#they played a lot off of rose too which made me so happy

[crustmanthedog-barks]

took my sister to see the front bottoms for her birthday last night and bought her a shirt 🖤 i got us really nice balcony seats and they played her favorite song it was a good night 🖤

[bloodwrittenletters]

KISS ME ONE MORE TIME

pairing . . . percy jackson x fem!mortal!reader

the cassette playing . . . waiting room! phoebe bridgers

the letter reads . . . perseus jackson was supposed to die at 16, not get a girlfriend who he could break.

warnings . . . angst, cursing ( slightly ), slight nsfw ( making out ), ptsd ( post-traumatic stress disorder ), survivor's guilt, mention of suicidal thoughts

a/n . . . hi guys! sorry it took me a little more than what I said to get it published, I got an emergency and didn't have time to work on it (everything is alright 🫡) I REALLY liked how this turned out, I love the son trio SOSOSO much so of course I had to give them a little mention, hope you all enjoy it!! actual part 2 is on the way, I promise :pp also, this doesn't really follow the canon, so just fyi!!

a continuation of this . . .

percy jackson knew he loved you the moment he laid his eyes on yours.

because they were pretty, full of light and happiness, two orbes made out of pure beauty that were protected by soft eyelashes.

and percy jackson was a sucker for pretty things. or he was a sucker for you in general, because every milestone he had given you with his hear full of hope (because, yes, he had saved a lot of his firsts for only you), or because for the first time in his life, he had allowed himself to want something for himself. only for him.

since he was twelve everything— everyone had told him he was going to die soon, 'you're not gonna make it' 'you're too weak to be the hero of the prophecy' 'you will die alone, just how you started' blah, blah, blah. it didn't matter, he knew he was doomed to die soon, and for a long while, he wanted it, too.

percy started the end of his life at twelve, and by the time he was fourteen he was exhausted.

he worked himself to exhaustion each summer, picking up on more quest (or forcing himself in some, for a little while), not even allowing himself to break after each loss.

luke, chris, bianca, zoë, lee, charlie, silena, ethan...

it was all his fault, they were supposed to live, even if one of them made it out alive, it was his fault they didn't have a better life— the one they deserved.

he lost so many people. and everything in his birthday, like fate wanted to remind him that this was his fault. for all the time where the camp was in Manhattan, he even had forgotten it was his birthday, he was too busy focusing on trying to keep everybody alive to remember his day.

for a moment, percy felt bad for forgetting, and for the next one he just wanted to cry and find his mother. he wanted to be six again and be smothered by sally in Montauk, while they were away from the hell of house that smelly gabe had made.

that couldn't be, though.

percy jackson had found you, passed out on the streets of new york, holding bags of gifts and a boque of blue roses and lilies, all of which you had gotten for him.

"no, no, no, no," he breathed, repeating the word over and over as he laid his hand on your forehead. "please... j-just—" he cut himself off when his thumb rubbed on your pulse point. "you're good, yeah?"

he left a soft kiss on your forehead, before pressing his hear over your heart, sighing when he heard it beat loudly.

listen to me, i'm here, i didn't leave.

percy gently detached your hands from the bags, grinning at your hard grip, as if you didn't want to lose what you've gotten him.

"i'm not taking them from you, sweet girl, let me hold you, please," he whispered to you, holding you up on his chest, and grabbing your things before taking you to the Empire State Building.

if olympus were to fall, it would be after overcoming hundreds of demigods; that was the only safe place for you.

the rest was the usual for a hero, his beloved one waking up to his breakdown and being convinced to date. usual stuff. happens every tuesday in your local divinity show to your favorite sweetheart. you pick it.

he celebrated every day of dating you differently, but all started with soft, gentle kisses.

though, your second month anniversary had gotten... a little heated.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured against your neck, kissing the exact vein he had rubbed to make sure you were alright two months ago. then, he left wet kisses up yor neck and jaw before kissing your mouth. "i'm so grateful for you, baby. so, so grateful."

"pers—"

"what do you need, sweet girl?" percy gently shifted the both of you, grabbing his stuffed penguin and turning it around, before looking at you with a grin. "we don't want to traumatize him," he said as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

there were soft giggles between the two of you, before percy took a hold of your jaw and tilted your head, kissing around your adam's apple with wet lips, gently nipping the skin with his teeth, giving you a tiny smile when you digged your nails into his shoulder, creating soft crescent moons into his skin.

"so, what was it, angel?"

"hush, your lips made me forget."

percy wiped his head out from the crook of your neck, and pressed his big smile against yours.

it was one of his favorite memories with you, one hera couldn't take away from him as well as a lot of his memories.

there were only two things he was able to keep, your name, and the soft memory of your lips.

his only two amulets against all the hardships he faced in the little time he wasn't asleep.

"you should really consider calling home," frank, of course, had called after percy when he was slipping away into the endless pit of loneliness that had grown into his chest.

green eyes met brown ones, and soon percy's eyes had the water his irises imitated.

frank stepped forward and wrapped an arm around percy's body, and then the other, hugging him tightly as he held percy through cries.

"i miss her so much," percy voice was broken and low, yet the words cut through sobs.

"i know you do."

"y-you would love her, and she would love you," percy cried harder. "i.. i'm sorry, frank."

when percy tried to pull away, frank held him tighter.

"you're okay, percy, just cry until you feel a little better."

frank's body was like a living teddy bear, warm and safe, soon percy was gripping the purple shirt as he cried in his friend's shoulder, breaking apart after months— years, of holding it together.

every day for all the months he was missing had taken form of tears, falling and falling through his cheeks, burning his skin as more and more tears fell.

huffs and puffs, sobs and tears, all fell out of percy. soon he fell to his knees, only being held together by frank.

the boys sat on the sidewalk, frank's hand gently patted percy's head, supporting him through everything.

"t-thanks, frank," percy patted the shoulder his head wasn't resting on. "usually i'm good keeping it together."

"me, hazel and that girlfriend of yours are gonna have a talk about you putting too much pressure on yourself."

"what—"

frank pulled two coins from his pocket, like a magic trick, and offered them to percy.

"call home, percy."

percy looked like a fish out of water, an o instead of a mouth as he stumbled over his words, before swallowing them and grabbing the money, to then run over to the closest phone booth.

he punched in the only number he could remember, being the one from the jackson apartment, and hoped with every bit of his soul for his mother to pick up.

for someone to pick up.

"hi?"

percy wasn't expecting your voice, his stomach fell to the floor, feeling his organs creep and drool around his feet.

he opened his mouth, but then closed. once, twice, until your voice revived the line.

"anyone there? is this just some stupid prank?"

it wasn't. percy almost broke down again, gripping the phone tighter.

please, just say something, he begged himself in silence, feeling like he could pass out in a moment.

"i'm going to hang up if you don't talk soon—"

percy finally spoke up, feeling like he could cry.

"hi, baby... i miss you."

"holy shit."

percy laughed, finally hearing your voice, he just wanted you to beg you to keep talking. to never shut up.

percy laughed, more like a breath of relief.

"hi, pretty girl... can you talk?"

"y-you— me— percy, oh my god. where the hell are you?! oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod, i'mgoingtocry."

"uhm... well, it's a long story."

there was sobbing on the other line, and percy's knees went weak. he had to take a long drag of breath to stop himself from crying, too.

"sweetie.. please, don't cry, i'm too far away to hold you."

you composed yourself, hugging tightly the blue bunny you had, tears rolling down your neck. you had to focus on him.

"'kay. percy, my love, where are you? i'll tell annabeth and we'll go get you."

"tell her to tell you about camp, and to come get me from camp jupiter."

"alright... we'll meet you there," and before he could fight you on it, you rushed to your next sentence. "i love you, percy jackson. please don't run off to where i can't find you."

holy shit, indeed.

"i... i love you, too."

[2kverrr]

MIKE MUNROE - Dating Headcanons

UNTIL DAWN || Mike Munroe x reader

he’s known not only by the group to be a player, but also by your entire school.

so when he started trying to talk to you a bit more, you were more than prepared to shut. it. down.

there was a sour ending between him and emily soon after hannah and beth’s disappearance, and at this rate, jessica too (she was clearly still hung up over their summer fling).

his confidence surpassed yours and he was relentless. joining you ashley and sam, uninvited and unexpected:

“hey guys, what’re we talking about” the brunette seats himself next to you, purposefully nudging your shoulder. “we were talking about y/n’s next cheer competition” sam sighs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms as mike slowly starts to put his arm around you, “erm- what is this?” ash points, glaring at your arm, causing you to look down to see his big, tan hands creeping around your shoulder. at an instant, you shrug him off as your face flushes red. this boy was going to be the death of you.

pulling you out of classes with white lies to your teachers:

“yeah, she needs to head to the attendance office” he beams his charming smile towards the teacher then winks at you. “what the fuck do you want?” you query with hands on your hips stepping out of your english lit class. “you.”

notes in your locker. but it as sweet as the action was, it didn’t phase you, you didn’t want to be his next side-piece:

roses are red, violets are blue. flowers mean shit, i want you.

me, you, a couple of beers and my dads garage?

why are you playing so hard to get, we’ve known each other for like forever. you only make me like you more.

eventually you’d received the painfully awkward video message from josh, opening his lodge up on mount blackwood for the winter.

you’d had message after message from the boy, invites and offers to take transport together, it was a little bit sad how hard he was trying, he usually breathes in a girl’s direction and they’re ready to chew his food for him.

so you accepted, you’d known him since you were 5 after all, what’s the harm?

and then it started, all with him asking to hold your hand on the ski lift, insisting his left hand was cold. pathetic but cute.

during this you were spotted by a wild josh, lively and charismatic as ever considering the circumstances, he made sure to let everybody within a 20 mile radius know of his suspicions upon the two of you.

the attention had its positives and negatives. jess didn’t approve, nor did sam. josh, chris and ashley were happy as ever. nobody ever knew what emily was really thinking so you tried your hardest to ignore it, whereas matt was glad mike was busy with anyone but his ex.

“soo… i think it’d be wrong not to ask you out right now.”

you honestly thought, from the deepest most sincere part of your heart, believed your were mike-proof. but through all his little tactics he managed to make you actually like him, romantically.

a lot of girls gave off the wrong impression of mike; man-whore, cheater, horndog. maybe they were the problem because you couldn’t ask for anyone better.

he cooks surprisingly well, though he refuses to wash up, he has some pretty good experience in the kitchen.

he doesn’t mind too much about what you do and where you go, maybe it’s because you’re the same with him, unlike one emily davis, “a human gps with my location on lock and an accusation weapon system activated”

he always smells good. he has gone through at least 4 of his favourite colognes within the past year, which also means you’ve got an easy birthday/Christmas present option.

weirdly enough, he loves going on shopping trips with you. you think he’s pretty useful fashion-wise whereas he always enjoys convincing you into ‘rating your clothes’, aka - watching his girlfriend undress while sitting in silence.

amongst these positives, you can only name one terrible feature with mike. he’s a snorer. not just a little soft breathy snore. it’s a full on mouth open, putting his entire body weight on you, speakers blasting snores. it could also easily be mistaken for a helicopter taking off.

eventually emily warms up to your relationship, managing to see eye to eye with you. you’ll never know what her ulterior motive is but you have enough trust in mike to bat off her ways.

[cherrycocaineee]

40. Toji Fushiguro - Toji as your boyfriend headcanons

* Synopsis: Toji met you the day you hired him to kill your husband. You were tired of being the battered wife who wore turtle necks and long sleeves all year round while your husband drank and laughed like he was having a grand ol’ time, especially when you found out about the cheating. What you didn’t expect was to fall in love with the man you hired to off your husband, and he wasn’t expecting to fall for you either but how could he just walk about from someone so pretty who didn’t seem to mind a bit of blood. Here’s how Toji is as your boyfriend. *

* Warning: nsfw, 18+, blood, murder for hire, soft x grumpy, whatever else you may considered a warning. *

SFW

There are noticeable things that Toji does differently to show that he cares. You often find yourself comparing your old husband to Toji, finding that you had made the correct choice of having him killed and falling in love with his killer.

