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written-beyond-the-grave · 7 months ago

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Taking the Mikaelsons to a Concert

IK a bitch was gone, but a bitch is back… sparingly. I been on tumblr doing my shit but ummm I started this shit while in highschool like sophomore year… It’s been a year since I graduated college…. Anyway, fuck it we ball bc someone needs ot get this shit wet first with the Mikaelson’s… shout out to @starlightandfairies @wholoveseggs @klausysworld for holding it down. I love everyones work, y'all be feeding the fandom

If it’s snowin’ I ain’t going… leggo (once again, I write this for niggas. Mwah, to freedom)

So primarily I feel like the Mikaelsons would all be down to going to a concert, I mean Nicki, Doja, Lil Nas X, Mariah the Scientist, Chloe Bailey, Drake, Jhene Aiko, Victoria Monet, the Weekend, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott--- you get the point. You are the object of their desires and affections so they’ll go…. But what will ensue???

KLAUS

For nosey bitches in the back I got y’all…. This is Klaus finally biting the bullet and taking you to a Nicki concert, the Pink Friday 2 tour!

First, it would take hella time to even get him to go, this man is busy running lives, making hybrids, acting like he a real active party in whatever council shit he bullied his way into in New Orleans, and like running Rebekah’s love life…. He be busy

He probably feels like he should take you out for something, so he asks you what you want. Anything your heart wants he’ll give it no problem: private helicopter tour of NYC, a week in Brazil, couples massage, hell even go see puffins up in Iceland. But you know what your bitch ass asks for?

To see Onika Tanya Maraj…. As you should

This man is staring at you like “Love… who is that?” And you look at him and tell him “Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie…. Have you not learned????” And he just stares at you in amusement like ‘it’s no Mozart, you modern women have such…. Vulgar tastes… but I will endorse this, for you my love”

Wait till he gets there AHAHAHAAAAA

You’re pulled up in all your glory, pink everything, sunnies on, gloss on, heels as big as his dick… And you know I don’t think Klaus would ever let you put him in pink spandex. But I think he’ll allow like a shirt of Nicki’s face on him, and like maybe a barbie chain on his neck… He’s a hybrid, he can’t be seen out like this (you def sent photos to the rest of the family of this).

I feel like Klaus would be chill af with the crowds and shit, until bitches start getting rowdy when Roman comes on stage. I feel like he’ll just be vibing, but mostly looking at you as you lose your shit

“A 100 MUTHAFUCKA CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING, I BEEZ IN THE TRAP”... bby chill, you’ll sweat that wig off and it’ll slip back. But deadass, it’s like another beast when she comes out and it activates something in you. Like the regular old human that Klaus knew of is gone, and is replaces by a bad bitch that would definitely put her shoe on his neck and he likes that

Funny enough, there is one song that Klaus would know all the words to… Moment for Life-- HEAR MY OUT, DAMN. Ok, the song is about literally getting everything you want and being at a point where no one can touch you or even fathom to be at your height of success or clout. Klaus Mikaelson gets whatever he wants, no one touches him-- or if they do, they won’t live long enough to tell the tale. King shit, so imagine your surprise when you hear this man over everyone else singing along and being into it

Yeah, did that shit. “What I tell 'em hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to ya knees” Drake type man…. And towards the end just reminisce of all the people, woman, children, and villages he pillaged to get where he is now… mentally deranged, having a god complex and inferiority complex at the same damn time, and daddy issues while treating his siblings like his own dad LMFAOOOO

Good luck Klaus whores

And then when she starts bringing in old shit like the songs with Sean Kingston or Gyptian…. Oh boy, I know that man is catching a whine as you yell at him “YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND YOU’RE NICE YUH DUN KNO SEH NICKI AS YO WIFE” Ik you bitches telling Klaus exactly that and putting emphasis on wife bc where tf this Icelandic viking silverback think he going????

But as the show goes on, it’s a cute experience between you two as you guys kinda switch roles and you get to be super unhinged and rock out with the other people there and go bar for bar. Like you couldn’t fuck Michael Kors if you was FUCKIN’ Michael Kors

dabs sweat off my forehead

He’s happy to take you home and baby you when you come from the energy drop, but he will be wondering were that energy comes from bc you ain’t putting all that work in when he fucks you soooooo

REBEKAH

Ok so for this one…. Give me a Lil Nas X, Doja Cat, and Rico Nasty ass collab in a concert (bc that’s my dream lineup and y’all can take all my money). I feel like Rebekah needs the girl power and the gays for this so let me cook

I deadass feel you wouldn’t need to convince her of shit, she’d be the one to ask if you wanted to go because she’s heard some of their songs via you jamming in the bathroom and just booked tickets as soon as you said yes. Hey, it’s to make you happy and you deserved to be pampered-- and she’s trying to get in her modern experiences since she was in a box for a long ass time

1st song is Montero, it has to be she definitely wants to fucked out from the jet lag and becoming part of the mile high club-- it’s her thing. Plus she loves the glitter and probably being two glitter gay/bi/whatever floats your boat people that are dressed in matching outfits, but different color combos. Titties are out, and y’all are sprayed down in glitter

Then after that I feel like it would be Rico Nasty coming in hot with “SLAP A BITCH” and I know you and Rebekah felt this song on a spiritual level, so it’s both you screaming in each others faces while she has her arms wrapped around you bc she loves love.

Then it pops off with “STFU” bc a lot fo y’all hoes needs to take a seat and shut the fuck up when big bitches are in the room… anyways, personal issues. A lot of y’all do not need a mic and are not the big titty bitches y’all make yourself out to be… and take the mics away from podcast men, please. I BEG

But anyways, it’s really a whole anthem to all the rock/rap alt girlies out here. Rebekah isn’t used to the music, but she can get buck wild to it, especially when it comes down to Doja and RIco when they interchange with “Swamp Bitches”.... That’s my shit ngl

Nah bc opening a verse with “I WISH DEATH ON ALL YOU BITCHES” was insane… love you Rico <3 That song makes you wanna fight ever bitch in the state that ever did you wrong, every bitch working at goodwill that couldn’t take your brothers army discount bc you wasn’t personally in the army, the wack ass bitch at the post office that didn’t want to work there that day, and that grandma down the block that keep eyeing you and telling you that you ain’t hot shit… she wasn’t even hot shit when Project C hit the neighborhood and niggas were getting sprayed with hoses

Anyways

I truly feel like she’d appreciate the girl time with you, and just to be, and have her shit out and have fun. It’s what she deserves

KOL

THERE IS NO HEAR ME OUT YOU WILL LISTEN: NF

I know I been on the black artists wave, but for the niggas that really be feeling shit NF just knows and I feel like with Kols past of always being the forgotten sibling, not being i the pack of “always and forever”, dying all the fucking time, and getting treated like shit by everyone else unless they need to minute magical thing that’s super important he’s left in the dark

He is the most self-aware sibling out of everyone out this fuck ass family. And I feel for him honestly, being the black sheep, being the outcast. Being able to use your magic when you were a witch and then all of a sudden you can’t do that shit anymore because you’re dumb ass mom wants to make y’all fucking vampires and freaks of nature and then wants to kill you, like it was your fault in the first place? Shit was really whack.

Like he calls his family and siblings out for having a para social relationship that is super into emotional and measurements, and having no boundaries whatsoever, killing other peoples lovers, putting them in coffins just so Klaus doesn’t feel like he’s losing his siblings because he can always take them whenever he goes. But they’re still in a box, they’re not living life they’re not being happy. And that just shows how much class is really his daddy‘s son, even though his dad really isn’t his dad because his mom cheated on, her husband with a werewolf. And Kol clocks all of that.

So I feel that he would really vibe with NF, I really do. Therapy session, intro, hope, all of those songs the whole album really would have him crying in your arms at sometime around midnight when he just came over to listen to some tunes and have a good time, and I feel like you introduce NF to him. He gets hugged, and he knows that NF is speaking about his life someway somehow and it just really hits him and he just cries in your arms for that time

I don’t care how corny you think this man is, this is real music and he writes about things that are real, and that happens to him. The song mansion is legitimately about Kol’s life with being being abandoned and abused by his own family, and his own father, as class was taking most of the beatings, he still had to watch all of that. But being the middle child that he was, he just was overlooked, and that probably speaks as to why he acted out and didn’t get any of attention that he deserves.

And I feel that as Kol gets into a relationship relationship with you, you being his black queen, because I know that man was up in Hady for some reason helping him with the revolution. He just doesn’t give a fuck does what he wants to do so it makes sense why he would be with the black woman because it’s just everything, they are on earthly, they are Wisdom and magic and chest seal combined into a specific human type. And I love this for them, I love this for me.

But anyways, back to the subject at hand. I feel like you, dear reader, would surprise Kol with NF tickets because he’s been wanting to go for a long time, and you guys went dress up any fancy just probably black, cute little combat, boots and things like that. And then just head to the show. But as soon as the show starts, he probably starts off with one of his hard hitters. I’m imagining either therapy session, or mansion to really get the tears going. And it’s really just the two of you standing side-by-side, maybe even hand and hand shouting every single lyric word for word, and just letting out all the shadow work and trauma, that you two have built up over the past couple years, granted Kol is Literally hundreds of years old, and you’re probably someone your 20s or 30s. But trauma is trauma and y’all need to deal with that.

Bc deadass, these lyrics are Kol: “What's my definition of success? Listening to what your heart says. Standing up for what you know is. Right, while everybody else is” because in every single episode, when Kol says not to mess with some dumb shit that causes about to fucking do everyone else ignores him, even Elijah, and they fuck around and find out, and they all of a sudden need help. And then complain like no one told them exactly what the fuck was going to happen in the first place. This man is always right, and he needs people to listen more to him. He’s been listening to what his heart says, he’s been going out and meeting new people and trying to live a life that he would really be proud of. Even though he’s very much unhinged and still acts out because he wants to be king of the world and wants to have some form of control like Klaus has because he knows that he can never get away from Klaus.

And then, when I feel like it’s towards the end of the show, and NF finally drops, hope, I feel like that’s when Kol really starts to let go of things a little bit, and really start listening to lyrics and make a promise to himself with like, maybe fighting against his dark side, a little bit of all the things that he’s known, and then just digging himself a deeper hole. He wants to actually get better for you, and for himself to have a healthy relationship. Because he’s never had that in his life, and you’re just not a play thing to him at all.

“Thirty years of running, thirty years of searching. Thirty years of hurting, thirty years of pain. Thirty years of fearful, thirty years of anger. Thirty years of empty, thirty years of shame. Thirty years of broken, thirty years of anguish…. I’m taking the reins” so it’s really just him taking the reins of his life, and just making it better than whatever it actually was. And I hope that can be therapy, I really do. But this whole concert experience would really just be a gigantic therapy session for Cole, but also having fun with you because there’s no one else that he would let see that vulnerable and that lively and have his whole façade slip down like that besides you.

But he’d be a Drake fan, Travis Scott, and probably XXXtentacion… he’s still a menace, but he’s a healed menace…. well, healing.

ELIJAH

Here is the black womans whore himself… and my man *does the debby ryan*

I know that Elijah appreciates music in general, that man literally writes his own concertos, plays the piano, plays the violin. He is classically trained. And I expect nothing less. Honestly, he really is him. And he is also still very much worse than Klaus, even though he would like to believe that he is not.

