#that boy starin into your SOUL

[hopelessbromantic3652]

sasuke givin you the criminal offensive side eye

snsmonth day 2: possessive

[cedar-sunshine]

fucked up space horror touched by divinity unholy creature dude x his punk trans boyfriend

[sleep-0-deprived]

⋆˚࿔Brahms Heelshire thoughts~!𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Taglist: @asher-is-hotxp @unstab1eperson2 @kimisbunny @yyuinaa @silvern1006

A/N: jus some thoughts N’ personal feels bout one of ma fav boys, N’ written specifically for @creepy141dollie <33

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Personally I like thinkin Brahms S’ a big Ol baby, he’s touch starved at’ death N’ when you’re his new baby sitter all he can wonder as’ why’re you a boy? Where’s his nanny at…he’s silent as always creeping through in the walls just watchin the way you do things- he can’t deny how good ya are at all tha domestic stuff, house hubby material S’ what he first thought when he seen ya. You’re a sassy man he can tell that much bout you from the way you scold him and push out your bottom lip when lookin up at him, he doesn’t know how you made it past his old fashioned parents- maybe ya charms work on everyone.

Brahms S’ a total creep, he gives no privacy he stalks ya like a dog, he lurks even when ya ask him not to, he is obsessed all tha time- his infatuation holds no bounds N’ he isn’t afraid T’ watch your most intimate moments in tha shower or when you touch ya’self, Brahms hates when you lecture him, talkin bout how you wont let his cock near you sayin stuff like, “I only reward good boys” even tho knowin you, you’d start T’ feel bad N’ give into him by the end of the night— how could ya not with the way he begs you, his voice cracks N’ you can practically feel his tears behind that porcelain mask.

Bein his babysitter means giving up your life- he’s crazy N’ he’s toxic for you but you can’t bring yourself to leave him…you jus feel bad- he holds you an’ praises you like a god when he wants but he screams N’ throw fits over you when he’s upset— Y’ know you should runaway but you jus can’t- you’re in too far now anyway S’ why even bother to try N’ leave him? Ever since you took that job everything feels cold- the air, Your body N’ it’s all porcelain like, just like his mask. You used T’ love shopping but the most you do is go out into town T’ pick up groceries then ya go back to Brahms…that house has made you isolated from th’ world N’ Brahms doesn’t care at all, he jus wants you to himself.

Brahms is a manipulator, he uses your soft spots to get his ways, he promises all ya wanna hear jus to get you T’ stay. Brahms acts all innocent like he isn’t tha reason for your change in personality N’ he isn’t the reason you’re starting T’ slowly lose that sass, he’s worn ya down into a tired parent like person. Brahms uses his tears T’ wrap you around his finger knowin you can’t resist the way he clings to you like a god, Brahms worships the ground you walk on when you give him what he wants which is to ultimately have you forever.

Brahms S’ pent up all the time, sneakin off into your room when he needs tha love, not Carin bout anything jus getting your shorts down enough T’ shove his dick in ya while you sleepily hiss into the pillows whining bout how he’s bein rough- Brahms whimpers- he try’s ta be quiet but when your hole sucks him back N’ he loses it like a puppy poutin and moaning away on top of you clutching onto you hard while his hips erratically fuck you in ya sheets

Brahms fav position is cowgirl tho it should probably be cowboy W’ you on top- your hand gripping his shoulders working up N’ down taking his cock with ease while his eyes hold contact W’ yours- his breath is shaky N’ he can’t control how weak he feels but somethin bout his fave being covered starin into your soul the whole time has ya buckin down on his cock wildly “please- please, I need you, only you- just you- please” your body melted when those words left his mouth oh so pathetically- how could this be the same man who broke you down? How could he.. before you know it his semen S’ floodin inside you filling ya all full.

[darkseidex]

HEARTBEAT

WC: 2k!

warnings: slightly suggestive in some areas. she/her pronouns in use. OC used not y/n. POC reader in mind, but welcome to all! Daddy issues (fuck Lu’s dad fr ) fluff! Merry Christmas y'all! this is my gift to you!

The Five Times Luella and Austin fell deeper in love with each other.

Love was a frightening phenomenon for Luella—the idea of letting someone know her so deeply, more intimately than she knew herself. It was terrifying to imagine her heartbeats no longer belonging to her alone but becoming shared, intertwined with someone else’s. The thought triggered her fight-or-flight response, making her tense and guarded. Yet, with Austin, love didn’t feel like ‘falling’ at all. It felt like walking into it, steady and sure, his hand securely in hers. With him, she was fully aware of where they were headed and how far they had already come.

1. The A4 canvas rested on her lap, the scent of spice and warmth filling their shared home, wrapping them in an embrace even cosier than the blanket draped over her legs. The TV murmured in the background, playing whatever show Austin had put on for ambience. Peeking up from her painting, she watched him—his focus unbroken, the slight crinkle of his brows softening his otherwise sharp features. His lips were pursed as he worked, occasionally pausing to steal sips from her wine glass. He always turned the glass to the exact spot where she had last sipped as if ensuring the ghostly touch of her lips lingered on his.

"Keep starin’, and I’ll think I’ve grown a second head, baby," he teased, his voice slightly hoarse, deeper from disuse.

She grinned at him, her reply a soft, "Can’t help it."

Can’t help it around you. Do you have any idea how completely you’ve undone me? How you’ve taken my heart and made it yours? Do you know how your touch alone soothes my deepest aches?

The questions swirled in her mind, unspoken. She knew he’d treasure every word, but the vulnerability they carried held her back. Instead, she took a sip of wine, letting its bitterness dull the truths aching to escape. Returning her attention to the canvas, she smiled to herself. The stick figure she was painting—complete with Austin’s bright blue eyes—was a far cry from the man sitting across from her, but she’d find a way to pass it off as him nonetheless.

2. It had been several months since Masters of the Air had wrapped and about two weeks since Austin had last heard from Luella. He knew she meant no harm; sometimes, she simply got too engrossed in her next role. The perfectionist in her would take over, pulling her into the character until there was little room for anything else. Austin had tried his best to dissuade her from diving too deep, understanding firsthand how hard it was to find your way back to reality. But he knew her well enough to know his words had likely fallen on deaf ears.

That’s why he now found himself wandering the aisles of Whole Foods, carefully selecting groceries for both of them. He smiled to himself as he reached the frozen food section, his eyes landing on a plain Margherita pizza—her favourite. It was a choice that had faced relentless flack from the boys, and even Austin himself had teased her about it. Yet here he was, bypassing his preferences and sliding it into the cart without hesitation.

Over time, he realized, her tastes had begun to shape his own. Whiskey had started to lose its appeal—the bitterness too sharp, too briny. Instead, he found himself gravitating toward her wines, their flavours ranging from sweet to dry, but somehow always tasting sweeter when shared with her. The warmth in his chest from the alcohol only amplified as he stole kiss after kiss from her lips in the quiet of her home.

Even his mornings had changed. The strong black coffee he used to swear by was now replaced with iced coffee and almond milk—her preference, now his as well. Slowly but surely, Austin’s tastes, his habits, even his soul, were becoming entwined with hers, each reflecting the other in subtle, profound ways.

Ways he could never imagine doing with anyone else. He realised he’d been losing his mind for two weeks, he hadn’t touched her, he hadn’t heard her voice, hadn’t smelt her or seen the way her nose crinkled and twitched when she was focussed on a task at hand, she’d officially made him insane, insane with longing and yearning; a sensation he didn’t mind bearing when it came down to her.

3. The streets of LA buzzed with life, its inhabitants spilling out into the cool night to soak in the city’s endless offerings. Austin and Luella wandered through the chaos, drawn out of bed by sleeplessness and the promise of quiet connection beneath the hum of streetlights.

Austin kept a protective hand on her back, ensuring he walked on the outer side of the pavement. His gaze flicked to her every so often, checking that the oversized hoodie and low-drawn cap concealed her well enough from prying eyes. It was quiet between them—not the kind of silence that begged to be filled, but one steeped in comfort. Every now and then, her thumb brushed against his hand, a small, soothing gesture he’d come to treasure more than words.