* Toji holds any door you come in contact with open for you. It doesn’t matter if it’s the car door, a restaurant door, even your own home door. He’ll casually reach ahead of you, his arm always seemingly long no matter how far behind he is. He’ll pull the door open and keep his hand rested at the top of the opened door while gesturing you inside with his other hand. His eyes, dark and grumpy, watching you with a hint of amusement because it doesn’t matter how many times he’s done it or how long y’all have been together, you still were shocked at the unexpected kindness. Maybe that was why Toji did it, maybe he loved seeing your face contort into shock but happiness all in one.

* Toji doesn’t mind running you a bath every so often. Yeah, he goes out and makes a living and is tired but his life would fall apart without you in it. He’s a good looking man who does a lot of physical activities and no amount of going out to eat is good for any body, even one like his. So he’s grateful to be able to come home to a freshly cooked meal and a clean home. He doesn’t have to ask, so once in a while he fill up the tub with some perfectly temperature water to your liking, throw in a bath bomb that smells like his favorite scent on you: coffee, sandalwood, and rose. He even added some rose petals that he normally teased you about. He’d carry you to the bathroom, his fingers squeezing your exposed thigh reassuringly as you protested that you could walk yourself.

“Let me do this for ya, doll.”

* Toji will stay up late with you and listen to you talk about your day. One arm tucked behind his head while the other was being used as a pillow. He’d absentmindedly play with the strands of your hair while listening to you talk about whatever your day consisted of. The sound of your voice soothes him after a long day of work, and it’s one of the few times the two of y’all are intimate with the absence of sex. It was new to the both of you but an experiencing that both of y’all enjoyed with each other.

“I should probably get up and finish the laundry, Toji.”

“No ya don’t. Quit movin’ and lie down with me. Wanna hear about your day.”

* Toji likes to take you shopping; he likes the smile you get on your face when you come out in a new dress twirling around in front of him. You looked gorgeous in everything you tried on, especially the short little dresses that you seemed to love. He loved them too. While y’all are out shopping together,Toji is carrying your bags, keeping your hands free. Even with his hands full, he still managed to keep your hand tightly grasped in his own wanting to keep you as close to him as possible.

* Toji is protective as hell, which is more than you could say from your ex husband. Before your husband would laugh it off when one of his colleagues would slap your ass at some office party. You had complained about it before but he told you to quit overreacting and to not embarrass him. If they wanted to slap your ass, you’d better let them. But Toji wasn’t having any of it. No one could touch you but him, and he’d make it known with a glare, or low rumble deep in his chest when he growled at the approach of another man towards you. But those who were bold enough to ignore the warning signs Toji was putting out there, ended up in a puddle of their own blood. Especially the ones who laid their hands on you. After beating the fuck out of those who were brave enough to come after you, he would just walk away with you, his bloodied hand wrapped around your waist for security. It was the safety net you needed in your relationship, and he provided it for you.

* You’re the first woman that Toji has actually remembered an anniversary with. To him, normally, it’s just another dumb day to remember that he’s locked down. But with you, it’s different. Maybe it was because of how y’all met. Maybe he liked a girl who wasn’t afraid to get into trouble, and when you hired him to kill your husband, you risked getting in trouble with the police and he found that attractive. So he made it a point to remember the first day he met you and the first day y’all got together. And it meant a lot to you, considering your previous husband would often forget.

* Every morning Toji will leave a little gift that he hid all night for you to wake up to. A little something that he knows you’ll enjoy: a diamond necklace, a book he knows you’ve been wanting to read, a bouquet of your favorite flowers and some of your favorite candies. Sometimes the gift is expensive while other times it could just be something sentimental and small. No matter what it is, it brings a smile to your face. You aren’t use to little “just because” presents.

“You like my gift today, sweetheart? Thought about you when I saw it.”

“It’s lovely Toji! Thank you so much!”

* Before every mission, Toji asks you to write him a letter or to take a polaroid photo for him to carry along with him. Anything that’ll help get him through the next few days without you. Of course, y’all call each other or facetime but he NEEDED something more, something physical, something concrete, something real. It was endearing and you happily obliged, sending him off with some sort of trinket of yours. A handwritten letter, poem, some of your favorite song lyrics or book quotes; you’d even send him off with a few pictures not just one. You loved the smile that spreaded across his face when he got them. It made your day to know that he loved you so much that he had to have a little something that reminded him of you.

NSFW

But it wasn’t just the romantic parts of Toji that was different from your last husband. It was also the sex that was different. Physically, Toji is a better looking man by far: his large, muscular body, the dozens of scars littered across his body that he got from missions that didn’t end so well, his dark, jet black hair that wasn’t styled but looked amazing and soft, the scar on his lip was dangerous and his dark eyes were haunting and brooding but sexy and inviting. Physically, he was everything compared to your ex. But what you hadn’t expected was the difference between them in bed. Your ex husband was selfish, didn’t pay attention to you, didn’t say anything or do anything to get you there. But that wasn’t Toji at all. All he wanted was to hear your moans selfishly. It was like his appetite for you was insatiable.

* Toji loves eating you out, tasting every drop of your juices while shoving two fingers deep into your dripping heat. His eyes stared up at you watching as your head fall back, your elbows shaking as they tried to hold up your quivering weight. At any moment, your weight could give out causing you to plop down on the bed. He’d keep a death grip on your plushy thighs, keeping your legs spread nice and wide for him. Even if you wanted to close your legs, you couldn’t. Toji continued to flick his tongue against your sensitive clit before grazing his teeth against it; a shriek of pleasure and pain echoed off the walls of y’alls bedroom. A grin stretched across his face as he dove back into your folds. Your nails tore into the bed sheets, a slight rip colliding with the noises you were making along with the noises coming from your drench cunt. Squelches, moans, and ripping; it was music to Toji’s ears.

“That’s it, baby. Listen to all these pretty noises coming from you. Music to my ears.”

* Toji loves being in control, and you love that he takes control. He initiates the sex; there’s no waiting around wondering if he was out cheating and doesn’t have the apetite to seduce you like their was with your ex. Toji is practically addicted to you, and to you only. He loves your scent, he loves the feeling of your skin against his rough skin, he loves the sounds you make, the way your tongue rolled out of your slobbery mouth, your eyes either rolled to the back of your head or crossed as he fucked you deeper and deeper. He’d grip your hair forcing you to look at him as he pounded into you relentlessly. With Toji, sex was rough; the both of you were bound to leave with a few marks and bruises. Your nails digging and scratching against Toji’s back or his biceps, drops of blood beading out of the freshly torn skin, Toji’s calloused hands would dig into your flesh leaving hand shaped bruises, or he’d nip at your skin leaving hickies or bite marks. You could simply be making dinner and Toji will decide that he needs you right then and there. And no he can’t wait until y’all are in the bedroom, the counter is just as good as y’alls bed according to him.

“Toji, I’m cooking dinner.”

“Yeah, well I’m hungry now, so how about you hop of here and let me have a taste, hmm?”

* Sex with Toji is kinkier than you’re usually use to. He has a lot of different kinks including a breeding kink, mirror sex, overstimulation, dumbification, spit kink…and that was just to name a few. He liked holding you against the dresser and watching himself fuck into you in the mirror. He liked pinning you to the bed, his cock going painfully slow as he told you to open your mouth before dropping a large glob of spit between your lips telling you not to swallow it until you were told to. He has a front view seat of his saliva moxing with your own pooling spit. With a sharp thrust, he’ll tell you to swallow and you will. You wouldn’t dare to tell him no, not because he’d hurt you, but because you wanted it just as badly as he did. By the end, he’d have you filled to the brim with his cum after several loads before stepping back to admire his work. You couldn’t move really; your limbs were heavy and tired, your lungs were still gasping for air, sweat clinging to your body like a thin blanket. You could just watch Toji with hooded eyes as he examined his handy work.

“Such a messy little cunt. Pretty.”

* Aftercare with Toji is on a whole other level too. He helps clean you up, gets you all ready for bed or at least ready to resume your day. A nice, wet, warm washcloth casually running over your body removing whatever bodily fluid possess that crevice of your body, Toji whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you relaxed your muscles, sleep slowly overcoming you. Sometimes you’d be able to fall asleep but most times Toji was just cleaning you off just to make you all messy again. You didn’t mind though, it just meant you had to go through the whole aftercare process again. If you’re lucky, the two of you will run a bath after round 3 and Toji will sit in the water with you, holding your frame against his own.

“One more round, baby, and I’ll get a nice, hot bath ready for us.”

[theoceansluvr]

Tim Drake x Cozy! Reader

warning; none ! author's notes; my favorite boy's birthday which means a work for him ! sorry for writing so many headcanons y'all, i have a lot to blabber about 😞 also idk if the title makes sense but i have was going for a very.. homebody, smells like coffee/hot chocolate, big sweaters coded reader if that makes any sense !

oh how he loves you...

he never gets a chance to relax because Gotham never rests

but with you it's so easy

he could come back from the worst fight in the world and be greeted with hazelnut creamer filled coffee and the sight of string lights everywhere

it might not be a lot, but it's everything to him.

reading dates are a very common thing !

you'll drag him to the local used bookstore any chance you get

it's usually followed up with a trip to the bakery or record shop too

super into crime books

(to nobody's surprise im sure)

he has a whole bookshelf dedicated to forensic books, even though he knows pretty much everything.

he likes to be sure, y'know ?

you guys have plants that are all names and their birthdays are on a calendar on the fridge

the oldest is named Robert ans he's a dragon's breath you two bought when you first moved in together

the name was merely based on you thinking it was funny to give a plant a people name..(me too)

steals your sweaters all the time and claims he doesn't know what happened to them

but you always catch him up in the middle of the night wearing them while he's doing his detective stuff

random but candle shopping is a MAJORRRRR part of y'all's budget planning..

i mean sure, overhead lighting can be nice, but candles just have a better feel !

which is exactly what you say to Tim every time

he groans and mumbles a soft "Whatever you want, rose.." and it's off to Bath and Body works or the local candle shop !

BAKING TOGETHER !!!!

i will give any excuse to talk about Tim and his baked goods, so you two bake together a ton !

not specifically from scratch, but it's usually better when it is.

"All that matters is it was made with love." is the common statement he uses when he burns something..

which is probably a common occurrence if im being completely honest

slow dancing to records might i add

not much to add about this, but something about him being a Wayne tells me he probably had to learn to slow dance for whatever reason

he'll gladly teach you if you don't know how :))

you guys are usually cuddled up drinking coffee/tea/hot chocolate(pick your preference loves !)

the Gotham rain adds to the ambience of it all

having someone as lad back as you are definitely helps with his whole "gotta prove my wort" mentality as well

if you ever got pets i think you'd have rabbits or maybe a ferret

not cats, don't ask me why i just have a weird headcanon about him being allergic.. so sorry to all my cat allergy havers

completely and utterly in love with the fact you're not out a lot because he likes knowing your safe at home !

playing stardew or animal crossing together to cool off ?

absolutely !

you have a shared island and farm bc he refuses to let you marry any of the characters(SAM I LOVE YOU !!!)

I COULD WRITE SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH ABOUT HIM WITH A CALM, COZY PARTNER !!! but i want to get this done before the 20th so :((( but happy birthday again to my boyfriend in another universe 😞

[vamph00n]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺Addictive ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺

|Hoon!!xfemreader!!

|-Mostly smut disguised with a plot.

|-In which y/n keeps Sunghoon around, even thought she’s not into being tied down to a relationship, and sunghoon believes he can fix her. That’s till he finds out she’s been whoreing around behind his back.

Wc:3,5k

A/n: not proofread lol

TW! Under the cut!

- drinking, alcohol, anger sex, oral, (fem and male), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, cum eating, breeding kink, intended impregnation, dacryphillia, boobplay, humiliation, slapping(like once only), toxic!reader, simp!Hoon, switch!hoon, switch!reader, etc…..(there’s a lot)

Enjoy :)

“Typical Goody Two Shoes,” is a term she’d describe him. Friends, colleagues, and even her own family, where surprised to say the least. She’d be bombarded with invasive questions, “Alright, what was the agreement.” Her friends asked when they first met her lover. She’d reassure them that there was no “agreement,” and that they where in a happy relationship. Bullshit. Of course, no matter how dark the rose tinted glasses were, her friends could see right through them. “Yeah right, you fucking maneater” they’d refute jokingly. “Would’ve thunk you’d find a Lucifer to your Lilith, but looks like you found yourself a Gabriel.” As much as she wanted to talk her shit, they were right, the man wasn’t even phased. He just smiled on as he sat beside her, staring into her lust ridden eyes. The same smile that made her heart melt when she first saw him. “I can be your Lucifer, if you want me to be.”