Honestly, I don’t think you would really have to introduce Elijah to rap or hip-hop music. I feel like he would already be in Erykah Badu fan, probably really like the Beastie Boys, was into old school, underground in New York, hip-hop and rap. He was probably there, underground, too, for shits and giggles when he wanted a break. So no, I don’t think you would have to introduce him to hip-hop, maybe to a couple artists and everything. But, that doesn’t need help with that department

I feel like Elijah would definitely be a Kendrick, Lamar, J. Cole fan in the rap game and even Lil Wayne too. But I want to get into some good old Tom foolery before I say my crème de la crème.

With the whole Kendrick, J. Cole and Drake beef, that’s happening, I don’t think that Elijah would ever take any sides. But I do feel like he would definitely keep up with the news, even though you wouldn’t expect them to, with the whole suit and everything.

To start off, I feel like you being the reader would bring up the whole rap beef thing to Elijah. Since two weeks ago, you already brought up the Megan Thee Stallion versus Nicki Minaj rap beef that was happening. And now, this time it is Kendrick versus everyone, fuck the big three it’s just big me nigga BUM

And I feel like it would be brought up during lunch or something since you guys have lunch together, and you’re just giving him the whole play-by-play and then letting him listen to the song. And I feel like you need to play a couple times for him, so he really gets to like listen to lyrics and understand because one thing about it is…. Metro dissed everyone in morse code

NAHHHHH CUZ YALL NOT HEARING HIMMMM BEEP BEEP BOOP NIGGA

Mans said “BUM” with his chest

Like I know, J. Cole was on his bike on his way to the studio. As soon as he heard what Kendrick Lamar said, but then again, he could also not be doing anything because he’s not the type to just be on Rappy just to get some shit going you know?

But anyways, I feel like Elijah would totally indulge in this, and he would write down a whole play-by-play with what everything means because the power money and respect? “Sweetheart, Drake is the money, Jermaine Coke is the respect, and Kendrick is the power….” I can fully foresee that man giving you a dissertation on every single line and lyric and how it is a jab at every single one of them, and the meaning is behind it. You got not only a history professor, but one of the great literary investigators of all time for no reason.

I feel like Elijah is low-key. Also waiting for Drake and J. Cole to respond to what Kendrick said about them. And he’s so messy, for he really is, because he acts all high and mighty but he’s really waiting for the gossip about what people about to say

But moving along from the rat beef, I really do feel like this man would be a Lil Wayne fan because Lil Wayne was setting a standard early in the 2000s and probably even before then about how he really is one of the best rappers out there. Like, no one else was doing it like him and no one else doesn’t like him, and will never do it like him. You would catch yourself humming to a Lil Wayne, and I feel like that man would pick it up instantly, and just go bar for bar on whatever humming note that you were on and it’s amazing, but it seems so out of character for him, but it’s really not.

Because this concert is going to be one hell of a trip because first and foremost he is not going there with a suit on, you’re going to have to get this man to be casual. Which shouldn’t be hard because he loves you, you’re his little chocolate drop, pumpkin. But putting this man in a leather jacket and some jeans and whatever shoes that are comfortable for him to wear at this concert is gonna be one thing. Fighting off other bitches while in the crowd is going to be another thing entirely as well.

But listening to him, actually let lose for the good two hours that you’ll be there at the concert screaming at your lungs, and listening to this man stay on rhythm beat and have actual breath control when he’s going for a speed to is going to be insane in mind melting

Let’s be honest, you wanna fuck this man on the regular basis just because he’s him. But you’re telling me that he’s cultured and he can wrap and knows what the fuck he’s talking about?

Coochie hours have been extended

And it gets even worse when he knows that this turns you on so anytime that you turn back to look at him he’s already looking at you, wrapping the verse with little to no effort and giving you those bad eyes because he just knows. He knows what he’s doing to you and you have no Other choice but to either look away or to hold eye contact because we both know this is gonna end up messy when you guys get back to the Airbnb or hotel room

“I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper" So I let her lick the rapper”, and this mans eyes are dead set on you and his gives the lip bite… Yeah yeah… time for me to gooooo

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15-lizards · 6 months ago

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Friend was making me watch dance moms and I was relieving my ballerina days so here’s an ASOIAF dance studio AU for the soul

-Sansa is definitely one of the best at her studio she is the Lyrical queeennnn. One of the few competition dance girls who trains in ballet and is actually good at it. She doesn’t have insane flexibility but her technique is peak and she’s great at turn sequences. Always very consistent and stable. Gets mad when they have hip hop pieces cause she’s not good at it. Likes recitals more than competitions because she can do ballet more, tends to like the French style. Hair always sprayed and smoothed into a perfect bun even if she’s just going to class, not a single flyaway to be seen. Keeps a neat dance bag that she keeps her entire life in.

-Arya is only in there because Cat thought it would be cute to have the girls dance together. Immediately got proven wrong but she already paid for the full year so. DESPISES the slow ballet and contemporary pieces. Is a fucking prodigal jumper she can do switch leaps, ariels, toe touches, literally anything. Which means she likes the upbeat jazz and hip hop numbers wayyy more. Never has a neat bun it’s a miracle it can be tamed when she goes on stage. All of her tights have runs and rips up the sides. Stains on her leotard. Brings a Gatorade to class instead of a water and gets yelled at for it. Hides in the bathroom during ballet class.

-Dany has pretty good technique, nothing standout, but makes up for everything with her energy and facials. She’s got definite potential, but is unrefined. Pretty muscular and short because she used to do gymnastics. Really likes to try anything. Ballet, lyrical, jazz, contemporary, acro, hip hop, truly everything. Consistently places third in competitions, which pisses everyone else off because they think her technique isn’t very strong, and pisses her off because she wants to place first for once. Is currently working her ass off at the barre to focus on her basic technique, is improving at a rapid pace. Dance bag smells like actual ass, you can find probably anything in there though. Doesn’t wear any padding in her pointe shoes bc she’s kind of a psychopath.

-Marg is the top girl 100% she’s the teachers favorite. Every lead role and center position is hers. Sansa’s biggest competition but they’re such good friends and so nice to each other neither of them really cares. Focuses mostly on a slower Russian style of ballet, perfect for her long legs and arms. Every move is just so intentional and perfectly placed, she flows so well from step to step. Definitely is getting countless offers from academies, professional companies, and summer programs. Alwaysss has the cutest most expensive leotards and skirts. Makes sure to pull some of her curls out of her bun to frame her face. Makeup on during class that she somehow never sweats off. Usually super sweet but tends to be passive aggressive to other studios at competitions.

-Cersei who runs the rival studio, used to be a famous competition dancer, excelled at lyrical and contemporary. Makes all of her dancers take rigorous ballet, even if they’re just competition dancers, super adamant ab ballet as the basis for everything else. Notoriously insane with a hair trigger temper, but parents keep paying out the ass for her to train their kids because she produces results. Probably throws things if you fall out of a turn. Makes kids do pushups if they miss a step. Coddles Joff, Myrcella, and Tommen though, makes sure they always get good spots and roles. Jamie’s there to teach partnering sometimes but he always looks miserable and smells like cigarettes.

-Joffery is one of those insufferable tweens who gets special attention bc he’s a guy, a rare species in the dance world. But what’s even more infuriating is that he’s really good. Great flexibility, and focuses on big jumps and turns like most male ballet dancers do. Genuinely an enrapturing performer but never has any patience for his pas de deux partners, blames it on her if she gets dropped. A mean gay but no one’s really sure if he’s gay or not. Has a posse of tween girls that make fun of everyone not in their clique. Makes snide comments at the barre. Ridiculously cocky even when he falls out of his turns. Barges into the girls dressing room without asking. Demon child.

Bonus: Robb who has to take it because the football team needs to work on their balance or whatever. Really enjoys it actually and will defend it when Theon calls it gay. But don’t ask Theon why he kept staring every time Robb started stretching at the barre

#asoiaf #asoiaf shitposting #these are all just based off me and people I used to dance with #projecting hard this evening

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igncrxntripley · 2 years ago

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Can you pleeeease do smth w secret weapon helping Rhea celebrate?

and new...

a/n: if y'all thought i was missing this opportunity YOU'RE WRONG!! HOF coming tomorrow bc i'm so sleepy

mentions: NSFW 18+, some alcohol consumption, kissing, grinding, multiple partners, oral (receiving and giving), mentions of 'clit', touching, fingering, poly!judgement day, fem!reader, bottom!rhea, top!dominik/finn/damian, switch!reader

taglist: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites

Wrestlemania weekend.

The night that every professional wrestler dreamed of experiencing. The night that changed lives forever, for the best or for the worst. Nothing held a candle to what an entertainer experienced on the most magical night in the industry.

This year was no different; almost everyone in The Judgement Day had something lined up for the whole Wrestlemania weekend, and they were career-defining matches. Matches that tested relationships and legacies were the main theme in Hollywood, and Y/N had a front row seat to all of it.

The night wasn't off to the best start, as Dominik's match against his father did not have the outcome the group was hoping for. Y/N, Damian, and Finn had each gotten involved at one point and it still wasn't enough, but it wasn't the end of that story. But they couldn't stay down in the dumps for long, because it was Rhea's turn next.

A night that Rhea had been working towards for weeks, months, years...and she got to do it with four of her best friends by her side. The four people she loved and cherished more than anything else in the world aside from her career; she was the luckiest person in the world, and they rang through her head from the minute she walked out onto the stage until the match ended.

Rhea made each of her partners promise they would stay away. While normally she was okay with them getting involved or doing whatever she needed to do to win, she had to fulfill her own destiny. And Rhea was going to do it the clean way, and defeat Charlotte with her own talents. And because they loved their girl, they each made that promise and sealed it with a kiss. The last time they saw Rhea before the match was at gorilla, where they each told her they loved her and they'd be there for her when she came backstage.

They each stood and nervously watched on a monitor backstage. Y/N was chewing on her acrylic fingers like a maniac, and every time Rhea took a nasty hit she would hide in Finn's side. Damian could barely catch his breath as he watched, and Dominik was practically ripping his hair out. All four of them were mumbling and clapping for Rhea as they waited for it all to end. But before they knew it...

One...two...three.

Rhea did it. She fulfilled her destiny and proved she could do it. She made history - something she did well - and proved that she was one of the best athletes in the industry. Not only that, but she did it on her own. She didn't need The Judgement Day by her side the entire match to cause chaos.

Her four partners backstage went absolutely mad. They jumped up and down, hugging one another and running to meet Rhea at gorilla once she was out of the ring. And once they saw their girl, they ambushed her as if she'd won the lottery. Y/N jumped up and wrapped herself around Rhea's body, Damian hugging her from the back, and Finn and Dom taking each side. The mess of kisses and hugs from the five of them was the ultimate showcase of the love they had for one another, and the way they celebrated when someone won.

"We love you so fucking much." Dominik said into her hair. Y/N pulled back and wiped the mess of tears, sweat, and makeup from under Rhea's eyes with her thumbs as they all smiled. "You have no clue how proud we are." She said softly.

Rhea smiled and gave each of them their own kiss. "I couldn't have done it without you guys." She said softly. It was clear she was tired, so everyone broke the hug and gave Rhea her space. "I have to go take pictures and stuff. I'll see you guys later?" Rhea asked softly. Everyone nodded, knowing she needed to make the usual rounds of press and interviews, and gave her one more kiss before she walked away.

Y/N smiled at her partners as they went back to their own dressing room. "I know exactly how we need to celebrate."