“What’s been your happiest memory this year?” she asked, her voice soft but cutting through the stillness with ease.

Austin’s lips curved into a faint smile as he fell into thought—not deeply, not for long. He already knew his answer. He could picture it so clearly, though he doubted he could ever put the depth of it into words.

Meeting her.

Not love at first sight; no, that felt too reckless, too fleeting to describe what they shared. It was something deeper, quieter, more certain. When he’d looked into her eyes for the first time, he’d known. It wasn’t just that he wanted to know her; it was that she already felt like the rest of his life. She looked like love—like sunrises and sunsets, like every soft and beautiful thing he’d ever hoped for but never thought he’d deserve.

“Meeting you,” he answered simply, his voice carrying the weight of every unsaid word.

Luella turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a small smile. She didn’t need more than that. She understood, and her hand found his fully this time, their fingers lacing together as they walked on through the night.

4. Luella hopped up onto the counter, her legs swinging slightly as she settled in, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She watched Austin step between her knees, his hands instinctively resting on her thighs as their sleepy grins mirrored each other. The silk scarf still wrapped her hair, its soft folds framing her face, while Austin adjusted the bath towel around his waist, ensuring it stayed in place—not that either of them truly cared.

The snow had been falling steadily outside, and despite their usual routine of showering together, she’d insisted he hop in first to warm up. Now, with a razor in hand, she was determined to finish what had become an intimate ritual between them.

Squirting a dollop of shaving cream into her palm, she rubbed her hands together to warm it before spreading it carefully along the lower half of his face. She worked methodically, her touch gentle but deliberate, pausing every now and then to ensure the cream coated every angle of his jaw. Once satisfied, she leaned in to press a quick, soft kiss to his lips, her smile lingering as she pulled away.

Austin chuckled, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Hush,” she murmured playfully, grabbing the razor and tilting his chin slightly with her free hand. “Hold still, or you’ll end up with half a beard.”

Her strokes were slow and careful, her concentration absolute as she dragged the blade down in smooth lines. She hummed softly, a gentle tune that filled the cozy quiet of the bathroom. Austin’s eyes remained closed, his trust in her unwavering as she took the reins. It wasn’t just shaving—it was trust, care, and love distilled into the simplest of acts.

“Almost done,” she whispered, her voice as soft and delicate as the snow falling beyond the window.

“Take your time,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering open briefly to meet hers. There was a warmth in his gaze that seemed to melt the cold of the world outside, a contentedness that deepened as his hands found their way to the meat of her thighs. He began kneading them gently, his fingers sliding upward with a mischievous ease as his brows wiggled suggestively.

Luella snorted, the sound bubbling up involuntarily, and Austin’s deep, rumbling chuckle followed, the vibrations resonating between them.

“Wanted to shower with you today,” he said, his tone carrying a note of teasing complaint. He reached behind her to tap the razor against the sink, rinsing it under the warm water before returning it to his face.

Her lips quirked into a grin as she dabbed at his jawline with her thumb, wiping away a stray line of shaving cream. “You’re lucky I let you in there first,” she shot back, her voice light but playful.

“Lucky?” He smirked, leaning in just enough to bring his face closer to hers. “I’d say you’re the lucky one, baby. Got me standing here half-naked and at your mercy.”

“Half-naked?” she scoffed, swatting his shoulder lightly. “You’re practically begging for a snowstorm just to prove how tough you are.”

He laughed, a sound so rich it made her chest tighten with affection, his towel slipping slightly as he reached up to brush a strand of her hair that had escaped the scarf. “Maybe,” he admitted, grinning. “But only if it means you’ll warm me up after.”

Luella rolled her eyes, though the heat rising in her cheeks betrayed her. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he countered, his hands finding her thighs again as he grinned up at her with a look that was entirely too smug. 

5. Luella rested her head on Austin’s chest, his steady heartbeat grounding her in a way nothing else could. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the gentle pitter-patter of rain against the windows. His hands traced soothing patterns along her back, but no amount of tenderness could loosen the deep frown etched into her face or stop the tears threatening to spill.

She fought the oncoming wave of grief, pushing it down into a place she wished she could lock away forever. Memories of her mother surfaced—the strong woman who had raised Luella and her siblings with nothing but grit, determination, and an unshakable desire to see them succeed. Her father, in stark contrast, had been a fleeting presence. He came and went like an unwelcome storm, showing up when it suited him and disappearing when life with her mother got too hard.

It was a cycle that had played out for as long as Luella could remember, ending only with her mother’s death years ago. Even then, he hadn’t bothered to mourn her. She hadn’t been surprised—he never failed to disappoint. And yet, somehow, today he had managed to surprise her in the worst way.

He’d shown up on set, drunk and stumbling, yelling for his “goddamn daughter.” The carefully constructed world of Luella Houston—the three-time Grammy winner, two-time Oscar and Emmy recipient—collapsed in an instant. She was no longer the poised woman at the pinnacle of her career. In that moment, she was just Houston, the little girl who had waited at the door for her father to take her out as he’d promised countless times before.

Her heart clenched as she handed him a roll of hundreds she kept for emergencies and sent him on his way. It was all he wanted, after all. But the exchange left her raw and hollow.

Returning to set, she had pasted on a bright smile, as though the encounter hadn’t gutted her. But the light in her eyes was dimmed, and the weight in her chest was unbearable. Now, nestled in Austin’s arms, the weariness of it all clawed at her soul.

“I’m here,” Austin murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He didn’t press for details, didn’t ask her to explain. He simply held her, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she didn’t have to carry the weight of her grief alone, and he swore to himself it’d be the last time he would see her like this. 

And finally, after hours of holding it all in, the dam broke. Silent tears streaked down her face as she clung to him, her fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt. Austin didn’t say a word, but the strength of his embrace spoke volumes.

He was her anchor in the storm, and for tonight, that was enough. Her carefully constructed walls crumbled, and the first sob of the night wracked through her body, raw and unrestrained. Yet, amidst the pain, she found solace in him.

For the first time, she didn’t have to pick up the pieces alone.

Austin’s arms tightened around her as though he could physically shield her from the weight of her grief. His hands, gentle and unwavering, rubbed soothing circles along her back, grounding her in the safety of his presence. He whispered soft, unintelligible words against her hair, his voice low and steady, the kind of reassurance that didn’t need to be understood to be felt.

The storm inside her raged on, but the chaos began to quiet with each passing moment. She let herself fall into him, into his warmth, into the quiet promise that she wasn’t alone in this—never would be, as long as he was by her side.

[arithestrawberry]

Drunk, and in love.

A very small fluff!

Intro: your drunk at a bar and find a pretty masked man called ghost. You drunk both in love and intoxicated. Shoot your shot!

Afab!reader, intoxication, over all fluff of my boy Simon.😔

Holy shit this bar is empty.. and holy shit your drunk. A group of soldier, or that’s what it seems from their pretty uniforms, masks, and vests. One catches your eye. A masked man with a creepy skull on his mask. And the prettiest fuckin eyes you’ve ever seen on a man.. whiskey brown like the liquor in his glass. holy shit, do you want him now.

He talks to his lads barely laughing seemingly more serious than the rest. You stare, more like gawk.. but how can you not. You’re intoxicated in two different ways and love both. He walks off to the bathroom you’d assume and you follow after. He turns a corner and you lose him. Right at the bathroom doors. Shit! You look around and finally feel hand on your shoulder. Iron grip. You turn around surprised. Only to see that pretty mask you’ve been gawking at. He questions your motives.

“What were you planning. I noticed you starin’ did you think it’d be that easy t—”

You drunkenly cut him off.

“Oh my goosshhh Hii..! SSorrry for staring your like.. realllly pretty.. wait is that rude-? Well. Handssssome!”