Park Sunghoon, the man who’d ask for her permission to hold her hand, the man who would delicately sweep the hair away from her eyes, and the man who held her tender body in bed as he made passionate love to you through the night; in her brain, he was simply not capable of being anything near as devilish. No matter the way she acted towards him,and no matter the circumstances. She could’ve tried to break up with him,shatter his heart, and he’d still come back, entangled in her legs. Instead, she’d insist they needed breaks. This was her game, seeing how many times he’d come back to her. Not for her love, or even her herself for a matter of fact. He’d only come back for one thing, her addictive cunt. Her juices around his dick made him feel a different kind of high. A sip of liquid gold, is what it felt like being beneath her, in pure ecstasy as she’d let him empty his load into her swollen walls. But what he saw as a passionate act of pleasure, was just you fucking him to get yourself off, riding his meat till you where satisfied, and he was overstimulated. The only reason he thought so fondly of your lovemaking, is the fact you thought his heart was too tender to spew obscenities at him when you engulfed him with your wet core; and the fact he thought he was the only man in your life. Despite this, it has always been clear it wasn’t a serious relationship. So why did he stay? Well, he had a strong conviction, a goal perhaps, that just maybe, you’d be the one crawling back to him. That maybe, if he played a dumb whore in your game, you’d stop and realized you needed him. This twisted mindset made his pants feel a little tighter around his crotch. A sick feeling that made his cock twitch, and drip with precum as he bit his lip, but for now, he was more than content with playing a pawn in your game. Because that way, at least your love seemed real.

Of course this screwed up a lot of things for him, but he wasn’t ashamed. One night he’d spend tangled up in her bed, and the other he’d spend in his own, jerking off to her. His friends found him especially odd, the way he talked about you, and the things he’d let you do to him put a bad taste in their mouths. He too had his fair share of things he’d to to you, all of the nasty things he’d do if you didn’t objectify him, and his cock. “Only gonna let her have all of me when she straightens out” he’d tell his friends. But to them, it sounded like a whole lot of bull. He had turned soft on you, and had let your little game run longer that it should’ve.

It was another Friday night, he drank with his friends after a long day of work, and ever since your fling started with him, their conversations where always the same. They always started from “how’s everyone’s relationships going,” to “you need to cut ties with her Sunghoon.” Jake in particular was against her, “You need to get the fuck away from her,” he said downing a shot. Sunghoon fiddled with his glass, “here he goes again.” Jay looks down at his empty cup, “For real, if i took a shot each time your ass went back to her, I’d die from alcohol intoxication. Speaking of which, you’re not gonna drink anymore?” Sunghoon pushed his empty shot glass aside,

“I’m just sobering up for the drive,”

“Oh the drive back home? You didn’t take a cab?” Jake pondered.

Scilence filled the air, the and the sound of clinking as his friends poured more soju into their cups. Sunghoon’s friends looked at each other, they knew what was up. The way his eyes fazed out, as he thought of you, he needed your heat.

“Don’t tell me your going back to that bitch? Didn’t you guys take your ‘break’ just a couple of days ago?” Sunghoon looked at both of them, “we all know that slut needs me more than I do, besides, shes never going to leave me”

You were taking a nice steamy shower, and you hear your doorbell, then a ‘click’. Someone had used a key to open your door. While it could’ve been on of the many guys you slept with, there’s only one man you gave a copy of it. “I’m the shower!!” You shouted. You already knew it was Sunghoon, one of the many men you had wrapped around your finger. Sure, he was a good guy, at least for the first few days you “dated” before it turned into what it is now. He took you on dates, and bought you things. Guys like him always made the space between your thighs a bit wetter, because there was always a chance they would fuck you senseless in bed. Maybe he’d finally put an end to your behavior, but time proved you wrong (or so you thought.) Sunghoon just being here made your head go fuzzy, your imagination went wild. Being the obedient man he always presented himself as, you knew he wouldn’t be so rash to hop in the shower with you and fuck you then and there. “He’s not that type of guy,” you thought to yourself as you scrub your hair. “I wish he was.” Of course someone with such a wide pallet of sexual preference, you got bored. So, you’d go meddle around with other men while you and Sunghoon were on a “break,” in fact you were supposed to see someone else tomorrow night, but you didn’t think your boy toy would come back so quickly. So why? Why did you stay with him? You knew your appetite for dick was insatiable, so why push him away every other week, and fool around with some random men? The answer wouldn’t be so simple, maybe it the way you felt powerful when he showed back up at your apartment, or maybe it’s the way he’d give you back hugs in the morning after, and made you breakfast. When you guys weren’t going at it, it made everything seem less superficial, which scared you, but it made you feel something other than lust. So in retrospect, you couldn’t leave him.

The man was waiting for you to finish showering, as he placed himself on your couch. Call him crazy, but he could still smell the addictive scent of your core, on the pillows where you made love to him a week ago in this toxic cycle. He peered around in your dim lit living room, and he heard a notification, aswell as seeing the light of your cellphone. It was unlocked, and it was on the last app you where using. It was morally wrong for him to look through your phone, but it wasn’t exactly ok for you to play this lust filled game with him either. So he scrolled through it, and an audible gasp slip past his lips, as he saw your messages with a man dubbed “LHs.” He went through your chat with him, and the many nudes you both exchanged. He never felt so disappointed, and angry. His hand gripped the phone so hard, he could’ve broke the screen. He knew this relationship wasn’t serious, he knew you only wanted to see him for his dick. So why did it upset him so much? Maybe it’s the fact he never thought you’d cheat on him, for some reason it just wasn’t a possibility in his mind. Or maybe it’s because his philosophy about fixing you was so strong, he would’ve never let you cheat on him. He didn’t want to cry, or let himself, but he did. Tears streaming down his face, as he used his knuckles to wipe them away. None the less, he came here for one thing, pussy. And he was gonna get it, but he wasn’t gonna take your shit anymore. Part of him felt sad, he was attached to you, and the impossible idea that you’d straighten out just for him. Well, if you weren’t gonna fix your act on your own, he’d make you.

You came out of your bathroom, dressed in nothing but a shirt and underwear, because it’s not like you’d need much clothing tonight anyways, and you saw him sitting on your bed. He stayed silent and didn’t look at your face. His face glistened as the lamp in your room illuminated it. “Back again huh? Only been two days since our break,” you cooed, as your hands made their way up his thighs ghosting his crotch. As furious as he was, Sunghoon didn’t want to pounce on her quite yet, “I let her have her fun first.” She looked at his face, his eyes slightly red, and he smelt of alcohol. Almost squirming in delight, at his disheveled nature. “Let me take care of you,” you purr as you straddle him. His lips press against yours, as you grind back and forth on his clothed manhood, cunt already dripping, making a small pool in your panties. His hands made their way to your head, pushing your lips deep onto his, his tongue intertwining with yours. “Fuck, you really need me huh? What a whore,” you’re breathless as you tease him. Sunghoon can’t stop thinking about it, how you slept with another guy, and his rage is visible in his pursuit as he kisses you. Suddenly your heated make out turned into a battle, as he bites your lip, making his way down your neck. Her skin so smooth, and soft, he wanted to leave marks of purple and red all over it. “Fuck, what’s gotten into him?” She thought, trying to hold back whimpers from the pure bliss his mouth was doing to her. He then pushes her down into the bed, trapping her beneath him. You had no idea what was happening, he looked livid, like an animal in heat waiting to that’s been waiting to devour her. It was hard to piece together coherent sentences, because you felt your core grow wetter by the second. “You’re such a fucking whore y/n,” he growled in your ear. “S-Sunghoon what are you talking about?” She tries to say innocently, knowing damn well he caught her. “Don’t act like an idiot, I saw your texts with that guy.” She was really in trouble now, but there was definitely something different about him today. “Hoon, I’m sorry, it’s just….um..I’ll make it up to you!” Knowing you’re gonna sound like a bitch, you don’t elaborate further. He smirks at you, and his hand made his way to your heat, already riled up with your juices. You can’t stand keeping your voice down now, his fingers work circles on your clit, as your back arches in pleasures. He fucks faster into you, causing the hottest friction in your sopping wet pussy, “Please-god, go faster!” You moan in desperation to meet your high. A malicious grin spread his face, “Wouldn’t you rather be riding my cock doll? Or are you getting tired of me?” He asks you. Your eyes roll, your an absolute mess. Your dizzy for it, you start to move your hips against his hand. He smacks your cunt, and you yelp out at the action, “I’m not gonna let you cum till I say so, and if you try to pull anything, I’m gonna edge you till you fucking cry my name.”

Tears from the pleasure well up in your eyes, and he’s quick to use you however he wants. He removes your shirt, revealing your erect nipples pointing out to him, he shoved his face into them, sucking your sensitive tits. You start to feel like you owe him an apology, always using him however you want, but never letting him do anything he want a to you. Maybe that’s why you go so bored in relationships, you always did what you wanted, but never let other do what they want. “Sunghoonn, I’m…I’m.. sorr-“ you can’t seem to finish your sentence, only having your clit being toyed with but you already feel so drunk on pleasure. There was no mistaking it, he had visible enjoyment on his face now,“That’s right, this tight hole is all mine, if you get to own my dick I get to own you. No way I’m gonna ever let you cheat on me.” His fingers speed up, your mouth hanging agape, holding back you climax. A shit eating grin displays on his face, and his fingers invade your hole. You throw you head back, gripping onto the sheets as your core clenches around his fingers. “Bet you wanna do this to my cock huh?” His voice rings, “too bad though, sluts like you get enough cock.” You can’t tell if your being humiliated, or punished, but one things for sure, you couldn’t hold back your high anymore. Your voice becomes more labored, and your heat is throbbing uncontrollably.

“Shit, Hoon, I think I’m gonna…mhmm!” His fingers pull out from your wet hole, and are stuffed into your mouth. Pussy clenching on nothing, but your orgasm still crashing into you. Fluids dripping from your core, and the taste of your own, on his fingers shoved in your mouth. “I don’t recall telling you to cum,” he say lowly, as his face closes in on yours. Your eyes shut, at his cold breath, but your feel his fingers collect your slick. “Open your eyes doll, I want you to see how good I think you taste.” So dirty, so nasty, so goddamn hot. Your eyes fix on him, as he licks his fingers clean. Already you feel yourself grow wet again. He demands you to get up, and frankly you’re tired of being ordered around, so your don’t listen. “Don’t make this hard doll,” his voice rings mockingly. Still wanting to keep your pride, you don’t listen, then a loud audible smack on your thigh fills the room. “Just get up.” You do as your told, and you see him quickly unbuckle his pants, and his hard member sprang out.

“Suck,” he commanded. Your hand wrapped around his shaft as you took him in your mouth. You bob up and down on him feeling precum drip from his tip. You fondle with his balls, and stroke him whilst sucking, your tongue swirls around it. His head jolts back, as his hands pull up your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He uses his force to sink your head deeper into your cock, “I can’t!” You try to say through muffled tears. Sunghoon tried not to care, but he sees he’s hurting you. A pop sound comes from your mouth as he forces himself off you, and he brings his eyes to your own teary ones. “I think you owe me an apology,” he says looking at you, “an apology for everything you’ve done to me.” He takes your hand squeezing it “oh no,” you thought. There’s that feeling again, that ache in your heart when he looks at you like that. That same feeling that made you reconsider your relationship with him, and the strong attachment you actually had to him. Although you want to say sorry, it’s like muscle memory for you to sass back at him. “Not till you let me ride you, doll” you throw his own words back to him. Sunghoon grins, knowing damn well your already exhausted. He strips himself of his pants and lays on your bed. “Go ahead, let me see you try.” Your legs are already shaking from exhaustion. you straddle him, aligning his penis with your entrance, and you sit down on him. That addictive feeling, the feeling of your cunt squeeze his dick. You look down, trying to get a hold of yourself and you see his bulge in your stomach. It makes your head go fuzzy, and your body go limp. “Your turning stupid on me y/n.” He groans. “C’mon, don’t you wanna ride me? Don’t you know your lucky I let you? Hmm?” Tears drip from your pretty face, and you start to bounce up and down on him. His head tilts, he sees the tears in your eyes, and bites his lip. “Look at you go.” He teases. Your legs are starting to give out, as your tight cunt sucks him in. “Sunghoon, I can’t, I can’t keep going.” You sob. He’s quick to flip you onto your back, and kisses your teary face. His eyes lock with yours, and he gives you that dreamy bedroom gaze. “I want you to fuck me Sunghoon, I want you to use me.” His teeth graze your lips before he lifts them to whisper into your ear. “Be carful what you wish for.”