--- ---

It was late before everyone was able to leave the stadium and get back to the hotel. They all showered and got changed so it was one less thing to do once they got there, but also because they didn't want to waste any time.

Finn popped a bottle of champagne in the car, pouring himself and each of his partner's a glass. "Here's to the champion." Everyone cheered as they started drinking. It was known that this was a rowdy crew when they celebrated, so this was no different. But tonight, it was going to be about Rhea and only Rhea. It didn't matter what else happened or what anyone wanted; their champion was going to get the celebration she deserved.

Everyone stumbled into the hotel once they parked the car, no one knowing who's hand to hold or who to touch as the alcohol was already flowing through their systems with the adrenaline. Everyone wanted to hold hands with their champ, but she had decided to make herself comfortable against Dominik's side as they made their way to the room. Y/N had decided on a piggy back ride from Finn, and Damian's large hand rested on her back.

"Fuck, this has been amazing." Rhea said as they entered the elevator. "Thank you guys for being here with me." She smiled at everyone, most definitely a little tipsy.

Y/N giggled and reached out to play with some of Rhea's hair. "We wouldn't want to be anywhere else." She said softly. Finn nodded and tightened his grip on Y/N. "You better wake up though, princess." He smirked at Rhea. "Because we still need to celebrate."

Damian led the way back to the hotel room and opened the door for everyone else. He let everyone drop their bags, closed the door behind him, and was the first one to pull Rhea into a passionate kiss. His large hands held her cheeks, Rhea giggling and holding his hips. "Tonight's about you, champ." He told her softly.

Y/N hopped off of Finn's back and moved with Dominik to lay on the bed. "Make sure the rest of us get a turn." She told Damian with a smirk, laying her head on Dominik's chest. Finn stood behind Rhea and kissed her neck. "We've been waiting all night for this." He mumbled against her skin and chuckled when Rhea shivered.

One of Damian's hands came down to hold the front of Rhea's neck. "Lay down for us, princesa." He mumbled softly, looking down into her eyes. "And be the good girl we all know you can be." Rhea looked up at him, her blue eyes already clouded with euphoria and pleasure before moving to the bed. Once she was laying down, Y/N giggled and didn't waste any time before moving to straddle their girl.

"You're all gonna gang up on me, aren't you?" Rhea mumbled as she held Y/N's hips. Y/N smirked and took off the t-shirt she was wearing, courtesy of Damian, to show the black lace bralette she'd put on back at the stadium (Rhea's favorite, of course). "I wouldn't say it's ganging up on you when we're celebrating you." She teased softly, smiling as Rhea ran her hands up her girl's side.

Dominik made himself comfortable by Rhea's head and played with her hair. "She has a point. This is about you, not us." He said softly. Damian took off his own shirt before settling between Rhea's legs, and Finn sat on the other side of Rhea. His hand held her cheek and he gave her a slow kiss. "We love you so much." He whispered.

Damian ran his hands up Rhea's legs, massaging her muscles through her oversized sweatpants. "You just relax and let us take care of you." He said. His hands worked the sweatpants off of Rhea's legs, and she let out a shaky moan in anticipation.

Rarely did they hear those moans from Rhea. It wasn't often they had her in this position, but when they did, her partners cherished it more than anything else.

Y/N leaned down and gave Rhea another kiss, making out with her as Damian continued to massage her legs. "You're so pretty." She told her girlfriend. Rhea's hands had a death grip on Y/N's hips, and she only let go to pull her sweats off to reveal the lack of panties. "Fuck, you wore this on purpose." Rhea whined softly, and it made everyone chuckle at her. She wasn't wrong, either. They had a plan, and they had every intention of carrying it out to make sure their girl was pleasured.

Dominik's finger began to draw gentle patterns on Rhea's chest, chuckling as she'd occasionally moan and whimper from her partner's touches. But Damian was the one who took things a step further, as he also worked Rhea's underwear down her legs and moaned at the sight in front of him. "Shit, hermosa."

Y/N gave Rhea one more kiss before she sat up and adjusted herself so her clit was over Rhea's face. "I've been thinking about your mouth on me all night." She told her girl softly, brushing Rhea's hair from her face. She hadn't lowered herself down to Rhea's mouth just yet as she wanted to tease a little longer. Damian was preoccupied between Rhea's legs though and was starting to leave gentle kisses on her thighs. Those kisses moved from her thighs to her clit, and kisses turned quickly into sucking. Rhea gasped and smiled up at everyone, her hand blindly tangling itself in Damian's hair.

"Oh, good girl." Finn said softly, his own fingers gently playing with Rhea's chest through the shirt she was wearing. "Our good girl." He mumbled softly, moving to kiss Rhea's forehead.

Y/N hummed and finally lowered herself down onto Rhea's mouth. "You've been begging to have your mouth on me all weekend, so I figured it was time to give you what you wanted." She giggled softly, grinding slowly against Rhea's lips. Rhea wasted no time in using her mouth on Y/N and held her thighs tightly. "She looks so good when she uses her mouth." Dominik noted softly.

They each took their time with one another, whether they were using their mouths or their hands. Damian was taking his sweet time with Rhea, and Rhea was allowing herself to feel the pleasure from everyone while her mouth kept itself busy and her hands gave attention to her boys. But it was only a matter of time before Rhea was getting desperate.

Her quiet moans turned into desperate whimpers and whines. Her nails were digging into Y/N's thighs who echoed those same noises; as Rhea became more desperate, her mouth was working harder to pleasure Y/N. Damian was using his mouth and his fingers on Rhea to give her every ounce of pleasure.

Two of Damian's fingers were slowly pumping in and out of Rhea, while her own tongue swirled in circles around Y/N's clit. Finn brushed his thumb over Rhea's forehead and whispered to her, while Dominik worked up Y/N. "You're gonna cum like a good girl, aren't you?" Finn said to Rhea, and she tightened her grip on YN in response.

Dominik pulled Y/N into a kiss, smiling as she moved herself against Rhea's tongue. "Show Rhea how bad you want it, baby. She's been dying all weekend to taste you." He whispered, and Y/N trembled as his words threw her over the edge and she came against Rhea's tongue.

Damian smirked as he listened to everything, and Y/N finishing only made him work harder for Rhea. Finn smiled as well and looked Rhea in the eyes. "Go ahead, baby. For us." He didn't need to say another word, because that sentence alone made Rhea squeal and cum for them. Her thighs trembled and tightened around Damian's face, and he waited until she was done to completely pull away.

Y/N let herself crawl off of Rhea and lay next to her, Dominik's arms around her body and continuing to kiss her. Rhea's hand also blindly reached out to hold Y/N's thigh, and Damian was kissing up Rhea's body until he got to her lips. She smirked as she tasted herself against him, and Finn wrapped an arm around Damian.

"Get ready for round two, baby." The Irishman whispered to her.

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t-tomuras · 1 year ago

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✺ ─── • 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜

Pairing: Drummer!Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: Semi-public sex, mild dubcon, smoking, jealousy, minimal prep, creampie, implied reader x izuku

Notes: A reupload bc I like it

He’s seen you before, a number of times. You’re always at his shows with the girl the band's guitarist, Tomura, always invites. Katsuki guesses Tomura shared VIP tickets again because he consistently needs to be able to keep an eye on his ‘not girlfriend’ in the crowd and for her to coo at him from his lap after the show. Ignoring fans while Katsuki, Izuku and Touya entertain them in his stead, not that any of them seemed to mind.

But you’re increasingly grating on Katsuki’s nerves.

Not because you’re a diehard fan or overly clingy, no, quite the opposite. No matter how much he sweats from his hype or the heat of the stage lights, the humid atmosphere of outdoor concerts or even just a busted air conditioner backstage for the meet and greet he always feels a wave of frigid disdain.

Icy looks in his direction when you hear him speak, hear him flirt with some of the other ticket holders that occupy the room with you.

He’s only playing fair, though, because you do the same, don’t you? You learned quickly that he didn’t care if you draped against their bassist, Touya, or giggled at any of his own overused pickup lines. You figured out quickly what sets him off is how you cling to their lead singer, Izuku Midoriya.

Giggling loudly and touching his chest or upper arm to watch his freckled cheeks dust with a blush, leaning close and pushing your chest against him in a shirt that already has your breasts dangerously close to spilling out.

Maybe it wouldn’t bother him so much if he knew you were doing it out of spite, if he caught even a fleeting glance from you in his direction but you never do. You act like Katsuki isn’t even in the room, you act like nobody else is in the room and it burns his blood and chills his bones.

Because he actually fucking liked you, even if he fucked up the first time he saw you. Watering down his interest as some sort of defense mechanism after a previous breakup that altered how he wanted to go about relationships for the foreseeable future. He used one of his lines, notorious on Twitter amongst spurned fans that thought they were special when they met him. Repeated lines and practiced hand placements.

Sometimes, when the need felt great enough, he would bed a fan. Those were the ones that were the most vocal with their vitriol online, not that he could blame them. He was a giving lover, not that anyone could say that he wasn’t, but he acted callously. Leaving them to wake alone in hotel rooms and Bakugou catching flights to his next tour destination without even so much as a note.

Bakugou didn’t expect you to be a frequent flyer at their performances though. He knows it’s because of your friend and Tomura’s desire to see her often, Katsuki couldn’t blame him for that, he just fucking wishes he’d stop gifting two tickets when he only needed one. Or at least just started bringing her along.

End Katsuki’s silent torture that nobody else in the room seemed keen to besides you, your friend, and Izuku. He can see it in the worried glances, the apologetic looks that Midoriya sends in Katsuki’s direction; quickly averting his gaze when Bakugou snarls with a curled lip at the man.

Tonight, he’s had enough, tired of the giggling, the barely hushed whispers, the insipid fucking glances. With a click of his tongue and a muted growl, he rises from his seat, ignoring any concerned calls from his band mate or the fans that he had already zoned out mid-conversation.

He doesn’t have to wait long for the room to clear out, figuring there’s probably only about fifteen minutes left anyway so he goes outside for a smoke. Slotting the stick between his lips before lighting it, taking a long drag that burns half of the cigarette down in the first puff; tilting his head back to exhale a sizable cloud through his nostrils like a dragon.

Katsuki lights another, not usually one for chain smoking but he was working on quitting and hadn’t had one for some time anyway. It calmed his nerves, at least for the moment, ignoring the disappointed chatter amongst the VIP pass holders that come from the venue's side exit a few moments later.

Thankful to have some peace to himself, Katsuki tosses the butt into a puddle before shoving his hands in his pockets. Slipping back into the venue as the last fan exit, hunched slightly forward with his head down as he traverses the familiar halls with ease.

Only to bump into you when he rounds a corner, he doesn’t even have to look up to know. It’s just his luck that it’s always you, not to mention he could recognize the annoyed suck of your teeth anywhere, even in his dreams.

You shoulder him as you go to pass, insult on the tip of your tongue when his broad palm wraps around your upper arm. He moves quickly, despite your complaint and the bite of your nails into the skin of his forearm or how you dig in your heels like you could even slow his larger frame.

Katsuki rips open the first door he can find, a small, unused, supply closet, and practically throws you inside as you curse at him. The door slams behind him, not bothering to lock it. It’s late, the venue is mostly empty besides the custodial staff cleaning the stage and the seating areas. His band mates likely winding down or heading to the assigned dressing rooms to shower before hopping on the tour bus to travel to the next venue a few hours away.

