. My fan bubble was about to burst, I had a huuuuge moral conflict, as I'm sure most of us had. Was it still OK to like this band? To visit their concerts? To listen to their music? To write fanfiction about them? After many (!!!) conversations, read articles, listened podcasts and more conversations I decided that, YES, I can still enjoy this band without betraying myself and my moral compass. Till Lindemann doesn't equal Rammstein. The whole band surely has some sort of responsibility for what happened. But for me this was/is not a reason to turn my back on them. I heard (via youtube-videos from concerts) that Die Ärzte made some comments on that topic during their shows in 2023, they made some (bad) jokes about it. All in all, it was such a hard time with many hard discussions and difficult feelings.

I had to heal after this.

Now seeing Farin Urlaub, probably my most beloved celebrity, hero of my teenage-years and sculptor of my moral compass making a song and a video together with Flake, member of the ostracized band Rammstein....this really, really feels incredible. It's like an official OK, that my decision to stick with this band and to still love them is okay.

Seeing that Farin Urlaub obviously can differentiate between all the accusations, the accused persons, the band, the media...that he formed his own opinion and decided that it's okay to collab with him...this feels like healing to me. As I said, I have a very high opinion on Farin Urlaub. So seeing this sign from him makes me sooo incredibly happy and relieved. Obviously there's a shitstorm going on in the guestbook on Farin Urlaub's webpage - many people are disappointed by him.

I myself am very, very grateful and happy.

Danke Farin <3

Thank you so much if you really read that whole post :-* (screenshot by @mann-gegen-mann-in-real-life

[obetrolncocktails]

give me 77 with sam from that prompt list bestie 😤😤🤍🤍 ily

I had a lot of fun writing this one, bestie!! I hope you die and go to heaven, while I go to hell for this! @mywaysooon

Prompt: "I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Pairing: Sammy Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI!! My blog is 18+ only. No real warnings, just sexy foreplay(?).

Word Count: 918

The sun has set, leaving yours and Sammy’s bedroom cast in the glow a lone candle, spraying dancing light upon the walls. Humidity clung to the air in the room, the door of the bathroom left cracked enough to send ribbons of visible steam through the opening. As you lay reading, you can hear Sammy humming along to some folk song you didn’t know. You draw your focus back to the pages, but find yourself re-reading the same sentences over and over, the chance of you taking in any of the story already long gone.

Just as you give up reading for the evening, you see the bathroom door opening. Silently, you peer above the spine of your book to see Sammy walking into the bedroom, head bobbing to the music playing softly from his phone. A white towel is wrapped around his waist, neatly knotted on his side. Beads of water drip from the length of his hair, landing upon his chest and the tops of his shoulders. You watch as he absently reaches a hand upward to flip the drenched pieces back upon his head, his hand moving to rub the drips from his face. Looking up from a moment, he meets your gaze, offering you the name-brand smile that never fails to flip you upside down in more ways than one. You find the familiar heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck and cheeks, your own body betraying you as you are caught imagining what the next few minutes /could/ look like. “You okay?” he says as he strides to his night stand, pulling a small-tooth comb from one of the drawers. He drags it through his hair, following with a hand to smooth his hair. “Y-yeah, totally, I was just curious to what you were listening to. I also got distracted,” you mutter, lifting the book to show him. “There’s no use, my eyes are crossing anyway.”

You can tell that Sammy knows that you are full of shit, his lips are drawn in a smug smile as he listens to you, the corners curling more and more upward as you continue to banter aimlessly. He comes to sit at the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the towel, absorbed in a string of youtube videos, none of which you really cared about. “What are you watching,” you ask, trying to start a conversation. “He briefly looks up at you, before returning to the screen. “Oh..it’s nothing, just a bitchin’ cover of “Picasso Blue” that I’ve been listening to.” You have no idea what that was, but entertain him anyway. You sit up and re-adjust closer to him, looking over his shoulder to see the video of a band playing live in a studio, the singer’s smoky voice demanding attention. “Mm, those guitar riffs are like butter,” he says, lifting a hand in the air, his fingers fluttering in pattern, mimicking the fret placement of the music. “And the singer? We could only wish to sound that soulful,” he muses, absorbed completely.