Suddenly his hips snap against yours, and he speaks up, “your safe word is cheater”

“What a way to rub it in huh?”

“Shut your mouth before I make you.”

Skin on skin, he rammed his dick into you, your abused hole clenching, and dripping from the many orgasms he had already gave you from rutting into you for hours. His eyes start to close, as he feels himself writhing. Your cum giving him slick to keep his cock lubricated, and your poor defenseless body at his disposal. He’d been edging himself for a while, because he didn’t feel you deserve his hot seed in you. “Sunghoon,” you whimper out, “just cum in me already.” He looks at your tearstained fucked out face, with a cocky grin inflating his ego by ten fold. “I should huh? Put a fucking kid in you hm?” You couldn’t tell if he was spewing out nonsense because he was fucked out, or if your were too fuck out to see he was telling only the truth. His hips thrusted his sensitive member into your gummy walls, as they throbbed, mixing your liquids with his. This addictive cunt, the dumbing drip it had that always left him pussydrunk. It felt euphoric, and after seeing it in a different light, now he was certain he couldn’t leave you, and he wouldn’t let you leave him.

“Gonna put a kid in this pussy,” he said as you felt yourself panic. “Your joking right? You’ll pull out right?” You gasp as you feel his cock glide in and out of your hole faster. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.” Sunghoon doesn’t respond, all he has to show for it is a shit eating grin on his face. “What if I’m not joking? Because I think knocking you up with a kid will keep you from cheating.” Your head starts to snap back, and you start to feel a funny feeling in your stomach. His cock twitches in you, and he sees your face. Utterly entranced bye your fucked out face, his breath becomes labored, he’s seeing stars with every pump into you. He’s becoming a messy whore for you, and he’s even willing to put another life into your belly. “It this was people call possessive?”

“I’m gonna gonna cum into your whore ass, so you can’t leave me. I’m gonna fuck you dumb, doll.” He spits at her face. He takes one of his hands, and spits on it, bringing it to your clit rubbing it to help you reach your high. Your a babbling mess, your body starts to convulse as he plunged harder into your depths. His brain start to short circuit, he’s now grunting obscenities at you. He feels a wave of emotions hit him, as he pounds into you, “Your such a bitch, you don’t realize how much I fucking love you.” He says as he sits you up, bringing his body closer to yours. He lets delicate moans slip past his lips, as he hugs you, pulling your waist in closer. “He loves me?” You can’t help but repeat that line in your head over and over as his cock drags against you. “God this pussy is all mine, gonna cum.” He moans into your ear. You had been mostly silent the whole time, but your emotions got the best of you, and now you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, Sunghoon! I’m so sorry, sorry for playing with your heart, I want to fix things with you! I’m done sleeping around, I just want you.” She spews out.

“Yeah baby? What are you gonna let me do huh? What do you say? Gonna let me knock you up?” Your eyes roll back into your head, ready to release, all he needs to do is say the words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You say wrapping your legs around his waist, “Knock me up Sunghoon! Put your fucking kids into me! I’ll never fucking leave you!” A few pumps after, and his balls start to ache for release. You feel his length reach the deepest part of your cunt, and his semen spurts into you as your own liquids shot out. “Gonna stuff you with all of my cum.” He moans out shakily, as he fucks the pool of arousal back into you.

You lay in bed after the wild ride you just had, and you both had just been hugging in silence for the past thirty minutes. Sunghoon gets up and grabs his pants off the floor. You know he was going to leave, because why would he stay with you? But you at least thought he’d spend the night. This always happened, but you where always the one to send him away. So why did it hurt so much?

“Gonna get going y/n, see you another time.” He said as he buckled his belt. He gave you a quick peck on the head, and started to head out. Urgency and regret plagued your heart as you see him walk out, and you grab his hand to stop him. “What I said earlier was serious, let’s make this work.” You said with your eye’s glistening. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. You bring his face ti look directly at yours. “Baby,” he sighs, “let’s just talk about it another time yeah? I went a little overboard, so let’s just take a break.”

His words sting your heart, and you know it’s all your fault, and you see him wave at you begrudgingly as he leaves your apartment building. But like every other time, you know he’ll come back, and you know he loves you now, so it should’ve felt ok right?

You splash you face with water, and see how ruined you were. Sitting on the counter you see a shiny aluminum medicine package of your birth control taunting you. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

You shakily count the amount you had, and it wasn’t adding up. You had forgotten to take it.

Fuck

A/n: hi guys! First fic I wrote on tumblr, and I know the ending is kinda bitter, and ended on a open note, but I don’t rlly like romanticizing toxic relationships, but they sure are fun to write. Anyways thank you for reading!!!

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[NEW ENG TRANSLATION] Bojan Cvjetićanin, Joker Out frontman: The world's being destroyed by unhappy people, so we should try to bring happiness to as many people as possible

Original article Written by: Sonja Javornik 28.11.2021 English translation by: @varianestoroff proofread by: @flowerlotus8

With two sold-out concerts in Ljubljana's Cvetličarna (the second one will be broadcast on TV Slovenija on New Year), Joker Out proved that, after a long time, we have new idols for the youth. The two concerts in Cvetličarna sold almost 600 of their CDs.

The majority of their audience are girls, which isn't surprising, as the band consists of handsome, talented and smart lads. Bojan Cvjetićanin is the frontman of the band and also the author of most songs. The Sociology student fascinates in many ways, as, despite his young age, he's an excellent and knowledgeable interlocutor.

I was surprised by how enthusiastic senior fellow musicians are about your success. They say you bring hope that the music scene will spring to life again. I'm glad they don't see us as a threat, so it made me extremely happy to see their honesty. Last time, Boštjan Meglič¹ came up to me and told me with a genuine smile that we reminded him of their early days.

Yes, we can definitely compare you to Siddharta - but, after them, there hasn't really been a band to cause such hysteria and excitement. I can say that everything has worked out really well. COVID-19's impact on us was positive, as we couldn't wait for the first album. It was a big thing for us. Since it didn't make sense to release it when there were no gigs, we polished it and changed it in a way we're really satisfied with, and we can finally say for ourselves that we're a really good band. We have a great energy, we're all good musicians and our arrangements are good. We're a solid team.

Nowadays we don't seem to have as much patience as we used to, so it's good that this long pause hasn't demotivated you. Do you feel like there are other younger musicians who are willing to be patient to be successful, or are you more of an exception?

¹Boštjan Meglič is a founding member of Siddharta and plays drums in the band.

I dare say we've taken a very mature approach, covering all the aspects needed to make it work. We're always willing to play for free as opening act for exposure, without any financial demands. That felt like an understandable investment, and I think a few others are doing that too - bands like MRFY, Koala Voice... We also started to acknowledge how important the overall image is, because you also have to externally portray what you represent in the music. I think a lot of people underestimate that, or think of it as showing off, but clothes on stage are actually important, as we also act differently by putting on specific stage clothing. We put on things we really dig, and we don't look for inspiration in fashion magazines.

For sure, rockers in Slovenia tend to underestimate their image - maybe they're afraid of looking too pop. On the other hand, serious rockers have always put a lot of emphasis on appearance and distinctive clothing - think of Bowie, Freddie (Mercury), but also Guns N' Roses or AC/DC, who can't be counted as pop artists, for sure! Or Siddharta, for Slovenia. Could it be that you've made such a difference compared to other young bands because you don't do music as amateurs, instead you understand that also this business has its rules?

For sure. We realised that there's no shame in saying that this is our job. As long as being a musician is perceived as a hobby in this country, it'll remain a hobby. You're no less an artist if you make a living out of this!

When did you start taking care of your appearance? Would you have looked the same on the stage of Cvetličarna even before the COVID-19 epidemic?

We'd have a similar style, as we knew from the beginning that Joker Out had to work as a whole. For Cvetličarna we went to RTV studios and borrowed clothes. Our stylist Suzana Juršič was with us and helped us choose the right items.

On stage as sex symbols

When I met you backstage before your concert at Cvetličarna, you warned me not to miss the intro. And it was brilliant - you prepared a video intro. How so?

We hoped for an epic intro, but we couldn't picture what that would look like. Mark Pirc, who shoots our videos, quickly intuited what we thought, so we let him design the whole visual concept. Afterwards, he called us and told us that we needed special outfits, in which we then filmed the intro a few days before the concert.

You always mention regular colleagues, you must have an extended team, which is unusual in Slovenia, as everything tends to follow the 'do-it-yourself' principle - I'll do it myself, so I can spare the fee.

This comes from the 'hobby vision' I mentioned before. Everybody can do everything themselves to save money, we left other aspects to people who know best. We quickly realised that we needed to be surrounded by people who love us and understand what we want to become. Joker Out isn't just the five of us, but there's Mark, who makes videos, there's Sandi, the sound engineer, a lighting engineer, a photographer. The permanent part of the team is small. We also have a guy who helps us carry and set up the equipment, and we used to have a photographer for a while, but we don't anymore. We also have a PR rep.

What does it financially mean for you? Are you already in profit or do you still have losses because of the team?

Absolutely. The deficit's a big part of our narrative, and we still go deficit if we have to. We often have a headache when it comes to certain amounts, but we still go to the ATM as we believe in our story. And we go to the ATM a lot... (smiles)

All successful stories started with the band members investing their money because they believed in themselves - like Čuki, Siddharta... But really, not many are ready for a financial investment.

It could quickly happen that the risk's high and the reward's low. We're lucky we've never believed in failure. Our dream was to play on big stages, but the process never was a necessary evil for us. We enjoyed the climb. Well, there are still a few more climbs to go! We've made it up the first climb and are now on the first top cap...

Aren't you afraid this might already be the peak?

Honestly, I'm not afraid of this as I feel a lot of creative energy in me. With this album, we haven't said everything we want. Also, nobody's worried next album will be less successful. I dare say that, out of almost all alternartive artists, we're the ones who do the most ourselves and work like a well-oiled machine. Even our first album was successful commercially, which makes us very happy.

The album is available online, and you've also released a CD for fans. How many CDs have you sold?

I don't know the exact amount, I know we sold around 500 to 600 CDs just at the two concerts in Cvetličarna, which seems a lot to others.

We're surrounded by people who love us and understand what we want to become

Worry not, that's a huge number given the times. Do you feel like a sex symbol as, already by the second song, bras were flying on stage?

At first, we were very scared on the first night, as we waited a year and a half for this mythical moment. This certainly increased expectations, but also stress. I had a million different scenarios playing in my head, and then it happened...

Did you have any stage fright?

I had a weird stage fright. I wasn't afraid of going on stage, I didn't know what would happen afterwards. As we stood and waited, we heared everything happening on and off stage, so we went on stage quite scared and shocked. We couldn't realise all the enthusiasm was just because of us! The second night we went on stage already as sex symbols, that's how we really felt.

Are you the most popular with girls because you're the most exposed, probably?

Different sides have formed, so we're all satisfied. (smiles) When we post, we can't wait to see who people are rooting for, who's the sexiest...

Bigger stages than the one in Cvetličarna are waiting for you, but you've already played on smaller Slovenian stages over the summer. Was there such response as in the capital?

Everywhere we went, the response was really good. In Cvetličarna, people already knew lyrics that aren't even online yet! This didn't surprise us, as we knew that those who came to our summer gigs would also come to the other side of Slovenia for our concert. We have some fans who've been to more concerts than Kris, who missed two shows because he was travelling with his girlfriend! (laughs)

And you let him do it?