Obviously drunk Simon looks at you baffled.. this is now to him. So upfront. So drunk. He can’t help but chuckle, as you stare at him so pround of your confidence, and confession. You go to take a kiss

You hurk at the alcohol in your system making you sick.. and .. you black out. Only to be found awakened with the task force around you.. laugh and talking lively as ever. And a certain some ones jacket on laid pretty on your sleeping shoulders..

“She awake?”

Comes a heavy accent, Scottish maybe..?

“Think so- she did move.”

Says the bearded one.. they all turn to Simon and laugh getting up and walking over to pay their tabs. Simon looks at you as you sleepily look at him ever so slightly blushing. Half remembering what you’d done. Still tipsy, he just stares at you but if you could see his face a small smile would be there. You lean up. Apologizing for what you’d done and handing him his coat.

“Where ya goin’? Think you can kiss and run love?”

He stares into what feels like you soul.. then you hop down from your bar stool and your legs weaker you almost fall. He catches you of course. Grabbing you and carrying you bridal style as any gentleman would.

“I’ll take you home love. Now will it me mine or yours?”

“Wha-.. mine your your what?”

“Home. Of course.”

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AHHH!! ty for reading! I don’t write very often but this is what I live to write for. Idk personally I think Simon is sweet under all that military. Ghost tho..- he can be mean

It’s okay! I can fix him. (Probably not.)

[duskykitkatbar84]

Restless

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Prologue

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On November 5th, 1990, a black haired child with one blue eye, and one green eye was born in London, England....

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Tokyo, Japan, 1997.

A boy with black hair stared blankly at his hands, his mismatched eyes filled with tears. His lightly freckled cheeks scrunched together as he started to cry.

"Shes... not coming back?" The 7 year old boy broke down and sobbed, at the feet of his father; who had a cold, hardened look on his face.

"Apparently so." His voice was so... cold... devoid of any emotion...

"Aiko Chatora was found dead in Shibuya Prefecture today.... Cause of death: unknown-"

The black haired man, Torao's father, threw the remote so hard at the television that the screen and the remote both shattered on impact.

Tokyo, Japan, 2001. 

4 years later... Torao was a boy who was much more cold and quiet that other kids his age. Perhaps it was the fact that his left eye is blue, and his right eye is green. Or maybe because of his freckles that made it obvious that he was a foreigner, along with his telltale accent.

Or maybe... was because he kept everyone further than arms reach, and anyone that approached him left with a black eye...

Either way, he wasn't alright. He acted cold and uncaring, but in reality, he was just an anxious child that had no form of protection from his own monsters, so he had to use his own methods of protecting himself.

He couldn't sleep at night. He often got up and wandered the park at late hours, his earbuds in his ears, a cup of ramen in his hand. He didn't like dealing with his fathers drunken tantrums.

Tonight, thats what he did. Wandering around at about 2 o'clock in the morning, quietly singing to himself. 

"Run away... from the river to the street, and find yourself with your face in the gutter..." Torao sat down on a park bench, his wallet chain rattling as he sat down; closing his eyes as he sang. He had quite a good voice; perfect pitch in fact. "You're a stray... for the salvation army... there is no place like home..."

Torao inhaled deeply to sing his favourite line.

"....when you got no place to go..."

He didn't realise that a boy with a dragon tattoo on his temple and blond hair was a approaching him, listening to him sing, since his eyes were closed.

He opened his eyes and nearly jumped out of his skin. The boy had almost scared him to death. He tried to pretend like he hadn't just been startled.

"Do you need something?" Torao asked in a monotone.

"I was jus' wonderin' why you're out here in the middle of the night." The tattooed boy chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"None of your business." Torao says quietly.

"Oh, sorry." The boy with the dragon tattoo sat down next to Torao, listening to him hum. "Your eyes are cool." He looks at Torao's mismatched eyes.

"Thanks." Torao says shortly.

Torao occasionally stole glances at the boy, trying not to get caught staring. He had a dragon tattoo on his temple, short blond hair, small silver hoop earrings, dark brown eyes; so dark they were almost black. 

He caught him staring, chuckling. "What are ya starin' for?" He smirks at him.

Torao looked away, his cheeks pinkening. He was embarrassed that he had been caught showing even remote interest in something.

"No reason." He mutters.

"What's your name?" The blond haired male asked, tilting his head. "I'm Ryuguji Ken. But you can call me Draken."

"Chatora." The freckled male says flatly. 

"Chatora? Surprising. You look and sound foreign, I'm surprised you don't have a foreign name."

"I'm half Japanese, half British." Torao explains, taking a bite of ramen.

"What's your first name?" Draken asks, looking at him.

"Torao."

Draken covers his mouth and snickers. "S-sorry- your name is-"

"Yeah yeah, I know, it's hilarious. Go ahead and laugh." Torao scowls, waving his hand dismissively. 

Draken stopped laughing immediately. "Sorry." 

Torao doesn't say anything. He finishes his ramen, lazily tossing the cup in the trash can. "Well. Later." He starts walking away.

"Bye." Draken said, thinking it was best not to bother him any further. 

The next day, around the same time, Draken found Torao sitting on the same park bench as the night before.

"Yo." He said, sitting down next to him.

Torao didn't talk much. He just ate his ramen and stared at the moon, listening to music.

Draken occasionally asked him what song he was listening to, but he'd never heard of any of the songs that Torao listens to.

Draken and Torao eventually started to meet up at the same place, same time, every morning at 2 AM to sit on the park bench, and occasionally chat. Torao started to enjoy himself a bit, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

A few months pass, and the two are now good friends.

Torao was still cold and quiet, but he wasn't as cold as he used to be. He was still as quiet as ever, not speaking much on his own. That's how he's always been.

Torao's hair got longer. He didn't seem keen on cutting it. It was now to the ends of his ears, and it flew around in the breeze. 

Draken eventually pointed out how long Torao's hair was getting. "Hey, Torao? You ever gonna cut your hair?" He chuckles.

"When I decide it's too long, I will." Torao says flatly, scrolling through songs on his phone.

Draken looks over his shoulder at his phone. "I don't recognise a single band on that playlist." 

"That's because they're either British or American." Torao's playlist consisted of bands like "Green Day" and "Franz Ferdinand" and "Nirvana".

"Oh." Draken says.

Draken and Torao eventually ended up exchanging numbers, which did not help Torao's insomnia, as he began rereading old text chains when he couldn't sleep, causing him to pull more all-nighters than he used to.

Draken invited Torao over a few times, and they usually played card games, or video games, or just sit quietly.

They spent new years together, watching fireworks shows on the TV with Draken's adoptive family, Torao as far back as he could get, watching from a distance with a bag of chips and his headphones in. 

One random day, Draken noticed that Torao's shoulder length hair was no longer black, but wine red. The freckled male was wearing his usual baggy black streetwear jacket and black harem pants, with a white t-shirt and silver chain around his neck. He looked like a delinquent.

"That's new," Draken smirks. "Trying to impress a girl?" 

"I just decided to do it." Torao says flatly. "I don't like girls. They're annoying. And loud."

"I've noticed you don't like loud noises." Draken rubs the back of his neck. 

"Have you now." Torao spoke in his usual monotone. "And before you pester me about my hair, I just like the shade. Nothing special, no special meaning."

"I'm inclined to believe you're lying, but okay." Draken shrugs. His blond hair had gotten long enough to tie in a small ponytail. 

"I do that sometimes." Torao says quietly.

To be continued...

[cutiepiemina]

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ What you do to me ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Neteyam x reader short fanfic ❤

༺ fluff ༻

༺ friends to lovers ༻

༺ confession scenario ༻

༺ Neteyam being a sweetie ༻

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

´´Neteyam´´

your voice called out.

´´Neteyaam´´ once again, this time finally snapping your friend out of the trance currently engulfing him. Slowly he looks away from the sweet little pond the two of you sat at and down over at you with half lidded eyes.

´´You okay? You kinda been just staring at the water. You got something on your mind?´´ you ask the older boy seated next to you.