His hand claps over your mouth, unbothered by how you bite at the butt and heel of his palm as he crowds your space. Nose to nose with you with an unwavering gaze.

Despite the proximity, your fists pound on his chest, what little that does, until you grow tired. When you slump, hands falling to your sides and exhale slowly (but not without your signature annoyed sigh) Katsuki finally removes his hand.

“What is your problem Bakugou?”

He hates when you call him that, you know that he does, because you were a fan of his. You’d called him Katsuki upon your first meeting before you try to be as impersonal with him as possible.

His head hangs, ash blond locks falling in his face as his shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath of his. Slowly exhaled before he cages you in by placing his hands on either side of your head, husking out a growled, “you.”

You hate that his voice can still send shivers down your spine, can still make your clit throb as a wave of arousal rips through you. You fold your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes with a hmph.

Katsuki chuckles at the reaction, he can tell that you want to yell at him, tell him good, you’re glad you’ve gotten under his skin but you don’t want to reward him with your voice. With conversation of any sort.

“You get on my nerves,” he leans forward, stepping closer as you try and back into the wall behind you, “I’m so sick of seeing you in the front row at almost every fucking show.”

His forehead rests on yours as he goes on, your hands resting on his chest but you don’t exactly try and push him away or attempt to create distance.

“Tired of seein you flirt with the damn nerd, hate that it isn’t even to make me fuckin jealous,” Katsuki wishes it was, but the more he speaks and the less you move the more he puts together a truth. A truth that even if you’re mad at him, you still want him.

He can tell, he’s always been good at noticing and it fills his chest with warmth; brings a smile to his face as he pulls your hips into his and lets his lips brush against the apple of your cheek.

“Fuckin done with how much I fuckin want you.”

He kisses you, chaste and testing, but the first sign of returned pressure he presses on. Tilting his jaw and hooking his fingers under your chin to deepen the contact. Letting his tongue swipe teasingly at the seam of your lips but when you grant him access he parts, but just barely a hairsbreadth away.

Fixing you with an intense stare as you catch your breath. His fingers toying with a loose strand of hair for a moment, “What if I told you I wanted you,” his other hand ventures between your bodies, cupping your mound with a half smirk, “right here. Right now?”

“I’d say you’ve used that line before,” you attempt to stay huffy but the massage of his fingers, pads of them pressing into your clit pleasantly, makes it difficult.

“Only once,” he doesn’t give you a chance for rebuttal, swallowing any semblance of a response and morphing the sound into a delicate mewl.

Katsuki has a way of making people melt, you’d heard it before in some ‘tell-all’ tiktok from one or two fans (before it’s subsequently taken down) but you didn’t think it’d happen to you. Didn’t think he’d make you putty in his hand quite so easily.

He paws at you like a man starved, hardly fumbling with your flimsy belt that was more for aesthetics than actual functionality before tossing it at his feet. Easily undoing his own pants and shoving them low enough for you to see the outline of his growing hardon. All while barely parting from the bruising kiss, nipping at your bottom lip or letting his tongue swipe over your own.

Palming your ass as he presses you closer into him, forcing your upper back to press into the wall while he pulls your pelvis into his. Thick digits rubbing over the seam of your skinny jeans before he growls lowly.

“Would fuckin wear pants tonight,” Katsuki huffs, working to shimmy the second skin down your thighs while you help him with a meager shimmy; kicking them away when they pool around your ankles.

Kissing hungrily again, muffled moans in the midst of it. His fingers rubbing over the delicate fabric of your underwear like he was over your pants, groaning into your mouth as his eyes roll at the growing damp spot on the cotton. Teasing himself by pushing beneath the seam to play in the sticky warmth, running through your folds before slipping his middle finger into you.

His hips buck into yours, his other hand cupping the curve of your skull. Tilting you so he can nip and lap at the salty sheen on your skin from the day, flicking his wrist as his finger works you towards the edge. Enough to drag you close but not see you to the finish line, enough to have you whining the way he wants.

In that breathy way he’s dreamed about, “fuck Suki. Please.” Better than he’d ever imagined as you fist the fabric of his loose tank top.

You let your own hand slip between you, rubbing along the length of his cock over his boxer brief before you pull the band down. Thick girth, flushed and leaky, tapping against his skin as Katsuki arranges your bodies.

Tight grip at the back of your thigh, hiking it over his hip as he coats himself in your slick. Letting the tip catch at your entrance before pushing slowly so he can savor the roll of your eyes as you take each inch until you’re wetting the wiry thatch at the base of his cock.

Katsuki starts slowly, hand sliding to palm your ass as he sets the pace, pushing you into each thrust. The clap of skin filling the small space with your pretty huffs at each contact. Bakugou brushing his lips along your throat and jawline as he plunged into you, hips jerking out of sync as your cunt clamps around him when he hits the right spot.

“Katsuki, Katsuki,” whining, head lolling back against the wall, craning to give him more access to your throat. Digging your nails into his shoulder as he sucks a dark mark into the column of your throat and drives continuously into that patch within you that has you seeing stars. Coating his cock in creamy rings when his thumb finds you clit and he coos, “good girl, cream my cock just like you should.”

And he’s not far behind you, high off of everything you reward him with. Enveloped in your heat and the way your climax milks him too much for him to last much longer. Filling you to the brim with your name on his lips, but his eyes roll when your nails scrape gently at the short hairs of his undercut as he rides out his orgasm.

Rolling his hips slowly until he comes to a stop all together, pulling his softening cock from you shortly after. Lowering your leg to the floor but sure to let you lean against him, smirking at the slight tremble he can see in your stance.

But the moment is short lived, the lapse in forced disdain for him over as you forced the feelings of resentment in place of the previous content and connection. Shoving at his chest to gain some distance in the small space as you kick around for your pants.

His wall goes back up, the one Bakugou swore he wouldn’t let come down ever again before you’d come along. He pulls his own bottoms back up, tucking himself away then fishing out his phone to shine his flashlight to be moderately helpful to you.

Hardly any at all as he doesn’t move the light around, letting your body cast shadows where you’d need to see. You whip your head at him, bent at the waist and your annoyance mounting when you’re met with him leisurely leaning against the door.

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoyin the view.”

#vixen drabbles

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tinycherry0 · 7 months ago

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hellooooo um so i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if you’d write some fluffy madness where reader tries their best to comfort rhea after she had to vacate the women’s championship title?

you can take the concept and do what you want with it but im just begging for rhea fluff bc theres an agonizingly low amount of rhea fics as it is 🥺🙏🏼

On Top Again

Angst, fluff, fluff ending, No use of Y/N, gender neutral reader. That’s pretty much it I think

(Sorry if it’s a little short!! But I tried my best, I hope you like it!! <3)

That week, Rhea was very to herself, which was unlike her and you had no clue why. You tried cheering her up with little surprises and affection, and while it put a smile on her face it never lasted long.

You figured she needed space; Rhea wasn’t the strongest communicator when it came to her feelings. You were aware of that. You knew if something was bothering her terribly, she’d come to you.

Now you knew what kept her spirts down that week when you watched Monday Night Raw, you stared at the screen with a sad, pitiful look. That championship was proof of her commitment, hard work, and her literal blood, sweat, and tears. It was her whole life encased in a shiny golden belt she wore with pride; and that night it was almost as if it was stripped from her over an injury. You could only imagine her pain in that moment.

When she got home the next day around noon, she seemed almost defeated. You knew she put up a strong front for work, but now she didn’t seem too sure of her abilities.

You slowly walked towards her while she was crouched, giving Barry and Luna some much needed affection. She wore a baggy band shirt paired with her signature sweatpants, suitcase still at the door.

“Hey, love. I seen what happened last night..do you feel like talking about it?..”

Rhea sighed, getting up and giving you a deep hug which you returned immediately. She finally spoke up after a few moments in your embrace.

“..I’m sorry I’ve been distant..and not talking to you as much as I should. I just got the news before Raw..I felt like I needed to process it on my own before going up on stage and announcing it in front of everyone. I knew you were worried about me, and I’m sorry..”

You looked up at Rhea, cupping her face in your hands before speaking gently.

“I know you process emotions differently Rhea, and that’s okay. I understand…and I’m sorry you lost your championship. It meant a lot to you.”

Rhea gives you a pity half-smile, looking to the side.

“It did..it still does. I worked my ass off for that championship only for it to get stripped away from me. I don’t even know what I’m going to have to do to get it back.”

You heard the frustration in her voice, quickly replying to try and ease her nerves.

“Hey, hey..baby, I know you’ll get it back. If anyone is worthy of that title it’s you. It took an injury to take your title away from you, not anyone else’s willpower. That sounds pretty badass if you ask me.”

Rhea cracked a small smile, looking at you with a glimpse of hope in her eyes as you continued speaking.

“I know that championship meant the world to you. I’m sorry.” You gave Rhea a sympathetic look, putting a strand of hair that was in her face behind her ear.

“It was my whole life, but you are too. You’re my number one motivator and I’m so glad that you believe in me.”

You smiled at Rhea, tears in your eyes from the swell of emotions you felt from what she just told you.

“It’s going to take a lot more than one little injury to stop thee Rhea Ripley. Even if I also advise you stay home, you most likely wouldn’t have listened.” Rhea chuckled a little bit, showing you a genuine smile for the first time in a while.

You gave Rhea a kiss on the cheek as she kept on giggling; she draped her arms around your waist in return.

“You’re going to be on top again, Rhea, I know you will. You always are.”

#rhea ripley #mami rhea #women of wwe #rhea ripley x reader #papi rhea #rhea ripley fluff #rhea x reader #wwe superstars #wweedit

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t4tozier · 7 months ago

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an extension of this post for @peachtozier aka losers band au <3

okay first off let’s start with who plays what

richie: drums. i said a lot of my thoughts in the original post but i think he really takes a shine to it and ends up being so so good at the drums. he’s the one that gets the most slow-mo edits made of him by fans because he’s got the long hair and the sweat and he dumps water on his face in the middle of songs because he doesn’t have time to drink it.

bill: lead singer and songwriter. he gets a lot of attention because of it which the others always tease him about until he turns red. his stutter goes away when he sings and new fans are always shocked when he talks for the first time at one of the concerts because they don’t expect to hear it. he writes most of the lyrics, but richie occasionally helps out if he has a specific idea.

mike: keys, backup vocals/instruments. he’s kind of a jack of all trades, knows how to play a little bit of everything, so he’s the one that will take over if someone else has to tap out for a show or if they just need a break on a song that doesn’t require piano. very good at taking cues from others when they deviate from the studio versions during concerts.

bev: bass guitar and backup vocals.

sorry i blacked out for a moment thinking about bev playing bass. anyway. she whips out these killer basslines like it’s nothing. she likes basing some of her work on famous riffs but she always puts her own spin on it to make it something new. thrives on improvisation.

eddie: lead guitar. i just think he deserves to shred. he can let his energy out on the heavier songs but also switch it up and play a lovely ballad on the acoustic guitar. he’s not great at improv but will provide a steady riff as a base while the others do their thing.

stan: band manager. he’s very professional and polished when communicating with venues and sponsors but when they all show up nobody can tell which one is him because he’s just as goofy as the rest of them. he’ll be dancing along to tiffany or whatever random song they put on as their warmup in the green room and lip syncing over a can of soda with richie and then some assistant comes in to knock on the door and he clears his throat and straightens up and is like thank you ten :)

ben: roadie/techie. he comes up with all the cool lighting cues, the set design, and is the one to go over the stage before a gig to make sure that it’s structurally sound and everything they want to do will be safe at the venue. he also carries some of their heavier equipment, helps richie load the drum kit onto the stage, etc.