As at the time he had everything already booked, it couldn't be otherwise.

But I was angry at the time. Luckily, there's a fellow guitarist in Fat Butlers who we're very close with, and he was able to quckly jump in, as he knew our repertoire.

When someone really succeeds, that boosts the entire music scene. Even when Siddharta made it, the overall rock scene was in great shape, everyone was performing a lot. Do your young colleagues realise that you created opportunities for them too?

I know that the entire scene has really grown, but I can't say we're the reason for that. When we announced the Cvetličarna concert two years ago, our opening act Kokosy had just released their first songs. We chose them because they sounded extremely amusing during their performance at Škisova tržnica and had good energy. At the time, few knew this band, today they're already well established performers with quite an audience. Now also our audience knows them, so the vibes were really good during their performance.

Parents listened to Indexi and Bijelo Dugme. You come from a family of doctors. Are your parents upset that you didn't follow their path?

No, they're very happy. Mum's glad I didn't choose medical studies, dad would've been happy if I'd become a doctor too. But there's no hard feelings, as, with grandma, she's by far my biggest fan. Both go on YouTube every day and tell me how many views we make, when we'll be on the radio... I also have an older sister, who's an extremely diligent lawyer. She too is very proud of me.

So will your sister review all contracts to make sure some label or promoter doesn't scam you?

That's right. (smiles)

Your parents moved to Slovenia due to the Yugoslav Wars. Do you feel any bitterness, any trauma in your family because of this?

Both graduated medicine in Banjaluka, and came to Slovenia during the war, here they did their specialisation. Both consider Slovenia home, as here they felt accepted when they needed help. They never felt like foreigners. Sure, it was hard for them at the beginning, being foreigners in a shared country until recently², but, despite that, they successfully finished their specialisation and started a 'new life'. I never felt like a foreigner myself.

Have you ever been subjected to prejudice?

I went to a primary school with a few 'čefur'³. In Grade 8, only two students had excellent grades in Slovene - besides me, a classmate whose surname ended in -ić⁴. They probably didn't even know who came from where.

Nowadays, Balkan music's very popular among the youth. How did you keep up with it? Were you fond of it due to your roots?

Pretty much. When I was little, at home we had albums. As children, we listened to the music our parents listened to. Whether it was Indexi or Bijelo Dugme, we listened to that too. When I got my MP3 player, my sister too downloaded some songs, by Siddharta, Big Foot Mama, Trkaj and Murat & Jose. These four artists were my favourites and I could say they still are today, I still love the ex YU rock scene, especially the new wave.

²Bojan's family moved from Bosnia around 1992, the year in which the Bosnian government declared independence from Yugoslavia, a statal entity that administered the western Balkan peninsula for much of the 20th century.

³Čefur is a word with a pejorative connotation that denotes people from Slovenia who originate from other countries of the former Yugoslavia or are descendants of such immigrants.

⁴The suffix -ić is a very common way to form surnames in Slavic languages. It is a patronymic suffix, indicating 'descendant of' or a certain personal name. As in most cases, people with these surnames are Serbs or Croats, or descendants of these, said suffix turned into an indicator of one's ethnicity.

What we couldn't realise was that all the enthusiasm was just because of us

Did you start writing the texts in Slovene right away?

The first song was in English, and Martin still keeps its paper at home. The melody was good and I can use it, but the lyrics were terrible. I've never been able to write lyrics without a melody, so I write the melody first. Also, I've never written lyrics to a melody made by someone else. Except for the first one in English, I've written all the others in Slovene, and I only write when the inspiration hits me. That's when I sit and start working, and a new song comes out of that. I discard very few songs, if something isn't good, I usually find out after the first lines. I usually get carried away to the point where it progresses. I wrote the song 'Gola' differently at first, but I didn't like the chorus. Later Kris reminded me of it, and I knew immediately what to change to make it sound right.

So, are you quite self-critical?

It's true. Sometimes I like something a lot at first, but within a week it doesn't satisfy me. Then I'm sad, because I disappointed myself, and I discard it.

But the Serbo-Croatian language market is much bigger than the Slovenian one. Have you also written songs in Serbian or Croatian, which you certainly know thanks to your roots?

Not all of them, but I'm working on adapting the whole album. It's easier to write songs in Slovenian, but it's true that I never started writing songs in Serbo-Croatian either. I tried to write one song in Serbian, but it sounded so bad melodically that I quickly gave up.

How often do you visit Banjaluka?

I used to go there a lot as a child and teenager, but not much since the epidemic, so I miss it a lot. I miss my grandmother who lives there. We live partly in the city and partly in the country, and it's the country that I miss the most. Everything is so pristine there. Everything is the same as when I was a kid, even the people are the same. In rural Bosnia, there are no things that can hurt or disappoint you.

Well, politicians continue to fuel nationalism in Bosnia, so it's always tense.

I love Banjaluka, but, since I grew up, the atmosphere has been tense all the time, so I don't like that environment. I'm worried for my grandma who lives there, as times aren't looking good and things can snap quickly. In the countryside, luckily, you don't feel this.

Can music and your message help improve this world? Do you think you can change something with music?

Unhappy people are destroying the world, so we can try to make as many people as possible happy. I think spreading love and positivity is the best we can do. Goran Bregović⁵ said in an interview that he stopped believing that music could change the world when all the musicians and cultural figures united, but were unable to stop the war. I think it isn't the job of us musicians to spread world peace, but we can try to make people happy, as happy people won't cause wars.

⁵Goran Bregović is a Bosnian musician and composer.

[kimbap-r0ll]

How about giving the dorm leaders a handmade embroidered handkerchief with ‘To (Dorm Leader), Love Y/N’ sewn on it and their own special design embroidered onto it (I.e. roses for Riddle, an octopus for Azul, a dragon for Malleus etc.)?

Hi, thank you for the ask! This is really sweet!

Dorm leaders react to y/n's embroidered handkerchief gift

Riddle

He loves anything that you give him honestly, he'll place it in a really safe place in his room and always look at it for comfort.

Speaking of which when you first give it to him he says that you didn't have to, besides he didn't prepare a gift for you in return! But when you tell him that it's just because you really like him and you cherish him for who he is, you might see him blush and quickly stutter a thank you before awkwardly taking it from you

The handkerchief will not be used, even if Riddle wanted to because it's just too precious too him haha. If anyone tries to steal it from him he'll cut off their head

Overall, expect him to be absolutely flustered when he receives the gift but he'll love it a lot. He might try to make something for you in return too!

Leona

He'll first make fun of you for giving him such a "delicate" gift but believe me he's screaming on the inside by how cute it is. To make things more romantic he knows why you chose the specific pattern for him and it just makes his heart melt

I feel like he also won't use it, not even if it's for the smallest tears that he might have because he doesn't want it to get ruined. He'll hide it from Ruggie though because he doesn't want him to tease him about it

He's always flustered when you give him gifts but for this one specifically he's very flustered. Like, omg he's trying to hide his blushing face by looking up at the sky and giving you an awkward hug

Similar to Riddle he'll treat it with the upmost care but he has a harder time figuring out how to show he cares. He might be a little gentler with you during spelldrive if you two play together haha

Azul

He thought he would be the one to spoil you but here you are spoiling him! He's absolutely blown away by your skill in sewing but he's even more surprised by the pattern you embroidered onto the handkerchief.

"Darling you didn't have to," Azul says, pushing his glasses up and fumbling with the handkerchief. He says thank you and tries his best to keep his composure but you know he's going to go into his room and just scream into his pillow by how happy he is

If any of the tweels find out about this new treasure he has they will tease him relentlessly. Expect lots of giggles from Floyd and Jade for the next few days haha against the two of you

He'll make sure to give you something in return, maybe a handkerchief too except he'll have to learn how to make it himself

Kalim

He's like a really excited puppy when you show him what you made. He thinks it's so cool that you know how to sew but also the fact you sewed on something that meant a lot to him makes him so happy

Kalim wanted to give you a lot of stuff in return but he wasn't sure what he wanted to give you so he might consult Jamil haha. Expect something super opulent!

Kalim also doesn't use the handkerchief but he keeps it in his pocket everywhere he goes. It's like his lucky charm, and he'll tell you this as well while giving you the brightest smile

He's grateful for everything you give him but this is definitely something he'll keep close

Vil

He has a handkerchief that he always uses and utilizes them a lot but he will never use yours in case it gets damaged. Besides, it's just too beautiful for it to end up ragged

He tells you not to worry about giving him things since he should be spoiling you but he's extremely grateful for what you give him. He'll hold it gently in his hands, fold it neatly and tuck it in his pocket

He doesn't let anyone know he has this prized possession, not even Rook. Though Rook might notice Vil smiling a little more during the next few days

Expect something handmade from Vil in return, whether it be perfume or makeup. He doesn't care if you don't use makeup, he'll just say it's an excuse to do it with him and spend a day doing self-care haha

Idia

He's so flustered he has no idea what to say other than a shy thank you. He's extremely careful with your creation since he knows how long they can take. Besides, he also understands you took a lot of time and care into choosing the embroidery too!

He tells you he'll take care of it, fumbling with it before smiling at you. He still might have a hard time maintaining eye contact, but you know he's blushing.

Ortho will think it's super cute, asking you how you learned how to make designs like that (also how talented you are). Idia will have definitely tell his online friends how lucky he is to have something so special

Idia loves everything you give him and he tries to find things to give back to you. He'll probably give you a small tamagotchi in return

Malleus

He keeps everything you've ever given him on a special shelf believe me. He even has the random notes you passed to him in class because he loves you too much ;-;

He takes the handkerchief and notes how beautiful it looks, saying that he's super grateful to have gotten it from you. He loves that you spent the time to make it, and he'll think he should make something for you in return too

Lilia will find it super adorable, maybe tease you both about how you two are such a cute couple!

Malleus will probably give you a handkerchief in return, this time with an embroidered pattern fitting you. He keeps the handkerchief you gave him super neat on his shelf and might carry it around as a lucky charm. If it ever gets dirty or messed up though, expect an earthquake haha

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Power bottom Izana

Pairings: Izana x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, sub/top!reader, dom/bottom!Izana, choking (reader receiving), lots of praise (both receiving), reader is called "good boy" repeatedly, fluffy ending

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: Happy birthday to our special, darling, white-haired pretty boy ❤️

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Izana liked to be in control. He liked to be on top and to have you under his thumb, even though you were the one buried to the hilt within him, you were still at his mercy

His hands held your hips firmly, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss before pulling apart and pushing you down onto the bed. Crawling on top of you and carding his fingers through your hair, tugging it to pull a soft gasp out of you. He never bothered with restraints, preferring to challenge you to control yourself and keep your hands up by your head or at your sides. It was more fun to watch you struggle like that, unable to touch him not because of anything physical restricting your limbs, only because of your desire to obey and be good for him

You could feel your heart racing inside of your ribcage, its pace increasing more as Izana touched your chest. His hands smoothed up and down your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to form as you shivered when he brushed against your nipples. One hand continued upwards, holding your jaw so you were forced to look at him while he smiled at your cute expression. Your lips were parted slightly from the way he was holding your face, eyes clouded with lust already, shallow breathing caused your chest to noticeably rise and fall. He's barely touched you and yet you already look like a fucked out mess, just the way he likes you

Izana grabbed your wrists and placed your hands above your head, letting go to card through your hair once again. “Don't move them. Stay there for me.” Nodding your head, you leaned into his touch, enjoying the feeling of your hair being played with

Then he moved down to your hips again, undoing your pants and removing them. His fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear, it tickled a bit as he brushed against your skin, teasing you before removing those too. You now laid bare before him, and his eyes scanned every inch of your body, humming in adoration

Izana leaned down to press a kiss to your pelvis before he got to work on your dick. He licked his lips, then started sucking on the head, spitting on it to add a bit of lubricant so he could use his hand on the rest of your length. “Mmm...fuck...” You moaned out, squirming whenever Izana flicked his tongue over the tip. You always thought he was amazing at giving head, especially when he pulled multiple orgasms out of you with just his mouth

He gagged when you hit the back of his throat, keeping you inside of him for a few seconds and then pulling off to catch his breath, thick strings of spit and precum still connecting you to his lips. “You always taste so good, love” Izana gave your cock a few more pumps with his hand, then straightened up, stripping his own clothing off, his gorgeous skin now on display for you. He crawled on the bed, hovering over your frame, then leaned down to connect his lips with yours again

When he broke the kiss you tried chasing after him, but he swiftly placed a hand on your chest to keep you pinned. You whined and feigned sadness, which made him giggle. He lifted his other hand to your face and cupped your cheek, placing his thumb on your bottom lip, which you sucked on obediently. “My good boy, I didn't even have to tell you to do that.” Izana cooed, “You know exactly what I want, don't you?”