´you´ is what he thinks, yet he doesn´t answer, instead he quietly stares at you with his yellow glowy eyes, making you ever the more curious.

His muted stare starts to unsettle you, so you give him an eyebrow raise along with a playful shove. ´´what r you starin at bro, snap out of it ´´. Saying ´´bro´´ at least a million times a day is something you had picked up from the sully boys from being around them so much. He looks away from you and with his large hand he picks up one of the pretty fluorescent rocks, that illuminate the nightly darkness and throws it into the pond, following it with his eyes. All the while you´re trying to understand what might be occupying his mind.

´´ Did Lo´ak do something? Ooor are you worried about the sky people? Either way you know you ca-

´´Just ... what is it about you ´´ your sentence is interrupted midway as he blurts his thoughts out to you, in a low voice.

´´The hell?´´ you laugh out, you couldnt make any sense of him. ´´What about me? Did I do something?´´

He shifts his gaze away from the pond and back to you again, his lingering stare reminding you of the close proximity to him. It was like he was looking inside your deepest soul thoughts. What the hell got this dude acting like this?

´´Y/N .. tell me what is it that you do to me. I cant understand this. ´´ his face suddenly closer than before, mustering yours. You could feel the atmosphere shift, afraid and unsure of the direction this would take.

´´ i cant explain it very well, but I can also not deny that you have an effect on me like nothing else, I feel it here´´ he motions toward his stomach.

Your heart starts beating faster. He was never like this before. His expression seemed undecipherable, so stern and focussed yet so relaxed.

´´Do you not feel it Y/n? Dont you see it?´´

´´Wha-´´

´´I cant think straight because of you, my mind is constantly consumed by you. I want to be around you at all times. I even dream of you. Do you really not see? Because I see you. I see only you.´´

´´Neteyam what are you saying´´ his face inches éven closer, your heart racing even faster and his eyes starting to light up.

´´I dont know my dear. This is the effect you have on me. It´s overwhelming honestly. You are perfection in my eyes.´´

And in your stomach there was this feeling again, this cribbling feeling you were never able to interpret that you would feel when he stood closely behind you when correcting your form with your bow, the feeling when you lock eyes for a second too long as you watch him skillfully hunt in all his glory, the feeling when you eavesdropped on him ranting to his brother about you.

The same exact feeling he got each time you would fix his hair, smile up at him as he towered over your smaller self, worriedly tend to his wounds or just sing with the other girls.

But of course neither of you knew that the feeling was mutual, neither of you even understood what to make of this feeling. Therefore all you knew to do was keeping one another close.

The moments went by and you remained silent, which made the boy that had spilled his heart out to you grow worried. Did he say something wrong. ´´Please.. I´´ he splurted out so vulnerable, almost panicked. ´´Being around you feels .. right, it feels like its supposed to be this way, me and you, please tell me, do you feel this connection too?

Still unsure what to say, you instinctively grab his hand to his reassurance. He calmed. He looks down at your intertwined hands and back at you again. The feeling was indeed mutual.

´´Oh Neteyam.´´

´´Yes ?´´ He responds eagerly, both of your hearts beating uncontrollably, as you inch closer and closer ...

[persepinas]

For day 25 of kinktober, I am sharing a second playlist. This one contains more r&b and slower, sensual songs plus my usual dark and religious blasphemy music. @vampirefest

I give to you:

Vampire fest kinktober, come again. 21 songs.

01) The Weeknd/The Hills

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me

When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes

Who are you to judge?

02) Sabrina Claudio/Belong to You

It ain't strictly physical but I know that

I wanna lay where you lay

So I think you should fuck with me, yeah

You don't want to take me out the street, yeah

I can give you everything you need, yeah

Need you in my reach, yeah

03) Doja Cat/Casual

Take it off, follow me now

Let me in, don't shut me out

Don't tell me you love me if

That's not how it really is

04) Rihanna/Needed Me

Didn't they tell you that I was a savage

Fuck your white horse and a carriage

Bet you never could imagine

Never told you you could have it

You needed me

Oooh, you needed me

To feel a little more, and give a little less

Know you hate to confess

But baby oooh, you needed me

05) NBDY/Lights Out

When the lights out

I come alive when the nights out

I don't wanna see anymore

I only wanna hear the sounds of, uh

When we make love

Ain't no need to keep the lights on

I'ma fuck you with the lights out

I'ma love you 'til your lights out

06) Halsey/Not Afraid Anymore

I am not afraid anymore

Standing in the eye of the storm

Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth

I am not afraid anymore

I want what you got in store

I'm ready to feed now, get in your seat now

And touch me like you never

And push me like you never

And touch me like you never

'Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore

No no no

07) Hozier/Eat Your Young

I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn

Honey, I wanna race you to the table

If you hesitate, the getting is gone

I won't lie, if there's something to be gained

There's money to be made, whatever's still to come

08) Ari Abdul/You

Say your name like a ritual

Your body is something spiritual

Oh no

Don't you know you could save my soul

Feelin' your power head to toe

Feelin' your body head to toe

You're so divine

You're in your prime

It's love at first sight

Won't be satisfied

'Til I know you're mine

09) Isabel LaRosa/More Than Friends

My heart's racin' now, I just can't take a breath

I'm catchin' you starin' again

I swear all this shit isn't just in my head

I know that we're more than

Friends, friends, friends

I know that we're more than

Friends, friends, friends

I need

Need your hands on my waist, please

Save me

God, don't let me die waitin'

10) Tazzy/Fantasize (Ariana Grande cover)

I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

I'd give this pussy to you, nine-to-five

Five-to-nine

Tryin' to behave, but I'm feelin'

Some type of (Way) way

That just ain't me

11) Lilyisthatyou/FMRN

I got this aching and itching to be in submission

I got this burning desire to set you on fire

Oh, I hope my whole room goes down

You say swallow the fire, I'll choke it down

Say anything when you're around

Say anything and I'll make that sound like

(Make that sound like)

Can you come fuck me right now?

Parents are home, but my bed's too loud

I can take it on the ground

If I get too loud, you can shut my mouth

12) Aaliyah/Rock the Boat

Boy, you know you make me float

Boy, you really get me high

Ooh, I feel like I'm on dope

'Cause you, you serve me on a regular (you serve me on a regular)

Boy, you need to tie this rope

Oh, before we drift any deeper (before we drift any deeper)

Baby, now hold me close

Let's take this overboard now

13) Ashnikko/Slumber Party

My girl look like Wednesday Addams

Eyes go black when she orgasms

Hide your back, she likes to stab them

My butt cheeks, she likes to grab

Matching pajama birthday suits

Her spit tastes just like Juicy Fruit

She do that thing she usually do

Spell my name with her tongue, like (uh)

14) Dove Cameron/Boyfriend

The universe must have divined this

What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?

I could be a better boyfriend than him

I could do the shit that he never did

Up all night, I won't quit

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

I could be such a gentleman

Plus all my clothes would fit

15) Bad Omens/The Death of Peace of Mind

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames

Hanging upside down

For granted, in vain, I took everything

I ever cared about

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you fuck, the way you taste

16) CORPSE/E-girls are ruining my life

Choke me like you hate me, but you love me

Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me (uwu)

Touch me with the lights off and my chains on

Baby, I'm not the right one you should wait on

17) Florence + the Machine/Bedroom Hymns

You had Jesus on your breath

And I caught Him in mine

Sweating out confessions

The undone and the divine

'Cause this is his body, this is his love

Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough

18) King Princess/Holy

Honey, on your knees when you look at me

I'm dressed like a fucking queen and you're begging, "please"

I rule with the velvet tongue

And my dress undone

And I'll get you lost but I'm having fun

Holy, holy, holy, yeah

Holy, holy, holy, holy

19) Imogen Heap/Come Here Boy

I know that my face

Is only too familiar to your sleep

I can see it in your eyes

And I can tell by your body heat

Why are you taking so long?