okay this is gonna become a longer au bc this post is already too long <3

#suburban decline au #band au #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #stan uris #stanley uris #beverly marsh #bev marah #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #the losers club #connor tag #starcrossd lovers

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blankvort · 7 months ago

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tangentially animal-related hcs 4 the mean girls crew bc i am now responsible for giving a goldfish daddy issues

cady

inexplicably allergic to dogs and always in the first four stages of grief about it. don’t @ me about the medical semantics i just want her to suffer a little

tried to get a job at petco the second she turned eighteen but learned of the above information in the most destructive job interview since janis’s application to be the local coffee shop’s cool gay barista (they were worried that she’d swear at fighter-jet-takeoff volumes if she touched hot coffee) (she did, but only because they started playing a shitty pop cover of one of damian’s fave show tunes) and came out of the building a puddle of mucous and tears

grossly fascinated by the grossest of primitive functions. her insta page is all dope and authentic until you find a selfie taken using the back camera 0.5x with the corpse of an effervescent snail and a bunch of reels telling you how to narrow down what bird species are destroying your garden by the splay of their shit

has a miniature aneurysm whenever movies get stuff wrong about animals. artistic liberties are granted to janis alone. like sure if she’s in the theater she’ll sit through the movie fisting popcorn down her throat but as soon as she gets out of there the entire mall becomes a soapbox for dissecting the bullshit sexual dimorphism of giving female animals eyeliner

thus while i know the headcanon of her loving the lion king is basically canon i think she’s absurdly secretive about it. like she’s burying her merchandise and blu-ray copies under her bed in the dead of night while secreting more sweat than should be possible. she could come out to her parents and elope to antarctica no problem but liking the lion king which implies that lighter manes = stronger lions is a death sentence

probably got banned from a bunch of zoos for interrupting field trips

janis

had one of those angel/wolf/dragon/whatever hybrid phases as a kid like all good artists. did those like. not quite furry but not quite human animal art commissions on twitter for a while for the funnies but discovered a lucrative market and never turned back

does not know how to hold human or animal babies. like she’s good at taking care of them in terms of general physical and intellectual nourishment but that limp wrist is not supporting any necks properly

mercilessly makes fun of the whole “would you love me if i was a worm” trend. she doesn’t even love most humans what makes you think she has any answer for you regarding that other than that she’d turn you into a super deep art piece museums would purchase for exorbitant amounts

that being said she feels like a vivarium girlie to me. she’s nocturnal like a pillbug and post-canon constantly tries to convince the plastics that her pacman frog is poisonous

feeds her meticulously decorated ant farm gourmet meals every day. anyone else gets microwavable mac and cheese at best

this one probably won’t make sense unless you’re a jenny nicholson fan but she has a fake id for buying wine and turning the corks into those hallmark craft animal sculptures (and selling the open wine bottle to mrs george in back alleys)

damian

his grandma owns the most omnicidal chihuahua in the state of chicago. it’s how he learned to dance with such mental and physical dexterity. how else would he have survived visits to the nursing home

^ attempted to adopt the chihuahua’s children to have his own bruiser woods moment. turns out, even with his classically trained tenor voice, puppies and janis respond to the “drop it” command much the same way. that is to say they do not drop it and the puppies ran away with ninety nine per cent of his anastasia-inspired music box memorabilia

has a love-hate relationship with cats the musical. like memory is one of his top ten karaoke songs but he’s not going to admit it until he’s several fruity seltzers into the night. wishes all the actors in the movie had been replaced with real cats picked off the street before anything else was approved

played milky white in a scammy local production of into the woods and so so so embarrassed about it. he had to be on stilts the whole show

stuck a fish in regina’s backpack sometime in sophomore year but found karen feeding it and talking to it about her worst fears and greatest dreams felt too guilty to continue with the next phase of his plan (sticking a very hot picture of janis in regina’s backpack) (karen probably would’ve tried to talk to the photo too)

regina

musical specific but i think she didn’t Exactly do a matching animal costume with gretch and karen because 1) what can you dress up as when your friends are going as a cat and a mouse. cheese? 2) had cady not moved into the neighborhood, she’d have gone as a sexy lion to ease into the prospect of. you know. with shane oman but going as a sexy lion when your shiny new homoerotic frenemy has a lion pin on half her clothing isn’t quite a non-questionable choice

had a warrior cats phase she keeps under lock and key in the very depths of her closet. her closet is an iceberg of issues that goes shein -> homosexuality -> warrior cats and climate change is doing a number on it

fried a couple of janis’s ants alive with a magnifying glass sometime before middle school. she’s never flirted normally in her life

the bulk of janis’s furry commission clientele. she has so many emails for alternate accounts that she could get every american president ever suspended from twitter if national security let her. that’s including the dead ones

remember the nigh-rabid chihuahuas damian had. yeah she’s been raising those in secret for a few years now. mrs george doesn’t notice because regina hides them in her hair and extensions are, like, totally in or whatever

had a horse girl phase. all her drawings of horses came out like this meme tho. the art freaks nickname was born out of jealousy

gretchen

chose to be a sexy cat for halloween to match with karen because she has no sense of identity. also because she remembers regina’s warrior cats phase

actually a guinea pig person. i’ve never met a guinea pig person but she feels like one. they’re both in dire need of daily interaction and likely polyamorous

but also peri-canon gretchen could not keep a pet alive she’d spend every cent of the wieners fortune on buying the animal’s love

speaking of. her family bought a stable to fuel “her” horse girl phase. she just wanted to make regina happy and couldn’t stay on a saddle if there was an escalator that plopped her right on the horse

cares about the puppy bowl more than she cares about the superbowl

instinctively pets cute animals. if they bite her then she deserved it

karen

chose to be a sexy mouse for halloween because tom and jerry was having a media marathon and she’s into that sort of power dynamic

believes in unicorns more than she believes in horses. this is because she had a horse girl phase for the hottest of seconds before realizing that none of the ponies at the apache trail sale had horns and thought they had their horns cut off for aesthetic reasons

animals love her so much. survived a jellyfish attack because the jellyfish sensed she just wanted to pet something shiny and absolutely respected that. pests of all shapes and sizes evict themselves stat when karen says her mom doesn’t appreciate her hundred thousand dollar lotions being invaded by peril-bringing insects. strays follow her 24/7. gretchen is jealous (of the animals)

thinks tigers are very sick zebras

thinks blobfish are cuter when they’re all flesh putty out of their natural habitats but would also break into a zoo if she thought the animals were being mistreated

was banned from australia at the age of eight because she tried to have a sleepover in a kangaroo’s pouch

aaron

mean girls insta described him as a golden retriever so i’m also hcing him as being allergic to dogs <3 equality

becomes deeply fearful of all fauna after falling into a research rabbit hole for the sake of connecting with cady. what do you mean buffalo are some of the deadliest beasts on the planet and not just a type of chicken wing

kevin g

a preteen vsco girl in her granola advocacy era stuck in a teenage boy’s body. he has saved more turtles than any natucate volunteer by repurposing his rejected business cards to make a selfie stick long enough to stick him in the same selfie as gretchen wieners. the selfie stick has been in progress since daycare. he has also gone to the hospital more than any natucate volunteer do not trust this man with shop class equipment

#mean girls #cady heron #janis sarkisian #janis ‘imi’ike #damian hubbard #regina george #gretchen wieners #karen smith #karen shetty #aaron samuels #kevin gnapoor #kevin ganatri #these r so long for no reason #who wants goldfish pics btw

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not-goldy · 2 months ago

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Fandom is so innocent on what these celebrities care or do not care about. You’d think by now they’d have it all figured out, why these idols get massive hate but do not sweat over it.

I will give them an example, few years ago, when twilight was a big deal, 2 of the main actors of tv show vampire diaries also thought it was a good idea, like jk and v are doing, to enable shippers and started to do pr dating and allow said shippers to say and do as they please about them online (and offline at fan conventions, red carpet interviews etc), no questions asked, just let them do whatever, say whatever, same as jimin, v and jk let army do.

People were as invasive of said actors irl relationship (at this point they were a real couple) as it can get but it was okay, they both got a huge chunk of self promotion from that, new brand deals every 2 weeks or so, the tv show was at it’s peak audience, they were invited to be the face of many magazine covers, and all that obviously brought a lot of money to their pockets. As long as these irl shippers got to see what they wanted to see from them it was all good, no matter how unhinged most of these “fans” were to anyone around these two actors, it was all for a bigger cause, so “let’s be the bigger persons and not let this get to us on personal level.”

Until they fought and split up, and then later the actor got married to someone else and all hell broke loose. These same fans constantly going to his wife’s personal sm accounts to constantly harass her and their newborn child in the most evil ways. He got mad mad at them and then suddenly he couldn’t be the bigger person anymore, and started to call them out every chance he got to get back at them but it was already too late because they wouldn’t listen to him, and ohhh who could’ve imagined that would happen right? With the way these actors used to enable them and let them do and say as they pleased when the two actors were still together… no shit sherlock! No one saw that coming from miles away, nope!

My point is, the maknae line will have a lot to complain about when they are older with grey hair and all the noise dies a little and, most importantly, they are not profiting as much as they are right now from this sick on going blasé narrative they cater to where one of the three is the main villain to the other two youngest’s forbidden love story. And how ironic it is that once that happens they will complain and maybe start suing over something they once helped to perpetrate themselves and actively encouraged the fandom to keep doing because it gave them more visibility and revenue. No matter who from their personal lives got hurt, they are idols after all. This is why people can treat them as such. I personally prefer to just watch them be pretty on stage while performing, I got zero sympathy for any of these people apart from those behind the scenes who have to suffer in silence bc of these idols’ greedy choices.

Emphasizes on do not sweat about it

People live in toxic pockets and assume that's the bigger perspective. Some people need to broaden their Horizons

Ah you talking about Ian Sommerholder. Damon and Nina Dobrev. Elena. I saw his video addressing those shippers I was like sir you made your bed hump in it.

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redemptioninterlude · 2 years ago

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@444fm - gabriel gets a starter bc bitch i love you ?

the sound of her tongue clicks against THE ROOF OF HER MOUTH. marceline, marceline! still touring under the name of the vampire queen, she does her part to dress it, own it. but it's not like she's exactly geared up and ready to be faced with her ex in the crowd. annoying. she can ignore that, but it does make her more destructive, a little bit mean. there's a certain sloe-eyed fanaticism to her - marceline on stage, head back, sweat dripping - she wears the best of the worst of herself up there. Where nobody can touch her, where nothing else matters but the slick licks of her guitar, the howling lows of her voice.

you also meet so many people out here. good ones, and bad ones, but gabriel? gabriel's not so bad. The kind of flower boy pretty that she'd usually hate, but they work together often enough for her to only laugh when she finally drops into the seat at the bar next to him, as people crowd and come and go between sets. sign this! look at me! everyone wants a SLIVER of what they got. "urgh. tell me you're not going home with the girl who's tits you just signed. or do. i mean, who knows, you might have a good time, hayes."

- @444fm

#( marceline ) &&. interactions #( marceline ) &&. rock and roll verse #444fm #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised !

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chryzuree · 1 year ago

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3, 6, and 9 for all four categories; well no 9 in the first but for the three others lmao

I. PRE-RELATIONSHIP

3. Who felt romantic feelings first?

questions that genuinely make me stop and stare at the ceiling for ten minutes. who did feel romantic feelings first?? chrysi started flirting w gil first, but that was mostly bc she was running away frm the pain of losing azure + gil was one of theeeeee least likely ppl to fall in love w her. and she was rlly only flirting w him because it was a fun pastime. plus, a huge part of their relationship is them both not realizing their feelings for each other… hmmmm. so is it who knew they had romantic feelings first, or who developed the unaware crush first??

…. i think i’m going to say gil, then. mostly bc chrysi’s still so wrapped up in her pain of losing azure that she can’t tell if she genuinely likes gil or if he’s jst a good distraction.

6. What was their "flirting stage" like?

answered here :))

II. GENERAL

3. What was their first kiss like?

answered here <3

6. How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash?

OH BOY. MY FAV TOPIC EVERRRR. bc chrysi and gil are both so similar (protective. defensive of those they love. oblivious to their feelings for convenience reasons) and yet soooo difference (violently codependent versus violently independent, clueless versus astute, off-balance versus deliberately startling) and it’s jst such a fun dynamic.. they complement each other when it gets down to protecting others. they work p well in battle, for example, and for a few shining moments, they feel understood..

but they clash violently when it comes to communication styles. such as: neither of them fucking communicate to save their lives, and it’s accidental on gil’s part and 100% on purpose on chrysi’s part.

idk if i’m making sense, but they’re soooo. they’.re. they are. i meaaaan. yeag.

9. Who gets jealous easier?

GILLLL, gil gil gil!!!!!!!!!!! chrysi’s using him most of the time, so whenever she sees gil w someone (coughs, dahlia frm the light novel), she’s like “huh. good for him <3” whereas gil is sweating and crying and throwing up any time he sees chrysi w/ another man. no, he doesn’t have feelings for her. yes, he wants to shrivel up and die when she gives someone else attention that’s not HIM. please, for the love of GOD!!!! he is RIGHT HERE!!!!

III. LOVE

3. Who uses the cheesy pick-up lines, or does corny gestures?

okay, so depending on the circumstance,, both do. chrysi does it bc it makes gil blush + it’s funny and cute!! gil does it bc break told him it would be a good idea (source: just trust me). that still makes gil blush and chrysi thinks it’s funny and cute, so it works in both directions :)) ((break is doing his older brother duties of embarrassing chrysi’s future boyfriend in front of her, since he won’t be there to see them actually get together…… oh. made myself a little sad there. okay, i have to leave.))

6. What are their favorite things to do together?

answered here!!

9. What reminds them of each other?

whenever chrysi sees ravens/crows, cigarettes, coffee shops, tea shops, white gloves, a black hat, a long black coat, she thinks of gil! she also thinks of him when she sees a pretty lighter & a pretty tin box. mostly bc she thinks that gil would find a use for it (and if he doesn’t, alice will steal it and use it instead!!)

gil thinks of chrysi whenever he sees a red dress, a parasol (??? chrysi has used one exactly ONE TIME, i’m NOT sure what’s going on in gil’s head tbh), BOOKS, SO MANY BOOKS, sketchbooks too <33 also pretty ring sets.. oz nearly convinced gil to buy an engagement set for chrysi bc it was so pretty. he was BATTLING to be the devil on gil’s shoulder. shame it didn’t work (oz is kicking rocks and pouting down the street. plan foiled.)

IV. DOMESTIC LIFE

3. What is the wedding like? Who attends?

answered here :D

6. Do they have any pets?

answered hereee

9. How do they celebrate holidays?

they spend SO MUCH TIME in the kitchen. gil doesn’t like having chrysi help cook bc she’ll get distracted if he doesn’t have a task for her going at all times, but she’s good at keeping the kitchen clean even as he’s cooking and such. nd when they aren’t in the kitchen, chrysi’s crawling into their bay window w a blanket and a book and she’s begging gil to join her PLEASEEEE bc they never get a break from keeping the abyss company’s :(( come here pleaseeeeee. he obliges, but only bc he loves her sososo much.

#.asks #m.dapper🌸#s.chrysigil #i’ve made better chrysigil personality clash posts than this. listen i am SLEEPY.. goodnightie. <- will NOT be going to sleep

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wozwaid · 2 years ago

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platonic genshin x reader headcanons! gn pronouns

im doing random characters so send who you want me to do next!

this is a crack fic as per usual

woz’s thought of the day: free miko from my serenitea pot

warnings: cursing, dumbasses being dumbasses, improper grammar bc i never paid attention to it in school and now i cant read or write oops lol

✰

itto

- somehow always shows up when someone is messing with you

- like even if a little kid bumps into you he’ll pop up behind you out of NOWHERE like “do it again bitch see what happens”

- we know hes not above fighting a child

- begs you to join his gang every single day promising he’ll share the snacks he won from an 8 year old with you (but you know he never will)

✰

jean

- “dont come in my office” but always leaves a chair next to her desk bc she knows youll come in anyways

- you drag her out of her office and she flails around like a child bc she needs to finish the work that she has to turn in in 3 years

- you guys sit under the big windrise tree (names are hard and i dont feel like looking it up) and take naps

- jean is so petty if shes upset w you she’ll put you on the cleanup crew ™️ (ft noelle) and make you chase after klee

✰

ayato

- he’s so bratty its hilarious

- you go out for dinner and when the check comes he just gets up and leaves??? “someone else usually covers it” BITCH YOU CANT JUST LEAVE????

- gives the worst advice ever but we love him for that

- you’re stressed abt work? just get someone else to do it

- ask him to do your work for you and he’ll look at you like you’re a psychopath

✰

xiao

- ZERO social skills idk how you guys became friends

- like you’ll be relaxing by yourself and he’ll show up out of nowhere

“...”

“hello”

“THE FUCK-”

- the kind of friend whos brutally honest with you without any hesitation

“that outfit is terrible”

“xiao this is an outfit YOU picked for me bc you hated all the others”

“did i stutter”

✰

kujo sara

- shogun stans ™️

- lowkey kind of a tsundere friend? she’ll never admit that she really enjoys your company.

- yall became friends bc you talked once and she decided she liked you so she would follow you around (but at a distance bc she doesnt know how to start a casual conversation)

- you eventually went up to her and asked if she was ok and the rest is history

- naur bc if yall are REALLY CLOSE she’ll rant to you and she has a lot to say

“how the fuck did the shogun change her mind so quickly abt the vision hunt decree i poured my blood sweat and tears into enforcing that shit-”

“sara it is 3AM can this wait 4 more hours-”

“i dare you to interrupt me again”

i think i have carpal tunnel from playing hatsune miku colorful stage

#platonic genshin x reader #kujo sara x reader #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #xiao x reader #jean x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #woz 📝#woz 🧠

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astudyincontrasts · 2 years ago

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Ok so my brain fog is real today bc awful pain but a friend and I were swapping Viktor headcanons one day specifically of musician!Viktor (and what else he could do with those hands 🤤) and now bass playing Viktor lives rent free in my head so do with that what you will if you feel so inclined. 😉 like idk maybe reader has been secretly watching him play at her favorite bar forever and has been pining….or it’s like a Judah/Princess Carolyn situation and reader has no idea he’s a musician on the side. ^_^

Here you go, Lyds! I’m sorry it’s not terribly heavy on musical details, because while I love music I know precious damn little about making it.

Just some sweet fluff, I decided to give reader a name bc I’m terribly tired of doing y/n stuff but it’s still reader perspective and limited name usage.

Musician!Viktor x Fem!Reader SFW

It was getting to the point you couldn't afford this. Neither your stretched thin budget, nor your sleep-deprived schedule. Not even your liver, to be honest. But each week, three times a week, you somehow managed to find a way to pay the cover charge, afford the three drink minimum, and drag yourself from bed the next morning and back off to work.

It was worth it. Viktor played beautifully. But it wasn't just the music, it was him. That first night you caught one of his regular sets at the bar was purely accidental. It was your favorite spot and once or twice a month you'd stop in, treat yourself, or else swing by with friends. He'd sat down quietly on the tall lone stool in the small cleared space that acted as a makeshift stage near the far end of the bar and in the solitary bright light in the warm, dimly lit space, simply began to play.

It was like that each time. No conversation, no introduction or rambling or belabored explanations of who he was or what each song was about. He simply sat, began to play, and one by one the conversations would hush or lower, the whole place wrapped up for the two hour stretch of each of his sets. He only ever sang along to the last song, and played the same one each time to wrap the set. It wasn't a language you understood, and he sang quiet and low, but oh how it haunted. Raised goosebumps across your skin each time, left scalp tingling deliciously without fail. Mouth parted and breath tight, practically shivering, melting.

It had become like a drug.

The only thing that absorbed your week, the one thing you looked forward to and it was draining your accounts and pressing your time... but you needed it. Craved it. You'd even found the perfect spot, the perfect seat in the house to watch him play, relax and not be bothered by any other single barflies that might be looking for someone to make conversation with or flirt with. And most importantly, you were fairly sure he couldn't see you. Perfectly camouflaged in the sea of ever changing faces and other regulars.

Janna forbid he ever start looking up from that bass and caught you sitting there, rapt, with what you were very certain was an incredibly stupefied look of lovesick adoration on your face.

You knew this was stupid, one sided, and ridiculously parasocial. To entertain such an enormous and painful crush on a boy you knew nothing about - simply because he played so beautifully, looked so lovely sat perched there on that stool with the bass balanced on one lean thigh. He was all long, slim limbs, sharp cheekbones and cut of jaw. Heavy brows that would knit in concentration over the complicated parts of songs or lift in unapologetic joy at the lilting melodies.

The warmer nights he's roll up sleeves to his elbows. Rid himself of his tie. And you could sit there, nursing a cool drink as you watched the little trickle of a bead of sweat trace its unhurried path down his forehead, down between brows to roll along his nose and hang shivering off the end of it before dropping away.

To say nothing of the ones that ran down alongside his ear, trickling along the perfect hook of his jaw down along the lean column of his throat only to disappear into the dip of his collarbone just visible in the part of his shirt. Oh, to be able to chase such lucky things; to catch salt on your tongue and taste of skin. To have them drip down upon you with him braced upon elbows above, those narrow hips fitted neatly between spread thighs.

It embarrassed you, how much you wanted him.

You'd never had such a silly crush before. Never let yourself get so wrapped up in anyone that they were all you could think about, that you couldn't sleep at night without indulging in at least one little fantasy of them. He was ruining you, stealing your sleep from staying up late to catch each set and then even more, every night, moans soft across the pillow, thighs shivering out tension with no one between them, nothing but your own fingertips and the cycle of fevered fantasy of his mouth, his hands, his tongue.

His voice in your ear.

It was one of these sticky hot summer nights, and it had already got off to a terrible start. Held late at work, crosstown traffic terrible, a long line at the door of the bar. Your favorite spot had been taken, and you weren't sure how you were going to afford the three drink minimum tonight. You'd skipped your morning coffee and head had throbbed half the day to thank you for the caffeine withdrawal. It was time to accept you simply couldn't keep this up. It wasn't healthy, it would never go anywhere, and what had begun as a delightful indulgence had instead begun to hurt.