You couldn't help the rush of heat that rose to your face. His voice was hypnotic, angelic even. And when he used that sweet voice to praise you? It was like being in heaven, your white-haired angel surrounding you with his warmth and scent, his voice erasing every other thought in your mind

Izana slid another finger into your mouth, the dazed look in your eyes never fading even when he kissed your cheek. His fingers reaching further into your wet cavern caused you to gag a bit before leaving your mouth entirely, finally pulling you out of your trance. “...Haah...nooo...don't stop...” You begged, slurring your words and whining from the loss of contact. Izana chuckled at your pleas, shushing you and resting his forehead against yours

He reached behind his back and slowly worked his wet fingers into his hole, using your saliva to easily push past the ring of muscles and stretch himself open. Moaning with every little thrust of his fingers, his warm breath hitting your face, practically moaning into your mouth. Panting about how much better it feels to be stretched by you. “Mm...wish I had something bigger inside....aah—!! Want you to...fill me...mm fuck—!! ”

You wanted so badly to push him down on your cock right now. Make him take all of you right then and there, but you also wanted to be good and hear him sing your praises more and more, so you suppressed your urges and kept your hands where he had left them

Izana pulled his fingers out, lining himself up with your erection, your breath hitched when the tip touched his hole. He slowly lowered himself down, groaning at the pleasant stretching sensation of your length inside of him. It felt so good to finally feel his warm hole sucking you in, your dick dragging against his walls. You couldn't help but arch your back, thrusting the rest of your length inside of him and eliciting a high-pitched moan out of him in the process

It was difficult to keep his composure whenever you stuffed him like this. Izana shuddered when he felt your cock throbbing inside of him, tilting his head down to see the visible bulge that you made in him. “Shit... Izana! Feels really good...aah...”

Izana rolled his hips, grinding down onto your cock, then he would lift himself up before sinking back down tantalizingly slow. Alternating between these motions until you begged him to ride you properly. When he decided he had edged you enough, he started riding you. Roughly slapping against your thighs, crying out in pleasure about how good this feels, stilling his movements every once in a while to grind back down and feel your dick rubbing against his insides

The intensity of it all was too much, every last nerve felt like it was on fire as he pounded his ass against you. You felt the familiar pooling of heat in your gut, your climax rapidly approaching. “Baby, g-gonna...please—!! ”

His hips slammed down once more, coming to a complete halt. “Just hold it a little longer. Can you do that for me, y/n?” Vigorously nodding your head, you took a few breaths, trying to hold back your orgasm until Izana allowed it. “Good...now look at me.” His hand was now wrapped around your throat, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I wanna see all those pretty expressions you make when you cum in me~”

Izana began moving again, quickly picking the pace back up as he squeezed your throat. He rode you harshly, slamming down hard enough to bruise your hips. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuu–uu–uuck—!! ” You stuttered with every slap against you, Izana's adoring expression contrasting with his brutal fucking

His pace became uneven, biting his lower lip as his own orgasm drew closer. “You wanna cum, baby? Fill me up like a good boy? ”

“Ye��ees please...” You groaned as he rubbed a hand on your chest, sliding it down your abs to where you two were connected

Izana leaned closer, whispering his next command into your ear. “Yeah? Then cum. Mmm...fill this pretty ass.” He wiggled his ass as punctuation, moaning softly against your neck. “You can use one hand to get me off too~ ”

With his grip still tight around your neck, Izana began riding you again, his breath hitching when you wrapped your hand around his length, using his precum to easily slide up and down. He panted as he approached his climax, speeding up his movements and thrusting into your fist

You began thrusting your own hips upwards to match his pace, fucking up into him and crying out his name like a prayer. Your eyes rolled back as your cum painted his insides, Izana taking pride in the fact that he could grant you so much pleasure. His own release quickly followed, throwing his head back while his back arched beautifully, his mouth falling open to cry out for you, leaving a mess all over your chest and face

It took a minute for you to relax, your muscles aching to release all of their previous tension. Eventually, Izana collapsed onto your chest, exhausted and out of breath from your love-making session. You pulled out of him after a minute, and he whined when he felt your cum leak out of him. Chuckling against his shoulder, you rubbed his back with one hand, your other hand reaching up to comb through his hair

You rolled him over onto the bed, heading to the bathroom to grab a warm, wet cloth so you could clean yourself and him up. Returning to wipe away sweat and cum from the both of you. Izana outstretched his arms and you laid back down, pulling him into a hug and cuddling together. “That was amazing, babe. You felt so good.” You hummed, kissing the top of his head

He sighed in satisfaction, pressing his face closer against your chest and breathing in your comforting scent. “Yeah, you felt really good too, y/n”

“Goodnight, Izana.” You planted another kiss on his head, squeezing your arms around him briefly. “I love you”

“Love you too” He whispered against your skin, a smile spreading across his face as you both drifted off to sleep in the comfort of each other's embrace

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Hi hi hi I just ran into you and NikPrice and it makes me!!! wild!!!

You mentioned your hc for Price and I was wondering if there’s a place to read it? The little snippets you’ve offered have made me curious

More wild for Nikprice! Woop!

So, my headcanon is pretty heavy. It's part of the long work I'm writing called 'Skin and Bones'. It's a working title, and it's about John working through the trauma of his internalised homophobia, and allowing himself to have something good in his life. Accepting the idea that his hands aren't so dirty, he's not so broken and irredeemable, that he doesn't deserve a shot at happiness.

A lot of the short fics I write are exercising specific headcanons or characterisations or responses to see if I like them, to see if they work, for the long fic.

I'm writing the scene at the moment where he drives Nik away, says some really fucking cruel things, because he's scared, and frustrated, and angry. And Nik's heart kinda shatters... It's hard to write, and I'm getting through it because I know what the ending is.

The first few chapters are time jumps, and then there's meeting and getting to know Nikolai, falling in love with him, and then shoving that shit right down because Price isn't allowed it.

Anyway, uh... The start of the fic? To be honest, I might end up separating the early parts into its own prequel if it gets long enough. Smashing out 100k novellas on shit I'm obsessed with appears to be a pattern, and I put way, way too much of myself into these things but here we go.

cw: homophobia, evidence of physical abuse of a child, conversation about religion-based conversion therapy.

Liverpool, UK, 9th July 1999, 1800hrs

John watched the water droplets as they fell from his hair onto his school trousers, his face never lifting as voices rose and fell around him. Drip, drip. The dark spots that spread through the grey polyester on his lap formed an irregular pattern that he traced as his mind whirred mutely, numb.

“It's a sickness of the mind, it can be cured,” the vicar said, his hands clutching a brimmed mug of tea that read ‘No 1 Mum’ in a six year olds wonky handwriting. John’s little sister, the artist of the piece, played happily with her Barbie dolls in the corner of the room. She was none the wiser as to what had happened upstairs less than an hour before in her leftover bath water. John was glad. It was better that way.

“What…” John's mother started, but hesitated, like she was making sure she really wanted what she was asking for next, “what do we need to do?” She couldn't take her eyes off John. She hadn't since he'd entered the room, like she was worried he might mince off to find that boy again should her attention waver. In the car on the drive home, she had been hysterical, her hands white knuckled on the steering wheel - “ungrateful boy, all we’ve done for you, how could you do this to us? What will your gran say? Oh, her poor heart, you just wait til your father gets home” - each word like a knife through his chest. Her voice shook in the place of her hands now, which were tightly clasped in her lap. John wasn't sure what was worse; her look, or his father’s disregard.

David Price hadn't looked at him once since the bathroom. Not even a glance. John didn't need to see his face to know what he was thinking though. He had felt that just fine in the hand that had fisted his hair as it had pushed his head under the water and then the second that had backhanded him so hard across the jaw his vision had spun. His father had never hit him before. Maybe a slipper and a clip round the ear’ole when he was younger. But not like that. John knew even then that it had knocked something loose in him, that he would never be the same.

David stared through the net curtains into the street outside, his shoulders squared, his back as straight as if he stood on a parade square. He had invalided out, but there were some habits that never left. His back stood as a barricade between himself and the disappointment of a son hunched on the sofa behind him.

Drip, drip.

“School finishes in two weeks. There are programmes… youth camps that John can attend to help him… heal.” The vicar sipped his tea with a loud slurp. Milk, three sugars. John had made it for him. He sounded strange, John thought. He wasn't from Liverpool, but somewhere down south. Way south. Like Kent maybe. He was too proper. That's probably why his parents had called him in. Posh people, people with money and education, they knew things, had connections. They could fix John.

John felt insignificantly small and he gathered his hands into his lap. He was broken and the posh vicar would fix him for his parents.

A camp didn't sound so bad; it would be like the cadet camps he went on. Mud, climbing, running, stories around the campfire and whispered conversations in sleeping bags while the NCOs supervising them had a beer. John could do that if it made his family happy. He could make this right.

The drips were slowing down.

“These camps,” his father didn't look away from the window as he spoke in a slow, deliberate way, “they’ll be disciplined, strict? None of this… namby-pamby shit.”

John’s mother frowned. “David! Language.”

“They're highly ordered. Every hour of the day is occupied with activities. I assure you. It's not a quick fix though. It may take years, regular visits with a therapist, to rid John of this addiction. There is an expense, of course…”

'We head to Springfield now here on BBC2 as Homer tries his hand at some vigilante justice.' John looked up at the TV and watched the stylised number two flicker and bounce, before it cut to the intro sequence. It sounded distant, like he was listening through a wall and trying to catch the words. His sister dumped her dolls and grabbed her juice box. “Bart!”

“Doesn't matter,” David said, finally leaving the window. Every muscle in John’s wiry, fourteen year old frame seized. The world came flooding back in and then narrowed in on the huge, rough hand that grabbed his chin. “No son o’ mine’ll end up a fag. We’ll get you fixed up, Johno. No cost spared. Whatever this is, wherever this has come from, we’ll get it gone. Even if I ‘ave t’ beat it out of you meself.”

“Yessir,” John replied, his voice small and strangled in the back of his throat. His chest felt tight, his eyes prickled. He knew if he cried his father would be disgusted, and so he swallowed the tears. He could fix this. He would fix this. He could be better: the best. Whatever it took.

[ubehalayas-blog]

Kenny!

Kenny x reader <3

Dating headcanons?

Kenny would do anything, I mean anything to just see you flustered.

He's usually the one that initiates any type of physical contact. He sees you in the hallway? you're going to get a back hug/hug or probably a kiss.

Kenny loves that he's the first of your everything, honestly he couldn't believe it at first but he loved it anyways.

He's a gentleman– listen to me, he probably is a pervert but bro respects you like you're a goddess.

Ah yes, body worship…

Whenever he's close to you, you always end up either in his lap or between his legs, SITTING DOWN. It's like.. You’re just sitting between his legs. 

He loves it so much when he sees your blushing face, if you cover your face whenever you're blushing, he will pull your hand away. He's strong.. that's what I'm saying.

His hand snaking to your waist probably is the thing you really love– (because I do) whenever he's close, he will always pull you by your waist! He wants you to come closer? his hand will wrap around your waist then he will pull you, he wants you to pay attention to him? no problem he will move his hand to your waist.