You need to come and find me, honey

To set your mind at rest

And let your dreams run free

20) BANKS/Godless

I'm into the darkness

That you feel a worse divine

'Cause I felt the power when I laid down by your side

I felt the rhythm, I felt the fever in your mind

I couldn't save you, but at least I say I tried

If your love was ever mine

It would stay with me tonight

I'm praying, praying

You can see it in my eyes

There's a raise that still reminds me

I'm waiting, waiting

21) Paris Paloma/The Fruits

My love, are you the devil?

I would worship you instead of him

I have no time for confession

For I'm too busy committing sins

My love, you're something special

I've never met someone like you

You'd make me fall from heaven

But I know just what I do

Come again? ❤️‍🔥 Spotify link here. 🔥

[classified-bluerose]

playlist for a potential dhawan! master x oc/reader story i've been plotting.

would anyone be interested in reading based just on this? lmao i know it's not a lot to go on.

saint bernard // lincoln there’s really just one thing that we have in common, neither of us will be missed

if i killed someone for you // alec benjamin you have to understand that, the one i killed is me, changing who i was for  what you wanted me to be

burning pile // mother mother all my troubles on a burning pile, all lit up, and i start to smile

oh ana // mother mother hop up on a cloud  and watch the world decay

saving a life // james blunt i wanted to help but there’s  an ocean between

she’s all i wanna be // tate mcrae  stupid boy, makin’ me so sad

many of horror // biffy clyro  our broken fairytale, so hard to hide

save a place // 1969 can you hear the rattle of words? that only takes a heart to be heard.

it’s called: freefall // rainbow kitten surprise called to the devil, and the devil said hey, why you been callin’ this late? 

something in the orange // zach bryan  something in the orange tells me we’re not done.

alien blues // vundabar  my teeth are yellow, hello word, would you like me a little  better if they were white like yours? 

devil’s backbone // the civil wars don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not.  he’s good, and he’s bad, and he’s all that i’ve got

poison & wine // the civil wars you only know what i want you to;  i know everything you don’t want me to.

work song // hozier my babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. if the lord don’t forgive me,  i’d still have my baby and my babe would have me. 

walk away // the script she’s standing in the heart of darkness, saying i know you got a soul, even  though you’re heartless

down bad /// taylor swift  down bad, waking up in blood, starin’ at the sky, come back and pick me up,  fuck it, if i can’t have us, i might just not get up, i might stay, down bad

guilty as sin? // taylor swift what if i roll the stone away? they’re gonna crucify me anyway,  what if the way you hold me, is actually what’s holy? 

please please please // sabrina carpenter  heartbreak is one thing, my ego’s another i beg you don’t embarrass me, motherfucker

but daddy i love him // taylor swift thinkin’ it can change the beat  of my heart when he touches me, and counteract the chemistry

love him i don’t // maisie peters baby it’s sad, you’re bad in the bones so i just went home.  now it’s coming up roses, kicking up snow, what a long winter, what a bad joke. love him i don't, love him i won't, love him i did for a minute but i'm finished

want you back // maisie peters i am not allowed, to want you any longer, i must go out with a stranger, i must kiss him, to get stronger, so i don’t tell a soul, but i’d be yours again tomorrow- if you wanted. but you don’t wanna.

[lightofraye]

Jon Bon Jovi - Blaze of Glory

I wake up in the morning and I raise my weary head I've got an old coat for a pillow, and the earth was last night's bed I don't know where I'm goin', only God knows where I've been I'm a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin Well, at least they gave me somethin', I didn't have to steal or have to win Well, they tell me that I'm wanted, yeah, I'm a wanted man I'm a colt in your stable, I'm what Cain was to Abel, Mr. Catch-Me-If-You-Can I'm goin' down in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth I'm goin' out in a blaze of glory And, Lord, I never drew first, but I drew first blood I'm no one's son, call me young gun You ask about my conscience and I offer you my soul You ask If I'll grow to be a wise man, well I ask if I'll grow old You ask me if I've known love and what it's like to sing songs in the rain Well, I've seen love come, I've seen it shot down, I've seen it die in vain Shot down in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth 'Cause I'm goin' out in a blaze of glory Lord, I never drew first but I drew first blood I'm the devil's son, call me young gun

Each night I go to bed, I pray the Lord my soul to keep No, I ain't lookin' for forgiveness, but before I'm six foot deep Lord, I gotta ask a favor, and I'll hope you'll understand 'Cause I've lived life to the fullest, let this boy die like a man Starin' down a bullet, let me make my final stand Shot down in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth I'm goin' out in a blaze of glory Lord, I never drew first but I drew first blood And I'm no one's son, call me young gun I'm a young gun Young gun Young gun

[t4tskkism]

I like big butts and I cannot lie

You other brothers can't deny

That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist

And a round thing in your face, you get sprung

Wanna pull up tough 'cause you notice that butt was stuffed

Deep in the jeans she's wearin'

I'm hooked and I can't stop starin'

Oh, baby, I wanna get wit'cha

And take your picture

My homeboys tried to warn me

But that butt you got makes (me so horny!)

Oh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin

You say you wanna get in my Benz?

Well, use me, use me

'Cause you ain't that average groupie

I've seen 'em dancin'

To hell with romancin'

She sweat, wet

Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette

I'm tired of magazines

Sayin' flat butts are the thing

Take the average black man and ask him that

She gotta pack much back

So, fellas! (Yeah!)

Fellas! (Yeah!)

Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)

Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!)

Shake it! (Shake it!)

Shake that healthy butt!

Baby got back!

(LA face with a Oakland booty)

Baby got back!

(LA face with a Oakland booty)

I like 'em round, and big

And when I'm throwin' a gig

I just can't help myself

I'm actin' like an animal

Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home

And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh

I ain't talkin' 'bout Playboy

'Cause silicone parts are made for toys

I want 'em real thick and juicy

So find that juicy double

Mix-a-Lot's in trouble

Beggin' for a piece of that bubble

So I'm lookin' at rock videos

Knock-kneed bimbos walkin' like hoes

You can have them bimbos

I'll keep my women like Flo Jo

A word to the thick soul sistas

I wanna get wit'cha

I won't cuss or hit ya

But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna

Till the break of dawn

Baby got it goin' on

A lot of simps won't like this song

'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it

And I'd rather stay and play

'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong

And I'm down to get the friction on

So, ladies! (Yeah!)

Ladies! (Yeah)

Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes? (Yeah!)

Then turn around, stick it out!

Even white boys got to shout

Baby got back!

Baby got back!

Yeah, baby, when it comes to females

Cosmo ain't got nothing to do with my selection

36-24-36? Only if she's 5'3

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda

Playin' workout tapes by Fonda

But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda

My anaconda don't want none

Unless you've got buns, hun

You can do side bends or sit-ups

But please don't lose that butt

Some brothers wanna play that hard role

And tell you that the butt ain't gold

So they toss it and leave it

And I pull up quick to retrieve it

So Cosmo says you're fat

Well I ain't down with that!

'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'

And I'm thinkin' 'bout stickin'

To the beanpole dames in the magazines

You ain't it, Miss Thing!

Give me a sista, I can't resist her

Red beans and rice didn't miss her

Some knucklehead tried to diss

'Cause his girls are on my list

He had game but he chose to hit 'em

And I pull up quick to get wit 'em

So ladies, if the butt is round

And you want a triple X throwdown

Dial 1-900-MIX-A-LOT

And kick them nasty thoughts

Baby got back!

Baby got back!

Little in the middle but she got much back!

Little in the middle but she got much back!

[venisontransmission]

This nonnie would love to read your drabble on how Alastor killed his father a second time!

Tw for: Gore, implied abuse, death, brutal violence Hope you enjoy whatever demon time Alastor is on. I appreciate you wanting to read it!

He finds him pretty quickly. Not because Alastor is actively looking for his dear father, but fate seemed to align them to meet once again. Oh, how cruel fate was to Samuel - perhaps this truly is karmic retribution.