Glaring cold jealousy at the unassuming people who'd managed to nab your favorite spot you instead took a seat at the bar and ordered the most refreshing drink they had; laced with thin sliced cucumber and botanical infused vodka, positively crammed with ice and sparkling with the effervescence of charged water. You toyed with the little yellow nasturtium flower that came perched on the top of it and sipped slowly. Very slowly.

“That looks delicious.”

Already having suffered a frustrating day, sitting in simmering in anger over having your comfortable plans ruined, miserable over being ready to shake off this silly crush and preparing to face the inevitable discomfort of having to stop all this madness, ween yourself back to a normal life, all of it compounded by the aggravating heat, you felt your temper spike hot and sudden at the nerve of some random man moving in to flirt with you. Rolled eyes to yourself and clenched jaw before the hand holding the little yellow flower hit the bar and your turned sharply to tell the owner of that voice to piss off.

Only to be met by a soft, fox-sly tilt pair of golden amber eyes under familiar dark brows.

And your heart stopped. Stumbled, stutter-started and tried very hard to both climb up into your throat and simultaneously drop into the pit of your stomach, leaving you reeling. And he smiled, cupid bow shape of his mouth canting ever so slightly higher at the edge that a little beauty mark graced. That soft gaze of his strayed to your glass before it rose to catch the bartender, and he lifted a single elegant finger to order the same drink for himself.

Apparently undeterred by your awkward silent ogling about ten inches away from his face, he turned back to you with that warm look again. Your body forgot it had legs, limbs, internal organs or anything more than the panicked hammering of that treacherous heart and hard static buzz of your brain short circuiting. He nodded at the little flower you held.

“Did you know those are edible? My grandmother used to grow them in a little box outside her windowsill.”

Your attention strayed to the small flower whose stem you were currently crushing between thumb and forefinger. And then that vaporlock finally broke in your brain. Let you breathe a soft laugh that thankfully did not sound as unhinged as you felt.

“You’re putting me on.”

The bartender delivered his drink and Viktor plucked the little flower in his up, stared you dead in the face, dare accepted, and popped it whole into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as that smile grew and you watched him incredulously. Just waiting for him to give up the game, spit it out sputtering and laugh at having his bluff called. Instead he swallowed happily, the lovely rise of that adam’s apple in his throat moving enticingly against the open part of his collar - no tie tonight - and took a slow sip of his drink.

You eyed your little flower and lifted it slowly, paused to narrow gaze at him before you bit one petal off. It was edible. Peppery, like bitter lettuce with a finish like fresh scrubbed carrots. You felt your brows shoot up and heard him laugh warmly as he leaned an elbow on the bar beside you and took another long sip of his drink.

“See?”

“Yes! Its... they’re good!” You took another nibble and he held out his free hand.

“I’m Viktor.”

You struggled with the half eaten flower, petal still hanging partway out your mouth, and finally dropped the flower back into your drink, covered your mouth with one hand and offered him the other. Real smooth. Just killing it.

“Yef. Imf. Ahem. Haha... I uh, I know. I’m Tasha.”

“Tasha.” He took your hand, kindly ignoring all the awkwardness, or else actually mindboggingly charmed by it, “I’ve seen you here before I think?”

Oh damn. Oh fuck.

As delicious as the gentle fold of his hand was around yours, you tried to slide yours away and hide embarrassment at being caught out by turning back to your drink. Instead he caught the tips of your fingers and held tight. Not crushing, just enough tension to stop you, to draw your hand back toward him. Had you blinking surprise as your heart decided its new job was to turn as many summersaults as possible in your chest instead of pump blood, leaving you feeling a little lightheaded.

“Do you like my music?” It was almost shy, the way he asked it. As if he had no idea how good he was.

“Janna, yes.” You breathed earnestly, before you could stop yourself. Earned a delighted and open expression of surprise from him and a mortifyingly hot blush that swept from your throat to cheeks. So much redder and undoubtedly less attractive than the sweet pale pink dusting in the hollows of his cheeks.

He toyed a callused thumb at your fingertips he still held, gaze focused on them. Oh no, you’d embarrassed him as well as yourself. Good going.

“I’m...” You both began at once. And then just like that the lights cut off. A collective groan went up from the entirety of the packed bar. Left only with the dim illumination of the flickering small candles in their votives scattered on table tops. It happened regularly out here on the city limits, so close to the drop off toward Zaun. During the sweltering days of summer they kept the rolling blackouts random and confined to the edges, siphoning power into the wealthier, glittering city center to keep their lights on and fans running. Just letting everyone stuck out here know their place, and weren’t you terribly grateful to get what you were given? Imagine how bad it was a block or two over and a half mile down.

The bartender threw his rag angrily upon the bar and people began tossing back their drinks and rising to head out into the night to somewhere less packed and stifling and perhaps left with power or in possession of a generator. Viktor seemed only a little chagrined as he released your hand and settled unhurriedly on the barstool beside you to savor his cool drink in the dim light.

“Ah well. No set tonight.” He cast you a sly little glance that had your heart sinking. He had noticed you, and not just as a vaguely familiar face. He knew. “Sorry I won’t be able to play for you tonight.”

Something in the way he said it, though perhaps it was just you reading too much into the cadence of his soft clipped accent; misunderstanding emphasis placed on certain words. But it sounded... gods, it sounded like he really meant he was sorry he couldn’t play for you - just you. No. That was your silly one sided crush talking. Stamp that idea out right now. Intense foolishness. Get a grip, girl.

“I don’t suppose...” He’d turned away a little bit, toward the bar, thumb toying against the condensation beading and dripping off his drink in a way that made you jealous of the glass. “I don’t suppose you’d like to go for a walk?”

Do what now? Yes. Yes you would. Walk wherever. Ends of the earth? Straight into hell? Yes indeed, lets go. You managed not to choke on a swallow of your drink and nodded before voice found you.

“Yes.” Could you possibly manage anything more than monosyllabic answers, please? “Yes, I’d love to.”

There, was that so hard?

He brightened, and half turned back toward you. As if you were the one doing him a favor here and not the other way around.

The sweltering evening passed in a delicious little blur. The two of you slowly finding footing in conversation at the bar, unhurried as you finished your drinks before turning out onto the streets. The wandering was aimless and pleasantly slow as you chatted away, stopped at a street vendor to buy a few kebabs of that unidentifiable but sumptuously delicious meat that was so common here and in Zaun. Dripping with sweet spicy, sticky sauce that had you licking your fingers and him rubbing a smudge away from the corner of your mouth as you both sat on a stranger’s stoop to eat.

A little while later there was a second vendor, selling sweet iced milks, cardamom and cinnamon spiced, sweetened with honey and poured over shaved ice. Viktor insisted on treating, absolutely thrilled to find this vendor out and about tonight, explained how he usually missed them. Readily apparent the incredibly lean boy had a surprisingly raging sweet tooth.

The cane had also been a surprise. You’d noticed the slight limp and the brace that ran up his leg but had never seen him take more than a few steps onto and off the makeshift clearing of a stage at the bar. It had you concerned at first about wearing him out with the walk, but he set a comfortably easy pace and you didn’t mind the meandering at all. Though you did notice when he began to flag. It couldn’t have been easy, along with the weight of his bass slung across his back.

“I... uhm... my place isn’t far. If you want. The power’s probably not on, but there’s a fire escape that usually has a nice breeze. And the stuff in the icebox is probably still cool. If you want to rest a bit.” It all came out in a bit of a rush. Had him stalling on the sidewalk as he leaned weight upon that cane a bit heavily. Gaze inscrutable for a long moment that had you panicking that perhaps he thought you were making a clumsy move on him.

And then a little rocking step brought him closer. Close enough to get a little distracted by that second beauty mark under one golden eye and the scent of iced honey sweet on his breath.

“Alright. Only if you promise once we get there you’ll let me kiss you.” Those luminous eyes not on yours but trained lower, watching the shape of your mouth. And you realized suddenly he’d been doing that all evening; attention flicking between eye contact and sliding away time and time again to watch you speak, eat... and now to catch your lower lip between the crush of teeth like you needed to hide it from that gently hungry gaze.

“W-what?” You heard it practically squeak out of you.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to all night.” He admitted with remarkable honesty, catching you even more fully off guard. “Please don’t invite me back to your place if... if that’s not what you want.”

Like he was running out of patience with himself and unable to face it if all you were doing was humoring him, somehow just being kind and coolly friendly.

“You can... you can kiss me right now.” Janna, it just came blurting out of you in a hot rush. Stammered and eager and slightly choked.

Ah, how he smiled. Slow and sweet before he rocked forward and caught your mouth. Fingertips trailing little licking electric lines of tingling fire back in a sweep above your jaw before he hooked hand in a cradle and pulled you closer.

Soft little suckle of your lower lip started it all, pulled at it temptingly and you felt the tip of his tongue brush a little taste, just a little one, before teeth caught a tiny tug and then both your mouths were open and you were done for. Hands reaching up to stroke along his throat, slide fingertips up into that soft mess of hair behind his ears. He was terribly gentle for the way you could feel him practically trembling with want as you slid tongue a slow roll slick against his own, drew it into your mouth in invitation, small teases of licks leaving you breathless until you both had to break at last.

Not that either of you wanted to - but the hooting cat calls of several passersby finally managed to penetrate the silent, muffled solitary universe the pair of you had descended into. Viktor glanced after their retreating backs before turning back to you with a shy smile, letting his forehead come to rest against yours as he thumbed away the glistening wet he’d left along your lower lip.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to do that for weeks.” He admitted and it turned your world on its head. Had you break down in a breathless little ragged laugh.

“Me too.”

#viktor drabble #viktor arcane #viktor x reader arcane #arcane viktor x reader #viktor fic #arcane fic #sfw viktor #sweet fluff #musician au #musician viktor #drabble requests

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half-doomed · 2 years ago

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HELLVETICA DAY 1 - AUSTIN

- we got to the venue at 2ish and set up camp

- we were around the 21st in line (dont remember exact #s but it was low 20s because somebody else had started a numbering system)

- we met somebody who we played uno with but we didnt really talk to too many other people that day other than to give the people in front of us an umbrella

- we ended up at the barricade to the far left of the stage

- savannah conley was funny and has a great voice but i wasnt super into her music (I tried listening to her set beforehand but i didnt rly like the vibe)

- joywave was incredible live and daniel has a great stage presence. Their set was so high energy right from the start to the very end

- during tongues dan pointed the mic at somebody in the crowd who shouted the line and his face was priceless (pretty sure this is a fan inside joke but I'm not the expert on them)

- their visuals were also on point

- idkhow time!!!! Their visuals were also super cute and everyone looked like they were having a great time

- lights go down and heaven is a place on earth were not on the set ):

- BUT someone gave dallon a trans flag ((:

- during jw's set dan told us to cheer as loud as possible when dallon did his bit at the end about forgoing the crowd chanting for encore and playing peekaboo so when we heard the word peekaboo the crowd went insane. It was very funny and dallon thought so too

- dan did his own verse for nltob, it was very funny. I had avoided the videos of it til that point

- after the show, we met daniel who had seen my tour bingo card on twitter so he took the card and checked off everything that had happened on tour so far. He also signed the card and tour poster i made

- I almost argued with him about one of the things he checked off because i forgot that a letter is technically an unreleased idkhow song 🤦🏽‍♀️

- I asked him if clibbus could open for dallas and he called beef over who said he would for $3000 but unfortunately he has a job to do so the answer was no 😔

- I also forgot to get a picture with dan bc i blanked but he was wearing an HHM shirt

- then anthony came out and i gave him the gift i made him and he talked about some gross strawberry water he had earlier that day

- he also commented on how me and my friend had matching strawberry shirts but it actually wasnt planned lol

- Ryan had run off as soon as we had gotten to the buses and anthony said he hadnt seen him since he got off stage

- he had said he would get the other guys their gifts but then dallon came out so i asked if i could give him his and he jokingly was like "you dont trust me?"