His love language is either gift giving and/ or physical touch.. he makes you stuff! he writes you letters, makes paper flowers, paper rings and everything.

in your first valentine together, he would give you paper flowers and asked you out to be his valentine, UM MAYBE LIKE:

your class finished but as soon as you pack up your stuff, you notice the crowd that formed outside the classroom. What the hell is it this time? you thought to yourself, walking towards the door, seeing Kenny. His hood is off, he has this dumb smile and his hand is tucked in his back, you stood still behind the door, having to process everything. He took a deep breath and walked towards you, the crowd shouting and cheering for him but you couldn't care less for them, your eyes focused only on Kenny. His dumb smile that showed his crooked teeth, you smiled and crossed your arms. He stretched his arm to you, you saw a boquet of paper flowers, your eyes widened as well as your mouth open, you looked at the boquet then to Kenny. "What?!–" you shouted, your hand falling to your mouth to cover it. The other teen smiled as he scratched the back of his neck. "Will you be my valentine.. y/n?" he asked, his eyes looking directly to yours. You smiled and nodded, "Hell yeah?! I will be your valentine forever Kenken” You jumped to him, your arms wrapped around his neck. His arm went to your back, hugging you tighter, "I'll buy you real roses, next time" he whispered to your ear, you chuckled in response, "dumbass, this is enough, you made so much effort, kenny.. I love it" you smiled, taking the boquet from him. Kenny's smile widened hearing you speak, he sighed contently then nodded, "Happy Valentines, y/n, I love you" 

anyways you don't really initiate any intimate physical affection so he does, he likes kissing you, a lot, most of your dates just end up to be a make out session… which honestly you don't complain.

This was supposed to be Kenny x easily flustered reader TOT

I am kind of convinced that you and Kenny's dates consist of cooking/baking dates… LIKE listen (I am desperately trying not to reference Atlas) you would invite him after classes to stay with you in your house then you two would just cook and bake.

Your parents were reluctant with you dating Kenny but since he cooked good food, they welcomed him with open arms, whenever he was around, your parents would always have ingredients lying around the fridge so he would have things to cook.

Kenny was a bit hesitant to let you meet his family but when you wanted to, he gladly took you to his house and introduced you to his parents and siblings. Let me tell you, his siblings loves you so much! They always wants you to be around, Karen definitely calls you with Kenny’s phone to invite you to play with them. Kevin? um.. he likes you too? but he was a bit hesitant/skeptical about you liking him because he didn’t get how and why you would like Kenny lol. 

Kevin always looks at you suspiciously, side eye for real.

That’s all I could think of lol

I LOVE HIS NAME?? KENNETH <3 

[thefandomenchantress]

My Headcanons for How Every Member of the DRDT Cast Sleeps:

Yes, this is rather random and strangely specific, but for some reason I have a lot of headcanons for this.

Teruko: She can fall asleep literally anywhere if she has to, since on the run she couldn’t count on having a bed to sleep in each night. Sleeps sprawled out on the edge of her bed, as proven by this CG:

Xander: Snores very loudly. And since the building DRDT takes place in has not-at-all-sound-proof walls, this means that Teruko and David have to deal with all the noise while trying to fall asleep, since they had the misfortune of being assigned the rooms next to his.

David: Doesn’t sleep. /hj

Rose: This one’s pretty obvious. She can fall asleep anywhere, in any position. It doesn’t matter how loud her environment is, she can and will fall asleep.

Levi: The fact that he was apparently the only one to hear the commotion when Ace was banging on Nico’s door after they failed to murder him suggests he’s a very light sleeper. He probably sleeps on his back with his hands folded across his stomach.

Nico: They have a lot of stuffed animals, and they make sure to sleep with each one of them for the same amount of nights so that none of them feel left out. They curl up like a cat when they sleep, unsurprisingly.

Veronika: Sleeps on her back with her arms crossed in an ‘X’ over her chest, much like a corpse or a vampire. She sleeps like the dead, and the only way you’ll be able to get her to wake up is by shaking her a lot.

Ace: Curls up into a ball under many blankets, often being startled awake by nightmares or even the slightest noise. Meaning he is a literal ball of anxiety when he sleeps. He still sleeps with a stuffed animal, but will take that secret to his grave.

J: All of her pajamas have to be black or some other dark color, and will usually be comprised of a tank top and shorts. That way, she can feel cool and tough even when she just woke up. The best way to describe her sleeping position is ‘doesn’t give a fuck’.

Min: She makes her bed every morning, unlike the other cast members. She does, however, usually keep a book on the end of her bed that will often fall to the floor when she inevitably accidentally nudges it in the middle of the night. If she doesn’t fall asleep while reading a book, which she often does. She’ll often sleep with an open book resting on her chest.

Hu: Sleeps in a night gown with her hair up in a bun, and is the only one besides Min to actually make her bed each morning. She’s a relatively light sleeper.

Arturo: Let’s be honest. He’d probably own a body pillow of some famous celebrity and cuddle with it at night.

Arei: Wears a blue sleeping mask that probably says something like, ‘Wake me up and you die!’ in a glittery, cutesy font. She’s a very light sleeper, since her sisters used to try to play pranks on her or steal things from her room as she slept.

Eden: She is a VERY deep sleeper. She acts like the three alarm clocks on her nightstand are just for show, since she made them and they look very pretty…But in reality she needs to have multiple going off in rapid succession in order for her to wake up.

Whit: His bed coverings are all some shade of pink. He also somehow always smiles in his sleep. It would seem his efforts to always look and feel happy 24/7 are even transferred to his sleeping, subconscious state.

Charles: He would really like to have a stuffed animal to cuddle, but he has deemed himself ‘too old and mature’ to have one. So instead he’ll just cuddle a pillow.

[velvet4510]

Look, I know the novelization has the “he didn’t know her, there wasn’t time” line about Jyn and Cassian.

I get the strong points made by takes and fics that bounce off this saying the two of them were an “I could have loved you” situation.

It’s unquestionable that their relationship would’ve only deepened and strengthened if they’d only had more time. There was a lot more they could’ve learned about each other’s pasts plus, you know, the little things like favorite colors and favorite food, things that normal couples know about each other. They were robbed of the happy future that they deserved and should have had more time among the living, no doubt about that.

But still, I don’t feel like that makes their feelings any less real.

Especially, you know, considering that people buy into the Titanic love story which plays out over just as short a span of time as RebelCaptain’s story (72 hrs max), and I’d argue that within those hours, Jyn and Cassian went through as much, if not more, together than Jack and Rose did. There’s just no “could” about their feelings. They got there.

The looks they shared, the total lack of personal space, his face when she took down the Jedha troops, their perfect teamwork in battle, the sheer number of times he came back for her, the sheer number of times he chose her over everything else, the fact that she canonically wanted to throw herself after him when he fell apparently to his death, the fact that in her head she placed him on the same level as her parents when thinking about what Krennic took from her, the fact that he made his way to the top of the tower with a broken back to save her, the sheer intimacy of the elevator moment and final hug… You don’t do any of those things for someone you don’t love.

Plus just the fact that they affected each other so quickly, that within only a few days they had already changed each other for the better and brought out the best in one another, the fact that they willingly died for each other and she didn’t leave him behind to escape when she could’ve, the fact that he literally declared himself her home … If that isn’t love, I just don’t know what is.

It happened so quickly because they’re soulmates; you only need to watch Andor to know that’s true. I’ve lost count of the number of parallels between their stories thanks to this show.

It is admittedly likely that mutual self-doubt about feelings made them think that it wasn’t real yet, and they were fooling themselves. It certainly was too soon for them to say it out loud, considering how inexperienced they were with relationships this deep and this loving. But they said it in the elevator, with their eyes (and maybe a kiss).

Their feelings were real, whether they knew it or not. By the end, they were in love.

I’m sorry, but nobody can convince me otherwise.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

January MC of the Month: Nora Rose

Please welcome January 2024's MC of the Month! Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

This month’s MC of the month is…

@inlocusmads's Nora Rose

More below...

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.

The thing I like the best about Nora is how she has a killswitch alternative to any plan she comes up with. Even if it is something as simple as coming up with dinner options. She has this interesting perceptive ability that's akin to playing 4D chess, but at the same time, she has elevator music running in her head.

At the same time, she's sometimes terribly wrong and isn't afraid to acknowledge that. The things she's able to do today - from keeping a level head and a calm composure in the hardest of situations come from her childhood where things were hard, and she had to grow up quite quickly. A lot of times, she'd have to think on her feet, run through options, remember new stuff, and be able to work with her constraints, not just pertinent to her job but in her adulthood as a whole. Her capacity to be able to stand up on her own feet came from so many instances where she couldn't even get off the floor or look straight ahead. 

Nora's also a slow learner but an avid one nonetheless. She was kicked out of so many schools when she was young, mostly because of her not being able to focus properly or standing up to her bullies (something the school calls ‘stirring trouble up’), and it kind of stunted the faith she had in herself. She had to build up an open mind to be able to differentiate between what is good and bad for her. She had to learn how to carve out her own path, despite dealing with so much grief she could never move on from. All of these things stuck to her when she grew up, which made her more aware and sponge-like to gather the mental ammunition needed to face all kinds of problems. 

Nora's far from what she pictured herself to be as a kid, but she's kind of bittersweet about making it this far. Optimistic that if she just doesn't think too much about stuff, the space and time around her would heal even the bloodiest of wounds, but also disappointed she can't deal with things more openly and faster, like in a brawling match. But I'm happy for her, given the circumstances she was in. Nora's always had this ability to chew her way out of things - by hook or by crook. If she can't decode a lock, she'd just give it a slight nudge. If the nudge doesn't work, she'll just straight-up shoot at it and deal with the fallout later. Her main motto is to “just keep going”. 

Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

I'd say I took a lot from my experiences growing up and gave them to Nora - dealing with people at school, understanding where she truly “belongs” (before she realized that was a load of bull and she should just stop tunnel-visioning a perfect outcome and instead think about laying down a different road to her path). Nora and I share this trait where we can't sit still, but if something's up, we'd spend hours at the same place, even if it involves doing absolutely nothing. Plus, it takes both of us ages to respond to a message. Nora more than me, for sure, and half the time, she's just bored of the routine email chore (not a good sign in her line of work, but she manages.)

That's where the similarities stop haha.

She's a tough person. She throws a good punch, having undergone a lot of physical training to qualify for her NYPD officer job and more recently, for her private eye job (Mafalda had some strict requirements). She's also a great problem-solver as aforementioned. Besides the usual differences in physicality and all, she doesn't get startled easily - as in, the world could possibly end tomorrow and she'd still be at her desk, responding to a two-year old email. Her self-assurance at that instant (not anytime or anywhere else) but at that very instant is so strong, it is honestly remarkable. 

Nora also enjoys doing things on her own. Whether it be making dinner from scratch, down to the bread-baking, deducing information (without relying on scraping the bowels of the internet) or stitching her clothes if they don't fit her. It was one of the only lessons her mother taught her before she passed. Which is also the reason why she doesn't like frozen food. More on that later. 

What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

Vengeance. 

Just kidding. 

It is actually vengeance. I don't know how else to put it. 

Nora's been wronged by a lot of people in her life. From losing her mother because the hospital in charge neglected her to losing her father also because her co-workers neglected him, she went through pretty much the same neglect-arc in school and college. She was always dismissed as a “traumatized kid” half the time and the other half the time, people didn't listen to her when she'd say, for example, report a bully for what they did or critique a faculty member for showing their bias. It resulted in a lot of things that went wrong in her life - from not having a good support system to being an actual orphan when she was barely thirteen. 

This kind of manifested in horrible ways when she was a kid. She suffered from a lot of anger issues and would immediately resort to physical violence if she were confronted. It isn't fair to blame her either, because she was so helpless. She'd wanted someone, just anyone to listen to her - to be there for her. This desire to help her child-self developed well into adulthood. Nora began building back the stability she never had. She's still doing it. She allows herself optimism even when she doesn't believe in anything. She puts her faith in the arbitrary workings of the universe so there's less burden to carry on her shoulders. Even though the things she tells herself aren't all perfect, they would be something her younger self would have appreciated so much. 

Taking revenge for the child in her to rest easy, for the teenage girl in her to find joys in stupid things such as trashy television shows and emo music and for her to be at peace in her own skin without wanting to explode every five minutes has always been her plan ever since she grew up. That and simply because she uses it to feel more proud of what she does. When something isn't getting anywhere, she's like “Yeah well, f it, we'll get it done. A setback ain't shit.” It was always about the “we”. 