Alastor, freshly dead and burning with ferocity, finally granted power he never had. The poor boy from New Orleans was a powerful, capable demon. Never again would he be taken advantage of. Now, his claws were shaping the very structural society of Hell itself.

The deer demon hunts large game. Single-soul sinners are not worth his time. Sure, he makes deals here or there - it never hurts to pad out numbers if he spies someone particularly strong. But Alastor has an appetite for something far more dangerous - Overlords. The radio demon never found small animals to be that appealing to hunt. They never bared their fangs or stood to face a foe, scared though they may be. But predators - they put up a fight - and a delightfully entertaining one at that.

It just so happened that for the better part of a decade, his father had been attempting to slowly rise to the rank of Overlord. Even so, he was just a small deal-maker known for how terrible he was at holding up his end of the bargain. Maybe 100 souls or less, just a tiny blip on the radar if not for his name. Names are powerful things in Hell - contractually binding, even! But dear old Samuel was far too cocky to try and take on an alias, and it led his son straight to him.

Alastor swore that the fear his father held over him had faded with the gunshot that led him to his first death. There is nothing to fear from a dead man - and he was done being afraid. But when he finds the man whose blood he bore like a curse, he froze.

His features had changed rather drastically. His cheekbones and chin are far sharper than Alastor recalls. He, too, is an animal sinner - sideburns of dirty blonde and sharp ears. His snout protrudes with a flat black nose—scars litter his muzzle, showing hints of canine teeth underneath.

And all at once, Alastor fears him once again. He does not believe in fate, but the universe itself clearly has a sense of humor.

His father was a coyote.

The deer demon stands, frozen to the spot as sharp blue eyes meet his red. They used to be hazel - like hers.

"Th' fuck you starin' at?" The canine snaps, and Alastor's eyes are pinpricks, his ears flat on his head. His heart beats erratically despite being dead - those eyes are horrible to see alive again. He wants to… run? Run? Tear? Tear them out! Gouge them out! He clenches his teeth.

"Hey! Did you hear me - stupid little shit--!" Hand raised, claws, sharp as the bottle that struck his eye. He hates beer. Despises it with a passion. The hand comes down, and Alastor catches the thick wrist in his thin fingers.

And squeezes.

Samuel cries out as Alastor hears something snap. But he keeps squeezing - more, more, more pressure until his thumb meets his fucking index finger. He's not saying anything important, wobbling as he's held aloft by his shattered arm. Alastor lets go and watches him fall.

"Fucker! That fucking hurts!" He's gotten to his feet, his anger a boiling beast in his blood. It's unstable, and he's too thick to think through his rage. Alastor is caught by claws but doesn't care. His hands find their mark, fisting in his short hair - right between his ears.

"Quiet, kochon." It's said without a filter.

He dives forward with vicious strength, sending Samuel's skull through the pavement. Again. Again. Again. Again. He loses count and stops only when he knows the other Sinner is at risk of resurrecting.

Alastor is completely silent, dragging the body through the streets. He's given a massive breadth of space on both sides. Samuel's mangled skull streaks blood all the way to Alastor's home.

He's not done with him yet.

Four agonizing days locked in Alastor's basement is how long it takes his father to heal. The radio host only checks on him once per evening, finding him in various states of infection and pain. Not once is he granted the mercy of food or water, though Alastor had considered pouring vodka on his open wounds on day two.

"Do you remember me?" He asks on day five to the delirious, sad scrap huddled in the corner. Once so very terrifying - who took his most precious person from him. Who ruined his FUCKING LIFE-- Shadows sharpen. He feels himself starting to transform. He hears whimpering and has to physically pull back his shadows and tendrils. He'd been poised to lose control - can't have that.

Tear! Tear! Kill! Again! Again!

"It's considered rude not to answer your betters, you know?" He steps forward - a shadow falls on him. Another step forward, out of the shadow - he's changed now, form eerily resembling the one he had topside.

"Y-You… y-you can't be serious!" Samuel's ears fall back, and he bares his fangs like a wounded dog.

He's not afraid of this dog.

Alastor laughs, and he laughs so hard he thinks his house trembles. So much so that he thinks the entire city hears him howling in amusement. He laughs until mirth mists the corners of his eyes, and he's hiccupping.

"Fucking psycho! You and that bitch! Damn demons, the both of you!"

His skull is promptly smashed into the wall.

"Oh? You do remember me? And you remember her! Well, she's a bit too good to be here with us, dear kochon." His grip tightens, found around Samuel's throat.

His ice-blue eyes open again. And he sees his son on the left, holding his throat, and Béatrice to the right, holding a knife that gleams with angelic steel. They're one body, matching eyes and hair - an amalgamation of past mistakes as Alastor twirls the blade in dainty fingers - her fingers.

"But she deserves to be the one to put you down. Fair is fair, right Papa?"

The knife is plunged - it's brutal, the blade is purposefully worn to drag this out as much as possible. Alastor's hand - her hand - does it matter right now? The hand holding the knife drags down, intestines sloppily falling to the floor as Samuel wails and wails.

And Alastor and manman laugh and laugh.

[kaukopartiomiehet]

ryhmä 2 / twenty one pilots – twenty one pilots

implicit demand for proof / hellström vierrolle

I mean no disrespect I am simply very perplexed by your ways Why won’t you let us use your name? Reign down and destroy me

fall away / palomaa

I disguise and I will lie, and I will take my precious time As the days melt away, as I stand in line, and I die as I wait, as I wait on my crime And I’ll try to delay what you make of my life But I don’t want your way I want mine

Every time I feel selfish ambition is taking my vision My crime is my sentence, repentance is taking commission It’s taking a toll on my soul, I’m screaming submission, and I don’t know if I’m dying or living

the pantaloon / teerimäki

He’s seen too many stare-downs between the sun and the moon in the morning air How he used to hustle all the people walking through the fairgrounds He’s been around so long he’s changed his meaning of a chair, now, because a chair, now Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people

+ bonus: a moth ate through your favourite shirt

addict with a pen / vierto

I try desperately to run through the sand As I hold the water in the palm of my hand 'Cause it's all that I have and it's all that I need and The waves of the water mean nothing to me But I try my best and all that I can To hold tightly onto what's left in my hand But no matter how, how tightly I will strain The sand will slow me down and the water will drain

+ bonus: but you specialize in dying

friend, please / ilves

And I have nothing else left to say But I will listen to you all day, yes I will

march to the sea / ryhmä 2

There's miles of land in front of us And we're dying with every step we take We're dying with every breath we make And I'll fall in line

johnny boy / teerimäki

Get up Johnny boy, get up Johnny boy Get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground You're my pride and joy, you're my pride and joy Get up Johnny boy because we all need you now

oh ms believer / heikinpalo

Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops Please, take my hand, we're in foreign land As we travel through snow

air catcher / heikinaro

I don't fall slow like I used to I fall straight down You've stolen my air catcher That kept me safe and sound My parachutes will guide me safely to ground But now, the cord's not workin' And I can see you starin' me down I won't fall in love with falling And I will try to avoid those eyes, oh

+ bonus: I was doing fine on my own, and there wasn't much I lacked

trapdoor / vierto

He wakes up early today Throws on a mask that will alter his face Nobody knows his real name But now he just uses one he saw on a grave And he pretends he's okay, but you should see, oh Him in bed late at night, he's petrified

a car, a torch, a death / heikinpalo

The air begins to feel a little thin As we're waiting for the morning to begin But for now you told me to hold this jar And when I looked inside I saw it held your heart For me to walk away with

taxi cab / viehe

I wanna fall inside your ghost And fill up every hole inside my mind And I want everyone to know That I am half a soul divided Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away Either way you're by my side until my dying days

before you start your day / kuusela

Nowhere were they holy Open up your eyes and see The clouds above will hold you

isle of flightless birds / heikinpalo

Now is the climax to the story That gives the demons and angels purpose

How frustrating, and so degrading His time, we're wasting

While we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability And please think about why you can't sleep in the evening And please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking

[laurastratfordmedia]

Songs I'm considering making a video for:

Take a Bite - Beabadobee

Sure, it's easy to talk But I take it and eat it with a cherry on top Indulging in situations that are fabricated imaginations Moments that cease to exist Only want to fix it with a kiss on the lips

But I think I might Take a bite

I wanted to see the world in colour Through your eyes and through your mind I think that I like to sit and wonder Through the night, I think I might Wanna do it all over again

It gets harder to breathe But I take it and I want it and I love when it bleeds 'Cause I'm craving expectations That are unattainable temptations I guess I'll just take the hit But what's the point of trying if it turns into this?