- dallon was very sweet, he was on vocal rest so couldnt talk but i gave him his gift and his appreciation was very clear through what i could see from his face (he was masked) and body language

- I'm an idiot and didnt even take pics of the completed gifts but trust me they were cute and when he heard how long they took to make his eye went wide (this is bc i only decided to make gifts after tour started and i saw they were meeting fans lol)

- I asked him to write out a lyric for a tattoo and told him that i've been a fan since basically the brobecks days and he made a motion like when i was little which i thought was rly cute

- he also wanted me to wait and think on it for a year before i got the tattoo

- he was incredibly nice and i forgot to ask him for a pic with his gift bc i was frazzled but i did get him to also sign the bingo card/poster

HELLVETICA DAY 2 - SAN ANTONIO

- We got there around 2 again but this time we started talking to more people and made a few friends including some people i knew from the jw discord server and one of my twitter mutuals

- The time went by much quicker when we had started making friends

- We saw ryan and anthony walking across the street at some point and they waved. I'm pretty sure anthony recognized some of us

- I wore glitter dots for this show and then right before doors I got sweat, makeup, dirt, and who knows what else in my eye so i went to the bar next door to use their bathroom and had to rush out bc they started letting ppl in

- We ended up barricade again on the right side this time

- Savannah's outfit was cute, and her music had started to grow on me at this point

- Joywave usually has a car on stage with car wash outfit/uniforms but the stage was too small so they instead played some older stuff from content which was a really special set just for us <3

‐ They also had everyone tweet about them being the best punk show that had ever played the venue

- Also this venue does not have a physical barricade and so we were pressed right up against the stage to the point where my friend got dan's sweat on her

- Overall a very fun silly intimate vibe

- Dan said this was the smallest venue on the tour and we'd be able to reach out to touch dallon's toothpick legs and he ran out on stage to whisper in his ear

- !!! He was in the shorts !!!

- During sound check i asked val if he got his gift and he said it was above his bunker 😭💖 i almost asked him or eddie if they could give me a setlist but didnt wanna bother them while they were working. We also kept making awkward eye contact with beefus lol

- During idkhow's set anthony recognized us and gave us picks (:

- He was also wearing glitter! <3

- I'm pretty sure dallon heard us chanting die die die during choke bc he kept smiling in our direction

- When he said peekaboo a lot of us that were at the previous show cheered

- It was a very intimate show and not just bc dallon was showing off his legs lol

- Dallon was a lot more talkative and silly at this show!! He poked fun at guitar players and anthony's face was great

- Since lgd (and heaven is a place on earth btw) was back on the set he introduced it as they were playing an older song that was on the EP (he misremembered but none of us caught it til we were talking to him in dallas the next day) (more on this later)

- We also brought roses for both bands which will also be important later ! Some beautiful and iconic pictures came out of that, you can thank my roommate and i for getting dallon those flowers <3

- We didnt wait after the show to meet them bc we had a long drive the next day but we should have bc ryan was meeting people 😭

HELLVETICA DAY 3 - DALLAS

- We left late, then got stuck in rly bad traffic on the way in but dallon had a twitter q&a at that time so it made it just slightly more bearable

- We ended up getting there at like 5:30ish, about 30 mins til doors

- We actually still ended up 3rd row back from barriers and saw all our friends we made from the previous day (:

- Savannah's set was very enjoyable and her cousin and some other people were there

- Many ppl from the jw server were there so we went rly hard for their set and made plans to take a group photo with dan after the show

- I cant even remember much about jw's set bc i was going so hard but it was extremely fun. 3 nights in a row seeing them and i was still blown away each time

- We sat down in between sets bc we were all tired as hell and a lot of ppl joined us. I told them dallon would be very supportive of sitting in between sets. Everyone around us was very friendly <3

- Dallon was extremely silly during this show! The vibes were immaculate

- I'm actually gonna skip straight past the show bc i wanna talk about meeting them afterwards and I'm fighting for my life to stay awake rn

- We finally got to meet ryan!! I forgot to take a picture with him but my roomate got to talk with him and i got my cds and poster/card signed. I'm pretty sure he and paul got high after the show bc he completely misheard what i said when i asked if he got my cross stitching gift lol but we were both pretty out of it

- Like it literally took me 5 mins to realize dallon was standing near us bc i was busy talking to daniel

- I brought a the hoodies cd and he told dallon that that was his brobecks and that he would've hated them bc they were emo lol

- He signed my roommate's razzmatazz cd (lol) and i introduced him to my friend who shares his name

- I told him about how a lot of us from the server were there and he agreed to get a group pic with everyone

- Paul came out at some point completely zooted but i didnt get to talk to him bc i thought he was busy meeting other fans but he signed my roommate's hot dog bucket hat (we all had bought matching hats and dan was given one as well for the group photo)

- Dallon signed my pick that i got from anthony bc i didnt get a chance to talk to him again ):

- I did finally get a solo pic with dallon and he wasnt on vocal rest anymore so he stayed for a pretty long time to chat with everyone which was very sweet

- I did have a slightly personal question for him but i completely blanked and freaked out a tiny bit and he told me to wait a few minutes and it finally came back to me. I had wanted to ask him if he ever got my rose/gift card/letter in houston back in february. He said he didnt remember but that if he did it was probably in his house with the other letters he's gotten. He was very reassuring that he remembered faces and that having adhd made it hard to remember names but he always remembered faces. I said smth along the lines of it's great that he's learning more about himself since his diagnosis. Then he told me that he really appreciated the flowers (the ones from san antonio were in the tour bus) and that he enjoyed my presence and i didnt know what to say to that. I dont really know what happened immediately after that because that kind of a compliment coming from him completely scrambled my brain.

- He also talked about how he screwed up the lgd intro again in dallas and my friend mentioned that she thought he was introducing absinthe and that they should put it back on the setlist and he agreed. He talked about how lgd was supposed to be on the ep but they flipped a coin and got diatt i think instead

- He also told us that he was very excired about the idea for the new album and that it just needed to get recorded but he wouldnt give us any hints about the title or anything

- All my friends i had made at the previous show were there as well and we had a group pic taken with him. It was all so special and it was genuinely one of the best weekends of my life and I'm so sad that it's over 💔

And if you read this far thank you and I'm sorry

#i would've put this under a read more but i forgot how to do it on mobile 😭😭😭#hellvetica tour #my show #jaime posts #.txt

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writerkenna · 3 years ago

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While I'm working on the final chapter of Coming in Early, Coming in Late, please enjoy some wonderful sambucky wedding hc's I made with @finnsafropick

Pre-Wedding

It happens in Sarah’s backyard, bc they mean for it to be small, and it’ll mostly be Sam’s family in attendance so it makes sense to have it in Delacroix vs DC

The original plan is to just go to a courthouse, Sam’s idea, they already have a kid, they’ve been together for years and living together for almost as long, and Bucky’s fine with it. He loves Sam so much they could get married in sweat pants in a ditch and he’d be happy

Sarah’s the one who is like ‘no, thats lame, have a wedding’. She will come to regret that decision

The wedding grows, in guest list size and scope of extravagance, as the months of planning pass. By the end, they have over 100 people coming, including Sam’s high school principal and every super person they’ve ever crossed paths with, and a five course menu for dinner

Sarah is growing more annoyed with all this happening at HER HOUSE as they get closer to the day

Bucky is actually a groomzilla and plans every detail absolutely precisely. Sam nearly stages an intervention when Bucky calls his emergency line during a mission to ask about custom cocktail selections

Sam and Bucky have a joint bachelor party in New Orleans. Sam gets the drunkest, to the point where it takes Bucky, a literal super soldier, AND Rhodey, to wrangle him into getting home

Some guy hits on Sam very aggressively at the last bar of the night. Bucky punches him. It ends up on the news.

Wedding Day

Sam wears a gorgeous bespoke suit, and so does Bucky, under Sam's guidance

Mila, almost nearly two years old, has the most beautiful white sundress, gets flowers tucked into her hair, and feels like a princess the whole day

This happened on my wedding day with my niece; the wedding is primarily Sam and Bucky’s day, but also it is MILA’s day too! She loves all the attention being a flower girl gets her and goes so gaga over all the Titis and cousins and little old ladies telling her how beautiful she is and what a good job she did

On the subject of the wedding party, they don’t really have groomsmen or maids but Cass and AJ do act as ushers and spend the morning getting ready with Sam

Bucky has Sarah with him, who is trying very desperately to get him to calm the fuck down. It's not working well. He may or may not puke a few times before the wedding starts

They walk down the aisle to ‘At Last’, they cut their cake (strawberry shortcake cause it’s Mila's favorite and of course she’s getting a slice too) to ‘How Wweet It Is’, and have their first dance to ‘For Once in My Life’

Oh, and their first dance is the sweetest thing, both of them dancing around like idiots, Bucky making some fumbling attempts to spin Sam that makes them both laugh. Mila joins halfway through, Sam holding her up in between them as Bucky sings out of tune lyrics to the two of them

The wedding goes until two am, with their plentiful amounts of food and booze cleaned out by the end

The last stragglers are Sam’s team, Scott passed out on a couple of chairs, Peter and MJ still dancing, Hill and Rhodes in some sort of drinking game no one else can figure out, Torres weeping about how much he loves Sam and Bucky and hugging everyone in sight

Mila refuses to go to sleep, even after Sarah and Bucky and Sam all try to get her down for bed, but she falls asleep in AJ's lap at some point. It’s very cute and many pics are taken

The last song of the night is ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ and Sam and Bucky, both with shirts untucked, ties loosened, suit jackets shrugged off, are laughing and kissing and holding each other, not dancing so much as swaying to some beat of their own,

The fairy lights and lanterns in the trees twinkle. There is bubbly chatter and chuckles floating in the humid air. Bucky is so happy he could weep. It felt like this; Sam, family, Mila, a wedding, at all, was so out of reach for so long. He can’t hardly believe it

‘I love you’ he tells Sam over and over, and Sam kisses his warm cheeks and whispers it back, lips against Bucky’s neck.

Their daughter (they have a DAUGHTER! Together! It’s still unreal, over a year later) is snuggled up with her cousin somewhere near by. They can both hear Sarah’s warm laugh at something Torres has said to her, and Bucky is so happy to call her his sister now, to always be Uncle Bucky

‘You’re a miracle’ Bucky tells Sam, and fucking means it, even if he doesn’t believe in such things.

Sam laughs and knows Bucky is the love of his life. He wants a life time with him, another hundred and eight years to add to Bucky’s life just of them together. Secretly, he wants more and more babies too, but he’d never ask

‘You’re alright’ Sam says and Bucky slugs his arm. The song is ending. He kisses Bucky with all the want in the world

#sambucky #sambucky!dads #sambucky headcanons #mcu hcs #sambucky wedding #thank you so much for listening to all my rambling finnsafropick!#the wilson barnes family series

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