Nora is also driven by the motivation to finish something as fast as possible. Everything is like cross-country running to her because she relishes in the satisfaction of getting a chunk of time just to herself right after getting something done. Which means she's either very good at jumping through hoops or crashes and burns. If something takes longer than her intended expectations, she'll drop it in an instant or table it until she gets her motivation back to finish it. It resulted in a lot of half-completed, archived projects but a few she's proud of, including having made her own quilts and bedsheets for the winter. 

This mentality is something she can never get rid of. At school, she was either the best player on her soccer team or the absolute worst. (Hey, at least there's no in-between to her.)

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

She hates frozen food with a burning passion. Being from a Chinese household, her parents, in the few good years they had with her - taught her the importance of a home-cooked meal or just any cooked meal. Nora, being the impressionable naive child she was, caught onto it and developed this visceral hatred for frozen anything. While she digs the convenience, she isn't a fan of how it tastes either - apart from her family values. This seeps into how Nora sees everything. She's the weird survivalist aunt with a shotgun in her closet because her personal goal is to make everything she consumes. From food, down to the clothes she wears or the curtains in her window, everything has to have had her work and hours put into it. 

Nora is also not a fan of people who don't listen first and just yap, yap and yap. This is why she often got into “creative differences” with her co-workers in her precinct. This is also the reason why Mafalda gives Nora full control of the wheel when she isn't there at the Agency, because the fewer people yapping, the happier Nora is and the better she works. 

As for visceral dislikes, boy oh boy does she have a lot:

Starting strong with the NYPD because they suck, point blank, period. She also thinks there's a special place in hell for people who just assume a lot and can get away with baseless accusations. She can understand broken promises - after all, people move on sometimes, and it's hard to keep track of them, but she draws the line at a proper betrayal. Words don't matter much to her, but actions do. Nora also isn't a fan of people who jump to the easiest conclusion just because it's easy. She’s seen a lot in her life not to automatically red-flag them. It’s worse when it comes from authorities, y’know people you’re taught to trust.

Also, people who gate-keep their expertise. She’s come across so many pretentious people who’d rather let an important investigation hit a dead end than worry about spilling their “trade secrets.” Kind of a niche dislike, but if you’re running out of time and your only hope banks on a mystery novelist’s ability to describe what he saw and tell the truth like his characters would have done, you too would be frustrated if he’d rather drink his coffee when he knows he’s purposefully jeopardizing the investigation’s momentum. And that’s just one of her ‘good’ experiences. Nora loathes academia and wouldn’t touch it even with a six-foot pole.

If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Be blessed with a readable medical textbook so she could diagnose her mother earlier than her doctors ever can (and) get magical surgery skills to revive her dad after he got stabbed. 

She still regrets not being able to do anything because she was “just a kid”.Nora has learned to cope with it, knowing she can't do anything about it but she still has this itching feeling of what if things had turned out for the better. It's this heavy rock she's gonna have to deal with for sometime now. 

Nora has this tricky relationship with her heritage. She isn't a fan of how different she is compared to the rest of her family and how they'd ostracized her after her settling down far from home. She wants to be able to change that aspect but knows it is too late to repair the damage. If she could go back in time and “pick a side,” she wouldn't have to feel the FOMO.

This regret of hers, however, is attributed to her never feeling she belonged somewhere among her family. Someday, she'd have to find her own family, own circle of friends, and culture to build. Someday, she'll learn that she's as valid to celebrate her heritage as her Aunt Mei or Uncle Tommy. That there aren't true extremes to anything there's no “one way” to be something, but until then, she's going to angrily sew back some loose stitches and groan about not being able to speak Cantonese as fluently as her relatives or being a “true” New Yorker. 

Also maybe her hair. (Also it is so hard to draw her hair consistently.) Sometimes it gets in the way. And maybe fix her eyesight without needing contacts or glasses. Automatically give herself 20/20 vision whenever needed and blur her eyes out when she doesn't want to.

What is your MC / OC’s favorite quote or song?

It's hard to pick one song, because Nora listens to anything and doesn't really have a music ‘taste’ as long as the song she's listening to has some spunk to it. Something she relates to would be I Talk To The Wind by King Crimson. Combined with the slow pace and the lyrics that basically put her life as a picture, it's a bop.

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC?  (It can be why you created them, how they’ve inspired you, or you could write a little blurb as if it is coming from your OC - an acceptance speech. :) )

I've struggled a lot with naming characters before but Nora's was the only time I knew her name wayyy before I could give her a personality. I was like “yep she's Nora, she's definitely one, yep.” and somehow I didn't anticipate how much she'd like, write herself and the story just writing itself. It literally popped into my head as outlandish as it may seem. And somehow that process worked because I don't ever run out of new headcanons to add.

Nora's also the first character I've created a 100k-worded introduction for (which will never see the light of day and is chucked into my files). I honestly expected her to just be fleeting. I'd make up something about her character, and I'd leave it at that, but nope. 

She's the most organized person in the universe. Her clothes never had a chance to get folded since 1999. She is so methodic and yet will pull off stupid shit like kickboxing a door because she doesn't want to open it. Nora is the character to every character but she stops charactering if she's in front of any screen with something playing on it. She can calculate the angle she needs to throw something so it can hit something, but she fails at basic math at the checkout line. She's masterful at cooking up a storm in the kitchen but enters her flop era when she forgets to take her stuff from the oven when the timer beeps.

Honestly, Nora was such a good lesson in writing as well because people are not always black-and-white. Sometimes, their strengths are their weaknesses. Sometimes the things they are chasing after work against their benefit. Maybe their opinions are skewed after all, even though the narrative conditions into believing that they're the Hero character. They should be allowed to be terribly piss-pathetic poor at something before learning to solve the problem, and sometimes it's okay if they're just bad at something if they can improv a way forward.

Plus, she's cool and stuff. Sometimes. 

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - The Best of 2023

We made it to the end of the year!! I read…a lot. A lot. According to my records, I read: 

1300 fic 

15million words 

98% of that was SteveTony and narrowing that down to my favorite 10 was…a mission. Here you go--And I’d LOVE to hear what your favorite reads of the year was. 

~

Trust Fall by Sineala

Tony needs someone who cares about him, bandages, a jacket, ibuprofen, dinner, a lasting romantic relationship, a nice time in bed, and assistance committing federal crimes. He gets them. In that order.

Gather Ye Rosebuds by lazywriter7

It isn’t like that, for many people. For them, love is the point: the axis around which everything else revolves, the destination at the end of a long, tumultuous journey. Realisation, confession, resolution. Happy ending. That’s how it goes. And love was a point in Tony Stark’s journey, except it came towards the beginning, rather than the end. The issue, instead of the solution.

He hasn’t been alone on the trip, of course. Steve’s been there: sometimes three steps behind, sometimes waiting up ahead by the turn of the road. They’ve sprinted and stumbled, sometimes stood still and refused to move on ahead, sometimes thought of turning away altogether.

Steve and Tony’s story began after they fell in love, and this is about how they fell in everything else.

a rose by any other name by meidui

“Just Steve,” he says quickly, softly, and his voice is music to Tony’s ears. “Please call me Steve.”

Tony can’t help but stare as it occurs to him that he should have prepared a proper greeting. What on earth is someone so young and pretty doing in an engagement like this?

-

There are a lot of things about Steve that make this arrangement easier than Tony thought it would be, but then there are a lot of things about him that complicate it, too.

Second Chance Lives by raeldaza 

Tony's gonna die of palladium poisoning anyway, why not join a pointless expedition to recover Captain America’s body? And after, well, why not dedicate his last few months to making sure an American hero settles into his new life? What else is he going to do, get drunk at parties?

My Known Unknown by shetlandowl

That True Lies AU nobody asked for, set in a world where Stane Inc is the world's foremost weapons manufacturer, and Tony's employer.

I could lie tangent to your curves by RurouniHime

Steve is bodyguard to a prominent young socialite with too much genius on his hands... and who has taken an unfortunate shine to him.

Not a Breakup by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

now I worship a celestial sun by haemodye

The thing that gets Tony the most is how long it takes him to notice.

Not Steve, or even the other Avengers, but Tony himself. It takes Tony almost two whole weeks to figure out that he’s unable to disobey a direct order from Steve, which just- what the hell is that? What happened to the days when he flew off the handle, unable to play well with others, a notorious wild card?

“God, don’t tell me I’m getting old and predictable,” he says, rubbing a hand over his forehead. And then, “Fuck.”

A mostly-comedic farce involving: 1 obedience spell, 2 pining Avengers, 1 long-suffering Sorcerer Supreme, and 1 single, extravagant Saint Patrick's Day float.

Can't Write One Song (That's Not About You) by FestiveFerret 

Ten years ago, Tony fell in love with his roommate: funny, handsome, kind, smart Steve Rogers, who also happened to be the lead singer and guitarist of a band, The Howlies.

Then The Howlies made it big, Steve moved away, and Tony vowed to avoid any mention of the band, their songs, and the man he missed his chance with.

But chance has a way of giving you exactly what you need, even if you don't know it yet...

[Podfic of] When The Lights Go On Again by Dr_Fumbles_McStupid, kalakirya, KD reads (KDHeart), lattice_frames, lavenderfrost, miss_marina95, Opalsong, paraka, Superstitiousme, vassalady

Aliens have invaded earth, and the Avengers are scattered. While Steve leads the resistance, Tony once again finds himself playing captive scientist. In the midst of a violent alien regime, separated by seemingly insurmountable boundaries, Steve and Tony have nothing to keep themselves going but each other.

[lo-sulci]

What are heaven will be mine & coquette dragoon?

oh my goodness, thank you for asking!! the short answer: they are incredibly good visual novels that I highly recommend, especially if you're a fan of mecha, sci-fi, great world building, yuri, and generally just amazing art created by transfems

long answer:

heaven will be mine (aside from being where I got my url) is the second VN made by worst girls games, best known for their first outing, we know the devil (also an absolutely amazing game). hwbm tends to ask a bit more from the reader than its predecessor- while wktd almost exclusively featured three characters and dealt with rather plainly stated themes of alienation, loneliness, and religious trauma, hwbm presents a setting cloaked in metaphor where human will literally shapes the universe and psychic mech pilots read spacetime like a narrative.

the cast is bigger, with the three routes allowing insight into each of the three main girls in addition to members of the factions they belong to, all in service of a beautiful story about queer people connecting with each other and finding/making their place in a world that would want to deny them their happiness (and a lot of other things, but I'm simplifying some here). begging to be replayed over and over, i've had different characters and details stick out every time ive played through the game, while also gaining a deeper understanding of and appreciation for hwbm's characters and setting. I've loved hwbm and wktd for years and expect I will for years and years to come, which, incidentally, is why I got a pair of tattoos based on these games LMAO. in other words: they're fucking fantastic and hit like few other things out there, imo

coquette dragoon is one of those other things, because holy shit does it excel at hitting incredibly specific and relatable emotional beats that are liable to absolutely tear you apart. created by ivy burgeroise, who (by her own fantastic description) makes art for sad perverts, coquette takes place during a seemingly endless war between the lilac fleet and the duchy of lucia, two spacefaring societies inhabited by animal people who have very differing opinions on magic.

focusing (so far) on xiomara rosales of the lilac and lady honey rose of the duchy, coquette explores painfully human stories from both sides of the war. (to that point, I'd be remiss if I didn't advise you to look out for the content warnings- coquette gets into some very heavy stuff and speaks about it very frankly and honestly, which is to its credit imo but i also understand that that is not something that everyone is in a space to deal with.) more than anything else, I feel, coquette is a work that puts words to feelings that you'd never before been able to describe, and, through the vulnerability of its author in making something so emotionally honest, makes me want to be more openly and happily myself. all of this in a story that examines war, exploitation, and the societal structures that prop them up, among many, many, many other things. I could keep talking in circles gushing about it, because I am so so obsessed with what's been released so far and so indescribably excited to see how it progresses in the future, but to keep myself from going on for too too long i'll cap this off with a tweet about coquette that i frequently think of and is one of the best recommendations I can offer:

OH and also coquette has wibbleburger, which, as we all know, is your favorite