After the song is over, I notice as he chooses another recommended video, which annoys me. How dare he stroll in here looking /that/ sexy only to ignore me the entire time? After a moment, you get an idea and calmly rise from the bed and walk to the bathroom, a particularly sexy babydoll sleep dress tucked in your arm. When you are dressed, you slip back into the room, the outfit hidden beneath the cover of a sateen robe. You climb on the bed once more, releasing your hair from its ponytail to sweep over your shoulders. You sidle up to Sammy, wrapping your arms around him. Your plan is foiled; he pays no mind to you...you are now becoming more upset and needy, but you didn’t want to admit it. Instead, you resort to prodding him in the side with the stiffness of your pointer finger.

“Aye! Shit, that hurts,” he sputters, pulling his attention up to you. “Good,” you say haughtily. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention,” you continue, attacking him with both pointer fingers, jabbing all-over into the softness of his skin. In swift motion, he flips the phone upon the mattress and tackles you, his hands finding your most sensitive spots, his fingers tickling you. “No, Sammy, Please! I’m not ticklish,” you lie. “Fucking bullshit,” he chides, diving back into your sides as you pitch to the left and right in a fit of unbridled giggles and squeals. As your laughter meanders into breathlessness, You feel Sammy take your face in his hands, dissolving all of your worry and frustration with the tender touch of his lips. He guides you back to the mattress so that you are lying on your back. “You’re so sexy when you’re touch-deprived,” he whispers against your lips. “I saw you looking at me, I just needed you to work for it, that’s all,” he says, lifting a thumb to your bottom lip, dragging it achingly slow across. Wordlessly, his attention moves from your lips to your neck and on down, your composure dissolving into nothingness as the evening collapses into one of curious expectation. “You’re an ass,” you hum as his lips wander upon your skin, the spontaneity of the moment sending you into oblivion.

[bludpudding]

DESTROYA - a donald pierce playlist

DESTROYA - My Chemical Romance

Tomorrow’s Money - My Chemical Romance

F.T.W.W.W. - My Chemical Romance

I Spit On Your Grave - ZAND

World Eater - Ashnikko

Cheerleader - Ashnikko

MUD - Dorothy

Black Wedding (feat. Rob Halford) - In This Moment

Bullet With Butterfly Wings - Palaye Royale cover

Maybe, I - Des Rocs

Gasoline (Live from Los Angeles) - Halsey

1121 - Halsey

[yuutasdream]

Hobbies: Drawing, Animating, reading and writing

Sexuality: Non-binary Bi

Characters that I adore: Yuta, Toge and Megumi (is it okay for a platonic one for Megumi? I'm older than him but older than Yuta and Toge for like a year)

You were thrilled when Toge invited you to the park for a reading date. You loved books and so did he. You brought your favorite novel and he brought his. You sat on a bench under a shady tree and opened your books. But after a while, you noticed that he was not turning the pages. You looked at him and saw that he had fallen asleep, his head resting on your shoulder. You smiled and gently stroked his hair. He looked so peaceful and cute. You decided to let him rest for a bit, but later on you suggested to go for a walk. While walking in the beautiful nature he picked some flowers for you making a small bouquet and then played with a cat he found. He was always so sweet and playful. You leaned your head on his leaving small kisses on his lips.

You felt sorry for Megumi, your best friend who had no valentine this year. You knew he was feeling lonely and left out, so you decided to surprise him with a visit. You brought some books and your iPad, hoping to cheer him up with some fun activities. You suggested that you could animate some of your favorite scenes from the books, and he agreed. You watched him as he sketched and colored on the iPad, and you couldn't help but smile. He was so cute and talented, and you enjoyed spending time with him. You wondered if he felt the same way about you.

Yuta and you had a wonderful date as you would describe it. You both spent the afternoon listening to music and painting together. He has such a good taste in songs and a creative mind. You loved seeing his brush strokes on the canvas, expressing his emotions and thoughts. He also complimented your painting and how you looked so adorable. In the evening, both of you cuddled on the couch and read your favorite books. He read some passages from his book and you did the same. Then you both shared your opinions and insights on the stories and characters. He kissed you softly on the forehead and said he was happy to be around you. You felt the same way. It was a perfect day.

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