'Cause I think I might Take a bite

I wanted to see the world in colour Through your eyes and through your mind I think that I like to sit and wonder Through the night, I think I might Wanna do it all over again

Moving backwards (I wanna do it all over again) Stuck in reverse (I wanna do it all over again) Some things get in the way

I wanted to see the world in colour Through your eyes and through your mind I think that I like to sit and wonder Through the night, I think I might Wanna do it all over again

I am interested in this song because I think the concept of reliving a cycle over and over trying to get a different outcome could make for a unique storyline in a music video.

Obsessed - Olivia Rodrigo

La-da-da-da, da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da

If I told you how much I think about her You'd think I was in love And if you knew how much I looked at her pictures You would think we're best friends

'Cause I know her star sign, I know her blood type I've seen every movie she's been in and, oh god, she's beautiful And I know you loved her, and I know I'm butthurt But I can't help it, no, I can't help it

I'm so obsessed with your ex (uh-huh) I know she's been asleep on my side of your bed And I can feel it I'm starin' at her like I wanna get hurt And I remember every detail you have ever told me So be careful, baby

I'm so obsessed with your ex (ah) Yeah, I'm so obsessed with your ex (ah) La-da-da-da, da-da-da

She's got those lips, she's got those hips The life of every ****** party She's talented, she's good with kids She even speaks kindly about me, ha-huh

And I know you love me, and I know it's crazy But every time you call my name, I think you mistake me for her You both have moved on, you don't even talk But I can't help it, I got issues, I can't help it, baby

I'm so obsessed with your ex I know she's been asleep on my side in your bed And I can feel it I'm starin' at her like I wanna get hurt And I remember every detail you have ever told me So be careful, baby

I'm so obsessed with your ex (ah) Yeah, I'm so obsessed with your ex (ah)

Is she friends with your friends? Is she good in bed? Do you think about her? No, I'm fine, it doesn't matter, tell me Is she easy-going? Never controlling? Well-traveled? Well-read? Oh god, she makes me so upset

I'm so obsessed with your ex (ah) She's been asleep on my side in your bed (ah, whoa) I'm so obsessed with your ex (god, she makes me so upset, ah) I'm so obsessed with your, with your ex

I think it would be interesting to explore the concept of an obsession because I feel like it could be interpreted in a variety of different ways.

Transparent Soul - Willow

One, two, three, four

I don't ******* know if it's a lie or it's a fact All your little fake friends will sell your secrets for some cash Smile in my face, then put your cig' out on my back If you ever see me, just get to runnin' like The Flash

I knew a boy just like you He's a snake, just like you Such a fake, just like you But I can see the truth

Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know

I don't ******* know if it's paradise or it's a trap Yeah, they're treating me like royalty, but is it kissin' ***? No one's brave enough to take the fall right But it's all your fault Why you actin' like it's alright?

I knew a girl just like you She was vain, just like you Such a pain, just like you And everybody knows the truth

Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know

It's clear to me now You're scared of me, wow It's clear to me now (transparent soul) It's clear to me now You're scared of me, wow It's clear to me now (transparent soul)

Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know

I like the idea of being to see through somebody's lies and revealing their true self.

Step on me – The Cardigans

Oh, I think you're standing on my left foot It's hurting, but that's okay 'Cause I'm in your way You'll break that foot that you're standing on I'll walk with the other one

Do what you want to, do what you want to Be what you want to, be what you want to Go on and step on me

You're free to have everything you can see All that you want from me Free to be all that you want to be Do what you want with me

Oh, I think you're spinning inside my head I think of you all the day 'Cause you're in my way Oh, I think you're holding the heart of mine (my heart is yours) Squeeze it apart, that's fine

Do what you want to, do what you want to Be what you want to, be what you want to Go on and step on me

You're free to have everything you can see All that you want from me

Do what you want to, do what you want to Be what you want to, be what you want to Go on and step on me

You're free to have everything you can see All that you want from me You're free to be all that you want to be Do what you want with me

Go on and step on me Go on and step on me Go on and step on me

I feel like the lyrics of this song could be translated into a interesting visual concept.

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E .    EARWORM     —    cottontail. a study of : elizabeth march.

look under the bed / it's all in your head / do not fear the dead / i'm inside your head (x5) / and you're never gonna get me out / get me out / get me out / keep thinking of me / keep licking your mouth / don't bother / 'cause you're never gonna get it / yea you're never gonna get it / baby enjoy the ride / up first is your brain / time for you to go insane / it's time for you to shut your mouth / unless you're gonna kiss me now / now / i'm gonna eat your heart

M .    MAD WORLD     —    tears for fears. a study of : jesse pinkman.

all around me are familiar faces / worn out places, worn out faces / bright and early for their daily races / going nowhere, going nowhere / their tears are filling up their glasses / no expression, no expression / hide my head I want to drown my sorrow / no tomorrow, no tomorrow / and i find it kind of funny / i find it kind of sad / the dreams in which i'm dying are the best I've ever had / i find it hard to tell you 'cause i find it hard to take / when people run in circles it's a very, very / mad world

B .    BEYOND THE STARS     —    evans blue. a study of : bellamy blake.

help me surrender my control / searching for the death of my own soul / i bleed from far beneath / my cover keeps, the rest from leaking / i'm bleeding on the inside / fear before the fall / six feet above the next time / i lose it all / keep your silence or reach for life beyond the stars / save your mercy, for someone who needs it more / i'm the guilty, all the feelings come crashing down on me / i'm taking you with me! / help me, i'm losing on my own / locked up in a cage and not alone / show me a way to keep / the hate from taking control of breaking

O .    ODE TO O-REN ISHII     —    vincent tempera & orchestra, rza a study of : beatrix kiddo.

revenge is the fire that burns inside your soul / ay yo, she been bustin' up knee caps son / since the age of 11 / but fuckin' her enemy to death / that was her favorite weapon / and a debt you paid in hell / boy it can't be paid in heaven / you better get down on your knees son / and start prayin' to the reverend / bon appetit / boy revenge is so sweet / especially when it's served on a cold dish / but she has no wish / 'bout to cut yo day short / like the winter solstice / and the chance to receive a slight bit of mercy from her was hopeless

D .    DEAD BODY     —    little simz. a study of : faith lehane.

do you wanna see a dead body? prolly not / real dark in the cemetery / where the souls lie, oh my / what've i become, man, i’m so high / quit killing my buzz / love drunk in the maze like: / "what have you done? / where the hell are you taking me? / what are we running from?" / demons in the back of my closet / don’t talk to them / you wouldn’t want to be me / 'cause i’ve walked with them / and it wasn’t a nice walk: traumatised / left me in a bad head space / lookin' to heaven’s door, i've been saved or have i? / asked for forgiveness, can i or will i? / negative at heart, am i? / or shall i explain what the world done to me? / you wouldn’t understand what i been through fully / and these dark thoughts never been new to me / and nobody lovin' me everybody through with me / everybody lookin' at me different / and nobody’ll listen / i can see you starin' at me: what do you envision? / no faith in me, should i resort to religion?

I .    I'LL BE GOOD     —    jaymes young. a study of : genji shimada.

i'll be good, i'll be good / and i'll love the world, like i should / yeah, i'll be good, i'll be good / for all of the times that i never could / my past has tasted bitter for years now / so i wield an iron fist / grace is just weakness / or so i've been told / i've been cold, i've been merciless / but the blood on my hands scares me to death / maybe i'm waking up today / i'll be good, i'll be good / and i'll love the world, like i should (oh-oh-oh) / i'll be good, i'll be good / (i'll be good, i'll be good) / for all of the light that i shut out / for all of the innocent things that i doubt / for all of the bruises i've caused in the tears / for all of the things that i've done all these years, no, yeah / for all the sparks that i stomped out / for all of the perfect things that i doubt

E .    EASY     —    lionel richie. a study of : lito rodriguez.

that's why i'm easy / i'm easy like sunday morning / why in the world would anybody put chains on me, yeah? / i've paid my dues to make it / everybody wants me to be / what they want me to be / i'm not happy when i try to fake it, no, ooh / that's why i'm easy (yeah) / i'm easy like sunday morning, yeah / that's why i'm easy / i'm easy like sunday morning / i wanna be high, so high / i wanna be free to know the things i do are right / i wanna be free / just me, oh babe

S .    SAME OLD WAR     —    our last night. a study of : dean winchester.

i've been fighting the same old war, / against a disease, without a cure / been holding on for so long / for so long / for so long / i've been wishing upon a star, if my universe falls apart / i feel so far from the sky, as my dreams, are going by / and they say, it's a battle that can't be won / we need our knives, we need our guns / should i run away, and change my name? / or should i, stay and fight through the night, and never close my eyes? / i'll never close my eyes! / i've come too far, to go back now, turn into a face in the crowd! / been on this road, for so long / for so long / for so long / convinced there is no way out, my world is turned upside down! / my sense of direction's been gone, for so long / for so long

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my boy. adam banks x reader

summary 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: in which adam is neglected and doesn’t know how to act when he meets reader, a very sentimental and touchy person.

warning/s 🪓: swearing, rushed and trashed

slater’s note ☎️: adam is bae and i want to marry him :)

all adam banks wanted was to be wanted himself. growing up with parents that resisted the urge to provide any physical touch and were emotionally unavailable reverberated off a son with the same exact emotional unavailability.

all his past girlfriends gave up on him too quick to realize so. it always ended rarely without any goodbyes and a big ‘fuck you’ along with a considerable unkind amount of words that always meant and said the exact same thing.

you don’t care.

he always felt bad, no matter how hard it was for him to feel sympathy at times, his heart always dropped to his stomach when he heard harsh words like those, but he could never say sorry.

that was until he met you. the first thing he noticed about you were your eyes and how bright they were. full of life, excitement, and so much general emotion that swallowed him up whole simply just by glancing at you.

eden hall academy had done many good things for him, as well as introducing him to you through your biology class. he had noticed you weeks before you transferred to his terribly boring science class taught by a ninety year old man on the verge of a heart attack from how much yelling he did.

you had practically fainted the day you were all set to dissect frogs, it was hard enough for you to keep your breakfast down let alone keep conscious.

he sat across from you and your partner, closely watching all the differential emotions that crossed your face as you watched your rather overly curious lab partner stab away at the dead slimy green corpse. you looked like you were about to hurl once she had sliced open the creature

“i think i’m gonna be sick,” you got up quickly and he could see it a lot quicker before you yourself even realized what was going on. your face turned pale as a ghost and your eyes turned a lighter shade than they usually were.

“whoa there, girl,” he caught you before you could even bend your knees and hit your pretty head against the cold blue tiles of the old biology room.

from then on you found it hard leave his side. not a lot of boys at eden hall were very nice nor went all the way to catching you before practically cracking your skull open. a boy you barely knew had somehow reached his way to your heart faster than any boyfriend you had ever had. just by the things he did simply made you smile.

and he was easy. easy going eyes, surprisingly easy to talk to but yet there was something about him that sent you off in a spiral of thought every time you looked at him, wondering what layers filled his mind and soul

the ducks were shocked to say the least.

“since when do you give a shit about the female population?” fulton would poke fun at adam as they’d sit at lunch, watching you carefully while you made through the lunch line with the rest of your preppy cheerleading friends.

“when a female looks like that, yeah,” luis scoffed, also checking out while nodding his head in a satisfied manner, “nothing bad to look at there.”

“hey,” adam lightly slapped him, “don’t be looking at her like that, mendoza. she’s got enough shit going on she doesn’t need to be dealing with some perv starin’ at her ass.”

“you calling me a perv?”

“yeah, i’m calling you a perv.”

many sounds of amusement echoed throughout the group as they got a look of luis’ face that dropped from amusement but now of slight embarrassment.

“fuck you, banksy.”

the first time you shared a kiss with him was also the first time you had actually took a step on the ice.

he had held your hand to keep you from falling, something he never did with anyone, while the other would shift from your hand to your lower back, guiding you into the smooth circles and tricks, drawing into the ice like it was a coloring sheet.

his lips were chapped but gentle with the way he slowly pressed his red lips against your own. he seemed hesitant at first, wondering whether if it was right or okay.

“just kiss me, banksy,” you mumbled, your head slightly tilted so you could see his dark blue eyes better. he smiled lightly but out of nervousness before lightly scraping his lips against yours.

you had to fully initiate the kiss, pressing lip against lip roughly and fully, full of emotion and passion for him to be finally comfortable.

he was surprised, he was never used to not having to initiate the first kiss. he smiled lightly against your pretty lips, moving his hands around your waist tightly to steady you against the slick ice.

“you falling in love with this chick, cake eater?” julie walked by the boys side two days after the shared kissed, her eyebrow quirked and filled with genuine curiosity as they made their way to their usual lunch table.

charlie shook his head once they sat down across from him, “if he is, he sure has a funny way of showing it.”

“what do you mean?”

“adam here hasn’t called her back. apparently he’s been ignoring her.”

adam’s cheeks slowly grew red as he shook his head beginning to open his milk carton. it was always a faze he went through every time he shared a personal and close moment with a female. he had to check himself, make himself wonder if he was willing to carry out with everything that entitled to a kiss, a kiss that meant a lot to the both of you.

“i’m not ignoring her, man.”

“really, tell that to her then.”

“no.”

“why not, pussy?”

“i’m not about to fall to some peer pressure from some junior varsity hockey player.”

“shut up,” charlie rolled his eyes, knowing adam’s words were only a joke, “just call her before some other varsity hockey player does.”

adam was wrong. he did fall to charlie’s peer pressure, hesitantly calling you with his head practically falling off his shoulders due to never having done this before... calling girls first.

“hello?” your voice sounded sweet but had a lowness to it, something that made him think you were sad or tired with hurt and loneliness.

it made him feel guilty that he almost didn’t say anything but his mouth still slightly hung open with his jaw clenched, “hi..”

“adam?”

“hey, y/n..”

you fell for the softness of his voice, rubbing your eyes for a moment before exhaling, “you finally decide to call me, pretty boy?”

“thought it was about time,” he hummed, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous manner, his mind beginning to sink in on him as patronizing and contradicting thoughts attacked his brain, “you busy tonight?”

it doesn’t take long for you to overcome your upset terms, quickly attaching to adam just as much as you had the first time you had the two of you had hung out. it only seemed that this time you felt closer and more attached to him than before.

it took awhile for him to ease into it, get used to the fact that someone was there for him, someone who cared and seemed to be there more permanently rather than temporary.

you held his hand, kissed his cheek, always had some kind of hold on him to keep him in the mindset that you cared. in return and over a large amount of time he held you close, taught you how to skate and stay on your feet.

you made him feel finally cared for, eliminating all the shitty girlfriends that gave up on him before he could even make a move of appreciation and get used to all the tension of being cared for.

he’d run his fingers through your hair, twirling strands around his fingers as he looked at you quietly, admiring your calm face full of happiness and love for him.

“you’re my girl,” he’d whisper before leaning in, pressing his lips against yours, “you make me happy.”

and you’d smile, close to his face before whispering back, “my boy.”

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